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| Alex Ross | Jul 5 2008, 04:34 PM Post #1 |
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The Perfect 10
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When we last saw our hero, he was unimaginably out of his mind, whether some substance rendered that state can not be confirmed, however. As of late, he has been seen running in and out of bathrooms nervously. When he's not hiding away in a lavatory, he seems jittery, he sweats a lot. Some could argue it's because he's an Italian man and he has a lot of body hair, but we all see him week and and week out with his shirt off... The man waxes. He's on top of the world as far as status in the sVo, just defeating Psyko Stevo for the World Title, but it doesn't feel as high as Ross thought. He's miserable. He's at his climax point in his career and there is no longer any way to go up from it, it has to be all downhill, and that makes Alex Ross feel intimidated. He's always been motivated to work up and up and up. So what is a broken man to do when he can't appreciate his riches, his accomplishments, the women, the cars, the multimillion dollar suites? He looks for something new, something that he can use as an escape. Now we may not be able to prove onscreen that Alex Ross is abusing substances, but if you promise not to tell anyone, if we can keep it on the D-L... I'm going to key you into something that I think we all know. Alex Ross, 'The Perfect Ten', the World Champion... He's getting into some shit, something that no one should ever allow themselves to get into a cycle of, because frankly, the addiction can be deadly. If the substances he is putting into body, which I don't know what they are, don't kill him, the addiction to it will. Desperate men do desperate things in a time of need. But these are story developments for another day. Today is a day of outside actions, not innermost emotions and thoughs... And today, Alex Ross is looking pretty good. We open in Alex Ross' million-dollar suite, his semi-permanent housing in Las Vegas, Nevada. The lights are all flicked on and music is playing in the background. Alex Ross is a Doors fan, so naturally, that is what's playing. Around a corner pops Alex Ross, singing along while getting some food from the kitchen sector of the household. He fetches a bag of salt and vinegar chips and heads over to his favorite leather chair, where he sits down. Ross: Riiiiiiders on the stor-oooooooo-orm! RIIIIIIIDERS ON THE STOR-OOOO-ORM! As Ross pops his bag of greasy delight open, his cell phone rings. The call reads Restricted. Ross is unsure if he should answer it, but does. When he picks up, a voice is heard immediately speaking. Voice: Heyyyy- little brother, Nick-man. Ross: First off, holy shit. Second, watch the name. Third, what the hell are you up to? Voice: Nothing, just wanted to congratulate you on your big win. Ross: Yeah... Thanks. Voice: I'm so glad someone else finally took that boring fuck out, felt like there was some unfinished business. Ross: Well, no ones heard from you, what's going on? Voice: Just relaxing, enjoying the break. Ross: Yeah well I know things were getting hectic and shit, but I have a proposition for you. This is no pressure, no strings attached. I want you to come back, you don't have to do shit. I don't want any of that brother - brother shit, not that anyone would really know anyway, I want you to manage us. Voice: Who's us? And what does your idea of a manager do? Ross: Us is Talon and I. Talon's been out of my hair a little, though. He's sorta doing his own thing, but he'll be around. We may have another guy lined up, but he doesn't know it yet. Basically you just sit back and relax, show face once in awhile... And I've got some things I'm going to need assistance with, I'm lining up something big for a huge title reign. Voice: Hmmm... I don't really do that whole give someone else the spotlight thing. Ross: Who are you giving it to? I already have it. You're just tossing yourself under it with me, going along for the ride... and if you don't want to show up every week, fuck it, take the week off, you never have to worry about the pressure of being here and being efficient or anything. Voice: Hmmm... I'll think about it. Ross: Awesome. Okay, I'm gunna let you go, I have World Champion shit to do, you know how that goes. Voice: Ehhhh. Kay, bye. Ross hangs up and grins. They both knew there was nothing special to do as World Champion. It was the same as always offstage. You got a few more people approaching you in public, that was all. You had a title that you didn't get to carry home, everyone talks about you behind your back backstage, there wasn't a whole lot of bonuses to it... Other than the champion's bonus, which was nice for the wallet. Ross went back to his bag of chips. As he is about to taste one very delicious salt and vinegar chip with a huge air bubble on it, his phone rings again and Ross crushes the chip in his hand. Ross: GODDAMMIT. Ross takes his phone back out and it reads 'Talon'. He answers it. Ross: Hey. What's up. Talon: Heyyyy World Champ. Listen, I was just looking through my clips, people are talking shit. Ross: Yeah, I know, the same old inspired "Golly-Gee! Someday I'll win the World Title!" shit that they've been saying. Talon: This is a little different. It's Travis Williams, shit that hasn't been aired. Ross: Oh yeah, another touching father-son bonding story. If he tries anything, I'll do exactly what I did to Stevo. That Indian kid could probably pull of Trenton too. Talon: That's the thing... This guy is for real, he's unscripted. Just watch out for him, we don't have a lot of dirt on him, so.... Ross: Thanks for the heads-up. I'll watch out for that on Sunday during all of the roulette bullshit. Alright, I've got some important shit to do, but I appreciate it, man. Talon pauses before saying goodbye. He was in shock from Alex Ross' sign of gratitude. Finally they both hang up. Ross tucks his phone away again, going for the chips. This time, he gets to eat them like he had wanted. At this point he was really craving the salt and vinegar combination. He goes to town on them and we finally fade to black. |
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