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Pie? Look over the dessert menu; Showdown rp 2 of 2
Topic Started: Jul 20 2008, 10:33 PM (235 Views)
TJ Raven
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//Open scene on a blinding white light filtering in through a closing double door. When the door has closed and returned the room to it's normal dim aura we are confronted by TJ Raven standing just inside the doorway. A look of bewilderment over his face as he stares, unblinking, at the floor beside him. A couple of middle-aged men from the bar gawk in the same general direction that TJ is looking. and finally a couple of working girls giggle at the spectacle that has befallen their little brothel.

Finally panning down to see exactly what is so interesting on the floor to have the entire bar's attention we see Steven Steele, passed out in a heap just inside the entryway. TJ feeling the eyes burning a hole right through both himself & Steele, reaches down, slings Steele's left arm over his shoulder and carries him over to a booth.

Slumping Steele into the bench seat opposite the wall, so Steele won't have to suffer the stares in an unconscious state, Steele is tucked up t the wall so he's leaning partially on the seatback of the padded benchseat and partially against the crimson color plaster of the wall.

Looking at Steele TJ just kinda smirks at the innocent scene before him. His tag team partner for the week is passed out stone cold asleep, a true picture of innocence. But beyond and all around, the stories of sin are being played out.

With a shrug of his shoulders TJ departs for a quick second to hand the female bartender his credit card, asking her to open a tab for him, and orders a draft Coors Light & a Shirley Temple.

Strolling back to the booth that Steele is now occupying TJ set the Shirley Temple down on Steele's side of the table and slides the Coors Light to the opposite side.

Cramming himself into the tight fit into the booth opposite Steele, TJ finally settles in. Back against the wall, feet kicked up on the bench, and an arm on the table, tracing around the rim of his glass.

Finally situated TJ begins to speak\\


TJ: You fainted? For fuck's sake you fainted! If I'd known this was how you were gonna react to the place I'd have chose somewhere a little more tame. Less literal in that interpretation of a sex symbol. Christ, do you have anything to say for yourself?

//TJ glares across the table, clearly annoyed at the events that unfolded in opening moments of this scenario

Steele remains totally unconscious, having no movement from the original position of his body when TJ laid him down\\


TJ: Hmm. Silence is your game huh? Ya know last time you asked me if we should take a page out of the Sex Symbols playbook and not mention them. In fact, I even bet you they wouldn't say a word about us whenever they finally decided to open their mouths.

Guess what happened?


//TJ waits as if actually expecting an answer\\

TJ: Okay, I can see you're stumped so I'll just go ahead and let the cat out of the bag. Not a peep about us. Neither one of us got even so much as a name drop. Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Insert whatever word you want that means nothing, that's how much we were mentioned.

Now I sit here, and I see you doing the same thing. You're not mentioning the match, you're not mentioning the Symbols, nothing. It's actually kind of aggravating.

But let me tell you where my BIGGEST problem lies at. With the Sex Symbols themselves. Ya know, I understand that they may have issues in their lives. Hell they may have so many issues that they've become full-blown subscriptions, and incorporating that when they address a match is a good idea. In fact, I'd call that a formula to a winning promo. Well in my opinion anyway. But when I sit down and look to see if either of them has somehow managed to open their cocksucker about the match I'm always disappointed. You got the one spouting off about how he wants to be there for his friend, while the other one questions if he really does putt from the rough. It's all bullshit. Their career is bullshit. The fact that they have a place on the roster is bullshit, and another thing, they're lucky I don't have enough stroke in this company or they'd have been given their walking papers weeks ago.


//Steele still remains unmoved from earlier. TJ a bit annoyed at Steele's lack of stimulus grabs a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Lighting the fresh cancer stick at his lips TJ seems to calm a little as a cloak of smoke creeps from behind his teeth and out of his mouth.

Steele still remains unmoved. Shaking his head at Steele TJ sips at his beer before continuing on\\


TJ: Think about it. They could choose any venue they wanted to air their dirty laundry. YouTube allows people to upload their own videos. Set up a camcorder and go to town with this whole 'Might be gay' crap. MySpace allows user videos too. Again, get the camcorder out and have a grand old time with possible gay story. It could become an internet viral video phenomenon. Blogster. LiveJournal, or again MySpace. All allow people to post their thoughts in written form. All perfectly fine solutions to the Sex Symbols being allowed to get their name out there, but when I as the opponent come to see if I have been mentioned in a matchup for this week and don't even see a mention of myself, the match, or even the federation in some cases I take that as a direct slap in the face. Quick little mental note for those who may be watching, and I'll bet ya $100 the Sex Symbols don't even bother to watch what I, or any of the other opponents say or have said about them in the past, but quick note. Do NOT slap me in the face and expect me to turn the other cheek bout it. It's respect if nothing else. I have the decency to mention you. I don't think it's out of line or an ego trip for me to expect you to acknowledge that I do exist and that I may be a threat to your continuation of a happy healthy lifestyle.

//Draining the remainder of his beer in one continuous gulp TJ lowers the glass with a bit of a bang startling those seated at the bar, even making the bartender flinch. Annoyance is written all over his face at this point while Steele naps not more than 2 feet from him\\

TJ: Does this mean that Showdown will be a cakewalk? Of course not. I'll give the Symbols some credit. They have racked up a string of wins to their names. They carry sVo gold around their waists, but neither one of them has the first clue what it means to be a wrestler.

Think about this. Let's suppose you turn on your TV on a Monday night. We'll say the USA network somewhere between the hours of 9PM & 11PM. Now you see this guy on TV, dressed in wrestling gear and he says he's Jewish but he has German Shepherd who looks at him funny. Like the dog is remembering the 'old days.' Doesn't make a whole lot of sense does it? Probably not something you'd continue to watch is it? In my case, no. Now let's say you're in the exact same scenario, but now the guy is talking about competing and winning and the physicality of the whole situation. He is acknowledging an opponent. He's giving you the pros & cons of an possible match up against said opponent. Peaks your interest a little more than him telling you about his German Shepherd doesn't it? Makes sense to me anyway.

So what will the outcome be to ShowDown? Simple really, the Sex Symbols may be good at their little movie making. Their little films about the emotional strain of whatever it is they talk about may have a small audience, but neither one has the first clue what it means to be a wrestler, and thus far no one has been willing to teach them. Well consider this a crash course when I take them both from beginner to advanced in a matter of minutes. They're not beating me. If he manages to wake up...


//TJ points at Steele\\

TJ: they're not beating him. These two may impress a couple people here and there with their style of competition, but I see it as a nuisance. A cancer, and this is one cancer that must be taken care of now before it becomes the norm here in the sVo.

Sorry boys, bring your best but you're not beating us. Give it all you got, you're not beating us. Tell me about the genital herpes scare you had at the doctor's office, you're not beating us. Tell me how I have a phobia against your breed of promo makers, you're not beating us. Bottom line. You are NOT beating us. See ya at Showdown.


//TJ leans back into a more relaxed posture than before as we fade to black\\
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