Post by Valor CEO on Jul 28, 2005 2:59:20 GMT -5
The night is pitch black, no stars, no airplane lights, no nothing, just a pitch black sky. Then you look and there is a fountain, spraying profusely in every direction and reaching up about 25 feet. Then you see a walk way that makes it way to the fountain, where people go to wish about things, and then the path comes out a ways and then you come to a t-stop where you have to turn left or right, either way you walk towards the busy street behind the park. Then you see Immune sitting in the darkness on a picnic table w/ a checkerboard tablecloth on it. Immune has a cigarette in his hand and it is lit, and that is the only light giving off of that area, where you can see Immune’s face. Then the black shadow gets on the top of the picnic table and then sits on the actual seat of the table. Then takes another puff on the cigarette and begins talking.
Immune: Hey all I didn’t expect to be followed here with some camera in my face but that is cool, I can talk $hit all day and not have to think about it. I just don’t understand why anyone wants to hear me or Bailey or the rest of the ROI come out each and every week talking about our match saying this and that and how we are going to tear each other apart, in my mind it would be boring, if I was watching, but I don’t watch it and when I do talk a bunch of $hit I have fun with it, as well as every other wrestler in this federation and that is because it is our time to shine our time to claim what is ours, and that is the fans, accept some people turn their back on the fans and say who needs them, well as a matter of fact the greatest names to ever wrestle had the fans behind them at one point or another, and right now in my career that is what I am doing, claiming the fans and having them chant my name match in and night out.
Immune then sits up straight and lays his elbows on the table and takes another puff on the cigarette and then blows the smoke out and sits back up again. Immune then looks out towards the fountain and begins speaking again.
Immune: You know what is funny? I hate smoking, I think it is a nasty habit, but I can’t stop because I am addicted to the nicotine and the only way I will stop is if something fatal happens to me because of it. Now there are a few other wrestlers in this federation that have some addictions themselves. Let me take my opponent for this Sunday for example. Bailey has the addiction of fame and the spotlight, always having to be about him, and the only way in my mind that anyone can get him to stop being addicted to being a total ass is the make something fatal happen to him because of him talking so much $hit, so this Sunday Bailey I will be your addiction patch, I will cure you of your addiction, because when I am done with you, you won’t be able to talk, because your mouth will be wired shut.
Immune then begins to chuckle a little bit and then stands up and walks towards the fountain and puts his hand in the water and then stares down at the money in the fountain and then begins speaking again.
Immune: Bailey, I was just wondering and had this thought running through my head, how many times have you visited this wishing fountain within the last couple of days, because there is a lot of money in this fountain and I know you are scared to face me, so is that where your check goes every week, praying to God that he helps you proceed in you prophecy? I mean do you ask for God’s help in every one of your matches? Is that your secret to winning every week? Guess what, you should have come to me and ask for my forgiveness that way I still could reject you and whoop your ass this Sunday and have all that money in my pocket, I am sorry but God is done doing favors for you now, you have asked to much and now you are on your own, and now you are up against your greatest obstacle yet, ME!
Immune then takes his hand out of the water and starts walking down the pathway and turns right at the t-stop and keeps walking, Immune then takes his final puff on his cigarette and then throws it in the trashcan and keeps walking. Immune then begins talking as he keeps walking.
[Immune: Bailey you brought up a really good point, when you had your last shot in the spotlight. You asked me how it feels to have thousands and thousands of eyes watching me when I step into the ring waiting for me to lose again, but I am used to that. One thing you need to keep in mind is when you step into the ring those same thousands and thousands of eyes are going to be waiting for you to lose. You see I have nothing to lose, I haven’t won a match, I am used to losing, but you are undefeated, the fans are waiting for someone to shut you up and end your streak and I am going to be the man to do it, this Sunday on Slam./i]
Immune then begins to walk really fast and starts to fade into the darkness and then disappears into the night. Then you see the busy street with cars almost attached to one another in a big traffic jam out on the road, then you look back and Immune is gone. Then you look up in the sky and there are a lot of stars and not a cloud in the sky with the moon shining really brightly. *Cut to Commercial*
Immune: Hey all I didn’t expect to be followed here with some camera in my face but that is cool, I can talk $hit all day and not have to think about it. I just don’t understand why anyone wants to hear me or Bailey or the rest of the ROI come out each and every week talking about our match saying this and that and how we are going to tear each other apart, in my mind it would be boring, if I was watching, but I don’t watch it and when I do talk a bunch of $hit I have fun with it, as well as every other wrestler in this federation and that is because it is our time to shine our time to claim what is ours, and that is the fans, accept some people turn their back on the fans and say who needs them, well as a matter of fact the greatest names to ever wrestle had the fans behind them at one point or another, and right now in my career that is what I am doing, claiming the fans and having them chant my name match in and night out.
Immune then sits up straight and lays his elbows on the table and takes another puff on the cigarette and then blows the smoke out and sits back up again. Immune then looks out towards the fountain and begins speaking again.
Immune: You know what is funny? I hate smoking, I think it is a nasty habit, but I can’t stop because I am addicted to the nicotine and the only way I will stop is if something fatal happens to me because of it. Now there are a few other wrestlers in this federation that have some addictions themselves. Let me take my opponent for this Sunday for example. Bailey has the addiction of fame and the spotlight, always having to be about him, and the only way in my mind that anyone can get him to stop being addicted to being a total ass is the make something fatal happen to him because of him talking so much $hit, so this Sunday Bailey I will be your addiction patch, I will cure you of your addiction, because when I am done with you, you won’t be able to talk, because your mouth will be wired shut.
Immune then begins to chuckle a little bit and then stands up and walks towards the fountain and puts his hand in the water and then stares down at the money in the fountain and then begins speaking again.
Immune: Bailey, I was just wondering and had this thought running through my head, how many times have you visited this wishing fountain within the last couple of days, because there is a lot of money in this fountain and I know you are scared to face me, so is that where your check goes every week, praying to God that he helps you proceed in you prophecy? I mean do you ask for God’s help in every one of your matches? Is that your secret to winning every week? Guess what, you should have come to me and ask for my forgiveness that way I still could reject you and whoop your ass this Sunday and have all that money in my pocket, I am sorry but God is done doing favors for you now, you have asked to much and now you are on your own, and now you are up against your greatest obstacle yet, ME!
Immune then takes his hand out of the water and starts walking down the pathway and turns right at the t-stop and keeps walking, Immune then takes his final puff on his cigarette and then throws it in the trashcan and keeps walking. Immune then begins talking as he keeps walking.
[Immune: Bailey you brought up a really good point, when you had your last shot in the spotlight. You asked me how it feels to have thousands and thousands of eyes watching me when I step into the ring waiting for me to lose again, but I am used to that. One thing you need to keep in mind is when you step into the ring those same thousands and thousands of eyes are going to be waiting for you to lose. You see I have nothing to lose, I haven’t won a match, I am used to losing, but you are undefeated, the fans are waiting for someone to shut you up and end your streak and I am going to be the man to do it, this Sunday on Slam./i]
Immune then begins to walk really fast and starts to fade into the darkness and then disappears into the night. Then you see the busy street with cars almost attached to one another in a big traffic jam out on the road, then you look back and Immune is gone. Then you look up in the sky and there are a lot of stars and not a cloud in the sky with the moon shining really brightly. *Cut to Commercial*
OOC: This rp is pretty good as well, it gets some good points across and I hope you all enjoy, and again no disrespect meant to anyone, just for fun, and I would surely appreciate some feedback.
