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Last Name Macleod, Nickname Nike; Showdown RP #1
Topic Started: Jan 16 2008, 07:15 AM (64 Views)
Howard Thompson
sVo Wrestler
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The scene opens up to Hollywood, California which is just a couple states away from the famous Las Vegas, Nevada. Howie Banks is at home in California while he is taking a few days off to train and focus on his personal life before he heads over to Vegas to defend his sVo Hardcore Championship for the very first time as he takes on number one contender, Peter Gilmour. "Hollywood" Howie Banks is coming off a week of rest and looks to be fully rested and ready to give his opponent who he has never faced before in Peter Gilmour a chance to take away his newly won title belt.

Howie is sitting across his black leather sofa couch when he picks up a rather white colored phone that lies down across a brown wooden coffee table. As he puts it front of his face and sits there pondering something in his mind, he finally begins to dial a number. As he presses the buttons on the phone it makes a loud beeping noise. He calls an operator and begins to ask them for a certain number to a MacLeod resident that is female on Pearl Street. He finishes dialing the number as the phone begins to ring and he waits for someone to pick up and answer.

The question is though. Who exactly is he calling?

As it continues to ring another voice on the other line is heard. It sounds like a male's voice as they speak.

"Hello?"

Banks just immediately hangs up and puts the phone back down on the brown coffee table in front of him. As he does that he stares at the phone and almost looks confused. Something then comes to his mind as he moves his head upwards and shakes it. He picks the phone back up and to his left is a big phone book. He takes the phone book and opens it up. He now begins to flip pages and make his way to the Hollywood area. He searches for the letter M for some reason and now obviously an A as well. Followed by a C and then so forth until he finds what he thinks he is looking for. He finds the last name MacLeod and it looks as if there are more then one of them listed.

Five in fact.

He starts with the first one but quickly realizes that it was the number he just called. He takes a ball pointed pen out from his ear and crosses the number out. He then looks over the next four phone numbers quite carefully as he begins to try and remember what street he was jogging on. After a few seconds of pondering over it, he just begins to dial the next number. The buttons make the same beating noise as Howie Banks waits for a response while the phone begins to ring.

And finally... someone picks up.

"Hello?"

A voice is heard on the other end of the line as it is a female. "Hollywood" Howie Banks quickly begins to talk to the woman on the phone. Unsure of what this girl's voice sounded like from forgetting the day he met her, he plays along with her like he knows her or something.

"Hey there, good to hear your voice."

He waits, hoping it is who he's been searching for. The woman responds back to him in a confusing manner.

"Who is this?"

She pauses.

"How did you get my number?"

Howie shakes his head as he knows that it is not the same girl he is looking for.

He hangs up the phone.

"It's gotta be either this next one or the fifth one."

He nods.

He now begins to dial the fourth number he has found, hoping and praying in his mind that it is what he's been trying to find.

"Hello?"

Banks quickly thought for a second, knowing he's recognized that voice before. Wasting no more time he responds back or tries to at least.

"Hello!"

Nothing can be heard on the other line as it went all silent.

"So what's up?"

All of a sudden the phone begins to beep as he accidentally hung up on her from being so excited.

"Shit!"

He says to himself as his hands become sweaty while trying to dial the right number.

"Hello?"

Some guy answers instead as Banks hands slipping on the numbers of the phone he calls the wrong person.

"Sorry, wrong number."

He hangs up.

Banks places the phone down in front of him and then begins to calm himself down before counting to ten and then trying to call her again. This time he seems more calm but as he gets closer to dialing her full phone number again he begins to panic a bit.

"Calm down, Howie."

He dials the right number. She picks up again.

"I never knew you hung up on people who gave you their number."

Banks takes a deep breath, so glad she is back on the phone with him.

"Well, technically you just gave me your..."

Before he can say anymore he stops himself.

"Anyways... my bad, I apologize."

She continues to hear him out.

"My hand slipped and I accidentally hung up."

She laughs.

"That's alright, don't worry about it."

He wipes the sweat from his forehead as she continues to have a conversation with him.

"So do you like to talk on the phone?"

Fast to respond he says...

"I do, when I have the time that is. I'm sometimes busy. You know, training... wrestling... earning the big bucks."

He smirks although she cannot see it she is impressed with his passion for life.

"Sounds great. I sell Avon and collect Disability."

It all goes quiet for a few seconds until Howie replies back to her.

"Not too shabby. Do you enjoy doing Avon?"

She nods as she sits on a red love seat in her home on Pearl Street.

"It's fun. So I know you have a match against Peter Gilmour this week in sVo for your Hardcore title, so why are you spending all this time on the phone with me? When you should be focusing on retaining the gold?"

Totally changing the subject Howie is caught off guard that she knows about it. As if she is keeping track of him or something.

"How do you know that?"

He seems a bit paranoid and confused.

"A little thing called the Sanctioned Violence Organisation website."

His mouth opens wide as he let's out a "oh" sound.

"That's right. Very cool."

He pauses.

"Well, to be honest... No disrespect to Peter Gilmour but he's still got a lot to learn you know? He's this big man who wears a mask and has long hair that runs around talking like he's the greatest thing the world of professional wrestling has ever seen. When quite frankly, all I see is a man who is trying to convince himself that he is capable of becoming the sVo Hardcore Champion. For me though, I can't let him do it, I shall not let him take my belt away. Come Showdown, I teach Peter Gilmour what I'm all about. And why I'm the one who is the greatest thing to ever step foot in this sport we call pro wrestling."

He smiles as does she.

"That's a great attitude, anything more you want to talk about with him?"

She wonders if he has any more on his mind. It seems that way...

"Well, I could go on and on and on but what's the point? I'll let my actions speak for me in that ring and anywhere else he wants to fight. I didn't just beat Orlando Fox for this piece of strap to say I have a belt. I won this belt because it's time to clean up this dump of a division. Somebody needs to make a stand and that man's name is, well... Your talking to him right now. Me! The sVo Hardcore Championship needed a pretty face on it, it needed a new image. That image is yours truly, Howie Banks."

He smirks and then begins to nod his head as they begin to talk about some other major things.

"Sounds like you got it all figured out."

She seems quite impressed as Banks asks her a question.

"So, what's your name anyways?"

All of a sudden though, unfortunately, this MacLeod girls phone gets cut off, ending the conversation. We now here Banks scream aloud as he throws his phone to the wall.

"Damn it!"

The scene fades.
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