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Date Posted: 16:44:30 07/09/02 Tue
Author: Big Poppa Chump
Author Host/IP: spider-tk021.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.206.181
Subject: BPC does some celebrating

(After starting one and zero in this new up and coming fed BPC feels pretty good about himself. Granted his opponent was a pussy ass bitch he still can't keep himself from celebrating...BPC style!!!)



*The scene opens in a lavish house. The camera pans around and sees many people dancing, drinking, kissin, and puking. Soon none other than BPC's own brother, Spyder, makes a showing walking in from the backyard.*

Spyder:
Holy shit. The UWF actually sent a camera crew to my house. I haven't even been hired yet and they already want to talk to the best in the business. I guess they just can't get enough of me!!

*At that time BPC walks up.*

BPC:
Shut the fuck up!! This is my house and you know it. Don't make me kick all your underaged friends out of my damn house.

Spyder:
Oh shit..uhhh sorry bro. What I was saying that when I get rich I want my house to look exactly like this one...

BPC:
Whatever. Get the fuck out of my sight.

*BPC motions for the camera man to follow him. They walk outside and get into BPC's Ferrari. The car starts up and in an instant they are out in the street and heading somewhere else.*

BPC:
Damn kids. NO respect. That punk has never had to buy anything in his life. The world was given to him when he started wrestling..so much talent and he blew it. I made it for him...and he gave it all away. I guess thats life though.

*The car screams onto the interstate and quickly accelerates to 140. With the top down nothign can be heard but wind so the camera man shuts off the camera.*


(30 minutes later)


*The camera switches back on as the car pulls up to a local club. BPC gets out and the camera man follows him.*

Camera Man:
Hey we were supposed to wait for Michael Cole at your house.

BPC:
Don't worry about it.

Camera Man:
I don't think you understand. I had instructions to wait for Michael Cole. I could get fired for this!!!

BPC:
NO I don't think you understand. This is my time. I call the shots. Those punks in the office don't know shit from applesauce. If they knew so damn much maybe they would have sent you here to begin with.

Camera Man:
Why would they do that?

BPC: Because
Micheal Cole is already here you fucking idiot!!!

Camera Man:
How do you know?

BPC:
Well for one this is my club. Second, there is his piece of shit Escort right there.

Camera Man:
Hey I drive an Escort, be nice!!

BPC:
Oh my god, you're a fucking pussy!

*BPC walks inside and the camera man follows. BPC stands at the entrance and tells the bouncer something, then walks inside.*

Bouncer:
Excuse me sir, I'm gonna have to take that camera from you for inspection.

Camera Man:
Ummm ok?

*The camera man gives the bouncer the camera. The bouncer looks at it for a moment.*

Bouncer:
Can I see your I.D. please?

Camera Man:
Uhhhh I don't have one on me.

*The bouncer shuts the door and locks it.*

Camera Man:
Jesus Christ!!! How the fuck am I supposed to feed my kids?!?!

*The camera now shows the inside of a dark club other than the bright flickering lights that are normal in clubs. The new camera man (bouncer) follows BPC through his club. BPC walks up some people he knows and chats for a bit untill he walks into the back room marked "PRIVATE". The room is decorated lavishly with many TV's everywhere and complete with stripper poles. BPC sits down at the only table in the room.*

BPC:
How you doin Tony.

Fat Tony:
Great kid...gettin old but still gettin shit done.

BPC:
Thats good to hear. Listen I need some stuff taken care of.

Fat Tony:
Anything for you. We're family, you know that. What do you need.

BPC:
I want Shadow's family gone. Dissapeared, dead, burnt whatever the fuck you can do.

Fat Tony:
I thought Shadow and you were boys.

BPC:
Used to be. Remember he dropped Mobstability for the fucking ReapersRealm or some shit like that.

*Tony pulls out his phone.*

Tony:
Shadow's family. Gone. Bye.

*Tony puts the phone back into his pocket.*

Tony:
Its done.

*BPC looks into the camera after downing a cold beer.*

BPC:
You see Shadow. I have control over you. Your family will be gone in less than two hours once I give the word. Now I'm not the sick sadistic type freak that would actually have a man's family killed, well that is unless you fuck with me or my family or my friends. Shadow I made your ass. I brought you into the limelight. ReapersRealm was all because of me. Mobstability was all because of me. Look around. I've created a fucking empire. I've brought people in and had people taken out. You can't compete with that. The only thing you've brought in is is the fucking newspaper, and the only thing you've taken out is the trash. I've been around longer than probably all of these people in this fed. I've been beaten down. I've been pushed around by large groups of people. Hell I've even had my neck broken...and guess what? I'm STILL here. You can't stop my bid for the title. I'll roll through you like you were dead. Hell you might be after the match. So Shadow when you come into the ring with your scar down the face thinking that you're some sort of badass, just remember, I am the badass of all badasses. I'm at the top looking down at your pathetic little piece of shit ass. So when I get the count, and when they play MY music, and when I walk up the ramp with my arms raised, don't be surprised. You won't be alone, you'll be with the hundreds of others that I've beaten. Maybe you could start a club, the "I got my ass kicked by BPC club". Hell you could even admit Shadojoker. I haven't beaten him, yet. But I have punked his ass out countless number of times. So Shadow, why even show? You'll only embaress your self more than you already have.

*BPC turns away and the camera man/bouncer turns the camera off. The sound stays on for a couple seconds longer but then fades out...kind of like Shadow's career.*

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