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Killer White
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---------------- "Opening Judgment" Monday, April 12th 2010, 3:29pm Las Vegas, Nevada Killer White, formerly known as Owen Jacobs, sitting in a room awaiting the manager of a local McDonald joint in downtown Vegas. Seated in a row of three chairs are three other soon to be employees. Two of them are White, and one token black man to prevent the NAACP from raiding this RP. One of the trio asks... "So whats with the face paint?" "..." The trio breaks out into silent laughs that echo throughout the room. "You know they might not hire you with that look on your face." Owen ignores them once more before the manager turns the silver knob on the door. It opens with a bit of chatter from the customers in the next room over. It gets silent as the door shuts. The short, husky manager opens with a statement... "So you three men have been selected for a maintenance job here at our establishment. Am i right?" One person nods with a serious look on his face. "As Manager of this service i would like to tell you three. Welcome to this establishment." The trio then smiles and shakes hands with each other. Owen breaks out into a soliloquy. "These assholes feel prideful in a job that requires nothing less of a diploma? pfft...You've got to be kidding me. I've done more manual labor in Washington State Penitentiary then in this shithole." Fixing his tie, the corpulent supervisor adds "My name is James Ellie, and i am the leader of the managerial services that McDonald's provides. Fellas, You begin tomorrow night at 9:00. An hour after the building closes..." One of the trio interrupts "But i thought you guys were open 24 hours?" "Do you know how to read?" Mr. Ellie says "The Drive Thru is open twenty-four hours a day. As i was saying, if you have any other obligations please state them now." Owen breaks out into another apostrophe... "What should i say. Oh i have a wrestling match this Sunday. Hell no, i will not break my disguise. Im lucky this guy hasn't noticed me on television yet. Let alone being apart of a janitorial service in McDonald's." "Umm, i have a..." i pause, thinking of an excuse to play hooky on my first day of work. "You have a...?" James says... "You know ayy uh... " "This is almost as hard as thinking of an excuse for jury duty. jeez.. oh ive got it!" "Im having severe bowel movement that sometimes causes me to have an erection lasting more than nine hours. And on Sunday i will have a surgery from 9:00 to 11:00." i state the time showdown lasts as my surgery duration. The three men look at me with surprising looks on their faces. I then state... "Like right now, im about to have a..." I rush out of the room, and eventually out of the establishment. I think to myself as dozens of people walk past the front doors of Mickey D's. "What was i thinking? i could never work for that place. its depressing to me that i have sunk that low from financial issues." "As silly as it may be. I have got to get back into advertising. I have to forget my past, and i have to dwell on my future." "My brain is suffers jet lag from time to time. And its because of my flashbacks." "Maybe this is a signal. I need to take a trip to Seattle." ----------------------------------------- "Randosity" Wednesday, April 18th 2010, 9:00am Some of these rich people who are smug and so full of themselves. They really think they can get off by flaunting their status in society. Fuck flaunting your riches, thats so obsolete. Pimping your social "stain" is the style nowadays. But its always comical to see world renowned artists in your presence. You know what's even funnier than seeing them. Recognizing your own reaction towards their close proximity after their departure. "Its Friggin Jerry Cantrell!" i say Jerry Cantrell- "Its some random guy with face paint." I stagger inside as a musical genius notices me over a crowd of nagging reporters with microphones and recorders. Owen- "Jerry! William! Im a big Chains fan! I have every album! Including Tripod!" Sean Kinney, The drummer, gives me a smirk that incites a laugh between the band. They enter the Visage hotel in downtown Seattle, leaving me alone on the sidewalk. And I think to myself, maybe I should just stay away from world renowned artists. I always manage to make a fool of myself. Owen- "Im pretty sure they aren't playing at this hour. Maybe I should go home." As I walk away, an noise, a reverberating noise echos throughout my mind. It takes a minute for this noise to register in my head. As this 3 second long process ends, I pause in my steps. Owen- "Whos singing?" "I... Can't... Remember." Owen- "I Cant Remember? What? That's not even in their lineup!" I completely forgot that they were having a greatest hits show here in Washington. But even still, that's strictly "facelift" material. And it's a dominant vocal song at that. Owen- "DuVall sounds amazing for a Staley replacement. Wait, wait, wait, what the hell did i just do?" "Did i just make myself sound like a groupie? I've got to be kidding myself here. I just stated my anger towards these rich people. And i "hypocrize" myself once more." "And yes, i did make up the word hypocrize" -------------------------------------------- "Im Ready" Sunday 18th 2010 4:24pm The screen transitions to Owen in a ring training for his match this Sunday. Trainer- "Yeah, thats it Killer! Hit the leg sweep and go for the sharpshooter!" I comply with the sharpshooter, and the guy begins to yell in agony as the ref asks him. Ref- "Do you submit?!" Guy- "No!" Owen- "Yes! Submit!" I tighten the hold as the man raises his hand. Ref- "I said! Do you submit?!" The guy taps about seven times before i let go of the hold. Clinching his knee, my trainer claps of my minor victory. And i think to myself in a mindful soliloquy. "I may have won this one, but what will happen come Sunday. As i face some random rich latina. Whos probably thinking the same thing." "Lets just hope story doesn't dominate the match as much as my signature sharpshooter does." Trainer- "Your in the zone right now! And i haven't been this proud of you since... since... NEVER!" Owen- "You really think i care about what you believe? I could give a rats ass about your input. But come this Sunday, i will be in the game zone. And don't you count me out of a win." Trainer- "Hey whats your deal?" Owen- "Oh nothing i was..." I have just said my first "killer" promo line. It sounds like im ready to be a wrestler. About time i become ready to kill the squared circle tonight. Owen- "Just talking to myself" Training- "Alright well, get your ass ready pronto. I'll see you at Twenty-One hundred hours!" |
![]() 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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