Post by Markw on Jan 10, 2010 6:39:37 GMT -5
Beep Beep… Beep Beep… Beep Beep… Beep Beep
Joe smashed his hand down against the alarm clock, his hair matted together covering the front of his face as he tucks his knees into his chest and pulls the quilt back over his face.
“Come on man you’ve got a lecture” Daniel shouted in his horrible chirpy American accent.
“
it, I’ve got a hangover” Joe mumbled.
“Your Life”
The door slammed shut just as Joe kicked the quilt of his bed, flicking his hair back to the side of his face before clambering to his feet and continuing to open all the cupboards around chanting Aspirin repeatedly in hope that somehow it would aid him in his search, before eventually giving up and collapsing into the chair positioned in the center of the room surrounded by drink cans and papers littered across every ounce of space. Eventually after a few minutes of groaning and mumbling to himself he looked up to see his laptop open the email icon popping up with the number 276 across it in red.
“Great more spam”
He moved the pointer to it, smashing the keyboard a couple of times to stop the cursor sticking. The e-mail popped up…
WFWF
Dear Mr. Joseph Bishop
We are interested in having you work a few shows for the next week for us so we can have a closer look at you, due to a lack of wrestlers appearing to shows and untrustworthy, unreliable, injury prone workers we have a couple of spots to fill and would be delighted if you would be willing to do a couple of shows for us, bellow is a list of dates we have planned for our next shows.
21st January
4 Months Later
7 Months Later
6 Years Later
Yours Sincerely, Mr. Trace Demon
"Great more Football Manager minutes (5 Human Hours) taken up earning money." Joe clicked down a few more e-mails.
“You have won the Irish Lottery to claim your prize just e-mail us all your details and a list of times you are out of your house”
He rolled his eyes before clicking down to another
“Check out my photos of snowwomen giving snowmen blow jobs on facebook… thanks for that one e-mail that’s gotten me a life time of spam DTP…”
He clicked off the E-Mail revealing his AFC Wimbledon desktop littered with porn and football and wrestling games before holding in the power button because he just couldn’t be bothered to shut it down properly. Joe pushed his hands against the chair lifting his face up before eventually mustering the strength to lift his entire body up until he was eventually on his feet. Continuing to wade through the piles of rubbish littered around the floor towards the toilet. He crawled along the toilet floor, flicked his hair back before positioning himself over the toilet and continuing to regurgitate the kebab from the night before. He fell to the floor, before quickly jumping back up trying to yank, whatever that sticky crap he just fell in was, from out of his hair.
“Perhaps falling on the floor of the bathroom wasn’t that good an idea”
He leaned over pulling the showerhead from the wall and turning it on.
“AHHH! That’sing hot”
Joe turned it away somewhere around the floor as he turned it down.
“Damn, that’s cold”
He quickly tuned it to the only setting between the two he had previously been using…
“HOT! Cold… HOT! Cold… HOT!”
He threw it down to the ground turning it off.
“I hate theing shower!”
He quickly filled the sink with a mixture of hot and cold water before quickly dunking and then yanking his head back out of it.
Daniel walked back in, greeted by the site of Joe, his hair dripping down and a smear of sick round his chin. Dan tossed him a can of Pepsi and a Chocolate bar, giving him a weird look before shifting across the room keeping eye contact with his flat mate at all times with an obvious look of confusion across his face.
“I’ve been gone 5 minutes and your soaking wet and have some crap on your face?”
“It’s sick actually… Oh… Right… Yep…”
“Right, okayyyyy then”
Dan moved over to the kitchen as his flat mate continued to grab a towel, press his face against it and smother himself with it letting all kinds of strange sounds roll out of his face. He then very slowly slid it down his face whipping the thread of snot that linked the towel and his nose quickly away.
“I’ve gotta go to the gym, got a wrestling match soon”
“Cool, who against?”
“Beats me, It’s with the WFWF, don’t have a clue what I’m doing on the show yet”
“You sound prepared”
“Ah I’ll be fine”
“That’s a great attitude”
“Ah whatever, anyway you coming gym?”
Joe begins to jump up and down struggling to get his ripped black jeans up to his waist in the quickest, most hassle-free, half assed way possible as he awaits a response.
“Sure, why not, better make sure you don’t pass out”
“Ha-ha” he returned sarcastically,
“C’mon” said Dan slinging his bag over his shoulder, while Joe quickly buttoned up his shirt, simultaneously dragging his bag along the floor, piles of clothes trying to escape from it as it came close to splitting.
They trotted down the stairs before exiting and running down the road.
“Hey Dan, Hey Joe” said the on passing man walking down the pavement, headphones in his ears.
“Hey Tom” said Dan
“Yeah Hey” followed Joe as they continued to jog along, Joe desperately dragging his bag to try and keep up.
“Hey Guys” said another dude sprinting by.
“Hey Chad” replied Dan.
“Yeah, Hey ‘Fro”
Dan quickly nudged Joe in the side.
“You can’t call him that man” he insisted lowering the tone of his voice.
“Sorry” replied Joe sticking his hands up while using his best sarcastic voice.
“Just think, before you say, anything” sounding out the word anything to make it as clear possible.
A cheeky grin came across Joe’s face but it was quickly wiped back off by the glare Dan gave him. Silence ensued for the next two or three minutes before they arrived at the gym. Dan flashed his card and walked in coolly as Joe continued to grab his bag and drag it in quickly shoving his card in the face of the guy at the door before continuing on inside.
Dan went straight over to the weights as Joe dragged his bag over to the treadmill, glancing over to Dan who was already showing off his muscles.
“Vein Twat” he whispered under his breath a grin appearing across his face.
OOC: I hate the WF censorship so when it says poop and things like that, I didn’t just randomly write poop, you know what it means (Shifty Eyes) So yeah just a short introduction to the character hope it's ok.
Joe smashed his hand down against the alarm clock, his hair matted together covering the front of his face as he tucks his knees into his chest and pulls the quilt back over his face.
“Come on man you’ve got a lecture” Daniel shouted in his horrible chirpy American accent.
“
it, I’ve got a hangover” Joe mumbled.“Your Life”
The door slammed shut just as Joe kicked the quilt of his bed, flicking his hair back to the side of his face before clambering to his feet and continuing to open all the cupboards around chanting Aspirin repeatedly in hope that somehow it would aid him in his search, before eventually giving up and collapsing into the chair positioned in the center of the room surrounded by drink cans and papers littered across every ounce of space. Eventually after a few minutes of groaning and mumbling to himself he looked up to see his laptop open the email icon popping up with the number 276 across it in red.
“Great more spam”
He moved the pointer to it, smashing the keyboard a couple of times to stop the cursor sticking. The e-mail popped up…
WFWF
Dear Mr. Joseph Bishop
We are interested in having you work a few shows for the next week for us so we can have a closer look at you, due to a lack of wrestlers appearing to shows and untrustworthy, unreliable, injury prone workers we have a couple of spots to fill and would be delighted if you would be willing to do a couple of shows for us, bellow is a list of dates we have planned for our next shows.
21st January
4 Months Later
7 Months Later
6 Years Later
Yours Sincerely, Mr. Trace Demon
"Great more Football Manager minutes (5 Human Hours) taken up earning money." Joe clicked down a few more e-mails.
“You have won the Irish Lottery to claim your prize just e-mail us all your details and a list of times you are out of your house”
He rolled his eyes before clicking down to another
“Check out my photos of snowwomen giving snowmen blow jobs on facebook… thanks for that one e-mail that’s gotten me a life time of spam DTP…”
He clicked off the E-Mail revealing his AFC Wimbledon desktop littered with porn and football and wrestling games before holding in the power button because he just couldn’t be bothered to shut it down properly. Joe pushed his hands against the chair lifting his face up before eventually mustering the strength to lift his entire body up until he was eventually on his feet. Continuing to wade through the piles of rubbish littered around the floor towards the toilet. He crawled along the toilet floor, flicked his hair back before positioning himself over the toilet and continuing to regurgitate the kebab from the night before. He fell to the floor, before quickly jumping back up trying to yank, whatever that sticky crap he just fell in was, from out of his hair.
“Perhaps falling on the floor of the bathroom wasn’t that good an idea”
He leaned over pulling the showerhead from the wall and turning it on.
“AHHH! That’s
ing hot”Joe turned it away somewhere around the floor as he turned it down.
“Damn, that’s cold”
He quickly tuned it to the only setting between the two he had previously been using…
“HOT! Cold… HOT! Cold… HOT!”
He threw it down to the ground turning it off.
“I hate the
ing shower!”He quickly filled the sink with a mixture of hot and cold water before quickly dunking and then yanking his head back out of it.
Daniel walked back in, greeted by the site of Joe, his hair dripping down and a smear of sick round his chin. Dan tossed him a can of Pepsi and a Chocolate bar, giving him a weird look before shifting across the room keeping eye contact with his flat mate at all times with an obvious look of confusion across his face.
“I’ve been gone 5 minutes and your soaking wet and have some crap on your face?”
“It’s sick actually… Oh… Right… Yep…”
“Right, okayyyyy then”
Dan moved over to the kitchen as his flat mate continued to grab a towel, press his face against it and smother himself with it letting all kinds of strange sounds roll out of his face. He then very slowly slid it down his face whipping the thread of snot that linked the towel and his nose quickly away.
“I’ve gotta go to the gym, got a wrestling match soon”
“Cool, who against?”
“Beats me, It’s with the WFWF, don’t have a clue what I’m doing on the show yet”
“You sound prepared”
“Ah I’ll be fine”
“That’s a great attitude”
“Ah whatever, anyway you coming gym?”
Joe begins to jump up and down struggling to get his ripped black jeans up to his waist in the quickest, most hassle-free, half assed way possible as he awaits a response.
“Sure, why not, better make sure you don’t pass out”
“Ha-ha” he returned sarcastically,
“C’mon” said Dan slinging his bag over his shoulder, while Joe quickly buttoned up his shirt, simultaneously dragging his bag along the floor, piles of clothes trying to escape from it as it came close to splitting.
They trotted down the stairs before exiting and running down the road.
“Hey Dan, Hey Joe” said the on passing man walking down the pavement, headphones in his ears.
“Hey Tom” said Dan
“Yeah Hey” followed Joe as they continued to jog along, Joe desperately dragging his bag to try and keep up.
“Hey Guys” said another dude sprinting by.
“Hey Chad” replied Dan.
“Yeah, Hey ‘Fro”
Dan quickly nudged Joe in the side.
“You can’t call him that man” he insisted lowering the tone of his voice.
“Sorry” replied Joe sticking his hands up while using his best sarcastic voice.
“Just think, before you say, anything” sounding out the word anything to make it as clear possible.
A cheeky grin came across Joe’s face but it was quickly wiped back off by the glare Dan gave him. Silence ensued for the next two or three minutes before they arrived at the gym. Dan flashed his card and walked in coolly as Joe continued to grab his bag and drag it in quickly shoving his card in the face of the guy at the door before continuing on inside.
Dan went straight over to the weights as Joe dragged his bag over to the treadmill, glancing over to Dan who was already showing off his muscles.
“Vein Twat” he whispered under his breath a grin appearing across his face.
OOC: I hate the WF censorship so when it says poop and things like that, I didn’t just randomly write poop, you know what it means (Shifty Eyes) So yeah just a short introduction to the character hope it's ok.
