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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 6 2011, 04:43 AM (168 Views) | |
| Gwauped Up | Jan 6 2011, 04:43 AM Post #1 |
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Today Colt woke up around four o'clock this the morning and poured himself a couple of drinks. He could hardly sleep from discerning about One Shot. It was not what he had had in mind. He was suppose to be the one walking out as the number 1 contender to Jay Wildman's World Title. Especially when he came out dead last. Dean, Rider, and Amos were exhausted, but still he didn't prevail over them. It's hard to sleep when it goes down like that. With what occurred Colt should feel embarrassed that he didn't win. He was the best competitor in the match. Now everyone will look at him and will be laughing in the back of their minds. But in the back of their minds they should know that Colt's the best product the sVo has ever manufactured. A loss like One Shot really is no biggie, because he will be a numerous time World Champion. For now it's all about holding on to his International title, and living up to the longest reign with it. 2011 should be a blast. "What activity should I do first?" Last week Colt talked with the priest of The Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in a confession to rid himself of his delinquents. During the confession the priest told him to do some activities outside of the sVo on the daily basis. Which is why this questioned has popped up. He's at the local park where people have gathered here today to see a local band perform. Not sure why though. The weather is below warmy conditions, and it's muddy from the rain that poured earlier. On top of that the snow is suppose to make a return. Being a former rocker myself, this isn't where you want to conduct a show. Hell, this isn't where I should be at the time, but with a mansion to myself it gives comfort to actually see someone. Even though they could never live up to my standards. Just sitting there looking at the happy people and couples it began to hit me. I'm all alone. Clive whose suppose to be my manager is never around anymore. Just a couple phone calls here and there. His daughter Clarissa is always doing something that it's hard to get a hold of her. Matt Anderson just wants me to be a hitman and take down anybody he doesn't approve of. My parents don't even keep in touch. My siblings don't either. The other members of Brains and Brawns are long gone. They disguised me when I left the group, and now Clara is too. I have nothing but a championship belt and a award. Sure Clarissa's around for the shows or whatnot, but whose with me outside of wrestling? Nobody. So as I reflected on that I began to deliberate on what would be my activity for today. Let's see. I'm a lonely guy with about 3 million dollars to myself. I have a mansion that I'm living in by myself. I have 4 cars that I drive by myself. Damn, I should just do everything by myself. But, then theirs the one thing I haven't had in five months. Five long and dreary months. I began to live with it because I was in love, but now I'm a free agent out on the market, and what I need is....drum roll please....some vajay jay. I've been hit again and now I know what I'm going to do. No, I'm not going to a strip club to find some vagina their. Then I would look like that's my last resort, ala Samuel Amos, but what I was going to do would be swift. Standing up from the bench with a smirk perched on my lips. I zip up my hoody and place the hood on my head. My car was parked just a few steps away so it took me no time to get to it. Hopping inside I crank up and blast Brains and Brawns first cd to the highest volume. I pull out and begin my way to my mansion where I would put on something casual to go speed dating. A few hours later DING "Fuck." As soon as my foot step inside the facility speed dating was being held at the conductor ringed for a new set of men and women to rotate. Their was a chair that was a finger tip away from me, but there was a guy who stood about 6'5 and wore about 258 pounds keeping me out of it. He beat me to the punch, but I was here for a purpose, and I was going to leave knowing that I was going to solve that purpose. Instantly I push him out of the chair smiling at the brunette with tangy red hair. "Not fair dude." he shrieks while slowly getting up. His eyes pop out wide when he realizes who I am. "Holy nut sacks. It's Colt Cooper!!!" Every eye was motioned on me. "You can have the seat man. You're fucking awesome." he runs out of the facility yelling all the way down the street. "I got pushed by Colt Cooper." Am I that great? "Well, let's get this thing rolling." The conductor pronounces ringing the bell for the dating to begin. I snort as I'm looking at the red head. She hasn't cracked a smile, only a luring smirk that can reel any god living man in. "So what's your name beautiful?" Seemed she can't stop trying to persuade me with her cherry lipstick so I spoke to spark up some sort of conversation. "I'm.." my face squeals from her screw like teeth. No wonder she wasn't trying to mention anything. "Nevermind." I say and begin to look around at the other women speed dating. "Can't this thing hurry up.?" After I stated that the bell ringed and I was the first person to my feet. "Move broskie." a guy didn't want to rotate, and I could see why. The brunette with hazel eyes he was talking to was gorgeous. He sucks his teeth and lets out a sigh before moving into the seat I was so ready to get out of. "Hey." she was quick to say putting her hand out for a shake. "I'm Jennifer." I kiss her on the hand and she just smiles. "As you heard....I'm Colt...Colt Cooper." I said with a bit of confidence in my voice. It felt like a moment where James Bond would meet a new chick and acknowledge who he is to her. "I know who you are." she responds looking at me square in the eyes. "I'm a bit surprised to see a man as rich as you speed dating. What? You're just looking for a quickie?" she places her finger in her mouth and begins to slowly rotate her tongue around it. I look over to the guy who was sitting here before me, and his eyes were already placed on me. His face boiling red, as he murmured "See...that's what I want." I shake my head at both of them and sit back waiting for another bell. When Jennifer realized I wasn't paying her any attention she turns over to the guy who was really relishing her. He now places his finger in his mouth and slowly moves his tongue around it. "You two are gross." The bell rings yet again and I haven't found anyone suitable for Jimster. I slowly make my way to the next table not really thinking my problem is going to have it's resolution. Until, I look further down the aisle and theirs this girl whose basically my type. She's almost the prototypical Lucy Johnson. Blonde Hair...mascara for her eyes. Lean, short, and just beaming with a dazzling smile. "She's the one." Not taking my seat In my right position I skip over every chair just to get to her. A guy was holding his hand out for her to extend hers but I take his seat with my Star Studded smirk engulfed on my face grabbing her hand as she extended to the dufus behind me. Without a word he scampers off pouting as he went to the seat I was suppose to be in. "You just skipped like eight different girls. Why is that?" I burst out in laughter. "I saw you." she blushes, but almost out of her pants. From the movements she's making I already knew what this would be like. EASY. "Oh really?" my head begins to nod back and forth rapidly. "Really. Look at you...you're beautiful...." "She really is." a hand clenches on to my shoulder causing some pain as the hand clenched on tighter. From the sounds of it it is a guy, but now that I turn around to see the figure it's a huge guy. "Get your hands off him Cody." I try and stand but his force was forcing me to stay put. "Look dude, all I wanted was some vajay jay." he grunts lifting me up from the chair onto my feet. "Damn, you ever thought about being a wrestler?" he lifts me up over his head and tosses me into the wall like it was nothing. "What you doing here Porsha?" he roars while inflicting the table with his panda size fist. "I told you it was over...and it is." Porsha stands from her chair to come to my aid. She lifts me up and brushes me off where dust had got on my clothes. "Come on Colt." she grabs me by the hand and together we make our way out of the speed dating facility. "Sorry about what happened. That was my ex boyfriend." she exclaims while we walk to her car. "That was your boyfriend? Damn, you must be very kind hearted. Dude looks like Matt Anderson." she giggles even though she doesn't know who Matt Anderson is. "You still want some vajay jay?" she says abruptly. I'm a bit puzzled as she would just blurt that out like that. "Really?" "It's the least I could do." she says with a smile on her face. "I'm fine. I can find some another time. Thanks though." I turn around to make my way to my car but she grabs my hand forcing me to turn back to her. "No...come on." she presses the unlock button on her car and it makes a buzzing sound. She opens up the back door and hops inside leaving the door open for me. "Activity one is in the books." I look over my shoulder and wink before getting inside the car. So this week I have Mr. Second To None Cody Williams. The guy who gets a concussion from getting hit by a chair, and taking a fall from the ring. Ok, wow, why is he even wrestling if things like a chair shot, and a fall from the ring concuss him? Then in the headline was Top sVo star....now that was funny as hell. You're not a top star boy. You know Cody, when you returned I was wondering why you were TRYING to make a whole ordeal out of it, because really you haven't been impressive at all. I haven't seen that Cody that everyone wanted to see touch a ring again. All I've seen is a has been. Yes, has been. While you were away guys have risen up the ranks, and as you see I've risen up them quite good. I've got myself something that you held in this International title, and guess what my reign has already been longer than the month and a couple days span you had with it. See it's like this Cody. This year everyone of these old faces that's still around Colt Cooper is looking to take them out. It seems that you've been the first on the list. Poor Cody, I'll try and make it less more of a burden on your shoulder that you lost to the pinnacle of sVo. The whole Reflection of Perfection thing get rid of it. You're not in any way or form perfect. You're a washed up waste of sperm Mr. Williams. I know you'll TRY and make this match as hard as possible, but the results will be you getting pinned by the Diamond in the Ruff. Be sure to not have Sasha and little Cody watching this week on Showdown. It'll hurt them just as much as it's hurting me to know that I have to be mid-card because my opponent is a fucking lameo. I'm a main eventer, and maybe if I didn't have to face you I would be their this week taking on Jay Wildman. But I'm not. I'm stuck with your pathetic ass. I WILL claim a victory. I WILL make light work of you. I WILL be World Champ by the end of the year. But YOU WILL bow to me Cody...I'm making you my bitch, my female dog as Karma Jones 'was' to you. Edited by Gwauped Up, Jan 6 2011, 07:00 PM.
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