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| Triadred | Nov 22 2007, 01:55 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]*Bong~!* Got Hype?[/align] There are thoe words again, accompanied by that familiar gong cueing us into another Great White Hype moment. And at the moment, the Great White Hype isn't looking too... great. Matter of fact, he's looking down right unhappy. There he sits, probably wallowing away in self-pitty, while drumming his fingers over top a poster advertising the next FIW card. Judging by the unflattering doodles covering a pair of Hellcats face, it's pretty obvious which match in particular has the Hype looking so down. A sgh deflates the Hype and his posture sinks into a slouch while his chin rests lazily inside of his palm. All around, Adam's looking pretty sad at the moment. Not sad as in crying.. sad as in pathetic. Pathetic until his cell phone begins to play a familiar tune... that starts with sexy guitars. Only a guy like the Hype would use his own theme song as a ring tune! Hype: You got 'im! He says with a new found energy after flipping his phone open. The voice on the other end, however, just as suddenly sends Adam back into that sad and pathetic posture. Finger: Well, well... Hollywood Hype. Taking some time off from your busy schedule to answer your phone, huh? The sound of fingers voice sends a chill up Adams spine. His eyes go wide and his mouth dries up while he franticly thinks of something... aything to say! Hype: Finger! Hey... I was just about to call you as a matter of fact... Finger: Uh huh... Hype: Yea, listen... I've really been busting my ass here in FIW. I mean, the competition here is real stiff- Finger: Yea, also with killer figures and perfect skin. Adam goes quiet. Frozen by fear. Finger: Don't think you're pulling a fast one on me, buddy... I've been watching the show every week just like I said I would. And from what I've seen, you're far too consumed by this pathetic cruisade of yours to really pay attention to what's most important. Adam dares ask... Hype: And what's most important, Finger? Finger: My money! Adam kinda figured that's where this was going. Finger: Here's the bottom line, Hype. You owe me, and you owe me big. And no matter what lame-ass excuse you can come up with, in the end, I'm gonna get paid... and you're gonna be the on who pays me. No two ways about it. It took a real pair of balls to pull what you pulled back east, Hype,... I mean, taking a dive with everything on the line. Your title... your reputation. Then again... your reputation's always been that of a bottom feeding, sneaky weasel anyway. Adam finally boils over! Hype: For the last friggin' time, Finger... I didn't take a dive! Finger: You God damn well did, and you cost me a huge pay day, you son of a bitch! And I think I just finished saying that I don't want to hear any more of your weak excuses! All I want are resuts, Hype... and by results I mean money! My money! Now I see you sitting there all washed up and looking as shitty as you always do week in and week out... so I figured you could use an inspirational boost. Adam hangs on each and evey one of fingers haunting words. It's almost as if Finger speaking is dooms harold. Finger: So to get your lazy ass out of this funk and back on the right track, I figured I pay you a little visit in a couple weeks. Adam nearly passes out, if not for all the blood rushing in and out of his heavily pumping heart that is! HIs knuckles go white as he grips the phone and smooshes it against his ear. Hype: You... you're coming... you're coming here? To FIW? Finger: No, to your mothers for Thanks Giving... yea to FIW, you dumb shit! So that gives you a couple weeks to get you and your shit in order, 'cause if I show up and you don't have my money... then I'm coming for your blood. Click Terror consumes the Hype as he slowly snaps his phone shut and drops it ontop of the poster. Adams posture has certainly improved thanks to Fingers intense warning though! That's good... right? Adam sits silent a moment before he sighs alloud. Hype: I'm a dead man... [align=center]*Bong~!* Got Hype?[/align] |
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