Pryme vs. Santa rp for Thunder

[twarner360]

The scene opens and we are looking up into the night sky there are stars out we can see through a cloud here and there. The moon is shinning brightly this particular evening and is very pale. Snow is falling from the clouds in large fluffy flakes and is coming down lazily as the night goes by. Below us we can hear a muffled argument going on. Our gaze lowers down until a tavern comes into view. There are no buildings nearby and the bar looks like it has a few customers by the amount of cars and bikes outside in the parking lot. The bar is scarcely decorated with random lights and streamers hung on the walls outside. At first the bar is at a distance then we move closer. As we do so the previously mentioned argument is still continuing an as the distance between us and the bar dwindles the argument get more emotional. We cant hear the argument to well so we don?t know what it is about. Finally three men bust out of the door. Two of them were carrying the third and the third was wearing a Santa outfit looking very festive. Now because the men were outside we can hear them. As they speak they throw the Santa guy onto the sidewalk and continue their conversation.

Bar keep: ??..don?t come back in there or you wont be walking back out, do you understand me son?

Santa: I cannot be denied my rum sir! Whereas da candy?

Bouncer: he?s trashed man do you think we should just leave him here like this?

Bar keep: I don?t care what happens to this sick basterd I hope he learns some sense as they thaw his ass tomorrow morning.

Santa: keep your trashy garbage I don?t love you anymore. Where did I put my handkerchief?

Both of the guys who brought the impersonator outside went back in and left the man lying on his own mess. Soon after they went in another man opened the door and stepped outside. Santa thinking about nothing but his love for booze and candy leapt at the man attempting to grab his wallet and money to buy more rum and candy. The stranger saw Santa and took a step sideways and Santa fell flat on his face. Santa felt that the man he jumped at must have been a ninja or a Jedi, but the truth is that the man was just sober and Santa was very inebriated. Santa did not get up off his face however and just laid hugging the pavement like the sorry shell of a man he was. As Santa looked up at the door as it swung open and a man walked out with his head held high. Santa squinted his eyes and tried to make out the face of Pryme. He came close but didn?t really make it.

Santa: Hey?.you your ? your?.Captain America! I was a big fan of yours when I was a kid. Where?s your shield?

Pryme: sweet mother of god what the hell did they do to you in there. Sir, I?m not Captain America as you believe. My name is Pryme and I?m a wrestler who are you and why are you dressed like Santa?
Santa: I am named ?.

That?s right Santa passed out right there on the spot. Pryme took a breath and slapped Santa on the face before sitting him upright and reviving him to full consciousness. When Santa awoke he sat there looking at Pryme. Pryme seeing what Santa had done inside the bar was in no mood to baby sit some guy he doesn?t know in a Santa suit. Santa asked for rum and candy and Pryme decided to punch Santa in the face, which he proceeded to do. Afterward santa looked at Pryme and asked what the hell he was doing. Finally Pryme let loose his anger into his words instead of bringing the drunk santa very close to death.

Pryme: I don?t know what the hell they taught you in Santa school but here Santa Clause is a figure that many children know and love. And if they could they would be just like him and do what he does.

Santa: I uh?..I like candy?..kids like candy

Pryme: what if some poor kid was walki8ng by and saw you drinking and throwing up all over yourself. Is that a great image to send kids. I don?t know who you think you are but it sure as hell aren?t any santa I have ever seen. You make me sick. I saw what you did in there I am appalled. I would choke you but I don?t want to soil my hands any further than they are for reviving your sorry ass.

Santa: I didn?t do anything except for spread love and cheer to everyone there?..do you have any money?

Pryme: Are you serious? I just bitch you out and you ask for money. Simply amazing. And no you weren?t spreading love and cheer. You were spreading your do do butter all over the place. And humping a stuffed moose. You are sick man.

Santa:?..I wish I had a drink to clear my head.


Pryme punches santa again but this time with authority. This time santa starts bleeding through his nose and wobbles a little bit before hitting the ground. Pryme sits him up again. The snow outside started to pick up and it started to get colder. We can now see their breathes and Pryme seeing this remarks to Santa.

Pryme: So that?s what bad breath looks like?. Anyhow this life is all about second chances. I have a match this Thursday. Am I scared no. do I look for the answers to my problems in the empty bottle of scotch. I am going to be confident in people as they are confident with me. I?m not worried about winning. I?m concerned with how he will react afterward. I want him to remember he wrestled Pryme. Do you think those kids will remember you? Of course they will, they were very happy with you. How do you feel knowing that you have impacted someone?s life. that?s how I feel every time I wrestle for the people. it?s a feeling of another kind. Imagine if a toddler walked by and saw you. And if he sat on your lap a few ours previous to this. that?s mind blowing. So take a page out of my book and go as hard as you can. The next time someone or something gets in your way find a way around or break through completely. You don?t need to drink?..or eat candy, your fat enough.

Apparently Santa was moved in someway by what Pryme had said. Santa said nothing and shame flooded upon him. Pryme seen this and immediately felt sorry for him.

Pryme: You can still redeem yourself its never too late for a second chance??you know what? Here?s five bucks. To my knowledge this is all you have to your name. You can either go back inside and buy more booze and candy or go donate it to a charity. The choice is yours.

Santa got back to his feet with Pryme?s help and looked Pryme in his eyes. Santa thanked Pryme and patted him on the shoulder. With a twinkle in his eyes Santa let out a ?Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas?. his cheeks got their color back in them and it seemed he was sober once again. Santa then turned around and grabbed the handle to the door to the bar. Before he could open it completely Pryme?s hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

Pryme: Wrong choice Mr. Clause?.

Pryme then proceeded to kick Santa in the face and as Santa lay there spread eagle half in and half out of the bar Pryme turned and faced us. Pryme Spoke.

Pryme: some people are beyond help. I however don?t need any help. I will win my match on thunder. I finally realize that I don?t care anymore. And a person who doesn?t care whether they hurt you or not is a dangerous person. Santa here is a lot like me. He may be on his ass but he doesn?t know when to quit. I may not be a drunkard anymore but I still don?t know when to stop doing something. I just hope I don?t do too much to him. I might get thrown out before I actually win.

Pryme looks back at ?Bad Santa? once more before he reaches down and grabs his five bucks. Pryme nudged the body of a fat man in a suite. The man turned a little bit and just passed out completely. Pryme looks back at us once more and walks away. Before we leave we look down at Santa and he whispers his last words for the moment.

Santa: I must have my Candy??

[twarner360]

i hate the qustion marks that keep appearing on my rp's i dont know why they do it so please excuse them.

[loverboy]

This rp wasnt badly put together, but I feel you couldve focused more on your match. It seemed to me you used everything in this rp as a symbol of something and that was really unique and enjoyable. good read as well. Good luck to you at thunder against tibbs.