Post by Parody on Aug 20, 2014 23:01:15 GMT -6
Late Edit: This RP IS a CONTINUATION of Lucas McCann's RP. For a better reading experience, read our RP's one after the other. Thanks!
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”Shit, man. I’m gettin’ kind’ve fat.”
”Huh?”
”Don’t mind me, man. I’m just watchin’ this video of me from this morning.. doing the ALS Ice Bucket challenge. I’m starting to lose my physique. See the way my torso kind’ve bunches up like Steve Urkle’s accordion when I bend down to grab the bucket? Man, I miss my abs!”
“He’ aw yuh dwinks, guys. I belee you had coke AND Miller Light, correc’, suh?”
”Yes, sir! And I think I already know what I want to eat. I think I’m going to get some sushi to start out with. A Dragon Roll, an Eel roll, a tempura roll, a California roll, hmmm.. maybe one of those Philadelphia rolls? …All these rolls I’m naming DO have eight pieces, correct?”
“Yes, suh. Plent’ fuh you an’ yuh guests.”
”Oh fuck them. This is all for me, man. And then from the Hibachi grill here, I think I want to try your chicken, your steak, your salmon AND your shrimp.. extra fried rice!”
”That’s one gnarly diet you’re starting there, Shane.”
”Shut up, wise ass. I’ll lose the weight when I’m ready!”
”But.. you just said…”
Finally, my off again - on again rival and ally Lucas McCann decides he wants to join us at the table.
”Nice of you to join us, douchebag.”
”Was taking care of some business. Donating some money, buying peoples’ lunch, ya know.. just helping out where I could, all while cutting a brief wrestling promo. I had no other time within the week, really. I’ve been so busy..”, he said, giving me absolutely no eye contact.
”Hmmm.. don’t let this Oprah Winfrey wannabe here fool you. This dude’s a fucking con artist, and manipulator. He’s using this whole situation right now to his advantage. He sees the cameras are rolling so now is the perfect time for him to give money away to less fortunate people, and promote his wrestling career. The very one, might I add, that I created FOR him.”
”Whoa. What is this? You CREATED my wrestling career? If you mean that you were pushed in the corner with your back up against the wall at the hands of Roger Wright and Hunter Valentyne in New Edge and you needed allies, then sure. You created me. Pft. Give me a break, kid. You reached out to me because you saw I was a strong competitor and you needed someone to team with. Our team took off, and we were a strong one, indeed. But if anything? You KILLED my career. And you did a true number on my life as well, I should add.”
”Dude, that’s bullshit.”
”Oh? When are you going to come down from your high horse and face reality, Shane?! You did bad unto me. Just fucking admit it. What I did to you was crazy, yes. Pretending to be this internet lover of yours. But were my actions warranted? Absolutely. My actions were a warranted response for what you did to me, both in and outside of the industry. You manipulated my brain back in New Edge. Got me in your corner and played me like a fuckin’ puppet. We were both hated ; not just you any longer. No one even had beef with me prior to my joining forces with you. But it was your mouth that got us booted. It was your mouth that got us bullied. Hell, I had to do everything in my power just so we could get back in the game. So if ANYONE created anyone here, maybe you should be crediting ME, Shane.”
“That second run? We were allies, yes, but I knew to be distant. I knew you could potentially be trouble to me yet again. And when you saw me being distant, and when you saw that you could no longer use me to mastermind and to get what you wanted, you went behind my back and made an enemy out of me. You slept with my sister-in-law. My deceased brother’s wife. WHILE I was mourning over my dead father. In fact, his funeral was in process WHILE you were hooking up with her. You should’ve been there for me to grieve. You should’ve been that shoulder I could lean on. That would’ve gotten me to want to pick things back up with you, where we first left off a year prior. I was ready to accept you, with open arms, as my best friend again.”
“BUT YOU FUCKED IT UP”, he admitted, angrily, as he swiped my Miller Light straight off the table and onto the ground. As the glass broke, I realized our friendship had been COMPLETELY broken. His trust and faith in me had been broken tenfold.
And he was right. I did this. I brought all of this upon myself. I didn’t know where his head was at once upon a time. I didn’t know that he had all these bottled up reservations about me. I didn’t know that hesitation was there to reunite. So I did something completely juvenile. I put the moves on his sister-in-law, and we had an affair.
An affair that I once thought was innocent. But not so much anymore.
”Luke, dude.”
”WHAT?! Are you going to catch a complete bitch fit right now because I spilled your beer out all over the floor?!”
”Nah, man. Not at all. Look, I’m sorry for what I did. You’re absolutely right, to be honest. I was feeling insecure. I was the World Heavyweight Champion of New Edge when I did that. I was on top. And everyone wanted to take me down. I thought you had let those other guys get to you. I thought you entertained the things they had to say. And I thought you were getting ready to turn on me. So I turned on your first. But eh, I AM sorry.”
“Truth be told, I’m glad you’re back. I had been looking forward to working with you again. I had been wanting to talk to you when I passed you by backstage. But I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have the courage at the time. I’m glad you broke the ice. Truth be told, I fucking despise the way you did it, making me look like a total jerk on national TV… but eh, maybe I deserved that. I humiliated you. You were just getting your revenge.”
”Luke, it looks like he REALLY is starting to feel sympathy over all of this…”
”Yeah. I see that. And who knows, over time we will be friends again. I say this was a good start. He finally admitted to all of this shit, after two and a half years. He finally admitted fault and explained himself, even if I knew what was going on all along. That means a lot man… Makes me feel kind’ve guilty for what I did out there, too…”
”I’m glad to hear that we may possibly be allies again, man. I miss your friendsh…. Wait, what’d you do?!?!”
That was when Luke yanked MY wallet out from the right front pocket of his jeans.
”I found this…..”
”Oh shit! You’re a life saver, bro! I didn’t even know my wallet was missing! I would’ve been screwed when I received the bill!! Thanks, man.”
”Don’t thank me. Open it up.”
I did. I even dumped that son of a bitch over. There was NOTHING. Only my ID and my maxed out credit cards. No money.
”Oh… fuck…”
”Sorry, dude. You remember all those ‘donations’ I was talking about handing out outside? Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah…”
”God.. I hate you. But welcome back, bromigo. Like I said.. I’m glad you’re here in VOW and that we’re on speaking terms at least. You’ve even got a nice winning streak going on here..”
Bored at this point, Max and Nev excuse themselves, waving us off as me and Luke continue our discussion.
”Yeah. I’m actually going to hit the gym once I’m done here if you’d like to join me like old times, bro. Gotta prepare for my match with King Zhu Zhu Pet.”
”Meh. Atleast your opponent puts forth an effort. I fell asleep earlier trying to make it through that rush job of a Scott Knight promo. It was like he went up to a complete stranger who was running late for work and he begged and pleaded her to record him for two minutes while he spit the most cliché’ shit out of his mouth. Excuse me… his broad was actually the one doing all the talking..”
”What the…”
”Yeah, bro. Asking me had I lived…. I felt like I was being witnessed to by a member of Jehova’s Witness….”
Me and Luke laughed. I knew I had this match in the bag, and that all my personal dealings would be A-OK. The fire ignited from the grill as I sat there with a smirk.
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”Shit, man. I’m gettin’ kind’ve fat.”
”Huh?”
”Don’t mind me, man. I’m just watchin’ this video of me from this morning.. doing the ALS Ice Bucket challenge. I’m starting to lose my physique. See the way my torso kind’ve bunches up like Steve Urkle’s accordion when I bend down to grab the bucket? Man, I miss my abs!”
“He’ aw yuh dwinks, guys. I belee you had coke AND Miller Light, correc’, suh?”
”Yes, sir! And I think I already know what I want to eat. I think I’m going to get some sushi to start out with. A Dragon Roll, an Eel roll, a tempura roll, a California roll, hmmm.. maybe one of those Philadelphia rolls? …All these rolls I’m naming DO have eight pieces, correct?”
“Yes, suh. Plent’ fuh you an’ yuh guests.”
”Oh fuck them. This is all for me, man. And then from the Hibachi grill here, I think I want to try your chicken, your steak, your salmon AND your shrimp.. extra fried rice!”
”That’s one gnarly diet you’re starting there, Shane.”
”Shut up, wise ass. I’ll lose the weight when I’m ready!”
”But.. you just said…”
Finally, my off again - on again rival and ally Lucas McCann decides he wants to join us at the table.
”Nice of you to join us, douchebag.”
”Was taking care of some business. Donating some money, buying peoples’ lunch, ya know.. just helping out where I could, all while cutting a brief wrestling promo. I had no other time within the week, really. I’ve been so busy..”, he said, giving me absolutely no eye contact.
”Hmmm.. don’t let this Oprah Winfrey wannabe here fool you. This dude’s a fucking con artist, and manipulator. He’s using this whole situation right now to his advantage. He sees the cameras are rolling so now is the perfect time for him to give money away to less fortunate people, and promote his wrestling career. The very one, might I add, that I created FOR him.”
”Whoa. What is this? You CREATED my wrestling career? If you mean that you were pushed in the corner with your back up against the wall at the hands of Roger Wright and Hunter Valentyne in New Edge and you needed allies, then sure. You created me. Pft. Give me a break, kid. You reached out to me because you saw I was a strong competitor and you needed someone to team with. Our team took off, and we were a strong one, indeed. But if anything? You KILLED my career. And you did a true number on my life as well, I should add.”
”Dude, that’s bullshit.”
”Oh? When are you going to come down from your high horse and face reality, Shane?! You did bad unto me. Just fucking admit it. What I did to you was crazy, yes. Pretending to be this internet lover of yours. But were my actions warranted? Absolutely. My actions were a warranted response for what you did to me, both in and outside of the industry. You manipulated my brain back in New Edge. Got me in your corner and played me like a fuckin’ puppet. We were both hated ; not just you any longer. No one even had beef with me prior to my joining forces with you. But it was your mouth that got us booted. It was your mouth that got us bullied. Hell, I had to do everything in my power just so we could get back in the game. So if ANYONE created anyone here, maybe you should be crediting ME, Shane.”
“That second run? We were allies, yes, but I knew to be distant. I knew you could potentially be trouble to me yet again. And when you saw me being distant, and when you saw that you could no longer use me to mastermind and to get what you wanted, you went behind my back and made an enemy out of me. You slept with my sister-in-law. My deceased brother’s wife. WHILE I was mourning over my dead father. In fact, his funeral was in process WHILE you were hooking up with her. You should’ve been there for me to grieve. You should’ve been that shoulder I could lean on. That would’ve gotten me to want to pick things back up with you, where we first left off a year prior. I was ready to accept you, with open arms, as my best friend again.”
“BUT YOU FUCKED IT UP”, he admitted, angrily, as he swiped my Miller Light straight off the table and onto the ground. As the glass broke, I realized our friendship had been COMPLETELY broken. His trust and faith in me had been broken tenfold.
And he was right. I did this. I brought all of this upon myself. I didn’t know where his head was at once upon a time. I didn’t know that he had all these bottled up reservations about me. I didn’t know that hesitation was there to reunite. So I did something completely juvenile. I put the moves on his sister-in-law, and we had an affair.
An affair that I once thought was innocent. But not so much anymore.
”Luke, dude.”
”WHAT?! Are you going to catch a complete bitch fit right now because I spilled your beer out all over the floor?!”
”Nah, man. Not at all. Look, I’m sorry for what I did. You’re absolutely right, to be honest. I was feeling insecure. I was the World Heavyweight Champion of New Edge when I did that. I was on top. And everyone wanted to take me down. I thought you had let those other guys get to you. I thought you entertained the things they had to say. And I thought you were getting ready to turn on me. So I turned on your first. But eh, I AM sorry.”
“Truth be told, I’m glad you’re back. I had been looking forward to working with you again. I had been wanting to talk to you when I passed you by backstage. But I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have the courage at the time. I’m glad you broke the ice. Truth be told, I fucking despise the way you did it, making me look like a total jerk on national TV… but eh, maybe I deserved that. I humiliated you. You were just getting your revenge.”
”Luke, it looks like he REALLY is starting to feel sympathy over all of this…”
”Yeah. I see that. And who knows, over time we will be friends again. I say this was a good start. He finally admitted to all of this shit, after two and a half years. He finally admitted fault and explained himself, even if I knew what was going on all along. That means a lot man… Makes me feel kind’ve guilty for what I did out there, too…”
”I’m glad to hear that we may possibly be allies again, man. I miss your friendsh…. Wait, what’d you do?!?!”
That was when Luke yanked MY wallet out from the right front pocket of his jeans.
”I found this…..”
”Oh shit! You’re a life saver, bro! I didn’t even know my wallet was missing! I would’ve been screwed when I received the bill!! Thanks, man.”
”Don’t thank me. Open it up.”
I did. I even dumped that son of a bitch over. There was NOTHING. Only my ID and my maxed out credit cards. No money.
”Oh… fuck…”
”Sorry, dude. You remember all those ‘donations’ I was talking about handing out outside? Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah…”
”God.. I hate you. But welcome back, bromigo. Like I said.. I’m glad you’re here in VOW and that we’re on speaking terms at least. You’ve even got a nice winning streak going on here..”
Bored at this point, Max and Nev excuse themselves, waving us off as me and Luke continue our discussion.
”Yeah. I’m actually going to hit the gym once I’m done here if you’d like to join me like old times, bro. Gotta prepare for my match with King Zhu Zhu Pet.”
”Meh. Atleast your opponent puts forth an effort. I fell asleep earlier trying to make it through that rush job of a Scott Knight promo. It was like he went up to a complete stranger who was running late for work and he begged and pleaded her to record him for two minutes while he spit the most cliché’ shit out of his mouth. Excuse me… his broad was actually the one doing all the talking..”
”What the…”
”Yeah, bro. Asking me had I lived…. I felt like I was being witnessed to by a member of Jehova’s Witness….”
Me and Luke laughed. I knew I had this match in the bag, and that all my personal dealings would be A-OK. The fire ignited from the grill as I sat there with a smirk.
