Post by Dean James on Aug 17, 2007 20:03:52 GMT -5
OOC: Okay due to the other site being down i couldnt post this on Friday, this is my Friday rp, i will do one later for Saturday, yes it will be in the same day but that is because i couldnt post my Friday one earlier
The scene opens in a small room; it looks no bigger than the average bedroom. The room is deserted but it looks like someone inhabited it not to long ago. The room is illuminated by a few candles and a little lamp placed on a desk off to the side of the room, two rows of bookshelves on either side of the room tower over the centre like two buildings standing sentinel in a small country town.
A desk is placed up in the far corner of the room and placed on the desk is a silver flat screen computer. The computer is on, the light emerging from the computer screen helps to illuminate the dark room.
Suddenly a man appears in the room; the man takes off a jacket and places it over the computer chair that is placed in front of the desk. The man then sits down on the computer chair and begins scrolling with his mouse, a close up shows that the man is scrolling through his comments on MySpace.
The man is wearing a black shirt, the black shirt has random patterns on it, reds and greys and many other various colors are stripped on an uneven angle down the shirt, a logo is presented over the colored patter but it is unable to tell what the logo is for because there is no letterform on it. The man also has on black jeans with a red skate belt through the belt loops. The man is wearing sunglasses, they are Oakley’s.
Over the man’s right shoulder is a shiny golden championship belt, it glistens in the candlelight of the room, the candlelight makes the belt look more golden than it already is. On the front of the championship belt there is a name plate, it reads ‘WGWF Tag Team Champion: Dean James’.
Dean James scrolls to the top of his MySpace comments.
Dean James: So I see I have some fan mail, yes, the Tag Team Champion has fan mail, how hard is that to understand, of course I have fans, I have thousands and thousands of fans across the nation. Okay well I have hundreds of new comments on my page, many of them ask the same questions so I will read some o my fan mail and answer a few question for these dumb piss-ass fans
The camera focuses on the first comment
Dean James: I am in Genesis because of my skills and athletic ability in the ring, Genesis is filled with talent, the four greatest wrestlers in WGWF history are all formed together in one cohesive unit known as Genesis, we have dominated WGWF since our arrival and will continue to do so in the future.
Dean James: Are you blind or just dumb? You say I never won the WGWF Tag Team title, dude that may be true but it does not matter how I won that title, it matters that since winning that title (and yes I said winning) I have proven myself worthy to the title, I am 3 and 1 in tag team matches, I have competed in some of WGWF’s most historic matches over the past months.
Dean James: What have you done lately? Maybe you were given a promotion at work? Maybe you got a new car? Or maybe you won one hundred dollars in the lotto, nothing that you have achieved in your worthless life can compare to what I have done in these last past months in WGWF, so stop trying to get a pop out of making yourself look good, Gees.
Dean James: Alright, next comment
The camera focuses on the computer screen as Dean James scrolls down to the next comment
Dean James: Haha, look what we have here, some fourteen year old kid trying to be a big man and post threats on the Internet. Pathetic, what do you do all day kid, sit in front of the computer for hours on end, refreshing your MySpace page, waiting for a comment that will never come? Or do you post comments to ever friend on your friends list so that they will reply with a comment? Does it make you feel good to get a comment from someone that you do not even know? I bet most of your so called ‘friends’ in your friends list you do not even know away from the computer, am I right? Of course I am right
Dean James: Its pathetic dude and what’s even more pathetic than that is you admire a worthless piece of talent like Jimmy Junior. I have beaten that punk ass more than you can count dude, he is washed up, his career is over and he cannot survive in WGWF without a partner by his side
Dean James: You don’t think that’s true? Well let me prove it, when Jimmy Junior first arrived in WGWF he was nothing, then the ‘Chronic’ Chris Page took Jimmy under his wing and won Tag Team gold for Jimmy Junior, he did not do anything to contribute to those titles and once ‘Chronic’ Chris Page dumped Jimmy’s sorry ass Jimmy was back to being the jobber of WGWF, being thrown to the lions of WGWF, being thrown to the wrestlers who are actually gifted here in WGWF, without a partner Jimmy Junior is nothing but a jobber, he needs a partner to succeed. He may be in the limelight now but that is because he has had greater men by his side to make him look good.
The camera zooms up on the screen again and Dean James scrolls down to the next comment
Dean James: This guy knows what he is talking about. Its good to be appreciated by my fans in Australia. I am an icon in the Australian industry of wrestling, now that industry may not be as big in Australia as it is in the United States but it is progressively growing as the years go by, it’s great to know that my fans appreciate my work in the ring. That’s something that these American jackasses will never understand, appreciation for a man putting life and limb on the line to represent their country.
Dean James: Okay I will read and answer to one more comment because I am getting sick of the same old inferior jackasses commenting me with negative comments that contradict shit that they do not understand. I am sick of hearing the same old shit from the same old jackasses who think they are big because they are threatening a WGWF wrestler over the Internet.
Dean James: While they are sitting behind the computer, typing to their imaginary friends on the Internet, wishing that there life was actually meaningful; I am making a success out of myself in WGWF. I am the most talented wrestler in WGWF and while these jackasses are refreshing their computers waiting for comments that will never come I am winning championships and matches and I am rising in the world of wrestling. These Internet geeks are pathetic.
Dean James: Okay, last comment and then I am out
The camera zooms up on the screen again and Dean James scrolls down to the next comment
Dean James: So we have a fan of the Englishmen M.D.K. How the hell can you be a fan of someone so boring? Yeah he may be talented in the ring, I do not deny that but his personality puts me to sleep. He talks about the same old shit and just changes the words to make it look different to the naked eye.
Dean James: You think that M.D.K will beat me at Armageddon III? I highly doubt it because unlike last time when we squared off in the middle of the ring, this time there is actually some sort of meaning to it, a championship is on the line and I am determined to add that championship to my résumé.
Dean James: M.D.K’s epithet language towards me is nothing more than appalling, his constant blabber-mouthing is nothing more than a bore, and it’s the same old shit. It is coarse, antiquated and musty, it is terrible and his constant threats and epithets are getting old. Get a new vocabulary M.D.K because I have heard all your shit before.
Dean James: At Hardcore Hell when I squared off against Bubba Josh and M.D.K for the Internet Championship in a Ladder Match I saw my dreams slip away from me in a matter of seconds when M.D.K clung onto my legs and climbed up my body to capture the Internet Championship. I was this close, this close!
Dean James puts his thumb and finger together so there is a mere centimeter between them to indicate how close he was to winning the Internet Championship
Dean James: I was this close to winning the Internet Championship; my hands were clasped around the title. But fate got the best of me and my dreams were crumbled underneath me in a matter of seconds.
Dean James: I guaran-damn-tee you that this will not happen to me again. I will not allow it to happen this time around. M.D.K may be sly and conniving but I will outsmart him this time and come out on top.
Dean James: A lot has changed since me and M.D.K squared off at Hardcore Hell along with Bubba Josh for the Internet Championship in a Ladder Match. We have been battling with each other ever since. M.D.K lost the Internet Championship to his protégé Marc Warren and I won the WGWF Tag Team Championship and proved that I am worthy of holding the title. M.D.K bet my tag team championship partner for the vacant Intercontinental Championship and I competed in one of the greatest matches along with my tag team partner Paul Frost for the final spot in the Masters Of The Mat tournament against Brandon McCain, the so called ‘real deal’.
Dean James: Armageddon has now fallen upon us and finally Judgment Day has arrived. This storied rivalry will finally come to an end at Armageddon III when myself and M.D.K square of one more time in the style of match that began this feud, a Ladder Match. The difference is that the Intercontinental Championship will be on the line and not the Internet Championship.
Dean James: This match at Armageddon III for the Intercontinental Championship is going to be fucking brutal, the stipulations of the match are extreme but I am ready for the challenge. This is not your ordinary Ladder Match; it is a First Blood Ladder Match, just as the name states the stipulation is that you need to bust your opponent up so that they are bleeding before you are eligible to climb the ladder to capture the Intercontinental Championship hanging above.
Dean James: Come Armageddon III I will walk in to Armageddon III a Tag Team Champion but when the smoke has cleared and the aftermath has appeared I will not only walk out the Tag Team Champion, I will have a championship hanging from my left shoulder and my right shoulder, the Tag Team Championship on my left shoulder and the Intercontinental Championship on my right shoulder. I will leave M.D.K in a pool of his own blood laying face down on the mat below while I am standing victorious high above on the top rung of the ladder holding the Tag Team Championship and the Intercontinental Championship high above my head. And M.D.K I will finally make you a Box Office Smash.
Dean James scrolls to the top of the page on the computer screen and signs out of MySpace, he then turns the computer off and begins circulating the room, blowing out all the candles as he passes by them. Dean then walks over to the source of light that is left illuminating the room, the lamp on the desk to the left side of the room. He then turns off the light as the scene fades.
The scene opens in a small room; it looks no bigger than the average bedroom. The room is deserted but it looks like someone inhabited it not to long ago. The room is illuminated by a few candles and a little lamp placed on a desk off to the side of the room, two rows of bookshelves on either side of the room tower over the centre like two buildings standing sentinel in a small country town.
A desk is placed up in the far corner of the room and placed on the desk is a silver flat screen computer. The computer is on, the light emerging from the computer screen helps to illuminate the dark room.
Suddenly a man appears in the room; the man takes off a jacket and places it over the computer chair that is placed in front of the desk. The man then sits down on the computer chair and begins scrolling with his mouse, a close up shows that the man is scrolling through his comments on MySpace.
The man is wearing a black shirt, the black shirt has random patterns on it, reds and greys and many other various colors are stripped on an uneven angle down the shirt, a logo is presented over the colored patter but it is unable to tell what the logo is for because there is no letterform on it. The man also has on black jeans with a red skate belt through the belt loops. The man is wearing sunglasses, they are Oakley’s.
Over the man’s right shoulder is a shiny golden championship belt, it glistens in the candlelight of the room, the candlelight makes the belt look more golden than it already is. On the front of the championship belt there is a name plate, it reads ‘WGWF Tag Team Champion: Dean James’.
Dean James scrolls to the top of his MySpace comments.
Dean James: So I see I have some fan mail, yes, the Tag Team Champion has fan mail, how hard is that to understand, of course I have fans, I have thousands and thousands of fans across the nation. Okay well I have hundreds of new comments on my page, many of them ask the same questions so I will read some o my fan mail and answer a few question for these dumb piss-ass fans
The camera focuses on the first comment
Dean James: I am in Genesis because of my skills and athletic ability in the ring, Genesis is filled with talent, the four greatest wrestlers in WGWF history are all formed together in one cohesive unit known as Genesis, we have dominated WGWF since our arrival and will continue to do so in the future.
Dean James: Are you blind or just dumb? You say I never won the WGWF Tag Team title, dude that may be true but it does not matter how I won that title, it matters that since winning that title (and yes I said winning) I have proven myself worthy to the title, I am 3 and 1 in tag team matches, I have competed in some of WGWF’s most historic matches over the past months.
Dean James: What have you done lately? Maybe you were given a promotion at work? Maybe you got a new car? Or maybe you won one hundred dollars in the lotto, nothing that you have achieved in your worthless life can compare to what I have done in these last past months in WGWF, so stop trying to get a pop out of making yourself look good, Gees.
Dean James: Alright, next comment
The camera focuses on the computer screen as Dean James scrolls down to the next comment
Dean James: Haha, look what we have here, some fourteen year old kid trying to be a big man and post threats on the Internet. Pathetic, what do you do all day kid, sit in front of the computer for hours on end, refreshing your MySpace page, waiting for a comment that will never come? Or do you post comments to ever friend on your friends list so that they will reply with a comment? Does it make you feel good to get a comment from someone that you do not even know? I bet most of your so called ‘friends’ in your friends list you do not even know away from the computer, am I right? Of course I am right
Dean James: Its pathetic dude and what’s even more pathetic than that is you admire a worthless piece of talent like Jimmy Junior. I have beaten that punk ass more than you can count dude, he is washed up, his career is over and he cannot survive in WGWF without a partner by his side
Dean James: You don’t think that’s true? Well let me prove it, when Jimmy Junior first arrived in WGWF he was nothing, then the ‘Chronic’ Chris Page took Jimmy under his wing and won Tag Team gold for Jimmy Junior, he did not do anything to contribute to those titles and once ‘Chronic’ Chris Page dumped Jimmy’s sorry ass Jimmy was back to being the jobber of WGWF, being thrown to the lions of WGWF, being thrown to the wrestlers who are actually gifted here in WGWF, without a partner Jimmy Junior is nothing but a jobber, he needs a partner to succeed. He may be in the limelight now but that is because he has had greater men by his side to make him look good.
The camera zooms up on the screen again and Dean James scrolls down to the next comment
Dean James: This guy knows what he is talking about. Its good to be appreciated by my fans in Australia. I am an icon in the Australian industry of wrestling, now that industry may not be as big in Australia as it is in the United States but it is progressively growing as the years go by, it’s great to know that my fans appreciate my work in the ring. That’s something that these American jackasses will never understand, appreciation for a man putting life and limb on the line to represent their country.
Dean James: Okay I will read and answer to one more comment because I am getting sick of the same old inferior jackasses commenting me with negative comments that contradict shit that they do not understand. I am sick of hearing the same old shit from the same old jackasses who think they are big because they are threatening a WGWF wrestler over the Internet.
Dean James: While they are sitting behind the computer, typing to their imaginary friends on the Internet, wishing that there life was actually meaningful; I am making a success out of myself in WGWF. I am the most talented wrestler in WGWF and while these jackasses are refreshing their computers waiting for comments that will never come I am winning championships and matches and I am rising in the world of wrestling. These Internet geeks are pathetic.
Dean James: Okay, last comment and then I am out
The camera zooms up on the screen again and Dean James scrolls down to the next comment
Dean James: So we have a fan of the Englishmen M.D.K. How the hell can you be a fan of someone so boring? Yeah he may be talented in the ring, I do not deny that but his personality puts me to sleep. He talks about the same old shit and just changes the words to make it look different to the naked eye.
Dean James: You think that M.D.K will beat me at Armageddon III? I highly doubt it because unlike last time when we squared off in the middle of the ring, this time there is actually some sort of meaning to it, a championship is on the line and I am determined to add that championship to my résumé.
Dean James: M.D.K’s epithet language towards me is nothing more than appalling, his constant blabber-mouthing is nothing more than a bore, and it’s the same old shit. It is coarse, antiquated and musty, it is terrible and his constant threats and epithets are getting old. Get a new vocabulary M.D.K because I have heard all your shit before.
Dean James: At Hardcore Hell when I squared off against Bubba Josh and M.D.K for the Internet Championship in a Ladder Match I saw my dreams slip away from me in a matter of seconds when M.D.K clung onto my legs and climbed up my body to capture the Internet Championship. I was this close, this close!
Dean James puts his thumb and finger together so there is a mere centimeter between them to indicate how close he was to winning the Internet Championship
Dean James: I was this close to winning the Internet Championship; my hands were clasped around the title. But fate got the best of me and my dreams were crumbled underneath me in a matter of seconds.
Dean James: I guaran-damn-tee you that this will not happen to me again. I will not allow it to happen this time around. M.D.K may be sly and conniving but I will outsmart him this time and come out on top.
Dean James: A lot has changed since me and M.D.K squared off at Hardcore Hell along with Bubba Josh for the Internet Championship in a Ladder Match. We have been battling with each other ever since. M.D.K lost the Internet Championship to his protégé Marc Warren and I won the WGWF Tag Team Championship and proved that I am worthy of holding the title. M.D.K bet my tag team championship partner for the vacant Intercontinental Championship and I competed in one of the greatest matches along with my tag team partner Paul Frost for the final spot in the Masters Of The Mat tournament against Brandon McCain, the so called ‘real deal’.
Dean James: Armageddon has now fallen upon us and finally Judgment Day has arrived. This storied rivalry will finally come to an end at Armageddon III when myself and M.D.K square of one more time in the style of match that began this feud, a Ladder Match. The difference is that the Intercontinental Championship will be on the line and not the Internet Championship.
Dean James: This match at Armageddon III for the Intercontinental Championship is going to be fucking brutal, the stipulations of the match are extreme but I am ready for the challenge. This is not your ordinary Ladder Match; it is a First Blood Ladder Match, just as the name states the stipulation is that you need to bust your opponent up so that they are bleeding before you are eligible to climb the ladder to capture the Intercontinental Championship hanging above.
Dean James: Come Armageddon III I will walk in to Armageddon III a Tag Team Champion but when the smoke has cleared and the aftermath has appeared I will not only walk out the Tag Team Champion, I will have a championship hanging from my left shoulder and my right shoulder, the Tag Team Championship on my left shoulder and the Intercontinental Championship on my right shoulder. I will leave M.D.K in a pool of his own blood laying face down on the mat below while I am standing victorious high above on the top rung of the ladder holding the Tag Team Championship and the Intercontinental Championship high above my head. And M.D.K I will finally make you a Box Office Smash.
Dean James scrolls to the top of the page on the computer screen and signs out of MySpace, he then turns the computer off and begins circulating the room, blowing out all the candles as he passes by them. Dean then walks over to the source of light that is left illuminating the room, the lamp on the desk to the left side of the room. He then turns off the light as the scene fades.