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Loved the opening lines about the lizard and setting the scene. You used good imagery and I could imagine the scene perfectly in my head. The Broken Matt reference was hilarious and awesome. Some good character development too, I know Supreme a lot better now than I did before, and again, you came back with kick-ass imagery at the end with seeing the man (I assume his father) all being in his head.
There were a couple of minor spelling/grammar mistakes, but I can't say much, I do that shit too. Good RP overall.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
Cold ... There is no other word one can use to describe that feeling they get when they enter their own personal hell again for the first time in over 20 years. 20 long years it's been since I've set foot in this home. 20 years, since the last time I allowed my dad too ... If it wasn't for his passing away I wouldn't even be in this God forsaken shit hole. That guy was an asshole up to the very last breath he took. I will never forget that phone call he made to me prior to his passing. My phone rings and I look down at it. It's Susan trying to get a hold of me. She doesn't approve of me being here. Hell, I don't approve of my being here.
????: What the fuck are you doing here?
... and apparently my Aunt Alice doesn't approve of my being here either.
Supreme: The old shit bag finally bit the dust, I'm here to finally collect my shit and get affairs in order.
Alice: Don't you worry about his affairs. You never cared abut him when he was alive, and you don't give a shit about him now that he is dead. I will take caare of the funeral arrangements. As far as your belongings. I'm assuming you are talking about the things that your mom had left am I correct?
My mom, the last decent person in my life. Those moments when the light had shined upon me during my career and i was a decent person to be around in that wrestling ring were inspired by my mom ... those other moments are 100% my father.
Alice: That whore of a mother that you cherish so much, left your dear loving father in ruins. I know he may not have been the best father in the world, but he always did right by you guys.
Right by us, she has no idea. Or worse, she knows precisely what he did to us, but chose to ignore it. Either way she has no idea what she is talking about.
My phone rings again and I look down to see that it's Susan calling againd and I have 6 missed calls from her at this point. I finally decided to answer the phone.
Supreme: What do you want Susan, I'm in the middle of something.
She pants into the reciever out of breath, but finally spits out the words.
Susan: Your ... match ... is ... Sunday ... as in ... this Sunday. Get ... back here ... now!!!
Fuck, I was hoping to have a bit more time to prep. I may shit talk Sery in the ring, but that kid is damn good, and if I'm not ready for him, I will get my ass kicked. I finally hang up the phone and glare down Alice as I head for the door.
Supreme: This isn't done, this thing between you and me Alice.
Alice: Don't you worry about that, I'm prepared for whatever you got.
But I don't hear her words as the screen door slams behind me as I climb into my car and drive off, I have a match to prep for.
Last edited by Reamer (Sat-29-Oct-2016 02:58:51)
Supreme: Who the fuck is this baroque mother fucker?
Supreme is yelling at the top of his lungs as he storms through an office door at the law firm of Landau, Luckman, and Lake. Sitting at an oval glass table is Mr. Luckman who is having a conversation with Supremes’ Aunt Alice. They are covering the affairs of Supremes’ dad since his recent passing. Alice looks up with a smirk on her face as a scrawny punk comes stumbling through the door out of breath, pieces of papers falling out of his clipboard as he attempts to finally catch his footing. His voice cracks every time he talks, making it appear that he’s still hitting puberty.
Jeremy: Mr. … Supreme … Mr. … Supreme … you … need … to … sign …
Supreme: Oh for the love of God dude, take a seat and catch your damn breath. Have somebody get this man a damn bottle of water.
Mr. Luckman presses a button on the phone and pages for somebody to bring some water.
Supreme: Now, this isn’t answering my question. Who the hell is this guy, and why the fuck does he think he has earned the right to follow me around wherever I go?
Alice slowly stands, staring Supreme in the eye, that shit eating smirk spreads.
Alice: I have watched you during your entire career in 4CW. I have watched your every step. Your every turn from a good guy, to a bad guy, to a whatever you were when you tagged with Mike Nichols. There is one thing that has been made perfectly clear to me. You could have fooled the fans, and the fellow wrestlers, but you never once fooled me. I remember the person that you were as a kid. I remember how heartbroken your dad was when you ran away. I will never forget the transgressions you brought upon that man, and what that whore of a mother of yours did to him.
Supreme is trying to bite down his anger as she rambles on, clenching and relaxing his fists, but he knows that this will solve nothing at this point.
Supreme: Great, so it took you watch my over decade long career to realize I’m an ass, what the fuck do you want for that bomb shell of a revelation, a God Damn cookie?
Alice: What I want, is for you to be the person that you are supposed to be. I want you to be a decent human being. I don’t want you to swearing every chance you get, I don’t want you putting innocent co-workers through tables, I want you to become a good person that you …
Supreme: … fuck, you want me to become boring. Why not just cut off my balls and force me to quit smoking while you are at it too.
Alice: … I figured those would just be givens.
Supreme: Don’t you even fu … don’t you even joke about something like that. But what is this idiot doing in here? What bearing does he have over anything?
Alice: Supreme, meet your life coach. Jeremy is going to teach you how to become a better person. He is going to teach you how to be …
Supreme: Holy hell, I will try to stop swearing if you quit what that stupid list. Fine, I will deal with your stupid life coach, but one of my own hiring. I get to choose what pathetic sack of shit gets to turn me into the good saint Jack Off.
Alice seems to ponder this revelation for a few minutes, not sure what she thinks of this new direction from Supreme.
Alice: I will agree to you choosing your own coach, but I get the final say on it.
Supreme: Deal, now tell this moron to quit following me.
Alice: Jeremy, get your ass out of this office, your fired!
Jeremey wipes a trail of sweat from his face as he stumbles out the door again, sighing a breath of relieve. Supreme walks through the door behind him and pulls out his phone.
Supreme: … Susan, place the call … you know too who … yeah, I’m sure … one way or another, this needs to end now!
Last edited by Reamer (Fri-25-Nov-2016 04:05:05)
RING! RING!
Sunlight cascades in through a picturesque patio door onto a small end table where we find a small rotary phone ringing off the hook. The petite apartment isn’t much to look at, but it’s something that you could call home. You can tell that the person that occupies this space is a man of simple means now. The phone continues to ring, not giving up. In the back ground, we hear what we can only assume to be a shower running and a man singing a little Bye Bye Bye (horribly off key might I add) in the background. He finally yells at the phone in a more normal voice and we can now identify the voice as Supreme.
Supreme: God BLEEP it, I’m on my way! Just give me a second!
We hear the water turn off, quickly followed by a sound of sporadic shuffling. After a full minute, we see emerging from around the corner a sight that you need to see to believe. Supreme steps into full view, with a bath robe wrapped around his body, but it’s not just any bath robe. It’s a Sery branded bathrobe. On his feet, is a brand new pair of Sery slippers. In his hand is a Sery branded coffee mug. Moving to the phone, Supreme picks it up.
Supreme: What the BEEP do you want?
Sery: Hey man, sweet. I’m glad to see that the censors I placed in your apartment are functioning properly.
Supreme: That makes one of us, what do you need Sery? I was trying to take a shower!
Sery: Hey, I’m glad that you mentioned shower. Did you happen to get the gift pack I sent you? It’s the latest and greatest in Sery branded merchandise.
Supreme stops himself mid sip as he looks down at the outfit that he’s wearing. Not wanting Sery to think that he finds every single item in that package to be incredibly useful he tries to lie his way out of it.
Supreme: What gift package? I got a box from you in the mail and I threw it away before I even opened it. What in the holy BEEP would I do with a 100% Egyptian Cotton Robe, or Slippers that feel like silk when you slide your feet into them, and I don’t even drink coffee you ignoramus …. I mean, I have no idea what’s in that BEEPING box.
Sery: …
Supreme: …
Sery: Sure buddy, whatever you say. Nah, that wasn’t even really the reason I called. I was checking to see if you are ready for your big therapy session this coming Sunday.
The frustration seeps into Supremes face as he is once again reminded of the therapy session that he promised he would attend. There are many things that Supreme is willing to do, but he will not break a promise. He looks at the picture of his mom that he has hanging on the wall (the only family member picture that adorns the wall as the rest of the spaces are filled up with abstract new age pieces, that one must squint and look at from just the right angle, only to realize that they look like crap from all angles, but it makes one feel more intelligent just by having them hung up) and he reminds himself why he is doing all of this.
Supreme: Yes, for some strange reason, you think you can help me with my scenario, and I already told you, that I will be ready for this thing when it happens. I still don’t see why we need to do this at Storm Front, and you still haven’t given me the name of the Doctor that I’m going to be talking with it. I wanted to do some research on him first.
Sery: Don’t you worry one bit. I guaranteed you personally that this man is one of the best people in the world for you to talk too. By the time, you are done talking to him, you will feel like a changed man. You also asked why we are doing this live? Let’s be honest, you need people to see that you are making a drastic change in who you are and that you aren’t just messing around with this. What better way to prove that you are making those improvements then in front of a live audience?
Well, when he has a good point, he really knows how to drive that point home. Supreme sets the coffee mug down and pulls out a pack of Sery branded Cigarettes. He pulls out a single cigarette, and pursing it in his lips, he lights It up using his Sery branded lighter. After taking a long drag he goes back to addressing Sery.
Supreme: Nah man, believe it or not, I actually believe you on that one. I’m just not sure this week is the best week for this thing. On top of that, I’m set to face off against Pilgrim Paige. I’ve never faced her before, but what I’ve seen of her BEEP, she’s nobody to mess around with.
Sery: Dude, she’s really legit. You are in for a tough fight that night.
Supreme rubs his temples as he tries to stay his anger.
Supreme: That’s my point man, I’m just not sure about this.
Sery: If not this Sunday, then when? When do you start the process to get back what you lost? Trust me, there is always going to be something that will block you from accomplishing this goal of yours if you let it. Don’t let it.
Supreme once again glances at the picture of his mother on the wall and nods.
Supreme: BEEP dude, when you’re right, you’re right. I need to get going though, I need to get dressed.
Supreme gets ready to hang up the phone as he takes his robe off and lets it drop to the floor. He looks down and sees a massive censored bar over his private area. He puts the phone back to his ear enraged again.
Supreme: Ok, the BEEPING word censor I get, but how in the holy BEEPING BEEP, did you get it to put a censor bar up every time I get naked? Do you know how BEEPING annoying it was to try and shower with this thing in my way?
Sery: Yeah, sorry, it was an all-inclusive package. Hey, I got to get going though, I need to eat something. Hopefully no customers come into my Sery gift shop here while I’m eating. Fingers crossed.
The line goes dead as all we hear is a string of beeps as we fade to black.
What I liked:
-The RP was hilarious from the first to the last. Sery and Supreme's back and forths are really entertaining.
-Supreme seems to be having an inner-struggle with himself and it shows good character development.
What could be improved:
-There's not much to criticize here. I would say maybe add some bold to your dialogue lines so they stand out a bit more but this is a minor nitpick.
Overall, a solid RP. It had me laughing, I enjoyed the back and forth between the two characters and it provided good progress in Supreme's story as well as the feud with Sery.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
The World Turned Upside Down
The screen remains black as the following quote appears on the screen.
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
-Hamilton
The view remains shrouded in darkness as we hear the familiar voice of Supreme pierce the veil.
Supreme: This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for, the moment I’ve been dreading for awhile now. I knew this was coming, but I … I was just hoping that I could hold on for just a little more. I broke, I snapped, and I let that one chance, my chance, my shot slip between my fingers, and now, here I am … here I am.
The image blurs from the blackness as we find ourselves sitting next to Supreme. He’s sitting on a wooden staircase, that leads to the upstairs of a house that you may recognize as his childhood home. Supreme is sitting in a pair of old blue jeans and a basic black 4CW t-shirt. You can tell that he’s been through an emotional roller coaster over the last few weeks since the … incident at the last Storm Front.
Supreme: Aunt Alice called 2 days ago. What the hell … what the fuck! I don’t need to be concerned about that fucking Sery right now. What the … hell, I just don’t have it in me to even swear right now. What was I thinking? Of course, she was going to call me. I attacked a bag a flour that was supposed to be a baby on national television. I’ve done some pretty fucking dumb stuff before, but that … that …
Alice: Yeah, I would have to say that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen you do on TV.
Supreme picks his head up to see Alice standing in the open doorway. The frown on Supremes face deepens as he puts his head back down again.
Supreme: Look, I get why you called me out here. I screwed up. I screwed up my therapy and I’m not going to get my inheritance from my dad. Why could this not have been handled with a simple phone call?
Alice walks into the room and sits in a chair on the floor right before the stairs. In her arm is a big metal box. Supreme eyes it for a moment before putting his head back down.
Alice: I’ve been watching you wrestle since you were 14. You had been through a lot in your life by that point. More so then most people go through in twice the time. I still remember watching that Hard Knocks Life match you had. You had tried so hard to flush out all the negative hatred and animosity in your life, but that was your tipping point. You just couldn’t hide it anymore and it finally came out. Ever since then, you’ve tried to hide it, but you’ve always had a dark side. It’s a part of who you are. I’m starting to understand that now.
Supreme looks up at Alice, a little confused now. Not quite understanding what she’s getting at.
Alice: You never really knew your father. I mean, you knew him, but let’s be honest, the only thing you ever knew about him was his alcoholism and his anger … yes, I’m not a damn fool. I knew he was a drunk, and I knew he was violent as well. The part that frustrated me was that you never got a chance to know why, and that part that angers me is that your mother knew, and she still left.
Supreme: I … I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to say at this point.
Alice: What I want you to do, is just sit down, shut up, and listen for a moment.
Supreme is taken aback by this a little bit, but he knows his hands are tied, so he does as she says and just sits there while she explains.
Alice: The part that your father never told you was that he was sick. I mean very sick. Some people might go as far as to say possessed, but whatever term you want to use, your father was fighting something horrible. The alcohol was what he used to kill those internal demons. The problem with that was that alcoholism runs deep in our family. Your father ended up trading one demon for another and he was never able to balance the two … until he just couldn’t fight anymore.
Supreme: So why didn’t ever tell us these things? Why the secrecy? Why let us go on thinking that he hated us? We could have gotten him help, real help, not help from a fucking bottle, and then to just fucking give up like that? What was he thinking?
Alice: Let me offer you a piece of free advice. Dying is easy young man, living, is harder. I’m not saying what your father did was right, but I’m just letting you know what was going on. I do believe that you are owed that much. I had plans to come out today to inform you that you aren’t getting your inheritance. I was planning to ruin your day because there is something that will always fucking annoy me about you. However, I sat down and watched your match again from the last Storm Front. I saw the ending, and I saw that look in your eyes. Look, you will never be a good guy. You will never be Mr. Nice Guy, mister popular, Mr. Save the day. It’s not in our genes. However, that doesn’t mean that you don’t feel. I know that you will never be a good guy, but I don't want you to have to go tdown the path your father took. I saw that moment of clarity shatter your reality that night, and I saw those few tears fall from your eyes as you yelled at Sery. That anger wasn’t directed at him, it was directed at yourself. For once, you were not in control of your destiny and that hurt. I realized that I couldn’t do that you again. So here you go … your inheritance.
Supreme hesitated for a moment as he slowly stood up and walked the couple stairs down to be on the same level as his Aunt Alice. He took the metal box and set it on the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. The key that he had been holding onto for over 15 years. He opened the box, and for the first time in his life, he wept. Alice looked over the shoulder as Supreme removed the contents from the box. It was 2 old baseball gloves.
Supreme: The last night I was able to actually play with my father. The night before the heavy drinking began, the night before … he attacked my mother. We played catch. I remember it well. We played for hours that night. It’s the last great memory we had together. We had stop because … he had a headache.
Alice: That was the night his sickness became uncontrollable.
Supreme: It looks like he kept these gloves all these years to try to remind himself of that last good time.
Alice: Look, I’m not asking you to forgive him. God knows I don’t blame you if you never do, but hopefully you can at least hold onto one good memory of him.
Supreme: I will, thank you.
Alice: Just, don’t let your anger get the better of you like it did your father. I see that it’s already led to you having to defend your title against Sery. That kid is more dangerous then he lets on.
Supreme: Trust me, I know. Far too many people underestimate him.
Alice: You also underestimate his genuine concern for you. I’m not saying he’s a friend persay, but just remember, not everybody that fucks around with you like that, is doing so out of spite. Maybe, just maybe, he might genuinely care. Just keep that in mind.
Supreme I will.
Alice: Oh, and one other thing.
Alice chucks a pair of keys at Supreme as he catches them out of the air.
Alice: This place is yours now. I’m heading back to New York and I have no need for it.
Supreme smiles to himself as he looks around.
Supreme: Thanks.
These last words resinate with Supreme as Alice walks out the front door, leaving Supreme to admire his new/old home.
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
This is where it gets me: on my feet
The enemy ahead of me
If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me
- Hamilton
A really good RP. Between this and Sery's it was a really difficult decision to pick a winner. Through Alice, we got to see that Supreme isn't all bad as he often portrays (and this is a continuation of loads of little hints I've seen throughout the past months on both the show and the RPs showing the same thing) and it really adds depth to the character as he becomes easier to relate to and to a certain extent, easier to sympathise with. The tragic backstory of his father is a bit help with this also.
My advice would be that if you are writing a lot of expositional dialogue to try and break it up so it is easier for the reader to digest. Maybe Alice is doing something while she is talking, and you can describe that to break up the huge dialogue walls, maybe her and Supreme could be walking somewhere (not relevant to this scene but just for future reference) and the conversation is broken up by their journey, people around then and the environment and surroundings. Little things like this make the world feel a little more real and also makes the dialogue seem less long-winded, especially when heavy exposition is necessary to the story.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
Welcome to SupremeVille, Population ... more than I care to know!
Supreme: ... and it is the single worst tragedy this year! I'm not sure there are going to be enough tributes to truly fill that void that everybody is feeling in their hearts right now!
Susan: I know sir, the loss of Chris Cornell has really hit a lot of people ...
Supreme: Fucking Chris Cornell? I'm talking about myself loosing the Custom Cup Championship to Sery, what the hell did Chris lose precisely?
Susan: ... His life?
Supreme: (Long Pause) Well damn, that's really something you don't want to let slip away. Meh, you know what I always say!
Susan: Fuck off?
Supreme: No, the other thing.
Susan: Leave me the fuck alone?
Supreme: Classic, but no, If you can't beat them, join them.
Susan: Honestly, I don't remember when I've ever heard you say that before, and secondly, I'm not sure what that has to do with this scenario.
Supreme: Well, it's been good chatting with you Suse, but I got to go. I'm almost home, and all I want right now is peace and quiet. I need a few days to unwind before this tournament gets underway. Talk to you later.
Before Susan can get in a word edgewise Supreme hangs up on her. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and starts to poke around the cupholder for a book of matches. While his attention deviates from the road for a minute, he misses a sign that reads Supremeville 10 miles. Finally coming up with one, he lights a cigarette ablaze just in time to receive another call from Susan.
Supreme: Suse, listen, remember that thing I told you that's my favorite thing to say? That first one ... yeah, do that!
Susan: Wait, you fucking dumb ass!
Before Supreme can hang up again he catches himself and puts the reciever to his hear again.
Supreme: This had better be damn good!
Susan: It's about your home, i thought you might want to know that the ara surrounding it has been turned into a ...
However, before Susan can finish her sentence, Supreme climbs to the other side of the hill and is finally able to see off into the distance, a small community where his single house had resided just a week ago. As Supreme continues to drive down the road, he finds himself pulling into what looks like a small suburban community. Almost every single house that lines the street is a carbon copy of the last house (perfect 2 story white house, white picket fence, perfectly manicured lawn). There are signs covered in streamers and various colors that just makes the thing an assault on the eyes that are directing Supreme through town. The signs finally lead him to the front of his house where there's a welcoming committee with a huge banner that reads "Welcome to Suprmeville: Home of the great Supreme!!!". Supreme debates for a split second the joys of running everybody over, but thinks better of it and pulls into the driveway instead. He lights up a cigarette as he gets out of the car. He spots his Aunt Alice in his driveway and approaches her with anger in his eyes.
Supreme: What the fuck is this? An entire God Damned community?
Alice: Don't you love it? These people are such kind and loving people. They needed a place to set up, and you needed neighbors to fulfill your obligations. It really was a win-win.
Supreme starts to walk towards the door when he stops and turns around.
Supreme: Obli ... Obligation? What obligation are you referring to precisely?
Alice reaches into her purse and pulls out a packet of papers.
Alice: Do you remember when you signed the lease for this place? Well, there was a minor clause in there. You have one more test you need to pass before you can completely claim ownership of this place. You need to prove that you can opporate in a community setting.
????: You know, back in my day, we didn't have such lovely neighbors like you got now. We had to do deal with war mongers and thiefs, and we liked it!
Supreme looks around to see where that voice is coming from, finally looking down at the 4 foot nothing man that looks like he's old enough to have witnessed the birth of Christ.
Alice: Oh, that’s old man Jenkins. He’s the town drunk, he’s been here before anybody else. Most people are just used to him by now.
Supreme is trying really hard to process this data.
Supreme: What the fuck do you mean before anybody else … this community wasn't even here a fucking week ago …
Before Supreme can finish his thought he was cut off by two men that are dressed exactly the same, and oddly enough looked the same. They are trim men, roughly 6 foot tall, good build, trimmed goaties, neatly trimmed brown hair.
Donnie: Hi, I’m Donnie!
Ronnie: Hi, I’m Ronnie!
Donnie and Ronnie: … and we are The Gilmans!
Supreme: Twins?
The two men look at each other with an excited look on their faces as they clasp hands together and look each other in the eye with glee.
Donnie and Ronnie: LOVERS!!!
Supreme rolls his eyes as he tries to turn to walk the other way as he runs into a gorgous blonde woman. Standing 5’ 6”, long slender legs accented by a slimming pencil skirt, and a blouse that shows her 36DD breats perfectly, she’s holding a dish in her hands that she quicly shoves into Supremes hands.
Brittany: Hi there! My name is Brittany! Welcome to the community. I made you a casserole to welcome you to the neighborhood!
Supreme is still annoyed but slightly less annoyed, knowing he at least has some decent eye candy in town, takes the casserole dish and nods his thanks and starts to head inside with the dish.
Brittany: Well, that’s just the one I wanted to present to you in person. The rest I already put in your fridge inside your house. That fridge was full of nasty beer though, so I cleared those out so that you have some more yummy casseroles, oh and jello molds, don’t forget the jello molds.
Supreme stops in mid step.
Supreme: You threw out my beer?
Brittany: This way you have plenty more room for all this yummy food.
Supreme twinges just a little bit, thinking about the good feelings slipping away quickly as he continues to head for his house.
Alice: Don’t forget the festivities start in 1 hour. Be out here and ready to celibrate your new community!
Supreme rolls his eyes one last time as he begrudgingly heads inside with his casserole dish, as he gets inside he’s met by an on surprise. Susan is standing there with a suitcase.
Susan: Hi there, I’m your new roommate. I hope you don’t mind, I’ve already made myself at home. Tomorrow, I figured I can give you the tour of the town and help you get to know people better.
Supreme screams at the top of his lungs one long fuck as the camera fades to black.
Half of this is very difficult to read. I have to highlight the yellow text or I can't see it, and pink is not the easiest. The other colours are all easy enough to see, but not the ones for Susan and Supreme. Would you mind changing them for future ones? I don't want to be a pain, but it would be much easier to read 🙂
Half of this is very difficult to read. I have to highlight the yellow text or I can't see it, and pink is not the easiest. The other colours are all easy enough to see, but not the ones for Susan and Supreme. Would you mind changing them for future ones? I don't want to be a pain, but it would be much easier to read 🙂
For me, it's Brittany who's hard to read. Everyone has different colour backgrounds on the forum so different colours clash with different people. There's no perfect solution.
Thanks Taker_2004 for the banner!
This is why i don't fucking do colors. Lol. Next ones gonna be all white God damn it!!!
Who’s fucking bright idea was this bullshit anyway? Ok, calm down man and let’s get our bearings straight. You know why you are doing this. You’ve been on a bit of a losing streak as of late, and your PR image hasn’t been the greatest, but fuck, why does it have to be this! Just look at this god forsaken hell hole. Here I am, stuck inside of an old mental hospital that’s been abandoned since before ‘nam, and I’m expected to co-host a special edition of some fucking Ghost Hunter show with …
????: That’s right it’s time to get faced!!! Ghost Faced that is!!!
Supreme: God damn it!
Fuck that cunt! Yes! Her! Meet Kimberly Swallows. I still haven’t decided if this bitch was dumb enough to think this was a good stage name, of if this is her actual name, and she’s just too damn dumb to give herself a stage name. Either way, she’s the “sexy” lead star of the show called Ghost Faced. Basically, she goes to random abandoned locations and wanders around them aimlessly with a camera crew in an attempt to find evidence of ghosts. I use the term "evidence" loosely, because the entire damn thing is staged. We’ve been here for 2 hours getting to know the lay out of this mental hospital and where all of the “surprise” ghost sightings are going to take place. If you’ve ever been in a hospital during the course of your life, than this place should look familiar to you … just add in a bunch of white padded rooms, age everything by a couple hundred years with no janitorial service, and you have Greensborough View.
Supreme: What the fuck was that Kimberly? You damn near gave me a heart attack.
Kimberly: That’s the level of shock we need from you when the ghosts attack man! We need this to seem authentic. Look, I know all about the situation you are in, and I figured this is a great way for the both of us to boost our image. I need the boost in ratings, and you need the boost in PR. This is really a win-win for us.
While she’s not entirely wrong, I still fucking hate doing this shit. I’ve been in and out of 4CW most of my career and no matter how I try to pull myself away from that place, I always end up right back in the middle of that squared circle. If I’m going to make this run matter, I need to do everything I can to elevate my stock in the company. So here we are, making asses out of ourselves on national television, walking around a dilapidated hospital.
Supreme: Whatever! I promise you I will give you all the fucking pee your pants screaming moments that you are looking for. Just for the love of God can we please get this shit …
OK, what the fuck was that? I swear to God I just saw somebody pass by the door way behind Kim, but that’s not possible. While this rag tag of a show is pretty successful, I just found out today that the studio doesn’t like to actually pour a lot of money into it. So, the entire thing is ran by Kim, her camera man, and her tech guy … and we are all in this room.
Kimberly: … sure … we can get this shit started … are you ok man? You seem kind of distracted.
Supreme: Yeah, I’m fine. I just thought I … never mind. Now, what is the first big scare that you …
What the fuck?!?! There he is again. I swear to God I’m not going crazy. There is somebody in that room over there. I have got to figure out what the fuck is going on here.
Kimberly: You are more scatter brained then I am. Ok for the first shot, we are going to start from that room over there and you are just going to walk the other way. Yeah, that’s cool too. Don’t mind me, it’s not like we have a show to film here.
Supreme: I swear to God Kim, if you have somebody running around this place dressed up like a dead person to jump scare me I’m fucking walking. That’s not what I signed up for. Well, ok, it kind of is what I signed up for, but you know what I mean.
Kimberly: What the hell are you talking about? I gave you a copy of the script, and I laid out every scare that would be happening in the episode. We don’t have the budget for extras. Hell, it’s not like we are paying you to be here either.
Sadly she’s not wrong.
Supreme: Fine! Look, I know these shows are at least rooted in an actual legend for each location, so why not refresh my memory on what the hell happened here?
Kimberly: Long story short, there was a married couple that ran this facility. They were named Fredrich and Susan Faye. The Faye’s both had their doctorates in Psychiatry. It was believed that they were creating a way to separate a person’s psychosis. Basically, they were trying to find a way to split a person’s mental status and separate the good inside from the black dark core that makes people evil. As I’m sure you fathomed, that’s something that you just can’t do, however, it didn’t stop them from experimenting on hundreds of people here in hopes of removing all bad will from somebody's …
Supreme: Seriously, if you are going to give me shit about cutting off mid-sentence, at least make it feel a touch more believable.
Kimberly: Sorry about that. I thought I saw something come from the other room.
This room that we are currently standing in is the receptionist room. There are doorways on both sides of the room that lead to the main halls. She’s looking at the opposite doorway as I am and for the life of me I can’t tell if this bitch is fucking with me, or if she is being serious, either way, we decide to both explore the hall that we are looking at.
Supreme: I swear to God Kim, if this ends up being a stunt I’m going …
Kimberly: Look, I’m sorry for startling you early, but to be honest, I can’t afford to have you not want to do this show. So why would I do anything to jeopardize you being here.
I guess I can accept that as an answer. We both advance into our respectable hallways. Meanwhile, Jefe and Manuel are standing in the middle of the room not sure what they should be doing right now so they do what they best. Film. Manuel is the one that follows me and Jefe follows Kimberly.
I enter the hallway and take a moment to catch my bearings. I swear to God it feels 20 degrees colder in this hallway than it did in the receptionist area. I hear what sounds like a scooting of a bed and I decide to walk into the first room I come across. I enter the room and I don’t see anybody here, but when I turn around there he is. The man that shouldn’t be here. I don’t need to read the name on the lab coat to know that this is Dr. Fredrich Faye in the flesh … dead flesh … spirited flesh … whatever, the dude is fucking standing right in front me.
Dr. Fredrich: Would you look at what we’ve get here! A fresh patient! I see you sir! I see what dark desires linger inside your soul.
Supreme: A desire for Granny porn and a bag of Ritz Bits? Not really a shocking revelation man.
Dr. Fredrich: Ah yes, the jokes. You all had quite the jokes. Everybody that came here thought they were quite the comedian. They never took my work seriously. They never considered what I did to be real science.
Supreme: Well now you be real dead, so if you don’t mind, I’ve got to get back to a lame show.
Dr. Fredrich: What, you don’t think I know that I’m dead? You think me so much a fool that I don’t have a solid grasp of the condition that I am in? If anything, death has allowed me and my wife to pursue our work in a more grandiose manner. We are finally able to carry out our lives works. We can finally transcend our mortal coil, peer deep into the souls of our patients, and perform the separation.
God this guy doesn’t shut the fuck up.
Supreme: … and how many people have you successfully been able to perform this separation on since dying?
Dr. Fredrich: You will be my first!
If you’ve never had an aberration step inside you then it’s almost impossible to explain the sensation. I swear to God I felt a cold rush spread through my body and there was this odd sensation, almost like a tearing. It genuinely felt like there was something tearing at my soul. I turned around, and frantically looked all over the room and he was gone.
Supreme: Did you see that?
Manuel: I saw you talk to yourself man. Fucking white people doing crazy shit!
I feel different somehow though, I feel lighter, happier, like I just want to hug somebody!
Manuel: Stop fucking hugging me man! Damn white people!
I let Manuel down, but I’m not sure what’s going on here. I’ve never felt so happy in all of my ...
God damn, if I have to listen to another word of this pathetic fucking inner monologue again, I will blow our brains out.
Who the hell are you?
Clearly, I’m the only side of your conscious that pays attention. That fucking nut job of a scientist. His fucking experiment, it works. I’m the part of you that he calls the dark soul. See, the point of the experiment is that when they separate the two halves, they extract the part that’s bad, and burn it leaving only the pure pathetic sack of shit positive side. That’s you. These idiots can only separate the two halves, but aren’t able to do any more than that.
How did you gather all of that data from just him passing through us?
I’m guessing genius. Look, I’m not all that happy about this shit either, but for the time being, it looks like we are going to be stuck dealing with each other, so let’s make the most out of it.
Fine, what should I call you then?
The names Reamer. No matter what course of action we’ve taken over the years, there was always a part of you that was good that lead you through actions. Most people think that your good side was the repressed side, but trust me, you always had the potential to me so much darker than you already are.
Well gee, that doesn’t sound like me at all. I know I’ve been mean in the past, but I I always thought that deep down inside I was a decent guy. I didn’t realize that the niceness that I was burying was just burying something far darker underneath.
Well, regardless that’s where we are …
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
KIMBERLY!!! KIMBERLY!!!
I’m not even sure what the heck is going on here now, but we need to see what’s going on THERE. We head to the Receptionist room …
Why are we still narrating this thing in our head?
Well, it’s kinda late in the game to change perspective now don’t you think?
Fair enough.
We enter the room, and there leaning against the wall is Kimberly with a mocking expression spread across her lips. She looks up to see us and starts to chuckle to herself as she very noisily chomps on a piece of bubble gum.
Supreme: Are you ok Kimberly?
Kimberly: The names not Kimberly sugar tits. Call me Bambi.
Remember the name
This is 10% luck
A shot explodes with Supreme first stepping into a 4CW ring, soaking up the sold-out arena.
20% skill
A burst of light and another scene unfolds of Supreme working tirelessly day and night to hone his craft.
15% concentrated power of will
Another burst of light, but this time we find Supreme standing in the squared circle as the camera rotates around the ring. While Supreme stands tall, the opponents on the other side shift through every single challenge Supreme has ever faced during his career.
5% pleasure
A burst followed by the friendships that Supreme has encountered over the years, High Society, Mikey, Eden.
50% pain
… and the shot changes to every single one of those relationships crumbling around him.
… and 100% reason to remember the name!
The final shot erupts with Supreme on the turnbuckle, the belt around his waist morphing into every belt he’s held in 4CW as he soaks in both the cheers … and the boos from the 4CW fans. The 4CW Hall of Famer … is home.
*HONK HONK*
Driver: Get out of the road you fucking asshole!!!
God damn it, daydreaming again. I need to get this shit under control before I get myself killed. I better flip this asshole off, let him know who's boss around here … and he’s getting out of the car, wonderful.
Driver: Hey asshole, what the fuck is your problem man? You’re the one that walked … wait, I know you, don’t I? You’re that 4CW guy, Superb!!!
Supreme: It’s Supreme you morose sack of shit, and yeah, that’s me, what are you going to do about it? Do you think you can kick my ass?
Drive: Kick your ass? Dude let’s be honest. You do plenty of that shit on your own. Plus, I don’t waste my time on washed up losers like you!
… and just like that, he’s just going to drive away? What does he mean by washed up? I’m in the best shape of my li … I’m in the best shape I’ve been in this decade … Ah, who am I kidding? I went from former World Champion to not being able to hold onto the Hardcore championship. I’d say I’m half the man I used to be, but that shit isn’t even close to accurate.
I open the door to Smoking Jakes and saunter on in. To call this place a dive bar would be an insult to dive bars. Have you ever seen Desperado? The scene with the bar where Banderas murders everyone? Yeah, that’s a 5-star facility compared to this shit hole. The floors rotting, the tables can barely hold a deck of cards, let alone, the beers being precariously placed on them. They serve one drink here, Beer, and good luck getting a clean glass. I sit down at the stool that’s got the least amount of blood and piss on it and order a beer. The radio is blaring some bullshit about Raptors fighting some Warriors. I was really interested … until I heard it was just a basketball game. Lame.
I’ve made this place a frequent stop for me lately, simply because it’s close to my apartment, and for the most part people leave me the fuck alone. Damn, maybe I am washed up. It used to be that everywhere I would go, including places like these, people would line up to get my autograph. Nowadays, it’s all about the fresh new talent in 4CW, people like Phil McGroin soaking up the fucking spotlight … MY SPOTLIGHT!
Biker: Hey boys, would you look who just rolled up into our little bar here. Some fresh fish, just waiting to be caught!
Driver: Hey man, back off, I got pepper spray and I’m not afraid to use it! I saw the bar and was just hoping that I could use the bathroom real fast!
Ah fuck, it’s that asshole from earlier.
Bartender: Watch your tone young man, Tomlin just so happens to be the leader of the Hell’s Riders gang, and a frequent visitor to my fine establishment. You show him the proper respect that he is rightfully due!
Driver: Look, man, I just want to take a piss, and I’ll get out of this dump …
… but before he could finish that sentence, a right hook came out of nowhere and connected with that dudes’ nose, spraying blood all over the place as it broke. A group started stomping on him with no regard to his life whatsoever. I hated that little shit, but I didn’t want to see him dead.
I downed the rest of my beer and slowly got to my feet. Taking that empty glass, I shattered it over the head of the first person that I saw, and at that moment, I knew that it was on. There was about 10 of them and only one of me … they needed more men. The scene exploded with bodies flying everywhere, a few inverted suplexes here, a couple spiked DDT’s there, and before long, I had wiped out the entire gang. I walked up to that driver and helped him to his feet.
Driver: Thanks man, I’m sorry about …
… but I wasn’t going to let him finish, I picked him up and German suplexed his little rag doll ass through the nearest table. Sending wood shards all over the place. I stand over his crippled body and yell
Supreme:
I
AM
NOT
WASHED
UP!!!
I turn back to the bartender and throw him a 20.
Supreme: There, that should cover the damages!
Bartender: Fuck you Supreme … Oh, and good luck on Sunday!
I smile as I walk out of the bar. I’m not 100% anything. I’m not 100% an asshole, I’m certainly not 100% a nice guy. I am a mixture of everything that makes me what I am. A little ruthless, a little deranged, sometimes sweet … mostly not, but there is one thing that I’m not. Come this Sunday, everybody will find out that Supreme is NOT … WASHED UP!
… and they will be left … Remembering my name!
The camera cuts to vacant highway in the middle of the desert. A lone tumbleweed slowly rolls across the open road. A lizard, meandering his way through the desert stops and licks his eye ball, not realizing that he only has but a few precise moments left to live. Suddenly an '86 Olds Toranado rips through the shot, turning the Lizard into a smear stain. The camera changes to inside the car. We can see that the driver is none other than Former 4CW World, Custom, and Tag Team Champion, Supreme. The odometer shows that he's ripping through the open road at a cool 100 mph. A ringing from his speakers cuts into the Finger Eleven song that he was listening to and he clicks a button on the phone connected to his air vent and talks.
Supreme: What's going on Bitch?
The voice on the other line sounds exhausted, and frustrated, almost out of breath. Like she just got done running a marathon.
Susan McCorkland: What the hell was that stunt man? Do you have any idea what the hell I've been doing this last week?
Supreme: Well, judging by how heavy you are breathing, I'm going to guess that you haven't been hitting the gym.
Susan: Not funny. I have been spending the last week playing ground control. Doing everything that I can to fix this situation. You have no clue what this incident has done to your PR image. I can't believe that you full out attacked Sery during a press conference like that. I mean, I get why you did it, but I still can't believe that you did that. You haven't always been the most level headed person in the world, but you've been this careless before. What the hell is going on with you man?
Supreme takes a moment to think before he answers that question. He thinks to himself about how his life has been like a roller coaster over the last few years. The thought ... that agonizing perpetual thought that just wont leave him alone. That fear and worry of failure. He's been at this game for just as long if not longer than anybody else that has set foot into a 4CW ring. He is the second World Champion in 4CW history. He's held the Custom Championship in the past and he's a former tag team champion with Mike Nichols. But yet, he feels empty inside. He's had a rocky time at trying to re-join 4CW and remain a steady member on the roster. He knows that things aren't the same as they were when he first joined. He's been through a lot of matches, a lot of victories ... and just as many losses. However, this one transcends all of that for some reason. This match is about redemption. Does he really believe that bullshit rhetoric that he spews at the fans in the 4CW arena. There is an element of truth to it. He does feel that this time, this time in 4CW is not going to be a temporary stay. This time he's back for good. He does feel that people like Sery are wasting space on the roster for people that are more deserving. Does he feel like he needs to save 4CW? That might be a stretch, but there is one thing for certain. He very much feels that Sery needs to be DELETED ...
All of a sudden Supreme snaps out of his thoughts as he hears the shrill voice of Susan come through his phone again.
Supreme: Good God women, don't get your panties in a wad. What the fuck is your problem.
Susan: You stopped talking to me, I wanted to make sure everything was ok.
Supreme: Yeah, I'm fine. (He shakes off the cobwebs and returns to snarky ass persona that feels more comfortable to him). So who's dick did you have to suck to resolve this one baby?
Susan: I didn't have too ... God there are days where I wonder why I'm your lawyer. Let's just say that you had best not let this happen again though. Now tell me, what the hell was that about?
Supreme: Of all the talent that belongs here, that sack of washed up crusty dousche nozels doesn't even deserve to lace up my boots, let alone square off with me in the squared circle. Now, I'm having to face him for the Custom Championship? What the holy fuck is that about anyway. I should be going for the Universal Championship if anything. It's the only belt I'm missing in this company, but no, I'm wasting my time with a D level belt in a match against a z level talent.
Susan: You know as well as I do, that your track record as of late with 4CW as been ... spotty at best. You need to prove yourself to the company, and you need to work your way back up the ranks. Believe me when I say that this is the best way to accomplish that. They wanted to sign you into a feud with Ghonny Goldberg but I talked them out of that one at least. Look, love or hate Sery he's somebody that 4CW has put stock into, and now you need to defeat this little sack of ... whatever you called him to continue your rise up the ranks.
Supreme takes a couple deep breathes. Deep down inside he knows that Susan is the only person that he can really trust anymore. It's one thing for him to rib her every once in a while, but there is no way that he would genuinely do anything to upset her.
Supreme: Look, I will write up a brief apology on the 4CW website to make that whiny little bitch feel better about himself. Does that make your inners feel all happy wappy?
Susan: Yes, that makes me feel much better now. Now, we need to address the elephant in the room. This legal contract that you were presented with. Your Aunt is damn serious about this, isn't she.
Supremes mind reels back to the letter he recently got in the mail. His father, that .. that ... no words can describe this man. Supreme often creates his father for making him into the man he is today. When people point out that he's an ass he just smiles and shrugs. The truth of the matter, is far worse. His father was not a nice man. He wasn't overly violent, but just violent enough to make you feel fucking miserable about your lot in life. Supreme thinks to himself on occasion how lucky he is to have made it this far in life. He snaps back to the conversation at hand, this time before Susan can get upset with him.
Supreme: Yeah, I read the damn letter. That bitch Aunt of mine never fully understand what kind of man her brother was. I'm an ass, but that man ... that man was pure evil.
Susan: Well regardless we need to go over this thing. There's a large inheritance on the line here and we need to go over your Aunt's stipulations.
Stipulations, like that bitch has any right too, but of course she does. Daddy dearest would never have trusted me with that money, not after ...
Supreme: Yeah, I know we need to talk, but right now I just need some time to think.
Susan: where are heading?
Supreme: Home.
Supreme hangs up the phone as he finally pulls up to a house out in the middle of nowhere. The closest town is a 2 mile walk the other direction. Supreme pulls up to the house and gets out of his car. As he looks up he sees a lone man walk through the screen door and look down at him with a disgusting, agitated expression. A tumbleweed rolls by and as it does the image passes with the tumbleweed to reveal that this image was all in Supremes head. As he slowly walks up the steps, Supreme utters two words.
Supreme: Welcome Home.