Post by King Incredible on Mar 1, 2014 12:44:07 GMT -5
OOC: First, apologies to Payne & Dean for this lackluster RP. Not feeling 100% the best but I wanted to max out and don't have the rest of the day to do it. Good luck Payne.
Beep… silence. Beep… silence. That’s all I heard as I slowly began to open my eyes and for once it was not like the sun was out to get me. Someone who knew me all too well was sitting in the chair provided across from what appeared to be a hospital bed. The blinds were down but some sun was shining through onto the foot of the bed and the person who was asleep with their head slouching down. I blinked a bit and tried to hoist myself up with my elbows but I felt a bit weak and silently fell back onto the comfortable bed. I looked at my left arm and glanced at the IV in my arm and travelled into to the bag giving me liquid. I wipe the crustiness from my eyes before hitting the help button. In a few moments a nurse walks in to see that I have awoken and is a bit thrilled.
“How are you feeling big guy?” the red headed nurse said with a big smile. Her loud voice started to rumble the man in the chair awake.
“Am I fine,” I said groggy, “how long have I been out?”
“Were closing in on twelve hours now,” the nurse fired back at me, “I guess that what happens when you over dose on an illegal drug.”
I look at her puzzled until I realized all of a sudden everything that has happened. I swore and just let my head fall to the bead and closed my eyes.
“Can I get a drink of ice water, please?” I asked.
“No problem, darlin’,” the nurse flirted as she walked away with a strut in her step.
The background buzz of nurses, doctors, patients and their families outside my room was quite loud. I glanced over and saw my younger brother, Miles Bishop, stretching his neck back to try and see the ass of the nurse who was assisting me.
“I see you haven’t changed,” I laughed, “what the hell are you doing in Texas, man?”
“For one thing,” Miles began, rubbing his fingers against his thumb, “they wouldn’t let Mario in because he’s not official family… and two, well, I am still your emergency contact you fuck. So of course I had to come down and make sure you weren’t at least dead.”
“Well I’m not dead,” I stated matter of fact, giving my brother a serious face.
“Good,” Miles said stern getting up, “I’ll be off back to Halifax then.”
Miles goes to exit but I call out.
“Dude,” I sighed, “I’m just fucking with you man. It’s good to see you. I mean, while you’re here we should catch up.”
Miles stopped and looked back at me like we going to shoot me.
“You think you can just get away with leaving ma and pa in Minnesota without saying a proper goodbye and because they’re just as fucked as you?” Miles yelled as the nurse walked in with the water.
“I’ll have to ask you to keep it down—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Miles pointed, “I haven’t seen my brother in almost a year, I got some shit to lay out to him.”
The nurse didn’t say a word. She left the water on the table next to my bed. I winked in approval as she quickly slipped out of the room.
“Also,” Miles began, “you haven’t seen the kids in like two years!”
“I know—“
“I have to keep explaining to them why their father hasn’t been seen them…”
“I know—“
“…and I have to explain why they can’t see their mother for a while it’s very fucking stressful you asshole!”
“I know!”
The room goes quiet for a moment. Miles is breathing heavily as I just buried my hands into my face.
“I haven’t been that good,” I said with remorse, “but I got a gig going on right now—“
“I know,” Miles laughed sarcastically, “you’ve got your REAL family now. I am glad for your success and your new felt companionship… now, if you’ll excuse me…”
He tried to leave out but I cried out.
“Please!” I said, looking for something write with as there was paper beside me, “do you have a pen?”
Miles sighed as he approached me and passed me a silver pen. I wrote down an address and gave it to him.
“That’s Marauko’s place,” I explained, “I know you’re pissed but once you’ve calmed down and I’m released today just drop by. We’ll talk. The place is bitching man!”
Miles hesitated for a moment before taking the paper and without saying a word left. I closed my eyes to get more rest.
Instead of calling Marauko I decided to call a cab since it was close to nine o’clock in the morning and he was probably still sleeping. The cab approached Marauko’s crib as it stopped and I paid the fare. I walked out and it was cool dark morning with a light mist in the air in Lubbock. A butler of Marauko’s was outside with an umbrella waiting for me.
“Are you alright sir?” the butler asked, “we received word from the hospital that you were returning. We could’ve come and gotten you—“
“It’s honestly ok,” I said as I yawned, “it’s early and I am very tired… and hungry.”
“Well we have a breakfast prepared for you, sir,” the butler beamed, “and it seems as though you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?”
I got under the umbrella with the butler as he escorted me into the mansion. We travelled under the staircase and down the marble hall proceeding into the very large dining room with a large long oak table with a large assortment of foods; fruits, yogurts, ham, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toasted bread; different assortment of cooked eggs, pancakes and even a few steaks. I sit down and begin to dig in as I haven’t eaten in almost twenty hours. I don’t even notice at the end of the table another person eating; my visitor.
“Are you always this rude,” the person said, “food before saying hi?”
I looked up with a piece of bacon hanging from my mouth and of course, it was my little brother Miles. I get up and give him a hug which is reluctant to accept but does so anyhow. I bring my plate down closer to him as he passes me a cup of coffee, which I take immediately and gulp half of it down.
“That tastes great!” I exclaimed.
“I got to say,” Miles began, “you did well this time. You know, befriending a fucking rich guy and all.”
“The fucking perks,” I laughed as I woofed down an apple sausage in two bites, “what made you come back?”
“Does that matter?” Miles shrugged, “I came back because I miss my big brother.”
“I’ll feast to that!” I beamed, eating a pancake swimming in syrup while trying to think of conversation, “…what do you think of OCW?”
“I think its trash,” Miles said honestly, taking a sip of java, “you could have gotten into a mega corporation knowing you and hit the big bucks immediately… why high schools, man?”
“You’re right,” I agreed, nodding my head, “but I needed to reinvent myself and look what happened? I’m the face of the company right now. It’s what everyone is talking about. I’m number one brother!”
“Sure,” Miles laughed, knowing the actual truth, “but that girl—“
“What girl?”
“You know who…”
“Oh, Brianna,” I laughed, grabbing a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs, “what about that senseless, deranged, psychotic, off one’s rocker—“
“I get it,” Miles sighed, as if he’s used to me rambling on, “she’s insane. Yes I do mean Brianna. Did you watch her interview with that Smith guy?”
“I heard of it,” I said silently as I chewed on some ham.
“I’ll take that as you DIDN’T watch it because you were coked up… dumbass,” Miles barked in his best Red Foreman impression, “I’ll let you in on the most important part; she says she wanted you to be the face of the company that way the fans, management and the rest of the guys and girls in the back would know who they do NOT want to have represent them. Did you catch that, genius?”
“That schizophrenic!” I screamed, slamming my fists into the table, “I’ll tell you something Miles, she’s wrong. I am exactly the kind of person they want in the main event because I’m unstoppable. I proofed that when I first showed up and I’ve proven that in all of matches INCLUDING the main event last week. Brianna needs to realize she got her match, I got my belt, and it’s over now. I am done with her.”
“So what does that mean next?” Miles asked, sipping some more coffee, “you got the belt.”
“Now I want keep the belt,” I proclaimed, “now that I have the belt no one will take it away from me. I am a fair man and will give the people the fights but I guarantee that no one will get their small pathetic hands on MY title that I RIGHTFULLY won. I’ll let you in on a secret; I plan on issuing an open challenge to the rest of the roster.”
“What if Payne pins you though?” Miles smirked, “doesn’t that make him the number one contender? That’ll put that to dust or set you up with more opponents.”
“Fuck Payne,” I started, “that man has zero talent. He can take his arms, smack his chest, act like a monkey, and throw shit around. He can lift people up over his shoulders to extreme heights and slam them down. Big whoopee do. He’s the worst excuse for a wrestler I’ve ever seen. He stinks too, I remember tagging with him and having to stand like five yards away from him he wreaked man. That’s why I think he’s trailer trash and lives in a dump. You know, the Salvation Army probably declines his furniture. He’s probably been in a custody battle over a hunting dog. I bet you he uses a rag as a gas cap. I could go all day—“
“I know,” Miles yelled, “that’s why I’m cutting you off. Listen, let’s stop this wrestling talk. Let’s go watch a movie or something.”
“Sure,” I said, “what movie? Did you go buy one?”
“Yes,” Miles said throwing me the DVD, “it’s a one act play of theatre that they decided to record and put on a disc. It’s go heroics, bestiality, goblins—“
“No man,” I laughed, “this play blows. It got rotten reviews online. A bunch of actors past their time that just need to go away ruin the main rolls. Let’s go shot some golf balls.”
We both get up from the table and head out. I fling the DVD out of my hand and lands on the floor as the words “John Riot” by Willem Cocksmith show up in mid air but the DVD then lands in the punch bowl at the breakfast table.
Beep… silence. Beep… silence. That’s all I heard as I slowly began to open my eyes and for once it was not like the sun was out to get me. Someone who knew me all too well was sitting in the chair provided across from what appeared to be a hospital bed. The blinds were down but some sun was shining through onto the foot of the bed and the person who was asleep with their head slouching down. I blinked a bit and tried to hoist myself up with my elbows but I felt a bit weak and silently fell back onto the comfortable bed. I looked at my left arm and glanced at the IV in my arm and travelled into to the bag giving me liquid. I wipe the crustiness from my eyes before hitting the help button. In a few moments a nurse walks in to see that I have awoken and is a bit thrilled.
“How are you feeling big guy?” the red headed nurse said with a big smile. Her loud voice started to rumble the man in the chair awake.
“Am I fine,” I said groggy, “how long have I been out?”
“Were closing in on twelve hours now,” the nurse fired back at me, “I guess that what happens when you over dose on an illegal drug.”
I look at her puzzled until I realized all of a sudden everything that has happened. I swore and just let my head fall to the bead and closed my eyes.
“Can I get a drink of ice water, please?” I asked.
“No problem, darlin’,” the nurse flirted as she walked away with a strut in her step.
The background buzz of nurses, doctors, patients and their families outside my room was quite loud. I glanced over and saw my younger brother, Miles Bishop, stretching his neck back to try and see the ass of the nurse who was assisting me.
“I see you haven’t changed,” I laughed, “what the hell are you doing in Texas, man?”
“For one thing,” Miles began, rubbing his fingers against his thumb, “they wouldn’t let Mario in because he’s not official family… and two, well, I am still your emergency contact you fuck. So of course I had to come down and make sure you weren’t at least dead.”
“Well I’m not dead,” I stated matter of fact, giving my brother a serious face.
“Good,” Miles said stern getting up, “I’ll be off back to Halifax then.”
Miles goes to exit but I call out.
“Dude,” I sighed, “I’m just fucking with you man. It’s good to see you. I mean, while you’re here we should catch up.”
Miles stopped and looked back at me like we going to shoot me.
“You think you can just get away with leaving ma and pa in Minnesota without saying a proper goodbye and because they’re just as fucked as you?” Miles yelled as the nurse walked in with the water.
“I’ll have to ask you to keep it down—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Miles pointed, “I haven’t seen my brother in almost a year, I got some shit to lay out to him.”
The nurse didn’t say a word. She left the water on the table next to my bed. I winked in approval as she quickly slipped out of the room.
“Also,” Miles began, “you haven’t seen the kids in like two years!”
“I know—“
“I have to keep explaining to them why their father hasn’t been seen them…”
“I know—“
“…and I have to explain why they can’t see their mother for a while it’s very fucking stressful you asshole!”
“I know!”
The room goes quiet for a moment. Miles is breathing heavily as I just buried my hands into my face.
“I haven’t been that good,” I said with remorse, “but I got a gig going on right now—“
“I know,” Miles laughed sarcastically, “you’ve got your REAL family now. I am glad for your success and your new felt companionship… now, if you’ll excuse me…”
He tried to leave out but I cried out.
“Please!” I said, looking for something write with as there was paper beside me, “do you have a pen?”
Miles sighed as he approached me and passed me a silver pen. I wrote down an address and gave it to him.
“That’s Marauko’s place,” I explained, “I know you’re pissed but once you’ve calmed down and I’m released today just drop by. We’ll talk. The place is bitching man!”
Miles hesitated for a moment before taking the paper and without saying a word left. I closed my eyes to get more rest.
***
Instead of calling Marauko I decided to call a cab since it was close to nine o’clock in the morning and he was probably still sleeping. The cab approached Marauko’s crib as it stopped and I paid the fare. I walked out and it was cool dark morning with a light mist in the air in Lubbock. A butler of Marauko’s was outside with an umbrella waiting for me.
“Are you alright sir?” the butler asked, “we received word from the hospital that you were returning. We could’ve come and gotten you—“
“It’s honestly ok,” I said as I yawned, “it’s early and I am very tired… and hungry.”
“Well we have a breakfast prepared for you, sir,” the butler beamed, “and it seems as though you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?”
I got under the umbrella with the butler as he escorted me into the mansion. We travelled under the staircase and down the marble hall proceeding into the very large dining room with a large long oak table with a large assortment of foods; fruits, yogurts, ham, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toasted bread; different assortment of cooked eggs, pancakes and even a few steaks. I sit down and begin to dig in as I haven’t eaten in almost twenty hours. I don’t even notice at the end of the table another person eating; my visitor.
“Are you always this rude,” the person said, “food before saying hi?”
I looked up with a piece of bacon hanging from my mouth and of course, it was my little brother Miles. I get up and give him a hug which is reluctant to accept but does so anyhow. I bring my plate down closer to him as he passes me a cup of coffee, which I take immediately and gulp half of it down.
“That tastes great!” I exclaimed.
“I got to say,” Miles began, “you did well this time. You know, befriending a fucking rich guy and all.”
“The fucking perks,” I laughed as I woofed down an apple sausage in two bites, “what made you come back?”
“Does that matter?” Miles shrugged, “I came back because I miss my big brother.”
“I’ll feast to that!” I beamed, eating a pancake swimming in syrup while trying to think of conversation, “…what do you think of OCW?”
“I think its trash,” Miles said honestly, taking a sip of java, “you could have gotten into a mega corporation knowing you and hit the big bucks immediately… why high schools, man?”
“You’re right,” I agreed, nodding my head, “but I needed to reinvent myself and look what happened? I’m the face of the company right now. It’s what everyone is talking about. I’m number one brother!”
“Sure,” Miles laughed, knowing the actual truth, “but that girl—“
“What girl?”
“You know who…”
“Oh, Brianna,” I laughed, grabbing a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs, “what about that senseless, deranged, psychotic, off one’s rocker—“
“I get it,” Miles sighed, as if he’s used to me rambling on, “she’s insane. Yes I do mean Brianna. Did you watch her interview with that Smith guy?”
“I heard of it,” I said silently as I chewed on some ham.
“I’ll take that as you DIDN’T watch it because you were coked up… dumbass,” Miles barked in his best Red Foreman impression, “I’ll let you in on the most important part; she says she wanted you to be the face of the company that way the fans, management and the rest of the guys and girls in the back would know who they do NOT want to have represent them. Did you catch that, genius?”
“That schizophrenic!” I screamed, slamming my fists into the table, “I’ll tell you something Miles, she’s wrong. I am exactly the kind of person they want in the main event because I’m unstoppable. I proofed that when I first showed up and I’ve proven that in all of matches INCLUDING the main event last week. Brianna needs to realize she got her match, I got my belt, and it’s over now. I am done with her.”
“So what does that mean next?” Miles asked, sipping some more coffee, “you got the belt.”
“Now I want keep the belt,” I proclaimed, “now that I have the belt no one will take it away from me. I am a fair man and will give the people the fights but I guarantee that no one will get their small pathetic hands on MY title that I RIGHTFULLY won. I’ll let you in on a secret; I plan on issuing an open challenge to the rest of the roster.”
“What if Payne pins you though?” Miles smirked, “doesn’t that make him the number one contender? That’ll put that to dust or set you up with more opponents.”
“Fuck Payne,” I started, “that man has zero talent. He can take his arms, smack his chest, act like a monkey, and throw shit around. He can lift people up over his shoulders to extreme heights and slam them down. Big whoopee do. He’s the worst excuse for a wrestler I’ve ever seen. He stinks too, I remember tagging with him and having to stand like five yards away from him he wreaked man. That’s why I think he’s trailer trash and lives in a dump. You know, the Salvation Army probably declines his furniture. He’s probably been in a custody battle over a hunting dog. I bet you he uses a rag as a gas cap. I could go all day—“
“I know,” Miles yelled, “that’s why I’m cutting you off. Listen, let’s stop this wrestling talk. Let’s go watch a movie or something.”
“Sure,” I said, “what movie? Did you go buy one?”
“Yes,” Miles said throwing me the DVD, “it’s a one act play of theatre that they decided to record and put on a disc. It’s go heroics, bestiality, goblins—“
“No man,” I laughed, “this play blows. It got rotten reviews online. A bunch of actors past their time that just need to go away ruin the main rolls. Let’s go shot some golf balls.”
We both get up from the table and head out. I fling the DVD out of my hand and lands on the floor as the words “John Riot” by Willem Cocksmith show up in mid air but the DVD then lands in the punch bowl at the breakfast table.
