Post by cureforthesickness on Mar 21, 2007 1:16:21 GMT -5
Street signs fly by in a blur. The neon lights of the town leaving little but a haze. It’s near dusk and all the street lights are on, leaving the street in a well lit glow from the combination sunlight and street lights. A jet black Ford Escort buzzes down the street in a blaze. The citizens of the city watch as this car flies by them with reckless abandonment. In the driver’s seat sits Obo, looking particularly pissed off. His eyes are locked on the road as the speedometer in front of him reaches into the 60 MPS mark in city streets. Obo makes a wicked turn, nearly taking out a light pole. As he turns onto the straight away, he begins to speak with an agitated tone.
Obo: There comes a time in every man’s life that he has enough. He has seen enough of the world and all the stupidity that comes with it. Pressure on the person reaches a maximum and he crumbles. He reaches his absolute breaking point and falls beneath the weight. At this point, this is me. I survived the fall, but people were quick to jump on me and destroy my already broken back. Reverend Shadow. Your attempt at my destruction is your self destruction. You should not tilt an already unstable structure.
Obo makes a quick turn, nearly crashing into on coming traffic, but he seems unfazed, continuing his quest.
Obo: Reverend Shadow thinks it’s a good idea to make a vendetta with me. The last person who did this was Percy. We all know what happened to Percy. Rev, you’re fucked. You’re straight up fucked. You signed your own death warrant when you messed with my kid. I know it’s common nature for Reverends to mess with kids, but you picked the wrong one, you son of a bitch.
Horns blare from every direction as Obo makes another sharp turn, this time even hitting the sidewalk.
Obo: Reverend.. You’ve created a monster. No body wants to see a calm father figure any more, they want Obo. They want a fucking possessed lunatic. And you know, Reverend, I thought I put the days of untamed insanity behind me. I thought I could finally let my mind rest and prove myself as a more than capable wrestler. I did the pure rules rope break bullshit. It pissed me off and I thought the match completely fucking sucked, but I did it. But Reverend, you couldn’t just take your win and ride off into the sunset with the championship belt and let me go on to a feud with someone like Yukio Blaze. You had to continue to taunt the big dog in the yard. You had to come into my yard and hit me in the head with a stick.
Obo finally slows down as he pulls into a parking lot. Only two cars sit in the parking lot built for many more, so Obo has no problems finding a suitable parking spot. He turns off his car and opens the driver’s door, stepping out onto the slightly dampened asphalt.
Obo: But Rev, this was a mistake. You see, with your mind games, you signed not only your own death warrant, but the death warrant of all those who come in my path. Your mistress, for example, is also in the path of my destruction. And your student Reckless. How I loathe those who have everything given to them.
Obo’s voice changes to an eerily calm tone.
Obo: Reckless, I personally think you’re a nice guy. But you picked the wrong damn time to mess with me. Normally, I’d just beat you up a little bit, maybe drop you on your head a time or two to prove a point. But this week, thanks to Reverend, you’re gonna die. This isn’t about wins or losses, you’re gonna fucking die.. And remember, send the funeral bill to the good Reverend, because the blood is on his hands..
Obo steps out of his car and shuts the door, quickly pushing a button on his key chain to set the alarm. Obo walks the short distance from his car to the front door and casually opens, entering the building.
The gray haired doctor Baldwin sits at his desk in a splendid four piece suit. Papers lay all over the desk, some professional and formal, while others have pictures and are on crumbled notebook paper. Doctor Baldwin looks at all the notes with the utmost care until a beep is heard. A female voice echoes from no where.
Voice: Doctor Baldwin, your 8 o’clock is here..
Doctor Baldwin quickly rounds up all the papers on his desk and slides them into a manila folder, which he places securely into his desk. He straightens his tie before pushing a red button on the black box on his desk.
Doctor Baldwin: I think I’m ready for him, send him in..
Through the door walks Obo. His hair is messy and he seems unkempt. Draped over his body loosely is a black hooded sweatshirt and baggy black pants. In the center of the sweatshirt is a crimson logo with a blood dripping design that says “Obo”. Obo heads to a near by couch and quickly plops down. Doctor Baldwin is leery to retake his seat, but soon does. After sitting down, he reaches into his desk and pulls out a rather thick file, setting it down on his desk.
Baldwin: Phillip, our last conversation did not go well. I’d like to request that you remain seated today until we are done..
Obo: Whatever..
Baldwin: You seem a bit.. down today.. Is something bothering you?
Obo: Yeah..
Baldwin: Care to discuss?
Obo: Well, I broke my fucking ankle, my daughter worships the anti-Christ, my ex-wife is probably fucking said anti-Christ, and it’s raining.
Baldwin: I see… well, you can’t control the weather, so we should probably abandon that gripe right now..
Obo: So what about the sleezeball in the robe..
Baldwin: Your ex-wife’s new husband?
Obo: They aren’t married.
Baldwin: Your ex-wife’s new partner?
Obo: You’re a fucking idiot..
Baldwin: Well.. Err.. What about your ankle..
Obo: I broke it trying to cripple an emo. It’s kind of wired together right now. Bruised to hell.
Baldwin: I guess I’m missing something..
Obo: I’m a professional wrestler. Last week, in a match, I jumped really high and landed on my feet, basicly destroying my left foot..
Baldwin: But you walked in here perfectly fine..
Obo: Vicoden is a wonderful drug..
Baldwin: You’re abusing pills?
Obo: You could say that, although I think a vicoden for a destroyed ankle is a fair trade off..
Baldwin: You’ve had problems with pills in the past..
Obo: Yeah, but my supplier is gone. I haven’t seen Michael in six months.
Baldwin: If you keep to your prescription on your pills..
Obo: Yeah, right…
A cell phone begins to ring. Obo reaches into the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and pulls out a small flip phone. Upon seeing the number he quickly flips it open and puts it to his ear.
Obo: Hello!
….
Obo: Hello?
….
Obo: You fucking cunt, I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you when I find you! I know you’re fucking the Reverend…
….
Obo throws the phone down and quickly storms out of the room. Doctor Baldwin is quick to grab the phone lift it up. He puts it to his ear and attempt to communicate.
Baldwin: Hello?
On the other end of the phone, the voice of Ashley echoes through.
Ashley: When he stops freaking out and turning green, tell him his daughter wants to come home.
Baldwin: He’s already left..
Ashley: Who’s this?
Baldwin: My name is Thomas Baldwin.
Ashley: Well Tommy, tell Phil to come get his demon spawn. I’ve got some shit to do and don’t want a munchkin around for it.
Baldwin: He’s already left, and I must advice you, he’s not in a good mood..
Ashley: What a surprise.. (click)
Obo: There comes a time in every man’s life that he has enough. He has seen enough of the world and all the stupidity that comes with it. Pressure on the person reaches a maximum and he crumbles. He reaches his absolute breaking point and falls beneath the weight. At this point, this is me. I survived the fall, but people were quick to jump on me and destroy my already broken back. Reverend Shadow. Your attempt at my destruction is your self destruction. You should not tilt an already unstable structure.
Obo makes a quick turn, nearly crashing into on coming traffic, but he seems unfazed, continuing his quest.
Obo: Reverend Shadow thinks it’s a good idea to make a vendetta with me. The last person who did this was Percy. We all know what happened to Percy. Rev, you’re fucked. You’re straight up fucked. You signed your own death warrant when you messed with my kid. I know it’s common nature for Reverends to mess with kids, but you picked the wrong one, you son of a bitch.
Horns blare from every direction as Obo makes another sharp turn, this time even hitting the sidewalk.
Obo: Reverend.. You’ve created a monster. No body wants to see a calm father figure any more, they want Obo. They want a fucking possessed lunatic. And you know, Reverend, I thought I put the days of untamed insanity behind me. I thought I could finally let my mind rest and prove myself as a more than capable wrestler. I did the pure rules rope break bullshit. It pissed me off and I thought the match completely fucking sucked, but I did it. But Reverend, you couldn’t just take your win and ride off into the sunset with the championship belt and let me go on to a feud with someone like Yukio Blaze. You had to continue to taunt the big dog in the yard. You had to come into my yard and hit me in the head with a stick.
Obo finally slows down as he pulls into a parking lot. Only two cars sit in the parking lot built for many more, so Obo has no problems finding a suitable parking spot. He turns off his car and opens the driver’s door, stepping out onto the slightly dampened asphalt.
Obo: But Rev, this was a mistake. You see, with your mind games, you signed not only your own death warrant, but the death warrant of all those who come in my path. Your mistress, for example, is also in the path of my destruction. And your student Reckless. How I loathe those who have everything given to them.
Obo’s voice changes to an eerily calm tone.
Obo: Reckless, I personally think you’re a nice guy. But you picked the wrong damn time to mess with me. Normally, I’d just beat you up a little bit, maybe drop you on your head a time or two to prove a point. But this week, thanks to Reverend, you’re gonna die. This isn’t about wins or losses, you’re gonna fucking die.. And remember, send the funeral bill to the good Reverend, because the blood is on his hands..
Obo steps out of his car and shuts the door, quickly pushing a button on his key chain to set the alarm. Obo walks the short distance from his car to the front door and casually opens, entering the building.
_____________________
The gray haired doctor Baldwin sits at his desk in a splendid four piece suit. Papers lay all over the desk, some professional and formal, while others have pictures and are on crumbled notebook paper. Doctor Baldwin looks at all the notes with the utmost care until a beep is heard. A female voice echoes from no where.
Voice: Doctor Baldwin, your 8 o’clock is here..
Doctor Baldwin quickly rounds up all the papers on his desk and slides them into a manila folder, which he places securely into his desk. He straightens his tie before pushing a red button on the black box on his desk.
Doctor Baldwin: I think I’m ready for him, send him in..
Through the door walks Obo. His hair is messy and he seems unkempt. Draped over his body loosely is a black hooded sweatshirt and baggy black pants. In the center of the sweatshirt is a crimson logo with a blood dripping design that says “Obo”. Obo heads to a near by couch and quickly plops down. Doctor Baldwin is leery to retake his seat, but soon does. After sitting down, he reaches into his desk and pulls out a rather thick file, setting it down on his desk.
Baldwin: Phillip, our last conversation did not go well. I’d like to request that you remain seated today until we are done..
Obo: Whatever..
Baldwin: You seem a bit.. down today.. Is something bothering you?
Obo: Yeah..
Baldwin: Care to discuss?
Obo: Well, I broke my fucking ankle, my daughter worships the anti-Christ, my ex-wife is probably fucking said anti-Christ, and it’s raining.
Baldwin: I see… well, you can’t control the weather, so we should probably abandon that gripe right now..
Obo: So what about the sleezeball in the robe..
Baldwin: Your ex-wife’s new husband?
Obo: They aren’t married.
Baldwin: Your ex-wife’s new partner?
Obo: You’re a fucking idiot..
Baldwin: Well.. Err.. What about your ankle..
Obo: I broke it trying to cripple an emo. It’s kind of wired together right now. Bruised to hell.
Baldwin: I guess I’m missing something..
Obo: I’m a professional wrestler. Last week, in a match, I jumped really high and landed on my feet, basicly destroying my left foot..
Baldwin: But you walked in here perfectly fine..
Obo: Vicoden is a wonderful drug..
Baldwin: You’re abusing pills?
Obo: You could say that, although I think a vicoden for a destroyed ankle is a fair trade off..
Baldwin: You’ve had problems with pills in the past..
Obo: Yeah, but my supplier is gone. I haven’t seen Michael in six months.
Baldwin: If you keep to your prescription on your pills..
Obo: Yeah, right…
A cell phone begins to ring. Obo reaches into the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and pulls out a small flip phone. Upon seeing the number he quickly flips it open and puts it to his ear.
Obo: Hello!
….
Obo: Hello?
….
Obo: You fucking cunt, I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you when I find you! I know you’re fucking the Reverend…
….
Obo throws the phone down and quickly storms out of the room. Doctor Baldwin is quick to grab the phone lift it up. He puts it to his ear and attempt to communicate.
Baldwin: Hello?
On the other end of the phone, the voice of Ashley echoes through.
Ashley: When he stops freaking out and turning green, tell him his daughter wants to come home.
Baldwin: He’s already left..
Ashley: Who’s this?
Baldwin: My name is Thomas Baldwin.
Ashley: Well Tommy, tell Phil to come get his demon spawn. I’ve got some shit to do and don’t want a munchkin around for it.
Baldwin: He’s already left, and I must advice you, he’s not in a good mood..
Ashley: What a surprise.. (click)
, things didn't go my way, I'm gonna complain on PPV and bring in Luther Castle". That's emo enough for me.
But yea, I'm pretty sure this rp would look different hindsight the storyline involved between yourself and Shadow.