RP #005 - It's Going to be a Long Week [Word Count 1000]
Jan 21, 2020 16:07:02 GMT -5
Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz), Addy A, and 1 more like this
Post by James Nightingale on Jan 21, 2020 16:07:02 GMT -5
Inside Camila’s office, she is sat behind her desk with a female attorney standing to her side. In walks James Nightingale, flanked by six security guards.
Camila: James please take a seat.
Nightingale looks side-to-side and begrudgingly sits himself down, putting his feet up onto Camila’s desk.
Camila: Due to your heinous attacks on Zooey Deschanel and now Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and due to the already filed lawsuit from the Screen Actors Guild against Action Wrestling it has been deemed necessary by management that you undertake community service through the new Action Wrestling Outreach Program. Now god knows why they deem it appropriate for you to undertake your chosen task due to your distain for everyone who comes into contact with you but it has been decided that you will volunteer this week at a local hospital in a morgue teaching medical students in the practice of undertaking an autopsy.
Nightingale angrily kicks his feet off the desk and leans forward.
Nightingale: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! YOU ARE LANDING ME WITH THIS SHIT ON THE WEEK OF REVOLUTION!!!
Attorney: Failure to comply with this order Mr Nightingale will result in you receiving an immediate suspension from Action Wrestling, without pay.
Nightingale stands in anger.
Nightingale: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID BITCH OR I WILL KICK YOU IN THE CUNT!!!
She steps back, looking despondently at the ground.
Nightingale: This just summarises the shit management running this place. If I could actually get a damn match in this company I would not need to run around beating everyone up to get my name known. This company is riddled with washed up, over the hill talent like Corey Black and Zombie McMorris. Week in week out we get a parade of WCF legends making special appearances whilst grade A talent like myself is left to fester in the locker room without a match. There’s a god damn reason why that company went out of business, because it was filled with crap, over rated talent like Black and ZMAC, and it’s my job to eradicate them from Action Wrestling!
Nightingale walks over to the wall and pulls down a framed poster of the XIII Black Christmas event and holds it up to Camila.
Nightingale: Let’s have a look at the Hardcore Champion, Corey Black. Where the fuck is he? He rarely shows up on Clash, he barely defends that Hardcore title. And when he does who does he face? Hot Shot Wayne Austin? Jaice Wilds? Either undeserving, vanilla competition who are led like a lamb to the slaughter with no hope of winning or yet bloody another dinosaur from WCF who are past their prime, sucking the life out of this damn promotion. He only still has that belt because he hasn’t stepped inside the ring with a true hardcore specialist like myself, who has proven time and time again that there is no depth I will not sink to succeed in continuing my campaign cleansing Action Wrestling. You continue to protect “Your King” with preferential treatment I mean fuck you even give him his own fucking show! And that was a train wreck! You had me stuck on the lower card teaming with a loser like Felix Fortain whilst in fact I should have been in the main event fighting for the damn title! But you did make one sensible decision Camila; you rewarded my good behaviour finally with a title shot against Black. Now you will see what happens when Black has premium competition! Royal Beheading? There definitely will be a royal bloody beheading as I will behead the king on PPV and your new king will be crowned as I raise the Hardcore title in the air for the world to see.
Nightingale smashes the poster on the floor and notices a picture of ZMAC on a table, celebrating in the crowd with the Television championship. He picks it up.
Nightingale: Did you think it would hurt my chances of succeeding by inserting this piece of shit into our match Camila? Are you scared of what I will do to Black if he is left on his own with me? There’s no one who sums up the stench of irrelevant talent more on this roster then that coked up prick. He mocked me when I arrived here, the stupid cunt did not realise who he was mocking. I have been praying that his pathetic Hardcore Tour would give me the opportunity to eradicate his worthless ass, but yet again have been denied that opportunity, until now. He comes out swinging that bat every week like Babe fucking Ruth, those worthless fans adore him. But who has he faced of relevance? Malachi White? You saw what I did to him with my chain. If White took him to his limit then he must be shitting himself at the prospect of facing me. I’m going to take that bat and shove it so far up his ass that next time he goes down on Buddy Roman; he will be able to knock his balls for a home run! He talks a good fight, big scary claims, threw a man into a volcano, damn it sends chills down my spine. Let’s see how his coked out words sound when his head is on a fucking spike!
Nightingale toss’s the picture to the side and leans on the desk, moving his head closer to Camila.
Nightingale: I cannot wait for Sunday, I’ll kill two birds with one stone and eradicate two of the most worthless pieces of crap on this roster and become the new Hardcore Champion. The Angel of Death is coming Camila, you best hope ZMAC and The King pray for mercy.
Camila: Get the fuck out of my office. Boys show him the door now.
Nightingale raises his arms, smiles sadistically and walks to the door.
Camila: And James don’t forget... your community service starts tomorrow.
Nightingale, shaking his head as he leaves: MOTHERFUCKER!
Camila: James please take a seat.
Nightingale looks side-to-side and begrudgingly sits himself down, putting his feet up onto Camila’s desk.
Camila: Due to your heinous attacks on Zooey Deschanel and now Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and due to the already filed lawsuit from the Screen Actors Guild against Action Wrestling it has been deemed necessary by management that you undertake community service through the new Action Wrestling Outreach Program. Now god knows why they deem it appropriate for you to undertake your chosen task due to your distain for everyone who comes into contact with you but it has been decided that you will volunteer this week at a local hospital in a morgue teaching medical students in the practice of undertaking an autopsy.
Nightingale angrily kicks his feet off the desk and leans forward.
Nightingale: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! YOU ARE LANDING ME WITH THIS SHIT ON THE WEEK OF REVOLUTION!!!
Attorney: Failure to comply with this order Mr Nightingale will result in you receiving an immediate suspension from Action Wrestling, without pay.
Nightingale stands in anger.
Nightingale: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID BITCH OR I WILL KICK YOU IN THE CUNT!!!
She steps back, looking despondently at the ground.
Nightingale: This just summarises the shit management running this place. If I could actually get a damn match in this company I would not need to run around beating everyone up to get my name known. This company is riddled with washed up, over the hill talent like Corey Black and Zombie McMorris. Week in week out we get a parade of WCF legends making special appearances whilst grade A talent like myself is left to fester in the locker room without a match. There’s a god damn reason why that company went out of business, because it was filled with crap, over rated talent like Black and ZMAC, and it’s my job to eradicate them from Action Wrestling!
Nightingale walks over to the wall and pulls down a framed poster of the XIII Black Christmas event and holds it up to Camila.
Nightingale: Let’s have a look at the Hardcore Champion, Corey Black. Where the fuck is he? He rarely shows up on Clash, he barely defends that Hardcore title. And when he does who does he face? Hot Shot Wayne Austin? Jaice Wilds? Either undeserving, vanilla competition who are led like a lamb to the slaughter with no hope of winning or yet bloody another dinosaur from WCF who are past their prime, sucking the life out of this damn promotion. He only still has that belt because he hasn’t stepped inside the ring with a true hardcore specialist like myself, who has proven time and time again that there is no depth I will not sink to succeed in continuing my campaign cleansing Action Wrestling. You continue to protect “Your King” with preferential treatment I mean fuck you even give him his own fucking show! And that was a train wreck! You had me stuck on the lower card teaming with a loser like Felix Fortain whilst in fact I should have been in the main event fighting for the damn title! But you did make one sensible decision Camila; you rewarded my good behaviour finally with a title shot against Black. Now you will see what happens when Black has premium competition! Royal Beheading? There definitely will be a royal bloody beheading as I will behead the king on PPV and your new king will be crowned as I raise the Hardcore title in the air for the world to see.
Nightingale smashes the poster on the floor and notices a picture of ZMAC on a table, celebrating in the crowd with the Television championship. He picks it up.
Nightingale: Did you think it would hurt my chances of succeeding by inserting this piece of shit into our match Camila? Are you scared of what I will do to Black if he is left on his own with me? There’s no one who sums up the stench of irrelevant talent more on this roster then that coked up prick. He mocked me when I arrived here, the stupid cunt did not realise who he was mocking. I have been praying that his pathetic Hardcore Tour would give me the opportunity to eradicate his worthless ass, but yet again have been denied that opportunity, until now. He comes out swinging that bat every week like Babe fucking Ruth, those worthless fans adore him. But who has he faced of relevance? Malachi White? You saw what I did to him with my chain. If White took him to his limit then he must be shitting himself at the prospect of facing me. I’m going to take that bat and shove it so far up his ass that next time he goes down on Buddy Roman; he will be able to knock his balls for a home run! He talks a good fight, big scary claims, threw a man into a volcano, damn it sends chills down my spine. Let’s see how his coked out words sound when his head is on a fucking spike!
Nightingale toss’s the picture to the side and leans on the desk, moving his head closer to Camila.
Nightingale: I cannot wait for Sunday, I’ll kill two birds with one stone and eradicate two of the most worthless pieces of crap on this roster and become the new Hardcore Champion. The Angel of Death is coming Camila, you best hope ZMAC and The King pray for mercy.
Camila: Get the fuck out of my office. Boys show him the door now.
Nightingale raises his arms, smiles sadistically and walks to the door.
Camila: And James don’t forget... your community service starts tomorrow.
Nightingale, shaking his head as he leaves: MOTHERFUCKER!