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Here I Am; rp1
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Topic Started: May 8 2010, 03:42 AM (343 Views)
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Vincent Liger
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May 8 2010, 03:42 AM
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It was 1 year, 3 months, 6 days, 22 hours, 10 minutes, and about 36 seconds since Vincent Liger had stepped in a wrestling ring. Sunday night that streak came to an end. Vincent Liger made his way into the NEW and stood before a crowd of thousands and appeared on the TV sets of millions, and told the world that the legend was officially back. Shortly after his announcement, a wrestler interrupted him, and spoke against him trying to tell him off, claiming that Liger is nothing. Liger challenged the man to a fight, and then proceeded to beat him up before running him off. This week however, Liger will fight the man again, but in his first official match as a NEW superstar.
The scene fades in as we see Vincent Liger and his wife Lisa sitting around outside by their pool. Liger takes a sip of his water, while Lisa lays on a towel beside the pool, soaking up the sun's ray's. Cheering noises are heard in the background.
Lisa: Wow your fans love you. Do you hear that chanting?
In the background you can hear them chanting, "Liger, Liger, Liger".
VL: Haha, funny. I'm telling you, those damn girls won't leave me alone. The second they moved in next door, every time I step foot outside, I can hear them chanting my name. Everyday, I walk out to grab the paper, and they're leaning out the window screaming. It gets annoying sometimes. One of these days one of those girls are gonna fall outta one of them windows, and I'm gonna be held responsible. I know it's my fault, but I can't help but to be this damn good.
Lisa: Yeah, it was cute at first, now it's just irritating.
VL: You're just saying that because you don't want to share me.
Lisa: This is true. So how's the training coming along? Are you in shape for your match? Are you ready?
VL: Ready? I don't need to be ready. Have you seen that guy? You can wake up a bum on the street and stick him in a match with that guy and he'll be ready. I mean come on, you saw him. He's skinnier than a pencil and whiter than cool whip. His pet snake is probably bigger than his is.
Lisa: Did you know his pet snake is named "Hitler"?
VL: What's his middle name? Lucifer? That's so corny. Besides, wasn't there already a wrestler who pranced around carrying a pet snake? How unoriginal is this guy?
Lisa: He also goes by the nickname, "The Snake".
VL: How sad. Next your going to tell me he has a manager named Scrotus who looks like a retard with a couple of missing teeth.
Lisa: As a matter of fact....
VL: Yeah, yeah. I know. I know all about this guy. I read up, I did my homework.
Liger sits up in his chair.
VL: I'd love to know what was going through his mind when he decided to come out and ruin my moment. Although, you can't quite call it ruining since I had pretty much wrapped up my speech and then beat him up for a little bit. It doesn't take a lot nowadays for these kids to go around talking shit because lets face it, the younger generation has a lot less respect for its elders. Now I ain't old, but when you've reached the status I have, being a nobody and interrupting me, is like Kanye West-ing Taylor Swift at an award show...ya just don't do it. Why? Cause that's fucked up. Brian Bloomberg is a fucked up man.
Lisa: It's Blomberg. Blake Blomberg.
VL: What the? What is this shit? Who is this fool, 007? Blomberg? Blake Blomgberg? Seriously? I'm supposed to fight a guy named Blake? You try'na tell me that his pet snake is really the only fearsome thing about him? Cause I'm tellin you, I ain't scared of nobody, and ain't nobody scared of some mothafucker named "Blake". Blake...pfffft. What a typical cheesy white boy name. It's no wonder this fool colored pale as shit. This match is gonna be horrible. I'm gonna step into the ring, bulked, confident, tan, lookin like I just finished up fighting some other guy, and standing across from me will be some punk ass bitch who looks like some fuckin loaf of wonder bread. Couldn't someone with more meaning in their life show up? We got 30 bastards on this roster, couple bitches included, and outta all of them, I get stuck listening to the ramblings of the least known guy in the company.
"Yo man, you ain't no legend man. I ain't no never not heard'a ya'll." For a second, I was wondering if Travis Blaine invited me to fight in some special education wrestling federation. I mean, I know that a bunch of these people are a little fucked up in the head, but when this fool came out, I was like "shiiiit. That man left out some details". Aw hell, whatever. I'm making 20 million, I'm worth it. You have to dish out the Benjamin’s if you want the One Man Army in your company. The only thing better than the One Man Army...
Voice: ...is the Two Man Army.
Liger's friend, Paul "Jax" Jackson walks over to him and Lisa. Liger and Jax shake hands, and then Jax gives Lisa a friendly hug hello. Jax takes a seat on the ground in between them.
Jax: So what's going on man? I heard you was back in the game.
Liger: Yes sir. The best is back. Got my first match this Sunday against some rowdy little bitch. Fool came out at the end of my speech trying to kill my buzz, finished with me almost killin him instead. But its cool, Imma wipe out boy wonder and send him off back to the unemployment line where he and his boyfriend Scrotum belong. Next time that asshole opens his mouth, he's gonna be gasping for air.
Sadder thing is, the bitch thinks I ain't worth shit. Ain't that cute? The same guy who would fight a homeless man for a nickel thinks I'm not worth shit. Well he's really gonna be mad when he finds out that my shit is worth more than he is. I'm gonna let that faggot anorexic-lookin lumberjack run his mouth. I'm gonna let him talk as much as he wants. When that bell rings, I'm not gonna let this end quickly. I'm gonna have fun with the guy. I'm gonna toss him around the ring like a rag doll. I'm gonna teach this kid a lesson. I'm gonna beat this motherfucker silent. So he can keep running his mouth, because when I beat the holy hell out of him Sunday, he won't talk again. Ok, so I'm not promising anything, but you better believe that the next time he wants to say something, he's gonna think twice before saying it.
The scene fades out.
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