Talk Time. RP#2 For Witching Hour.
Oct 9, 2018 5:04:12 GMT -5
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Post by Bobby Barratt on Oct 9, 2018 5:04:12 GMT -5
The scene pings to life and Bobby sits bolt upright in bed. Something outside has woken him at 5:45am and he's not happy.
Bobby: The fuck? Who the fuck makes so much noise at this time of night?
Bobby tries to make out what's going on outside. The noise seems rhythmic, but his tired brain can't make out what it is. He opens the window in anger, but immediately ducks back in. Something hits the window with a SPLAT as Bobby closes it. He managed to miss the main attack, but we see a little bit of yellow paint on his face.
Bobby: What the fuck?!
Bobby smears the paint off the side of his face, trying to find out what actually just hit him. He does the best job he can do before throwing on a robe and heading down the stairs. He arrives at the front door and tries to peer through, but whatever hit his window has also been hurled at his door. He finally manages to make out the chanting from outside.
Crowd: L! G! B! T! L! G! B! T!
Bobby: Fuck! They found me!
Bobby picks up his phone and calls Jack.
Jack: Hey buddy, what's good?
Bobby: Right now? Nothing! Remember us paying Dillinger a visit last week?
Jack: I don't like where this is going already.
Bobby: Well I have what appears to be a mob outside my fucking house!
Jack: Appears to be? Well it either is a mob or it isn't!
Bobby: And I'd be able to tell if my whole house wasn't covered in fucking paint!
Jack: Oh shit! I'm on the way!
Bobby: Sure. Come in the back to avoid them noticing.
Jack: Hey, tell them that and they'll lay off you!
Bobby: What? Hey, fuck you!
The line goes dead as Bobby tries to get some visibility to make out what's going on outside. He can vaguely make out around a hundred or so people. A few press reporters outside, which is never a good sign, but luckily there appear to be no physical pitchforks in sight. Bobby slumps against the wall as the scene fades to black.
We come back and Jack is just arriving via the kitchen door as instructed by Bobby. Bobby greets him with a manly hug. He's evidently relieved to have some backup, but from the sound in the background, the crowd have either been dispersed, or are playing Possum.
Bobby: Think they've gone?
Jack: They've gone, but bro, your house looks like it's covered in Unicorn shit!
Bobby: What?!
Jack: Yeah! That paint you've tried to get off your face? That's not even a half of what they've done!
Jack pulls up a picture on his phone on Twitter. He checks out the #UniconParty.
Jack: See what they did is combine the word Icon with Unicorn and you-
Bobby: What the fuck have they done to my house?! Seriously! This is where I fucking live! Do they have no damn respect for personal boundaries?
Jack: It's cool. Just call a renovator. They'll have this cleared up in not time. I know a guy that can sort this out. He did some work on the Casino.
Jack hands a business card to Bobby. Bobby pretends to look interested before stuffing the card into his pocket.
Jack: Call him, man. He's rock solid. Jack Diamond guarantee!
Bobby: I...Ermm... I'll get it done later. I gotta get to an interview first.
Jack: Ah yeah, you got that TV shot today, right?
Bobby: Yeah. It's all the lead up for End of Days.
Jack: I can't believe you're getting eaten up so much with these appearances lately.
Bobby: Well...It's just...As we get further in the tournament, it's getting more hyped, more attention on the whole thing. Plus with less competitors in here, it means there's less of us to share all of that attention.
Jack: Yeah...I guess. Ah well, go get suited and booted and we can hit the road.
Bobby heads off upstairs as Jack paces around the lobby area.
Jack: Man, it feels like the guy has to pay a little more attention to this place. Maybe stop splitting himself between here and the UK. This place looks like it's gone to Hell.
We come back to a TV studio just outside of Ohio. It's a bigger station than normal, due to AWF's recent expansion outside of Ohio. In walk Bobby and Jack, dressed to the nines for the occasion. The X*Crown sits on Jack Diamond's shoulder and Bobby places his hand where the faceplate to the AWF Prestige Championship used to sit on his own shoulder, rubbing it as if the title was still there. Bobby takes a seat as Jack heads off into the viewing area. A man in a dark Red blazer approaches Bobby, hand outstretched. They shake hands.
Ian: Hi there, I'm the guy that's going to be conducting the interview today.
Bobby: Sure. Listen, the fees for this gig. When can I expect to see them?
Ian: Right to the point huh? I like it! Yeah they should cut the check right after we finish up filming. You'll walk outta here about Five grand richer, but that's nothing to you, right?
Bobby: Yeah, but even when you're sitting on a Mountain of money...you have to take care of it, right?
Ian: Too true. Anyways. Mainly we'll get your feelings on the End of Days Tournament, probably get a little about yourself. Anything we should stay clear of?
Bobby: Nothing about Amber or Jenny. I'm just not ready to talk about that publically, yet.
Ian: No problem.
The engineers signal that we are on the traditional five second countdown as the music to the show begins.
Ian: Hello and welcome to Midwest Breakfast. You all know who I am but today, we're here to talk to an Ohio resident who has the chance to take on the world! You'll get where I'm going with this....But please welcome...Former AWF Prestige Champion and Icon member Bobby Barratt!
The crowd applaud politely.
Ian: So Bobby. You're into round two of the End of Days Tournament and find yourself as AWF's last remaining hope. How does that feel?
Bobby: You know what? It's kind of funny. Between the Icons and AWF, it's an open fact that there's no love lost. We are challenging everything about the place, from unsafe working practices to shady dealings. In response they employed Danny Ray as the Chief Icon Remover. The fact we are still here proves he has achieved exactly squat since. Anyway... I find it kind of ironic that after all that bad blood, that the responsibility of bringing the End of Days Title back to Ascension Wrestling Federation rests squarely on my shoulders.
Ian: Interesting. So Eric Chronister. The guy was unheard of on the competitive scene up until defeating your stablemate, Maverick. Any thoughts?
Bobby: You know what? Fair play to him. I've spoken to Maverick regarding my thoughts on the match and that's between us...But Chronister made a name for himself defeating someone who came so close to winning the X*Crown. Question is, does he have what it takes to defeat someone who has dominated the title scene in AWF for most of the last year?
Ian: That's a fair assessment. I'm sure you guys are going to put a real show on for the fans of the XHF. So my assistants told me that you didn't have the best start to today?
Bobby begins to turn a shade of red.
Ian: Earlier this morning, your house was targeted by LGBT activists.
Ian pulls the same image of Bobby's house covered in different bright colours of paint and the "pride" flag of the LGBT society.
Ian: As we understand, this was in retaliation to your actions in taking Seth Dillinger out of the End of Days Tournament when he took away your Championship. Some people are calling this a hate crime. How do you feel?
Bobby: You know, we are in a society where everything is a hate crime nowadays. I'm going to counter their point here and ask them this: They know who I am, they know what I'm like. Wouldn't it be more discrimination if I didn't beat up Seth? Letting him slide due to his sexuality? No! That's not how I work and that's not how the Icons work! If your name is on the list, then we take you down!
Ian: Well we'll move on quickly from there. Looking at the brackets for the rest of the tournament, is there anyone who stands out to you? Any picks?
Bobby: Well first of all, it's hard to look past Dreadvan...I mean look at the size of the dude!
Ian cringes a little bit before laughing nervously.
Bobby: Joking aside though, when Dreadvan dropped Chris Card, I think my stock rose drastically. I think it's starting to come to the point where I might even be seen as a favourite for this.
Ian: Whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We still have Killa Kai who has a lot to say for himself, JFK and not to mention your a name from your past: Duke Kosloff.
Bobby: Ah Duke. You know, fair play to the guy. He's already achieved the same round as he did last year. I know the Soviet fire is going to burning in his gut to advance past that stage this year. Especially since this new alliance he formed with Chaos Kid.
Ian: He dropped the kid.
Bobby: What kid and who? That's a terrible thing to do!
Ian: No I mean Chaos dropped "kid" from his name. He is now just...Chaos.
Bobby: Well it comes to something when you can beat someone so badly, they change their name, huh? Anyways. They were quite a force to be reckoned with in their run together in the past. If they find that form, they could really shake up the division.
An assistant signals to Ian to wind things down.
Ian: Ok, well it appears we are running out of time quickly. Any closing comments, Bobby?
Bobby: Yeah...Eric Chronister. You're trying to play out the real American dream now. You want to be the success story, the guy who turned his life around after a stint inside. I commend you for it. Get yourself straight and make a name for yourself, kid. Unfortunately, it's not going to come at my expense. There's no way you get past me this week. I won't let it happen. I have a lot of plans in place for the title opportunities that come with winning End of Days. There's too much at stake here and I simply won't allow someone who's been in the business for half an hour to defeat a Legend. Folks at home, the only way to see this is to tune into the XHF Network this weekend. End of Days: Witching Hour. Tune in, see the spectacle. I personally promise you it's worth it!
Ian: Ok thanks for your time Bobby. Now over to Kevin for the weather!
Bobby shakes hands with Ian again and walks off set, grabbing some hand sanitiser from his pocket and using it. Jack meets Bobby as he heads out of the door.
Jack: Hey nice job on that. They really blindsided you with the hate crime stuff. You dealt with that pretty well.
Bobby: Thanks man. It took me a little off guard, but hopefully it settles down a little bit. Man, I hated schmoozing with that guy there. Media really dows my head in...Anyways, I'm just gonna go get paid and I'll meet you at the car.
Jack: Since when have you been interested in getting paid? Normally you don't even KNOW you got paid!
Bobby: Well Jack, you advised me some months ago about taking care of the money I have left. It's time I listened.
Jack: Diamond logic right there. OK, buddy I'll meet you outside.
Bobby walks down the hall in the opposite direction to Jack.
Bobby: Phew....This is getting close. I need to hustle, get some cash back before these guys figure me out. I can't cover this forever.
Bobby walks off shot as the scene comes to a close.
Bobby: The fuck? Who the fuck makes so much noise at this time of night?
Bobby tries to make out what's going on outside. The noise seems rhythmic, but his tired brain can't make out what it is. He opens the window in anger, but immediately ducks back in. Something hits the window with a SPLAT as Bobby closes it. He managed to miss the main attack, but we see a little bit of yellow paint on his face.
Bobby: What the fuck?!
Bobby smears the paint off the side of his face, trying to find out what actually just hit him. He does the best job he can do before throwing on a robe and heading down the stairs. He arrives at the front door and tries to peer through, but whatever hit his window has also been hurled at his door. He finally manages to make out the chanting from outside.
Crowd: L! G! B! T! L! G! B! T!
Bobby: Fuck! They found me!
Bobby picks up his phone and calls Jack.
Jack: Hey buddy, what's good?
Bobby: Right now? Nothing! Remember us paying Dillinger a visit last week?
Jack: I don't like where this is going already.
Bobby: Well I have what appears to be a mob outside my fucking house!
Jack: Appears to be? Well it either is a mob or it isn't!
Bobby: And I'd be able to tell if my whole house wasn't covered in fucking paint!
Jack: Oh shit! I'm on the way!
Bobby: Sure. Come in the back to avoid them noticing.
Jack: Hey, tell them that and they'll lay off you!
Bobby: What? Hey, fuck you!
The line goes dead as Bobby tries to get some visibility to make out what's going on outside. He can vaguely make out around a hundred or so people. A few press reporters outside, which is never a good sign, but luckily there appear to be no physical pitchforks in sight. Bobby slumps against the wall as the scene fades to black.
We come back and Jack is just arriving via the kitchen door as instructed by Bobby. Bobby greets him with a manly hug. He's evidently relieved to have some backup, but from the sound in the background, the crowd have either been dispersed, or are playing Possum.
Bobby: Think they've gone?
Jack: They've gone, but bro, your house looks like it's covered in Unicorn shit!
Bobby: What?!
Jack: Yeah! That paint you've tried to get off your face? That's not even a half of what they've done!
Jack pulls up a picture on his phone on Twitter. He checks out the #UniconParty.
Jack: See what they did is combine the word Icon with Unicorn and you-
Bobby: What the fuck have they done to my house?! Seriously! This is where I fucking live! Do they have no damn respect for personal boundaries?
Jack: It's cool. Just call a renovator. They'll have this cleared up in not time. I know a guy that can sort this out. He did some work on the Casino.
Jack hands a business card to Bobby. Bobby pretends to look interested before stuffing the card into his pocket.
Jack: Call him, man. He's rock solid. Jack Diamond guarantee!
Bobby: I...Ermm... I'll get it done later. I gotta get to an interview first.
Jack: Ah yeah, you got that TV shot today, right?
Bobby: Yeah. It's all the lead up for End of Days.
Jack: I can't believe you're getting eaten up so much with these appearances lately.
Bobby: Well...It's just...As we get further in the tournament, it's getting more hyped, more attention on the whole thing. Plus with less competitors in here, it means there's less of us to share all of that attention.
Jack: Yeah...I guess. Ah well, go get suited and booted and we can hit the road.
Bobby heads off upstairs as Jack paces around the lobby area.
Jack: Man, it feels like the guy has to pay a little more attention to this place. Maybe stop splitting himself between here and the UK. This place looks like it's gone to Hell.
We come back to a TV studio just outside of Ohio. It's a bigger station than normal, due to AWF's recent expansion outside of Ohio. In walk Bobby and Jack, dressed to the nines for the occasion. The X*Crown sits on Jack Diamond's shoulder and Bobby places his hand where the faceplate to the AWF Prestige Championship used to sit on his own shoulder, rubbing it as if the title was still there. Bobby takes a seat as Jack heads off into the viewing area. A man in a dark Red blazer approaches Bobby, hand outstretched. They shake hands.
Ian: Hi there, I'm the guy that's going to be conducting the interview today.
Bobby: Sure. Listen, the fees for this gig. When can I expect to see them?
Ian: Right to the point huh? I like it! Yeah they should cut the check right after we finish up filming. You'll walk outta here about Five grand richer, but that's nothing to you, right?
Bobby: Yeah, but even when you're sitting on a Mountain of money...you have to take care of it, right?
Ian: Too true. Anyways. Mainly we'll get your feelings on the End of Days Tournament, probably get a little about yourself. Anything we should stay clear of?
Bobby: Nothing about Amber or Jenny. I'm just not ready to talk about that publically, yet.
Ian: No problem.
The engineers signal that we are on the traditional five second countdown as the music to the show begins.
Ian: Hello and welcome to Midwest Breakfast. You all know who I am but today, we're here to talk to an Ohio resident who has the chance to take on the world! You'll get where I'm going with this....But please welcome...Former AWF Prestige Champion and Icon member Bobby Barratt!
The crowd applaud politely.
Ian: So Bobby. You're into round two of the End of Days Tournament and find yourself as AWF's last remaining hope. How does that feel?
Bobby: You know what? It's kind of funny. Between the Icons and AWF, it's an open fact that there's no love lost. We are challenging everything about the place, from unsafe working practices to shady dealings. In response they employed Danny Ray as the Chief Icon Remover. The fact we are still here proves he has achieved exactly squat since. Anyway... I find it kind of ironic that after all that bad blood, that the responsibility of bringing the End of Days Title back to Ascension Wrestling Federation rests squarely on my shoulders.
Ian: Interesting. So Eric Chronister. The guy was unheard of on the competitive scene up until defeating your stablemate, Maverick. Any thoughts?
Bobby: You know what? Fair play to him. I've spoken to Maverick regarding my thoughts on the match and that's between us...But Chronister made a name for himself defeating someone who came so close to winning the X*Crown. Question is, does he have what it takes to defeat someone who has dominated the title scene in AWF for most of the last year?
Ian: That's a fair assessment. I'm sure you guys are going to put a real show on for the fans of the XHF. So my assistants told me that you didn't have the best start to today?
Bobby begins to turn a shade of red.
Ian: Earlier this morning, your house was targeted by LGBT activists.
Ian pulls the same image of Bobby's house covered in different bright colours of paint and the "pride" flag of the LGBT society.
Ian: As we understand, this was in retaliation to your actions in taking Seth Dillinger out of the End of Days Tournament when he took away your Championship. Some people are calling this a hate crime. How do you feel?
Bobby: You know, we are in a society where everything is a hate crime nowadays. I'm going to counter their point here and ask them this: They know who I am, they know what I'm like. Wouldn't it be more discrimination if I didn't beat up Seth? Letting him slide due to his sexuality? No! That's not how I work and that's not how the Icons work! If your name is on the list, then we take you down!
Ian: Well we'll move on quickly from there. Looking at the brackets for the rest of the tournament, is there anyone who stands out to you? Any picks?
Bobby: Well first of all, it's hard to look past Dreadvan...I mean look at the size of the dude!
Ian cringes a little bit before laughing nervously.
Bobby: Joking aside though, when Dreadvan dropped Chris Card, I think my stock rose drastically. I think it's starting to come to the point where I might even be seen as a favourite for this.
Ian: Whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We still have Killa Kai who has a lot to say for himself, JFK and not to mention your a name from your past: Duke Kosloff.
Bobby: Ah Duke. You know, fair play to the guy. He's already achieved the same round as he did last year. I know the Soviet fire is going to burning in his gut to advance past that stage this year. Especially since this new alliance he formed with Chaos Kid.
Ian: He dropped the kid.
Bobby: What kid and who? That's a terrible thing to do!
Ian: No I mean Chaos dropped "kid" from his name. He is now just...Chaos.
Bobby: Well it comes to something when you can beat someone so badly, they change their name, huh? Anyways. They were quite a force to be reckoned with in their run together in the past. If they find that form, they could really shake up the division.
An assistant signals to Ian to wind things down.
Ian: Ok, well it appears we are running out of time quickly. Any closing comments, Bobby?
Bobby: Yeah...Eric Chronister. You're trying to play out the real American dream now. You want to be the success story, the guy who turned his life around after a stint inside. I commend you for it. Get yourself straight and make a name for yourself, kid. Unfortunately, it's not going to come at my expense. There's no way you get past me this week. I won't let it happen. I have a lot of plans in place for the title opportunities that come with winning End of Days. There's too much at stake here and I simply won't allow someone who's been in the business for half an hour to defeat a Legend. Folks at home, the only way to see this is to tune into the XHF Network this weekend. End of Days: Witching Hour. Tune in, see the spectacle. I personally promise you it's worth it!
Ian: Ok thanks for your time Bobby. Now over to Kevin for the weather!
Bobby shakes hands with Ian again and walks off set, grabbing some hand sanitiser from his pocket and using it. Jack meets Bobby as he heads out of the door.
Jack: Hey nice job on that. They really blindsided you with the hate crime stuff. You dealt with that pretty well.
Bobby: Thanks man. It took me a little off guard, but hopefully it settles down a little bit. Man, I hated schmoozing with that guy there. Media really dows my head in...Anyways, I'm just gonna go get paid and I'll meet you at the car.
Jack: Since when have you been interested in getting paid? Normally you don't even KNOW you got paid!
Bobby: Well Jack, you advised me some months ago about taking care of the money I have left. It's time I listened.
Jack: Diamond logic right there. OK, buddy I'll meet you outside.
Bobby walks down the hall in the opposite direction to Jack.
Bobby: Phew....This is getting close. I need to hustle, get some cash back before these guys figure me out. I can't cover this forever.
Bobby walks off shot as the scene comes to a close.
