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Post by AJ Supreme on Nov 19, 2008 10:26:08 GMT -6
Please place rp's below
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Post by BDC on Nov 24, 2008 14:45:39 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,300]The following Has Been Brought To You By The Deadliest Mute In Pro-Wrestling......Mikey!!!![/glow]
Saratoga, New York. The bar owned by En Fuego, "The Parting Glass" has been closed for months. Chairs are everywhere, tables turned over, broken glass everywhere. "The Kingpin" BDC, stands quietly as he looks at the mess in front of him. Scratching his chin with his hooked hand, he turns slowly and yells out the door.
You should come in here and see this.
He's talking to Mikey. This is the first time he's been home in a few months. His streak of loss after loss in the RCW has made him lose his mind. His "girlfriend" Delilah Ghost disappearing on him didn't help. After Mikey's brother, En Fuego, put BDC in charge of watching Mikey, BDC flew Mikey to Japan, thinking this would improve Mikey's mindset. He was wrong. Mikey lost his mind further, competing in death match after death match, painting his face and taking up the Japanese art of spitting "mist". The only thing that brought him back was the return of some old NEW friends, namely The Turks, J.J. Hart and their new charge, Steve Sensation. Hog Heaven, Mikey made his presence known again. Southern Dynamite, he got his ass kicked. No more. Mikey's home.
Where is that damn brother of yours? He's gonna be so pissed at me for letting you lose your mind.
Mikey hits the floor. The non-audible screams are painful for BDC to look at.
What the hell is your problem?
BDC sees it now. En Fuego, laying in a pool of his own blood. Knees broken. He wasn't the target. They struck Saratoga.
Holy crap! Is he alive? Fuego! Fuego! No pulse!
Mikey leans down next to his brother. He slowly looks at his fallen sibling and carefully examines his ab area. More blood. Bullet wound. Mikey looks up toward the sky and spits a white mist to the ab of Fuego. BDC looks on like he just saw a ghost. He feels back to the neck of Fuego. A pulse. Slow and steady.
Jesus, he's alive.
They......can't...kill.....what's already.....dead......damn you.....TYRANT...
TYRANT. A man, no, a monster who took Mikey's voice in exchange for En Fuego's life. He cursed both brothers. But Mikey knows who did this, who is responsible. They got Pete and Sammy to get to Delilah, and now they're looking for Mikey. They missed.
Mikey, we're going back to Japan. It's not safe here. Call Pyros, he'll take you to the airport.
Shaking his head, Mikey produces a piece of paper from his pocket. Two or three lines down it reads "Rey Leone vs. Mikey."
Putting a bit too much on your plate, huh Mute? You got the Turks mad at you, The mob wanting to kill you and now you sign a match vs. Rey Leone? You've lost your damn mind again? It's bad enough I got to deal with this whole mist and face paint crap, but now you've signed up for matches without telling me? Next you're going to tell me you're going to Vermont to find Delilah. She ran out on you! She doesn't want anything to do with you. Especially now. You need mental help! You don't need a woman who gives less than a crap about you.
He's heard enough. Smashing his head into a bottle of rum, Mikey sticks his finger in the gash and walks over to a mirror.
I still love her.
She'll be the death of you.
Mikey smiles, takes a camera out of his bag, takes a picture of his artwork, finds a piece of paper and a pen.
I'll be the death of Rey Leone first.
fin'
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Post by Rey Leone on Nov 25, 2008 23:21:59 GMT -6
At a local bar in Arkansas, Rey Leone is with Jose and Victor Chavez, Rey still needs to get use to the Arkansas weather and the way things are ran in the small promotion.
Rey: So, you guys think I should stay?
Jose drinks his corona while Victor is drinking a Pina Colada.
Victor: I say its a good fit for you, hey you can do some serious damage in the company, I can see you beating some of the top guys, I mean even if it's not title related I can see you gunning for the top stars and making them look like crap.
Jose: Trust me Rey, AJ knows what he's doing.
Rey: What about that incident before in the other promotion?
Jose: Fuck that, the owner of the other promotion was a complete ass, karma is a dairy cow you know.
Victor: A big one if that.
All three men laugh.
Jose: Plus I never liked Traveling anyway.
Rey: Why not?
Jose: Less time with my family.
Rey: True.
Jose: I mean RCW is in one place while the other place was everywhere, I hate planes.
Victor: Haha puto!
Jose: La boca.
Rey: You two are a mess...
Victor: Congrats on your win against that Cletus.
Jose: Isn't that a bacon company?
Rey: I don't know.
Victor: Hey, who do you face this week on Southern Dynamite?
Rey: Some guy name Mikey, any advice?
Jose: I heard he was apart of some stable called The New Downward Spiral. With Puke, En Fuego, and some other clowns. I heard they were in that other place and in NEW.
Victor: They are pretty tough if you ask me.
Jose: Tough? Nah, clever, yes.
Rey: What do you mean?
Jose: I mean he is just a thrill seeker, there is nothing special about him, he dated a Ghost by the name of Delilah and had minimum success in the WPW, he was and still is a fluke and the weakest link in his group.
Victor: Damn Jose.
Jose: What it's the truth...
Rey: So how do I go about this? I mean after all he is one of RCW's top stars and I know that he may have a few bags up his sleeve.
Jose: Just concentrate, focus and never let your guard down by any means, you wouldn't want to be on the defensive end and have to deal with this maniac, I think you should really focus on just manhandling that little rodent.
Rey: Your insane Jose.
Jose: Im speaking the truth man, just give it your all and remember that beating Mikey will boost up your rank within RCW, I mean you won't be too far from the top guns in the company and I know you will love that thought.
Rey: Hmmm...
Jose: Look man just do what you do best and kick some pendejos ass!!!!
Rey: HELL YEA!!!
Victor: Who is paying for this?
Rey: Well I thought this was a celebration from my victory earlier.
Jose: So...
Rey: What do you mean so?!
Victor: Hey man, this is your new home so you gotta show some manners and pay for the drinks.
Rey: I don't leave here! It's only temporary!!!
Victor: Well, that doesn't mean a damn thing, you know that we are the guest and you gotta welcome us to the fullest, so do it.
Rey pulls out his wallet and mumbles.
Rey: Alright, but you two are leaving the tip!!!
All three men rise and walk out of the bar.
Jose: Don't worry pal, just remember to focus!!!
Rey: Alright bud!!!
Victor: That's the spirit!!!!
Mikey, you have just been booked in a match against a very VERY angry Spaniard! I am looking to blow you away very quickly and carefully, I am going to enjoy ripping you limb from limb to shreds and making you look like the piece of crap that you are, you are already having problems with some other dairy cowes in the back but tonight you are going to have an even BIGGER problem and that problem is me!!!! So don't try to beg, you are my prey and I am the king of the Jungle....WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE!!!! YOU ARE MY NEXT VICTIM!!!
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Post by Rey Leone on Nov 25, 2008 23:54:52 GMT -6
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Post by BDC on Nov 30, 2008 13:32:10 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought To You By A Mute Pro Wrestler With More Emotions Than A Teen-aged Girl......Mikey!!!![/glow]
Static on the TV. The room is dark with the exception of the bland color coming off the TV. A face can be seen staring at the static. It's the painted face of Mikey, who is blankly staring at the TV.
You see, Rey Leone, you can be the king of the jungle or an Angry Spaniard or whatever it is that you want, but you'll find out the hard way, at Southern Dynamite, it all won't mean a damn thing.
The voice belongs to "The Kingpin" BDC. He stands behind Mikey, just enough out of sight where the only thing that matters is his voice.
You're doing well with your training, I see. Healthy sessions with your friends, nights out at the local Arkansas bars. I don't blame you. Have fun in Fayetteville, it's lovely this time of year. I can hear you now in your broken English, "Well Kingpin, how does Mikey train? By getting beat up? He lives at a bar too!" I understand! I hear ya! But that's not how I do it anymore.
BDC pushes a button on the TV remote and a picture of Rey Leone comes on the screen. Mikey stares at it for a minute with an intense look, and smiles. The smile grows almost Chestshire like.
Now, I'm not Dr. Phil or Freud or anything like that, but I'd say Mikey thinks your a joke and he looks forward to whipping your potty mouthed fourth point of contact all over Arkansas. But you see Rey Leone, I can't let Mikey go into this match with that kind of mindset. You're too dangerous for that. Whatever will I do? Ah! I got it!
BDC pushes the button again and as Rey Leone disappears, a promo picture for Steve Sensation and The Turks comes up. Mikey's face goes from jubilation to disgust. Mikey actually looks like he's going to be sick to his stomach.
Wow, this is unexpected. I figured he'd get mad, not sick to his stomach. You see, Rey Leone, I showed Mikey this picture in hopes that he'd be angry. Turns out he's just going to throw up. Hey Turks, you clowns were nothing but jobbers in the NEW and I highly doubt you'll be any better here in the RCW. But moving along.
BDC hits another button and and the TV changes pictures again. The Turks and Sensation go away and a picture of the destruction of the bar comes up. Mikey gets a sad look on his face, then BDC switches to a picture of Mikey's brother, En Fuego, bandaged up in a hospital bed. Mikey's face goes to anger. He visibly shakes and grows into violent fits and finally spits out a burst of red mist all over the TV.
I see now. That's what it takes to get you angry, Mute. Rey Leone made you laugh, The Turks made you sick and your brother laid up made you pissed. Interesting. You see, Rey Leone, some of us don't need a gym, a bar of a bull fighting arena to train for an upcoming RCW match. Come Southern Dynamite, you step into the ring with Mikey, and win, lose or draw, you won't come back out the same.
BDC hits another button on the remote and a picture of Delilah Ghost comes up. Mikey looks hard at the picture before slowly taking his finger and writing something in his mist. The camera pans around to find "I still love you."
fin'
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Post by Rey Leone on Dec 2, 2008 22:39:56 GMT -6
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