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| Howard Thompson | Dec 28 2007, 09:52 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Well seeing as how you didn't delete this post, I will add my rp in here now. Living easy, livin' free Season ticket, on a one - way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do Going down, party time My friends are gonna be there too BEEP ...... BEEP ...... I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell BEEP ...... BEEP ...... No stop signs, speedin' limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round Hey Satan! Paid my dues. Playin' in a rockin' band Hey Mama! Look at me I'm on my way to the promise land BEEP ...... BEEP ...... I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell Don't stop me! Iau! Iau! Yeah! The sound of an AC/DC alarm clock goes off in the mid morning hours of Saturday, December 29th, 2007 just two days from new years eve. Soon it would be a new year, known as 2008. What would happen in the new year coming soon? Or would their even be a new year? Who really knows, the only way to find out is to wait I guess. Inside the hotel room of "Hollywood" Howie Banks we see him getting dressed after turning off his alarm clock, getting out of bed, having a shower and standing in front of a mirror with a towel around his waist. He grabs a pair of AC/DC boxers that are brown with golden letters that say the band's name. Howie then puts them in and under the towel as he slips them on. He then drops the white towel but picks it up and puts it on a chair. Banks walks over to his suitcase on the rug and picks it up. He places it across his bed and opens the zipper to his pockets. He grabs a blue polo shirt with white stripes going horizontal as well as three buttons to connect each side of the shirt towards his neck and chest area. Howie also grabs a pair of pants that he puts on after the shirt, dressing himself backwards he finally grabs a pair of his white socks with Nike logo's on it. Banks then finishes getting dressed as he closes his suitcase and puts it under his bed. Howie now walks over to his door and slips on his shoes. He starts to walk back across the room to grab his cell phone when he picks it up he flips the phone over and decides to call someone. The cell phone begins to ring as he get's an answering machine. A voice can be heard aloud the room. "I'm not here right now, but please leave your name, number and a brief message about the call and I will get back to you, thank you and have a nice day." It was "Hollywood" Howie Banks doctor's office that he was about to leave a message at. This is the message given to Mr. Thompson. "Hi, it's Howie Banks calling in regards to what we discussed." He takes a very brief pause for a second. "I've given what you said to me a lot of that and I've decided that I'm going to stay put with the sVo and not take a breather or take vacation." He begins to explain why that is. "I think taking time off would be a big mistake, especially considering what I'm going through right now. I've got an important title match coming up that I need to win. Walking away and out on Psyko Stevo isn't right either, thanks for the advice but I've got a new idea I think you are going to like. Call me when you get this. Thanks!" Click The phone conversation ends as Howie left a message. As he finishes the message he flips his phone back off and puts it in his pants pocket. He then begins to walk towards the door as his cell phone begins to ring again. He takes it out from his pants pocket and answers it. "Hello?" He speaks aloud waiting for an answer now. "Waddup, Banks?" Howie smiles as he replies back to the man that called... Psyko Stevo. "Not much at all, just making some business meetings, getting ready for my match, you know..." He pauses, as Stevo speaks back to him. "I hear that. Same here man, this week's very important for us, especially you." Howie turns his body and looks to the mirror at himself as he pulls out a chair in front and sits down on it. "That's for sure. Orlando Fox has proven himself Stevo." "Yeah, but the guys he has beaten aren't that great you know. Besides, the guys he's beaten, you have beaten. Just think about it, he beat Spring Heeled Jack to become the sVo Hardcore Champion and that doesn't take much effort." Howie begins to chuckle a bit. "True enough. I won't think he's just a push over though, you taught me not to do that. It's best to be focused and this Sunday at Showdown I plan on becoming the NEW sVo Hardcore Champion and capturing gold for the very first time!" Stevo smiles on the other side of the line. "That's it, stay positive. Anyways man, I've got to go, but I wanted to call and wish you luck." Howie smiles. "Thanks, you too dude." The phone clicks and the conversation ends. Howie sits there in the chair looking at a mirror, looking at his own reflection of himself. He begins to think about his match up with Orlando Fox and then begins to speak aloud. "sVo Hardcore Champion... I love the sound of that." He smirks and then stands up from the chair. He pushes it back in and under a wooden desk as he walks towards the door to leave. He places his cell phone in his pocket and opens the door. He takes a step out and closes it behind him. Fade out. |
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