Post by The British Hero!!! on Mar 17, 2010 12:18:05 GMT -5
The camera returns to "The British Hero" Mason 30 minutes after he was last seen. As of ever, Muhamad Faisal is with him. The two appear to be in a small, cramped room.
M.F: Okay, playa! What's the plan?
Mason; Seeing we have no man power at all this plan is going to be ultra epic. You know thats pretty big because ultra begins with a vowel so it sounds like something a scientist would say...
M.F: So what's the plan?
Mason: You know. I'm going to miss this place. As much as i hate JJ, he did a good job here.....
M.F: Okay, but what is the plan?
Mason: Damn it M.F! Don't you have any respect?
M.F: Hey. Are you crying?
Tears can be seen dripping onto the floor. Just over these tears stands Mason, who is covering his face.
Mason: No.
Mason sniffles.
Mason: I'm just, just cleaning my hardcore championship.
Mason points to a nearby table. M.F turns to the table and notices the belt confusingly.
M.F: So that's where it's been throughout this entire rolplay.
Mason pulls himself back together as if by.....
Michael Jackson: CHAMONE!!!!!!
M.F: Stupid cellphone. I can ever get it to shut up....
Mason: Okay. Now with the plan, you're going to wear this headset and tell me what any of my opponents are doing when i'm down. By doing this, i can stop any lowblows, pins or submissions to any of my opponents and, of course, myself. Oh and keep an eye on that south parked head guy.....
M.F: You mean Lex Largon?
Mason: Yeah, "Lex". Well. Better go. My match is starting.
Mason gets up, grabs his title, and runs out of the room. Slamming the door in the process.
M.F: Ugh. Now i need to pee.
M.F goes towards the door and tries to open it.
M.F: Holy Mecca! It's stuck. Wait......
M.F: Turns towards the cameraman.
M.F: Hey you. Use your teleporting powers. The ones you use to get to all of those "other" roleplays to get me out of here!
Cameraman: No can do buddy, i can't get involved in the show. See ya!
The camera shuts off and soon after, a SWOOSH sound is heard. The scene ends.
M.F: Okay, playa! What's the plan?
Mason; Seeing we have no man power at all this plan is going to be ultra epic. You know thats pretty big because ultra begins with a vowel so it sounds like something a scientist would say...
M.F: So what's the plan?
Mason: You know. I'm going to miss this place. As much as i hate JJ, he did a good job here.....
M.F: Okay, but what is the plan?
Mason: Damn it M.F! Don't you have any respect?
M.F: Hey. Are you crying?
Tears can be seen dripping onto the floor. Just over these tears stands Mason, who is covering his face.
Mason: No.
Mason sniffles.
Mason: I'm just, just cleaning my hardcore championship.
Mason points to a nearby table. M.F turns to the table and notices the belt confusingly.
M.F: So that's where it's been throughout this entire rolplay.
Mason pulls himself back together as if by.....
Michael Jackson: CHAMONE!!!!!!
M.F: Stupid cellphone. I can ever get it to shut up....
Mason: Okay. Now with the plan, you're going to wear this headset and tell me what any of my opponents are doing when i'm down. By doing this, i can stop any lowblows, pins or submissions to any of my opponents and, of course, myself. Oh and keep an eye on that south parked head guy.....
M.F: You mean Lex Largon?
Mason: Yeah, "Lex". Well. Better go. My match is starting.
Mason gets up, grabs his title, and runs out of the room. Slamming the door in the process.
M.F: Ugh. Now i need to pee.
M.F goes towards the door and tries to open it.
M.F: Holy Mecca! It's stuck. Wait......
M.F: Turns towards the cameraman.
M.F: Hey you. Use your teleporting powers. The ones you use to get to all of those "other" roleplays to get me out of here!
Cameraman: No can do buddy, i can't get involved in the show. See ya!
The camera shuts off and soon after, a SWOOSH sound is heard. The scene ends.
