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Focus; Pac-Bull RP
Topic Started: Apr 17 2008, 07:04 AM (45 Views)
Craig
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A bar is a place that should be filled with people milling, enjoying the company of others and most of all a place where alcohol in vast amounts in consumed. However, the bar we frequent on this evening is not a populated venue. Instead it is vacated save for two figures sat at the bar on stools. The only alcohol being consumed is the glass at the hand of ‘Jericho’ and the bottle is conveniently placed beside him. Looking down, a snapped pool cue and shards of broken glass are on the floor.

Jericho: This Sunday on Revolt, Dwayne, is another chance to deliver a message to the watching Full Intensity Rasslin’ community. Last week we took a little scrawny punk like Dragon and we RUINED HIM! We left that boy down on the mat, a beaten and pathetic specimen.

Pac-Bull: BLIP~BLIP!

Jericho: That’s right my man, yes we did! We took him in the palm of your oversized hand and we slammed him, and we crunched him, and we squashed him! Like a bug! We showed the entire world that we are a force to be reckoned with!

Like a crescendo, Jericho is building up to the peak moment in his speech and with each passing sentence Pac-Bull rises a little in his chair and slams his fist down on the bar top.

Jericho: We picked him up with so much ease and we took the innocence of his eyes! We pummelled him into oblivion and we smeared his soul all over the canvas! We lay those catcher’s mitts you call hands on him, he was shredded from pillar to post in the most dominant display the Rasslin’ business has ever seen! We cut his career short by 10 years!

His use of the word ‘we’ rather than ‘you’ is rather disconcerting but Pac-Bull seems to be readily accepting it, nodding along and working himself up along with Jericho. Jericho is a deft hand when it comes to manipulation and it’s not a far cry to think that his use of ‘we’ would reinforce his own presence as a necessity.

Jericho: We crushed his spirit! We annihilated that son-of-a-bitch! He was OUR bitch! Say it with me!

Pac-Bull: BLIP! Dragon bitchy! Bitch Dragon-y! BLIP!

Jericho: That’s right my brother!

Jericho’s ‘project’ is literally bouncing up and down on his stool, such an action would cause a worry that he’ll break it but this stool is made of stern stuff. Jericho changes his tone though, he goes low and full of regret.

Jericho: Of course what happened afterwards was unfortunate. My Hellcat Champion shows up and hits Dragon with a chair just as we were about to pin him. If it weren’t for that crazy kid then we’d be sitting here a winner in our debut match. That’ll be dealt with in time but she wasn’t the only one who showed up, was she?

Pac-Bull shakes his head and raises a hand above his head. He appears to be feeling downright chatty today.

Pac-Bull: BLIP! Big fucker! BLIP~BLIP!

Jericho: That be right. ‘Big’ Finn McConnaigh shows up just when we were going to slap the Hellkitty around. You’d think that he would request a match with you himself wouldn’t you? Of course, he’s yella. He gets his brother to do his dirty work for him. He sends his brother to take you on and get a feel of the way the land lies. That’s a coward for you right there.

His glass may be empty but Jericho’s arm is swinging it back and forth, thus attracting the attention of Pac-Bull. The Buffalo’s eyes follow it carefully until Jericho notices and pulls the glass away from him.

Jericho: You know who he is, he teams with his brother and a Priest. I was listening to him talk just last week…fascinating. I happen to know my own little quote from the story that is known as the bible. “God works all things for good.” Romans 8:28. “Bullshit.” Ol’ Jericho. 6’3. Buck eighty-five after a bottle of whisky. So here is what our plan is.

Jericho reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a glossy picture. It’s one of Owen McConnaigh used for the FIW website. He opens it out, places it delicately on the bar in front of his Beast and rubs his hand down on it to get the creases out.

Jericho: This is Owen McConnaigh. He’s a Eunuch. Focus on his face. Focus on his snide smile. This is the man we will destroy on Sunday. This is the man we will defeat. This time there won’t be any Hellkitty stopping us.

Nodding, Pac-Bull leans over the picture and snarls. Jericho smiles a toothy grin but his attention is diverted by the sound of the bar door creaking open. Jericho sharply turns around and subtly takes hold of his bottle. He then replaces it on the counter as the intruder’s identity becomes apparent.

Jericho: Can I be of assistance?

Jeff Noon: Hi there!

Noon waves in his goofy manner and Jericho pats his ‘project’ on the shoulder. Noon negotiates stepping over the broken glass as he heads over to where Jericho is now stood.

Noon: All I’m after is a very quick comment and I’ll be out of your hair. Pac-Bull has Owen McConnaigh this week…any thoughts?

Jericho: I would like to first thank you for this opportunity to speak out. What little Owen needs to listen to is that we’re going to take him down, down deeper into the depths of hell than he has ever been before and then we’re going to return alone. We gave him the chance to walk away but he chose to stand by his brother, to leave us alone but still he comes so he made his bed and now he's going to lie in it.

There is a small scuffle behind him, assuming that Pac-Bull merely lost his balance on the stool Jericho continues.

Jericho: This match represents bad advice all around. Bad advice from Finn McConnaigh to send his brother out like a lamb to the slaughter. Dwayne here has guidance from me. He has a destiny that I will personally ensure he achieves.

Jericho turns around to big Pac-Bull up but something is missing. He looks down onto the bar to see no picture of Owen McConnaigh. At that very moment, Pac-Bull burps. Jericho raises his eyebrows and sighs. He points to the door and Jeff Noon briefly hesitates before running away as the intimidating Pac-Bull stands from his stool. Noon crunches the glass under his feet as he skips away, leaving Jericho to deal with his charge.
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