Post by John on Feb 2, 2018 15:37:00 GMT -8
(OOC: So I have been taking some time from efedding and I'm getting back in this crazy game now. So I started writting last month to ease back into it. So this RP isn't going to make any sense what so ever without at least skimming what I have written before this. So I leave some links so you can check em out and "Get caught up")
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 & Part 6
Part 5
A week ago
Nanook’s Limo….
“YOU SCREWED ME MAX!!!! YOU BENT ME OVER AND SHOVED YOUR FIST UP MY ASS!!!” A irate Nanook is screaming into his phone. Meanwhile Bester is holding his beloved kitty Sparky and is kinda shielding him from the very graphic description of what went down a hour ago in the San Diego High School Gym.
“WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THAT? WHEN IN THE…..OH? I FUCKED YOU OVER? WHEN? HUH! BUDDY! YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, I NEVER FUCKED YOU OVER ON ANYTHING!” A red faced Nanook says and he’s a bright shade of red from anger, not from his blood pressure being sky high.
“YOU’RE DEAD TO ME! FUCKING DEAD! YOU DON’T FUCK ME OVER LIKE THAT AND GET TO KEEP GETTING MY HELP! OH IS THAT RIGHT? YOU CAN MAKE THAT SHIT HOLE HAPPEN ALL ON YOUR OWN? Yeah good luck pal!”
Nanook just ends the call. No goodbyes, no well wishes, love ya’s or anything like that, just click and we’re done. Nanook tosses his phone on the seat next to him in the limo. He’s so pissed right now. Bester is like, burying his nose in the fluffy, warm, soft neck of Spartacus as he tries to hide to avoid any of Nanook’s wrath himself. Nanook tries to calm himself. Deep breath. He unbuttons the top button on his shirt and yanks at his tie loosening it.
“I can’t believe what happened. That prick….” Nanook begins to say and stops as he catches himself getting all worked up again. “All I have done for him and he goes and pulls that stunt.”
“Who Mister Nanook? Mister Max?” Bester asks.
“No, Joe. Yeah Max too but he is a nobody so who cares about him. He’ll never get that promotion out of high school gyms. I brought him a legit big time star. A big money draw who was making his return to the ring after sitting out for the last 7 months? And he couldn’t fill that place. You could have easily have gotten a thousand people in that joint, he barely got 50. I know how to use social media!” Nanook says mockingly.
“Joe….walking in there with that fucking midget…..fucking….James….”
Bester closes his eyes and tries to hide. It’s not that he’s afraid of James, Joe, or Max for that matter. It’s all of the swearing.
“Mister Nanook sir.”
Nanook knows why Bester is like, hiding behind his cat.
“Sorry Best. I just….” Pauses to not curse. “Upset that’s all. I know how you hate naughty words. I’ll try to refrain from dropping any more F bombs.”
“Thank you Mister Nanook.”
“I can’t believe he got signed.” Nanook says as he pictures Joe in that Whirlwind Wrestling tee. “How did he manage that? I talked to Mynx and Thatcher this morning and they swore, they promised that they weren’t signing Joe. Roster spots are…..man they are going to be hard to come by in that place. They are not going to sign just anyone. Only guys who can draw, guys who are going to put in the time and effort. I hate to say this but they are really looking for Company Guys Best. Not some guy who is going to be in half dozen other promotions and can’t dedicate all of their time to them. Especially if they are going become their champion. They only have one belt Best. One championship. That is why I want to get you there in the worst way. Man…”
Nanook leans forward and scoops up his phone. He looks at Bester who lowers his beloved kitty Spartacus.
“If you can get in that place, do what you do best, put on those hard hitting matches that you were just starting to put on in San Fran, I know you were going to outshine everyone there and I feel you had a great shot at being the man there. The Champion! Top Dog! The spotlight is going to be so bright there and I just know, with your work ethic and how the fans connect to do, you would be HUGE there.”
“So why can’t I just sign with them like Mister Joe did and you know, fight him in the ring like he clearly wanted to do tonight and beat him. You call him a broken down old man all the time Mister Nanook.”
Nanook leans back and glances out the window.
“I’m trying! I’m trying so hard….There is just so many spots and almost all of those spots have been filled up. Only a couple up for grabs and …. Man, they lied to me.”
“Mister Nanook?”
“Yeah Best.”
“Could Mister Joe, could he have been lying.”
Nanook looks at Bester and asked himself why he never thought of that. Joe has always been a lying prick. Nanook swipes his phone. Time to make a phone call….
The first Friday in February….
Texas.
The Bad Ass James Kelloggs, all 4 foot 3 inches of him is pushing a old wooden box into the picture and once he has it where he wants it he steps up on it and adds a good foot of height on himself. Joining him is Sutton in his best flannel shirt money can buy and the star of this group,
Double J Joe Jones
Sporting a Whirlwind Wrestling Tee and a odd coffee cup. Odd cuz it’s a naked dude and the handle is…..is you know, a big erect "pinkie"…..which Joe has a death grip on. Wouldn’t want it to get away……
“The calendar has finally flipped, it’s a new month and that can only mean one thing!” Joe begins with.
“Motherfucking Valentines day and some needy fucking bitch wanting candy and diamonds.” James chimes in with.
“Yes, but that is not what I’m talking about.”
“Classic Tractor Fever magazine comes out.” Sutton says as he stays towards the background of this collective group.
“Okay…..nope!” Joe says. “Guys! It’s official! This is the month in which Whirlwind Wrestling becomes a real deal thing! The doors are open, you can smell the fresh duck tape on the ropes, there is no piss and shit on the mat and the ring isn’t going to feel tighter than it is right now and the first guy to come out of the woodwork and tell the world that he’s here….is ME!”
Joe holds his mug up as to raise a toast. The tip of the handle is pink….
“The line to the Whirlwind Championship, the main reason why we are all here, officially begins, behind me!”
“That’s weird, normally you’re at the back of the line.” Sutton chimes in with.
“Don’t you have like, beard oil of something to dip that smelly thing on your face in?” Joe fires back with.
“As soon as more of you championship hopefuls sign that dotted line, and get on a plane and land in Mexico, we’ll get to working out who will be the first ever Whirlwind champion and again…”
“You bitches better listen up!” James says.
“I’m that guy who is going to take that title, sling it over this shoulder right here, cup that face plate in this hand, right here and hold it proudly for all of you mouth breathers to look at.”
“I can tell that there is already going to be a bunch of jealous fucks in this place!” James says.
“You’re probably right little man.” Joe says just to needle James who hates being called little man, or just little, tiny followed by a word for that matter.
“I’m sure right now there is some dude who is lacing up his boots, pulling his tights down and making sure there is no air bubbles in his needle and sticking his go juice in his hairy, pimple infested butt cheek thinking that he has the edge when it comes to winning championship belts. But what you fail to see, is that standing right here in front of you is a real deal, honest to god wrestling icon. I’ve won championships for the last 18 years. From St. Louis, to New York, Philly, Vegas, Tennessee and several other little dumps that aren’t worth my time to mention, I have picked up ten pounds of gold and placed it right here.”
Sutton pats Joe on his right shoulder.
“On this should and I’m going to be doing that again, in Mexico.” Joe says as he winks and smirks.
“But perhaps we have gotten ahead of ourselves. After all not everyone who worth their salt has arrived yet in Whirlwind Wrestling. Like, pretty sure there is one huge fat bloated…”
"Cheatin, lying, money stealing motherfucker!” James chimes in with.
“Sitting in the back of his limo who is just pissed! Just torqued right up tight that I have a spot on the roster and he can’t get his boy….”
“That Cat toucher is still a thing?” Sutton asks.
“He just can’t get Bester to be one of the best of the best in the WW. Such a pity. But! Listen! Before we part and you go and...I don’t know beat off or whatever it is you lonely second place “Pro Wrestlers” do while waiting to see me be crowned the Whirlwind champion, I just want to give Thanks to the Big Guy out there who….put a little pressure on the management staff to make sure that I, Double J Joe Jones was the first name to sign the paperwork and make it official. With him and my agent Keith, both of which worked very hard to make this happen, I don’t know where I’d be.”
James looked at Joe with a “Da Fuck!” look on his face. “You’d be knee deep in that, Jose or whatever the fuck his name was. That is where you’d be!”
Joe smirks. Sutton closes his eyes and slowly fades in the dark background after that comment.
“Most likely...probably. Anyways! Cheers!”
“MOTHERFUCKERS!”
Joe takes a sip from his cup, but apparently the only way to drink from his unusual cup is through the handle…...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4 & Part 6
Part 5
A week ago
Nanook’s Limo….
“YOU SCREWED ME MAX!!!! YOU BENT ME OVER AND SHOVED YOUR FIST UP MY ASS!!!” A irate Nanook is screaming into his phone. Meanwhile Bester is holding his beloved kitty Sparky and is kinda shielding him from the very graphic description of what went down a hour ago in the San Diego High School Gym.
“WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THAT? WHEN IN THE…..OH? I FUCKED YOU OVER? WHEN? HUH! BUDDY! YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, I NEVER FUCKED YOU OVER ON ANYTHING!” A red faced Nanook says and he’s a bright shade of red from anger, not from his blood pressure being sky high.
“YOU’RE DEAD TO ME! FUCKING DEAD! YOU DON’T FUCK ME OVER LIKE THAT AND GET TO KEEP GETTING MY HELP! OH IS THAT RIGHT? YOU CAN MAKE THAT SHIT HOLE HAPPEN ALL ON YOUR OWN? Yeah good luck pal!”
Nanook just ends the call. No goodbyes, no well wishes, love ya’s or anything like that, just click and we’re done. Nanook tosses his phone on the seat next to him in the limo. He’s so pissed right now. Bester is like, burying his nose in the fluffy, warm, soft neck of Spartacus as he tries to hide to avoid any of Nanook’s wrath himself. Nanook tries to calm himself. Deep breath. He unbuttons the top button on his shirt and yanks at his tie loosening it.
“I can’t believe what happened. That prick….” Nanook begins to say and stops as he catches himself getting all worked up again. “All I have done for him and he goes and pulls that stunt.”
“Who Mister Nanook? Mister Max?” Bester asks.
“No, Joe. Yeah Max too but he is a nobody so who cares about him. He’ll never get that promotion out of high school gyms. I brought him a legit big time star. A big money draw who was making his return to the ring after sitting out for the last 7 months? And he couldn’t fill that place. You could have easily have gotten a thousand people in that joint, he barely got 50. I know how to use social media!” Nanook says mockingly.
“Joe….walking in there with that fucking midget…..fucking….James….”
Bester closes his eyes and tries to hide. It’s not that he’s afraid of James, Joe, or Max for that matter. It’s all of the swearing.
“Mister Nanook sir.”
Nanook knows why Bester is like, hiding behind his cat.
“Sorry Best. I just….” Pauses to not curse. “Upset that’s all. I know how you hate naughty words. I’ll try to refrain from dropping any more F bombs.”
“Thank you Mister Nanook.”
“I can’t believe he got signed.” Nanook says as he pictures Joe in that Whirlwind Wrestling tee. “How did he manage that? I talked to Mynx and Thatcher this morning and they swore, they promised that they weren’t signing Joe. Roster spots are…..man they are going to be hard to come by in that place. They are not going to sign just anyone. Only guys who can draw, guys who are going to put in the time and effort. I hate to say this but they are really looking for Company Guys Best. Not some guy who is going to be in half dozen other promotions and can’t dedicate all of their time to them. Especially if they are going become their champion. They only have one belt Best. One championship. That is why I want to get you there in the worst way. Man…”
Nanook leans forward and scoops up his phone. He looks at Bester who lowers his beloved kitty Spartacus.
“If you can get in that place, do what you do best, put on those hard hitting matches that you were just starting to put on in San Fran, I know you were going to outshine everyone there and I feel you had a great shot at being the man there. The Champion! Top Dog! The spotlight is going to be so bright there and I just know, with your work ethic and how the fans connect to do, you would be HUGE there.”
“So why can’t I just sign with them like Mister Joe did and you know, fight him in the ring like he clearly wanted to do tonight and beat him. You call him a broken down old man all the time Mister Nanook.”
Nanook leans back and glances out the window.
“I’m trying! I’m trying so hard….There is just so many spots and almost all of those spots have been filled up. Only a couple up for grabs and …. Man, they lied to me.”
“Mister Nanook?”
“Yeah Best.”
“Could Mister Joe, could he have been lying.”
Nanook looks at Bester and asked himself why he never thought of that. Joe has always been a lying prick. Nanook swipes his phone. Time to make a phone call….
The first Friday in February….
Texas.
The Bad Ass James Kelloggs, all 4 foot 3 inches of him is pushing a old wooden box into the picture and once he has it where he wants it he steps up on it and adds a good foot of height on himself. Joining him is Sutton in his best flannel shirt money can buy and the star of this group,
Double J Joe Jones
Sporting a Whirlwind Wrestling Tee and a odd coffee cup. Odd cuz it’s a naked dude and the handle is…..is you know, a big erect "pinkie"…..which Joe has a death grip on. Wouldn’t want it to get away……
“The calendar has finally flipped, it’s a new month and that can only mean one thing!” Joe begins with.
“Motherfucking Valentines day and some needy fucking bitch wanting candy and diamonds.” James chimes in with.
“Yes, but that is not what I’m talking about.”
“Classic Tractor Fever magazine comes out.” Sutton says as he stays towards the background of this collective group.
“Okay…..nope!” Joe says. “Guys! It’s official! This is the month in which Whirlwind Wrestling becomes a real deal thing! The doors are open, you can smell the fresh duck tape on the ropes, there is no piss and shit on the mat and the ring isn’t going to feel tighter than it is right now and the first guy to come out of the woodwork and tell the world that he’s here….is ME!”
Joe holds his mug up as to raise a toast. The tip of the handle is pink….
“The line to the Whirlwind Championship, the main reason why we are all here, officially begins, behind me!”
“That’s weird, normally you’re at the back of the line.” Sutton chimes in with.
“Don’t you have like, beard oil of something to dip that smelly thing on your face in?” Joe fires back with.
“As soon as more of you championship hopefuls sign that dotted line, and get on a plane and land in Mexico, we’ll get to working out who will be the first ever Whirlwind champion and again…”
“You bitches better listen up!” James says.
“I’m that guy who is going to take that title, sling it over this shoulder right here, cup that face plate in this hand, right here and hold it proudly for all of you mouth breathers to look at.”
“I can tell that there is already going to be a bunch of jealous fucks in this place!” James says.
“You’re probably right little man.” Joe says just to needle James who hates being called little man, or just little, tiny followed by a word for that matter.
“I’m sure right now there is some dude who is lacing up his boots, pulling his tights down and making sure there is no air bubbles in his needle and sticking his go juice in his hairy, pimple infested butt cheek thinking that he has the edge when it comes to winning championship belts. But what you fail to see, is that standing right here in front of you is a real deal, honest to god wrestling icon. I’ve won championships for the last 18 years. From St. Louis, to New York, Philly, Vegas, Tennessee and several other little dumps that aren’t worth my time to mention, I have picked up ten pounds of gold and placed it right here.”
Sutton pats Joe on his right shoulder.
“On this should and I’m going to be doing that again, in Mexico.” Joe says as he winks and smirks.
“But perhaps we have gotten ahead of ourselves. After all not everyone who worth their salt has arrived yet in Whirlwind Wrestling. Like, pretty sure there is one huge fat bloated…”
"Cheatin, lying, money stealing motherfucker!” James chimes in with.
“Sitting in the back of his limo who is just pissed! Just torqued right up tight that I have a spot on the roster and he can’t get his boy….”
“That Cat toucher is still a thing?” Sutton asks.
“He just can’t get Bester to be one of the best of the best in the WW. Such a pity. But! Listen! Before we part and you go and...I don’t know beat off or whatever it is you lonely second place “Pro Wrestlers” do while waiting to see me be crowned the Whirlwind champion, I just want to give Thanks to the Big Guy out there who….put a little pressure on the management staff to make sure that I, Double J Joe Jones was the first name to sign the paperwork and make it official. With him and my agent Keith, both of which worked very hard to make this happen, I don’t know where I’d be.”
James looked at Joe with a “Da Fuck!” look on his face. “You’d be knee deep in that, Jose or whatever the fuck his name was. That is where you’d be!”
Joe smirks. Sutton closes his eyes and slowly fades in the dark background after that comment.
“Most likely...probably. Anyways! Cheers!”
“MOTHERFUCKERS!”
Joe takes a sip from his cup, but apparently the only way to drink from his unusual cup is through the handle…...