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MY HEAD HURTS! (SUMMER REMIX)

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Miami Missile,Bailey and DJ

Chris Cairns ,Dragon, Figure, and Dan 'The Man' Cain

Bailey's Basement

2-0-2

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The Myth The Legend


(.::. ((The camera opens up in Bailey's basement. The smell of freshly rolled weed is in the air, and an empty keg of Captain Morgan serves as a pillow for Bailey's head. Bailey wakes up...)) . .::.)

Bailey "My god...it's Tuesday, already?!?!?

Miami: Yeah...we should really learn to pace ourselves with those post-match parties. We've been unconscious since since Saturday.

Bailey: MY GOD! Hey where's Sarah?

Miami: She's upstairs in your bed, in spread-eagle posture. Your friends Justin, Mike, Matthew, and Joey came over Friday night. They said something about a gang-bang, and a Sarah sandwich.

Bailey:...I see...

((Bailey calmly gets up, feels a bit crampy, and opens his desk drawer.))

Miami: What are you doing?

(Bailey begins scratching the names of Matthew, Joey, Mike, and Justin off his will.)

Miami: Ahh...well now we have a match against Chris Cairns and his little geisha girls.

Bailey: Did you roleplay at all?

Miami:Umm...I can't exactly ROLEPLAY if you're not conscious, man seeing as how I only exist in your head.

Bailey: Aright so roleplay now.

Miami: Wait...can I gloat about beating Dragon at Inauguration ?

Bailey: If you insist...

Miami: OK. Here goes. I beat Dragon. Nyah nyah.

DJ: How original?

Bailey: ROLEPLAY FOR YOUR DAMN MATCH!

Missile: ALRIGHT! Cairns, Cain and Dragon, right? The next victims in my bloody massacre, huh? I like handicapped matches, why...this one time I took on the late, great 'Spunky' McGee and The Galloping Grasshopper in a handicapped match...

Bailey: OK...first of all, you are tag-teamed with DJ. Secondly, you are making up deceased wrestlers that never existed in the first place in a situation that you know never occured.

Miami: DJ?

Bailey: Who do you think carried the keg over?

DJ: Actually, it was my idea to strap it to Sarah's back...the real trick was not covering up her breathing hole that most whales have.

Miami: Alright so it's simple. DJ is handled by an experienced man whom I am acquainted with. The tag team of 'Vicious suspicious,and Non-Nutricious' Dragon ,Dan Cain and Chris Cairns.

Bailey: More...let's go for more than 2 stars, this time, dude.

((Miami just glares at Bailey))

Miami: Well Cain's always was the 2XWF's whippin' boy. So he should make for a really good punching bag in the ring. As for Dragon...well... he's a Bret Hart wannabe!What can I say for a man who is the worst there is, the worst there was, and the worst person you could loan money to.

Bailey: Done yet?

Miami: OH I'M JUST GETTIN' WARMED UP!!!

(("Eye of the Tiger" is played out of nowhere as Bailey and DJ look around to see where that music is coming from. Miami runs up the basement steps at jumps around like a hyena.He suddenly calms down as quickly as he began))

Miami:It's no use man! I can't get shouted at to roleplay or use music....Give me a goddamn better scene!!!

Bailey:DJ, get me a drink....

((DJ looks around ,he finds Anti-Freeze, Special Brew and Sunny Delight.))

DJ: We got Anti-Freeze, Special Brew or Sunny Delight!

Bailey: Isn't it obvious I'm going to choose the only one drinkable!!!

((DJ hands him the anti-freeze))

Bailey: Now you're catching on!!

((Bailey drinks the anti-freeze.))

Bailey: F-ck that's strong! Right now you need a scene let me think!

((Bailey pulls a face like he is constipated. After a while the scene changes to a Bjorn Again concert.))

Miami : What the hell!!?!?!

((Another constipated expression sends them to a crowded exhibition hall.))

Miami: Where are we?

((They look around and see a 'David Hasselhoff Fan Awards 2001!'.))

DJ: My god no! I'm surrounded by badly cut mullets whilst badly covered pop music fills my ears. This place is the scariest RP setting ever!!!

Bailey: Not quite what we're looking for?

((Yet another constipated face and we arrive in an empty courtroom, Miami is in the centre of the courtroom, he holds in his hand a book which reads 'The Complete Tales And Poems Of Edgar Allen Poe'. Miami looks at Bailey like he has just handed him a teddy bear to throw at the enemy during the war.))

Bailey : Look at the page that is bookmarked!!

Miami: muse.gif (14180 bytes) Lenore by Edgar Allan Poe (1831)

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! - the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! - a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? - weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies they love, Lenore!
Come, let the burial rite be read - the funeral song be sung!
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and ye hated her for her pride,
And, when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died:-
How shall the ritual, then, be read? - the requiem how be sung
By you - by yours, the evil eye, - by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died so young?"

Peccavimus; yet rave not thus! but let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemny the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore "hath gone before," with Hope that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her - the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair, but not within her eyes -
The life still there upon her hair - the death upon her eyes.

"Avaunt! - avaunt! from fiends below the indignant ghost is risen -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven! -
Let no bell toll, then! - lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damnéd
And I! - to-night my heart is a light! - no dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a P�an of old days!"

((Miami suddenly feels as if a lightbulb has been lit above his head.))

Miami: Cairns , you play a deadly game which you tempt fate to lose. You tempt fate with dangerous precision , don't make Sarah become Lenore, don't let fate shine not upon her and let me see her life drift away in a river of blood like you see your hopes of winning on Friday. You see I no longer care nor want the company , give me the money , let me claim the girl, its nothing much you see .

You may think I have a screw loose, that I am not normal, it is abnormal to be normal. You may think I am insane, well don't credit yourself for I am a Freudian nightmare. You may find it ironic that I, the 2XWF World champion , the top draw, be hated and reviled by millions yet I say if you want ironic, look in the mirror!

Cairns you may have beaten me once, with a chair shot, I still hear the ringing in my head with every step I take . I hear it's shrill piercings like you hear your own voice. I have not forgotten that night for it was my first loss. I have not forgotten the embarrassment you heaped on me when I lost so cheaply. I was ashamed and humiliated by a man who quite frankly can't win on his own.

You always seem to have your own little agendas to make me suffer, but they don't work! Your little impromptu booking skills backfired and Figure I will come to you later!

Dragon, your sister has some wonderful lips...don't you wish you knew what I did! However you can't and with every breath you take you must wonder what we do . What we can torment her with and with what threats and ideas we repel onto her. Living in a life of wonder must be what you do best though, you've had enough practise. First you wondered what life would be like without me carrying you through the federation's we won gold in. Look how that turned out. Then you must wonder what life as a REAL champion must be like. Through all your attempts you still cannot prise away what I hold dearer to my heart then your sister and any amount of money. Finally you must wonder what it is like to still be able to look at yourself in the mirror after showing such signs of ineptitude in protecting your own sister, your only family and you just couldn't carry it out! Friday will leave you with one more question to ponder, 'When or will I see my sister again?!?'

Moving onto Cain, Cain listen here, you got a lucky win last time, you got a lucky break in what was obviously an ending you played no part in . However like Cairns I still have a reminder daily of what you did and that is when I look at my calender to check the date and see that at TKO I have a match against you, Cairns and Dragon. What must it be like though for you Cain? Sure you got through to the TKO tournament but what is it like knowing you must face me twice in a week with the possibility that you may have to face me again if you win the tournament? Knowing that each and everytime we step into the ring each time I will be that little more annoyed, that little bit more vicious and a lot more ruthless and heartless than the last? We shall see on Friday when I will make sure that defeat darkens your door!

Finally Figure! You came, you saw, you bowed down and were beaten by the great! Your just a copy of an imitation, a mini-me of Cairns, but not Gareth or Sam , no you are a mini-me of what is the weakness gene in the Cairns because you are just a clone of Chris. Someone who thinks they can stop me and have it done in the ring just as easy as in your mind. If you even think that I am quaking at the thought of our next encounter you are wrong, the only thing that stopped me prising that mask off your face is Chris and rest assured that if he wasn't there the only mask you'd have left would be the bandages that covered your face after I had kicked you into pieces!!

((The scene starts to stutter.))

Bailey: ANTI-FREEZE...WEARING....OFF....STRUGGLING...TO...KEEP...FOCUSED....MUST...NOT....

((The scene fades to darkness.))

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