Post by Lucian Rage on Sept 25, 2019 20:27:07 GMT -6
-The camera opens up to outside of an adult book store. You're in a car that is sqealching to a stop. R.M. Strong curses a few times as the car sputters and finally shuts down with a loud BANG. Strong opens the driver side door as Brandon, the camera man, gets out of the passenger side. R.M. yawns and stretches.-
Brandon : Why on Earth are we here?
R.M. : Calm down, Matilda, we're doing research.
Brandon: Thats a new one....
R.M.: Yeah, I'm keeping a list so I know what I have and have not called you. Its useful.
Brandon: That is probably the best use of your time, seeing as how wrestling isn't really going your way.
R.M.: HEY! I'm doing just fine in that regard, thank you!
Brandon: You lost to Duce, and don't REALLY have a contract. The way it seems, thinks are just ducky. So what the hell are we researching here?
R.M.: Xtreme.... He likes pain, yeah? And only pain, right? So yeah, we're gonna try to get inside his head.
Brandon: I'm pretty sure you're going about all of this the complete wrong way.
R.M.: Nah, I put the address in Waze... We're good.
-You see the camera shake as if Brandon is shaking his head. The two of them open the door, and the next, and are now inside. The camera spans around to see nothing but a bunch of stuff blurred out-
R.M.: Why the hell is everything blurred out in here?!
-Strong turns to the camera and winks as the Indian gentleman behind the counter speaks up-
Clerk: OH! MISTER STRONG! We have tha....
R.M.: Whoa there, I don't know what you're talking about. I've never been in this before in my life!
-Strong is making hand signals at the man behind the counter to remain quiet, which he doesn't seem to understand-
Clerk: Oh no, Mister Strong! You were just in here last week to order the Super Deluxe Tons Of Fun doll, with accessories!
Brandon: Just can't get enough, can you?
R.M.: I don't know what you're talking about, and I can't understand a word he says. Lets find this pain section.....
-You hear Brandon chuckle as Strong makes his way down the isles. He pauses a few times to glance at something, but continues on his way. He comes to a section with floggers, whips, ties, blindfolds-
R.M.: Ah, this is the spot.
Brandon: You seemed to know right where you were going, why's that?
R.M.: My pervy sense was tingling. So this is what Xtreme is all about? Doesn't seem all that.... enthralling... Some spanks? Some bungies straps? Come on guy.
Brandon: You know he's not talking about bondage, right?
R.M.: MATILDA! How dare you use such vulgarity around me. Well I never....
Brandon: Look man, you can goof off as much as you want, but you will have to step into the ring with this dude. He seems pretty... Hardcore.
R.M.: You know what looks pretty hardcore?
-Strong picks something up, which is heavily censored and shows it to Brandon-
R.M.: This looks pretty hardcore....
Brandon: JESUS! How do you... Where do you... WHO?!
R.M.: Right? Compared to... whatever this is for... Xtreme seems like a lost little puppy dog. I'm not worried about him. In the slightest. Look, if I lose again, that means I still have some sort of streak. How long can R.M. Strong go before he wins a match, or dies trying. Tune in next week on Massacre.
Brandon: Its Inferno, dumbass.
R.M.: But... On the review... Nevermind. Anyways....
Brandon: Don't you have some sort of decision to make anyways?
R.M.: Uh, what?
Brandon: Vargas. The Lost Soul. You have to pick to fight one.
R.M.: Oh... Yeah... That... I'll figure that out when the time comes. I need to get in Xtreme's mind. So.... Spank me with this.
-Strong hand Brandon a paddle with little hearts on it. He turns around and bends over-
Brandon: Nope. Not gonna happen. Not today... Not tomorrow....
R.M.: My safe word is....
-The camera cuts to black-
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OOC Note: Sorry for the crap fest that is this roleplay. Kinda got caught up with work, and haunted house stuff. I swear, i still know how to write guys.
Brandon : Why on Earth are we here?
R.M. : Calm down, Matilda, we're doing research.
Brandon: Thats a new one....
R.M.: Yeah, I'm keeping a list so I know what I have and have not called you. Its useful.
Brandon: That is probably the best use of your time, seeing as how wrestling isn't really going your way.
R.M.: HEY! I'm doing just fine in that regard, thank you!
Brandon: You lost to Duce, and don't REALLY have a contract. The way it seems, thinks are just ducky. So what the hell are we researching here?
R.M.: Xtreme.... He likes pain, yeah? And only pain, right? So yeah, we're gonna try to get inside his head.
Brandon: I'm pretty sure you're going about all of this the complete wrong way.
R.M.: Nah, I put the address in Waze... We're good.
-You see the camera shake as if Brandon is shaking his head. The two of them open the door, and the next, and are now inside. The camera spans around to see nothing but a bunch of stuff blurred out-
R.M.: Why the hell is everything blurred out in here?!
-Strong turns to the camera and winks as the Indian gentleman behind the counter speaks up-
Clerk: OH! MISTER STRONG! We have tha....
R.M.: Whoa there, I don't know what you're talking about. I've never been in this before in my life!
-Strong is making hand signals at the man behind the counter to remain quiet, which he doesn't seem to understand-
Clerk: Oh no, Mister Strong! You were just in here last week to order the Super Deluxe Tons Of Fun doll, with accessories!
Brandon: Just can't get enough, can you?
R.M.: I don't know what you're talking about, and I can't understand a word he says. Lets find this pain section.....
-You hear Brandon chuckle as Strong makes his way down the isles. He pauses a few times to glance at something, but continues on his way. He comes to a section with floggers, whips, ties, blindfolds-
R.M.: Ah, this is the spot.
Brandon: You seemed to know right where you were going, why's that?
R.M.: My pervy sense was tingling. So this is what Xtreme is all about? Doesn't seem all that.... enthralling... Some spanks? Some bungies straps? Come on guy.
Brandon: You know he's not talking about bondage, right?
R.M.: MATILDA! How dare you use such vulgarity around me. Well I never....
Brandon: Look man, you can goof off as much as you want, but you will have to step into the ring with this dude. He seems pretty... Hardcore.
R.M.: You know what looks pretty hardcore?
-Strong picks something up, which is heavily censored and shows it to Brandon-
R.M.: This looks pretty hardcore....
Brandon: JESUS! How do you... Where do you... WHO?!
R.M.: Right? Compared to... whatever this is for... Xtreme seems like a lost little puppy dog. I'm not worried about him. In the slightest. Look, if I lose again, that means I still have some sort of streak. How long can R.M. Strong go before he wins a match, or dies trying. Tune in next week on Massacre.
Brandon: Its Inferno, dumbass.
R.M.: But... On the review... Nevermind. Anyways....
Brandon: Don't you have some sort of decision to make anyways?
R.M.: Uh, what?
Brandon: Vargas. The Lost Soul. You have to pick to fight one.
R.M.: Oh... Yeah... That... I'll figure that out when the time comes. I need to get in Xtreme's mind. So.... Spank me with this.
-Strong hand Brandon a paddle with little hearts on it. He turns around and bends over-
Brandon: Nope. Not gonna happen. Not today... Not tomorrow....
R.M.: My safe word is....
-The camera cuts to black-
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OOC Note: Sorry for the crap fest that is this roleplay. Kinda got caught up with work, and haunted house stuff. I swear, i still know how to write guys.