Post by "The Shooting Star" on Dec 6, 2007 17:12:21 GMT -5
-= XVI =-
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The high-pitched beeping of an alarm clock rings in your ears, getting under your skin the moment you hear it. You hear a groan, a muffling, and then the beeping stops. The scene fades in, and you now see dark green satin sheets rolled back with a white comforter thrown back on top of them. The walls around were pure white and the baseboards were painted a metallic gold. There was a window on the far wall that looked out to a sunny day.
He's there, sitting on the edge of his bed. He's wearing a pair of black silk boxer-shorts and nothing more. His hair is a bit messy and his eyes barely open. His mouth opens wide, letting out a deep sound that you decipher as a yawn. He runs his hand back through his hair, mixing the white in his bangs with the black in the rest of his head.
He stood up and walked groggily across the room to the mahogany dresser. He grabs his Samsung cell phone and flips it open, seeing he has no missed calls or messages. He lays the cell phone back down, pulling open the top drawer and extracting a pair of black jogging-pants. He pulls them on, the slowly walks over to the window.
He smiles as he looks out, the tree's below still with their colored leaves. They slowly shed from the branches as the slight breeze blows. Jason looks up into the sky, at the sun. He squints a little, but continues to smile.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Great show last night .. everything went according to plan ..
He scoffs, turning around and looking into the camera. He places each of his hands on either side of him, leaning on the window sill. The look on his face is now one of amusement, yet disgust. He looks as if he isn't surprised at what happened, but yet he wished it hadn't.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Yeah, right. I'm getting double teamed in a match because I'm new, yet I'm still holding my own. It looks good for me and, BOOM! .. some prick who thinks he's cool comes down and takes me out of the match. The sad thing is, he's just as new as I am apparently. Some guy backstage told me, but I still don't know his name. It makes no sense for him to want to attack me. I did nothing to him, I was simply trying to teach those "XVI Originals" that just because they were here first doesn't mean they're better.
Jason laughs a little to himself, thinking about the audacity of the so-called "Originals." In his mind, they were all the same. Well, besides him. He was better than all of them, but he could never say those words out loud. One-on-one, he was better .. but if the roster hates him, he may have a problem.
He licks his pink lips, moistening them. He shifts his weight a little, then continues talking.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
I mean .. Prozac nailed me in the back with a steel chair, and Justin pretended he saw nothing! He's afraid, the damned coward. He didn't call a disqualification because he didn't want me to win. If I won that match, he knew I'd just destroy him in a Championship match. And then, I'd be the XVI Universal Champion .. I'll get there one day, and soon too.
Thor .. The Elite Champion .. I dropped him too. TwoGuns, straight to the temple. Any more precise, and we'd be having his funeral on Underground Attitude this week. Along with my DTH, I'm pretty sure that Thor is going to have a headache for a while.
Jason laughs at his own comment. He didn't like Sah'ta, even before he was in XVI. When he was in the indies, he watched XVI and no matter who Thor was going against, Jason always cheered the other guy. If it was the devil himself (which Jason wouldn't doubt, seeing as the character that Thor was) he would have cheered him in comparison to "The Immortal" Sah'ta Thor.
Just then, his cell phone rang. He quickly got off the window sill and jumped over his bed. He sped toward the dresser and picked up the cell phone, flipping it open and putting it to his ear.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Hello?
Silence for a moment ..
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Oh, hey Sniper. Calling to give me my match this week, I presume?
Another moment of silence ..
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
.. who's that?
Another pause while Jason listens to one of his bosses ..
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
THAT'S his name?! THAT'S the best that kid could come up with? Wow, that's sad. Anyways, alright. I'll see you later.
Jason flips the phone closed, laughing a little. He places the phone back on the dresser and leans on it the same way he was leaning on the window sill. He smiles again, looking back into the camera.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
So, the guy's name was The Ayster .. and now he's my opponent this week. It's a Pick Your Poison match .. which I never did understand the concept of. I'm going to beat him so I can decide what match I'm going to beat him in at Payback, XVI's December Pay Per View. Oh well, at least I'll get to kick his ass ..
Jason smiles, pushing himself up off the dresser. He looks around the room.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
I'm going to go do some research on this Asstar .. or whatever his name is. Damn, now I have to call Sniper ..
Jason turns, walking off camera as it dies. White noise fills the screen ..
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-= XVI =-
[OOC: I know, not much .. but so far my opponent is no showing and I'm not wasting a top-notch RP on a no-show. If he roleplays, I got plenty more.]
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The high-pitched beeping of an alarm clock rings in your ears, getting under your skin the moment you hear it. You hear a groan, a muffling, and then the beeping stops. The scene fades in, and you now see dark green satin sheets rolled back with a white comforter thrown back on top of them. The walls around were pure white and the baseboards were painted a metallic gold. There was a window on the far wall that looked out to a sunny day.
He's there, sitting on the edge of his bed. He's wearing a pair of black silk boxer-shorts and nothing more. His hair is a bit messy and his eyes barely open. His mouth opens wide, letting out a deep sound that you decipher as a yawn. He runs his hand back through his hair, mixing the white in his bangs with the black in the rest of his head.
He stood up and walked groggily across the room to the mahogany dresser. He grabs his Samsung cell phone and flips it open, seeing he has no missed calls or messages. He lays the cell phone back down, pulling open the top drawer and extracting a pair of black jogging-pants. He pulls them on, the slowly walks over to the window.
He smiles as he looks out, the tree's below still with their colored leaves. They slowly shed from the branches as the slight breeze blows. Jason looks up into the sky, at the sun. He squints a little, but continues to smile.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Great show last night .. everything went according to plan ..
He scoffs, turning around and looking into the camera. He places each of his hands on either side of him, leaning on the window sill. The look on his face is now one of amusement, yet disgust. He looks as if he isn't surprised at what happened, but yet he wished it hadn't.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Yeah, right. I'm getting double teamed in a match because I'm new, yet I'm still holding my own. It looks good for me and, BOOM! .. some prick who thinks he's cool comes down and takes me out of the match. The sad thing is, he's just as new as I am apparently. Some guy backstage told me, but I still don't know his name. It makes no sense for him to want to attack me. I did nothing to him, I was simply trying to teach those "XVI Originals" that just because they were here first doesn't mean they're better.
Jason laughs a little to himself, thinking about the audacity of the so-called "Originals." In his mind, they were all the same. Well, besides him. He was better than all of them, but he could never say those words out loud. One-on-one, he was better .. but if the roster hates him, he may have a problem.
He licks his pink lips, moistening them. He shifts his weight a little, then continues talking.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
I mean .. Prozac nailed me in the back with a steel chair, and Justin pretended he saw nothing! He's afraid, the damned coward. He didn't call a disqualification because he didn't want me to win. If I won that match, he knew I'd just destroy him in a Championship match. And then, I'd be the XVI Universal Champion .. I'll get there one day, and soon too.
Thor .. The Elite Champion .. I dropped him too. TwoGuns, straight to the temple. Any more precise, and we'd be having his funeral on Underground Attitude this week. Along with my DTH, I'm pretty sure that Thor is going to have a headache for a while.
Jason laughs at his own comment. He didn't like Sah'ta, even before he was in XVI. When he was in the indies, he watched XVI and no matter who Thor was going against, Jason always cheered the other guy. If it was the devil himself (which Jason wouldn't doubt, seeing as the character that Thor was) he would have cheered him in comparison to "The Immortal" Sah'ta Thor.
Just then, his cell phone rang. He quickly got off the window sill and jumped over his bed. He sped toward the dresser and picked up the cell phone, flipping it open and putting it to his ear.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Hello?
Silence for a moment ..
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
Oh, hey Sniper. Calling to give me my match this week, I presume?
Another moment of silence ..
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
.. who's that?
Another pause while Jason listens to one of his bosses ..
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
THAT'S his name?! THAT'S the best that kid could come up with? Wow, that's sad. Anyways, alright. I'll see you later.
Jason flips the phone closed, laughing a little. He places the phone back on the dresser and leans on it the same way he was leaning on the window sill. He smiles again, looking back into the camera.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
So, the guy's name was The Ayster .. and now he's my opponent this week. It's a Pick Your Poison match .. which I never did understand the concept of. I'm going to beat him so I can decide what match I'm going to beat him in at Payback, XVI's December Pay Per View. Oh well, at least I'll get to kick his ass ..
Jason smiles, pushing himself up off the dresser. He looks around the room.
-= "The Shooting Star" Jason Morbid =-
I'm going to go do some research on this Asstar .. or whatever his name is. Damn, now I have to call Sniper ..
Jason turns, walking off camera as it dies. White noise fills the screen ..
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-= XVI =-
[OOC: I know, not much .. but so far my opponent is no showing and I'm not wasting a top-notch RP on a no-show. If he roleplays, I got plenty more.]
