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Angel; You ruined my sixth RP.
Topic Started: Feb 13 2009, 12:20 AM (40 Views)
Sean Madrox
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The scene opens up to the generic locker room of any arena, one that we have seen the exterior to and the lobby, but we have yet to see what actually entails inside this battered up arena. The concrete blocks are set rather awkwardly as the walls all seem to be looming over one rather than begin vertically evened, but once again what can you expect when you are in a foreign country.

The camera continues to pan around as Sean Madrox is sitting on a birch topped bench in the middle of the room with his right leg on the seat. He begins to unlace his diesel sneakers and places it on the other side of the seat. Just as he lowers his foot and begins to raise his left, Toby comes bursting in throw the only door into the locker room with sweat dripping down his forehead. Sean is taken back by the rather disgusting looking Toby Bostock, but then again why wouldn’t he be.

Toby is out of breathe and rather out of shape, so he doubles over with his hands on his knee trying to recuperate and get the words out of his mouth. He begins to heave loudly as he begins to use sign language with Sean. He raises his finger and points at himself and then back at Sean. But Sean doesn’t understand one bit and loses interest fairly quickly and goes back to his business of removing his street wear.

“I…just…saw…”

Sean gets up to his feet and he begins to pull the shirt off of his back and places it slowly on the seat like all of his other belongings before turning his back on Toby and opening up the locker designated with his name on top of it.

“…the television…had…Drake…”

Sean now begins to unbuckle his designer jeans and unzips the fly and pulls them down to around his ankles before stepping out of them and folding it and placing it with the rest.

“Do you realize that I’m not going anywhere numnuts?”

Toby nods his head as he finally is able to catch up to his breathe as Sean pulls out a white bath towel and wraps it around his waist,

“I was just trying to get here as fast as I could…the narrow hallways are crazy…”

Sean looks over at Toby with his eyebrow raised as if he really gives two shits what Toby had to do to get to the locker room.

“What the hell do you have to say? You are really starting to piss me off.”

“Well Drake had a video segment played and he was just pretty much trashing you and SS&S.”

Sean shrugs his shoulders as if not caring what the hell Drake has to say.

“Yeah, I managed to see that as soon as I walked into the locker room…”

“Oh you did?!”

“Yeah.”

Toby wipes the sweat from his forehead and he finally stands straight up relieved that he doesn’t have to go into detail about what Drake said.

“So what are your thoughts?”

“That the fucking guy is pathetic and likes to run his mouth, pretty much. He thinks that he can casually sit in a fucking bar and drink soda and talk all the smack in the world like if he had his own day-time talk show. He can take his two cent comments and shove them up his ass for all I care.”

Sean pulls all of his belongings together and places them inside of his locker and closes the door as he inches closer to the shower room, something that must be infested with athletes feet and every bad bacterial infection you can think of.

“What about him calling you a girl and always having your friends or a chair around to back you up?”

“He can continue to bitch and moan, but I really don’t care what he says about me…you don’t see me bitching about why he has fans and I don’t…so for every little comment he says he can kiss my ass. He was the one to show his face weeks ago in a match he had no reason being involved in and now he wants to play the innocent school girl…fuck him.”

“Well he did refer to SS&S as the power rangers…”

“Yeah now he is a comedian…bored now.”

Sean shrugs his shoulders as he continues his task of getting sparkly clean, but Toby continues to shoot out more questions.

“He still claims that he was undefeated at Nensai Senjou…”

“And he can be, but at least I was able to walk out of the PPV on my two legs with my head held high then on my back.”

Sean is now getting frustrated about the whole thing.

“Ummm…he did talk about the other opponents also…”

“Why don’t you go find them and bother them…then.”

Sean is trying to fill Toby’s head with ideas that would relieve him from the stress of the damn interview that so far is ridiculous.

“That is a good idea.”

“Great.”

Sean pushes the interview out of the locker room and locks the door.

“Fuck. Finally. Thank the angels.”
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