Post by 'Jazzy' John McCarty on Mar 19, 2019 0:42:23 GMT -5
Dr Everett: I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you should still be able to wrestle.
John: What's the bad news, doc?
Dr Everett: After this operation, you won't be able to wrestle. This match coming up will be your last match in the wrestling industry.
John looked down at his leg, wrapped in a cast.
How did it end up like this?
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Well it started at the local New Orleans St. Patrick's Day Fair, and we find John winding between the alleyways with his acquaintance Bert.
John: Ugh where are all the drinks?
Bert: I'm pretty sure there was green lemonade back there, and there's lime milk up ahead.
John: Both sound ridiculously disgusting.
Bert: Lime milk is actually pretty good.
John: But I want alcoholic drinks filled with alcohol. I WANT ALCOHOL!!!
Many kids around him were startled, with some parents covering their children's young innocent ears.
Bert: Um, John. I'm pretty sure this is a family friendly fair, John. Alcohol-free zone.
John: Really? My bad. I'll just have a lime milk then.
But then, John hears a pair of children squealing to their mother.
Child 1: Mommy mommy! Can we go over there, please?
Child 2: It looks so cool!
Mommy: No way. They just steal your money.
Child 1: Awwwww.
The children walk away in disappointment.
Bert: What was that all about?
John: Over there...
Amidst the sea of tents was a double-storey tower, with the big sign: 'Breaking the Fourth Wall'
Bert: What kind of name is that?
John: Let's go!
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Bert and John walked in, to find something quite mysterious.
It was just one room, with what seemed to be an endless ceiling, and amidst all the weird, spooky items was a table with a crystal ball, complete with a small woman wearing tons of purple
Woman: Sit.
John was quick to sit down on the other side of the table, whereas Bert could only spectate the interaction between the mysterious woman and Jazzy.
Woman: Ask me anything.
John: Um... Anything?
Woman: Yes, anything.
John: Well...
John looked at the crystal ball, then at Bert. He then recalled his loss against Odin last Slam.
John: Why haven't I been performing as well as I should lately?
With a few taps of her crystal ball, she is enlightened with her answer.
Woman: Ah, John. Are you a wrestler?
John: How did you know my name?
Woman: I've seen you on TV. Sucks about the loss last week.
John: Ah.
Woman: Well, would you like to know the truth, or nah?
John: ...give me the truth.
Woman: Okay, here goes...
The woman takes a deep breath.
Woman: This world isn't real. It's made up. Behind every person in this world is a writer.
John: What?
Woman: Including you John. And depending on who your writer is, is how successful you are. So the homeless bums on the street have terrible writers behind them but successful celebrities have incredible writers behind them. Including Odin Balfore, Noble Savage, Bonnie Blue. Heck, even The Mustache Family. They're amazing writers.
John: So, what about my 'writer'?
Woman: Well... That's why you haven't been performing as well as you should be. Your writer has just been very busy lately. He has too many commitments. He's been trying the best he's can but he's barely got any free time. So, unfortunately, he has to give up something he absolutely loves.
John: ...me?
Woman: Yes. Unfortunately. He truly apologises, but it's just way too difficult. So this match, may be your last.
There was a silence.
Bert: Come on John, let's get out of here.
A shocked John put a tip on the table, and left the building.
-----
John: Okay. That shit fucked me up.
Bert: Come on, John! There's no way that's real! That's trash!
John: Ugh. I just need a drink.
Bert: Lime milk stall's over there.
John: Whenever I say drink just assume I mean alcoholic beverage please.
Bert: Okay
John: I think there's a bar down the street. Let's go!
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John: Come on, come on... Green light! Yes!
Bert: What the fuck?
*crash*
-----
John: That's about all I can remember, Doc.
Some idiot ran a red light. T-Bone collision.
Dr Everett: Well, your friend Bert walked out uninjured but you, well you need an operation.
John: Really?
Dr Everett: Yeah. You can still do limited activities with your leg like this, but you definitely need operation before it gets worse.
John: Okay then.
Dr Everett: I'll be right back, Mr McCarty. Just gotta double check this with a couple other people.
After that he came back with some good news and bad news. Yep, that's where you tuned in.
It kinda sucks to end this way. The RP had no shoot and I started it less than 24 hours before the deadline. And I didn't even post this in time. Plus, so many unresolved issues. What about the Bartender? The House of Blues? #jazzyinthelounge? And that woman he met a while ago? His supposed girlfriend? Ah. Oh well. This is goodbye I guess.
John: What's the bad news, doc?
Dr Everett: After this operation, you won't be able to wrestle. This match coming up will be your last match in the wrestling industry.
John looked down at his leg, wrapped in a cast.
How did it end up like this?
-----
Well it started at the local New Orleans St. Patrick's Day Fair, and we find John winding between the alleyways with his acquaintance Bert.
John: Ugh where are all the drinks?
Bert: I'm pretty sure there was green lemonade back there, and there's lime milk up ahead.
John: Both sound ridiculously disgusting.
Bert: Lime milk is actually pretty good.
John: But I want alcoholic drinks filled with alcohol. I WANT ALCOHOL!!!
Many kids around him were startled, with some parents covering their children's young innocent ears.
Bert: Um, John. I'm pretty sure this is a family friendly fair, John. Alcohol-free zone.
John: Really? My bad. I'll just have a lime milk then.
But then, John hears a pair of children squealing to their mother.
Child 1: Mommy mommy! Can we go over there, please?
Child 2: It looks so cool!
Mommy: No way. They just steal your money.
Child 1: Awwwww.
The children walk away in disappointment.
Bert: What was that all about?
John: Over there...
Amidst the sea of tents was a double-storey tower, with the big sign: 'Breaking the Fourth Wall'
Bert: What kind of name is that?
John: Let's go!
-----
Bert and John walked in, to find something quite mysterious.
It was just one room, with what seemed to be an endless ceiling, and amidst all the weird, spooky items was a table with a crystal ball, complete with a small woman wearing tons of purple
Woman: Sit.
John was quick to sit down on the other side of the table, whereas Bert could only spectate the interaction between the mysterious woman and Jazzy.
Woman: Ask me anything.
John: Um... Anything?
Woman: Yes, anything.
John: Well...
John looked at the crystal ball, then at Bert. He then recalled his loss against Odin last Slam.
John: Why haven't I been performing as well as I should lately?
With a few taps of her crystal ball, she is enlightened with her answer.
Woman: Ah, John. Are you a wrestler?
John: How did you know my name?
Woman: I've seen you on TV. Sucks about the loss last week.
John: Ah.
Woman: Well, would you like to know the truth, or nah?
John: ...give me the truth.
Woman: Okay, here goes...
The woman takes a deep breath.
Woman: This world isn't real. It's made up. Behind every person in this world is a writer.
John: What?
Woman: Including you John. And depending on who your writer is, is how successful you are. So the homeless bums on the street have terrible writers behind them but successful celebrities have incredible writers behind them. Including Odin Balfore, Noble Savage, Bonnie Blue. Heck, even The Mustache Family. They're amazing writers.
John: So, what about my 'writer'?
Woman: Well... That's why you haven't been performing as well as you should be. Your writer has just been very busy lately. He has too many commitments. He's been trying the best he's can but he's barely got any free time. So, unfortunately, he has to give up something he absolutely loves.
John: ...me?
Woman: Yes. Unfortunately. He truly apologises, but it's just way too difficult. So this match, may be your last.
There was a silence.
Bert: Come on John, let's get out of here.
A shocked John put a tip on the table, and left the building.
-----
John: Okay. That shit fucked me up.
Bert: Come on, John! There's no way that's real! That's trash!
John: Ugh. I just need a drink.
Bert: Lime milk stall's over there.
John: Whenever I say drink just assume I mean alcoholic beverage please.
Bert: Okay
John: I think there's a bar down the street. Let's go!
-----
John: Come on, come on... Green light! Yes!
Bert: What the fuck?
*crash*
-----
John: That's about all I can remember, Doc.
Some idiot ran a red light. T-Bone collision.
Dr Everett: Well, your friend Bert walked out uninjured but you, well you need an operation.
John: Really?
Dr Everett: Yeah. You can still do limited activities with your leg like this, but you definitely need operation before it gets worse.
John: Okay then.
Dr Everett: I'll be right back, Mr McCarty. Just gotta double check this with a couple other people.
After that he came back with some good news and bad news. Yep, that's where you tuned in.
It kinda sucks to end this way. The RP had no shoot and I started it less than 24 hours before the deadline. And I didn't even post this in time. Plus, so many unresolved issues. What about the Bartender? The House of Blues? #jazzyinthelounge? And that woman he met a while ago? His supposed girlfriend? Ah. Oh well. This is goodbye I guess.
