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| Sparkles The Vampire; A Rufus Harlowe Promotion | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 2 2010, 04:37 AM (58 Views) | |
| That Darn Seph | Jul 2 2010, 04:37 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens in a fine log cabin, a very refined aesthetically pleasing humble abode. The fireplace has a roaring fire going, and a polar bear skin rug laying right before it. To the left of all that, there is a leather recliner and a very angry looking Rufus Harlowe. His son, Roy, is standing to the left of him with his arms folded watching the flat screen television which seems to be playing the latest episode of 'The Bad Girls.' Rufus is looks like he just stepped out of a Brawny Man commercial, wearing red and black flannel shirt, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of brown worker boots. Roy is wearing a black t-shirt that reads in simple white font 'KING.' Rufus has a very bothered look on his face, he doesn't seem to be very pleased with what he is currently watching. Rufus: "What the fuck is this bullshit?" Rufus barks, his eyes wide with the crimson veins popping to his irises. Rufus: "Roy, you told me to watch these because they were legitiment promos! They're not promos! This is a fucking television show! I'm barely even in these GOD DAMN THINGS! What the fuck is this!? Roy!? ANSWER ME!" Roy shrugs, giving a smug frown. Roy: "They're your opponents. This is...what they do." Roy says, walking up to his father who sits in a rich reddish brown recliner. Rufus: "Back in my day vampires sucked blood, not dick! First this new generation changes vampires into sparkling queers and now...These women...THESE women are ruining the sport I worked so hard on all those years. They've turned what was once my bread and butter into some kind of...Reality television show! This is a mockery! Gah! Who the hell allowed women to wrestle men in the first place!? That Jenny character passes for a male, so that's quite alright in my book...but this...THIS! This is crossing the line." Rufus pulls himself up, grabbing his can of Budweiser and takes a long hard swig. He crushes the can and throws it across the room, the clang of aluminum sounding off throughout the room. Rufus: "Get me another one, DAMMIT!" Roy jumps at his father's exclamation and darts across the house. Rufus: "I've had it! These young fucks dragging wrestling's good name through the mud like it was some kind...some kind of whore! Publicity, accolades....Where's the respect in these promos? Bunch of hormonal chemically imbalanced women. WOMEN for God's sakes! Listen up ladies, your feet are smaller than mine to keep your closer to the sink not so you can try to stand toe to toe with a LEGEND like me." Rufus grunts, pulling out a pack of American Spirits from his flannel breast pocket. He pulls one out and puts it firmly between his lips. Rufus: "I swear to God you come to that ring without a sandwich....Oh, God you better put mayonnaise on that fucking thing. Because if you come to that ring and expect to fight me...I'm going to beat you like a man. You wanna play in a MAN'S sport, you're going to get the shit kicked out of you like the men you're trying to be. I've been thrown down a flight of stairs and kicked in the face and what do I get? I get THIS? It's like one insult after another! Well I'm TIRED of it! ROY!? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BEER!?" Rufus has obviously been drinking tonight, Roy scrambles into the room. Placing the beer in his father's hand, Rufus looks down at the can and then back at his son. Rufus: "The fuck is this? It's not going to open itself, OPEN IT!" Roy cringes, placing his hands on top of the can and opens the can. Rufus plucks a zippo out of his jeans and clicks it open. He lights his cigarette and growls through gritted teeth. Rufus: "Get me another one." Roy slowly backs out of the room to the kitchen, Rufus turns back to the camera. Rufus: "What's worse? I'm partnered up with Rick Nuller. That walking abomination, saying his prayers and taking his vitamins. Well, he better prepare himself a big dinner the night before I strip him of that title. Because I'm going to show big boy how much spring this ring veteran has. I'm looking to show him that I'm more than capable...that I am deserving...MORE deserving than he is for that belt that doesn't even fit around his canyon sized waist." Plucking the cigarette out of his mouth, Rufus brings his wizard of booze to his mouth, giving him more than enough courage to sprout the hateful tirade he's got going on. He brings the can away from his mouth and continues. Rufus: "Max Rowley?...I like him. He's alright in my book." Rufus puts his cigarette back in his mouth and places his hind quarters back in his comfy leather chair. Rufus: "Who the fuck else is in this match...Roy! Who the fuck else am I facing?" Rufus yells through the house, Roy bounces his response back from the kitchen. Roy: "Anna, I believe." Rufus slams his fist into the arm of his chair, snorting through his nose. Rufus: "Anna? ANNA!? That cum drenched dumpster that wrongfully holds the claim of being the final Cruiserweight Champion? Heh...I think I'll do my pal' Krychek a favor by DOOM Fisting her in the mouth. There's going to be a lot of fisting going on from the closed hand of Rufus Harlowe on Sunday night. And I guarantee you it'll be biggest things these ladies will have ever felt graze their pouty lips." Rufus takes his burned out cigarette and places it into the golden Ashtray that sits on the Tv tray beside his leather recliner. Rufus picks up the remote, and changes the channel. Rufus: "Fuck this, I'm watching football." Rufus guzzles the rest of his beer and tosses it in the direction of the kitchen. Rufus: "The FUCK is my beer!?" The sound of Roy fumbling in the kitchen and the scene closes and fades and we have reached the END |
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