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Post by Jay on Jun 22, 2006 6:29:23 GMT -5
Deadlines:Pacific: Tuesday - 10 P.M.
Mountain: Tuesday - 11 P.M.
Central: Tuesday/Wednesday - Midnight
Eastern: Wednesday 1 A.M.
U.K.: Wednesday 6 A.M.RolePlay Limit: 4 RPsRPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day 
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Post by biggandy on Jun 26, 2006 20:09:05 GMT -5
(OOC: Hey Jay, on the next ppv, if you use a pic for my guy at least take a look at what my guy is supposed to look like. Bigg isn't Shelton, he is Lashely different weight class)
The scene opens up to a lush tropical resort. The camera pans around taking in the lovely women in their tiny bikinis. The men are in groups playing a variety of sports or working out on the beach. The crowd erupts as one of the local lifeguard’s humvee makes its way up the beach. The camera focuses in on the driver of the humvee as being the one and only Justin Vinsible.
The humvee comes to a stop as all 4 doors open and out steps the Sinister Alliance in full beach gear. J.V. is in his camo trunks with camo tank top and flip flops. The ever stunning Helena Ring slides out of the back with Ms. Thang as they turn all the men's heads as the beautiful women are glowing in their designer bikini's that cover their sunkist bodies. Following them out of the back in a black cloak is Nightmare, who is looking around frantically for a spot in the shade to stay out of the burning sun.
Stormfront exits from the front as a couple of Miami’s finest ladies come running by. He is in his standard beach gear, black surf shorts. The only downside to the leader of the S.A. is his dyer need of a tan. His long black hair is pulled back in a ponytail through his OU Sooner hat. The back doors open and out steps Mr. Bigg and his brother, Drew. Bigg is sporting a pair of blue flowered surf shorts, a blue tank top and blue flip flops, while Drew is in blood red flowered surf shorts with a red tank top and red sandals. Both men are on cell phones, probly taking care of more S.A. business.
J.V: (grabbing a cabana boy) Hey son, why don't you unload our set up for the promo shoot, ok?
CB: (holding out his hand) OK?
JV: (looking down at his hand and back at his face) you must be joking? Boy, you'll do it and be glad about it or I'll beat the living piss out of you until your begging for your bi%$# a#$ momma to come and save you.
CB: Yes, sir!
Bigg: (walking up behind the young man as he is unloading the humvee) Here you go, don't pay attention to him. He forgot to take his meds this morning. Thanks a lot for your help. (Slipping him a $20)
JV: Hey man, I had that kid working for free! What the F%^&!!!
Bigg: (shutting his phone and turning his attention to JV) some hero. Kids look up to you and all you can do is be. well...you.
JV: (getting mad grabs Bigg's arm as he is walking away) What the F$%^ does that mean?
Bigg: Simple, that kid would have done that for your freaking' autograph. But instead, you’re JV, totally rude and mean. That is great for in the ring, but in public, you’re a war hero and a celebrity. It wouldn't kill you to be good to at least our younger fan base.
JV: (looking confused) what? Who?
Bigg: (getting frustrated) be nice to the kids, man. Shake their hand, rub their head, something decent and not totally evil and demented, like normal. Never know your sales and profits might go up some.
JV: And what the f%$# makes you think I am interested in that anyway?
Bigg: Your semiannual meeting with the state of Texas DHS. The more you make the less time they spend hounding you.
JV: Hey Big Boy, why don’t you leave that to me.
Bigg: (turning and walking away) I will, but for now we have a photo shoot to get ready for.
Bigg walks to a large group of people that are slowly making their way to the rest of the Sinister Alliance. Drew and Bigg are met by 3 young women with laptops and pda’s in hand.
Lady #1: Mr. Bigg, I am Joy, we spoke on the phone about the shoot, and it is a pleasure.
Bigg: (taking her hand) Indeed, but I must say the pleasure is all mine.
Joy: Thank you sir, I have heard a lot about you and your group. I must say I am very much looking forward to working with you all today.
Bigg: I have no doubts, so let’s get this party underway.
The crowd goes crazy as the other ladies escort the others in the S.A. to a large tent. Trixy and a camera crew from the EWE show as the rest of the S.A. are getting ready.
Trixy: (walking past a crowd of young ladies, past Joy to get Bigg’s full attention) Hi Mr. Bigg
Bigg: Trixy! What do I owe the pleasure?
Trixy: You know? I want a one on one and I want in on this shoot. I love the camera.
Bigg: (looking over at Joy) Can we fit her in too?
Joy: Hell Yeah, I just hope Shane doesn’t mind.
Bigg: Screw him! You’re in Trixy baby.
Trixy: YES!!! (hugging Bigg) Your awesome!
Bigg: Ok and about that interview?
Trixy: Oh yeah, what is your thoughts about Clarian Michaels?
Bigg: My thoughts on Michaels? Simple, do my thing, beat him down, embarrassing him a bit by beating the piss out of him and then just like my boys, get raw dog extreme! I’m gonna show the little guy what a Bigg Time beating is all about. It’s just a shame that Vince was too scared of putting his precious superstar in a hardcore match. The pretty boy might walk away with his looks, but he’ll be doing it a couple of pints of blood less.
Trixy: But…
Bigg: Forget them, the PPV is this weekend and I’m tired of training and talking so much about this. Let’s just have some fun.
Trixy: Hell Yeah!!!
Bigg: (looking back at the camera) THAT IS ALL!!!
Fade to black
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Post by biggandy on Jun 27, 2006 19:37:08 GMT -5
OOC: See Stormfronts and Nightmares rp to understand mine)
The scene opens up on a beautiful sunrise; a glare comes off of the cool crisp waters of Lake Michigan. The camera pans over the smooth sandy beaches that line the lake, it captures the locals out for their morning walks, getting their days started off the right way. As the sounds of the crashing waves hit the beaches, the camera comes upon a large man in running gear.
He is running along the waterfront, his breath steaming as much as the elderly couples coffee, he makes his way along the beach to the much revered Shed Aquarium. The man runs up to a black limo that is parked by the aquarium, with an older black gentleman waiting beside the car. As the man makes his way to the car the driver opens the door as the gentlemen exchange conversation. The man removes his hood from his steam covered head, revealing him to be none other than the Sinister Alliance’s own, Mr. Bigg.
Driver: (with a hint of a British accent) isn’t it a beautiful morning Master Bigg?
Bigg: It is indeed a wonderful day, Lionel
Lionel: And the water seems so cold this morning. Good thing you didn’t take a dip this morning.
Bigg: True, as cold as it is this morning. I can only imagine how cold it is in the water.
Lionel: Too cold for your usual routine of exercise, sir. More suitable for the likes of that Nightmare fellow.
Bigg: (laughing) Indeed, I’ll leave the cold depths of the lake to the living dead. Let’s get back to the hotel.
As the men drive through the historic roads of Chicago, they travel past the much visited Pier 51, down Michigan Ave, past the Sears Tower, to the Intercontential Chicago 4 Diamond Hotel.
Mr. Bigg exits the car and properly heads to the hotels gym, where he is met by others in the Sinister Alliance. Helena is in the pool taking laps, Storm is on a stationary bike with Drew beside him. Bigg approaches the 2 men.
Storm: Tell me you have my packages!
Bigg: (looking past Storm at Drew, smiling) Indeed I do. They are in a locker room at the arena, waiting on you.
Storm: Wonderful, it will indeed be a great ppv.
Fades to Black
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Post by R X K Ciaran Michaels on Jun 27, 2006 21:24:50 GMT -5
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