Adrenaline 4/22/2012 Jacqui Monroe vs Eric Snow

[BDC]

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Only ONE rp cap with the deadline being April 22, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. Good Luck!

 

[Ben]

The Scene Opens at a Mercedes dealership in Suburban Chicago. Eric Snow has arrived dressed in a full suit, as he exits his vehicle and makes his way through.


Dealer: Hello Sir, how are you doing today? Is there anything I can do for you.


Snow: Well I'm at a car dealership so I would guess I'm here for a CAR. Why Don't you do me a favor, get me a bottle water, find the owner of this place and get him out here to show me all the new 2013 vehicles that just came in.


Dealer: No problem sir, if you'd like to take a seat inside, I'll get Mr. Falcore out here and he can show you around.


Snow: No, I'm good, I'll wait here, get the boss, I'm a busy and I've got places to be.


The Car Dealer makes his way inside to the owners office to tell him, Mr. Snow has arrived.


Dealer: There's some guy out in the lot that asked for the owner to show him the new 2013 models.


Owner: What' am I paying you for again? Tell him I'm busy....you take care of him...he's prob just another window shopper.


Dealer: Yes sir I'll tell him.


The Dealer Makes his way back out to the lot, where Eric Snow is talking on his cell phone.


Snow: (On His Cell Phone) Yea baby I'm just picking up a new SL today, figured you want me to pick you up in it later when I take you out.................Did you really just ask me what a SL was, it's a car, hence me saying I"M GOING TO PICK YOU UP IN IT.


Snow looks over at the dealer as it seems he wants his attention.


Snow(On His Cell Phone) Babe I got to go, the help is ready to show me around.


Dealer: Sir, I'm sorry but Mr. Falcore is in a metting right now and won't be able to show you around, but I would be more than happy.....


Snow interupts the car dealer.


Snow: What do you mean he's busy.....do you know who I am. I'm.....


This time the car dealer is the one who interupts


Dealer: Actually I don't know who you are sir.


Snow: Don't intrupt me little man. I'm Eric Snow, star of the ACW and one of the biggest wrestling stars in the world. But I'm done with you. Go shine some chrome.


Snow makes his way to the main office building of the car lot to confront the owner. He makes his way to Mr. Falcore's door and slams it open.


Snow: What kind of bull shit is this, you don't have time to help a paying customer, a paying customer who just so happens to be one of the biggest celeberties in Chicago and the biggest star in wrestling today.

Owner: Sorry I have no idea who you are, I don't watch WRASSLIN~!

Snow: You know what go to hell....your dealership is shit anyways and I can go up the street to the BMW spot and they would give me 2 cars to be there spokesman.

Owner: So you thought I was going to give you a brand new Mercedes just for doing a couple of commericials for me, last time I checked I didn't think WRASSLIN fans had disposable income, and another thing.......

Snow's phone begin to ring and he gestures to the owner to hold on a second.

Snow: Hey captain jackass hold on a second, my employer is on the phone I've got to take this, I'll even put it on speaker phone so you can see how much of a big deal I am.

Snow: (On The Phone) X Factor here, what you got for me?

ACW Managment: Well we got your next match all lined up and it's against.....

Snow: Flair, I knew it, I'm going to need 4 VIP seats set aside for my family and friends, I want everyone there when I win the title, and send some nose bleed seats to Mr. Falcore over at Falcore Mercedes in Chicago, he's a big fan of mine.

ACW Managment: Snow your not going to be fighting Flair, your going to be talking on..............Jacqui Monroe

Snow: Who the hell is he, some new guy....I told you I'm tired of fighting these no names.

ACW Managment: It's not a he it's a she.

Snow: Hold on a second......the only time I wrestle girls is under the sheets if you know what I mean.

Snow has a grin on his face and he gestures for a high five from the dealership owner. The high five is not given

ACW Managment: Snow your a pain in the ass, you got 2 options, take the match or find another company to work for. You'v got to do some dirty work to get to the top and get the title shot you think you deserve. I've sent you a email with her picture and details so you can prepare for the fight. I've got other things to do so....goodbye.

Snow takes a look at a phone and opens his email.

Snow: Well this girl isn't to shabby, I'll make sure I don't hit her in the face, I might want to take her out after I win the match.

Owner: Who are you talking to? GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE

Snow: With that attititude I've decided to take my buisness elsewhere. Before I leave though I'm just going to grab a couple of these free pens and bumper stickers off your desk

Snow reaches for the items on the owner desk, before he is interupted.

Owner: GET OUT KNOW

Snow: I'm leaving.....but I'm defiently calling the Better Buisness Bureau on you, horrible customer service.

END SCENE​

 

[Pete]

So here I am. At my wrestling school. The one I built when I thought I had "retired", then barely got to enjoy before life crept up on me again. I'm not sure why I came here, and I'm not sure what I was expecting to find; but the truth is, I find absolutely jack squat, other than what should be there: a few rookies taking turns in powerslamming their partners, a couple of instructors overseeing them, and that big redneck goofball, Jack Brian, standing amongst a beginner's class where everyone is at least a foot shorter than him. I can't help but smile as I walk over to him:

Jacqui M: Look at you, ya big oaf! What are you doing standing there like an idiot?

He turns his head, a grin creeping into his features as he sees me walk towards him:

Jack Brian: Whah, howdy, Miz Jacqui! Nice ta see ya!

I don't return his compliment, instead facing him sternly, my hands on my hips:

Jacqui M: What the fuck are you doing with these guys, Jack? Is this your class?

To my amazement, he nods:

Jack Brian: 'Matter o'fact, it is! See, Mistuh Lee said tha' othah class wuz too eed-vanced f'r me...tha' ah should come train with this one!

I feel like facepalming. Hard. Instead, I sigh:

Jacqui M: Jack, you're hopeless... I mean, I came here to tell you about ACW, but...

Jack frowns:

Jack Brian: Ay-cee-dub? Ah heard of 'em guys... Thum's some small-time promotion offa Noo Yawk, raht?

Jacqui M: Yeah. I guess you know they signed me, too...

The look on his face shows he didn't:

Jack Brian: They did? Congrateelations!

I nod:

Jacqui M: Yup. And I'm fighting dudes over there, too. As a matter of fact, I have a tough match this week, and I need some practice. Get in there.

I nod towards the ring, as Jack swallows:

Jack Brian: In the ring? Wi' you? But Miz Jacqui, ah...

Losing my temper, I bark:

Jacqui M: In the ring, Jack. NOW!

Seeing that I am not joking around, my first (and, sadly, worst) pupil climbs in the ring, obligingly but also very begrudgingly. As i follow him through the ropes and into the mat, I feel a rush of energy start to flow through me. A jobber squash is just what I need to keep me pumped up for my match. Right now, I'm gonna teach old Jackie a lesson he'll never forget; and later this week, I'm gonna do the same to Eric Snow.