The PowerHouse

[wazup]

-A new wrestler named PowerHouse was waling round backstage. He was a tough looking guy with giamantic muscles. He went up to miss howard and said

"I'm new and looking for a manager! Do you mind if I try out different people tonight".

"Well if you want a manger you want the best. and of course everbody nws i am the best"

"Miss. Howard you never mange anyone what do you want?"

Miss. Howard says, "I know I don't normally , don't you see we want to make you an offer you can't decline. I want you to win a match against Batman , if you beat him you will get an invitation to join me and daddy"

Power Trip reply's, "I think I like that idea."

Miss howard walks away

"My first day here and this happens. now what! "

All of a sudden the lights dimmed!

[sunday]

Wow it's always fun to look back. Hey everyone. How ya doing? I thought I'd stop back at my first efed. I had no idea how to rp. Yet Damion spent his time showing me how. If not for him, I wouldn't be efeding today. So thanks Damo. And just so you see how your result turned out... take a look at how I'm rping now:


--Note: Sunday has had cancer for about 3 months now. His step-dad knows about it, but his mom and brother don't.--

Sunday reaches into his black leather coat pocket and pulls out a golden key. He places it inside the lock and turns it, unlocking the door. The door is pushed open. The first thing we see is a small bull dog who’s tounge is sticking out of his mouth. Sunday reaches down and brushes the dog’s head with his hand. Sunday walks into the house and hangs his coat up on the wall. After doing so, he hears someone’s voice. Sunday walks around the side of the wall and into the living room where we see a 13 year old boy standing in front of the room. Sunday’s parents are sitting on the couch, watching the boy rap. Not letting the family know he’s there, Sunday stands on the side of the wall.

Boy: “So I show my stuff, and drop it to the ground. You don’t know my name, cause I’m the only game. I’ll play ya, like you played me. Beat ya with a stick and run ya up the tree. You don’t know me. Beat it punk, go get drunk as a skunk. I’m not a runt, just a little short is all. It’s not that I’m not cool, just not tall.

The parents sitting on the red couch begin to move their arms in the air, dancing.

Boy: I’m better than you. It’s all I’ve got to say. My brother’s name is Sunday. And if you don’t like that you stupid little muppet. Then I just got two words for ya….. SUCK IT!

The boy hits his crotch with both arms, as the parents jump up in approval. The woman claps her hands and the man shakes the young boys hand. Sunday just shakes his head in disbelief. To greet the family, Sunday claps his hands in approval.

Sunday: Not bad little brother.

Sunday’s brother holds his hand out and tries to gangster handshake it. Sunday doesn’t really follow it, and ends up grabbing his brother’s head and pulling it into his stomach.

Boy: Hey!

The boy’s head is now under Sunday’s arm in a headlock manuever.

Sunday: That’s for putting my name in the song.

Woman: Honey, let go of your brother.

Man: You’ll ruin those vocal cords. Let go you human steriod.

Sunday immediately lets go when hearing his step-father say this. The young boy rubs his small bald head while Sunday approaches his step-dad.

Sunday: Is there something you wanted to say?

Man: Maybe if your head wasn’t blocked up with drugs, you would have heard me.

Sunday’s mom steps in the middle of the two men and pushes them apart.

Mom: Would you knock it off you two. Come on, lets go eat.

Sunday stares straight into his step-father’s eyes before realizing that he isn’t worth it. Sunday’s mom leads him into the kitchen and to the kitchen table. Sunday takes a seat on one side, and his step-dad takes a seat on the other. Sunday’s younger brother goes back to rapping.

Mom: Johnny, come get some dinner!

Johnny: Not now mom, I’m working on my rythmes.

Sunday: I can see the kid’s heads still up in the clouds.

Step-Dad: Yeah well at least he is actually working towards a real dream.

Sunday: And what… wrestling isn’t mine?

Step-Dad: Pass the ham ma.

Sunday’s step-dad grabs the ham from Sunday’s mom and dishes it onto his plate.

Mom: Sunday, take some food. Aren’t you hungry?

Sunday: No, I grabbed something to eat on the way here.

Mom: Oh, ok. So a whole day off. What did you do today?

Sunday’s step-dad looks up into Sunday’s eyes. Sunday glares back into them, as if they both are trying to hide something. He then quietly answers her.

Sunday: Stuff.

Step-Dad: What kind of stuff?

Sunday: I really think it’s none of your business.

Step-Dad: So Sunday, wrestling can sure take a toll on you huh?

Sunday ignores the comment and continues sitting there.

Step-Dad: Any broken bones lately? Or maybe a sprained ankle? Or what about ca…

Sunday: … lf bruise… Yes I’ve had many calf bruises.

Mom: Are you ok? I can get you some ice.

Sunday: No, I’m fine. And actually…

He looks down at his watch.

Sunday: I should really be going. Training and shit to do.

Mom: Please Sunday, not at the table.

Sunday: Sorry… I’ve got stuff to do.

Sunday stands up from the table and rushes back into the living room. He holds his hand out for his little brother to slap and continues on towards the door. His mom rushes out behind him, followed by his step-dad.

Mom: Are you sure you don’t want to take some dinner?

Sunday: Nope. Don’t worry, I’m fine.

Sunday wraps his coat around him and leans towards his mother. He then kisses her on the cheek and opens the door. His mom and step-dad lean on the door frame as Sunday walks out onto the front steps.

Sunday: I’ll see you later.

Mom: I love you.

Dad: Good seeing you Sunday.

Sunday: Yeah…

Dad: And good luck with that Ca…

Sunday: … Calf Bruises… yeah I’ll get some ice packs.

Mom: Do you need some money for them?

His mom begins to rapidly dig through her pockets looking for loose change. Sunday hops down the steps and begins to walk away while shouting back to her.

Sunday: No mom. I’m fine. Thanks.

Sunday dissapears down the sidewalk, leaving both his mom and step-dad standing in the doorway. The step-dad wraps his arm around her and brings her close to him.

Dad: I can understand why the kid’s a loner. Just let him go hun. It’s the way he wants it to be.

Mom: I know… but I hate it.

The scene fades to black as the couple walks back inside the house and shuts the door.