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| | From:  _§y©k_ (Original Message) | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:40 AM |
Welcome me back with open arms... bitches...
(Just a day later from his comeback match, Syck has decided to go Diddy and invite everyone in BUD to his afterparty. Now usually when he does these after parties, people tend to go alone, but end up with someone else like in the case of Dante Cross and Amethyst Jane back in the second Aftershock party. This 6th party however is about his return to BUD. The only way Syck can meet the new recruits of BUD is to test them out at his mansion and by doing so, they get to interact with the legends and the new school of BUD as well. This Aftershock also gives Syck an opportunity to invite Mat Collins who will hopefully bring along his date known as Rayne Underwood. Yes, the adopted daughter of Justin Underwood when he last seen her was only 5 years old. So many things can be done at this Aftershock and so many twists and turns and shocking secrets can come out. If you have never been to any of these parties, now would be the right time to go. Camera fades in on the red carpet where people are lined up to make their way inside the mansion. Once again Syck has invited almost everyone from BUD, no matter if they have Beef with him or hate him on a personal level. Nikki Black, Seifer, Taylor Lynn, Rebecca Rancid, even Sean Hunter and Akasha have arrived to his mansion and are drinking from the very best bartendor in the house tonight. Syck is seen in his own little space meeting and greeting people and filling them in on what has happened in the last four months that he was "pronounced" dead. He seems to be looking at everyone in the room until one girl catches his eye.) Syck: Excuse me. (He tells one of his guests. He grabs another drink from the waiter, and commences to make his way on over to a lovely young lady by the name of Akasha who seems to be standing alone as if she was waiting for a handsome prince to come and swoop her off her feet. Syck hands her the drink, she smiles, and takes a sip of his glass.) Syck: Im glad you could make it. (She smiles at him and he smiles back.) Akasha: I... I wasn't going to show up, but something changed my mind. Syck: Oh... everything ok in the vampire business? Akasha: Is anything ever ok in my world? Please... if something good was to happen I'd think I had a decent future ahead of me... but that doesn't happen... hell, I cant even find a decent guy. But currently someone has caught my eye yet its too soon to say or know where things will go... dont want to risk... but he's a very good eye candy. (She giggles.) Akasha: Even vampires check out others too. (Syck looks around the room.) Syck: There are other vampires here also? (Akasha nods her head up and down.) Akasha: Yes... ofcourse. (Syck turns to look at Akasha.) Syck: Alright queen vamp, am I gonna have to go all Angelus on these others? (Akasha smiles.) Akasha: It depends on if you got them on your side... or not. (Syck turns to look back around the room and cant notice the difference between the people that may be normal or those that are vampires. He turns to look back at Akasha ignoring the crowd and the warning that she had given him.) Syck: So, did you get my present? (She blushes and turns back to Syck.) Akasha: Yes, I got it... but why all these gifts? Syck: While I was gone for those four months, I kind of missed you. Besides, I saw you at my last party when I was alive and I wanted to come over and try to get to know you... but personal shit intervened and... well.. here I am. Look Kashi, what im trying to say is this... your hot and im Ubersexual. (He's drunk already? Akasha takes her hand and slides it down the side of the Icon Champion's smooth face. She leans in and whispers.) Akasha: I guess you weren't the only person who had thoughts and feelings. (She's drunk too? I guess we know where this is heading... Syck is getting some tonight! But the evening has just started, there are others at this party and this night is not over... not until Sean Hunter passes out from another night at an Underwood mansion in yet another twisting tale of Aftershock 6. Syck tries to lean in for the kiss but they stand there holding their drinks and whispering in each other's ears as the music grows louder.) .... tbc by everyone.... |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:45 AM |
| | | | Roleplay Title | Aftershock 6 | | People Used | Megahurtz, Seifer, Butler/Bartender | | People Mentioned | Frantic, Phantom, Owen "Creeper" Stevens, Joe Rude | | Record | 0-0-0 | | Acheivements | None Yet | | Contact Me | [email protected] (MSN Messenger) | | OOC | Yeah Yeah...It Kinda Sucks....But Oh Well....I Don't Care, So Why Should You? This Is My New....Old Character....(New To This Fed Only) And Yes, I Not Only Had Permission From Seifer To Use His Character, But He Also Helped Me Use Him CORRECTLY.....lol | | | | | | | ::. A short while after both Sean Hunter, and Taylor Lynn beat the holy hell out of Akmed in front of Syck’s Mansion, you see a black Lincoln Mark LT pull up around the bend near the front door. As the crowd starts to disperse from the immense beating, a man steps out from inside the truck. In the shadows, you can’t quite make out who it is. The man walks around the truck and over to a valet waiting for keys. The man hands the keys to the valet, and continues to walk up towards the door. Even as he walks into the light coming from the house, you still can’t see the mans face due to a long black trench coat hood pulled over his head. Standing at the top of a flight of stairs heading to the front door is an older gentleman dressed in a butler style tuxedo. The butler has a clipboard under his arm, as well as a pen in the other hand. The man walks up near the butler, though starts to walk around him, but the butler stops him,
Butler: Sir�?
::. The man turns towards him, stands there for a few moments, and then walks over so they’re standing face to face,
Butler: I’m going to have to ask who you are. Are you a part of Bytches Ultimate Domain?
Man: Yeah, I am.
Butler: Under which name are you?
Man: …look to see if there’s a “Joe Rude�?
Butler: Yes, there is a Joe Rude on the list, though it says he will not be able to make the party, due to a severe injury.
Man: Yeah…I’m taking his place.
Butler: Alright. But please do watch your step. A man by the name of Akmed seems to have…lost consciousness in the doorway.
Man: It smells like a rotting carcass
Butler: Yes, that would be him. Just watch your step.
::. The man continues to walk towards the large Victorian style double doors. He reaches to open the door, though it only opens a few inches, and is blocked by something. The man pulls the door shut, and then tries to open the door again. You can hear the party going on inside the mansion. The man again closes the door, though this time when he goes to open the door, he charges the door with a shoulder block type move, and forces the door open. On the other side of the door, drenched in his own blood is Akmed. He‘s still bleeding from his mouth, and head. The man looks down, and then, steps over Akmed. The man walks straight through the crowd of people all drinking, talking, and making asses of themselves…and heads straight to the bar. As soon as he reaches the bar, a bartender walks over and grabs a glass. The man motions over the cup not to pour anything. The bartender shrugs and turns to walk away. The man reaches across the bar and grabs the man by the shoulder pulling him back,
Man: Obviously you were hired here for just this party correct?
Bartender: Uh…yes sir.
Man: I know Syck is the host of the party, but who exactly is he?
Bartender: Excuse me? You’re from BUD aren’t you?
Man: Are you going to answer me or not?
Bartender: You see that man over there, in the middle of the crowd?
Man: You mean the drunken idiot making an ass out of himself claiming to be the best around?
Bartender: Yeah…well no�?that’s Sean Hunter. The man off to the right of him, in the corner is Syck, a.k.a. Justin Underwood.
Man: I see. Well, you’re going to have to excuse me. I have to go make acquaints with a few people.
Bartender: No matter how much entertainment it’s been, I don’t think you should go starting trouble with people here. With you being new around here, nobody is going to take you seriously. Especially if you’re trying to pick a fight with two of the best. You ought to leave it to the upper echelon if you ask me.
Man: Oh really? Well it’s reasons like that that nobody asks for your opinion.
::. The man starts to walk over towards where Justin Underwood and Sean Hunter are both staring each other door, but just before the man can get near them, a man bumps into him. The man steps back and looks at who he just ran into, and it’s Seifer! Seifer looks at the man irritated, as the man lowers his hood, and looks at Seifer with a cocky smirk. Seifer looks at the man for a moment, not quite realizing who it was at first, then it suddenly clicks,
Seifer: Holy shit�?if it isn’t Megahurtz! You’re looking to be in better shape than last time I saw you. Making a return huh?
Megahurtz: Well look at who it is. It’s the almighty Seifer. A lot has changed since we last met. Though yeah, I‘ve been waiting for my time to return. And since some of the…competition has dropped out, what better time you know. I see you’re at the peak of your career. Master of Domain champ no less. Congratulations!
Seifer: Yeah thanks.
Megahurtz: All I’ve heard lately is how great and wonderful Seifer is. And how he’s gods gift to the wrestling industry. Though I do have to say, I’m looking forward to that day, where Mega and Seifer stand toe to toe…or side by side you know. It would be one hell of a team…or a match.
Seifer: Yeah, I do have to say, I’m looking forward to that day, where the headline shows “Seifer vs. Megahurtz�?standing toe to toe again.
Megahurtz: Though have you seen anyone else from the old companies? The last company I was in with you, was of course SCXW�?and there was a group of you that all left at the same time, to come to BUD. People like Phantom, Owen Stevens, and Frantic.
Seifer: Yeah, they all disappeared at the same time from BUD too. So who knows with them. And who cares really�?/EM>
Megahurtz: But look, I got a few things to stir up, so I’ll catch up with you a bit later�?/EM>
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:45 AM |
| After leaving the conversation between himself and Seifer, Megahurtz runs into a woman whom he has never seen before. This woman, with long black hair and a mysterious look about her looks at him with curiosity. Could this be the man that she had heard so much about? The whole reason she had come to BUD was because of an invitation, an invitation by someone who was a thorn in people’s sides, the infamous Joe Rude. This man however didn’t seem to fit his description, perhaps this was his partner in crime so to speak, the one and only Megahurtz. Reyna: Excuse me. I didn’t see you there. He looks at her, as though intrigued. Reyna smiles nervously and bites her lip. Reyna: You wouldn’t be Megahurtz would you? Megahurtz: Yeah and you would be? Reyna stretches out her hand to shake. Reyna: Reyna, Reyna Wood. I’ve heard much about you. I’m an acquaintance of Joe’s. Megahurtz: I hope you weren't looking forward to seeing Joe anytime soon...he's...out of action for the time being.... Reyna: So I’ve heard. Mega reaches out to shake Reyna’s hand. Reyna: I look forward to seeing you around. I know what you’re capable of. I can’t wait. Megahurtz: I'm sure we'll cross paths again... Megahurtz then moves away, leaving Reyna intrigued. blah i gotta go to work so yeah. | | | | | |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:45 AM |
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So, you've become Franchise Champion, finally holding a title in a company where everyone thinks your a fucking joke. Good right? Then, you fuck up and take a rather big non-title loss to one of your most hated opponents. Kinda depressing, isn't it? So what do you do? Go to a party...not just any party. AFTERSHOCK!
***The party is booming. It seems that anyone who's anyone has come out to party with the certainly not dead King Asshole himself, Justin "Syck" Underwood. And of course, what would a party be without BUD's current Franchise? And so there he is, standing in the doorway, having walked over the now unconcious Akmed. Matlock has the Franchise Title around his waist, just to show off, ya know. He wears his "Matlock - The Legend Lives On..." muscle shirt, and Tommy Hillfiger denims that look like they don't cost that much. He adjusts the chain that's holding the gold cross around his neck, and then the ring on his right middle finger with "M" on it, before removing his sunglasses and looking around. Syck was with Akasha, but he took a quick glance over towards Matlock. The two would meet at Devil's Night, and Matlock was sure they'd run into each other later but now was not the time. He saw Ravyn Crow, an off/on friend and foe, sitting alone. He saw Sean Hunter sitting with Taylor Lynn...former enemies, now lovers it seemed. He heard Taylor's words not too long ago, but he shrugged them off. It was fine and dandy to sit in some location talking shit about someone who mentioned you were 'washed up". Are Taylor's balls big enough to speak to Matlock's face? Who knows..but for now, Matt felt like a drink. He did come here after all, to escape the humilation he felt for losing to Brian fucking Corven for the 3rd straight time. So he sat down at the bar, and ordered two bottles of Smirnoff Ice. Girls drink his ass...you get about five or six into you and your ready to go. He pops the top, and takes a drink. When he hears a voice from the past...a voice that made his blood run cold for just a moment.*** My my...been a while..my slave. ***Matlock sat there a moment, took another drink before turning around. Standing there, looking as lovely as ever, in a long black dress with a split near the legs, was Whisper.*** What...the....fuck...you...were.. Shot? Announced to the entire world that I was dead? ***She takes a seat next to Matt.*** My dear..just like Mace faked his death...so did I. Spawn was killed yes..but let's say I have my ways around things. Well uh...good to see you. "Goddamn I need another drink about now", he thought. ***Matt drank down the Smirnoff, and popped the 2nd bottle open as he saw Whisper pull out a piece of paper. Matt's eyes went wide.*** "Oh shit", he thought to himself. You know what this is, right Matt darling? The contract...for the match..right? Yep. The contract that stated as long as I deemed it necessary...you are my slave. One of the reasons I came back to BUD. ***She grinned evily.***
What do you have to say about that? ***Matt drank down the rest of the 2nd Smirnoff. He stood up, took the belt off his waist and laid it down on the counter, telling the barkeep if anyone touched it they would be sorry. He turned to Whisper.*** What do I have to say? Yes. ...would you like to dance, my dear? | |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:46 AM |
So lets try to work this out... the following takes place when Akasha takes Syck upstairs for some coffee...
(He opens the door to his master bedroom and with the touch of a button on his remote, he turns on his stereo equipment where you are able to hear "Fire" by Jimi Hendrix. Syck closes the door behind him as Akasha takes a seat on the edge of his bed. He takes off his tie and sets it on one of his drawers. He proceeds to take off his blue blazer suit, grabs a bottle of his finest champaigne, and pours some on her glass as well as his. He sits down right next to her, they tap their glasses together, and drink. Syck sets his glass on the drawer and stares at her with those... drunken blue eyes. They are both drunk and dont even realize they are in the bedroom about to do whatever it is he came up here for. He leans in for the kiss as does she, he proceeds to grab a hold of her shirt, and takes it off as she does the same to his shirt revealing those hard abs that he's been hiding for four months. He lays her down on the bed and proceeds to kiss her lips, cheeks, and neck while she does the same to his neck. He gets up, looks down at her, and turns to look at his drawer. He opens his drawer and finds a banana flavored condom that he plans on using. She grabs the condom from him and he looks down at her.) Syck: Ummm, do you want a different flavor? (She looks at the condom and reads the label.) Syck: Oh... you weren't thinking of... oh... im sorry... (He gets up from her, but she pulls him back in to her arms.) Akasha: Its ok... I dont mind. (He leans back in for the kiss as she throws the condom away. He lays on top of her kissing and nibbling on her breast through her bra. She caresses his back and with those long nails of hers starts scratching his back. She opens her mouth and reveals her long white fangs which she is planning on using as soon as she gets to his neck... She kisses down and as she gets to the soft spot a crash is heard from downstairs. This makes Syck jump up from the bed wondering what the hell is being broken downstairs.) Syck: I hope it was nothing valuable... come with me. Akasha: But im not dressed! Syck: Ummm... get dressed and hurry up. (He puts on a wife beater and runs down checking out the crime scene so to speak as to what has just happened. He turns to the left and notices Taylor Lynn and Sean Hunter laughing it off while some guy named Megahurtz is conversating with Seifer. He turns to look at the dance floor and notices Matt Matlock dancing with... my goodness, Whisper?) Syck: Oh my... Im gonna puke. (He turns around and shivers at the sight of Matlock or even the thought of Whisper actually giving Matlock the time of day or night for that matter to be dancing with her. He turns to look at the door and notices that a man is standing by his entrance and Akmed is layed out. As he walks over, Akasha finally makes her way down trying to put her heels back on as well as to fix her hair. As he continues to walk towards the door, Ruthless Villain stops him in mid-walk and...) Ruthless Villain: Dude, this is a great party man! Syck: Hey... Ari. Ruthless Villain: Its good to know that your actually back in BUD and not actually dead man! Syck: Ari... who the fuck is that? (Ruthless Villain turns around and laughs.) Ruthless Villain: Akmed, he got his ass kicked by Hunter and Taylor Lynn! Oh shit bro, you should have seen it... in fact, where the hell were you man? I been trying to look all over the place so I can talk to you about being your manager and all... you know, work with the Underwoods and stuff. (Akasha stands right behind him and puts her hands all over his chest. Syck looks down at her hands on his chest, he turns to the side, and she kisses him revealing herself to Ruthless Villain who is just now putting two and two together.) Ruthless Villain: Ohhh... Ummm... ok... I can see your busy. Syck: Look! Who the fuck is the guy standing by my door! Akasha: I thought that was your butler. Syck: I dont have a butler... wait a minute... He's been letting people in this whole time? Ruthless Villain: Well... we thought he was your butler, and he even has a list of people that are allowed to enter. Syck: Where the hell... (Just as Syck is about to walk over to the butler to kick his ass out of his mansion, Sean Hunter takes the stage with two mics in his hands. He walks up to the podium and calls Syck out.) Sean Hunter: Justin, we aren't finished!!! What do you say to my challenge... a battle rap! (Syck turns to Sean Hunter's direction, gives him a scowl look, and clenches his fist.) Syck: That motherfucker. (He turns to look at Akasha who is waiting on him to take her upstairs again and break her back. Syck takes a deep breath, turns to Akasha, and lets her know what is about to happen. He turns around and makes his way up to the stage, Sean Hunter hands him the mic, and wonders what the hell is he even doing.) Syck: Dude, your drunk... what the fuck do you want now? Sean Hunter: Dont play dumb with me... I challenged you to a battle rap earlier. And this is going down in BUD history as the first ever BUD freestyle rap war! (Syck puts his head down in shame and embarrassment hoping that this wont even happen at all. But if it even has to come down to this... then by all means...) Syck: Fuck it... open mic. Sean Hunter: What you mean open mic foo! Syck: What I mean is open mic! Everybody out here has remade a song before and please tell me that you thought of the consequences regarding the fact that if you start this rap battle, everyone in here will want to join in. So instead of having it be a big surprise and all... here everybody... open fucken mic! And Sean... you better pick your words wisely. Dont forget, I beaten you before and this rap battle isn't all that different from an ass kicking. So im asking you right now bro... whacha wanna do? 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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:46 AM |
| | | | Roleplay Title | Aftershock 6 | | People Used | Megahurtz | | People Mentioned | N/A | | Record | 0-0-0 | | Acheivements | None Yet | | Contact Me | [email protected] (MSN Messenger) | | OOC | Very Short...Yes I Know...But I Don't Care....So Deal With It | | | | | | | ::. Whisper stands there looking at Matt Matlock with a disgusted look on her face, as he starts to inch forward. Matt tries to grab Whispers hand. Whisper pulls away, and Matt tries to grab again. The man was obviously drunk, he couldn’t catch a hint if it slapped him square in the face. As Matlock is reaching again, you can see Megahurtz standing directly behind him. Whisper looks up at Mega, and smirks, Matlock: See you are going ta have a little fun eh�? ::. Megahurtz reaches his large hand and grabs Matlock by the shoulder turning him around, Megahurtz: Get lost kid�?/P> ::. Mega pushes Matlock away, as he steps up close to Whisper, Megahurtz: Care to dance with a real man? ::. Megahurtz extends one hand waiting for Whisper to respond�? TBC???? | | | | | | |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:46 AM |
| | | ...:::Whisper..Diva of Destruction:::... | | | | 
| RP Title : Aftershock 6...
Next Victim : .....
O.O.C. : This is just going to be fun | | Whisper smirks.. And reaches for Megahurtz's hand.. Matlock : Hey... Whisper : Look slaveboy.. I don't want to dance with you.. Get a hint.. NO.. I DO NOT WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU.. Whisper pushes Matlock away from her and steps closer to Megahurtz.. She noticed people staring at her and she turns her attention to Megahurtz
Whisper : Looks like those guys are going to battle rap first.. When they are done and the music returns.. I would love to dance with you.. Whisper smiles towards him and stands close to him as they watch the stage.. Megahurtz in the meanwhile kept a close eye on Matlock.. Who doesn't like Whisper standing that close to him.. TBC :..... | |  | ...:::This lay-out and the banner on it have been made by me for my own use as Whisper.. Please do not steal it.. Just ask for your own at SDI.. Whisper @ SDI-2005/2006:::... | | | | | |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:47 AM |
So the party just seems to be kicking off while Corven and Matlock seem to be just one of the focuses of the evenings disruption. A Few old faces seem to be leurking around. When suddenly a loud roar of an engine is heard outside. Many of the Superstars inside are too intoxicated to hear the roar, let alone acknowledge it, however Syck instantly raised his head with open ears as if he has heard that sound before.
Syck, then lifts himself off the lounge chair and withers his way through a few of the ladies in the room as he walks rather quickly towards the main room's large oak double doors. Sycks bursts through the doors and heads to the upstairs viewing roomand straight to the window. Syck, brushing aside the draped read curtains and peers through the window to notice a very familiar black four wheeled drive with the word 'NaTo' spray-painted on the side, however in a new style of chains and barbed wire around and entwined through the name.
'Oh my FUCKING God!' Syck gasps loudly as he then runs back downstairs and barrages to the front door. By the time Syck gets there, he's not only gasping for breath, but the front door suddenly burst open and there stands the ever infamous Nathan 'NaTo' Graves.
NaTo, with partner Mandy Manson under his arm, his head raised high proudly, removes his arm from around Mandy, and raises both in the air and shouts 'I'M BACK!' as many turn their heads throughout the room. NaTo and Mandy both start walking into the room as Mandy glares angrilly at Matlock. NaTo makes direct eye contact with Syck as the two momentarily look in shock, before embracing each other in a warm return.
'WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN MOTHERFUCKER?!' Syck asks rather synically. "Attending to 'unfinished business' Nate replies with a soft tone and a shallow wink with his left eye.
'Did you bring the keg?' Syck curiously asks. "Did I bring the keg?" Nate responds with a soft laugh. "BOYS!!?!" Nate yells as Mandy turns and runs back to the front door and sgnals for something to be brought inside with with both arms.
Shortly after the signal Mandy starts slowly backing up as four men start wheeling a 50 gallon drum each.
NaTo starts laughing hysterically, 'This year I brought FOUR!' Nate informs Syck.
'Now, before we crack into these..... got a beer for an old friend?' Graves asks towards syck...
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:49 AM |
Fuck.. do I have to start this? Time for that rap battle
(Syck stands there waiting for Sean Hunter to start it off, but as soon as he hears the beat, he rips the mic from Sean and decides to go first.) Syck: Here we go... Hey yo Sean, hey yo Sean, hey yo Sean, hey yo Sean. (Sean Hunter looks back at Syck wondering why he keeps repeating himself.) Syck: Check it right... Someone done lied to you bro they told you a fib, someone told you that your chances of out rap battling me was gonna be kind of fun. But your chances of beating me tonight is the same as Matt Matlock's chances of sleeping with Taylor Lynn... None. (He turns to look at Matt Matlock who is trying to hit on Whisper again.) Syck: Or any other girl for that matter... What? You need to wax your ear, you done fucked up when you decided to come up to me and fight me right up here... Like LL Cool J, not only will I knock you out, but by the end of the night, ill have one arm over Akasha and my middle finger up Taylor Lynn's rear. (He turns to Taylor Lynn and winks at her.) Syck: I heard about you girl. (He goes back to look at Sean Hunter and smirks.) Syck: Pfft... get the fuck out of here, dude, your drunk again and your fucking with the wrong guy tonight. Its alright though, you asking for this challenge is like Akmed stuck in the middle of a food fight. Sean, your mind aint right, go home and get this girl to suck you off in the middle of the night. (The beat stops, Syck hands Sean Hunter the mic, and stands there doing his B-Boy stance as people are all around yelling for Syck for what he has just said.) |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:51 AM |
I just double blinked at Syck and his little rap. I mean it was nice and all, but I wasn't going down without a fight. Not by a long shot.
"Alright people hold up hold up.."
The crowd begins to settle down, and the beat begins to pick up again.
"I see you gettin' your nose in my sex life. Don't be hatin' on a nigga cuz you ain't gettin' none. You want a way out..."
I then pulled a knife out..
"...do us all a favor, here's a knife."
I smiled at him with a snare grin.
"Son, you never shoulda come back shoulda kept yourself up Dub Trash's cunt. Why you contemplate on that I'll take a hit from Vortex's blunt. Look your pitiful ass you playin' with the big boys when you ain' nothing, but a runt. Don't be fucking with the man...I'm the mothafuckin' hunt!"
Looks over at Kashy.
"I love ya girl, but you ain't got a thing on Taylor Lynn. You're just another bitch from the trash bin."
I soon looked back over to Syck.
"You shouldn't neva come back. You shoulda stayed dead like the career of Justin Black. While you tryin' to figure out how to make the people hate you more...I'm with Taylor Lynn in the sack."
I then pushed Syck.
"See that shit?? This bitch is going to throw a fit. My rhymes might not be legit, but Syck doesn't know when to quit. Take your ass back over to Kashy and suck on her tit. When I'm done with you I'll chew you up and spit you out. I'll send you right back where Seifer left Nova last year...in tha pit!"
Grinning at him I continued.
"Don't you be tryin' to go one on one with the chosen one. You're going to be one and done. I ain't no rapper, never said I was. But, one thing is for sure son...just like Dark child..YOU'RE DONE!"
I then shrugged.
"Yeah, this rap sucks, I'm sure of it. But, you know me...I never quit."
The beat then soon stopped.
"Fuck the beat stopped. Ah, who gives a fuck I'm going to continue ripping your ass. I hear'em all sayin' it..'kick his ass sea bass!' Fuck the cliches son. I'm done with you..I'm taking Taylor back to corner to get me some fun. You'll go down faster than the dow. Mothafucka, I'm the king now!"
Throwing the mic back at him, I then walked off the stage not saying another word with a grin on my face. |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:51 AM |
| | | | ...:::The mysterious Diva.. Shayde:::... | | 
| RP Title : Aftershock 6
Next Victim : TBD
O.O.C : Please remember that this is all off camera and no one should or can comment on what is done or said. | | -No Cameras- Shayde lingers outside by herself, just walking around on the grounds, along the broken rubble of stone that lays about. She walks around the building admiring what once was one of the many homes she shared with Syck when they were married. She finds a spot far from the house where the sound of the waves below hitting the rocks made her feel at ease and relaxed. The music from the house is faint but it can still be heard. She looks out to sea, smiling and just feeling great to be alive. She takes in a deep breath and her mind goes to thinking of her relationship with Syck, so many memories. Their union was doomed from the start but he was always someone she could count on, that never changed, even after the divorce. She pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs them. She remembers little things that Syck use to do for her. The things that he would go out of his way to do for her....Her, she thinks to herself, "Who am I?" Who is she nowadays? As she hides from the world behind her mask. She looks down to see the tips of her hair. Black. Pitch black. She had dyed her fiery red lockes to the deepest black and her brown hazel eyes had gone blue and the slight reconstruction surgery that they did to her face after her fall, changed her facial features just enough that if she constantly wore glasses, kept to herself and kept from looking people in the eye, not to mention that she always wore her mask a'la Rey Mysterio, she wouldn't be found out...not even by Syck. She chuckles to herself wondering if he even paid enough attention to her to even recognize her anyway. They really did love each other but things between them were strained and would never be the same after her abduction and definitely after realizing that she had feelings for someone else. She sighs and steps down from the block, heading back to the house. Walking around to the back of the estate, feeling alone, she hugs herself, rubbing her ams. All of a sudden, her cellphone vibrates. With the earpiece already in her ear, it automatically answers. She waits for a few minutes when she hears, "Shayde? Where the hell are you?" She looks around and dips off behind a tree along one of the many trails Syck has throughout his estate. "Shawn, relax. I came to the party. I just wanted to check things out." "You know that it's too danger to be out there like this. If someone recognizes you? What then?" She giggles sofly, "Please, there is no one here that'll recognize me." She mumbles, "They're all too drunk, plus I'm not going in, I'm just admiring from afar, so to speak." It's quiet for a few moments. She checks her cell to make sure that it didn't drop the call and it didn't. "Shawn? Are you there?" She hears him sigh. "Did you go to see if He would show up?" All of a sudden the music from inside becomes louder, laughing and cheer are heard then it's followed by a slam, she turns to look at the house. A couple walks out of the house, laughing and talking to each other. She tries to listen but can't hear anything. "Shayde? What's going on?" She whispers while watching the couple, "Someone came out of the house. They are all over each other like horndogs. They're going to the pool and jacuzzi area. I can't tell who it is...which is probably a good thing." He tsks. "I'm sending someone for you." "No...I have my bike. I'm leaving anyway." She hears him snicker, "He's not there, huh?" "He's here. Haven't seen him and contrary to what you believe, he's not why I came." "Yeah riiiight." She laughs, "Gotta go...see you soon, bye." She presses a button on her phone and the call is released. She heads to the front of the manor, her curiosity brewing as to who the couple was but she just smiles and continues on her way to where her bike is parked. Carefully she makes sure that there is no one around, she walks over to the bike, throws her left leg over it to straddle it, pulling her helmet over her head. She reaches down to adjust her jeans. "Leaving so soon?" Startled, she looks up to see Ruckus standing there wearing a black suit jacket, a white collared dress shirt, blue jeans and black boots; his hands are tucked into his pants pockets, smiling that brooding smile. She continues to stare at him from his head down to his toes. "Oh yeah, I forgot you don't talk do you." She shakes her head, even snickers, and realizes that if she were to speak through the helmet, he wouldn't recognize her voice. "I don't like talking to strangers." She says, her voice muffled and slightly altered. He looks up and away from her. She leans back on her bike, waiting for him to say something. "I caught your match on BUD Rewind and I must say, I was a bit impressed with your moves." "Thank you." "I actually thought you were new to the scene, I didn't recognize your name, never heard of a Shayde, did you go by another name?" "Sorta, and I also toured mostly in Japan. Small time feds." "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know Dark Falcon?" She shrugs, "We have mutual friends." "Interesting." "Is there a reason to this interrogation, Mr. Frehley?" He takes a step down and sits on the steps, resting his elbows on his knees. "I feel funny talking to you with your helmet on, why don't you remove it and stay awhile." She looks down at her keys, and then turns her head slightly toward him, "Sorry, I have a personal engagement to get to." She extends her gloved hand, "Shayde." He reaches to shake her hand, "Hank, oh but you knew that already." "Yes I did." He points back at the party, "Why don't you stick around, keep me company?" She sighs, "I'm sure you can find some cheap blonde to 'keep you company', plus, even if I wanted to stay, I couldn't...I hate crowds." "Why would you think I'm interested in a cheap blonde?" She turns the engine on and says loudly, "For some reason, I don't see you with a brunette or a redhead for matter." She then speed off down the entrance of the house on her bike, leaving Ruckus standing there alone watching her as she disappears down the road into the darkness. | | | | Everything on here has been made by me for Shayde and that means no touchies.. Instead just ask and you shall receive.. Whisper @ SDI2005 | | | | | |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:52 AM |
Imma take this one to the streets...
(Syck holds the mic and watches as Sean Hunter leaves with Taylor Lynn away from the stage, he turns to look at the crowd who are wanting him to rip on Sean Hunter right at this moment. He looks at the mic, turns it on, and stops Sean Hunter and Taylor Lynn from even leaving the mansion.) Syck: Your heading out with your woman already dude? Come on, the battle barely even started. Tell you what, ill let you use my guest room just so you can hit that in a little while. (He reaches into his pocket, takes out his keys, and launches them over at Sean Hunter who has a smile on his face.) Syck: Oh... by the way, when your hittin that... let us all know if you find Chris Styles. (He lowers the mic and waits for the crowd to stop yelling and screaming.) Syck: Yea, bring your ass up here... and bring your little hoe... Better yet, this one is for her. Dont think I forgot what you owe me Tay and wipe that stupid look off of your face, last time you was here, you stole my stripper pole. (Taylor Lynn is surprised by that statement, walks behind Sean Hunter, and they get back to the stage.) Syck: Seabass? Who the fuck gave you that gay hip hop name? Yo, slap the motherfucker in the face, the shit is lame... how lame you say? So lame, your name is starting to remind me of Ryan Seacrest. (Syck lowers the mic and continues to stare at Sean Hunter who is trying to keep it serious and not laugh.) Syck: Shhhhhhhh... now listen! Son, you got it all mixed, im the big bad ass legend in this bitch... Yea, true, your just the mothafuckin Hunt to everybody else... to me, your still going to be that annoying little itch. But dont trip Hunt, I cant front... when it comes to tag teaming, your a lot of help. My fucken god, people, im standing here rap battling against the guy who held the Beyond belt! (Syck lowers the mic again as the crowd is once again screaming and yelling.) Syck: Yo! Everybody, wave your hands in the air from side to side like the last moments of 8-Mile. This is all in fun Seabass, you should know that, its only a game... But I wasn't faking it when I said we were all waiting for Chris Styles. (He turns to look at Taylor Lynn and scratches his crotch as he blows a kiss right at her. Syck hands Sean Hunter the mic and delivers the peace sign as he goes to his corner to wait with Akasha who is showering him with a passionate kiss. Sean Hunter scratches his head, smiles, and waits for the noise to die down.) |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:53 AM |
Wow. I mean that's all I could say. He had to stoop down to that level, and which we all knew it was lies. I mean the only one who touched Taylor like that was one man. Oh, who was that?? Oh, yeah. Moi. But, it's cool. I'll make him look like a fool. The crowd had eventually settled down, and looking down at the mic I thought for a moment. And, then I waited for the beat to hit again. As it did I began bop my head back and forth slightly I looked up.
"Oh look at this cracka. He decided to come out and mentions Chris Styles. This mothafucka is lamer than X-files. What's wrong Syck?? Upset I'm BUD's mack dadday??"
He raised an eyebrow at me, and I smiled at him. "I don't blame you. I mean mothafucka you don't have a clue! Don't you know your shit yet? You right to everyone I'm tha mothafuckin' Hunt. Just remember one thing..I'm tha King. Sorry, son...your time has passed. You can't hang with this..." I then grabbed a diamond necklace around my neck taunting it almost, "...bling bling!"
Putting it back under my shirt I kept the mic near my lips, "Excuse me if I don't give a fuck. I mean where are you at?? Oh, yeah stuck fitting Matlock. Mothafucka take that skank in tha back and have her suck on your cock."
I threw the keys to the room back at him, "Mothafucka I don't need your shit. You see this girl over here?? Those curves never quit! I'm sorry if I don't find your accusations to be legit, queer."
Walking towards him he became slightly defensive, "Remember one thing mothafucka I run this place now. The Zargh ain't shit anymore. Get on your knees to Tha Hunt..mothafucka, bow! My rhymes aren't ever legit, but you know me I never quit. You need to refresh your material, or get some wit. Ah, fuck that...just quit. Mothafucka you're going to get the whole damn cake..not just a bit! You damn right I'm a good partner. I mean I'm carrying The Underwoods, dur."
He apparently didn't like that too much, and began to snarle, "You know what mothafucka. I'm going to take my girl down to a legit hotel. I mean look at her...SHE FINE! Hey, you got a Do Not disturb sign? Ah, fuck it. When she's screamin' 'The Hunt' they get the clue. Because, son we all know one thing that's getting fat...her foofoo!"
He mouthed the word foofoo in confusion, and I in a cocky manner winked at him, "Don't worry son it'll make sense to yoon enough. I know what you're thinking...me being champion just ain't being enough. Fuck all that fluff. Sit your ass down son, 'cause no need to retaliate. It don't mean shit to me..check mate. I know this rap sucks. Oh, you like it?? Aww, shucks. Look at you, you just like the rest of the drone. Excse me while I go take a seat on my throne!"
Dropping the mic I had nothing else to say. Walking away with Taylor I stood in the corner, and I had my arms folded waiting his pudgy ass. Because, I knew him as well as he knew me. And, that was too damn well. So, what's he got to say?? Probably nothing intelligent.. |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:56 AM |
Did he just say foofoo?
(Syck stands there with the mic in his hand, he turns to look at the DJ who is switching records and instead of waiting for him, he decides to go acapella on this motherfucker. He turns back to look at Sean Hunter and nods his head in disagreement.) Syck: Dawg, are you insane? Or are you just lame? Lets go ask Rayne, put us in another match so I can knock you out and yank the shit out of that chain. Bling bling? Nigga, ask your source, when I step into the ring, I got no remorse. I bring the mothafucken heat, pfft Taylor Lynn done told Akasha that she loved this other white meat. (Syck lowers the mic as the crowd erupts with cheers while the rest of the BUD wrestlers are opening their mouths saying "OH MY GOD. Syck raises the mic back to his lips and with a complete smile on his face he walks over to Sean Hunter and puts his arm around his shoulder.) Syck: See that DJ over there, he scratches and remixes. Your ass is as outdated as your disses. Why dont you go back to playing with Harry Flog and Martie, we all know you loved being in the middle... Yea, we all heard about you taking up the ass while loving it and eating nothing but skittles. (He lowers the mic as he delivers his trademarked assholish smile on his face. Sean Hunter lowers his head and licks his lips trying to figure out what to say next.) Syck: Come on Hunt, you cant front... At the very moment, you may be the king... but we all know who really owns you in the middle of the ring. That's right nigga, I got you to react. Bitch, you need to get the steppin, just like Eminem... my words are weapons. Have you get mellodramatic, your gonna start using crack. Boy, I dont give a fuck about anything you say... Take your mellodramatic ass back home in your mom's basement and go back to playing GTA. (Syck cups his hand over his ear and wonders what Hunter said.) Syck: What's that Hunt? I have trouble hearing you tonight... Tell you what, why dont you bring your sappy ass over here on this mic... but this time, do it right! (He lowers the mic and puts it between his legs as the crowd explodes with laughter enjoying what Syck just did. Syck laughs as he tosses the mic on over to Sean Hunter who is getting ready to bop his head from side to side hoping to get a good beat while the DJ starts it off once again.) |
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| | | From: _§y©k_ | Sent: 5/3/2008 4:57 AM |
started: 10/15/05 ended: 11/07/05 We had fun with this one... first time battles were introduced in BUD. There are more... lol |
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