Post by Valor CEO on Jul 13, 2005 21:30:45 GMT -5
The room is pitch dark and you can’t hear anything, except water dropping drip by drip over in the far corner. Then you hear a light switch be pushed up and see the lights come on and there is Immune sitting on a couch in the middle of his locker room. Immune is laid back in a comfortable position and has a drink in a rubber cup. Immune takes drinks after drinks and clears his throat a bunch. The joyous look that Immune usually has on his face is no more, now he has a look of rage. Immune keeps murmuring to himself quiet enough that no one, except himself can hear it. Immune was battered and beating on the last viewing of Monday Night Overload and he was a bloody mess. Immune had to have 6 stitches in his head after his triple threat match against Saku and Fa Sho. Immune has a black eye and a busted lip and has his right arm in a sling. Immune takes another drink and puts the glass down on the glass table that is sitting in front of him. Immune gets up and walks out of his locker room and is met up with one of the interviewers, before he can make it out of the arena.
Interviewer: Can I ask you a few questions? Immune…
Immune scoots the interview out of the way, but the interviewer is consistent and won’t give up even though Immune pushes her or scoots her out of the way she keeps coming back.
Immune: Why won’t you get the hell out of my way?
Interviewer: Immune, I just want to ask you a few questions; please it will only take a moment of your time.
Immune: Hurry up!
Interviewer: How does it feel to lose your debut match against one of your worst enemies in the ROI, especially when it was the debut night of Overload, how does that make you feel?
Immune’s face turns beat red and he gives the interviewer a wicked smirk and his face goes back to normal.
Immune: How does that make me feel? Let me see…it makes me feel great! Not! How could you ask someone that question, I feel like shit, I feel like I was stabbed in the back by one of my old friends and now I have to wrestle the same asshole that caused me to lose my match on the debut of Overload, Hardcastle.
Interviewer: What is your strategy going up against Hardcastle this Sunday on Sunday Night Slam?
Immune: What is my strategy? Huh…let me think. My strategy is, I am going to walk into Sunday Night Slam and whoop Hardcastle’s ass all over the Indianapolis Convention Center in Indianapolis, Indiana. I won’t stop until the security pulls me off of his ass, and I am going to beat him on his show for its debut just like he cost me my match on Overload.
Interviewer: Immune, how could…
Immune: That is enough questions for now, I have somewhere I have to be and it doesn’t involve you.
Immune walks out of the arena and calls for a taxi cab. A yellow taxi cab stops and Immune gets in.
Immune: Take me to Uncle Joe’s Cavern on 21st and Shadeland.
Taxi Driver: You got it.
Immune lays back and looks out the window and sees people walking down the street and cars moving at a constant speed, there is no hold up on the roads, just a smooth sailing no matter which way you go. Immune then closes his eyes and begins daydreaming about when Hardcastle and himself used to be little kids and best friends. They used to go to the park a lot and push each other on the swings and spend the night over at each others house and talk about which girl they would like to lose their virginity to, until one day when Immune had to move away. His dad got a new job in Austin, Texas and Immune and Hardcastle never met up again until about 6 months prior until Hardcastle stabbed Immune in the back, by costing him his match on Overload.
Taxi Driver: Sir, we are here.
Immune comes out of daydreaming and pays the man $12.50 and gets out of the taxi and steps foot onto the property of Uncle Joe’s Tavern. Immune walks up to the door and shows the bouncer his ID and walks into the bar. Immune finds a table in the corner of the bar. Immune looks up and there are women poll dancing up on the stage and a bunch of drunks are putting money in their g-strings. A waitress comes up to Immune’s table.
Waitress: Hello my name is Debbie and I will be your waitress for this evening, what can I start you off to drink tonight sir?
Immune: Get me a Sex on the Beach please and a bucket of Hot Wings.
Waitress: Alright, I will have them right out to you sir.
Immune: Thank-you.
Immune looks straight ahead with a more joyous look then he has had for the remainder of the evening and then begins talking.
Immune: Hardcastle, I know you are watching somewhere so I want to ask you, do you remember this place? This is the place we went every Saturday after we met back up together about 6 months ago. We came here for the drinks and the food and the entertainment and just to have a good time between old time friends. I used to look forward to every Saturday just to see how you’re doing and how your family is doing. We came here for hours just bullshitting, which is until you did what you done. I trusted you Hardcastle, and treated you like you were my brother, and then you let fame catch a hold of your major ego. You always had to be the best at everything, but guess what it never happened did it? No, I was always better than you at everything we did and that grew up so much anger inside of you that you finally blew a gasket and attacked me and cost me my match. I know you were always second best, and I know why you jumped me. You were hoping if you jumped me then Sunday Night Slam would get more ratings, but that isn’t so, Monday Night Overload is so much better than your stupid little Sunday Night get together.
Immune begins laughing and by that time the waitress is walking back over to the table with Immune’s drink and his bucket of Hot Wings. Immune pays for the bill and tips the waitress. Immune begins eating his wings and takes a drink of his Sex on the Beach. Immune then wipes off his mouth with a napkin and licks his fingers to get the access hot sauce off of his fingers and then wipes his fingers off with a napkin. Immune begins to speak again.
Immune: Hardcastle how are you going to jump one of your buddies? I mean especially one that is going to tear you apart like I am going to do this Sunday at Sunday Night Slam. You stand no chance against me, I am going to demolish you and then leave you in a pile of your own blood like you did to me last Monday on Monday Night Overload.
Immune gets his cocky smirk on his face again and stares into the camera and takes a vicious bite out of one of his hot wings and pushes the camera out of his face, and when the camera comes back into focus Immune and his Hot Wings are gone.
Interviewer: Can I ask you a few questions? Immune…
Immune scoots the interview out of the way, but the interviewer is consistent and won’t give up even though Immune pushes her or scoots her out of the way she keeps coming back.
Immune: Why won’t you get the hell out of my way?
Interviewer: Immune, I just want to ask you a few questions; please it will only take a moment of your time.
Immune: Hurry up!
Interviewer: How does it feel to lose your debut match against one of your worst enemies in the ROI, especially when it was the debut night of Overload, how does that make you feel?
Immune’s face turns beat red and he gives the interviewer a wicked smirk and his face goes back to normal.
Immune: How does that make me feel? Let me see…it makes me feel great! Not! How could you ask someone that question, I feel like shit, I feel like I was stabbed in the back by one of my old friends and now I have to wrestle the same asshole that caused me to lose my match on the debut of Overload, Hardcastle.
Interviewer: What is your strategy going up against Hardcastle this Sunday on Sunday Night Slam?
Immune: What is my strategy? Huh…let me think. My strategy is, I am going to walk into Sunday Night Slam and whoop Hardcastle’s ass all over the Indianapolis Convention Center in Indianapolis, Indiana. I won’t stop until the security pulls me off of his ass, and I am going to beat him on his show for its debut just like he cost me my match on Overload.
Interviewer: Immune, how could…
Immune: That is enough questions for now, I have somewhere I have to be and it doesn’t involve you.
Immune walks out of the arena and calls for a taxi cab. A yellow taxi cab stops and Immune gets in.
Immune: Take me to Uncle Joe’s Cavern on 21st and Shadeland.
Taxi Driver: You got it.
Immune lays back and looks out the window and sees people walking down the street and cars moving at a constant speed, there is no hold up on the roads, just a smooth sailing no matter which way you go. Immune then closes his eyes and begins daydreaming about when Hardcastle and himself used to be little kids and best friends. They used to go to the park a lot and push each other on the swings and spend the night over at each others house and talk about which girl they would like to lose their virginity to, until one day when Immune had to move away. His dad got a new job in Austin, Texas and Immune and Hardcastle never met up again until about 6 months prior until Hardcastle stabbed Immune in the back, by costing him his match on Overload.
Taxi Driver: Sir, we are here.
Immune comes out of daydreaming and pays the man $12.50 and gets out of the taxi and steps foot onto the property of Uncle Joe’s Tavern. Immune walks up to the door and shows the bouncer his ID and walks into the bar. Immune finds a table in the corner of the bar. Immune looks up and there are women poll dancing up on the stage and a bunch of drunks are putting money in their g-strings. A waitress comes up to Immune’s table.
Waitress: Hello my name is Debbie and I will be your waitress for this evening, what can I start you off to drink tonight sir?
Immune: Get me a Sex on the Beach please and a bucket of Hot Wings.
Waitress: Alright, I will have them right out to you sir.
Immune: Thank-you.
Immune looks straight ahead with a more joyous look then he has had for the remainder of the evening and then begins talking.
Immune: Hardcastle, I know you are watching somewhere so I want to ask you, do you remember this place? This is the place we went every Saturday after we met back up together about 6 months ago. We came here for the drinks and the food and the entertainment and just to have a good time between old time friends. I used to look forward to every Saturday just to see how you’re doing and how your family is doing. We came here for hours just bullshitting, which is until you did what you done. I trusted you Hardcastle, and treated you like you were my brother, and then you let fame catch a hold of your major ego. You always had to be the best at everything, but guess what it never happened did it? No, I was always better than you at everything we did and that grew up so much anger inside of you that you finally blew a gasket and attacked me and cost me my match. I know you were always second best, and I know why you jumped me. You were hoping if you jumped me then Sunday Night Slam would get more ratings, but that isn’t so, Monday Night Overload is so much better than your stupid little Sunday Night get together.
Immune begins laughing and by that time the waitress is walking back over to the table with Immune’s drink and his bucket of Hot Wings. Immune pays for the bill and tips the waitress. Immune begins eating his wings and takes a drink of his Sex on the Beach. Immune then wipes off his mouth with a napkin and licks his fingers to get the access hot sauce off of his fingers and then wipes his fingers off with a napkin. Immune begins to speak again.
Immune: Hardcastle how are you going to jump one of your buddies? I mean especially one that is going to tear you apart like I am going to do this Sunday at Sunday Night Slam. You stand no chance against me, I am going to demolish you and then leave you in a pile of your own blood like you did to me last Monday on Monday Night Overload.
Immune gets his cocky smirk on his face again and stares into the camera and takes a vicious bite out of one of his hot wings and pushes the camera out of his face, and when the camera comes back into focus Immune and his Hot Wings are gone.
OOC: I would appreciate feed back, I worked hard on this rp and I would like to know what the people think of it. No disrespect intended at all.
