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| A secret life; Storm Brothers RP1 | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 1 2008, 04:18 PM (18 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Oct 1 2008, 04:18 PM Post #1 |
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The lights flicker on as Douglas, holding a large training bag, then Travis, who is holding a smaller red rucksack, enter there room at the Hyatt Regency in Wichita, Kansas – the location for this weeks Warzone. The room is a large and spacey room with two separate double beds. The décor is of a brown and cream base and the set up is very smart. There is a view across the bustling city of Wichita from the large window. Travis, who is dressed in a pair of beige shorts and a white England football shirt, pushes past Douglas and hops onto the bed nearest to the window, throwing his bag onto the pillows. He sits on it and bounces up and down a couple of times. I’ll have this bed, it’s nearest the window! I can check out the women as they walk past. Travis kneels on the bed and looks excitedly out the window as Douglas smirks and shakes his head, placing the bag on the other bed. He is dressed in a light blue collared shirt tucked into his black jeans, the top two buttons undone. Douglas walks up to the window and looks out. He puts his arm around Travis… Travis, we are eight floors up. How the hell do you expect to check out girls from up here? Travis looks at Douglas, who still has his arm around him and smiles. He bounces off the bed and undoes his red rucksack. He appears to be fishing around inside the bag as Douglas looks a little confused, and then he pulls out a pair of binoculars. Douglas frowns. They look like… That’s right they are dads special hunting binoculars, but I thought they would be perfect for our little trip. We can go and do some site seeing!!! I brought mum’s camcorder too!!! Douglas shakes his head. Travis, did you even ask if you could borrow this stuff? Travis smiles at Douglas. Why do you have to worry about all the unimportant things? They won’t miss them, and even if they do…well…well…we’re thousands of miles away so we can’t be grounded or belted… or anything! Douglas laughs at Travis. He lies down on his bed with his arms behind his head. Travis, you are 23 years old. You don’t get grounded or belted. But the point is you should ask before you take. Travis puts the binoculars down and looks a little sullen. Yeah yeah, whatever! If I had asked dad would have said no! Travis then smiles… Anyway Douglas, lets go out and check out some of the sites and some of the local tottie. Douglas shakes his head, still lying on his bed. Have you forgotten something Travis… we have a match in a few days for the Global Tag Team Titles. This is what it’s all about; this is why we came to America, why we came to CZW! Travis looks a little confused… So we didn’t come here to see America and check out the ladies? Douglas sits up and crosses his arms. No Travis, there will be plenty of time for checking out the sites and for you to look at the local women after we win the tag team titles. We have four men to consider here. Eddie Rowan is the X-division champion and he looked on his game at Extreme Intervention. Mike Monroe is one of the best high fliers on the roster. Then there’s Covey and Fiscus, those lunatics are going to stop at nothing to keep there titles. And they are both pretty dangerous guys. We have to be prepared and the only way to get prepared is to do what our father taught us… There is a moment of silence as Travis appears to think… he then puts up his finger as if he suddenly understands. Err…If we are not in bed by midnight come home? Douglas shakes his head… Travis, get a grip! Get your head off your genitals and start thinking as a wrestler, a superstar… a future champion! Dad taught us to study our opponents. Exploit there weaknesses, and learn how to counter there strengths. Learn there moves and think of how you would counter them. Be ready for every eventuality before it happens. If we can do that then we have won the match. We will be unbeatable. Travis nods his head, as if he understands. Ok, that’s good. I’m going out; you do the studying and then tell me what you find. Douglas puts his head in his hands in disbelief as Travis grabs the video camera. Just incase I decide…. Travis stops speaking as he sees that Douglas is now staring a hole through him. Instead he takes the camera and runs out of the room. The door shuts, leaving Douglas on his own as he sighs, shaking his head. The room is now silent. Douglas lies back and begins to think about Emily, his wife back home in recovery after a dangerous dice with death due to a brain tumor. His eyes begin to fill with tears as his heart pulls tight, his longing to be alongside her growing ever stronger. I must snap out of this! Douglas appears to will himself to get up and try and not dwell on his wife back home, instead he has to concentrate on his match. He sits up and searches through his bag, picking up a DVD with Warzone matches recorded on it. As he stands up and walks over to the 24inch flat screen TV/DVD combo he sets up the DVD before taking the remote and sitting back and watching the footage. --------------------------------------- Scene 2 is looking through a camcorder in downtown Wichita, the camera is shaking as if being held by an amateur. He is focused on a woman standing alone; she is a largely built woman with glasses and appears to have a receding hairline! Travis, who is filming, begins to speak in an almost whisper. This is Travis Storm and I am here in Wichita, Kansas… the home town of one Alan Fiscus. The man that me and my brother will be facing along with Matt Covey and those other guys for the Global Tag Titles. I thought, with my brother being boring and staying in the hotel, it would be a perfect opportunity for me to study Alan. That woman over there was, a few years ago, Alan’s prom date. Her name is Andrea and I am going to attempt to get a word and see if we can find out a little bit more about Alan Fiscus. Travis Storm signing out…. As the camera comes back on it is focused on the woman that Travis had been watching just moments ago… ![]() Thank you for your time and agreeing to talk to me as I make the documentary called ‘Just who is Fiscus?’ Err, who? Andrea looks a little confused, as she appears to not remember the name of Alan Fiscus. She speaks with a very strong southern accent and her voice is of a low masculine tone. Alan Fiscus… you may remember he was your prom date at the end of high school? Here… this is the guy? ![]() Travis shows Andrea a picture of Fiscus in his younger days, hoping to jog her memory. As soon as she sees it, she smiles broadly and nods. Oh, you mean Flopsy! Flopsy… who is Flopsy? Yeah, we called him Flopsy cos he was well known for his inability to get hard… at least before he found Fiscagra… the One Pill Riot!!! Travis laughs as Andrea smiles and runs her fingers through her hair, which appears to be growing from way back on her forehead! Although, it turned out there was a good reason for it. Flopsy was gay, he didn’t want to admit it but in the end his obsession for cock became too much. He ended up with a man called Elizabeth… a proper gay one he was. He’s still around these parts; works at the local café just around that corner actually… you can’t miss him. Travis begins to laugh more, the camera shaking as he tries to control his laughter… That would explain something then… his obsession with Jesse Montana. He’s the CZW World Champion and a guy Fiscus has seemed to be fixated on for some time. Do you know, he even slept with a woman wearing a Jesse Montana mask so he could imagine he was doing Jesse? Andrea nods her head in agreement… I can believe that… he was into all sorts of weird kinky stuff! I wasn’t really up for it but I heard him and Elizabeth used to get up to all sorts. Story is, he got Elizabeth to tie him up face down and then ram a cucumber up his ass… which he then sucked! Travis laughs hard for a while, but Andrea remains quite serious. Hey Andrea, it’s been great talking to you. I’m learning lots of good stuff already. The camera views Travis’s hand come forward and shakes Andrea’s. Travis then turns the camera to face himself, a close up of his face that is not in focus… the camera shaking wildly. So already we learn more about who Fiscus really is. It makes me a little nervous, getting in the ring with a man like that. I guess that kind of explains the reason he wanted a Riot Match with Jesse so badly too. I mean we are talking a match that is exactly as a usual match only you have to pin your opponents for a five count. I guess the guy was just hoping for those two extra seconds to lie on top of his obsession. Anyway, best go and try and find this Elizabeth guy… Travis Storm…signing out. Travis storm turns off the camcorder and the view is now of Travis, holding the camcorder and walking briskly around the corner. Once he gets around the corner he comes to an old café, there are tables set up outside and the sound of quiet relaxing music coming from inside. There a few tables that are occupied, but most are empty. Travis searches for anyone that could be Elizabeth. He notices a pretty young lady wearing red top and white shorts, carrying a tray of drinks… but that can’t be her, Elizabeth is apparently a man. Travis begins walking up to the young lady when he hears a voice shouting to his left, from inside the café. As he turns he sees a man walking outside carrying a tray with sandwiches on it. He is dressed very oddly and is walking like a lady, he has white blonde hair and if anything, his facial features look similar to Andrea. He walks with his nose in the air as if he is proud of the way he looks. Travis knows immediately that this must be Elizabeth and so he shouts over… Elizabeth? The man turns around and sees Travis… Can I help you? He appears to speak with a well spoken southern accent. His voice is very softly spoken, almost to the point of being feminine. Travis, now certain he has found his man, begins fumbling with his camcorder. Elizabeth passes the sandwiches to an old couple before walking over to him. You know my name… can I help you at all sir? Yes, I want to speak to you about a certain Alan Fiscus…. You may know him from CZW wrestling. Elizabeth smiles, and claps his hands together… he pouts his lips in a very gay way! Straight away he begins to talk about Alan, but Travis is not listening as he appears to be struggling with the camcorder. Whilst half listening he notices that Elizabeth is talking about Alan getting married. Travis is still looking confused but then smiles and lifts up the camcorder… focusing in on Elizabeth… ![]() Sorry I wasn’t filming then, would you repeat that last sentence for me Elizabeth? Yes, I said he was a great boyfriend. He was up for anything, and I mean everything. He even sucked peanut butter off my cock once! Travis laughs and the camera shakes, he manages to compose himself… Not that, the bit you said afterwards. About you being surprised he was married. Oh yes. Well I am… he never really liked women. I mean, he used to sleep with them… but he couldn’t attach himself. I can’t believe he married a woman! Well in all honesty, i think he is going off his wife now as his thoughts are with another man... a man called Jesse Montana. Hey, he even tags up with Jesse Montana’s ex bodyguard just so he can get inside information on him. I tell you, it’s an unhealthy obsession if you ask me. Elizabeth smiles and he then appears to think… his eyes full of love and passion about his former partner. Yes. That sounds like my Alan. He used to have a bit of an obsession with me, ever since the time he saw me parading around in those tight hot pants and my crotch was hanging out. He did something like that with me. He actually used my sister to get to me. He slept with her and sent a little message home with Paul… that’s my sister…so that I would notice him. Oh really, what message was that. He actually scratched his initials and my initials in her buttock with a pair of scissors. She would’ve loved it! Like me she was into that sadomasochistic thing! As soon as I saw that, I was hooked… there’s never been another man like him. His name ‘Flopsy’ certainly didn’t apply when he was up my bottom. So you knew about the name Flopsy too? Oh yes, well my sister did. He tried to get it up with her but it just wouldn’t work. Truth is he needs a good man to get him going. Elizabeth pauses for a bit and bites his bottom lip, thrusting his groin forwards towards Travis. Do you know him then, I’d love to get back in touch? Elizabeth smiles and begins twirling the quiff at the front of his head. You could say I’m starting to know him; I’m starting to know him much better… Do you know where I can find your sister? Elizabeth frowns and shakes his head. You won’t! She got sent down for a five year stretch for attempting to mount a top Senator. She’s a big lady my sister. Yes, I’m starting to see he had a thing for big ladies…and men. If you want to speak to someone else, there are a couple of ladies that work at the local launderette. They were rumored to have been with Alan more recently, this was just last year. Last year? But he’s married… Not sure if it is true but the launderette is just past the market… near to my favorite stall in fact, the gay and lesbian stall. The guy that works there scares me a bit though… he has a real far out, psycho look about him! Thanks for that Elizabeth and thanks for your time. Travis Storm…signing out! Travis turns off the camcorder and cautiously shakes Elizabeth’s hand before walking off towards the only market he can see. As he searches around he notices an old launderette across the other side of a small collection of market stalls. As he walks happily through the market, casually eyeing up any attractive girls he walks past, he suddenly stops! With a shocked look on his face he quietly sneaks behind a stall selling coats and jackets. He turns on the camcorder and faces it towards him, again with a shaky unfocused shot of his face. Guys, that market stall Elizabeth was telling me about… the gay and lesbian stall… well I’ve just found it. The scary guy that’s working there…take a look at this. Travis takes the camcorder and swings it around… showing the view of the stall. ![]() It looks like Matt Covey has himself a little part time job going, in the home town of his partner Alan Fiscus. With all I have heard about Alan, and now seeing this… I am not too sure that there isn’t more to there partnership than business. Covey’s home town is wherever the hell he pleases… could that even mean Alan’s bed? I am going to need to get past him without him seeing me; I don’t want him to know that the Storms are onto his little secret! The view is then of Travis sneaking past the stall, hoping not to be seen. He has his arm over his face as he runs past quickly. He then crosses across to the launderette just behind the stall and runs in… as he enters he stands against the wall taking deep breaths. Can I help you maaan? A woman’s voice with a strong Jamaican accent attracts Travis’s attention. He turns around to see a very large black woman dressed in a short white dress and a green apron, her rolls of flab cascading below her skirt. Her hair styled like an explosion off her head. Travis attempts to not heave, but composes himself as he walks closer to her. Hello, I am looking for a woman. Well I am all woman… as you can see. You are a very handsome man; can I assist you with anything? The large woman looks him up and down and smiles, her yellowing teeth protruding from her mouth. No I am looking for a specific woman… I am not sure of her name, but she may know a guy called Alan Fiscus? The woman smiles and puts out her arms… Oh my little Alan. You know my little Alan… wait a minute!!! The huge woman starts running her large hands through Travis’s hair as she smiles, her eyes focused on Travis. About 6 foot tall…athletically built, long straw length hair Travis moves her hand away. You must be Jesse Montana maaan… he always talks about you. Quite a crush he has on you Jesse. Come on through, I get you cake and the finest Jamaican coffee. Travis smiles and picks up his camcorder. No I’m not Jesse Montana, my name is Travis Storm… I am doing a short film about Alan Fiscus. The woman frowns and begins running towards him, shaking her arms. To Travis it is like being charged by an angry Rhinoceros! Then you must leave now! You are that man that is going to try and take my little Alan’s championship! There is nothing for you here… may the lord strike down on you maaan!!! As she runs towards him, Travis notices a picture on the wall, seemingly stuck on with adhesive tape. He stops and points to it… ![]() Is this you and … He doesn’t manage to finish his sentence before she swipes her large hand towards him. He ducks and grabs hold of the picture, ripping it off the wall. Get out! Get out of here!!! Travis runs out of the shop, the large Jamaican woman bounding after him. As he runs across the market, he notices Matt Covey walking over to the shop… clearly he has heard the shouting from outside on his stall! Travis manages to bypass Matt and runs, still holding tightly onto his camcorder and the photo of Alan he has just stolen! ----------------------------- The next scene is back at the hotel room. Douglas is sitting, now in silence, looking at his phone. At that moment the door bursts open and in runs Travis… his face red and he is breathing heavily. He then stops and smiles… Douglas, I did what you said… I got some major scoop on Fiscus and Covey. Douglas remains serious, his eyes looking empty. He looks up to Travis… Come on lets watch it now!!!! Travis is still excited and begins setting up the Camcorder… Travis, I just got a call… Yeah okay, lets watch this… it’s awesome… you won’t believe some of this shit I got. Douglas remains somber, he looks at Travis. Travis, please…not now. I got a call… it’s… Travis stops what he is doing and notices the look in his brother’s eyes. He, himself now starts to look worried… What is it Douglas… what is it? ….. TO BE CONTINUED!!! |
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