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| The Corporation | Feb 17 2011, 07:35 AM Post #1 |
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You win the Golden Straw for sucking up!" - Chef Bryan ..beeeeep.. DJ: Hiiiii Jon, it’s DJ. Just calling in to see how you’re up too. Been a hard week huh? Yeah, I know how that can be. Well.. no not really but hey, I sympathize sorta. I had a dog once. Nice dog, named Snoppy, a beagle. You know I gave that dog everything I had, I was a good owner and I fed him and took care of him.. but for the life of me I couldn’t remember a day of my life that the dog didn’t try to undermine my existence. You know it actually liked my friends better then me? Wait.. wait I never had a dog. I think I’m thinking of the Peanuts gang.. Well.. by proxy I understand what you’re going through.. fucking dog. ..beeeeep.. DJ lowered the cell phone, snapping it closed as he looked toward Phineaus Mooreland who was seated on the couch on the other side of his living room with an ice pack being held over half of his face. Phineaus: I don’t think that he’s gonna pick up DJ.. DJ: Psh. Like you know anything, he will pick up eventually. Either out of annoyance or because he will give in to my impressive ass kissing. I am a professional ass kisser after all. I’ve got an impressive resume. You just have to find the right amount of suck up and gooning to make it worth your time. Then they’re puddy in your hands. He smiled, his face taking on a shark like quality as he winked toward Phineaus. He lifted his phone back up and looked at it. Phineaus:..so you think calling him every five minutes is going to get him to like you? Or in some way respect you or believe you’re worthy of joining his little team? I mean Jon Page is a pompus ass but he isn’t stupid or ignorant. He is going to know what you’re up too. DJ canted his head to the side like a dog who heard a confusing command before he shrugged his shoulders absently, pulling the phone up to his eyes as he cycled through the numbers. DJ: There is a saying that the predictable and the obvious are more comfortable then the confusing and new. It’s better that he sees my hand as it is obvious then make him wonder what I am playing at. He knows exactly why I am doing this and he knows that I am lying through my teeth.. but its because he knows this that I become predictable and thus non-threatening to a man like him. It’s all just a game of words. Now maybe Jon Page is not in the best mind set with his current situation involving Matt Anderson.. and maybe I can use that to beat another man who wants in the team in Sheldon Hossteder this week and put us back into the running for that World Title. Maybe. Without being in the man’s head I can’t say for sure what he is thinking about this but if I know anything its that flattery and ego go along way toward securing some amount of false trust. Phineaus: But don’t you think this is a little absurd, I mean wouldn’t it just piss him off that you’re flooding his message box with rambling messages talking to him like you’re his best friend? What about Sheldon Hossteder? You don’t think it’s going to be a little strange when you’re talking to Jon Page when you have to face another man he wants for his te- DJ put his hand up and shushed Phineaus in the middle of his point as he listened to something on the other end of the phone. After a few moments an audible beeeeeep sounded on he phone. DJ: Hey, Mr. Page, it’s DJ again. I just wanted you to know that whatever happens this week I won’t hold it against you. I understand you’re under a lot of pressure and that you’ve got a lot on your mind and I don’t want you to be worried about my match this week. I mean sure, Sheldon and I are going to face each other in a match which could potentially dictate how our team turns out. This victory for me means a possible World Title shot in the future. Also put it out of your mind that one of us could get injured, I mean.. heck it’s just a match right? Sure, maybe it’s an important match. But you’ve already got so much going on I don’t want you to worry about it. You just focus on your problems and keeping that bitch Matt Anderson from stealing anything else from you. You just focus on that bastard Anderson and we will take care of The Company at Vendetta, getting everything they deserve!.. wait.. hm. That didn’t come out right.. ..Beeeeeeep.. Pineaus: Ouch, DJ, that wasn’t too good huh? DJ snapped the cell phone closed and held it against his lips for a moment with a slightly worried expression on his face. After a few moments his eyes started to shift from side to side as the cogs in his brain turned and popped as he tried to figure out what he would have to do to make up for that last message. DJ: ..Not too good no. But.. but I think I can fix it with my next message. Quick, update me on what are the records I am looking at.. Phineaus pulled the large book of records off the table in front of him, pulling the ice bag from his face to reveal a hand shaped bruise given to him courtesy of DJ to prove to Limp that he was willing to smack women around. He flipped a few pages before he got the information DJ needed. Phineaus: It looks like if you can pick up the International title, team with Raven to get the Tag Team Championship and get a World Title match AND win you’ll basically knock off three major keys of your quest to outshine Chris Wrestling.. of course that’s a pretty big deal there and its well.. it’s not exactly going to be a cake walk. Assuming you defeat Sheldon Hossteder.. so lets just focus on the International title and the Tag Team Championship with Raven. The Future of Wrestling took it in and scratched his chin as he pondered the situation at hand. There was a lot to look forward too in this match and he was far more nervous about it then he had insinuated to Jon Page. Of course he was trying to play that angle with Jon though he assumed Jon Page was more then aware of that already. Or maybe Jon really thought DJ was that stupid, a lot of other people had in the past. DJ: Interesting.. very interesting. That International title would be a nice feather in my cap. Very good.. but at the same time I still need to get the title of Ethan Rider. I mean he defeated Juliana Torres which indicates he is either very skilled or very lucky. Unlike my opponents I won’t wager much on the fact that he was very lucky and will instead focus on the idea he is very skilled.. I believe I can give Ethan Rider that much. Phineaus: How magnanimous of you. DJ: Well I AM the Future of Wrestling. You don’t just get handled those kinds of titles, you earn it through being clever, strong and of course, a fair and balanced leader. The fat man on the couch rolled his eyes and looked back down at the book before he closed it. He wrapped his fat fingers around his ice bag and put it back up on his face with a sigh. Meanwhile DJ picked up his phone again, flipping it open before he hit speed dial. DJ: Hi, its DJ again, the Future of Wrestling. So how is your team going these days? Yes, good uh.. so I was wondering if you guys had found a member to fill in the blank space in the team SVO position? Cause I mean, if you need someone to fill the roll I am not really doing anything. I mean if you might be interested cause I mean.. we both have a lot going on that is similar. So I mean maybe my name might sneak into the little consideration about becoming a member of team SVO. Your general awesomeness, magnificence and perfection would mesh well with my above average qualities which flirt with the glory of Magnificence. So yeah.. DJ, The Future of Wrestling. …beeeeep… Once again DJ snapped his phone closed and tossed it onto a near by coffee table with a sneer, his eyes narrowing slightly. His eyes rolled as he turned toward Phineaus with a smirk. DJ: How is your face doing, Mooreland? Phineaus lowered the ice bag and motioned toward his head with a pissed off expression, the redness on his face still quite apparent. Phineaus: It still hurts.. did you really need to slap me around just to get on Limp’s good side? Like.. dressed up as a girl the way you did me up? Cause it’s kinda suckass.. DJ: Oh yeah it sucks ass, too be sure, but its just what has to happen. Besides I think you might have bruised the palm of my hand. You’d think slapping you across the face would be like slapping butter but you’re actually a pretty hard man to knock around. Just the same your efforts toward the sundering of Chris Wrestling’s legacy is appreciated! Now.. let us discuss.. the Coronation.. Phineaus: You’re still going forward with that? DJ: The Internation Title.. the Advancement of the World Title Picture.. and the potential of joining team SVO, teaming with Raven to go after the Tag Team Titles is just.. well. I think it is time to let the world know that DJ IS The Future of Wrestling.. Phineaus:.. Whatever you say.. Suddenly DJ’s cell phone sparked to life as looked down at it. His fingers reached down and picked the phone up. He quirked his eyebrow at the screen before he flicked it open. DJ: Jon Page? OH!.. um.. how embarrising.. um.. of course.. sorry.. He snapped the phone closed as he reached his fingers up to the temples rubbing slowly. Phineaus: Whats wrong? DJ:..I called the Las Vegas Suicide Hotline.. ~Fade~ |
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