A Sample RP.
Here's an old Rp of mine, hope this will be good enough, as I don't have one written up for Scorpius as of yet due to him being a new character in all.
Stuffed, Mounted, and HUNG…
[The scene opens up to the sound of gunfire which can be heard coming from behind the house of Universal Wrestling League superstar, Bartholomew Grey. Before we even go behind the house of Grey, the sound of an engine shutting off can, the scene quickly begins to unfold as it catches the driver side door opening up, after a few seconds a shoe hit’s the dirt driveway of the house, the scene slowly begins to go from a zoomed in view to a full view capturing all. As the camera raises up the shoe that hit the ground below it can be seen now belonging to none other then Universal Wrestling League’s very own Kip Anderson. Anderson can be seen dressed in his normal attire, that being said his normal business suit and tie. As the camera changes its focus from Anderson to the house of Grey, Grey’s house can be seen looking like an old ranch house, lavishing oak wooden doors, golden with gold trim outlining the glass windows, various willow trees, evergreen trees, and various others can be seen throughout the yard, though before Anderson could even knock on the front door of the house, another gunshot could be heard coming from behind the old rancher house.
Anderson instead begins to walk towards the back of the house, once in the back, Bartholomew Grey, and one of his friends can be seen. Bartholomew can be seen wearing all hunting gear except for the bright orange vest over top of his hunting vest; his friend can also be seen wearing the exact same thing. As Anderson walks on up to the two gentlemen Bartholomew shouts the words “Pull” as his friend hears the words he pulls the trigger on the clay pigeon shooter, and out comes a clay pigeon.]
Bartholomew Grey: Damn it… again Walter, load it again.
[As Bartholomew’s friend Walter B. Grimmano loads the pigeon loader once again, he wastes no time in pulling the trigger, the clay pigeon flings on out of the shooter like a bullet, after a few seconds of being in the air the clay pigeon can be seen being shattered as Bartholomew nails it.]
Walter B. Grimmano: Good one B, good one!
Bartholomew Grey: I know and this was just the thing I needed to get my mind off of my stupid opponent Anonymous, can you believe it Wally the guy believes himself to be Anonymous to all, I mean he believes himself to be just like a superhero hiding ones identity, though any smart fella like myself or like you would know once we heard his f**cking voice.
Walter B. Grimmano: Trust me B, I know I caught his interview the other day, when I was researching some information on him for you, the only thing I found was his stupid interview, though I must say his girl Catalina, I’d f**ck the living shit out of her given the chance, and trust me B she’d know the difference from fantasy once I was done with her. Hehehehahaha…
[As Bartholomew loaded his shotgun once again, he could be seen listening to his friend Walter.]
Bartholomew Grey: Trust me Wally I know, I too have thought about doing the exact same thing, though I do question if her breasts are real seeing how her guy Anonymous isn’t you know! Hahahahehehe…
[Before Bartholomew could tell his friend to pull the trigger on the clay pigeon shooter, Kip Anderson spoke up, after a few seconds Kip could be seen standing next to the two gentlemen.]
Kip Anderson: Evening Bartholomew!
Bartholomew Grey: Wally this was the schmuck I was telling you about the other day! Hehehehahaha…
[Bartholomew says as he begins to crack up laughing, historically.]
Kip Anderson: Well Bartholomew this schmuck just got an interview with your opponent.
Bartholomew Grey: Did you now?
Kip Anderson: I did, and well he didn’t speak, but his manager Frankie Weatherby did, and boy did he have a few chosen words to say about you, the guy actually is a stand up guy, he had me laughing!
Bartholomew Grey: Trust me I know Pip, the guy never speaks but rather has other people speaking for him, he can’t do his own talking, it’s as if he’s afraid too, and Pip I honestly couldn’t care what his manager Frankie had to say or how he had you laughing Pip, for this Friday is going to be the greatest day of my life ever, and that’s because it’ll be my first ever career victory in my new home of the Universal Wrestling League. Hehehehahaha…
[As Bartholomew says that he can be heard chuckling in laughter, before continuing on.]
Bartholomew Grey: You see Rip Friday is going to be a celebration, and a celebration it will be for me, you want to come, don’t answer that Rip as it’s an exclusive party, meaning your not invited though one person who will be invited will be that spicy little thing my opponent is dating Catalina, or even that other hottie I see following Adam Abel around.
Kip Anderson: Who Emma?
Bartholomew Grey: If that’s her name then yes, she looks to be his sister! Hahahahehehe…
[As Bartholomew says that, Walter, Bartholomew’s friend looks up, grabbing Grey’s attention right away. Walter’s face could be seen having a stunning look going across it as he could be seen looking at Grey.]
Walter B. Grimmano: Well Bartholomew I wouldn’t start celebrating just yet…
Bartholomew Grey: And why’s that Wally?
Walter B. Grimmano: Well you see…
[Grimmano pauses before continuing on, he gets up from loading the clay pigeon loader.]
Walter B. Grimmano: Well my friend, how do you want it? The good news first, or the bad news first?
Bartholomew Grey: The good news I guess?
[Bartholomew says with annoyance in his voice.]
Walter B. Grimmano: Well the good news is you’ve done pretty well today shooting them there clays!
Bartholomew Grey: I knew that Grimmano, stop hiding around the corner, and get on with what you have to say?
Walter B. Grimmano: Well the bad news is from what I just heard from your opponent’s manager Frankie, you’re not going to like what he had to say, not one bit Bartholomew!
[Bartholomew raises an eye brow, before speaking.]
Bartholomew Grey: I won’t, why’s that Wally?
Walter B. Grimmano: Well let’s just say he had some strong words to say about you my friend, that indeed he did, and trust me if I was you I wouldn’t be too happy, though that’s just me though!
[As Grey listens to his friend a smile creeps its way onto his face.]
Kip Anderson: Why’s he smiling Walter?
Walter B. Grimmano: Umm I don’t know Kip!
Bartholomew Grey: His name is Pip, Wally, and to answer your question Pip, I’m thinking I’m going to like what I have to hear seeing how it’s not my opponent speaking, but his looser of a manager who couldn’t cut it himself wrestling, thus becoming the next best thing a manager for someone trying to make it in the business! Hehehehahaha…
Walter B. Grimmano: Well Bartho you ready of course you are, you’re a Grey! Hehehehahaha… So Bartho…
[Before Walter could tell Grey anything, Grey took the smart phone from his friend’s hands, and begins watching the video for himself.]
Bartholomew Grey: Now that’s funny as hell, his manager said he’s different…
[Bartholomew points to Kip Anderson, and his buddy Walter, before pointing back to himself.]
Kip Anderson: What’s Bartholomew doing Wally?
Walter B. Grimmano: I don’t know Kip.
Bartholomew Grey: So let me get this straight my opponents manager must be completely stupid, and why I pointed at all of us is because we are all different and well like my opponent and just as his manager said, and quote he’s different, well gee whiz, golly wolly... I never knew someone could be different, and one thing damn well is sure including and I’m sure half if not everyone understands Anonymous, I damn well don’t nor do I plan on eveeeeeeeeeeer understanding him not now, not two or three weeks from our match, hell once I’m done with him I’m turning my sights onto something else, well someone else that’s for sure!
Walter B. Grimmano: And who’s that Bartho?
Bartholomew Grey: Emma Abel, an Abel that deserves better then being in the shadows of her brother, I mean hell if she was my girl she’d damn well be treated well… better then how her brother Adam treats her, though that’s another time, as for now my focus is on Anonymous, one thing Frankie said and was absolutely correct about was he’s right it will click, and click it will once he realizes he’s going to face his first ever match defeat in the Universal Wrestling League to yours truly the cure of professional wrestling, and a cure is exactly what I am. Hehehehehahahaha!!!
[As Bartholomew said that he drops the smart phone on the ground and steps on it.]
Walter B. Grimmano: Hey Grey that was my cell you stepped on there!
Bartholomew Grey: Wally I know, trust me, but I don’t care, you know it was old and out of date just as my opponent’s manager and tactics are. Hahahahehehe… Weatherby, I honestly don’t think you know who the **CK I am, I’m Bartholomew Grey, America’s favorite son, and well of course your mom’s favorite… well we don’t need to go there now do we, but your wrong Frankie I loose I’ll still get women, unlike you I can afford them, and well with looks like mine who can refuse someone as good looking as yours truly!
[As Bartholomew say’s that he does the hand signal for phone into Kip’s camera, signaling back to Anonymous manager Catalina before continuing.]
Bartholomew Grey: Anonymous once I’m done with you, you’ll just have your washed up comedian of a manager who should give up comedy for not a single soul found what he said funny, I sure in hell didn’t though what I did find funny was him calling my women loose once again, but in reality your girlfriend Catalina is the loose one, it’s two interviews you’ve done and both times she’s done something signaling to me… So honestly who has the loose women, it surely isn’t me, I just hangout with party girls, and girls with money I’m sure Catalina would be the same way if given a chance to be around money, and not some pour schmuck like yourself and your manager Frankie Weatherby, though come Friday she’ll get a feel of what it’s like to be around money come our match when we face off against one another, Friday will be the first step in the right direction of restoring what’s completely wrong with this sport, and well your part of what’s wrong with this sport, as is your low life manager Weatherby, when I’m done wiping the mat with you, you and your manager can come work for me, pulling my weeds around my house and maintaining my beautiful summer pool, and house! Hell it’ll beat working at some fast food restaurant at least you’ll make a decent living, though then again Weatherby would probably convince you to take the other route and not work making a decent living! Now if you would Pip I’ve got to get back to my clay pigeons!
[As he said that the scene begin to fade out to darkness with the sound of his shotgun going off.]
