Post by Reaver on Jul 14, 2012 15:24:57 GMT -4
The door slams shut behind Johnny Knuckles in his hotel room in Salt Lake City. The dead look on his face is evident from a long and grueling trip to Greece with his new apprentice and trainee, Jason “Bacon” Andrews. Between the Jason messing up his passport and the INS trying to throw Knuckles in jail as an illegal immigrant, Knuckles has exhausted all of his energy leaving the question, will he have anything left for Calvin Ingram on Sunday?
Knuckles: Jesus Christ......what the hell was Bacon thinkin'? I should slap the shit outta' him for fuckin' up my passport. If it wasn't for some jackass followin' us around humpin' his leg, then I might not have made it back. (see Bacon's rp)Speakin' of losers, I got some invitations to send out real quick. I guess I could get away with sendin' a text here n' there.....
Anyways, it's been all week and I still haven't heard a single word from Ingram. What's amattah' kid? Forget to take your invisible juice? Or perhaps Callahan took more than a win from you. Did he steal your manhood Calvin? Is he walkin' around with your balls in his pocket? The man is such a ball hog, I wouldn't honestly be all that surprised. My guess is that after the beatin' that he “TRY'd” to give ya' that you just lost the will to fight. He broke you down mentally so bad that the identity crisis that ya' suffer from has really gotten' ya' locked up in some mental institution. It's reasons like this; that's why you aint' the “Pro-Life” Champion. In order to be a champion, not only do ya' have to able to take a beatin' physically but mentally as well. If this is the case then Ingram, then there's no need for me to waste my time tryin' to train for the likes of you. Why bother tryin' to get in your head when that mealy mouthed crotch pheasant has already did the world for me.
Knuckles takes off his bags and throws them over by the bed. After being on a plane that long, he had to make a pit stop in the bathroom. Minutes go by as the sounds of a very strong and steady stream of piss can be heard. Knuckles finally makes his way out of the bathroom while zipping up his pants.
Knuckles: I don't think i've ever had to piss that bad before. Almost like Ingrams career. A long and drawn out performance but not very strong and it really stinks up the room. HA! I suppose if ya' made up your mind on who ya' wanna' be then it would be much easier Calvin. Or perhaps I should say Donovan Caine? Who the hell are ya' anyways? Am I supposed to be afraid of some John Doe? I've been known to defy death in certain performances, but “dying” and comin' back as somebody else? Do I look like Jesus? So what makes ya' think that nobody would have missed you Cal? What about those “loving parents”? Only an idiot would have a good childhood and abandon it at the blink of an eye. My guess is that you faked your death for the witness protection program.
Wouldn't be the first time I had to deal with snitches like you. So in which case, what did ya' witness that would make ya' fake your own death? A crime? A murder? Your parents getting' it on? NAH, you probably fondle yourself at the thought of that anyways. You weren't abducted, you just hid in your parents closet like a pervert for a few years. COME OUT OF THE CLOSET ALREADY!! See Calvin, you fucked yourself royally. You use your birth name on national TV and expect not to be caught. The people you were really hidin' from will find you and finish the job, providin' there's anythin' left after i'm done crammin' my size 13W down your throat.
Just then, there's a knock on the door. Just as Knuckles answers it, Shaun runs in wondering where he has been all week.
Shaun: Why is it that I always get left behind?
Knuckles: Your new......get used to it.
Shaun: But i'm supposed to be with you at all times. President Jeff assigned me to you and if i'm not always there, i'll lose my job.
Knuckles: Ya' act like I planned on goin' with Bacon to Greece. He fucked up my passport and drug me half way across the world. Not exactly my idea of a a vacation after a tough loss at Test For The Best. Speakin' of which, did ya' send out those invitations?
Shaun: What invitations? And how did he fuck it up if YOU didn't keep it up to date?
Knuckles: So no.......what good are ya'?
Shaun: I'm your camera man, not your personal servant.
Knuckles: I'm your boss and you'll do as your told.
Shaun: Somebody is a little grumpy.
Knuckles: Ya' well, my ass is chapped from sittin' on a plane for 36 hours. Last time I let Bacon convince me to fly standby. I need a nap, so go away.
Shaun: Wow, that was rude.
Knuckles: I'm sorry Shaun, I shoulda' asked nicer.
Knuckles walks up to Shaun with his hands out trying to give him a kiss on the lips. Shaun fights his way off of Knuckles and makes a break for it out of the door. Knuckles locks it behind him and plops down on the bed.
Knuckles: We differ very much Calvin. You came from a very lovin' family and well, I was kicked out at 6 and forced to live on the streets. I learned how to fight and survive at a very young age and i've done very well for myself. You had it all growin' up. Holidays, family, an education, things I would gladly kill for. And what did ya' did with all of it? Ya' pissed it away. You had every advantage humanly possible and it all came to a crashin' halt the day you were “abducted” and came back as Caine. Your nothin' more than a fake Cal. You pretend to have hardships so that people would feel sorry for ya'.
How pathetic!
You're like the white guy who grew up in middle class America pretendin' to be “ghetto”, a republican who says hes “for the people”, a straight A student who dresses like a vampire and claims to be deep. I grew up havin' to scrap and claw and dig my way to get to where I'm at and bitches like you try to snake away everythin' that i've sacrificed for. You completely underestimate how far i'm willin' to go to keep what lil' I got. I didn't get this far in life without getting' my hands dirty Ingram. I will do EVERYTHING NECESSARY in order to bury you. No matter how many times i've lost in my career, no matter how any times i've been beaten down, i've always managed to find a way to get back up and push forward. You are nothin' different OR original. I will fuck you up and move my way back up the ranks and earn myself another shot. While you pretend to be somebody else, i'll continue bein' me and do what I do best. Now if you'll excuse me, I need some much needed rest. I have a party to plan before I kick the ever lovin' crap outta' you.
Knuckles rolls over as the scene fades.
Knuckles: Jesus Christ......what the hell was Bacon thinkin'? I should slap the shit outta' him for fuckin' up my passport. If it wasn't for some jackass followin' us around humpin' his leg, then I might not have made it back. (see Bacon's rp)Speakin' of losers, I got some invitations to send out real quick. I guess I could get away with sendin' a text here n' there.....
Anyways, it's been all week and I still haven't heard a single word from Ingram. What's amattah' kid? Forget to take your invisible juice? Or perhaps Callahan took more than a win from you. Did he steal your manhood Calvin? Is he walkin' around with your balls in his pocket? The man is such a ball hog, I wouldn't honestly be all that surprised. My guess is that after the beatin' that he “TRY'd” to give ya' that you just lost the will to fight. He broke you down mentally so bad that the identity crisis that ya' suffer from has really gotten' ya' locked up in some mental institution. It's reasons like this; that's why you aint' the “Pro-Life” Champion. In order to be a champion, not only do ya' have to able to take a beatin' physically but mentally as well. If this is the case then Ingram, then there's no need for me to waste my time tryin' to train for the likes of you. Why bother tryin' to get in your head when that mealy mouthed crotch pheasant has already did the world for me.
Knuckles takes off his bags and throws them over by the bed. After being on a plane that long, he had to make a pit stop in the bathroom. Minutes go by as the sounds of a very strong and steady stream of piss can be heard. Knuckles finally makes his way out of the bathroom while zipping up his pants.
Knuckles: I don't think i've ever had to piss that bad before. Almost like Ingrams career. A long and drawn out performance but not very strong and it really stinks up the room. HA! I suppose if ya' made up your mind on who ya' wanna' be then it would be much easier Calvin. Or perhaps I should say Donovan Caine? Who the hell are ya' anyways? Am I supposed to be afraid of some John Doe? I've been known to defy death in certain performances, but “dying” and comin' back as somebody else? Do I look like Jesus? So what makes ya' think that nobody would have missed you Cal? What about those “loving parents”? Only an idiot would have a good childhood and abandon it at the blink of an eye. My guess is that you faked your death for the witness protection program.
Wouldn't be the first time I had to deal with snitches like you. So in which case, what did ya' witness that would make ya' fake your own death? A crime? A murder? Your parents getting' it on? NAH, you probably fondle yourself at the thought of that anyways. You weren't abducted, you just hid in your parents closet like a pervert for a few years. COME OUT OF THE CLOSET ALREADY!! See Calvin, you fucked yourself royally. You use your birth name on national TV and expect not to be caught. The people you were really hidin' from will find you and finish the job, providin' there's anythin' left after i'm done crammin' my size 13W down your throat.
Just then, there's a knock on the door. Just as Knuckles answers it, Shaun runs in wondering where he has been all week.
Shaun: Why is it that I always get left behind?
Knuckles: Your new......get used to it.
Shaun: But i'm supposed to be with you at all times. President Jeff assigned me to you and if i'm not always there, i'll lose my job.
Knuckles: Ya' act like I planned on goin' with Bacon to Greece. He fucked up my passport and drug me half way across the world. Not exactly my idea of a a vacation after a tough loss at Test For The Best. Speakin' of which, did ya' send out those invitations?
Shaun: What invitations? And how did he fuck it up if YOU didn't keep it up to date?
Knuckles: So no.......what good are ya'?
Shaun: I'm your camera man, not your personal servant.
Knuckles: I'm your boss and you'll do as your told.
Shaun: Somebody is a little grumpy.
Knuckles: Ya' well, my ass is chapped from sittin' on a plane for 36 hours. Last time I let Bacon convince me to fly standby. I need a nap, so go away.
Shaun: Wow, that was rude.
Knuckles: I'm sorry Shaun, I shoulda' asked nicer.
Knuckles walks up to Shaun with his hands out trying to give him a kiss on the lips. Shaun fights his way off of Knuckles and makes a break for it out of the door. Knuckles locks it behind him and plops down on the bed.
Knuckles: We differ very much Calvin. You came from a very lovin' family and well, I was kicked out at 6 and forced to live on the streets. I learned how to fight and survive at a very young age and i've done very well for myself. You had it all growin' up. Holidays, family, an education, things I would gladly kill for. And what did ya' did with all of it? Ya' pissed it away. You had every advantage humanly possible and it all came to a crashin' halt the day you were “abducted” and came back as Caine. Your nothin' more than a fake Cal. You pretend to have hardships so that people would feel sorry for ya'.
How pathetic!
You're like the white guy who grew up in middle class America pretendin' to be “ghetto”, a republican who says hes “for the people”, a straight A student who dresses like a vampire and claims to be deep. I grew up havin' to scrap and claw and dig my way to get to where I'm at and bitches like you try to snake away everythin' that i've sacrificed for. You completely underestimate how far i'm willin' to go to keep what lil' I got. I didn't get this far in life without getting' my hands dirty Ingram. I will do EVERYTHING NECESSARY in order to bury you. No matter how many times i've lost in my career, no matter how any times i've been beaten down, i've always managed to find a way to get back up and push forward. You are nothin' different OR original. I will fuck you up and move my way back up the ranks and earn myself another shot. While you pretend to be somebody else, i'll continue bein' me and do what I do best. Now if you'll excuse me, I need some much needed rest. I have a party to plan before I kick the ever lovin' crap outta' you.
Knuckles rolls over as the scene fades.
