Debauchery (Tom Foolery & Bally Hoo)

The scene opens in a first person view from Bally Hoo as he is driving down a back road that looks barely wide enough for two cars.  Next to him his Tom Foolery and they both seem surprisingly sullen as opposed to their normal upbeat personalities.

Tom Foolery:  ...We did a bad thing?

Bally Hoo:  We did a bad thing.

Coming out of the first person and seeing the car in almost a bird’s eye view, the entire S-10 pick-up truck can be seen with a rope lazily tied behind it and, for some reason, a now nearly decimated refrigerator...or what is left of one after what seems like at least a 30 mile trip.  The scene fades to black.

*6 HOURS EARLIER*

Back to the first person viewpoint of Bally Hoo and seeing the eyelids wake up from a nap.  He sits up and the first thing he says to himself is…

Hoo:  Wonder what Tom is up to tonight…

Bally fumbles around for his phone to call him and does so while rubbing his forehead and letting out a hefty yawn through his three-day unshaved face.

Foolery:  Hey, pal.

Hoo:  Yo man.  What are you trying to do today?

Foolery:  I kinda was wondering if you could help me today.  I was gonna call you soon anyway.

Hoo:  Cool, sounds fun.  I think I’m the man for the job.

The two hang up and Hoo starts getting ready for the day, which consists of him literally putting on pants, a jacket over the shirt he slept in, some shoes without socks, and his sunglasses followed by a quick squirt of some kind of body spray, as he says, “just in case…”

Back to a third person view from here as the two meet up in a culdesac.  It’s almost dark by now.

Foolery:  You know why we’re here?

Hoo:  This is Coach’s old house, right?

Foolery:  Right.  That crotchety old bastard still lives here.  Alone.  And his garage his wiiiiide open.

Smiles slowly begin to creep across the faces of both Bally Hoo and Tom Foolery.

Hoo:  He really was a jackass to us for no reason.  We were the only ones who actually gave a shit about winning at all in high school other than the damn mascot!!

Tom can be seen grabbing a grappling hook of sorts and wrapping a chain around the refrigerator in Coach’s garage.  Once finished, he proceeds to pull out his phone.

Foolery:  Hoo, get in the car and when I give the signal, slam it.

He starts dialing up and Coach can soon be seen in the background of his house walking through the living room and answering his house phone.

Coach:  ...Hello?

Foolery:  Coach?

Coach: ...um, yes?  Who is this?

Foolery:  Coach, is your refrigerator running?

After a short pause, Coach can be seen peering into his kitchen at his refrigerator in there and answers in a somewhat scared yet even more confused tone.

Coach: ...yes?...

Foolery hauls ass into the passenger seat of Bally Hoo’s S-10 and tells him to gun it!!  Hoo obliges with pleasure and is all kinds of riled up at this point!!

Foolery:  Well, then you better go catch it!

Coach hears all of the commotion outside along with the rest of the neighborhood as all of the lights come up one-by-one and everyone is witness or more prisoner to the screeches and scratching sounds made by a gigantic appliance being dragged on asphalt at 40 miles per hour.

Tom is sitting in the car with a smile on his face, but it slowly begins to wane.  Bally Hoo’s, however, does not.

Foolery:  We did a bad thing.  For some reason, I don’t think that’s how that prank is supposed to go.

Hoo:  What?  No we didn’t do a bad thing!  Like you said about him earlier, that crotchety old bastard deserves it for the way he treated us and damn near ran us into the ground during our prime days as teenagers for no good reason.  Plus, while maybe this isn’t how the joke is normally done, we did what we always do to everything in life.  We took it to the next level.  So what if all you’re supposed to do is catch the victim off guard with play-on-words while on the phone, we take it to the next level and add another layer of confusion and mayhem to the joke.  That’s what we bring to the ring every time we step into it, remember?  That’s what AC Collins always liked most about us and why he decided to bless us with his wrestling knowledge.  We are going to go to 4CW and do the exact same thing, we’re gonna take 4CW and everyone in that company to a whole other level.

Foolery:  That’s right!  H...N...L.

Hoo:  Huh?

Foolery:  We’re gonna take it to…

Tom puts his palms out straight and holds one above the other similar to ladder rungs being climbed.

Hole…

‘Nutha…

Level.

HNL.

Bally just shakes his head and chuckles. 

Hoo:  That’s right Tom, that’s right.  Senecca better be ready, because a whole lotta Debauchery is coming his way on March 16th at Storm Front!  What say we head to the venue early and get to know the town a bit before we get started Tom?

Foolery:  I’m down.

The bird’s eye view comes back as the rather generic truck drives away down the side road and eventually onto the highway with the remnants of the fridge finally falling off the rope and into a ditch as they pull off the acceleration lane and onto the main freeway, out of sight.

Foolery:  So...

...We did a bad thing?

Hoo:  We did a bad thing.

Its been a few years since I’ve been able to read and review a Fish roleplay… even if it technically isn’t a Fish roleplay – I’m still counting it haha..

A different style roleplay than a lot you read, where instead of focusing on description, it jumps straight in with almost television annotations, describing how it would appear on a screen.. This brought about a sense of familiarity and meant it was instantly able to connect with the reader as they could visualize what they were reading instantly, as you knew what you were seeing and in what perspective you were seeing it in.

The television experience continues with the flashback of 6 Hours earlier and throughout the whole elaborate prank and bringing to life an old, old joke – you got a real sense of you were actually watching this unfold in front you which is always a good sign from a roleplay.

Within all of the pranks and Tom Foolery (couldn’t resist), Bally Hoo shows his speaking skills as he concisely manages to explain what their intentions in 4CW and motivates his best friend and partner all in one go.  The roleplay as a whole was a good introduction to the characters, reading their profiles is one thing but getting to see how they interact and the dynamic of their relationship makes me look forward to seeing what these 2 are going to get up to in the future.

The roleplay going full circle and ending where it began was the perfect end for the roleplay and from start to finish it felt like a Television episode… and for some reason, seeing their dynamic, I think these 2 could have a successful TV series hahahaha

Fish, I've always liked your unique style of RPs and found your characters intriguing. This is no different. Good roleplay overall.

I enjoyed the "start at the end" intro to the RP and I think both these characters are gonna bring a barrel of laughs to 4CW over the coming months. 🙂

Birds chirping in the background of a dark screen are heard as the view comes alive and so does Tom Foolery from the couch in his living room.  He reaches over groggily to turn off the TV that is at a low volume and is used as white noise by the 4CW Wrestler.

Tom Foolery:  Damn, must've fallen asleep watching Spotless again.  Boy, that show is good as all get out.  I think it's the accents and the British mindset..or their values, and sometimes the lack there of that make it just a tad better than most everything here in America.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Bally Hoo is seen standing on the other side of the door to the small 2nd floor apartment.  Tom continues to mumble to himself almost in jibberish it seems like.  Bally gets a little aggravated as he can hear Tom (for the lack of a better word) fooling around in his place and not letting him in.

*SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM*

Bally Hoo:  LET ME IN MOTHERFUCKER!!

Tom starts rushing for the door and lets his tag team partner and best friend into the apartment while trying to calm him down.

Tom:  Dude, calm down.  This is a family oriented neighborhood.  I don't want the kids below me to hear you...that couple has called the cops on me for less than that already!

Bally Hoo:  Maybe you should get up earlier, get more done during the day, spend less time at the apartment, become the decent citizen that I know you can be, and then maybe...just maybe you won't have as much time in the day to dick around and get in trouble.  You know, it's the early bird that gets the worm!

Tom:  Yeah, yeah, I know........dad.  Jesus, I know you got the worm because you won your match.  Honestly, I think you had it easier than I did.  That match with that viking was just unfair.  My neck STILL hurts from the headbutt he gave me, feels like someone T-boned me in the car yesterday, when it was really a headbutt by a guy twice my size over two weeks ago!!

Hoo:  So, you're saying you're the late bird?

Tom looks confused as to where Bally Hoo is going with this...

Tom: ...I guess so?  I wonder what the late bird gets.

Hoo:  He gets his ass pulverized within an inch of his life and the only reason the opponent doesn't kill him is to enhance his legend and have at least one person survive to tell the tale of said assbeating.

A short pause occurs as Tom reads whether or not Bally is razzing him or actually scolding him for losing a match on his own.

Tom:  (said playfully)...go fuck yerself ya jackass!

Hoo:  Hey!  Save that kinda language for Sery on the 17th!  You're gonna need everything you've got and maybe a bit more to overcome such a longstanding 4CW stalwart as Sery.  Trust me.  I've been in the ring with a former multi-time champion in 4CW.  I would know.

Tom rolls his eyes as Bally's mention of his match with Senecca last month that qualified him for the Soul Survivor Tournament.  By this time, Tom has gotten dressed for the day and is ready to go some daily chores that Bally Hoo is there to pick him up for...seeing as how Tom doesn't have his own car and Bally Hoo has his trusty, rusty Chevrolet S-10 pick-up truck.  They start heading out, downstairs, and toward the old beaten up truck as Bally Hoo pulls out his keys.

Tom:  Ya know, it's kind of comforting to know that if I had to move on the fly, I have a friend I can call right away for help moving...right, Hoo?

Hoo: (without missing a beat)  Right.  I'm sure AC Collins will be more than willing to help.

Another short pause occurs as the two get in the car and the same amount of time is taken by Tom to see if Bally is kidding with him or not and just as they sit down and come back into view of each other...Bally shoots a sly smirk across the car at Tom.  Foolery starts laughing at one of the myriad of funny faces Bally makes to help create some levity.  The two drive off as Foolery can be heard messing with the radio, tuning it to his favorite artist, Bob Marley...

Tom:  This one seems appropriate.  Let's go!

"Rise up this mornin'...
Smiled with the risin' sun...
Three little birds...
Pitch by my doorstep...

Singin' sweet songs...
Of melodies pure and true...
Saying', "This is my message to you"...

Singing' "Don't worry 'bout a thing...
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright."
Singing' "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright!"

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RP for Tom Foolery vs. Sery - 4CW Storm Front April 17th, 2016
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Last edited by Fish (Sat-16-Apr-2016 01:18:20)

The scene opens to a dimly lit alleyway in downtown New York City...South Bronx to be specific.  It is a dark, dreary night and sheets of rain distort the view of the alley ever so slightly.  A few cracks of thunder and glimmering bits of lightning flicker the view of a couple dumpsters with homeless drunks lying next to them trying to cover up best they can.  Down the alley, a giant steel door with a single light shining above it swings open and out walks the big and burly Bally Hoo with a raincoat on.  He flips up his collar to hide being seen as he walks to the end of the street and tries to hail a cab next to several women on the street.  Out pokes 4CW General Manager, Max Clay’s head from the open steel door:

Max Clay:  Had a nice time, I’ll call you Bally!!

Bally Hoo peers back at him with a look of disappointment and embarrassment of himself before turning back and holding his hand out for a passing taxi.

Female Bystander #1:  He won’t call you, you know.

Female Bystander #2:  Yeah, we know...trust us.

Bally sees the irony in his situation being around several women on a very early Sunday Morning, still in Saturday Night's clothes, doing what is known as, “The Walk of Shame" due to every one of them doing something last night that they regret in the morning. Eventually, all of the women get in a cab one-by-one and fade away as Bally stands there looking off into nothingness and the rain continues to pound the pavement all around him.  He finally gets his own ride in a taxi and starts heading home…

*Fade Out*

*Fade In*

The taxi pulls up to a hotel and Hoo is see tipping his ride, thanking him, and going into the hotel.  He comes around the corner on his floor and keys into his apartment...only to see Tom Foolery sitting on the couch watching TV.  He immediately cuts it off as Hoo walks in, obviously wanting to know how whatever meeting he just had went.

Tom Foolery:  Hey, pal.  So?  How’d it go?

Hoo is dripping wet and is in the process of hanging up his coat with his back faced to Tom.

Bally Hoo:  I got one.

Tom:  WHAT?!  You got us a match at Gallow's End?!  WHY?!

Hoo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper that looks rather official, resembling a personal check.  He begrudgingly blurts out the answer:

Hoo:  ...for the money!  I DID IT FOR THE MONEY!

*begins weeping uncontrollably*

I did it for this little piece of paper that contains a big, stinking, buttery, fat-ASS..paycheck.  I did it for the kiech, the cheddar, the dough, the bread, the doll hairs, the cashola, the cashish, the scratch, the dead presidents, the little pieces of paper that say I am a worthy wrestler...the same little pieces of paper I paid to go to wrestling school and vow that I would never sell out in the name of money and money alone...the same school that said take care of your dignity over your bank account.

Hoo’s eyes get wide as saucers as his revelations become more and more poignant.

You came from that school, too, Tom.  You know how many nights we were paid with a free hot dog and bottle of water for a 20 minute match.  You know many days we spent driving from Charlotte to Indianapolis to New Orleans to Vegas to Chicago to Milwaukee...hell, I felt like Johnny Cash.  I’ve been everywhere, man!  Our school taught us that there are haves and have dones and that to be a have done is the best thing life can offer us.  We are definitely have dones.  So, you’re right.  I shouldn’t take the money.  I’m going to call Max and pull out of the match.

Tom:  Whoa whoa whoa whoa!  I didn’t say anything.  I just wanted to know how the meeting went.

Tom stands up from the couch and reaches out to shake his tag team partner’s hand.

Tom:  Listen, bud.  It’s a match.  We need one.  I don’t care who it’s against.

Bally Hoo cringes a bit as his buddy approaches.

Hoo:  That’s the problem.  It’s just for me.

Foolery is stopped in his tracks and pulls back his hand, almost floored by the fact that Bally Hoo is going to be wrestling alone again.  He pushes through the grief and quickly seems to get over it with an ear-to-ear grin, bringing it in for a hug with Hoo instead.  He snatches the check out of Hoo’s hand and begins to walk out the door with it, turning to his best friend on the way out…

Tom:  Looks like drinks are on you tonight then, pal!!

Bally Hoo doesn’t follow and just turns on the TV, sitting on the opposite couch Tom was sitting in earlier.  About 20 seconds pass, and the room door flies open again with Tom bursting through...same shitty grin on his face, because he apparently opened the check to see exactly how much Hoo is getting paid for his match.

Tom:  Fuck that, we’re STUPID rich now.  IT’S MINI-BAR TIME!

Hoo is seen leaping from his seat, turning 180 degrees from his relaxed demeanor to trying to stop his tag partner from spending his newly acquired funds all in one night with a primal scream of “NOOOOOOOO” as Tom Foolery makes his way toward the refrigerator size mini-bar with the key.  The scene fades to black in the tunnel vision fashion while “With a Little Help From My Friends” by Joe Cocker plays lightly in the background.

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RP for Gallow's End vs. Pilgrim Paige, 10/31/16
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Last edited by Fish (Fri-28-Oct-2016 17:49:24)