5/5/07 FDS: How to kill a mockingbird.

[cureforthesickness]

Josh Dean.. Seriously.. Why am I here with this dude.. Why is he getting a title shot? I worked for four fucking years to get a shot at that title... FOUR FUCKING YEARS!! Do you realize just how many matches that is? How much blood I’ve lost. How much sweat I’ve lost. What I’ve sacrificed to get here? Millions of miles traveled. I’ve seen the ghettos of New York City to the hot nights in the Sierra desert. I’ve seen a five year old kid selling bootleg DVDs on the streets of the Philippines, because his father was a mobster and his family needs money. I’ve seen some shit. But Josh Dean.. What have you seen.. You’ve seen house shows. You beat Reckless. Is that what it takes to get a world title shot these days? Beat Reckless? It seems that’s what it took for me as well. I wish I would have found Reckless four years ago, would have made my life a hell of a lot easier..

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Sir, please lay still.. These wounds are pretty bad..

I stare upwards and see fluorescent lighting. These glowing white sources of light seem to be one of the few constants in my life. These extremely fragile beams of glass with semi-cancerous gasses inside. Who the hell builds a product that’s extreme fragile with cancer gas inside? Reverend Shadow probably would… This is a nicer hospital than I‘m used to. CBT‘s fronting the bill. Probably making enough extra money on the side whoring out that semen tank he travels with. Fuck this hurts.. I don‘t even remember getting cut on my elbow.. Oh, new nurse coming in. She looks familiar. Nice boobs. Excellent cleavage. Hot towels to clean up my blood. Fuck yeah! That‘s all women are good for! Cleaning and fucking! Clean my head, then suck my cock! What the hell is in this needle? I‘m more pissed than usual..

Doctor: Sir, please lay still. This is a really nasty gash and we need to close it.. How did you get so cut up?

Samantha pipes in from a distance. Always has to get her two cents in..

Samantha: He’s a wrestler. He wrestled in barbie wire against my friend Jason in a bingo hall. There wasn’t no bingo, just lots of blood. I got baby sitted by a high whore.

Nurse (sounding confused and a little bit disturbed): What?

Obo: One of the young boys. Worthless fucks. They can’t wrestle well, but they’re good babysitters.

Samantha: He gave me macaroonis and high fives.

Doctor (now sounding frustrated): Sir, sit still. You’re losing a lot of blood!

Dumb fuck. I know I’m losing a lot of blood. I just got killed. I had a damn Bible stomped into my head. He’s a dumber than Rev, stupid fucker. He’ll have to find something to do with his life now, since wrestling is no longer an option. I’m like hitman or something. People come across me, then they disappear. Reverend Jason, the guy with the tacos.. Fuck God. I’m better than God. God got crucified and died. I got crucified and hit a fucking double stomp. I’m the new God. Worship me. God damn my elbow’s fucked. My cute nurse is leaving and she’s soaked in my blood. For some reason, that’s REALLY sexy. My blood all over those fucking soft tits. Spray some more fluids on you later, babe. More rags coming..

Obo: FUCK! What the fuck is in there??

Doctor: It’s a cleaning solution used to clean out your cuts. Mostly to prevent infection but it also stops the last of the blood loss.

Obo: Why does it burn so bad? Now I know what my dick would’ve felt like if I fucked Vanessa McGurk..

Doctor: Sir, you’ve got to lay still, or we’ll get the restraints..

Fucking cock. Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m God. I’ll move if I want to. I created all this shit. Cows, pigs, midgets, fish, video games, all that shit. It’s all me. I’m even better than God. 7th day.. On the 7th day, Obo kicked ass, just like he did on the 1st through 5th. 6th day he smoked pot and fucked the blood soaked nurse. Fuck yeah. I’m fucking God.

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Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
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Daddy, we’ve got to go!!

These are the words that echo through my head. In one ear and out the other. I know I’ve got to leave, but I don’t care. I ache. My body hurts. My mind is broken. She repeats, her sweet little voice acting as a consistent of a nagging reminder of the evil deed I did some four years ago. Biggest reward in life as well as the biggest mistake. The fuel to my fire, some say, but I disagree. Again she repeats.. This is worse than the barbed wire. Repetitive and consistent. I’ll go when I’m damn ready. Once more and now I’ve had it. I’m gonna kill her.. Stepping quickly, I see her sweet face and my rage diminishes. She is my yin and yang. I quickly head out the door and she’s right behind me, quick to hop into my car and put on her seat belt. She even carried my bag, how sweet.

Down the road the car zooms, leaving everything behind in a fog. The silence in the car is unbreakable, the driver with no desire to speak and the shorter younger passenger in a stunned silence. The pair travel down the road at a high speed before finally making a turn. Quickly into a drive way of a modernized house, the shorter passenger hops out and quickly runs in, her father sitting in the car with an absolutely disgusted look on his face. The young daughter strains to hit the doorbell as her father watches on with a displeased look. Finally a woman answers the door. Sporting a curvy figure and a “Supermom” shirt, her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, she is quickly greeted with a hug. The car that sits in the drive way turns back on and quickly speeds backwards, driving away and leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Fuck.. Why does this tear me up so much? Why do I despise this woman, the woman who bore my child and gave life to my offspring. Why does her face make me want to vomit? The one I love more than any other absolutely adores her, yet she is my ultimate evil. Rage be naught, I shant destroy her, because destroying her would be a partial self destruction. But everything is tied together. She’s got a new car and a new boyfriend with an incredibly high paying job she refuses to introduce me to, for fear of violence. I’m not a violent person, and other than her, only one person’s face brings so much rage to my being that I want to destroy them. This person has to be her new passion. The puzzle I could not solve, so I simply destroyed it. Leave my life you son of a bitch. You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead. Stay dead.

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Office space greets the eye. Papers lay everywhere in a mess, but the occupant seems unworried, instead occupied with a computer screen and pounding away at a keyboard. A beep is heard and the occupant spins around, Doctor Baldwin readily pushing the small red button on his desk.

Baldwin: As long as he has no weapons and isn’t bleeding, send him in..

Doctor Baldwin spins back around and quickly saves what he was doing on his computer. He turns back around and quickly shuffles all his papers into a pile, safely filing them away in a near by black box. Through the door with a limp steps Obo, his forehead with a small white bandage and his elbow wrapped in bandages. Slowly, he makes his way into the office. Doctor Baldwin hops out of his chair and goes towards Obo, but only gets a sigh and a shake of the head as a thank you. Obo heads to the couch nearest Doctor Baldwin’s desk.

Baldwin: So you’re still alive..

Obo: Barely. That crazy bible thumper beat the tar out of me..

Baldwin: I know.. I ordered the event. My wife about had a fit that I spent $40 to watch some “rasslin”, as she called it.

Obo (seeming a little bit excited): So you seen the show? What’d you think of my match?

Baldwin: It was… violent.. There were certainly some things in the event I didn’t approve of. The biggest problem I had was your daughter being involved.. Was she actually allowed to watch this program?

Obo: Yeah. You know that bat I thumped Rev with? She built that thing..

Baldwin: Phillip, I’m very concerned.. This match was extremely violent, and you have no regrets that your daughter watched it? I’m fifty five years old, and there were some things in that match I didn’t think I SHOULD be watching.

Obo (with slight agitation): Like what?

Baldwin: The bare flesh into the barbed wire was my biggest problem. Your stomach being torn apart by the barbed wire haunts me. I’m a grown man and you’re just a patient to me. I cannot imagine how disturbed your daughter is at this..

Obo: She’s fine..

Baldwin: Phillip, I fear you do not realize just how serious this match was, or how serious it is that your daughter watched this..

Obo: It’s cool man..

A ringing is heard and Obo quickly digs into his pocket, pulling out a new flipping cell phone. A quick glance at the name brings a smile to his face. He flips it open and puts it to his ear.

Obo: Hey chicken fucker! ….. What?? ……. Who is this? ….. Why are you calling me? ….. Naw, I’m not interested. Already have one crazy bitch, don’t need another.

Obo hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into his pocket as Doctor Baldwin shakes his head is disbelief.

Sermon to Josh Dean
Yeah, I’m still doing this thing. I mangled Reverend Shadow and eliminated him from WFWF. I took his belt and gimmick. Got offered the ownership and turned it down, because I don’t want to deal with whiny little cunts, cunts like you Josh Dean. That’s all you are. You’re a cunt. A bloody, shreaded, stretched out cunt. You’re oozing passion. You’re hungry, like a fucking younger me. But you’re not me. You couldn’t be me on your best fucking day, cunt. You’re too interested in swallowing dick, because you’re nothing but a nasty worthless cunt. Fuck a cunt. God need’th not vagina.

[cureforthesickness]

OOC: There's my roleplay for Josh Dean for this week's FDS. Had some problems brainstorming, because I've been writing about Rev for so long now, I'm kind of without focus wrestling-wise now. Kept the "sermon to ____" as an ode to that mentality, that even though I beat Rev and eliminated him, I'm not done with him yet.

The red is thoughts. Crazy/drugged up thoughts. the idea here is Obo's got some pain killers in his system, thanks to the nice ER doctors, and he's basicly insane. Think it came off well.

Read/reply. Anyone who names the song the lyrics are from gets a cookie.

[Calvin]

Pain-Three Days Grace.


Surprises me you listen to them....but anyways onto the rp.

I liked the idea of the thoughts. Morphine's a hell of a pain killer. The hospital setting is kinda generic....as I've seen Obo there so many times...he must be getting to know names by now. But it works out quite well here.

The idea of the doctor being concerned for Obo's daughter....makes me think of how you're going with this. I think I know what is going to happen in this storyline...but I'd rather keep it to myself.

Not as great as the PPV rp...but that always seems to happen with everyone.

[thesouthsidekid]

Looks like I got my work cut out for me. Ok.

[sonstuds]

Pretty good. There's usually one scene/part in your roleplay that I'm not always a big fan of, but I really feel in this one everything came off well and was interesting.

I don't know why because it's so simple, but I really liked that you never used names during the scene where Obo drives Samantha to Ashley's house. You ended up taking something that would normally be plain, and ended up making it much better by simply doing that. Kudos.

The sermon to Dean was maybe the only thing was really lacking. From a reading stand point it was good (frankly, I'm a fan of constant swearing when it's uncensored and not written as "f*ck" or ""), but just from a character stand point it seemed like there wasn't much there in terms of what to talk about.

Really, I think this is right up there with your previous PPV roleplays. Actually, I thought it was better than your PPV one. Great work.

[CBT]

I could have sworn I gave this feedback. I pretty much agree with E, you continue to bring a complete roleplay. Not that anybody should set out to make their's one way or another. What you do comes across well. I think Dean gave you a great challenge, but Obo comes off worry free. No complaints though I'm sure that if you felt the need to give more focuse to Dean, it could be better/worse. For now it was enough to win.