Crazy - In Love. (A Storm [End of Days 3] RP)

[ForeverKuroi]

Fade in. The camera is zoomed in on the pavement. On the pavement are a pair of oxford shoes. It's black and shiny. The camera slowly pans up and on top of those black shoes are black slacks, followed by a black jacket. Generally, it's all just a black suit with a white shirt. In fact, let's just show a picture of this dapper mug:

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He doesn't differ from the picture at all, except he's not in some sort of fancy indoor location and in the other hand, he's holding a bouquet of roses. Michael Clarke Duncan puts the cigar in his mouth as he adjusts his tie before entering into a building. Oh yeah. There's a building. In fact, it's the Joan C. Edwards Stadium in Huntington, West Virginia. As he enters in through the building, he's stopped by the receptionist.

Receptionist: "Excuse me, sir. We're going to have to ask that you put out your cigar. There's no smoking on site."

Because Duncan is in a suit and is smoking a cigar, he thinks he's to cool to say whatever he wants and it'll come out bad ass.

: "You can't tell me what to do."

Receptionist: "Sir, it's a federal law. By smoking here, you're perpetrating a crime and if you don't put out the cigarette, I might have to call the police."

Michael Clarke Duncan sucks on the cigar. He takes it out of his mouth to exhale a puff of smoke - all while staring into the eyes of the receptionist.

: "I don't think you know who I am. I'm the Kingpin of crime. I don't create the crime, I pin it: One. Two Three."

Receptionist: "...Uh, what?"

: "Send the guards home."

Receptionist: "Sir, you're not my boss."

Duncan takes a step forward to the receptionist. He approaches the desk and slams a hand down.

: "I was raised in the Bronx, Wesley. This is something you wouldn't understand."

A security officer approaches the desk.

Security Officer: "Yeah, we got the silent alarm. Is everything okay?"

Receptionist: "I'm not understanding what's going on. I mean, he's talking to me like he's about to rob me, but he's... I don't know what's going on."

The security officer takes a look at the insane/crazy/obviously-idiotic visitor and then back to the receptionist.

Security Officer: "Oh, you don't recognize him? That's Michael Clarke Duncan. He's the manager of Michael Storm for the End of Days show."

Receptionist: "Oooh. My apologies, Mr. Duncan..."

: "You bet your ass, your apolomagies. Now let me through."

The receptionist begins typing onto the computer. He looks back to Duncan.

Receptionist: "I'm sorry, sir. But the records show that Mr. Storm hasn't checked in today."

: "Well of course Mr. Fuckin' Storm hasn't checked in yet today. I ain't here to see him, I'm here to see mah' boo boo."

Receptionist: "Your... boo boo?"

: "eXXXtacy, you fool. Mah gurl. Imma 'bout to ask her on a date."

Receptionist: "You... Your not serious, are you?"

: "Hell yeah, I'm serious! We're going to date. I'm gonna wine and dine her white ass. Then I'm going to bring her home and fuck her ass all night! In fact, it'll be just like this."

Michael Clarke Duncan begins gyrating his hips counter-clockwise, then backwards and forwards.

Receptionist: "Alright, that's enough of that. We get the poi-"

: "Oh yeah. Just like that."

At this point, Duncan is twerking up against the wall. He's actually doing a good job at it. He's smiling from ear to ear.

Security Officer: "Sir. That's enough!"

: "OH! RIDE ME, BIG BOY!"

Michael Clarke Duncan begins slapping his ass. I think he forgot if he was the fuck-er or the fuck-ee. While this happening, the receptionist is dialing onto the telephone.

Receptionist: Good morning, Ms. eXXXstacy. I'm calling from the reception desk and we have a mister Michael Clarke Du-"

: "Call me Big Chocolate! She knows me as dat!"

Receptionist: "A... Mr. Duncan here to see you."

Duncan visibly frowns as the receptionist hangs up the phone.

: "Why didn't you call me Big Chocolate, yo? She won't know who's here now. Now her slat will be as dry as day-old chicken."

Receptionist: Mr. Duncan, if you can have a seat, please."

: "Nah, it's cool, dawg. Just tell me where her room is."

Receptionist: We have some... snacks for you if you stay."

: "Shit. I'll have some funions!"

Ten minutes later, someone comes to Michael Clarke Duncan. Except it's not eXXXstacy. Also, it's two someones.

Officer #2: "So is now the right time to shoot him?"

Officer #1: "...Is this the right- JESUS, #2! We come here on the reports of a sexual harassment call and we see an unarmed black man, but because he's black, you think we can just kill him? Are you cra- How did you become a cop in the first place!??"

Officer #2: "Police Academy?"

Officer #1: "Well of course you became a cop through police academy. We all have! What I mean is how did you get into police academy in the first place! You obviously don't have the judgment for the job!"

Officer #2: "My dad knew the director."

Officer #1: "Knew the director!? Are you... Wait, are you talking about the movie? Y'know what? We'll talk about this later."

: "Hey, can you two homos check in on eXXXstacy? I know they say to wait politely for bitches, but she be taking too long."

Officer #1: "Yeah, we're going to have a talk."

: "Shit. Are you with Dateline?"

Officer #1: "Dateline?"

: "Yeah! Where's that interviewer dude? He's the one who's supposed to tell me we're going to talk. What's his name? Charles Manson? Fuck! eXXXstacy is twelve, isn't she? To be fair, though. I ain't never seent no bitch suck on a pair of balls like she did."

Officer #1: "...What?"

: "Oh wait. I know what this is about. You're here to collect the paperwork from me. Well let me tell you something! I didn't do the paperwork wrong! It's Storm! He's deceiving you! Arrest him!"

Officer #2: "This guy is obviously on drugs and is planning a mass shooting. Let's take him down now."

Officer #1: "No! God damn it. No, Mr. Duncan. You're being asked to keep your distance by a woman known as eXXXstacy. She doesn't want you anywhere near her. If you violate this order and she finds you near her, you will be under arrest."

: "What? I'm under arrest?"

Officer #1: "Not now, but if you see her, you wi-"

Officer #1 is interrupted as Michael Clarke Duncan threw a show at Officer #1, striking him in the head. How he took his shoes off and threw them in a mili-second is beyond anyone's comprehension since doing it within a half-second is nearly impossible. Anyway, he jumped over the gate keeping the visitor area from the staff section. MCD bolted with the speed of a lion.

: "YOU CAN'T ARREST ME AND STOP TRUE LOVEEEEE."

Duncan is speeding through the back corridors. He goes from room to room, trying to find eXXXstacy. Most of them are random technical rooms such as electrical rooms, telephone rooms, elevator machine rooms, etc. Then he gets to a corridor where it says, "Mens Shower Rooms." However, right before the 'Men' section, there's some smudging. He hears water running.

: "Shit! This must be the Womens' Room! They got to update their signing and shit! eXXXstacy must be in there!"

Michael Clarke Duncan actually kicks down the door. That's not an expression - it vertically went down. He runs through and finds three shower stalls with the curtains closed. He opens the first one. The person inside swears

: "YOU'RE NOT eXXXstacy!"

Kira: 何がファック!?!?!?
(Translation: What the fuck!?!?!?)

He runs away from the first one, leaving the curtain open. He goes to the next one and rips it open. The person inside yells.

: "YOU'RE NOT eXXXstacy!"

Cobalt: "I fucking know. Now get out!"

Michael Clarke Duncan again runs out and leaves that one open. He goes to the last shower and rips the curtain open. He finds... something different.

Randy Angel: "WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"

Duncan found Randy Angel, Nelly Angel's older brother. Weirdly enough, he's not naked; in fact, he's wearing a full suit. ...If that's not weird enough, he's holding Tequila Kitty II in his arms.

: "I'M LOOKING FOR eXXXstacy!"

Randy Angel: "Well she's not here!"

: "WELL WHERE IS SHE!?"

: "Mrow!"

: "Shit! I didn't even think to look there! Thanks!"

Michael Clarke Duncan exits the restroom and is taken down by the two police officers who managed to catch up to him. Shortly after this all goes down, Michael Storm walks in.

: "...You've got to be kidding me."

: "I feel so bad, Storm. You gots no idea. I don't know how Rihanna did it. Not everyone can find love in a hopeless place."

: "You came in here to try to find eXXXstacy, didn't you?"

: "I knows. We meants to be. She's the jelly to my peanut butter. The Romeo to my Juliet. The Johnny Deep to my Tom Barton! All I wantsta do is make sweet love to her, bust in her ass and make some beautiful n[censored term for black people that I can't make since I'm not black in real life]lets."

Storm looks up at the two police officers.

: "Officers, would you hold it against me if I beat the crap out of this moron?"

Officer #2: "Not at all. I've been wanting to do it all day, but I can't do it because it's 'against policy'. Some bullshit."

Officer #1 puts his hand in front of Officer #2 as he steps forward.

Officer #1: "Yeah, sorry. we can't let you do that."

: "And you're lucky, Duncan. I don't think you understand the kind of mess you've been putting all of us in today. (Yes, this RP collection has been going on for one single day.) Jackson Steele thinks this is all my fault and while I haven't seen the promo, I've been hearing reports that Jackson thinks that I'm personally trying to stalk eXXXstacy. This is all your fault, and now I'm going to make things right. If you go after eXXXstacy at all. If you call her, try to see her in person, e-mail or send her a fucking smoke signal, you will be out on the street. I will not let you anywhere near me. I will get myself another trainer, and whatever happens to you is none of my concern. I know this sounds like the jerk thing to do, but now I'm being treated like I'm trying to sleep with eXXXstacy, which Erin wouldn't be happy with."

Officer #1: "Mr. Storm, you know we will have to take him in for the trespassing and also for disturbing the peace. As far as Ms. eXXXstacy is concerned, Mr. Duncan was warned."

: "Good. Maybe it'll be the wake-up call he needs. I'll be at the station later to pick him up, but he's a child so I'll treat him like a child. This'll be his time out."

Officer #1: "Alright. Officer #2, take him away. ...And no racist crap."

Officer #2 rolls his eyes and exhales.

Officer #2: "...Fine."

He takes Michael Clarke Duncan away.

Officer #1: "Out of curiosity, is he really dependent on you?"

: "No. He has a ton of money. He just doesn't remember or he's really frugal or something. I don't know. He just mooches off me."

Officer #1: "Alrighty. In that case, we'll be off."

Officer #1 walks off, leaving only Storm in the room. He sees the camera there and decides to send one final message.

: "This is the last time I'll speak to you before the match, Jackson. I don't know what makes you think I want to go after eXXXstacy, but you can put those concerns to bed. I want nothing to do with her. I have my own girlfriend. I don't talk about her because unlike most of this company, I have a side of my life that I keep private. Also, if you talk to eXXXstacy, you'll find that I'm the actual person who kept Duncan from acting like a total creep to her. There's one thing, and only one thing I care about, and it's you, Jackson."

Storm uses his two hands to swing back and forth, horizontally, along the waist.

: "No, not your AWF Championship. But it certainly says a lot about you. You're a champion. You're a champion that has defended your belt. You're someone who has won your matches despite not being the strongest, the fastest or the toughest. Sure, I've seen you take a good pounding, but I've also seen you bounce back in the end. Lots of people look at you and underestimate you. But not me. I look at you and see someone who is damn near unbeatable. But there's one asterisk to that word."

Storm uses his thumb and points it back to himself.

: "You haven't faced me yet. If you haven't been able to tell, I'm a tough cookie, myself. I've defeated my fair share of people who many have seen as unbeatable. M.G.K., Ezriel, Curtis Kanyon. Yes, it's been a while, but I have defeated Curtis Kanyon, just like you did a couple of weeks ago. The difference is that I didn't have luck on my side; I had to win through skill. I've lost to the man before, and I know how tough he is. I've lost gold to him, but I've also won gold from him. And when I won, it was because I was the better man, and I was able to pin him."

Storm paces back and forth.

: "You're different, but despite what happens, I want one thing to be brazenly clear. I want you to give me your all, and I want a good fight. I want a clean fight. I want this match to be skill against skill. I don't want you to play your silly games. I don't want to see you remove turnbuckles or hide weapons. I don't want you to snake your way into a victory. No, if I lose on Sunday, I want to lose because you're the better man that evening. And if I end up beating you, I want it to be because I'm the better man that evening."

The camera zooms in to Storm's face.

: "This is the first End of Days for the both of us, and I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to win. If you believe otherwise, give it to me. I already have a million dollars on the line that I'm going to win. I'm putting my money where my mouth is."

Fade out.

* All uses of other characters were used with the consent of their handlers.