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| Ohh Johnny Boy!!!; OverDrive RP | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 05:40 AM (37 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 17 2009, 05:40 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens up inside of nice house just outside of Wichita, Kansas. A very country style home, with a small room where collected items are kept. Sean Hustle sits on a small black chair next to a shelf, holding collectible action figures. Next to that, a row of expensive, electric guitars that had been collected through the years. On the small table next to Sean Hustle, lay an ashtray with a big Cohiba cigar lit inside of it. Sean takes a drag of the large cigar, puts it down, then looks to the camera and smiles. Hustle- Hello America, and other countries that don't have the importance for me to address them individually. I am a man who needs no introduction, but I know the ladies love to hear my name. I am, the one... the only... everybody's favorite athlete... SEAN HUSTLE!!! Sean puts the cigar in his mouth and claps for himself, ever so loudly. He takes another puff of the Cohiba and puts it down. He picks up a guitar that is laying next to him. Hustle- Now lets be completely honest America, I'm one of the most, if not THE most bad ass cowboy on the ranch. But does that mean I can't make sweet, sweet music? Does that mean I can't make the ladies shiver with the singing voice of an angel? Of course not, there is no shame in my game, I am a jack of all trades! Now before my special guest arrives, I have written and intend to compose a special song for a certain little lady, and her name is... Sean strums on the strings of the guitar to create an annoying, screeching sound. Hustle- Johnny... Sean strums the guitar again, then there is a knock on the door. Hustle- Come on in beautiful! The door opens and Jenny Jacobs walks in slowly, and looks at Sean. Hustle- Hello there Jenny, you're looking as stunning as ever. I mean, you're almost my type right now, consider yourself pretty blessed. Take a seat over there darling. Jenny- Umm, thank you I guess. Jenny sits down and crosses her legs, shes looks up at Sean and gives a little smile. Jenny- Alright Sean, what is it that you need from me? Hustle- Well, don't you want to interview and ask me about my victory? Jenny- Well actually, we've really been trying to get a hold of The Custodian, because he actually won. But his schedule is booked for some reason, so... Sean takes another puff of his cigar, and places the guitar on the floor. Hustle- The Custodian??? Lets be honest Jenny, even the most dim-whitted "Special" person gets to ride in the van without a helmet at least once, you know what I'm saying? Jenny- Well... kind of, I guess... Hustle- So he may have gotten the pin that night. But nobody was more victorious than I was when it was all said and done. Jenny- You must be talking about your attack on Johnny Kerosene after the bell. What possessed you to do something that extreme? I mean you nearly choked the man until he was out cold. Hustle- Nearly? I never do anything "Nearly". I held onto that pathetic thing Johnny calls a neck until his entire body went limp. No, I wasn't possessed, I wasn't in any insane state of mind. I did what comes naturally to me, its called "Survival of the Fittest". I'm not the bad guy, I just carry out the natural order of the world. I weed out the weak, and eliminate them so the strong and rightfully divine can stay where they are suppose to be, and that my dear lady, is on top. Jenny- Well, thats cool...if you say so. What about this new state of mind, this almost selfish way you've been acting? What is the reason for this now? Sean takes a sip of bourbon from the small glass beside the ashtray, then smiles at Jenny. Hustle- Let me try to explain this well enough to get it through the simple minds of these so called wrestling "fans". Trying to be friendly and fair got me absolutely nowhere! Nothing is given to you, especially if you're a good person who waits his turn. Nope, you've got to grab opportunity by its weak ass neck and choke for dear life! Johnny boy plans on using my name and charisma as his god damn ticket to the top, so he'll take an ass kicking from me whenever he can. I'll be damned if I let a classless, no talent punk like Johnny Kerosene use me as a stepping stone. So now all the critics who said I may suffer from ring rust in my first match, they can all kneel down and kiss my ass. You can ask Johnny boy just how rusty my in ring skills are, that is if he isin't still asleep! Ahahahahah. Sean looks directly into the camera and smiles for the people. Jenny- I guess thats a good enough explanation, so then you're ready to go for your next match? Hustle- Well I had a feeling that after the last event, and all of the ratings I pulled in, that I would be scheduled yet again to entertain the masses. Who is the unlucky contestant? Jenny- Contestants, plural. You're scheduled in a Fatal Four Way Match, against your buddy Johnny Kerosene, Kimo Newton, and the legendary Zodiac Thrilla. Sean looks back into the camera and laughs slightly. Hustle- Wow this is bound to be a fun one! I can't wait to choke Johnny senseless again. Jenny- Well, are you not concerned about your other opponents? Hustle- To be honest I'm not concerned about anybody that is put in the ring with me, my only concern is that I may seriously injure a man. Other than that I'm never concerned. Jenny- Yes, but aren't you the least bit interested in what role Kimo Newton may play? Hustle- Who? Kimo Newton? Let me think, let me think, Kimo, Kimo. Oh yeah! YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH DOGGGGGG! The Hawaiian Gangster! The Hoodlum from who cares! Well I mean except for the fact that he is a complete stain on society, I kind of like the guy. The way I like annoying insects, and The Jonas Brothers, and screaming children. Let me keep it real for a minute dog! Society would be better off without this guy, so why should I even let him have a fighting chance in the CzW? He's just like ol' Johnny boy, a flash in the pan! If he's lucky he might land a few moves on Johnny, but then its lights out. I know that you didn't appreciate what he did to you last week, did you? Jenny- Well it was a little degrading, but you be honest it was kind of spontaneous and- Hustle- You know what Jenny thats enough of that, just shut your mouth please. Is there anything else that you would like to discuss about my match, or are you going to talk about your sick little fantasies? Jenny- Yes one more question. What about The Zodiac Thrilla? Hustle- Wait wait wait! That guy is still alive? Damn who's the guy who took Thrilla off the shelf? That dusty bastard! The has-been from San Francisco, and everyone knows what kind of things happen in San Francisco right?! Wow, I'm just glad to hear that nobody let him rot away in a retirement home, good for him! Jenny- Yes, well that being said, Zodiac Thrilla was the first CzW World Heavyweight Champion, does that fact change your mind about him or his talent? Hustle- You know what, he may be a nobody right now in the present, but he will always have the past right? Good for Zodiac, like I said I'm happy he's alive. But we'll see how long that lasts after OverDrive. I really used to respect the guy, but for his own safety he should stay out of my way and hope somebody else eliminates him. Just like Kimo, when you step in the ring with me, all that gangster crap goes out the window! Jenny- Well thats about everything I have for you. Tell your friend this is a beautiful home, and thank him for showing me around. Hustle- Whoa! Don't be in such a hurry, I have a musical treat for you and America! You've got to hear my tribute to Johnny Kerosene. I call it "Ohh Johnny Boy" Jenny- Well it sounds lovely, but I really- Hustle- Don't be ridiculous Jenny, you're welcome to stay as long as you want. You've got to hear this, its pure entertainment gold! Sean butts out his cigar, and picks up his guitar. He strums it loudly and off key. Jenny winces at the annoying sound. ** Ohh Johnny Boy! Your pathetic career is falling! Ohh Johnny Boy! Retire and please stop stalling! Go to sleep, because it only takes a sec! Concrete Dreams, I'll ring your little neck! Ohh Johnny Boy! You picked the wrong opponent! I cannot lose, that sucks for you now don't it?! Ohh Johnny Boy! You lack the mind and muscle! Try as you may! But you still won't Knock the Hustle! ** By the way that last line is copy written under Live To Hustle Entertainment and is not to be used by any other promotions without the written consent of Sean Hustle. Violators will be prosecuted, and beat to a bloody pulp. Ladies and gentleman you've just experienced another classic moment with Sean Hustle. Buy my T-shirts and Action Figures at your local Toy and Department store. Some find my material offensive and tasteless, and I don't care at all! Some love it, some hate it. But nobody can Knock The Hustle! Now Jenny, you may show your classless ass to the front door. Have a nice night everyone. |
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