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| Reaper3142 | Feb 13 2011, 08:10 AM Post #1 |
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Our scene opens in the hotel suite apartment shared by Beautiful Bobby Dean and the man known simply as Reaper. Reaper has just got back from his latest attempt to capture the svo Tapout championship. He had managed to pick the lock of Sara the smurfheaded bitch's room in the goodfellas casino and let himself in. He attempted to choke her her out with a hairdryer cord. Although he left without the title and mostly blind thanks to pepper spray he did get to see her in panties and an oversized tshirt. So it wasn't a complete lost. Reaper walks through the doorway grumbling, his one good eye red as all hell. Reaper looks at the computer on the table and though about blogging about his match. He normally did each week, but this week he had to face Crippler. Nothing against the fellow but Crippler was the sorriest excuse of a wrestler he could imagine having to defend his newly won Las Vegas championship against. It was a complete waste of his time. Although he still needed to do it. Reaper looked around not seeing BBD anywhere which was good. After their last meeting and Reaper's apparent freakout about his belief that Beautiful Bobby Dean was a homosexual. After BBD had assisted in Reaper's attaining the Las Vegas Championship the two settled the misunderstanding. Reaper still thought BBD was queer as a three dollar bill, just now he didn't think Bobby wanted him. That made it different. Reaper wasn't a bigot or anything, he just felt uncomfortable being hit on by a grown man. He looked around and sighed a little feeling sort of bored but yet restless. Reaper decided to waste the rest of the night drinking away his pain and failure, dished to him by a girl of all things. He had decided to go down to the bar to have a couple of drinks before getting online and doing his usual blog. He'd even starting "tweeting" after winning the Las Vegas Championship. Evidently all the champions were doing it. He didn't really know the point of it, but then again he didn't get the point of blogging. Although it seemed to somehow improve his repore with fans. They enjoyed getting to know their Hardcore Lord a little more personal. Whatever led to him getting a better check. Reaper grabbed a clean shirt out of his closet space and took off his dirty tee shirt. He put on the dress black button down and headed out the door. Going down to the bar in the hotel aspect of the goodfella's casino was a quick way to get some booze. Reaper ended up sitting around ordering a few rounds. After two jack and cokes and a couple beam and sprites he figured he'd killed enough time. If he didn't get serious and buckle down and do some work then he'd end up losing the interest of the people. Losting their interest meant merchandising would be down and so would his money. That was valuable drinking money and we couldn't have it going away. Reaper went outside to have a smoke before going back to the room. While outside he thought about how he had managed to pick up the win from Nathan Paradine at Destiny. It amused him how he was now the Las Vegas champion, king of sin city. Which sort of fit him given his normal love of all things sinful. It was deffinately something he'd be okay representing. He should of aimed for that title alot sooner, maybe he'd been champion before now. Although he did sort of view it as a low card belt. Something they gave new people to get the ball rolling behind them pretty much. I mean he wasn't going to turn it away but at the same time Reaper felt like he deserved to be higher up on the card than the low Las Vegas division. Reaper finished his smoke and head back up the stairs towards his room. As he opened up the door he saw Beautiful Bobby Dean laying on the floor looking like he'd just ate and fingered a smurf to death. He was groaning and moaning like he was dying or having some sort of sexual relations. Reap looked down at Bobby and just shook his head while crossing his arms. "You are pathetic!" Reaper glared down at him. Bobby struggled to speak before finally getting out a "Don't judge me" which just caused Reaper to shake his head again and step over him to head towards the computer chair. Bobby groaned something about not feeling good which Reaper didn't seem to give a damn about. Reaper snarled a little to himself before speaking again. "Probably from all that cum you ate, you sick bastage!" The thought of which caused Reaper's stomach to turn, maybe he shouldn't be here right now. Bobby had the natural instinct to make one feel sick, let alone when bobby's eating smurf cum. Reaper logged into his twitter account real quick and sent a quick shout out to his fans. Informing them he was going out drinking and for them to join. Reaper then couldn't stand being around the smurfophile known as Bobby Dean and got up and headed out the door slamming it behind him. Reaper would leave the casino and hotel and head towards a hole in the wall bar he enjoyed a few blocks down. He liked it as it was sort of like a pool hall and he could really just disappear in a corner somewhere. Reaper had made himself rather comfortable in his usual booth and had enough time to order a pitcher of beer. He was thinking about maybing hustling up a game of pool when suddenly his pocket started buzzing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He had forgot he set it up so when certain people posted on his twitter he'd get cellphone notification. Of course the first one he set up for was Beautiful Bobby Dean, he had to keep up with that bastage somehow to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Of course stupid and BBD went hand in hand but there was a certain level in which Reaper had to draw the line. Reaper's face started to turn red as he looked and saw a message on the board. BeautifulsVo Bobby Dean @Reapsvo You sure are you one eyed moody bastard! And if you try hard enough you can be BBD's 1.5 biggest fan! Reaper looked and saw a few more but what really pissed him off is he started to see where "Reaper" had been posting about how great Beautiful Bobby Dean is. Now Reaper isn't the most tech savy person in the world but still he's not an idiot. He knows he sure as hell aint going to type that. So that means someone's on his screen name and given the nature of the messages. There was only one person that'd it be. So Reaper sent back a message over his phone. Reapsvo sVo Las Vegas Champ @BeautifulsVo You sorry sack of shyt get off my twitter before I come back and kick your ass! Reaper waited a moment, it was an idle threat he had a whole pitcher of beer coming. Although Bobby didn't know that and knowing that cowardly bastage he'd shit himself just seeing it. A couple seconds go by and Reaper sees another message pop up on the board. Reapsvo sVo Las Vegas Champ @Reapsvo What are you talking about? I'm not on your twitter Reaper actually laughed at this point. Bobby Dean is a fucking idiot he said to himself. That fucker really just got confused on who's account he's on. Bobby was more busted than a pedophile on Dateline hearing "My name's Chris Hansen." Reaper typed up another quick message sending it back to Bobby. Reapsvo sVo Las Vegas Champ @BeautifulsVo Dumbass you said that one on my name! Bobby tried to deny it but it was too late he was busted. Reaper just shook his head and turned the phone off. He'd kick Bobby's ass later. Although he had to admit it was sort of funny. He'd have to see if he could hack Ethan Rider's twitter. Rider had been bugging him here and there on the land of tweets. He wont really sure why, but he figured if nothing else it was because Rider didn't like being champion and wanted Reaper to come take it away from him. Reaper's pitcher of beer showed up just in time as Reaper didn't bother with the cups brought and just took a swig out of the pitcher. Reaper pulled out a cigarette and went looking for some poor bastard to hustle out of some money at pool. Reaper would end up spending most the night at the hole in the wall. He made about a hundred dollars hustling pool which was just enough to pay for the pitchers of beer and shots and damages that came with a night of hard drinking for Reaper. The next morning he ended up sleeping in a bit but was woke up to the sound of Beautiful Bobby Dean screaming in the shower. At least that's what it sounded like but I think BBD would call it singing. Reaper lifted up his head snarling under his breath and his normal hangover was throbing in his skull. Reaper being a professional alcoholic though knew the cure for such an occassion. He reached over to his nightstand and took the top off a bottle of Jim beam and took a couple of swigs of it. Then putting the top back on he rolled over to his back and reached over to the night stand. Grabbing his cigarettes and lighter he sparks up one and takes a couple drags. The screaming of "I'm too sexy" by Beautiful Bobby Dean was still annoying the shit out of him even if his headache was going to be gone soon. Reaper sat up on the bed and yawned stretching slightly. He casually got out of bed and walked to the door of their hotel room. Reaper dressed in only his boxers and eye patch opens the door and heads down the hallway. He walks past a housekeepers cart and grabs a big ass trash bag off of it. The Housekeeper starts yelling in spanish but he gives her the ole one finger salute and keeps walking. We cut back to the image of Beautiful bobby Dean who is showering, luckily we can only see from his chest up as he's now moved on to Madonna's Like a virgin for some reason. We're not quite sure. BBD has his eyes closed as it looks like he's washing his hair. About that time we hear the door creak slightly. "Just me, gotta take a piss" We hear Reaper grumbling. BBD just shrugs it off, having to share a bathroom this happens from time to time. They had a rule you stay on your side of the curtain and I stay on mine. If there was any peaking from either side and Reaper would do some stabbing. About that time though we see the trash bag starting to lift up and over the top of the shower curtain and all of a sudden we see pound after pound of ice being dropped down out of the trash bag onto the backside of Beautiful Bobby Dean! BBD screams out in shock and literally jumps out of the shower. He immediately makes a mad dash out of the bathroom. Once he had a second to gain his composure he went to turn around only to have Reaper chunk another glob of ice at him. Causing the Beautiful one to keep taking a step forward that way Reaperwouldnt be traumatized by seeing too much of BBD. As often as BBD tried to have some love time with himself Reaper had seen his ass on a few occassions. Finally the ice stopped being chunked at BBD who had started screaming and hollering. As BBD stopped screaming and hollering and finally looked around he realized that he'd been pushed all the way out into the hall. It was at this time that we see Reaper with a towel in his hands. He throws it into the hall and slams the door shut. The screaming and hollering has started to bring a crowd and given the rather cold way in which he found himself out there he wasn't exactly at his "proudest" state. BBD quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped himself up. He went and started banging on the door. As we cut back inside the room we see Reaper walk over to his bed and sit down. He reaches over to the night stand and grabs some ear plugs and puts them in before taking another couple swigs of his Jim Beam and laying back down. Teach that son of a bitch to keep waking him up so damn early in the morning. Fade to black. |
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Hamish Graham September 19th 1963- April 4th 2013 Long Live The Reaper
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