| Where Is My Money?; RP 2 | |
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| Fiasco | Jun 26 2008, 03:13 AM Post #1 |
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Countdown to Violence is fast approaching and Julian Fiasco is starting to get anxious. He knows that Sunday night will be his night to make a name for himself in the Sanctioned Violence Organization. He has been waiting his time to get to the pinnacle of wrestling and he knows this Sunday can begin his ascent. There is a problem that could stand in his way. His former childhood best friend and fellow soldier in the Fiasco Family mob, Bobino, has given Julian an ultimatum of either getting Bobino the money or pay the consequences. But what money is he talking about? Two Days Later…. The scene opens with Julian walking in his hotel room with a six-pack of Icehouse beer. His jumpsuit is still soaked in sweat from the two-mile jog Julian ran before he went to get the beer. He places the beer down next to the empty briefcase that Bobino dropped off two days earlier and plopped down on the couch. Before he pops open his first beer he checks the bandage on top of his that is covering the gash he received from the briefcase. Julian reaches for a beer and opens it without taking his eyes off of the briefcase. His eyes stay fixed on it as he takes a long drink from the bottle and lets out a sigh of satisfaction from the refreshing taste. Fiasco: Somebody has to be setting me up! I don’t know what money that fucking lunatic is talking about. I don’t owe him shit! Julian sits back against the couch and takes a couple large gulps before belching. He turns on the television, but turns it off seconds later as his mind is still cluttered with the briefcase issue. Fiasco: I don’t need this distraction right now! I got a big match coming up in a few days and instead of worrying about that I have to figure out how to get out of this shit! This guy is supposed to be my best friend! This doesn’t make any fucking sense to me! He slams down the empty beer bottle and grabs a second one. His first drink of the second one is interrupted by a knock at the door. Julian knows who it is and starts to brace himself for what lies ahead. He gets up from the couch walks over to the door and opens. Sure enough Bobino and his two comrades were standing at the door. Julian walks back over to the couch with the three men right behind him. Bobino: Julian it is nice to see you my friend. Fiasco: Shut the fuck up! I really have nothing to say to you. Bobino: Being in prison has changed you for the worse Julian. You should do some soul searching. Julian wastes no time going back to drinking his second beer as one of the guys with Bobino grabs the empty briefcase. Bobino’s grits his teeth and his face begins to turn red. Bobino: Why is the briefcase empty Julian? Fiasco: I told you when you dropped it off that I don’t owe you shit and I didn’t know why you were bothering me about it. Bobino: You know you are a really good liar. You should become a politician when your wrestling career is over…..which won’t be too long. Fiasco: Nice joke smartass. You’re just made that you could never measure up to be a real man like me. Bobino takes this insult so personal that he bends down and flips the coffee table over causing the remaining beer bottles to bust all over the floor. Fiasco: Now what did you do that for Einstein? You wasted perfectly good beer. Bobino: Julian I’m not here to play games with you! I came to get my money and leave, but you want to play games. I’m not in the mood! Fiasco: I told you I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull? Bobino has had enough and he pounces on top of Julian. The two men begin to throw punches at each other until the two men pull Bobino off. He straightens up his clothes and licks the blood up that was running down the corner of his mouth. Fiasco: See what happens when you mess with a real man you bitch! Bobino: I don’t have the time for this! I am going to give you one more chance to get me my money and I promise you that if you don’t have it this time then there will be hell to pay. Fiasco: We will see…. The man with the briefcase drops it on the floor and the three men walk out of the room leaving Julian staring at his wasted beer on the carpet. Fiasco: I told that little bitch that I didn’t know what he was talking about. Now he wasted my fucking beer for no damn reason!……He just pissed me off….Zero and Gilmour better be ready for an ass beating because I got some steam to let off. Julian grabs his keys and leaves the his hotel room to go get another six pack. Julian was able to get Bobino off his back for a couple of more days. Will this give him enough time to focus on his match at Countdown to Violence? Knowing how Julian Fiasco is, nothing will come in between him and winning this Sunday. Zero……Peter Gilmour……be ready!! |
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