Post by DC Antonio on Apr 17, 2010 8:49:18 GMT -6
OOC Note* There was some weird coding on it when I hit the preview button. If it appears when I post, try to ignore it. It doesn't make the RP unreadable.
¡ñ DC Antonio ¨C Version 1 ¡ñ
DC Antonio v. Waylon Hawthorne
*The scene fades in. DC Antonio sits behind a large cherry oak table. Atop the table sits somewhere around 12 guns, different shapes and sizes of knifes, brass knuckles, along with an abundance of other weapons used in combat. DC picks up a pair of brass knuckles, puts them on his fist, checks out how he looks with it on, and then sets them back down. After a minute or so of examining the items, he turns to his main partner in crime, Domineco.*
DC ¨C Man, what a haul.
Dom ¨C No kidding. I can¡¯t believe those goons had all that sh*t in their house.
DC ¨C How many houses you hit last night?
Dom ¨C Probably¡3 or 4. Got a bunch of stuff. Flat screens, computers, the total haul.
DC ¨C Ya¡¯ know, I would take my cut as usual just for planning all this, but I don¡¯t have the time a¡¯ day to count all that dough. I got signed to the SWA, some wrestlin¡¯ company. Gotta match against some old-tima¡¯ named Waylon Hawthorne. Gotta fly up ta¡¯ Washington¡the match payoff for this should be some quality stack, though.
Dom ¨C Ah, you got the signing you were lookin¡¯ for? Well, me and B Eazy, we¡¯re just gonna take it easy for tha¡¯ next few weeks. That cool boss?
DC ¨C Yeah. Get the heat off tha¡¯ block man, 5-0 rollin through here day and night. Gotta go catch a flight homes, peace out.
*DC stands up from the table, slaps hands with his friend, grabs a pair of brass knuckles slipping them into his jeans pocket, and slips out the front door of his one-bedroom apartment, into the big city of New York. Scene fades.*
*Scene cuts in from black. DC Antonio is dressed in his best as he strolls down the halls of the local hotel in Spokane. His rolling luggage bag drags behind him as he swipes his key card and enters the hotel.*
DC ¨C DAMN, what a room!
*The room is lined with flowery wallpaper. The room smells like incense. The entrance room is decorated with fancy tables, nice vases atop them, expensive artwork, ect. Dim lighting in the room makes it easy on the eyes as DC walks over to his King Sized bed. He throws his luggage bag onto the bed, unzips the top pouch, and pulls out an array of clothes. He is hanging up a few shirts when his cell phone hip-holster vibrates. DC flips open the holder, pulls out his HTC phone, and answers.*
Molly ¨C Where the hell are you Derek? Dom said you went to Washington!!
DC ¨C You got it babe. Gotta signin¡¯ with this wrestlin¡¯ biz. Gotta make us some money. This hustlin¡¯ just isn¡¯t doin¡¯ it.
Molly ¨C When¡¯s your first match?
DC ¨C Saturday Night Fever, Waylon Hawthorne. It¡¯ll be on TV.
Molly ¨C I¡¯ll be watchin¡¯.
DC ¨C I know you will. Gotta jet, got¡¯ go take care of some biz¡¯. Bye.
*DC hangs up. He changes shirts quickly, into a Tapout t-shirt, grabs his brass knuckles from the suitcase, and exits the hotel room.*
*Scene fades in. SWA¡¯s newest talent DC Antonio stands before a camera, along with an SWA Interviewer, 2 hours before Fever showtime. DC is wearing black boxing trunks, a muscle t-shirt, fighting gloves, and some black and red wrestling boots. His hair is spiked up in the middle. The SWA Interviewer starts off. *
Interviewer ¨C I would like the followers of SWA to please welcome DC Antonio, from New York City. DC¡tell me a little about yourself.
DC ¨C Escuzi¡that¡¯s Mr. Antonio to you. About myself? I¡¯m a full blooded Italian. Don¡¯t look at me as that ¡°Italian bad boy¡±, but rather SWA¡¯s future World Champion. This week I start out against¡¡±The Geriatric One¡±, Waylon Hawthorne.
Interviewer ¨C How do you feel about that?
DC ¨C Waylon Hawthorne¡an old respected member of the original SWA. How cute. I don¡¯t think he is able to comprehend what he has gotten himself into. No, the real question is, how does he feel about that? With him being the past of the SWA, a former TV champion, he obviously had some skill back in his day. The key word is HAD. No longer are you what you once were, Waylon. People no longer cheer to see the likes of you get your ass stomped by a so-called rookie. To me, it looks like I have more wrestling expertise in my right ass cheek than you have in your entire body.
Interviewer ¨C You seem to be underestimating him, Mr. Antonio. What do you think?
DC ¨C Shut up. There is no underestimating anyone like him. That isn¡¯t even possible. He is absolutely terrible. He got beat by a damn clown! In a rusty blade on a pole match? What the hell is that? Better yet, who cares. Waylon, I know you are hard of hearing, so I am going to say this really, really loud so I know you hear me. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE YOUR OLD ASS KICKED ON FEVER. Bring your all old man, otherwise you are due for a major upset. I am not the youngster that you are assuming I am. I have seen and witnessed more shit than you in my 23 years against your 65 years of age.
Interviewer ¨C Are you confident you can win, Mr. Antonio?
DC ¨C Hell yea¡¯ I¡¯m confident. By the time the bell rings, Waylon is going to wish he stayed in that retirement home and never came out. Not only will he need a hearing aid, he will need life support. On Fever, Hawthorne, I take you on in my game. I crossed the United States just to get my hands on you. I will not go down with a loss. Even with your Alzheimer¡¯s, I will not be one that you will soon forget.
I¡¯ma do what I do best, and that¡my friend, is kick your ass. I¡¯ll be seein¡¯ ya¡¯ old ass on Saturday.
* DC slicks his hair back, and walks off the set. The interviewer gives a confused look at the camera. The scene fades out. *
¡ñ DC Antonio ¨C Version 1 ¡ñ
DC Antonio v. Waylon Hawthorne
Scene 1 ¨C NYC
*The scene fades in. DC Antonio sits behind a large cherry oak table. Atop the table sits somewhere around 12 guns, different shapes and sizes of knifes, brass knuckles, along with an abundance of other weapons used in combat. DC picks up a pair of brass knuckles, puts them on his fist, checks out how he looks with it on, and then sets them back down. After a minute or so of examining the items, he turns to his main partner in crime, Domineco.*
DC ¨C Man, what a haul.
Dom ¨C No kidding. I can¡¯t believe those goons had all that sh*t in their house.
DC ¨C How many houses you hit last night?
Dom ¨C Probably¡3 or 4. Got a bunch of stuff. Flat screens, computers, the total haul.
DC ¨C Ya¡¯ know, I would take my cut as usual just for planning all this, but I don¡¯t have the time a¡¯ day to count all that dough. I got signed to the SWA, some wrestlin¡¯ company. Gotta match against some old-tima¡¯ named Waylon Hawthorne. Gotta fly up ta¡¯ Washington¡the match payoff for this should be some quality stack, though.
Dom ¨C Ah, you got the signing you were lookin¡¯ for? Well, me and B Eazy, we¡¯re just gonna take it easy for tha¡¯ next few weeks. That cool boss?
DC ¨C Yeah. Get the heat off tha¡¯ block man, 5-0 rollin through here day and night. Gotta go catch a flight homes, peace out.
*DC stands up from the table, slaps hands with his friend, grabs a pair of brass knuckles slipping them into his jeans pocket, and slips out the front door of his one-bedroom apartment, into the big city of New York. Scene fades.*
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Scene 2 ¨C Hotel Room
*Scene cuts in from black. DC Antonio is dressed in his best as he strolls down the halls of the local hotel in Spokane. His rolling luggage bag drags behind him as he swipes his key card and enters the hotel.*
DC ¨C DAMN, what a room!
*The room is lined with flowery wallpaper. The room smells like incense. The entrance room is decorated with fancy tables, nice vases atop them, expensive artwork, ect. Dim lighting in the room makes it easy on the eyes as DC walks over to his King Sized bed. He throws his luggage bag onto the bed, unzips the top pouch, and pulls out an array of clothes. He is hanging up a few shirts when his cell phone hip-holster vibrates. DC flips open the holder, pulls out his HTC phone, and answers.*
Molly ¨C Where the hell are you Derek? Dom said you went to Washington!!
DC ¨C You got it babe. Gotta signin¡¯ with this wrestlin¡¯ biz. Gotta make us some money. This hustlin¡¯ just isn¡¯t doin¡¯ it.
Molly ¨C When¡¯s your first match?
DC ¨C Saturday Night Fever, Waylon Hawthorne. It¡¯ll be on TV.
Molly ¨C I¡¯ll be watchin¡¯.
DC ¨C I know you will. Gotta jet, got¡¯ go take care of some biz¡¯. Bye.
*DC hangs up. He changes shirts quickly, into a Tapout t-shirt, grabs his brass knuckles from the suitcase, and exits the hotel room.*
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Scene 3 ¨C SWA Arena
*Scene fades in. SWA¡¯s newest talent DC Antonio stands before a camera, along with an SWA Interviewer, 2 hours before Fever showtime. DC is wearing black boxing trunks, a muscle t-shirt, fighting gloves, and some black and red wrestling boots. His hair is spiked up in the middle. The SWA Interviewer starts off. *
Interviewer ¨C I would like the followers of SWA to please welcome DC Antonio, from New York City. DC¡tell me a little about yourself.
DC ¨C Escuzi¡that¡¯s Mr. Antonio to you. About myself? I¡¯m a full blooded Italian. Don¡¯t look at me as that ¡°Italian bad boy¡±, but rather SWA¡¯s future World Champion. This week I start out against¡¡±The Geriatric One¡±, Waylon Hawthorne.
Interviewer ¨C How do you feel about that?
DC ¨C Waylon Hawthorne¡an old respected member of the original SWA. How cute. I don¡¯t think he is able to comprehend what he has gotten himself into. No, the real question is, how does he feel about that? With him being the past of the SWA, a former TV champion, he obviously had some skill back in his day. The key word is HAD. No longer are you what you once were, Waylon. People no longer cheer to see the likes of you get your ass stomped by a so-called rookie. To me, it looks like I have more wrestling expertise in my right ass cheek than you have in your entire body.
Interviewer ¨C You seem to be underestimating him, Mr. Antonio. What do you think?
DC ¨C Shut up. There is no underestimating anyone like him. That isn¡¯t even possible. He is absolutely terrible. He got beat by a damn clown! In a rusty blade on a pole match? What the hell is that? Better yet, who cares. Waylon, I know you are hard of hearing, so I am going to say this really, really loud so I know you hear me. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE YOUR OLD ASS KICKED ON FEVER. Bring your all old man, otherwise you are due for a major upset. I am not the youngster that you are assuming I am. I have seen and witnessed more shit than you in my 23 years against your 65 years of age.
Interviewer ¨C Are you confident you can win, Mr. Antonio?
DC ¨C Hell yea¡¯ I¡¯m confident. By the time the bell rings, Waylon is going to wish he stayed in that retirement home and never came out. Not only will he need a hearing aid, he will need life support. On Fever, Hawthorne, I take you on in my game. I crossed the United States just to get my hands on you. I will not go down with a loss. Even with your Alzheimer¡¯s, I will not be one that you will soon forget.
I¡¯ma do what I do best, and that¡my friend, is kick your ass. I¡¯ll be seein¡¯ ya¡¯ old ass on Saturday.
* DC slicks his hair back, and walks off the set. The interviewer gives a confused look at the camera. The scene fades out. *
¡ñ End Roleplay 1¡ñ
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