Post by Dean James on Aug 30, 2007 4:36:58 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, trying something different here, i am tired of writing five page average rps all the time so i decided to make it short and sweet for this one, as i don't have much to talk about towards M.D.K lol, anyway Jason Black will know this style of rp from my rps in ICWL. Hope you enjoy, its not the best but it is short and sweet
The scene opens up in a pub, the pub is familiar looking, a bar rests on the left hand side of the room whereas on the right hand side of the room there are rows of windows, the view is covered up by the many bushes growing on the other side.
A television is on in the top left hand corner of the room, it is situated high up, and the top of the television almost connects with the ceiling. It is a small black television that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for years, dust has collected on the top of the television and the screen has a grey color too it from the dust smothered all over the television with dirty finger marks. A beer coaster and pool chalk is the only thing that rests on top of the television, they are completely out of reach from anyone in the bar without the use of a bar stool to stand on to grab the items.
A man can be seen sitting on one of the bar stools, he is wearing a black sweat shirt and bluish-grey jeans, he sits down on a bar stool closest to him and a silver chain attached around his neck is revealed from underneath his shirt, the man realizes this and puts the silver necklace back underneath his shirt.
A beer glass is placed right next to the man, it is half empty, it quite possibly is half full, and that’s the mystery of a glass of liquid. The man takes a swig of whatever is inside the glass and then puts both his arms on the bar table and just sits there, the man then begins to speak to no one in particular.
Dean James: Kash Money, you won’t to know why we let you go from Genesis. Its because you didn’t listen to us, you were called the weakest link in our faction and never took it upon yourself to change that, to prove the haters wrong, I gave you valuable time of mine to try and make you into something, I want that time back Kash, you are nothing than a waste of space that Genesis should never had given an opportunity to, I mean you couldn’t even defeat Jimmy Junior!
Dean James: Kash, how much spoon-feeding do you need to amount to something? Ever one of us here in Genesis tried to make you into something yet you failed to do so, I told you to fight for what you believe in and make Rex Bateman put up the Internet title a month ago, you never tried to make that happen, where was the impact? Where was the message? Nothing, you just expect everything to be handed to you on a mother fucking silver platter, you make me sick, and you are truly pathetic.
Dean James: M.D.K, once again you were able to outlast my wrath in the first ever First Blood Ladder Match, it was quite a feat you accomplished on top of that ladder, you basically created a replica of when this whole battle begin. You shoved me off the ladder when I was mere inches away from victory and luscious singles championship gold.
Dean James: I could see the championship gold sparkling in my eyes, I saw your name written on the name plate and envisioned my name taken its place on that name plate, until I realized that that vision was out of my grasp when you head-butted me and I fell to the mat below, fell to the ultimate outcome, as I fell I realized it was over, that my last chance was up and that I had failed once again. I am not grieving over my lose, no, a good man wouldn’t, I am back on my feet working my way to the top once again and once I do I will be after championship gold once again.
Dean James: M.D.K, we may have been in a hellacious feud over the past few months but over time I have learned to respect you, yes that may sound like I have regret for my lose, it may sound weak, it may sound like me sucking up but ultimately its not, it’s a mere show of sportsmanship.
Dean James: We battle once again this week on Monday Night Brawl but this week is different, see it’s a Gauntlet match, you have to take on three of the six members of Genesis, myself, Paul Frost and ‘The Hitman’ Andrew King. This week I am not merely walking in to deliver a handicap beating, no, I am in that ring to earn myself a win, a victory that has been deprived from me for so long. I may be considered the heel, hell I am, I am a mother fucking cocky-ass arrogant bitch, I can say that because it is fact, not fiction, I have shown it ever since I joined up with Genesis.
Dean James: The word Genesis may relate to the term known as ‘beginning’ but that merely amounts to the beginning of Genesis reign in WGWF, we have stuck to our words, we have done what we wanted to, we have run WGWF, we have owned half, if not all the roster, we still have the gold on our side and we still dominant and reign supreme in WGWF, this is only the beginning of what plans to be complete and utter domination in the form of five of the most gifted athletes in WGWF.
The scene then fades as the man takes a swig from his glass.
The scene opens up in a pub, the pub is familiar looking, a bar rests on the left hand side of the room whereas on the right hand side of the room there are rows of windows, the view is covered up by the many bushes growing on the other side.
A television is on in the top left hand corner of the room, it is situated high up, and the top of the television almost connects with the ceiling. It is a small black television that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for years, dust has collected on the top of the television and the screen has a grey color too it from the dust smothered all over the television with dirty finger marks. A beer coaster and pool chalk is the only thing that rests on top of the television, they are completely out of reach from anyone in the bar without the use of a bar stool to stand on to grab the items.
A man can be seen sitting on one of the bar stools, he is wearing a black sweat shirt and bluish-grey jeans, he sits down on a bar stool closest to him and a silver chain attached around his neck is revealed from underneath his shirt, the man realizes this and puts the silver necklace back underneath his shirt.
A beer glass is placed right next to the man, it is half empty, it quite possibly is half full, and that’s the mystery of a glass of liquid. The man takes a swig of whatever is inside the glass and then puts both his arms on the bar table and just sits there, the man then begins to speak to no one in particular.
Dean James: Kash Money, you won’t to know why we let you go from Genesis. Its because you didn’t listen to us, you were called the weakest link in our faction and never took it upon yourself to change that, to prove the haters wrong, I gave you valuable time of mine to try and make you into something, I want that time back Kash, you are nothing than a waste of space that Genesis should never had given an opportunity to, I mean you couldn’t even defeat Jimmy Junior!
Dean James: Kash, how much spoon-feeding do you need to amount to something? Ever one of us here in Genesis tried to make you into something yet you failed to do so, I told you to fight for what you believe in and make Rex Bateman put up the Internet title a month ago, you never tried to make that happen, where was the impact? Where was the message? Nothing, you just expect everything to be handed to you on a mother fucking silver platter, you make me sick, and you are truly pathetic.
Dean James: M.D.K, once again you were able to outlast my wrath in the first ever First Blood Ladder Match, it was quite a feat you accomplished on top of that ladder, you basically created a replica of when this whole battle begin. You shoved me off the ladder when I was mere inches away from victory and luscious singles championship gold.
Dean James: I could see the championship gold sparkling in my eyes, I saw your name written on the name plate and envisioned my name taken its place on that name plate, until I realized that that vision was out of my grasp when you head-butted me and I fell to the mat below, fell to the ultimate outcome, as I fell I realized it was over, that my last chance was up and that I had failed once again. I am not grieving over my lose, no, a good man wouldn’t, I am back on my feet working my way to the top once again and once I do I will be after championship gold once again.
Dean James: M.D.K, we may have been in a hellacious feud over the past few months but over time I have learned to respect you, yes that may sound like I have regret for my lose, it may sound weak, it may sound like me sucking up but ultimately its not, it’s a mere show of sportsmanship.
Dean James: We battle once again this week on Monday Night Brawl but this week is different, see it’s a Gauntlet match, you have to take on three of the six members of Genesis, myself, Paul Frost and ‘The Hitman’ Andrew King. This week I am not merely walking in to deliver a handicap beating, no, I am in that ring to earn myself a win, a victory that has been deprived from me for so long. I may be considered the heel, hell I am, I am a mother fucking cocky-ass arrogant bitch, I can say that because it is fact, not fiction, I have shown it ever since I joined up with Genesis.
Dean James: The word Genesis may relate to the term known as ‘beginning’ but that merely amounts to the beginning of Genesis reign in WGWF, we have stuck to our words, we have done what we wanted to, we have run WGWF, we have owned half, if not all the roster, we still have the gold on our side and we still dominant and reign supreme in WGWF, this is only the beginning of what plans to be complete and utter domination in the form of five of the most gifted athletes in WGWF.
The scene then fades as the man takes a swig from his glass.