A really crappy day. (Storm [Jackson] End of Days)

[ForeverKuroi]

This RP immediately following this RP here. Randy Angel and Tequila Kitty II have just left. Michael Storm's eyes are bloodshot with rage.

: "They'll fucking pay for this. In the ring or in the courtroom, I don't care. I'm going to call Mike, have him pick me up while I get on the phone with AAA."

Storm pulls out his phone and calls up Michael Clarke Duncan.

: "CAN'T TALK NOW! COVERED IN BITCHES!"

: "Mike, shut the fu-"

Click.

: "..."

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~Half An Hour Later~

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The camera cuts to Michael Storm's basement. Michael Clarke Duncan is dressed in a fine black suit, which is actually missing a shirt. He is joined by an actual woman. *gasp* She's quite familiar. Her name is eXXXstacy, the girlfriend of AWF Champion, Jackson Steele. He's showing her all around the house.

: "And this is where I keep my home gym. It's really nice."

: "...okay."

: "I know. It's not like a really expensive house, but I make do."

: "No, it's not that this isn't a really nice house. It is. It's just that something's off."

: "Oh? Well what it do, baby gurl?"

eXXXstacy rolls her eyes at that basic comment.

: "Well, first off. There are a lot of pictures of Storm and his girlfriend here... and none of you."

MCD jumps in the air, acting all pumped.

: "Oh, Storm is my boy! I have pictures of all my friends here! And I know we're going to be friends, right?"

: "Well, to be honest - I don't think you're trying to be friends with me."

Sweat begins to visibly form on his forehead as he knows the jig is up.

: "Why not?"

: "Well first off, we have never spoken before you asked me to hang out."

: "Well I-"

: "And instead of going somewhere public, you bring me over your house, even though all the signs shows that it's not even your house. I mean, let's be honest: I've seen the promos cut, and it even shows this is Storm's house."

: "He sold it to m-"

: "And not even half an hour, you were on the phone and you said that you were 'Covered in bitches.'"

: "I mean, that's how I refer to all wo-"

Duncan stops talking as he finds eXXXstacy picking up a piece of paper from the nearby workout bench.

: "There's even a note here that says:

Step 1: Find the bitch.
Step 2: Bring the bitch over.
Step 3: Fuck the bitch.
Step 4: ???
Step 5: Profit.

I don't know what steps four and five are supposed to mean, but you clearly brought me over so that you could have sex with me."

MCD is continuing to sweat. He's been caught, red handed. He's sweating and so, he rips his jacket over, showing her his pecs and muscles and all that. He towers over her and looks down with his sex eyes.

: "So, what do you think?"

: "Look, I'm really flattered and all, but..."

: "You know, I'm flattered too. It really seems like you liked me and all, and it wasn't just the implication."

: "Implication?"

: "Oh, yeah. You being in this house, and you understanding that I'm a big guy and could absolutely do terrible and unspeakable things to you, which - of course - I wouldn't do. Shit. Although I do possess the capability, I mean look at you. It wouldn't even be too much effort."

: "...Okay - You see, I tried being nice, but I think I'm going to leave. You aren't part of the union, and I'm contractually obligated not t-"

eXXXstacy takes a step forward toward the stairs, which is past Michael Clarke Duncan. He blocks her way as he darts his hand to the wall.

: "Oh, shit. Is that all I need to do? Just join the mothafuggin' union? That's it and you're on my dick and so high up in the air that you're halfway to China? Shit, I can do that."

eXXXstacy begins to feel really uncomfortable as her eyes fixate on the stairs. Luckily, footsteps are heard, coming from the area. Seconds later, Michael Storm comes inside, where he finds Michael Clarke Duncan running his fingers through her hair.

: "I thought I heard noises. Duncan, just because I gave you permission to go into my house once doesn't mean you have unlimited reign all the time. Also, who do you have with you? Is that an actual girl? Who the hell wants to spend time with you?"

: "Storm, do you mind knocking before you come into my room? I'm about to fuck this white gurl."

: "Wait a minute. ...Is that Jackson Steele's girlfriend?"

Storm takes a couple steps forward and sees the picture a little bit more clearly.

: "Dude, she doesn't look comfortable."

: "You know, I'm just looking to lea-"

: "You can chill out, Stormie. She's just nervous being in front of an amazing actor like me. It's okay, babygurl. I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

: "DUNCAN, LAY OFF HE-"

: "Alright, gurl. Let's just cut all the bullshit, quit bushing around the beating and give me a solid answer. Do you want to bang?"

: "No."

: "No, that's the wrong answer! Look, I get words confused easily, but shi-"

Michael Clarke Duncan gets interrupted as Michael Storm rams him into the wall. This gives eXXXstacy an opportunity to make her way to the stairs. Storm turns and tries to call out to her.

: "...Sorry about all that!"

Michael Clarke Duncan falls to the wall and then to his ass.

: "God dayum, Storm. I didn't know you get off being such a cock block. All you're doing is keeping me from getting some white gurl as-"

He's cut off as Storm lays a hand across his face.

: "You know what I kept you from? I kept you from a fucking attempted {No Means No} charge, you fucking predator!"

: "But she wanted to fuck!"

: "No. She wanted to leave. If you have to keep a girl in front of you by force of intimidation, she doesn't want to fucking bang. I just hope this is the first time you've tried to do something like this."

: "So... So she wasn't playing hard to get?"

: "Hard to get is when a girl teases you or pretends to insult you. Hard to get isn't a woman trying to leave. And please don't tell me you did this for my own good. You've never even spoke to this girl into now. You're trying to do this for Steele, aren't you?"

Michael Clarke Duncan smiles.

: "Shit, you's a tough cookie. You think Jackson's going to give up?"

: "No, he's not going to give up. You have some serious mental issues if you think that sleeping with his girlfriend is going to make him want to give up. First off, he's in the porn industry. I think they're pretty OK with them sleeping with other people. Secondly, when eXXXstacy gets to Jackson, she's going to tell him that YOU TRIED TO {No Means No} HER! How do you think he's going to view me after something like that?"

Michael Clarke Duncan pauses, appearing to be deep in thought.

: "...Good?"

SLAP!

: "Wrong answer!"

: "Shit. I get those two words confused all the time. Look, I'll just go up to eXXXstacy and apologize to he-"

Duncan tries to get up, but Storm puts his hand up and forces him back down.

: "No, you're not going anywhere near her, and I'm going to tell you one more thing - you're going nowhere near Jackson, either. Jackson's an accomplished wrestler, but then again, so am I. I didn't need your help in defeating any of my opponents. Not M.G.K., not Lilith Bernia and not Ezriel. I won't need your help in defeating Jackson and if I lose to him, it's because he's the better man. What you need to realize is that winning isn't everything. I will lose matches at some point, and that's something you're going to have to accept."

: "You's wrong, Storm. That kind of attitude is what got yo ass to lose against Spike! If you want to be the winner of the End of Days tournament, you got to do your best! Shit, that's what I was doing!"

: "I didn't lose to Spike! Felix Venta lost to him! I understand doing your best, but there's a limit! If you're telling me to do my best, that means I got to go to the gym. I got to do my cardio. Not skip leg day. Eat my vegetables. It doesn't mean I come up to some girl all 'stranger danger', and make yourself look like a potential statistic. I think you forget that wrestling is wrestling. Whether I win and advance to the semi-finals is completely based on how I perform in the ring. You won't help me. If anything, you've hurt me. What you've done is going to piss him off. It's going to make him want to destroy me. I remember how I felt when I went into the ring with M.G.K., and I wanted to destroy him. I wanted to rip him apart, and I wanted to - quite frankly - kill him. Those feelings aren't foreign to me."

Michael Clarke Duncan begins to realizes what he has done. Storm is pacing back and forth.

: "I've been having a hell of a day, I tell you. My car got destroyed. Nelly's drunk of a brother set it on fire somehow. Insurance should cover it, but shit. That was an expensive car, and it's a complete wreck. Do you know how much those cars cost?"

: "Shit. Like at least a couple hundred dollars."

Storm smiles.

: "Exactly. Just add a couple of 0s to that number. But that's not the only issue. It's availability. They only make a certain number of these a year, and I'll have to get onto a waiting list."

This time, Duncan is the one slapping Michael Storm.

: "Storm! Your eyes be off the prize! Your opponent is Jackson Steele! If you worry about this bullshit, you're not going to focus on your opponent! Now pump some mofuggin' iron, command your muscles to grow and when you see Jackson, tell him about the mofuggin' implication! I'll worry about your god damn car!"

Storm's frozen. He doesn't understand the implication that Duncan keeps talking about, but he's right. His eyes are off the prize and he's letting the stress affect him. Storm didn't, at the time, realize that having his buddy take care of the insurance paperwork was an absolutely ridiculous and irresponsible move. Could it be because he's illiterate? Could it be because a possible-attempted rapist is possibly going to get a police report? Who knows, but that's a story for another time.

To be continued...

[Hyperion]

Are you watching Always Sunny while you type??

[ForeverKuroi]

Lol it's only the second reference I made.

[Mongo the Destroyer]

HEY! Let's focus on the important part: Randy Angel + Tequila Kitty II = Fun for the whole family