Post by R.M. Strong on Jul 9, 2014 11:57:59 GMT -5
RP #2 of the set
-The camera opens up to what seems like the inside of a jail. There are a lot of cops, some standing, some sitting behind desks. The front door busts open, and you see Arryk Rage basically fall through the door, as if he was thrown. A cop, the same one from the Music store follows him in, with a grin on his face. He looks as though hes made the collar of the year, busted a drug king pin or serial killer. Arryk has a very concerned look on his face, while he just kind of stands there. The cop grabs him by his "Kriss Havok" shirt, and drags him over to a cell. There is a large man, who is wearing a bright pink flowered dress, sitting on the bed in the cell. Arryk sees the man, and groans. The mans eyes light up when he sees who his cell mate is going to be. The officer unlocks the cage, opens it, and pushes Arryk in. He unlocks the cuffs, and slams the door shut. The large man smiles huge at Arryk, and licks his lips. Arryk quickly runs to the furthest corner of the cell, and stares at the large men. The camera turns to focus on the cop, who is laughing slightly as he walks over to the desk, dropping a bag of what seems to be Arryk's belongings there.-
Sitting Cop - What was that all about? And who was that guy? I think I've seen him some where before...
Standing Cop - He keeps going on and on about being a champion of some sort. Something or other Rage.
Sitting cop - HOLY SHIT! Thats Arryk Rage! How the hell did you find him? He's been avoiding capture for months.
Standing Cop - He caused some disturbance at FYE, so I collared him. He's wanted? I just thought I was getting a menace off the streets.
Sitting Cop - Man, the list of things that guy is wanted for is like five pages long. Good Catch O'Malley.
-The first cop, O'Malley, now has a grin on his face. A hand comes on screen and taps on his shoulder. O'Malley jumps, and turns around, only to find Arryk standing behind him, smiling-
O'Malley - What the hell are you doing? How did you get out?
Arryk - You forgot to lock the damn cell, bro. And besides, I had to get the hell out of there, bubba was going to make me his bitch. Do you have a private cell?
O'Malley - What? Get your ass back in there. We aren't playing around here, Criminal!
Arryk - I'm Not a criminal, I'm a champion, a real champion. My manager will get me out of here, and I'll be on my way to face Scotty Caine at Inferno.
-O'Malley grabs Arryk, opens the cell, and tosses him in, right into the waiting arms of "bubba". The large man grins, and wraps his arms around Arryk. Arryk thrashes, squirms, and forces his way away from the cross dresser. He runs to the corner again, and stands in a karate stance. You hear the cell door close, then lock, then a wimper from Arryk.-
Arryk - Hey! HEY! Officer O'Mary, what the hell am I being charged with?
O'Malley - Shut up Rage. Just sit peacefully in your cell, and shut your damn mouth.
-Arryk glaces at O'Malley, then at "bubba", then back at O'Malley-
Arryk - Not gonna happen, boss. If I stop moving, this giant piece of transvestite is gonna make me his breakfast. So excuse me if I want to save my, uhhhh, virginity for the right person.
-The large dress wearing man slowly makes his way towards Arryk, who is moving in short bursts back and forth. As the man closes in on Arryk, he cowers in the corner. You see a single tear fall from his eye as the man wraps his giant arms around Arryk's waist. Arryk is shaking-
Arryk - ....help....
Man - Don't you worry, sweet thing, I'll take real good care of you...
-Arryk wimpers, then passes out. The camera fades to black. When it comes back, Arryk is laying on the cot in his cell, his head is resting on the large mans lap. The man is running his fingers over Arryk's bald head as he begins to come around. His lower body is covered in a blanket. Before fully waking up, Arryk slightly smiles and moves his head towards the large man's hand. Suddenly, Arryk jumps to his feet, and screams, backing away from the large man-
Arryk - Whoa, hold on to your horses, hoss. what the hell do you think you're doing?
Man - My name isn't Hoss, its Adrian, and I was taking care of you. You passed out, I was worried. And I ordered some soup for you for lunch, you look ill.
Arryk - Well just hold it right there, Andria, I don't want you taking care of me, and I damn sure don't want any soup you ordered for me. Besides, I'll be out of here soon. I have a title match on Friday, and I need to find my manager. She got left behind.
Adrian - Match? Like as in Chess?
Arryk - No, not as in chess, you over grown Victoria's Secret model. As in wrestling, professional wrestling. Dammit, haven't any of you people ever seen me? man, I should have stayed on TV for the last six months.
Adrian - Oh, so you roll around in a ring with another guy, while you both are wearing your under roos? And you are calling me gay?
Arryk - Look at yourself, bubba. You're a walking billboard for the gay and lesbian community. But none of this matters. I need, have, MUST get out of here. I have to face Scotty Caine in a Hardcore match. And, I also need to shut his mouth. or sew it shut.
Adrian - Scott Caine? He wrestles? Didn't he play football or something?
Arryk - Who Fxxxing cares if he played football. Was I talking about football? No, I was talking about wrestling, and I was talking about making that sorry excuse for a waste of space shut up. He sits there, and talks about how I am the reason that his ass sucks? No, screw that. His ass needs to look in the mirror, and put the blame where it firmly belongs. Right on his over sized fxxxing head.
Adrian - Dude, calm down. It isn't that big of deal.
Arryk - Bullshit it isn't. This tool is blaming me for his short comings. Because he can't beat some one. Was it my fault that Crazy Christo beat him? NO it wasn't, that was because he couldn't finish. So his ass can sit there, and say whatever he wants, that it is my god damned fault that he can't win. That he's gonna mace me, that he's gonna beat me with a chair. Whatever you want kid, whatever you want. This ends on Friday. He will get the beating that his daddy should have given him for being such a disappointment, and he will run off with his tail between his legs.
-Adrian looks at Arryk, and raises an eyebrow, as Arryk has gone off on a rant-
Arryk - Don't ever, EVER think some one can take that belt from me. it is MINE, and MINE alone. Hey, did you say you ordered soup for me?
Adrian - Yea, chicken noodle, like my mom always gave me when I was sick. Why?
Arryk - Does said soup come with a spoon?
Adrian - Umm, yea, I'm pretty sure. I mean, it is hard to eat soup with a knife or fork.
Arryk - Excellent.
-Arryk taps his finger tips together like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, with a grin on his face. The guard soon shows up with the lunch trays, and Arryk's face lights up-
Arryk - About god damned time! I'm starving over here. I thought this was a five star hotel, what kind of room service is this?
Guard - Just shut up already. Everyone is tired of hearing you run your damn mouth. Eat your soup, and keep your mouth shut.
Arryk - Umm, how can I eat my soup and keep my mouth shut, thats impossible!
-The guard groans, and slams the tray down. Arryk watches as the guard walks away, and then grabs the spoon. He runs over to the far wall, and looks around, pretty much like a crack head, before he starts to dig at the wall.-
Adrian - What the hell are you doing?
Arryk - Digging my way out of here. Haven't you been paying attention? -slowly- I am facing Scotty Caine on Friday. I need to get out of this stupid cell, so I can get to the arena and shut him up, got it?
-Adrian rolls his eyes and Arryk goes back to digging. A few minutes in, he doesn't seem to be making any progress at all, as you can tell he is getting more and more upset. His movements are getting more desperate and drastic as the camera turns around, where you see Officer O'Malley watching Arryk dig-
O'Malley - RAGE! Stop whatever it is you think you're doing, and come on. You've been sprung.
-Arryk quickly jumps up, and drops the spoon in the corner as he walks to the cell door-
Arryk - O'Mary! About damn time, it would have taking me forever to dig my way out of here with that stupid spoon. What are these walls made with, concrete or something?
O'Malley - Yea, actually, they are....
Arryk - Makes sense... Anyways. Andria, take care of yourself, and honestly, I hope I never....EVER see you again. You freak...
-Adrian huffs, and flops down on his bed as Arryk strolls out of the cell with a giant smile on his face. He gathers his belongings from the desk, and smacks O'Malleys ass as he walks by and out of the room, into a bigger room. When he gets inside, his eyes light up and he takes off running, tackling the Hannah Montana cut out, and spinning it around-
Arryk - You don't know how happy I am to see you. This place was horrible. The room service was nonexistent, I had a cross dresser named Andria as my room mate, and the soup was disgusting. Thank you so much for saving me...
-Arryk looks a little shocked at his cut out as his face turns to a frown-
Arryk - He said what? He couldn't have. Doesn't he realize that we have a strictly professional relationship? Screw Scotty Caine, he's a waste of my time. Now we all know why I am no longer his partner, huh? Lets get the hell out of here.
-Arryk's frown turns down more, and he looks intently at Hannah-
Arryk - What do you mean I can't leave town? I HAVE to leave town. You know, MATCH.
-He smirks, as if the cut out said something-
Arryk - What charges? They let me go, remember?
-He gasps, and stares blankly at Hannah-
Arryk - Breaking and Entering? Vandalism? Theft? Man, they must have been watching GCWA about eight months ago. Screw that. Lets go.
-Arryk grabs the cut outs hand and drags it out the door as it fades to black-
-The camera opens up to what seems like the inside of a jail. There are a lot of cops, some standing, some sitting behind desks. The front door busts open, and you see Arryk Rage basically fall through the door, as if he was thrown. A cop, the same one from the Music store follows him in, with a grin on his face. He looks as though hes made the collar of the year, busted a drug king pin or serial killer. Arryk has a very concerned look on his face, while he just kind of stands there. The cop grabs him by his "Kriss Havok" shirt, and drags him over to a cell. There is a large man, who is wearing a bright pink flowered dress, sitting on the bed in the cell. Arryk sees the man, and groans. The mans eyes light up when he sees who his cell mate is going to be. The officer unlocks the cage, opens it, and pushes Arryk in. He unlocks the cuffs, and slams the door shut. The large man smiles huge at Arryk, and licks his lips. Arryk quickly runs to the furthest corner of the cell, and stares at the large men. The camera turns to focus on the cop, who is laughing slightly as he walks over to the desk, dropping a bag of what seems to be Arryk's belongings there.-
Sitting Cop - What was that all about? And who was that guy? I think I've seen him some where before...
Standing Cop - He keeps going on and on about being a champion of some sort. Something or other Rage.
Sitting cop - HOLY SHIT! Thats Arryk Rage! How the hell did you find him? He's been avoiding capture for months.
Standing Cop - He caused some disturbance at FYE, so I collared him. He's wanted? I just thought I was getting a menace off the streets.
Sitting Cop - Man, the list of things that guy is wanted for is like five pages long. Good Catch O'Malley.
-The first cop, O'Malley, now has a grin on his face. A hand comes on screen and taps on his shoulder. O'Malley jumps, and turns around, only to find Arryk standing behind him, smiling-
O'Malley - What the hell are you doing? How did you get out?
Arryk - You forgot to lock the damn cell, bro. And besides, I had to get the hell out of there, bubba was going to make me his bitch. Do you have a private cell?
O'Malley - What? Get your ass back in there. We aren't playing around here, Criminal!
Arryk - I'm Not a criminal, I'm a champion, a real champion. My manager will get me out of here, and I'll be on my way to face Scotty Caine at Inferno.
-O'Malley grabs Arryk, opens the cell, and tosses him in, right into the waiting arms of "bubba". The large man grins, and wraps his arms around Arryk. Arryk thrashes, squirms, and forces his way away from the cross dresser. He runs to the corner again, and stands in a karate stance. You hear the cell door close, then lock, then a wimper from Arryk.-
Arryk - Hey! HEY! Officer O'Mary, what the hell am I being charged with?
O'Malley - Shut up Rage. Just sit peacefully in your cell, and shut your damn mouth.
-Arryk glaces at O'Malley, then at "bubba", then back at O'Malley-
Arryk - Not gonna happen, boss. If I stop moving, this giant piece of transvestite is gonna make me his breakfast. So excuse me if I want to save my, uhhhh, virginity for the right person.
-The large dress wearing man slowly makes his way towards Arryk, who is moving in short bursts back and forth. As the man closes in on Arryk, he cowers in the corner. You see a single tear fall from his eye as the man wraps his giant arms around Arryk's waist. Arryk is shaking-
Arryk - ....help....
Man - Don't you worry, sweet thing, I'll take real good care of you...
-Arryk wimpers, then passes out. The camera fades to black. When it comes back, Arryk is laying on the cot in his cell, his head is resting on the large mans lap. The man is running his fingers over Arryk's bald head as he begins to come around. His lower body is covered in a blanket. Before fully waking up, Arryk slightly smiles and moves his head towards the large man's hand. Suddenly, Arryk jumps to his feet, and screams, backing away from the large man-
Arryk - Whoa, hold on to your horses, hoss. what the hell do you think you're doing?
Man - My name isn't Hoss, its Adrian, and I was taking care of you. You passed out, I was worried. And I ordered some soup for you for lunch, you look ill.
Arryk - Well just hold it right there, Andria, I don't want you taking care of me, and I damn sure don't want any soup you ordered for me. Besides, I'll be out of here soon. I have a title match on Friday, and I need to find my manager. She got left behind.
Adrian - Match? Like as in Chess?
Arryk - No, not as in chess, you over grown Victoria's Secret model. As in wrestling, professional wrestling. Dammit, haven't any of you people ever seen me? man, I should have stayed on TV for the last six months.
Adrian - Oh, so you roll around in a ring with another guy, while you both are wearing your under roos? And you are calling me gay?
Arryk - Look at yourself, bubba. You're a walking billboard for the gay and lesbian community. But none of this matters. I need, have, MUST get out of here. I have to face Scotty Caine in a Hardcore match. And, I also need to shut his mouth. or sew it shut.
Adrian - Scott Caine? He wrestles? Didn't he play football or something?
Arryk - Who Fxxxing cares if he played football. Was I talking about football? No, I was talking about wrestling, and I was talking about making that sorry excuse for a waste of space shut up. He sits there, and talks about how I am the reason that his ass sucks? No, screw that. His ass needs to look in the mirror, and put the blame where it firmly belongs. Right on his over sized fxxxing head.
Adrian - Dude, calm down. It isn't that big of deal.
Arryk - Bullshit it isn't. This tool is blaming me for his short comings. Because he can't beat some one. Was it my fault that Crazy Christo beat him? NO it wasn't, that was because he couldn't finish. So his ass can sit there, and say whatever he wants, that it is my god damned fault that he can't win. That he's gonna mace me, that he's gonna beat me with a chair. Whatever you want kid, whatever you want. This ends on Friday. He will get the beating that his daddy should have given him for being such a disappointment, and he will run off with his tail between his legs.
-Adrian looks at Arryk, and raises an eyebrow, as Arryk has gone off on a rant-
Arryk - Don't ever, EVER think some one can take that belt from me. it is MINE, and MINE alone. Hey, did you say you ordered soup for me?
Adrian - Yea, chicken noodle, like my mom always gave me when I was sick. Why?
Arryk - Does said soup come with a spoon?
Adrian - Umm, yea, I'm pretty sure. I mean, it is hard to eat soup with a knife or fork.
Arryk - Excellent.
-Arryk taps his finger tips together like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons, with a grin on his face. The guard soon shows up with the lunch trays, and Arryk's face lights up-
Arryk - About god damned time! I'm starving over here. I thought this was a five star hotel, what kind of room service is this?
Guard - Just shut up already. Everyone is tired of hearing you run your damn mouth. Eat your soup, and keep your mouth shut.
Arryk - Umm, how can I eat my soup and keep my mouth shut, thats impossible!
-The guard groans, and slams the tray down. Arryk watches as the guard walks away, and then grabs the spoon. He runs over to the far wall, and looks around, pretty much like a crack head, before he starts to dig at the wall.-
Adrian - What the hell are you doing?
Arryk - Digging my way out of here. Haven't you been paying attention? -slowly- I am facing Scotty Caine on Friday. I need to get out of this stupid cell, so I can get to the arena and shut him up, got it?
-Adrian rolls his eyes and Arryk goes back to digging. A few minutes in, he doesn't seem to be making any progress at all, as you can tell he is getting more and more upset. His movements are getting more desperate and drastic as the camera turns around, where you see Officer O'Malley watching Arryk dig-
O'Malley - RAGE! Stop whatever it is you think you're doing, and come on. You've been sprung.
-Arryk quickly jumps up, and drops the spoon in the corner as he walks to the cell door-
Arryk - O'Mary! About damn time, it would have taking me forever to dig my way out of here with that stupid spoon. What are these walls made with, concrete or something?
O'Malley - Yea, actually, they are....
Arryk - Makes sense... Anyways. Andria, take care of yourself, and honestly, I hope I never....EVER see you again. You freak...
-Adrian huffs, and flops down on his bed as Arryk strolls out of the cell with a giant smile on his face. He gathers his belongings from the desk, and smacks O'Malleys ass as he walks by and out of the room, into a bigger room. When he gets inside, his eyes light up and he takes off running, tackling the Hannah Montana cut out, and spinning it around-
Arryk - You don't know how happy I am to see you. This place was horrible. The room service was nonexistent, I had a cross dresser named Andria as my room mate, and the soup was disgusting. Thank you so much for saving me...
-Arryk looks a little shocked at his cut out as his face turns to a frown-
Arryk - He said what? He couldn't have. Doesn't he realize that we have a strictly professional relationship? Screw Scotty Caine, he's a waste of my time. Now we all know why I am no longer his partner, huh? Lets get the hell out of here.
-Arryk's frown turns down more, and he looks intently at Hannah-
Arryk - What do you mean I can't leave town? I HAVE to leave town. You know, MATCH.
-He smirks, as if the cut out said something-
Arryk - What charges? They let me go, remember?
-He gasps, and stares blankly at Hannah-
Arryk - Breaking and Entering? Vandalism? Theft? Man, they must have been watching GCWA about eight months ago. Screw that. Lets go.
-Arryk grabs the cut outs hand and drags it out the door as it fades to black-