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| Bill Kuriyama's last RP.; I have matches to write! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 5 2005, 04:10 PM (60 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Feb 5 2005, 04:10 PM Post #1 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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[align=center]Clap Clap Clap Clap[/align] The screen fades in on Mr. Bill Kuriyama, dressed in his wrestling gear. He's clapping slowly and methodically, with large, sweeping motions of the arms. Any larger and he'd look like he was a retarded child trying to fly away. BK: You win, Lobo. You win. You're right. I can stand here and make jokes, do promos with yetis, and death, and a budget... I can say whatever I want about whatever I want. Hell, I could fart into a microphone for half an hour and call THAT a promo, and none of it would matter. But that's a double-edged sword, my friend. Walk with me, cameraguy. I've got a story to tell. Bill exits his locker room and begins travelling down the hall. He walks, and walks, and walks and walks, passing interns, a few other wrestlers, referees, ring monkies... all pretty boring, until a young woman stops him. Woman: Mr. Kyuriyama? He shuffles his feet into a stopping position, turns his head, and raises his eyebrow at the woman. She's about 5'3", which places her waaaaaaay below Bill's eye level. Whispy blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, and a small, nervous mouth, gingerly frosted with pink lipstick. Bill says nothing, and is about to leave when the young woman speaks again. Woman: Hi. My name's Adrianna Keech. I'm a big fan! I love your promos, and I even kinda like watching you in the ring... um... can I have your autograph? This apparently requires Bill's full attention, as he turns his entire body to face her. He looks her down... then back up, eyebrow still cocked in solid inquisition. BK: ... ... what? Adrianna: Can... I have your autograph? Bill shakes his head. BK: First question, missy. How the hell did you get in here? Adrianna looks around nervously and smiles. Adrianna: My boyfriend is a ring technician. He brought me in. BK: And your boyfriend is... Bill cycles his hand until the fan responds. Adrianna: Um... Geoff Lawrence. BK: Great. Hope you got a job, sister. 'Cuz he doesn't. Bill turns and starts to walk away, but is stopped by her voice. Adrianna: Hey, asshole! I just wanted an autograph! Bill turns around, and slowly steps toward her. He gets right up against her without touching her, and looks down his chest into her eyes. BK: You want my autograph? Adrianna: Well I did, until you wanted to get Geoff fired! BK: Shut up. You want my autograph? Adrianna: That's what I wanted, yeah. BK: And you watch me on TV? Adrianna: Yeah. BK: On FX? Adrianna: Yeah. BK: On Pay-Per-View? Adrianna: Yeah. BK: You watch my promos. Adrianna: Yee-ah. BK: My matches. Adrianna: Mm-hmm. BK: Then why don't you tell me exactly at what point in those promos that Bill Kuriyama ever made you think he gave the Pope's shit about any one of you goddamn glory-loving fans? Adrianna: Hey! Look, you jerk, I just wanted-- BK: *mockingly* I just wanted! I just wanted! I! I! I! Me! Me! Me! Bill steps away and straightens up. BK: Look. I don't like you. I don't like any of you. I don't like my fans, I don't like El Lobo Loco's fans, I don't like Sam Kinloch's fans. I pure, straight, HATE each and every one of you. You wait outside our cars, our hotels, the arenas, the locker rooms, interrupt us in the middle of a promo, and for what? You want me to put my John Hancock on a piece of paper? That useless little artifact is gonna make your life complete? Why don't you want your waiter's autograph? Or the guy who sits next to you on the bus all the time? Do you have your boyfriend's autograph sitting on your dresser at home? No, you don't. It's 'cuz none of them are on TV. And even if they got on TV? Even if they did somethin' like sell a book, or write an article in the weekly newspaper... you don't care. You know them. They. Don't. Matter. Adrianna: You know what? Forget it. I'm gonna tell all my friends what a dick you are! BK: Good! Tell your friends Bill Kuriyama's a dick! Give him some peace and quiet! What would you have done if I had given you my signature? You would've gone home and told everyone, "oh, that Bill Kuriyama, he's such a nice guy. He really is." Well guess what, tutti frutti? I'm not. Y'know who I'm nice to? Three people. I'm nice to my lover, I'm nice to my mother, and I'm nice to my father. That's. It. Maybe if one of the jackknobs here in FIW were to worm their way into my good graces, then I'd be nice to them, too. But so far, Toby Bostock's the only one who's even come CLOSE. So take your little pen, take your little pad of paper, and get the fuck out of here. You want a story to tell your friends? Tell 'em how Bill Kuriyama DIDN'T get your boy-toy fired when he god-damn well should have. Adrianna glares at him, tears welling up in her eyes, then stalks away. Bill shakes his head and continues walking, now turning back to look at the camera as he talks. BK: I can't stand wrestling fans. I mean, I know. They pay my bills, and that's cool. I ain't got a problem with that. I just don't see why the hell they've gotta hound me. I don't put out merchandise, I don't do autograph sessions, and I don't make personal appearances. There's a reason for that. And hell, Lobo, it's actually a reason you should listen to. Bill turns a corner and continues walking until he spies a wooden table with a coffee machine. Apparently it's coffee time, as Bill grabs a styrofoam cup and fills it. BK: Bill Kuriyama gets paid based purely on skill. I'm not the Fighting Spirit Champion because I put asses in seats. I'm not the greatest wrestler on this good green-ness because a T-shirt says so. I am... because I am. I prove my worth in the ring, time and time again. Bill stirs a creamer into his coffee, and a sugar, then takes a sip. BK: See, the more I learn about you, Lobo, the more I find we're two very similar people. And Goddammit, the more I learn, the more I find out I kinda like you. It's true. Now, don't get Bill Kuriyama wrong; he's not gonna puss up on the match 'cuz he thinks you're a neat guy. Wrestling is business, my friend. If put in the ring with Sammie, I would out-wrestle her. In fact, I did. But that's not my point. Where was I? Bill thinks, sipping his coffee again. BK: Oh yeah. See, you and I are a lot alike. Sure, we may have done great things in other federations, beaten great superstars, great wrestlers. I've taken down the likes of Ferocity and Happy Go Snappy when they were in their prime. You... well, I honestly ain't got a clue what you've done, but I'm sure you'll let me know. Bill sips his drink again. BK: But the only big names I've beaten so far here in FIW... don't count for shit. I've taken out Brad Johnson, yeah, well, so has everyone else. But you... and here's where the difference lies, Lobe... YOU have your big chance coming up. You're gonna try and take out Bill Kuriyama. Now, that may not seem like such a big deal right now, to you, but the only reason I'm rotting in the FSC division is because I haven't reached my tenure yet. I don't have the history to be up there fighting for the Dual Crown, takin' down the likes of Fozzy McQueen and Jim O'Brien. That's fine. I'm a patient man. You, however, jumped ship. You skipped the Rising Cup, you skipped the Openweight Championship, and went right to me. Right to Eff Ess See. To beat Bill Kuriyama. To make your name known. To be the next sensation sweeping the nation. That takes two things my friend; incredibly large cojones, and a poor thought process. Bill finishes his coffee and throws the cup in the waste basket. He beckons the camera follow him again and makes his way to the gorilla position, to the ring. BK: Finally. No more pit stops. This is what I was talkin' about. This ring. Bill walks along the walkway until he steps through the ropes. The cameraman stops here as Bill makes his way to the center where he turns and faces us. BK: Remember what I said waaaaaaaaay back at the beginning of all this? Go on, scroll up if you've forgotten. BK: You and I? We can say whatever we want. We can cite our histories, our accomplishments, our talents. We can talk about our personalities, make our jokes, get our endorsements. But none of it really matters once you step between these ropes. Once you step between these ropes, it's just you and me and what we can do, Lobo. So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do; I'm gonna hit the gym. I'm gonna train. Gonna spar with Sam for a while, and then Sunday? You and I are gonna go round and round. Only one man can leave with the championship, Lobes. Keep that in mind. Fade. |
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