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| Meet: Pac-Bull; Pac-Bull RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2008, 07:08 AM (61 Views) | |
| Craig | Apr 9 2008, 07:08 AM Post #1 |
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We’re back at the hotel Jericho is staying at in New York as he still has not vacated the premises from his time there last week. The mysterious ‘Jericho’ is stood outside his hotel suite door and is leaning against the wall. Wearing a t-shirt, the back of his forearm is bare and he is gingerly touching a recent cut. Jericho: Well that just wasn’t nice, was it? A noise can be heard, it’s footsteps getting louder so a person must be approaching. Jericho stands up straight and peers around the hallway. Lara Toni walks into shot, she’s wearing dark sunglasses and a large coat to conceal her identity. Underneath is the Hellcat Championship around her waist, oddly enough. Jericho: You would be late for your own funeral, my sweet. Yet another example of the shoddy management that you have become accustomed to. Lara raises her eyebrows and shrugs. Lara: Why am I here? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not having a great week. First Blake Orange has his own personal referee screw me time after time in the triple threat match then your ‘project’ beats the snot out of me after the match and if that wasn’t enough I’ve got to deal with mouthy Doctors. Top all that off with teaming up with Jaime Lee against two people I've never even heard of! Jericho places one finger up in the air and twirls it around as Lara talks, obviously ol’ Jericho isn’t interested in Lara’s sob story. As far as he’s concerned, she’s the Hellcat Champion and she should be able to deal with all the adversity he’s throwing her way. Jericho: You are here at my request! And when I say ‘request’ what I mean is demand! Today is a monumental day for what I have referred to as the ‘Fountain of Jericho’, the first official meeting of the Hellcat Champion and my Pac-Bull. Lara’s mood suddenly changes to one of anger, she gets up in the face of Jericho and is about to lay her hands on her manager when he places his own hands on her shoulders, she shrugs him off. Lara: In case you forgot, I already met that idiot! He hit me and dropped me and splashed me on ReVolt! You were there! Where is he? Jericho: Calm yoursel’ down. The eccentric character places his hands together to symbolise his sincerity. Jericho: What happened was a regrettable situation that I hope will never take place again! To answer your question, he is behind this very door. Lara: Let me in! I want to kick his ass! Jericho: As laughable as it may be that you, a tiny little woman, would kick the ass of the Pac-Bull…it’s not goin’ happen on my watch. Lara: You want to see what this tiny little woman can do? Why don’t you ask Roxie Galanoochie or Hembra Monstruo? Jericho: That will not be necessary, my sweet. Ol’ Jericho will show you what he is currently undertaking. Slightly confused Lara slips off her jacket and throws it aside. She puts her hands up as Jericho makes a cross on his chest and opens the door a little…Lara puts her hands down. Sat on the floor is Pac-Bull, a grumpy look across his face and his arms are folded as if he was a small child that has been scolded for the first time. Jericho pulls the door shut. Jericho: As you can see I am not a parent who treats their child with nothing but adoration. I treat Pac-Bull with only a strong hand, the same way my parents raised me and it never did Jericho any harm. Lara: It doesn’t show. Jericho: A word to the wise, my sweet. Sarcasm does not set well with ol’ Jericho so consider this your first and last warning. The next time I hear your mouth mumble something you shouldn’t in my presence, I will place my hand right down your throat and locate your beating heart. I will then find the greatest insecurity that you possess and I will shine the world’s largest spotlight on it for ALL to see for ALL of eternity. Do I make myself clear? Lara places her hands on her hips and nods her head just once. Jericho: Now come with me. Lara follows Jericho inside the room where Pac-Bull is still sitting on the carpet. As with his appearance in the trainer’s room, Pac-Bull does not acknowledge anybody else has entered the room even as the door slams shut behind Toni. Lara watches in awe as Jericho produces a chocolate bar from his pocket and Pac-Bull’s eyes light up. Pac-Bull: BLIP~BLIP! His grump outlook is replaced by one of delight as Jericho leads him via the chocolate to a chair. He then hands it to Pac-Bull, who slowly begins to eat it. Jericho: As you can see, all the man does is eat. He truly believes that he is the human embodiment of Pac-Man. He consumes a massive amount of food and that is the only way that I have been able to control him thus far. Lara looks down to see Pac-Bull licking his lips and staring at the chocolate. Her thoughts are interrupted by Jericho’s strong Southern accent. Jericho: The man is a 12-year-old child locked into an adult’s body with a complex that even qualified Shrinks have a hard time defining. Lara: Wait, we’re standing five feet away from him. You’re saying some pretty strong things about him but he isn’t punching you. I don’t get it. Jericho: A side effect of Dwayne’s condition is that he is completely oblivious to those around him when he is consuming. There is another subject I’d like to talk to you about, that. This is why I asked you to bring it… The Hellcat Championship is what he’s pointing to, the very belt currently around Lara’s waist. Jericho holds his hands out for her to give it to him. She un-straps it from her waist and holds it out to Jericho but at that moment Pac-Bull wolfs down the rest of his chocolate bar and snatches the Hellcat Championship away from Jericho. Lara: Hey! That’s my belt! Toni tries to retrieve her title but Jericho holds her back. He watches intently as Pac-Bull cradles the belt as if it were a baby, his baby. He holds it tight against his chest and rocks back and forth. Lara is about to protest to Jericho when she notices a glint in her manager’s eye. Jericho: Now that’s very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Jericho looks at Lara and flashes a satisfied bright white smile. |
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