Post by paincool on Jul 24, 2010 20:28:43 GMT -5
"I push my fingers in to my eyes, It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache."
"Ninety-seven, Ninety-eight, Ninty-nine... One hundred" Jonny slowly lifted himself up from doing press ups. He stopped about half way letting his sweaty hair hide his face for a second, before dipping his head and throwing it back, as to make his hair fly back out of his face. He followed through with standing up and brushed his hands off against each other before running them through his hair. Pulling a small looped piece of elasticated fabric over the hair and twisting then back over again, he did this two or three more times before the hair was tightly pulled back in a pony tail. He ran his hands over his hair to make sure it was all in place before looking about the room.
It was dark and dusty. The mantle was covered in at least four millimeters of dust. The small fire inlaid within the chimney was coated in white dust particles. It was all round disgusting to say the least. Empty beer bottles littered the floor along with crushed up cans and empty bottles of spirits. Plates stacked high with the remains of three weeks worth of boozing hunger and stoned munchies. Old chocolate wrappers. Basically everything that was meant to be put in the bin. Remained firmly stuck to the floor or else stacked around the room. Left to rot and decay while the inhabitance of the building lived 'The rock lifestyle'.
Jonny reached down in front of the sofa and picked up a small wooden box. He unclipped the catch as he sat down on the sofa somehow avoiding the mess. He lifted the lid of the box and looked within. A sewing set. Sat perfectly untouched. This box, even though small was clearly not for keeping sewing materials. Jonny gripped the small lip of the inlay and pulled. The top layer of the box came off. The disguise was only two CM thick and was hardly a fifth of the boxes depth. Under the sewing set sat Jonny's favorite thing in the world.
He pulled out the small clear plastic bag and a small bag of backie. He slipped a rizzler out of the packet and began to roll. After about a minute or two he snapped shut the box and clipped the catch back over. He lay the box on the floor and pulled out his lighter.
"Here's to you, father." He spoke to the empty room. As he raised the blunt to his mouth and let it just rest between his lips as he brought the lighter up, flicking the lid away and sparking the flint. Flames shot out and Jonny lit the end of the blunt. He whipped down the lighter and the lid came down on the flame. Putting it out. Jonny took a drag on the spliff and let the smoke flow down in to his lungs. He held if for a few seconds before letting the smoke flow easily from his mouth.
Hard to think really how Jonny had recently fallen from grace. Winning his last match in a fed he helped build. The battle of brothers. Yet he felt still that he had more work to do. Not that he really could care. This blunt right now was all that mattered. Well at least in Jonny's mind. He took another drag from the blunt. He sat back and closed his eyes as the affects began to take hold.
"Blah blah blah."
The scene starts with a blacked out room with a single light bulb on. It was only enough to dimly light 2 feet around it. A voice from the dark.
"Now hear me out. I'm not gonna pretend I'm the best. I'm not gonna pretend I'm the strongest, I'm not even gonna pretend I care the most. I'm here for my own morals. Unlike all of you in this god forsaken piece of trash federation. I don't want to pretend I'm the best. I'm gonna prove it. One by one. Until I make it all the way to the top. Win the gold. Defend it, lose it and let the cycle replay.
I'm not going to pretend for one second I care about the fans opinion. However I will entertain them. I will be the best I can be. I will put a hundred percent in. Hoping they will get a average to good match. After all they pay my bills.
I will not pretend that this federation is my only option or my only path in this career. It was just the easiest for me to gain access too. I don't want to join some small time fed in Mexico where the pay is frankly disgusting and shit.
I take my hat off to all the people who try in this federation. The people who actually give a shit. I mean I've watched thy from the start. Wrestlers come and go. The ones who try are inspirations. The ones who don't well your all just worthless piece of shit.
Vince, don't worry. I'm here to help. You want talent? I'm a born wrestler. Not the best but neither are most guys. However I will prove myself to you. Just wait and see."
Jonny walked in to the light and bowed his head. Silent. As the scene faded to black.
Notes
I'm going to put up another roleplay tomorrow with more details on the match and my tag. I just felt this should just go up before the match incase I don't get to do another seems I'm traveling tomorrow.
"Ninety-seven, Ninety-eight, Ninty-nine... One hundred" Jonny slowly lifted himself up from doing press ups. He stopped about half way letting his sweaty hair hide his face for a second, before dipping his head and throwing it back, as to make his hair fly back out of his face. He followed through with standing up and brushed his hands off against each other before running them through his hair. Pulling a small looped piece of elasticated fabric over the hair and twisting then back over again, he did this two or three more times before the hair was tightly pulled back in a pony tail. He ran his hands over his hair to make sure it was all in place before looking about the room.
It was dark and dusty. The mantle was covered in at least four millimeters of dust. The small fire inlaid within the chimney was coated in white dust particles. It was all round disgusting to say the least. Empty beer bottles littered the floor along with crushed up cans and empty bottles of spirits. Plates stacked high with the remains of three weeks worth of boozing hunger and stoned munchies. Old chocolate wrappers. Basically everything that was meant to be put in the bin. Remained firmly stuck to the floor or else stacked around the room. Left to rot and decay while the inhabitance of the building lived 'The rock lifestyle'.
Jonny reached down in front of the sofa and picked up a small wooden box. He unclipped the catch as he sat down on the sofa somehow avoiding the mess. He lifted the lid of the box and looked within. A sewing set. Sat perfectly untouched. This box, even though small was clearly not for keeping sewing materials. Jonny gripped the small lip of the inlay and pulled. The top layer of the box came off. The disguise was only two CM thick and was hardly a fifth of the boxes depth. Under the sewing set sat Jonny's favorite thing in the world.
He pulled out the small clear plastic bag and a small bag of backie. He slipped a rizzler out of the packet and began to roll. After about a minute or two he snapped shut the box and clipped the catch back over. He lay the box on the floor and pulled out his lighter.
"Here's to you, father." He spoke to the empty room. As he raised the blunt to his mouth and let it just rest between his lips as he brought the lighter up, flicking the lid away and sparking the flint. Flames shot out and Jonny lit the end of the blunt. He whipped down the lighter and the lid came down on the flame. Putting it out. Jonny took a drag on the spliff and let the smoke flow down in to his lungs. He held if for a few seconds before letting the smoke flow easily from his mouth.
Hard to think really how Jonny had recently fallen from grace. Winning his last match in a fed he helped build. The battle of brothers. Yet he felt still that he had more work to do. Not that he really could care. This blunt right now was all that mattered. Well at least in Jonny's mind. He took another drag from the blunt. He sat back and closed his eyes as the affects began to take hold.
"Blah blah blah."
The scene starts with a blacked out room with a single light bulb on. It was only enough to dimly light 2 feet around it. A voice from the dark.
"Now hear me out. I'm not gonna pretend I'm the best. I'm not gonna pretend I'm the strongest, I'm not even gonna pretend I care the most. I'm here for my own morals. Unlike all of you in this god forsaken piece of trash federation. I don't want to pretend I'm the best. I'm gonna prove it. One by one. Until I make it all the way to the top. Win the gold. Defend it, lose it and let the cycle replay.
I'm not going to pretend for one second I care about the fans opinion. However I will entertain them. I will be the best I can be. I will put a hundred percent in. Hoping they will get a average to good match. After all they pay my bills.
I will not pretend that this federation is my only option or my only path in this career. It was just the easiest for me to gain access too. I don't want to join some small time fed in Mexico where the pay is frankly disgusting and shit.
I take my hat off to all the people who try in this federation. The people who actually give a shit. I mean I've watched thy from the start. Wrestlers come and go. The ones who try are inspirations. The ones who don't well your all just worthless piece of shit.
Vince, don't worry. I'm here to help. You want talent? I'm a born wrestler. Not the best but neither are most guys. However I will prove myself to you. Just wait and see."
Jonny walked in to the light and bowed his head. Silent. As the scene faded to black.
Notes
I'm going to put up another roleplay tomorrow with more details on the match and my tag. I just felt this should just go up before the match incase I don't get to do another seems I'm traveling tomorrow.
