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| The Corporation | Feb 23 2011, 04:54 AM Post #1 |
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"We hear what we want to when there are no words to hear" - Unknown DJ sat in a Mcdonalds next to a plastic duplication of Ronald McDonalds, the devious clown used to sell food to small children. He was wearing one of his normal black suits with his Corporation arm bad slide over his right shoulder. He was looking rather put out at the moment, his sullen expression reflected with his slightly slumped posture and bored listing eyes. After a few moments the fat form of Phineaus Mooreland who looked to be carrying a large, black velvet bag which he set on the bench next to DJ before grabbing a nearby chair, scooting it over. As he sat down the weight of his bulk made the chair groan slightly under his girth while he smiled a fat, gooey smile toward DJ. Phineaus: Congrats champ! Another tick off the list! The fat man said with great deal of zealous joy. DJ didn't seem to pay him much mind as he stared forward for a moment before rolling his head to the side to stare at Phineaus carefully. DJ: Oh sure.. a loss. A clean loss no less, do you know how that makes my skin crawl? Over Sheldon Hossteder of all people, do you know how that's going to hurt my chances of getting into the Organized Chaos Match? I mean Night just made it into the group and here I sit, not capable of doing anything probably because I just handed Sheldon Hossteder a victory, good job me.. Phineaus: Hey, your goal is to beat the best right? Well sometimes you gotta lose one to win another down the line. DJ: True, but I am not sure how spiteful Jon Page is.. I fear that he shall not take kindly to my attacks upon Sheldon Hossteder! I thought maybe a trip to McDonalds might improve my mood but instead I found this pedo-clown petrified into a pathetically peverse position. Phineaus: What excellent alliteration! DJ: I try.. The Future of Wrestling frowned a little more as he reached out and touched the velvet bag at his side with an off glance. DJ: Ronald I know you want an armband but I question your commitment to the cause and the Corporate way of life to be quite serious. With your red hair, creepy make up and large, flared out pants I might expect you to be some kind of ... happy go lucky Nazi you know? Not that I hold that against you but its not exactly the image The Corporation wants to put out there.. DJ's random tirade directed at the fiberglass Ronald McDonald seemed to spur out of nowhere and definately caught Phineaus off guard who more or less stared at DJ for a moment. Phineaus:..are you talking to the Ronald McDonald statue? Turning his eyes toward Phineaus, DJ nodded rather an enthusiastically, his expression souring slightly on the subject. He rolled his eyes and jerked his thumb back toward the statue with and forceful jab. DJ: Yeah the damn guy won't shut up. The blobby nerd just sort of stared at DJ for a good long while before he offered a someone disenchanted smile and stood up moving toward the line to get some food. Phineaus: Ok DJ, well you have fun with that. I'm gonna have a ruling for unlimited fries and Big Macs McDonalds owes me after I nearly broke my hip in their bathroom after devouring 100 chicken nuggets. Oh those were the days, the days of competitive eating. DJ: Oh yes..It did so much to help your figure out as well. The insensed DJ turned to the side so that he could avoid looking at the large rear end of his most unhelpful Personal Wrestling Historian as he eyed Ronald. His hand slowly sat in the title and stroked the soft velvet lovingly as his eyes flickered up toward Ronald in a vaguely irritated manner. DJ: What do you mean? Roscoe Shame? Of course I am ready to face him this week! I am more then prepared to deal with him this week, thats such a silly thing to say! Though honestly I've never heard of such a stilly name.. Roscoe Shame, what the hell is that? Seriously.. He paused for a moment and stared at the statue who appeared to be formulating some kind of reply to his statement, one which only DJ seemed to hear or understand. After a moment he laughed and lifted a hand. DJ: HA! That's a laugh. Turning slightly DJ he cracked his neck staring at the Moon and a Half that made up his Personal Wrestling Historians ass. He grimaced slightly at the sight shook his head more then sure one butt cheek properly roasted would taste like ham. DJ:.. Interesting argument you have there. Not that I know anything about Roscoe Shame to be honest with you. I've heard of him before so he must be pretty solid if I am having to face him this week. Matt may not like me very much but he rarely puts me against nobodies.. he likes to see me struggle and squirm me thinks.. that's fine. More items for the Legacy List.. Oh you follow that? Good! I am glad to hear I have a fan.. DJ sat up and stared at Phineaus with a look of relief, smilingly a large, wicked toothed smile. Phineaus: Of course he is pretty solid he is a former SVO Champion, he holds the longest reign with the International Title and he is currently one half of the SVO World Team Champions. DJ: So that's my opponent? Once again DJ flung himself to the floor dramatically while Phineaus pretended not to know him. -fade- |
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