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| NANU1115 | Mar 26 2010, 11:35 PM Post #1 |
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Killer White
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Las Vegas Division of Motor Vehicles- 2:12pm March 26th 2010![]() "I think it's quite comical!" says the teller at the Las Vegas Division of Motor Vehicles. "There is no way in hell i am going to give you a license looking like that." "Thats unamerican if you ask me." "Well guess what... I didn't ask you. And as of right now your breaking the law with your appearance sir." "And what law am i breaking?" "Sir, you are breaking an appearance law of Las Vegas." "...So you'd let some fag dressed like Elvis get a license, but you'll deny me.To me... Thats unamerican." ... "You have the audacity to say that's unamerican... I say that its Unlawful of me to give you a license with a name like that.look at you.You've got contacts in your eyes to make it seem like you dont have pupils... You've got blood on your shirt." ... "And you smell like shit too." "You are obviously a psychotic bastard ... and a bad one at that." "So you would know what a good psychotic bastard is... right?" "Sir, or Killer i should say... Im not going to argue with you anymore." "So I've taken the liberty in finding you a chauffer to your suggested destination." "And where is that?" LVPD-4:37pm March 26th 2010 ![]() A cell door shuts in the face of Killer White. Killer then walks towards the hard bench in the cell. And he plants himself into a seat next to a drunken clown. "So instead of harassing J-Walkers on the strip. He pulls a blue law out of his ass. Perfect. I always get stuck with the asshole receptionists behind the counter." "Do you gots whiskey pal?" The drunken clown asks him. Killer immediately slides down the bench and implies a 1-foot gap in between the drunken clown and himself. A few minutes later an old officer walks into the room and sits down in an office chair. He stares into the cell and sees 3 people. A Clown, a Bum, and Killer. "You know mister killer... You dont have to put on your wrestling gimmick everywhere, right?" The officer says with a western accent "But you dont understand. I was robbed of my... " "Spare me the sympathy." "Look i know you are a piece of the rising talent in the sVo." "And quite honestly, i dont think you know alot about the wrestling business." "..." "Believe it or not, i saw your promo on Sunday. And you have got to speak like a person... You sounded like you needed a thesaurus in your hand to make a promo. Be enthusiastic when you are on screen. Thats how stars get low-rate matches that last no longer than a pissbreak." "I want to refer you to an old fellow of mines that you should meet. And possibly train with." "But you have got to tell me your real name first." "Why should i tell this guy anything. How do i even know he's not lying." "How do i even know your not lying about this trainer of yours." "Because im willing to take you out of this jail cell if you comply." "Hows abat me aweficer? will you tayke me out this jayuhl ceyuhl? How about me officer? will you take me out of this jail cell?" the drunken clown murmurs "Ah shut up! This is your eighth time this week with your public intoxication! Shut up and go to sleep... Like i was saying. I like your story, your gimmick. Its wrestling material." "Is this guy fucking stupid?" "This isn't my gimmick..." looks at nametag "George!...This is my life. My real, Unabridged, full-length, complete, entire life George! This isn't wrestling material. Honestly, i wrestle to put dinner on my table. To put a roof over my head. Im not here to get anybody's votes. This job... is practically a cakewalk for me. Its basically an unemployment office to me. I go there, collect my check, and im on to the next one!" "How many times do i have to reiterate myself on a daily basis!" "Calm down! Be cool! Be peaceful!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Killer screams at the drunken clown. An awkward silence settles between Killer and the rest of the inmates. Killer then wipes the blood off of his shirt. After a half an hour, the Officer stands up and opens the cell door. he then moves out of the way, implying that Killer should just leave. "Are you..." "Serious as a heartbeat son." Killer stands up and walks past the officer and out of the jail cell. "There is a door past the hallway to the left, take the door and your out the back door." The officer adds. "Thank you..." "Don't thank me. You deserve all the freedom you can get. Just don't come to me when your in trouble." Killer then glances at the officer and looks down at the ground. He takes a deep breath and follows the officers directions towards the back door of the police station. Killer steps out into the windy city. Looks to the left and proceeds down the alleyway to a fading screen. Edited by NANU1115, Mar 26 2010, 11:36 PM.
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![]() You just stood there screaming, fearing no one was listening to you. They say the empty can rattles the most, The sound of your own voice must soothe you. -James Hetfield ["My Friend of Misery"] Killer White Theme Song: "Cybermind" by Artillery | |
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