Post by Mike Williams on Apr 20, 2015 12:33:48 GMT -5
OOC: This was gonna be RP #3 lol, so purely character dev now
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On the set of "PTI" Mike is dressed as Tony Kornheiser, waving the Arizona flag.
Mike-heiser: "That's all for today folks, lunch today is Tatum tots and salsbury steak.
We're on a 23 1/2 hour break..."
A voice is heard whispering "P.T.I..." as it quickly fades out
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His head upside down, Mike's eyes shoot open, then slowly clench shut with a groan.
Bustling noise is in every direction, and after a glance around, Mike Williams realizes
he's laying on an equipment case in the tented backstage of the makeshift outdoor
Compton, California venue.
"Mike? Shit about fuckin time..."
Voiceover: 'I didn't even have to turn my head, one of my best friends and newly acquired OCW sound
and video tech Jay Martinez has one of the goofiest mix of New York and Mexican accents
you'll ever hear in your life.'
Mike groans: "...fuck man, I'm never drinkin O.E. again..." *manages to right himself
and sits on the case, staring at the floor*
Jay scoffs a bit: "You were drinkin O.E. bro?"
Mike doesn't look up, just shrugs: "...pfft, when in Rome?"
Jay: "Well you're in Cali and it's the 2 minute warning dog, let's do this..."
Mike exhales heavily and slowly gets himself into something that resembles standing.
Jay: "Are you okay to do this man? You didn't even cut a promo all week."
Mike's eyes widen: "Cut a..!? Where the hell do I even start with this shit!? How the
fuck do you cut a promo to run down TEN people???"
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Both Mike and Jay look into the camera with sarcastic smirks for a second, then return
to character, Mike snapping right back into the drunken stooper.
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Mike starts his way toward a case of water, grabbing two bottles and instantly downing
one of them. He tosses the empty back toward the case, cracks the 2nd open, then leans
on a street lamp post. His other arm holding himself up, his forehead resting against
the post, and his eyes close tight again, standing still and willing himself to join the
world of the living.
Jay checks his radio earpiece: "One minute man... Time for that Williams reboot."
Jay smacks Mike on his cheek a couple times, and Mike swings the water bottle at his
arms, if only symbolically.
Mike: "Well fuck, at least with like 15 people the intros will give me some time...
What number am I?"
Jay: "umm You're like 4th I think?"
Mike: "FUCKKKKKK......" *starts tapping head against the post*
Jay: "I think they're doin it alphabetically by first name or somethin."
Mike: "Tell em my real name's Zeke..."
Jay: "Heh... Okay Zeke Williams, time to rock a rhyme..."
The first competitor's entrance music blasts, and echoes throughout the short city block
OCW has commendeered for Hood Rich. Mike stands up and shakes his head rapidly, then
crosses and uncrosses his eyes, trying to clear his vision up. He slams half of the
second water bottle, then dumps the rest onto his face. After flinging it around like
beethoven's dog slobber, both of his hands press down the length of his face before he
starts to loosen up.
Williams swings both arms, rotating them a little, making his way toward the final
curtain seperating backstage and the first crowd he's seen in 5 years. He looks as if
he recognizes someone off camera, and is instantly annoyed.
Mike mutters: "pfft... 'for months and months' I've only been here 3 weeks
asshole..."
He shakes his head and continues to limber up, the look of determination growing on his
face. Jay shakes his, but at his friend, but maintains a nostalgic smile.
Jay shouts over the amplifiers: "You sure you're good to go???"
Mike smirks, his face now a completed devilish, arrogant grin: "Beats a warehouse in Burque
bro..." *takes a cigarette into his mouth*
Jay: "Ha ha, you're fuckin crazy dog!"
Mike gives a single upward nod, as over the sound system a single, steady synthesizer
note plays over and over, signaling a change in the crowd response. The click of Mike's
cigarette lighter is muffled by the simultanious sound of AK gunfire is next over the
PA. Mike exhales the 'confirmation puff' and swings open the curtain as soon as the
first beat of the song hammers the entire event.
Ice Cube's "No Country For Young Men" blasts out, and a white flash blinds the camera,
obscuring Williams. When it subsides the screen is black, but the music continues.
It too fades out, but not before Cube can be heard saying "I'ma kill one'a you young
punks..."