Post by Lex Largon on Mar 7, 2010 18:11:07 GMT -5
(OOC:Cranked out a Character Development rp, just for the sake to build on Lex as wel......a character. No need to worry about putting it in a show or anything like that. Feed back and comments are welcome as always. Go easy on me tho this was done in like 25 - 34 minutes)
Before his match on Monday Lex kicks back on a small steel chair. He sits illuminated by a single light bulb that hangs above his head, reminiscent of his first gorilla style promos. Lex props his feet up on an old oak bench and coughs lightly. He shoots his look up to the light and shakes his head. The sound of a door opening is heard. The light from the bright hallway cascades over Lex, he lifts his arm up to shield his eyes but quickly he drops his arm back down to his lap from the searing pain that runs through his right arm. The sound of Chris Weston's voice echos with a two pairs of foot steps following.
Chris: God damn, you are one depressing bastard aren't you?
Lex keeps his glance straight forward, not even raising an eyebrow to the comment.
Chris: Again with the cold shoulder. Lex you have to realize man, we are to old to be acting like we are thirteen years old. Thats far behind us.
Lex: What do you care if i act like a child?
Brandy flicks on the full set of lights and Lex snaps his eyes closed from the burning sensation. A sly grin folds over Chris's lips
Chris: Because, you're my client. I need you to look good you know, promote a good image. I mean there isn't much of a good image of you in the first place. But the last thing we want is a manic depressive being the face of the brand.
Lex rubs his eyes roughly and musters a yawn
Lex: Well, i tell you what Chris. You let me be me and I'll let you be you with out driving you through a window pane, hows that sound?
Chris raises an eyebrow and smirks
Chris: Threats Lex really?, we both know you are in know place to make calls like that. I own you, and what i say goes. Remember that, you go against what i say and your life as you know it is as good as done.
Chris shoots his look to Lex's arm and squints
Chris: Brandy, make sure you check that out. Clean any glass that you find out. Make sure he is in winning condition for tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget. Study some of Mr. Largons tape tonight, you have a lot you can learn from this guy.
Chris shoots a wink to his daughter and slaps Lex on his bandaged arm which causes Lex to seethe in pain. As Chris turns the corner out of view Lex flips the bird to the door and scowls. Brandy slowly makes her way to Lex and sits across from him. She gives him a forced smile he gives her a half assed smirk back.
Brandy: Can i see your arm?
Lex rolls his eyes and rests his right arm in Brandy's hands.
Brandy: This may hurt a bit,
Lex: Nothing i can't handle. Before you start probing my arm with tweezers you mind handing me a beer.
Brandy looks around aimlessly for a few seconds and shrugs, Lex chuckles lightly and points under the bench. Brandy's face reddens and she slides a beer out and hands it to Lex.
Lex: Thanks sister,
Brandy then starts to unravel the bandage around Lex's arm. He squints one eye from the pain and quickly dumps back a large swig of Molsen Canadian.
Brandy: You seem so different,
Lex cocks an eyebrow
Lex: What do you mean?
Brandy: Well when you cut a promo you're all intense, you kinda remind me of Stone Cold Steve Austin or The Rock. Very charismatic. But at the same time you can be really confusing so you add your own touch.
Lex: Nah sweetie, the machismo isn't something you turn on. It's something you live with. I like to put it this way, i can be two people. I can be an over the top, larger then life wild man or i can be a slightly less over the top ass hole. It's just the way things go.
Brandy cracks a smile and laughs at Lex. In return Lex shakes his head.
Lex: What i said something funny?
Brandy shakes her head and covers her mouth.
Brandy: No, it's just that its weird talking to you in full detail like this. I've seen you on t.v. so many times and watched tons of your tapes. Just never heard the straight shooting in person.
Lex smirks
Lex: It gives yah goose bumps don't it?
Brandy breaks an even bigger smile.
Brandy: You could say that........well...., Mr. Largon your arm is fine. Just looks a little like you have some deep tissue bruises around the slightly open cuts.
Lex: Call me Lex, no need for that Mr. Largon b.s.
Brandy: Gotcha,
Brandy gets up and leaves the locker room quickly, Lex props his feet back up and shakes his head as he downs the rest of his beer. The scene fades to black soon after, Lex's situation is very dire. One minute he has the whole world in front of him and the next he has nothing but an empty bottle of alcohol.
Before his match on Monday Lex kicks back on a small steel chair. He sits illuminated by a single light bulb that hangs above his head, reminiscent of his first gorilla style promos. Lex props his feet up on an old oak bench and coughs lightly. He shoots his look up to the light and shakes his head. The sound of a door opening is heard. The light from the bright hallway cascades over Lex, he lifts his arm up to shield his eyes but quickly he drops his arm back down to his lap from the searing pain that runs through his right arm. The sound of Chris Weston's voice echos with a two pairs of foot steps following.
Chris: God damn, you are one depressing bastard aren't you?
Lex keeps his glance straight forward, not even raising an eyebrow to the comment.
Chris: Again with the cold shoulder. Lex you have to realize man, we are to old to be acting like we are thirteen years old. Thats far behind us.
Lex: What do you care if i act like a child?
Brandy flicks on the full set of lights and Lex snaps his eyes closed from the burning sensation. A sly grin folds over Chris's lips
Chris: Because, you're my client. I need you to look good you know, promote a good image. I mean there isn't much of a good image of you in the first place. But the last thing we want is a manic depressive being the face of the brand.
Lex rubs his eyes roughly and musters a yawn
Lex: Well, i tell you what Chris. You let me be me and I'll let you be you with out driving you through a window pane, hows that sound?
Chris raises an eyebrow and smirks
Chris: Threats Lex really?, we both know you are in know place to make calls like that. I own you, and what i say goes. Remember that, you go against what i say and your life as you know it is as good as done.
Chris shoots his look to Lex's arm and squints
Chris: Brandy, make sure you check that out. Clean any glass that you find out. Make sure he is in winning condition for tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget. Study some of Mr. Largons tape tonight, you have a lot you can learn from this guy.
Chris shoots a wink to his daughter and slaps Lex on his bandaged arm which causes Lex to seethe in pain. As Chris turns the corner out of view Lex flips the bird to the door and scowls. Brandy slowly makes her way to Lex and sits across from him. She gives him a forced smile he gives her a half assed smirk back.
Brandy: Can i see your arm?
Lex rolls his eyes and rests his right arm in Brandy's hands.
Brandy: This may hurt a bit,
Lex: Nothing i can't handle. Before you start probing my arm with tweezers you mind handing me a beer.
Brandy looks around aimlessly for a few seconds and shrugs, Lex chuckles lightly and points under the bench. Brandy's face reddens and she slides a beer out and hands it to Lex.
Lex: Thanks sister,
Brandy then starts to unravel the bandage around Lex's arm. He squints one eye from the pain and quickly dumps back a large swig of Molsen Canadian.
Brandy: You seem so different,
Lex cocks an eyebrow
Lex: What do you mean?
Brandy: Well when you cut a promo you're all intense, you kinda remind me of Stone Cold Steve Austin or The Rock. Very charismatic. But at the same time you can be really confusing so you add your own touch.
Lex: Nah sweetie, the machismo isn't something you turn on. It's something you live with. I like to put it this way, i can be two people. I can be an over the top, larger then life wild man or i can be a slightly less over the top ass hole. It's just the way things go.
Brandy cracks a smile and laughs at Lex. In return Lex shakes his head.
Lex: What i said something funny?
Brandy shakes her head and covers her mouth.
Brandy: No, it's just that its weird talking to you in full detail like this. I've seen you on t.v. so many times and watched tons of your tapes. Just never heard the straight shooting in person.
Lex smirks
Lex: It gives yah goose bumps don't it?
Brandy breaks an even bigger smile.
Brandy: You could say that........well...., Mr. Largon your arm is fine. Just looks a little like you have some deep tissue bruises around the slightly open cuts.
Lex: Call me Lex, no need for that Mr. Largon b.s.
Brandy: Gotcha,
Brandy gets up and leaves the locker room quickly, Lex props his feet back up and shakes his head as he downs the rest of his beer. The scene fades to black soon after, Lex's situation is very dire. One minute he has the whole world in front of him and the next he has nothing but an empty bottle of alcohol.
