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| Topic Started: Oct 29 2010, 01:11 AM (67 Views) | |
| Sledge | Oct 29 2010, 01:11 AM Post #1 |
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7:00 AM Melbourne, Australia October 28th, 2010 The scene opens in a run down motel room. Sledge is lying half naked in bed with two women. He is passed out, head hanging over the edge of the bed, with an almost empty bottle of whiskey still in his hand. The women look appear to be most likely whores. Sledge snores and grunts as he sleeps. The two women toss and turn. The sound of Slayer’s ‘Reign In Blood’ begin to play. It’s Sledge’s cell phone ring tone. Sledge slowly lifts his head, then drops back down, out cold. The cell won’t stop ringing. Sledge finally comes to. Sledge: Shit… He tries to roll over, but in the process, he knocks one of the women to the floor. She doesn’t move, just keeps on sleeping. He drops the whiskey bottle to the floor. Sledge rummages around the room, half awake, looking under clothes, in dresser drawers. He finally finds his phone under an empty case of beer. He looks at his phone and grunts. Sledge: Fuckin’ Tim… Sledge throws the phone against the wall and crawls back into bed. He picks up the whiskey bottle, takes one final swig and falls back to sleep. 7:10 AM Melbourne, Australia October 28th, 2010 There is a knock at the door of Sledge motel room. At first, it’s a gentle knock, but evenly grows louder. Sledge rolls around in the bed, agitated. Sledge: WHAT? Voice: Sledge sir, there is a call for you at the front desk. Sledge: Take a message…it’s… Sledge stops to look at his watch. Sledge: …it’s 7:00 in the God damn morning. Voice: I do realize this sir, but he said it was urgent. I will patch it through to your room. Sledge: Gee, thanks. A few moments later, the room phone rings. Sledge grunts gain and picks it up. Sledge: Hello… Tim: Where the fuck have you been??? Sledge: I’ve missed you too Tim. Tim: I am not kidding around here Sledge. Where the hell have you been? Sledge: Around… Tim: Around? AROUND??? Two weeks I’ve been trying to get a hold of you, two weeks! And you don’t have the common curtsey to give me a call back? So, I will ask again, where the hell have you been. Sledge: Tim, to be completely honest with you, I really don’t know. After I lost to Sam, I just started drinking, and I haven’t stopped. The last few weeks have been a total and complete blur. Hell, there are two women sleeping in my bed right now and I have no idea how they got there. Tim: Oh, I have a pretty good idea Sledge. If I had to venture a guess, I’d say they are probably prostitutes. Sledge: Oh, come on! Why would you say something like that Timmy? Trying to hurt my feelings? Tim: No, Sledge, I am not. I say they are probably prostitutes because you…you drunk, stupid bastard…stole my credit card, put this motel room on it and got a huge cash advance. How do you think I found you? Sledge: Man, I just woke up. You expect me to be like Sherlock Holmes and figure this shit out. Tim: *sigh* Sledge, just get your shit together and get your ass ready for Sunday. Sledge: Why, what’s Sunday? Tim: Jesus Christ…Horrorcore is Sunday. Sledge: Yeah? Tim: You have a match at Horrorcore. Sledge: I do? What kind of match? Who am I facing? Tim: Man, you really are out of it. You are in a Falls Count Anywhere Frenzy match… Sledge: Hey, sounds pretty cool. Tim: …with Ballard, Williams, St. James, Jakob and Buzz for the Ultraviolet title. Does any of this sound familiar? Sledge: Uh, not really Timmy, but I’ll be there, don’t you worry. Tim: I always worry Sledge. Sledge: Wait, did you say Buzz and Jakob? Tim: Yup. Buzz actually wanted you added to this match, remember? Sledge: Nope, sorry. But man, I got to face off with Buzz and Jakob in the same match, not to mention three other dudes? Man, I am screwed! Tim: Don’t worry Sledge, this is your cup of tea, hardcore match with you old buddy Buzz, you’ll be fine. Sledge: Um, what part of hardcore makes you think it’ll be fine? Tim: You worry too much. Now ask the two ladies to leave, get cleaned up and get ready for the match. Sledge: OK boss, but I kind of got the feeling you are throwing me to the wolves. Tim: See you Sunday. Sledge: Yup. Sledge hangs up the phone. He turns around and begins tapping the two women on the shoulders. Sledge: Excuse me ladies, but you got to go. They both roll over and ignore Sledge. He grabs the edge of the mattress, and flips it, dropping the two women to the floor. Sledge: Get the hell out! They gather up your clothes as the scamper to the door. |
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