Post by Cliff Clinton on May 27, 2012 1:21:50 GMT -6
So after thinking it was Friday until I got stuck at work for the ufc ppv, here is my late rp. Was thinking I could finish it tonight but it isn’t Friday so yeah im an idiot. Here is my rp.
We open on an overhead view of Steve Awesome being loaded onto the stretcher, trying to endure the agonizing pain of his broken shoulder. The Ace, Andrew Jacobsen, and Nikki Michaels walk with him and the EMT’s up the ramp and they disappear through the black curtain. Cut to the almost euphoric gaze on the face of Brent Sampson inside one of the sky boxes in the upper deck of the arena. He gazes at the wreckage in his wake, the stunned faces of the sold out Collision crowd, and the way they could only whisper to each other.
From behind him, the door opens and in walks Keybo Shabaz!
“What in God’s name-”
*Crack* *Thud* *Gag*!
Seemingly quicker then a bolt of lightning, Zero Tolerance had Keybo Shabaz against the wall with a forearm attempting to crush his larynx. All Keybo can do is dangle in the air and stare into the rage filled eyes of big Zero. Keybo’s face is dangerously purple before Sampson rushes the scene.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah. Zero! Let him go!”
As he’s told, the monster backs away instantly and lets Keybo drop the three feet to his knees and he attempts to catch his breath.
“That was a close one Keybo, you can’t sneak up on us like that.”
Sampson slides a chair over for Keybo to sit down on. Keybo pops down on the seat, but not before noticing Zero Tolerance stand behind Brent Sampson, staring forward with some sort of far away look in his eyes. A state he was far from being in a few moments ago, and of course earlier inside the ring.
“What the hell was that out there Brent?”
Brent doesn’t miss a beat.
“Justice.”
He beams with joy, like a Disney happy ending.
“Justice? The man razzles you, plays a couple pranks on you-”
Brent extends an interrupting finger.
“Don’t fluff it up Keybo, he had me sexually harassed by The Cat Lady!”
“Yeah, but that’s no reason to break his shoulder!”
“ISN’T IT?”
Keybo is a little surprised by Brent’s outburst.
“Have you ever been sexually harassed by The Cat Lady, Keybo? Furthermore, have you ever had to deal with Steve Awesome? He is a menace. A virus. A walking cesspool of witty one liners and high cheekbones. A long haired, hippie, free love, peace sign waving pretty boy, with NO respect for rules. NO respect for authority, and NO respect for ME! So I had him put on the shelf. Maybe now he’ll have some time to think when he’s held up in a hospital bed.
Keybo cocks his head to the side. He tries to read a man that he thought he knew.
“Brent, you can’t possibly think that’s a good idea.”
Brent grins maliciously.
“Quite the contrary my friend. I couldn’t be more happy with my actions. Steve Awesome is gone and the entire roster knows what awaits them if they cross my path now.”
Keybo glances back behind Brent at the seemingly docile killing machine standing there.
“Somebody is going to stop you Brent. You know this right? There will be repercussions for your actions.”
Brent just lowers his head in what seems to be sadness.
“Don’t do that Keybo. Don’t be the next person.”
“I’m not trying to do anything I’m just saying that-”
Sampson cuts him off without even raising his head.
“Don’t say it Keybo. Enemies say things like that. People that stand in my way…..say things like that. Don’t make me take care of you Keybo.”
Keybo takes a step back as he notices Brent’s hand raise up, his middle finger laying on his thumb, ready to snap. Keybo knows karate, but he isn’t an idiot.
“You’ve changed Brent.”
Keybo says, as he turns around and heads for the door. Sampson smiles and nods his head in agreement.
“For the better….”
We open in the dimly lit office of Brent Sampson. He sits behind his desk with his fingers interlocked, and corporate cold look on his face. Like a banker about to tell you they are taking your house.
“You sound just like him, Ricky…..”
Brent takes a deep breath. His blood boils just thinking about it.
“It’s all that bravado……”
He shakes his head.
“…….it’s one of the things I hated the most about him. The way, no matter what the situation was, he acted like he wasn’t scared. The way he irresponsibly just rode into danger and then just expected it to all work itself out in the end just like it did so many times before. The way he disregarded his loved ones warnings because he “had this”……well guess what Ricky…..”
Sampson slams a fist.
“….HE’S GONE NOW!
“BROKEN! BATTERED! DESTROYED! DONE! GONE!”
Each word, accompanied by another fist slamming down on the mahogany desk.
“And do you know why he’s gone now Ricky? Because a six foot ten monstrosity came to town and completely obliterated him….with ease. With ease Ricky. It didn’t work itself out because he was Steve Awesome. He didn’t “have” anything. I mean lets look at this logically. You’re a small man. All Zero needs to do is just get a hold of you and he will rip you apart. You can’t run away forever. Oh but of course…..you’ll fight wont you.”
Sampson sneers and rolls his eyes.
“You’ll stand up and fight because that’s all you know how to do, and that’s all you’ve ever done, and you have passion, and you have drive, and a fire inside and all that crap they put on multi-colored t-shirts and sell to little kids to inspire them to do there homework. You think this is some magical land Ricky? You might still be in a euphoric haze on your big special night at A Night To Remember, winning the world title and everything, but this Ricky……this is very real…..this isn’t a fairy tale ending Ricky……
Dramatic pause.
“This is your nightmare.”
“This is the end for you Ricky. And trust me kid, I have no personal problems with you, I remember when you were a rockstar or when you were running around in crow make up. I remember the young, up and coming Ricky Johnson, just under the radar, I always knew you’d make it big someday. And here you are, world champion. The first grand slam champion to boot. Quite impressive. It’s just unfortunate that it had to happen now, right as I planned to take the NCW world championship and hold it for myself until I deem the rest of the roster worthy to hold it. I’ll tell you what Ricky…..your already high on my list of people…that is until you started acting like him.”
He shrugs.
“Now all bets are off. Now all I wanna do is have Zero rip your smug head off your shoulders. Now I’m going to have Zero shove that bravado down your throat you’ll be defecating one liners for a week. I have zero tolerance for such blatant disrespect. I have zero tolerance for such blissful ignorance. And most importantly….
……I have zero tolerance for those that stand in my way.
Fade.
We open on an overhead view of Steve Awesome being loaded onto the stretcher, trying to endure the agonizing pain of his broken shoulder. The Ace, Andrew Jacobsen, and Nikki Michaels walk with him and the EMT’s up the ramp and they disappear through the black curtain. Cut to the almost euphoric gaze on the face of Brent Sampson inside one of the sky boxes in the upper deck of the arena. He gazes at the wreckage in his wake, the stunned faces of the sold out Collision crowd, and the way they could only whisper to each other.
From behind him, the door opens and in walks Keybo Shabaz!
“What in God’s name-”
*Crack* *Thud* *Gag*!
Seemingly quicker then a bolt of lightning, Zero Tolerance had Keybo Shabaz against the wall with a forearm attempting to crush his larynx. All Keybo can do is dangle in the air and stare into the rage filled eyes of big Zero. Keybo’s face is dangerously purple before Sampson rushes the scene.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah. Zero! Let him go!”
As he’s told, the monster backs away instantly and lets Keybo drop the three feet to his knees and he attempts to catch his breath.
“That was a close one Keybo, you can’t sneak up on us like that.”
Sampson slides a chair over for Keybo to sit down on. Keybo pops down on the seat, but not before noticing Zero Tolerance stand behind Brent Sampson, staring forward with some sort of far away look in his eyes. A state he was far from being in a few moments ago, and of course earlier inside the ring.
“What the hell was that out there Brent?”
Brent doesn’t miss a beat.
“Justice.”
He beams with joy, like a Disney happy ending.
“Justice? The man razzles you, plays a couple pranks on you-”
Brent extends an interrupting finger.
“Don’t fluff it up Keybo, he had me sexually harassed by The Cat Lady!”
“Yeah, but that’s no reason to break his shoulder!”
“ISN’T IT?”
Keybo is a little surprised by Brent’s outburst.
“Have you ever been sexually harassed by The Cat Lady, Keybo? Furthermore, have you ever had to deal with Steve Awesome? He is a menace. A virus. A walking cesspool of witty one liners and high cheekbones. A long haired, hippie, free love, peace sign waving pretty boy, with NO respect for rules. NO respect for authority, and NO respect for ME! So I had him put on the shelf. Maybe now he’ll have some time to think when he’s held up in a hospital bed.
Keybo cocks his head to the side. He tries to read a man that he thought he knew.
“Brent, you can’t possibly think that’s a good idea.”
Brent grins maliciously.
“Quite the contrary my friend. I couldn’t be more happy with my actions. Steve Awesome is gone and the entire roster knows what awaits them if they cross my path now.”
Keybo glances back behind Brent at the seemingly docile killing machine standing there.
“Somebody is going to stop you Brent. You know this right? There will be repercussions for your actions.”
Brent just lowers his head in what seems to be sadness.
“Don’t do that Keybo. Don’t be the next person.”
“I’m not trying to do anything I’m just saying that-”
Sampson cuts him off without even raising his head.
“Don’t say it Keybo. Enemies say things like that. People that stand in my way…..say things like that. Don’t make me take care of you Keybo.”
Keybo takes a step back as he notices Brent’s hand raise up, his middle finger laying on his thumb, ready to snap. Keybo knows karate, but he isn’t an idiot.
“You’ve changed Brent.”
Keybo says, as he turns around and heads for the door. Sampson smiles and nods his head in agreement.
“For the better….”
We open in the dimly lit office of Brent Sampson. He sits behind his desk with his fingers interlocked, and corporate cold look on his face. Like a banker about to tell you they are taking your house.
“You sound just like him, Ricky…..”
Brent takes a deep breath. His blood boils just thinking about it.
“It’s all that bravado……”
He shakes his head.
“…….it’s one of the things I hated the most about him. The way, no matter what the situation was, he acted like he wasn’t scared. The way he irresponsibly just rode into danger and then just expected it to all work itself out in the end just like it did so many times before. The way he disregarded his loved ones warnings because he “had this”……well guess what Ricky…..”
Sampson slams a fist.
“….HE’S GONE NOW!
“BROKEN! BATTERED! DESTROYED! DONE! GONE!”
Each word, accompanied by another fist slamming down on the mahogany desk.
“And do you know why he’s gone now Ricky? Because a six foot ten monstrosity came to town and completely obliterated him….with ease. With ease Ricky. It didn’t work itself out because he was Steve Awesome. He didn’t “have” anything. I mean lets look at this logically. You’re a small man. All Zero needs to do is just get a hold of you and he will rip you apart. You can’t run away forever. Oh but of course…..you’ll fight wont you.”
Sampson sneers and rolls his eyes.
“You’ll stand up and fight because that’s all you know how to do, and that’s all you’ve ever done, and you have passion, and you have drive, and a fire inside and all that crap they put on multi-colored t-shirts and sell to little kids to inspire them to do there homework. You think this is some magical land Ricky? You might still be in a euphoric haze on your big special night at A Night To Remember, winning the world title and everything, but this Ricky……this is very real…..this isn’t a fairy tale ending Ricky……
Dramatic pause.
“This is your nightmare.”
“This is the end for you Ricky. And trust me kid, I have no personal problems with you, I remember when you were a rockstar or when you were running around in crow make up. I remember the young, up and coming Ricky Johnson, just under the radar, I always knew you’d make it big someday. And here you are, world champion. The first grand slam champion to boot. Quite impressive. It’s just unfortunate that it had to happen now, right as I planned to take the NCW world championship and hold it for myself until I deem the rest of the roster worthy to hold it. I’ll tell you what Ricky…..your already high on my list of people…that is until you started acting like him.”
He shrugs.
“Now all bets are off. Now all I wanna do is have Zero rip your smug head off your shoulders. Now I’m going to have Zero shove that bravado down your throat you’ll be defecating one liners for a week. I have zero tolerance for such blatant disrespect. I have zero tolerance for such blissful ignorance. And most importantly….
……I have zero tolerance for those that stand in my way.
Fade.