rdarnz
10-21-2006, 01:07 AM
[center:fdd2e41156]A Return Worth Waiting For
reVolution RP
Antonio DeMarco:
It’s good to be back boys, it’s good to be back!
Orion and Nathan Blade follow Antonio DeMarco as they walk down a the street. They stop outside the arena, before heading in through the glass doors. DeMarco however doesn’t enter, he has stopped dead in his tracks and is staring at a poster advertising the upcoming UnLeashed event in Las Vegas.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/rdarnz/unleashed.gif
Antonio DeMarco:
What the hell is going on? We’re gone for a couple of weeks, a couple of weeks in which we were idolised and I come back to this?! Doesn’t Timmons have any respect?
DeMarco tears the poster off the door, rolling it up quite neatly actually, and heading of somewhat annoyed with his reVolution cohorts. The trio eventually arrives at their locker-room and go to step inside, but as Blade steps in a broom and mop fall out.
Nathan Blade:
Hey boss, did we leave a mop and broom in here? What about cleaning solution?!
Antonio DeMarco:
We’re going to see Timmons, now. This is a joke! I am a legend in this company and you two are this company’s future, so we aren’t putting up with this sorta cr*p. We’re gonna get our locker-room back.
Orion and Nathan Blade drop off behind DeMarco, whispering amongst themselves like school-boys.
Orion:
Hey man, I thought that’d make a good locker-room. The female teachers always loved going to the janitor’s closet back when I was in high school.
Nathan Blade:
Dude, there’s three of us, we’re all guys. Not cool!
Orion:
Come on… I’d share them.
Antonio turns around, glaring at the pair. They immediately shut up and continue to follow as they step into a carpeted corridor that is lined with photos of all sorts of wrestling legends.
Antonio DeMarco:
You guys really need to grow up, I’m grooming you both as the future of this company and all you guys have on your mind is partying and ladies.
Orion:
Uh… girls.
Antonio DeMarco:
No, I said ladies, I don’t sleep with the girls anymore. I sleep with ladies, I have class you see.
Nathan Blade turns to Orion and the look says it all.
Nathan Blade:
Uh, dude. Maybe we should re-focus. Japan was great, I felt I could just go out there like when I was fighting. Maybe if we can focus like that we’ve got a chance at those Tag Team Titles. Ya know, the ones that we keep being offered but never really steeped up and grabbed.
Orion:
OK, alright. I’ll settle down. The reVolution is growing up!
Antonio DeMarco:
Will you guys shut up, I want to hear who the hell is in there with Timmons.
They are outside Timmons' office and inside, they can hear murmuring and talk, though it isn’t at a loud enough level for any to fully hear them. Antonio looks in through the keyhole. Blade seems to have noticed a small window above the office door, he props Orion on his shoulders and Orion looks in.
Antonio DeMarco:
Who’s in there?
Orion:
Uh, I can’t quite see. All I can get is Timmons’ fat head and a black-haired guy. Who the heck is it?!
At this point, someone opens Timmons' office door, knocking Blade down as the door knob hits him in the crotch. Orion comes tumbling down onto him and DeMarco is also knocked down and is clutching his nose.
Paul Timmons:
Well, well, well… Looks like you guys got back safely.
James Whitman leaves Timmons’ office, looking down on the fallen reVolution group.
Antonio DeMarco:
So that’s who it was. That bastard that stole my position. I am the poster-boy of this company.
Nathan Blade:
Uh, boss… Don’t you mean we?
Antonio DeMarco:
Yeah, that‘s what I said… reVolution are undeniably the future of this company, not some guy that paints his face.
Whitman stops in his tracks, and turns staring DeMarco down.
James Whitman:
I am James ‘Death Trap’ Whitman, and I know exactly who you are, you’re Antonio ‘Tool Man’ DeMarco. Come on, when are you going to give it up man? You’re washed-up, face it…
Whitman walks off as DeMarco and his cohorts, Nathan Blade and Orion struggle back to their feet. DeMarco merely shakes his fist as Whitman walks away. They now crowd into Timmons’ office.
Paul Timmons:
What can I do you for, boys?
Orion:
Uh, that’d be men, men that sleep with ladies. We have class, you see!
Antonio merely glares at Orion, whilst Nathan Blade still clutching his crown jewels grins and tries to avoid laughing, he too is met with a glare from DeMarco.
Antonio DeMarco:
We went to Japan, we were respected over there, ya know… Food and ladies delivered direct to our locker-room. Oh yeah, locker-room. That’s what?! What the hell are you doing giving us a broom closet?
Paul Timmons:
Well you see, Jamie Noxx came back at the recent pay-per-view and well, he needed a locker-room, so we gave him yours whilst you guys were away.
Antonio DeMarco:
You did WHAT?! You gave my locker-room to that slime ball Noxx?!
Nathan Blade:
We haven’t met the guy, surely we could just share it with him. This Noxx fellow, surely he’s a nice guy.
Orion looks in shock at Blade, as DeMarco has gone bright red and is struggling to prevent himself lashing out.
Orion:
Noxx and DeMarco don’t get along, dude. Have you been under a rock the past three years, these guys had one of the most storied rivalries in this company’s history. A rivalry that only saw DeMarco defeat him once, under very dodgy circumstances. Our boss still hasn’t pinned him, not cleanly.
Antonio DeMarco:
Shut up, the pair of you! Now, Timmons get my locker-room back and get the bloody place disinfected, I dunno what Noxx has taken in there.
Timmons stands there, with DeMarco still glaring at him and it seems Blade and Orion have finally gotten themselves together and are standing alongside him, backing up their boss.
Orion:
NOW!!!
DeMarco grins at his buddies’ order to Timmons, as Timmons scrambles around to get the phone. DeMarco, Orion and Blade leave, with Nathan walking sheepishly behind his boss, still clutching at his pride and joy downstairs.[/center:fdd2e41156]
reVolution RP
Antonio DeMarco:
It’s good to be back boys, it’s good to be back!
Orion and Nathan Blade follow Antonio DeMarco as they walk down a the street. They stop outside the arena, before heading in through the glass doors. DeMarco however doesn’t enter, he has stopped dead in his tracks and is staring at a poster advertising the upcoming UnLeashed event in Las Vegas.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/rdarnz/unleashed.gif
Antonio DeMarco:
What the hell is going on? We’re gone for a couple of weeks, a couple of weeks in which we were idolised and I come back to this?! Doesn’t Timmons have any respect?
DeMarco tears the poster off the door, rolling it up quite neatly actually, and heading of somewhat annoyed with his reVolution cohorts. The trio eventually arrives at their locker-room and go to step inside, but as Blade steps in a broom and mop fall out.
Nathan Blade:
Hey boss, did we leave a mop and broom in here? What about cleaning solution?!
Antonio DeMarco:
We’re going to see Timmons, now. This is a joke! I am a legend in this company and you two are this company’s future, so we aren’t putting up with this sorta cr*p. We’re gonna get our locker-room back.
Orion and Nathan Blade drop off behind DeMarco, whispering amongst themselves like school-boys.
Orion:
Hey man, I thought that’d make a good locker-room. The female teachers always loved going to the janitor’s closet back when I was in high school.
Nathan Blade:
Dude, there’s three of us, we’re all guys. Not cool!
Orion:
Come on… I’d share them.
Antonio turns around, glaring at the pair. They immediately shut up and continue to follow as they step into a carpeted corridor that is lined with photos of all sorts of wrestling legends.
Antonio DeMarco:
You guys really need to grow up, I’m grooming you both as the future of this company and all you guys have on your mind is partying and ladies.
Orion:
Uh… girls.
Antonio DeMarco:
No, I said ladies, I don’t sleep with the girls anymore. I sleep with ladies, I have class you see.
Nathan Blade turns to Orion and the look says it all.
Nathan Blade:
Uh, dude. Maybe we should re-focus. Japan was great, I felt I could just go out there like when I was fighting. Maybe if we can focus like that we’ve got a chance at those Tag Team Titles. Ya know, the ones that we keep being offered but never really steeped up and grabbed.
Orion:
OK, alright. I’ll settle down. The reVolution is growing up!
Antonio DeMarco:
Will you guys shut up, I want to hear who the hell is in there with Timmons.
They are outside Timmons' office and inside, they can hear murmuring and talk, though it isn’t at a loud enough level for any to fully hear them. Antonio looks in through the keyhole. Blade seems to have noticed a small window above the office door, he props Orion on his shoulders and Orion looks in.
Antonio DeMarco:
Who’s in there?
Orion:
Uh, I can’t quite see. All I can get is Timmons’ fat head and a black-haired guy. Who the heck is it?!
At this point, someone opens Timmons' office door, knocking Blade down as the door knob hits him in the crotch. Orion comes tumbling down onto him and DeMarco is also knocked down and is clutching his nose.
Paul Timmons:
Well, well, well… Looks like you guys got back safely.
James Whitman leaves Timmons’ office, looking down on the fallen reVolution group.
Antonio DeMarco:
So that’s who it was. That bastard that stole my position. I am the poster-boy of this company.
Nathan Blade:
Uh, boss… Don’t you mean we?
Antonio DeMarco:
Yeah, that‘s what I said… reVolution are undeniably the future of this company, not some guy that paints his face.
Whitman stops in his tracks, and turns staring DeMarco down.
James Whitman:
I am James ‘Death Trap’ Whitman, and I know exactly who you are, you’re Antonio ‘Tool Man’ DeMarco. Come on, when are you going to give it up man? You’re washed-up, face it…
Whitman walks off as DeMarco and his cohorts, Nathan Blade and Orion struggle back to their feet. DeMarco merely shakes his fist as Whitman walks away. They now crowd into Timmons’ office.
Paul Timmons:
What can I do you for, boys?
Orion:
Uh, that’d be men, men that sleep with ladies. We have class, you see!
Antonio merely glares at Orion, whilst Nathan Blade still clutching his crown jewels grins and tries to avoid laughing, he too is met with a glare from DeMarco.
Antonio DeMarco:
We went to Japan, we were respected over there, ya know… Food and ladies delivered direct to our locker-room. Oh yeah, locker-room. That’s what?! What the hell are you doing giving us a broom closet?
Paul Timmons:
Well you see, Jamie Noxx came back at the recent pay-per-view and well, he needed a locker-room, so we gave him yours whilst you guys were away.
Antonio DeMarco:
You did WHAT?! You gave my locker-room to that slime ball Noxx?!
Nathan Blade:
We haven’t met the guy, surely we could just share it with him. This Noxx fellow, surely he’s a nice guy.
Orion looks in shock at Blade, as DeMarco has gone bright red and is struggling to prevent himself lashing out.
Orion:
Noxx and DeMarco don’t get along, dude. Have you been under a rock the past three years, these guys had one of the most storied rivalries in this company’s history. A rivalry that only saw DeMarco defeat him once, under very dodgy circumstances. Our boss still hasn’t pinned him, not cleanly.
Antonio DeMarco:
Shut up, the pair of you! Now, Timmons get my locker-room back and get the bloody place disinfected, I dunno what Noxx has taken in there.
Timmons stands there, with DeMarco still glaring at him and it seems Blade and Orion have finally gotten themselves together and are standing alongside him, backing up their boss.
Orion:
NOW!!!
DeMarco grins at his buddies’ order to Timmons, as Timmons scrambles around to get the phone. DeMarco, Orion and Blade leave, with Nathan walking sheepishly behind his boss, still clutching at his pride and joy downstairs.[/center:fdd2e41156]