Post by xtremefate on Feb 9, 2008 3:44:20 GMT -5
A rain storm rolled in the city of Bagdad, Kentucky. We are seen in a gloomy room, Faintly in the background can be noises of grunts but in the foreground the pattering of rain beating down on the beaten up modified plastic window. The place wasn't very nice looking nor clean. On parts of the wall revealed the bricks that were laid from what the looks of it was pre historic times. Then the focus came to the grunts. The sound came from a overly sized man, But it wasn't TRB but he looked very familar.
Chet: Hey good job Bernard your looking insane!
The man was around the same height and weight actually as TRB and he seemed to have the same type of baldness that was occuring over age like TRB's was. Nobody knew who this character was until moments after.
TRB: Thanks Chet your workouts are intense....This will really help me against my match up against Wez & who else? Hell I don't know but I'm gonna destroy him too. Just you wait.
Chet laughed very annoyingly, It was a higher pitch voice that had a few snorts at the climaxes of his laugh.
Chet: Well what did you think your cousin was? A push over?
As we see the workout TRB was doing was actually rather pathetic. He had in his hands to jumbo sized beeforoni cans that by the looks of it, was using as dumbells.
The sweat dripped off TRB constant and often, Soon he huffed and puffed and stopped. When he got up the bench he was on was just engulfed in man sweat and the leather that he was sitting on was now like tan hide because of the excessive weight that was on the leather for a long period of time.
He was wearing his same old work out attire; Grey hoodie with grey trackpants. It also seemed that he hadn't washed it seeing that there had a strong and deadly old odor smell and there was splotch of donut icing from when he won the contest a bit over a month ago.
TRB let out a loud fart that seemed to shake the entire building as he continued pigging out on the pork rines , Pretzels and a half of chocolate cake.
TRB: Mmmmmm...This smells so good. Where'd you get it delivered from?
Chet: It's not delivery it's Delicio...
TRB: Bull **** Delicio makes pizzas!
TRB suddenlly lunged at his cousin, Chet and began a cat fight. TRB quickly got around and layed ontop of Chet, He screamed for help but he was soon muffled because a piece of the cake was lodged down his throat.
TRB: Tell me...Where you got this goddamn Cake from...
TRB expression was now very serious and stern. He then repeated his question one more time before awaiting for where the cake has been delivered from.
Chet: It's Delici-
Chet was soon cut off because he got clobbered in the face with the most forceful slap ever known to man. Chet lip was now bleeding and he began to tear up. Soon he was bawling and threw out a few cusses before storming out of the building. Attention now on TRB, He was still pissed and was panting heavily. He looked around and then looked back at the last slice of cake. TRB walked over there slowly and began to chow down once again.
TRB: Delicio my
ing ass...
The scene ends with a close shot of TRB eating the cake as parts of the icing seeps threw the small cracks around his mouth.
(OOC: I will be making another RP more focused on TRB's match)
Chet: Hey good job Bernard your looking insane!
The man was around the same height and weight actually as TRB and he seemed to have the same type of baldness that was occuring over age like TRB's was. Nobody knew who this character was until moments after.
TRB: Thanks Chet your workouts are intense....This will really help me against my match up against Wez & who else? Hell I don't know but I'm gonna destroy him too. Just you wait.
Chet laughed very annoyingly, It was a higher pitch voice that had a few snorts at the climaxes of his laugh.
Chet: Well what did you think your cousin was? A push over?
As we see the workout TRB was doing was actually rather pathetic. He had in his hands to jumbo sized beeforoni cans that by the looks of it, was using as dumbells.
The sweat dripped off TRB constant and often, Soon he huffed and puffed and stopped. When he got up the bench he was on was just engulfed in man sweat and the leather that he was sitting on was now like tan hide because of the excessive weight that was on the leather for a long period of time.
He was wearing his same old work out attire; Grey hoodie with grey trackpants. It also seemed that he hadn't washed it seeing that there had a strong and deadly old odor smell and there was splotch of donut icing from when he won the contest a bit over a month ago.
TRB let out a loud fart that seemed to shake the entire building as he continued pigging out on the pork rines , Pretzels and a half of chocolate cake.
TRB: Mmmmmm...This smells so good. Where'd you get it delivered from?
Chet: It's not delivery it's Delicio...
TRB: Bull **** Delicio makes pizzas!
TRB suddenlly lunged at his cousin, Chet and began a cat fight. TRB quickly got around and layed ontop of Chet, He screamed for help but he was soon muffled because a piece of the cake was lodged down his throat.
TRB: Tell me...Where you got this goddamn Cake from...
TRB expression was now very serious and stern. He then repeated his question one more time before awaiting for where the cake has been delivered from.
Chet: It's Delici-
Chet was soon cut off because he got clobbered in the face with the most forceful slap ever known to man. Chet lip was now bleeding and he began to tear up. Soon he was bawling and threw out a few cusses before storming out of the building. Attention now on TRB, He was still pissed and was panting heavily. He looked around and then looked back at the last slice of cake. TRB walked over there slowly and began to chow down once again.
TRB: Delicio my
ing ass...The scene ends with a close shot of TRB eating the cake as parts of the icing seeps threw the small cracks around his mouth.
(OOC: I will be making another RP more focused on TRB's match)
