| Beers, Dears, and a Queer Named BBD!; RL RP | |
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| IM Hate | Apr 6 2010, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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Before we start this, the title has nothing to do with my rp as Dean did not mention me, and I wrote my shit last night! :-) ‘Man, I had no freaking idea!’ Ronnie states, looking across the table inside a Waffle House. ‘How come no one shares valuable information?’ Long’s look is that of expecting an answer. Across the table, a man in a business suit sits. He is scooping out the place, seemingly disgusted at the view. ‘Why in the hell did we come here Ronnie?’ The man says, checking his silverware to see if it is clean or not. Ronnie’s attention is broke, as he eyes the man. ‘David, if I ask you a question, you do not ask one back completely ignoring what I asked!’ The man drops his silverware, stunned at the words that were just spoken to him. ‘Damn Ronnie, a little touchy today I see! What information do you speak? This way, I can answer you without bullshitting you!’ Ronnie laughs, shaking his head at David. ‘You are my agent, and yet, you cannot keep track of my life? Why do I pay you David? Paige Johnson, no one ever told me she was married. Now I have some pissed off old dust bag wanting to take me out behind the woodshed and teach me a lesson or two. Why did you not know this information?’ Ronnie’s laughter stops, as he eyes David with a serious look glimmering in his ice blue eyes. ‘Whoa Ronnie! As far as I knew, she was a cheap slut that is passed around to all the boys. I guess the ol’ man finally got tired of everyone else getting a ride, so he shut the roller coaster!’ David smirks, nodding his head. ‘I agree, as far I knew David and by what everyone has told me in the locker room… She is used, abused, and sent back to her hotel room with a twenty stuffed in her G-string. Would have never guessed she was fucking married!’ The waitress walks up the two men, and has her pad ready. ‘What will you two have today?’ She eyes Ronnie, noticing David is not someone who would normally eat there. ‘Steak and cheese omelet, hash browns shattered, cooked light, medium oil, covered, and white toast with lots of butter!’ She jots down the order as David looks at Ronnie. ‘What in the hell did you just order, a fucking heart attack?’ Ronnie laughs, as the waitress eyes David. ‘Give me a piece of grilled chicken and a salad with Light Ranch dressing on the side!’ She jots down his order, as she calls it out to the cook at the grill. ‘Man, you insult what I order and you go and pull the bitch move! You ordered a freaking salad? Are you sure you are not hiding in the closest David?’ Ronnie laughs, as he grabs a Newport and lights it up. ‘Seriously, could you smoke some other time?’ David states, almost coughing at the smoke exiting off the cigarette. Ronnie takes a big drawl, and blows the smoke directly into David’s face. ‘How about, NO? You work for me, not the other way around dipshit! If I want to eat bad, drink heavy, and kill my lungs, encourage me! Otherwise, I am sure I can pay some other suit wearing homo to do that for me… Do we have an understanding David?’ David takes a deep breath, but nods. ‘So, what are you going to do about Johnny? He did not seem too happy at the pay per view, and I do not imagine that he has forgotten all about it!’ Ronnie raises his eyebrow at the remark. ‘Maybe he has! Think about it David, Johnny All-star is older than YOU! And that is freaking old! I know his memory has got to be fading!’ David shakes his head in disappointment. ‘Ronnie, no offense here man, but it is time you get serious about this. Johnny is not the forgetting type, nor is he going to let you slide on a harmless, MY BAD! You need a game plan!’ Ronnie takes a drawl off his cigarette and nods. ‘I know David, I was not born yesterday! Look at me; do I look like a man who scared of Johnny All-star? Hell, the man ready to hang up the old boots once again. He is not jump starting his retirement with a victory over me… Oh no, not even close! Johnny will find out first hand what type of an asshole I truly am. I’ll fuck his wife, smack the bitch afterwards, and spit in his face. AND THEN DARE HIM TO DO SOMETHING! This face cannot show concern David, stress makes winks and I am far too young for any of them!’ Ronnie snuffs out his cigarette, giving David a big smile. ‘Okay, I have to give you this one… Johnny is far from the likes of maybe Night or Tobias, but he is still a threat to whatever you may do until you handle this problem.’ Ronnie throws out his hand, in a motion of no, and shakes his head. ‘Let Johnny feel like getting mixed up in my match at Showdown David, I would love to ruin the main event! Hell, I say he comes out; gets his ass kicked and I take his spot. I go out there and defeat Night, and earn my ass a shot at his World Title! So let’s see who has the ACE up whose SLEEVE!’ David starts to rub his hand over his head fast, as if something is annoying him. ‘Speaking of Showdown, you are involved in a one night memorial tournament. You have five men in one match, and if you survive, you have one more to contend with to get the ten K. Can you do it?’ Ronnie pokes out his lip and squints it to the side. ‘Honestly David, I am not sure of that. It’s not like I have been wrestling for a year, or hell, even a month! I just got back into the game again. I spend my first week with a breeze of a match and the last two have been against Corporation idiots in matches that can end my career. I am beat up inside and out. I have bruises on parts of my body that I never seen black and blue before. I can act like the macho type and say it will be easy! However, I am banged up pretty good. Do not mistake it though David… I am not throwing in the towel before I ever enter that ring. If I must risk my body to maybe escape with a victory, I WILL. If I have to risk my career to ensure me a victory, I WILL! I’m a devil dog, and we do not stop fighting until we stop breathing!’ David finally smiles for the first time since the two sat down. ‘Now that is what I call inspiration Ronnie!’ Ronnie shakes his head no. ‘You call it inspiration, some call it ignorance… I call it my way of life David. You can either die on your feet or live on your knees. My name is not Paige Johnson, so I’ll take my chances on my feet!’ David laughs, shaking his head. ‘Smooth Ronnie, piss off Johnny some more! You have this tournament to worry about, a title match coming up, and him. Do you really need to have some crazed husband stalking your ass?’ Ronnie shrugs his shoulders. ‘Could be a lot worse David! He could be a gun carrying pissed off husband who caught his wife blowing me. Now that would be BAD!’ Ronnie laughs, hardly able to finish his sentence. ‘That would just be stupid. Please tell me you are done hitting on that ring rat!’ Ronnie shakes his head. ‘Do you think Johnny made me change my mind? He presented me with a challenge, a roadblock sort of. Sure, I could take a detour and just go around him to prevent an issue, but what fun would that be? I would rather take the risk, and see if his bite is worst than his bark. A married bitch is always better in bed. I mean, they do get sick and tired of their boring ass husband, so fresh meat is always a means to unleash the enter freak!’ ‘Your goal is to piss him off, isn’t it Ronnie?’ He nods, smiling the whole time. ‘You do not come up to a man and tell him what to do. You can ask, and hope he respects you enough to hear you out. When you demand, you lose all respect. Maybe at Showdown, Johnny can sit ringside during my match and take notes and take notice. You cannot bully me into doing what you want me to do. The man who gave a fuck died in Iraq four years ago David, and I do not believe in reincarnation! He can just hope those four men and one bitch is able to put me on the shelf for awhile. So he can take his ball and go home with a little pride left in his ego tank. Otherwise, I take a broken man, and break him beyond repair. I hope Paige can deal with a drunk, because that is the only way he can forget about the day he crossed Ronald Long!’ David looks at Ronnie with a strange look on his face. ‘WHAT? Quit fucking staring at me like that!’ Ronnie states with a disturbed look on his face. ‘I just never heard you call yourself Ronald, it’s very weird!’ Ronnie laughs at him. ‘Well it is my name! When making a proper statement, you should use proper names. Now, what are the odds on me winning this tournament David? And don’t lie to me, or I will make you go out with our toothless waitress!’ David gives off a fake laugh, as he looks at the waitress and shivers. ‘Mata defeated you already Ronnie, and Paradine and Devereux are two of the toughest men in this tournament. You’ll need to stay grounded, and survive the rumble and hope like hell the second rumble is longer than yours. That way, the winner of it will be tired and worn out. A weak opponent is easy prey! Stay away from Nathan and Tobias unless you see a chance to get rid of them or it is down to you three. They are not unstoppable, but neither is a cement wall. It just takes a lot to get through it!’ Ronnie nods, agreeing with his agent. ‘I hear you on that one! So I should lay low, and strike when I see a chance? Stay fresh and injury free, and go into the finals hoping my opponent has had one hell of a night?’ David gives him a thumbs up. ‘Should be easy enough David, now what happens if all five focus on me at first?’ David’s eyes grow big. ‘Hmm… Stick and move fast as hell, and hope you can discourage them in going after you further. Otherwise, jump over the top rope and hit the showers early. Ten thousand is a lot of money, but not enough to risk anything over. One night in Vegas you can easily make ten times that, or lose it, depending on your luck! However, you have less than a one in six chance of winning the rumble and after that… You have a fifty fifty chance!’ Ronnie rubs his little patch of facial hair under his lip. ‘True, could be one tricky ordeal. I guess getting on the top rope or flying around the ring is a bad idea!’ David nods… ‘My legs are longer than my arms, so more ground kicks will keep my opponents away. I think I can do this!’ The waitress returns to the table with their food. She sits down Long’s first, exactly the way he expected it. He grabs the salt and dashes it overall. She puts down the salad and grill chicken as David looks at and then up at Ronnie. ‘Dude, this salad looks three days old and the chicken looks like it was cooked dried! Couldn’t we go somewhere else?’ Ronnie is about to take a bite of his hash browns as he looks at David. ‘Just shut up and eat the damn food. If you would have not went all metrosexual on me and ordered a salad, you would not be in this position. So you reap what you sow!’ |
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