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Date Posted: 14:07:39 02/28/00 Mon
Author: everyone.
Subject: that was a long roleplay and i admit that...but you forgot one thing....who was you supposed to talk to cuz you forgot to talk about the wrestlers except one or two paragraphs
In reply to: Extreme(God Im Sick) 's message, "Ben Der" on 18:30:36 02/27/00 Sun

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>
> Three guys wearing leather jackets, walk on the
> sidewalk, listening to some rap s--- as they move. The
> three of them all walk at the same pace, slow. As they
> move up the sidewalk, they grab women on the ass, push
> men on the ground and offer children crack. As people
> walk closer to the three punk ass kids, they step
> away, as far as they can. So far the three of them
> gave around 20 women a grab on the ass, pushed down 35
> people all together and was able to force 7 kids into
> getting high. It was very funny as the kids turned
> into a walking thing without a brain. It wasn't just
> funny to the three kids, but to everybody. The seven
> kids tripped on their own feet, walk for a couple
> seconds, then fall down on the sidewalk and fall
> asleep. The worst experience out of all these kids was
> when, someone lost control of direction, and wondered
> into the middle of the road. God thing a car didn't
> hit him, but a rock, which the three guys threw. Well
> onto the story, the three kids in leather jackets are
> still up to their no good crap. Well, now a kind of
> old person is walking down the sidewalk toward his
> destiny of the three kids. The man who is walking near
> the three kids doesn't even notice them because he is
> reading the largest newspaper I've ever seen. The
> three kids notice him, and start to talk amongst
> themselves, possibly of what they are going to do to
> the innocent man. They start to run at a pretty quick
> pace, and crowd around the man like vultures. One
> stands behind the man, another stands northeast and
> the other stands northwest of the man. The man reading
> the paper still doesn't notice the three trouble
> making delinquents, that is until the three kids in
> jackets turn up the volume to the boom-box they were
> carrying around. The man suddenly lowers the paper,
> and reveals to the three of them that it is Extreme.
> Extreme looks at the three of them in wonder. The
> three kids in the jackets let out a good hard laugh,
> which Extreme doesn't appreciate too much.
>
>
>
> One Kid in Leather Jacket: Hey boys! Look what we got
> here, a clown.
>
>
>
> The three kids laugh again, and Extreme isn't as
> angry. Extreme holds the paper over his face again to
> read, and walks on down the sidewalk. Of course the
> three bastards follow Extreme like a dog following his
> master.
>
>
>
> One Kid in Leather Jacket: Hey f--- face! You going to
> say anything you f---ing retard? I think what my
> friend was trying to say is that you are a dumb ass
> for wearing a god damn clown mask.
>
>
>
> One Kid in Other Jacket: Yeah!
>
>
>
> Extreme lowers the newspaper again, and stares at the
> three of them in frustration. The kids smile because
> they got Extreme's attention. Extreme looks up at the
> sun and stares at it for a large sum of time. The kids
> look at each other asking the same question in their
> minds, "What the hell is this guy doing." The three
> kids in leather jackets follow Extreme's example, and
> look up at the sun. Happy Clown starts to walk away
> slowly and quietly. He gets about ten steps away from
> the situation when one of the kids looks where Extreme
> was originally standing. He notices that Extreme is
> not standing there anymore, and sees him farther down
> the sidewalk. Extreme stares at the kid who notices
> him, and the kid stares back like he's gralling with
> his eyes. The person who noticed him taps his friends
> on the shoulder to get their attentions. Extreme
> shakes his head, and holds the paper up to his face
> again, and starts to walk on. Of course the kids come
> back to Extreme in a mere five seconds. Now the three
> are furious, and they roll down the jacket sleeves.
> Extreme takes a glance at one of the kids, and notices
> them rolling down their sleeves, and Extreme shakes
> his head in disbelief.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Hey, I wouldn't do that if I were you.
>
>
>
> The kid in the leather jacket to the left of Extreme
> gives Extreme a hefty shove, which staggers Extreme
> into a shops outside wall. Extreme drops his paper,
> and stares at all the kids with his hands at his side.
> Extreme still shows no interest in fighting these
> kids. The same kid who pushed Extreme before punches
> Extreme in the gut. Extreme tumbles backward against
> the window to the same shop. The window of course
> cracks, but it doesn't break, but it makes enough
> noise that people fill around the scene, like it's a
> huge event. Extreme stares at the kid who has been
> trying to beat him up.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Kid, don't start!
>
>
>
> The kid doesn't listen of course, so the kid jumps at
> Happy Clown with a flying kick. Extreme steps nimbly
> aside and the kid kicks through the window, and lands
> on a table where people are eating. The kid looks up
> at Extreme, whom has a smile on his face. The kid
> stares at the smiling Extreme for a couple of seconds
> until his body kicks in, and he passes out. The people
> at the table, knowing whom this kid is from past
> experiences with him, force his eye open and cover his
> eye with salt. They now open the kid in the leather
> jackets mouth, and put an Alka-Seltzer tablet in it.
> The kid suddenly awakes because there is a burning
> feeling in his eyes, and he starts to run around the
> restaurant like a headless chicken, and he smashes
> into the wall. He falls down on the ground, and his
> eyes start to tear out the salt. As he starts to relax
> because his eyes don't ache as much, some white foam
> starts to drizzle down his chin. He opens the mouth
> and starts to gag like crazy. He spits out some of the
> foam, but it keeps coming. Everyone starts to laugh at
> the messed up kid in the leather jacket. The people
> eating at the restaurant search around for other
> things, and they find it. The family dining at the
> table picks up the pepper, ketchup, mustard, cheese,
> all the spices and herbs, and they start to heave
> everything at the poor kid. All of a sudden all this
> is broken up as some woman comes in. She has temper in
> her voice, and she is very angry, which you can see in
> her face.
>
>
>
> Woman: What the hell are you doing to my poor child!
> It's OK Henry, come to mommy and I'll deal with this.
> Now anyone, please tell me who did this to my poor
> innocent son?
>
>
>
> Everyone points to Extreme, and Extreme stands
> flabbergasted. The kid in the leather jacket named
> Henry gets up and runs into his moms' arms. The mom
> holds her son tight to her bosom. The mother looks
> about she's in her early thirties, and her son looks
> like he's 17, or 18. Extreme doesn't want to think how
> old that woman was until she was impregnated. The
> woman puts her son aside and charges at Extreme with
> flying kick just like her son. What's different this
> time is that she hits Happy Clown in the face. Extreme
> falls face down on the ground, and starts to get up,
> but the woman jumps on Extreme's back, and puts a rag
> over Extreme's face, which has something on it because
> as soon as Extreme inhales, he is knocked out
> completely.
>
>
>
> Later That Day...
>
>
>
>
>
> Extreme awakes on the sidewalk with his ground lying
> on it. He jumps up quickly because the ground is
> disgusting. Extreme looks around at the scene, and
> notices that it is night. He starts to walk down the
> sidewalk, the same way he was going before. He starts
> cursing himself that a lady beat him up, but she
> cheated by using drugs. Extreme suddenly sees what he
> didn't want to see.
>
>
>
> Pimp: Ladies, Ladies! Buy them while they are hot!
>
>
>
> Extreme starts to walk backwards slowly, but is
> noticed by the pimp. Extreme just decides to go the
> same way that he was going before, but then realizes
> something, "Where the hell am I going?" Extreme starts
> to laugh at himself hysterically because he feels that
> it is funny.
>
>
>
> Pimp: What are you laughing at you clown boy? You
> think that my girls are funny, you think they're ugly?
>
>
>
> The least thing Extreme wants is to be rioted by
> prostitutes, so Extreme shakes his head no. Extreme
> starts to walk in the direction of the pimp, and the
> prostitutes, when he is halted by the pimp. The pimp
> looks at Extreme with anger in his eyes.
>
>
>
> Pimp: Why did it take you so long to answer clown? Do
> you want me to turn that smile upside down?
>
>
>
> Extreme: I'm sorry, but don't you know who I am? You
> think you alone could beat me up. Well I'll tell you
> sir, no one, and I mean no one can beat up Extreme.
>
>
>
> Pimp: No one you say? Alice get out here.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Alice?
>
>
>
> Extreme all of a sudden sees the prostitutes clearing
> aside, and out of the bunch comes what Happy Clown
> assumes Alice. Extreme gasps in disbelief because it
> seems to Extreme that Alice is the woman that beat him
> up earlier.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Wait, I know that girl. It's the girl that
> beat me...that's the girl that I acted beat up to
> because I didn't want to hit a girl. What I know of
> her is that she fights better than Ben Der which isn't
> a compliment, it is a put down because I have to admit
> ben Der fights like a woman, so it made me think he
> was a woman, so I couldn't hit him either for our
> match... Who the hell am I kidding, I didn't train for
> that match, nor have I been training for the match on
> Saturday, good thing I have time. Now Alice, listen to
> me. You take a step forward, we are going to fight,
> and I'll kick your ass. You take a step back, I walk
> on, and I'll break this little pimps hand if he
> doesn't let go of my shirt.
>
>
>
> The pimp takes his eyes from Extreme's face, and down
> to Extreme's shirt, and sure enough he finds his hand
> tightened around his shirts. The pimps' eyes open
> wide, and he takes his hand off Extreme's shirt
> quickly, and backs away ever so slowly, like Extremeis
> a dog with rabies, and will strike if there is a
> sudden movement. Extreme now looks away from the pimp,
> and over to the woman, which is right in front of
> Extreme, with a fist swinging at Extreme's face.
> Extreme just wasn't ready for anything like that, so
> he gets hit squared in the nose. Extreme falls
> backward on his ass, and sniffs up the blood coming
> from his now bloody nose.
>
>
>
> Extreme: So, I guess that means you do want to fight.
> That's it momma, you're dead, which what happened to
> your son.
>
>
>
> Extreme jumps to his feet and stares at Alice. Alice
> looks as if she didn't appreciate that comment, and
> she tightens her fist. As she tightens her fist, you
> can hear the knuckles cracking, and Extreme gulps as
> he swallows spit. Alice starts a sprint to Extreme.
> Extreme puts up a defensive stance. The woman throws a
> palm punch and Extreme steps quickly aside. As he
> dodges this, he grabs Alice's arm, and twists it, so
> it's behind her back. She squeals in pain, like a pig
> eating food and Extreme bring his head close to her
> ear.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Why is it that everywhere I went today, I was
> trying to get beaten up. And you were in two of the
> fights out of the three. Now, I'm going to do The
> Extreme Measures, and make you sleep, like you did to
> me. Now you can have the experience of laying face
> down in the sidewalk for a couple hours.
>
>
>
> Extreme does a boston crab to Alice, and she screams
> in agonizing pain. Extreme does this slowly and for a
> long time, so she can faint from the pain. After about
> a minute of this, she loses consciousness and Extreme
> stands up, and does a dance around the pimp and the
> prostitutes. Extreme doesn't care much, so he just
> does this for awhile, until he feels he got his point
> across. Extreme starts to walk away from the pimps and
> prostitutes, but looks back at them.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Actually, I think you're all ugly, but you
> won't be as ugly as BD will be after our match Monday.
>
>
>
> The girls sigh with relief, and the pimp smiles with
> pride. Extreme turns away from them with a smile on
> his face because he accomplished what he thought was
> impossible. Extreme starts to continue down the
> sidewalk alert for anything because of all those
> fights. If Extreme saw a teenager in a leather jacket,
> he would punch him. If Extreme saw any type of woman,
> he'd grab her and do The Extreme Measures to put her
> asleep. If he saw a male, he'd criticize his
> prostitutes. Extreme might have though too early,
> though because out of the alleyway shadows pops out a
> kid probably ten. Extreme just doesn't notice, so the
> kid has to get it.
>
>
>
> Kid: Excuse me. Mr. Extreme...Extreme?
>
>
>
> Extreme: Your prostitutes are ugly, and if you have
> one named Alice, don't suspect her to come back.
>
>
>
> Extreme turns around to look at what he thinks is a
> man, but he finds the ten-year old kid. Extreme grits
> his teeth together, and starts to get out of there
> again. He doesn't want another psycho mother coming
> after him. The kid doesn't care that Extreme is trying
> to run away, the kid thinks that Extreme is playing a
> game. The kid runs up next to Extreme and Extreme
> looks down at him still feeling bad.
>
>
>
> Extreme: What do you want kid? I've had some bad
> experiences with kids, so I don't want you here.
>
>
>
> Kid: Ohh, you mean Tyler?
>
>
>
> Extreme glares at the kid in anger, and the kid looks
> away.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Don't remind me kid. That kid made me lose
> all my fans.
>
>
>
> Kid: Not all your fans.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Are you saying you're a fan of mine!!!
>
>
>
> Kid: Hell no!
>
>
>
> Extreme looks away in disgust. The kid notices this,
> and looks at Extreme.
>
>
>
> Kid: I'm joking Extreme. You're my role model!
>
>
>
> Extreme: Great kid, but don't you have to go home now?
>
>
>
> Kid: Well, no. My father is in a deep slumber because
> he drinks...drinks a lot. When he wakes up, it will be
> beating time, so I need to get as far away from him as
> possible.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Fathers are supposed to be good f---ing role
> models! What are are f---ing shitty kids grow up too
> with goddamn role models like that! Aww shit, f---,
> c--- sucker!
>
>
>
> Kid: Yes... Well, anyway, did you know you have a
> match with BD on Monday?
>
>
>
> Extreme: Yes I do, and since you bring that up, I'd
> just like to tell Ben Der that he's going to lose.
>
>
>
> Kid: Why would you believe that? I mean you lost your
> first match to him.
>
>
>
> Extreme: You better watch your mouth kid.
>
>
>
> Kid: Sorry...uhh. Hey, what do you think about this
> match. I know how I do; I'm looking forward to you
> kicking BD's ass.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Where do you learn this language from? Well
> anyway, I feel this match won't be a one sided show,
> which I know BD is thinking. Well actually it will be
> a one sided show, it just won't be him being the show.
> I know this match has a lot of people saying that it
> will go to BD because he's the best in the fed. Well,
> I got to tell everyone, and BD that there will be a
> new person running the HWF. I'm sure this will be a
> good match because unlike last time, I just was not
> ready for it. I don't know how long the match will be,
> nor do I know how much intensity two good fighters
> will put into it. But what I do know, and can tell
> you, which you can quote me on is that I will win this
> Euro Title. For winning this I will hold the Euro Belt
> above my head and hold it in front of the camera to
> donate it to you, to kid. I will also rub that belt,
> which I should already have, in the fat ugly face of
> Ben Der to make sure he nevers say that he will beat
> Extreme, and this will be a lesson to everybody. First
> don't get a match with Extreme. Second, don't say you
> can beat me because I will rub that in your face so
> much that my opponent would wish he were dead. Now,
> back to the match. Since this is a Euro match, it's
> against the best wrestler in the HWF, or second best
> because Jeff Matthews is pretty good and it's for the
> Euro Belt. Well, I just have to win because it's for
> my most prized possession. This is why I love
> rematches because even if you lost you can beat the
> son of the bitch that beat you before. The feeling you
> get inside after beating someone who beat you before,
> you just can't control your actions. Kid; don't be
> surprised if I take a s--- on Ben Der after the match.
> Actually after I beat BD. I know this match will be a
> sold out one because first I'm fighting in it, and
> everyone loves to see me. Also Ben Der is the best
> fighter in the HWF, so I have to wonder why in the
> hell is it a lower card match. First because it's for
> a title, and it's two of the best fighters in the HWF.
> BD, I bet you think that this match will be another
> easy one like the one before, well if people have been
> betting against me, betting for you, they will lose
> there money. I will be giving the spectators a run for
> their money, and you a run for your gold. At the end
> of this match, I will pull the Euro Belt away from
> you. What will I do when I get this belt? That's an
> easy question kid, as I said before, I will dedicate
> the win to you because you were the only person that
> came up to me today, and didn't want to fight, nor are
> you a pimp and a psycho mom named Alice. When that
> bell rings, I will come out, and go right out, so I
> can try to end this match early, but what I said
> before, I don't know how long the fight will be. All I
> know, is that I will win, which you know kid. I'm glad
> I was given another title shot for the Euro Belt and I
> am psyched that I can fight, and eventually beat, the
> worst fighter in the HWF . I've read the possibilities
> in the paper this morning of how much you're favored.
> What I've read is that BD is favored 5-1. Either
> that's a s--- paper, or people think I suck. Either
> way, can you believe that kid? I know I can't, that is
> why I was so interested in reading a paper this
> morning instead of fighting. Hell, I love to fight,
> but I need to save all my strength, power and energy
> to use BD's body as a crash dummy. Now if there was a
> camera with me all today, I would have beaten up
> anyone who wanted to get into a fight with me to show
> BD he has something harder to go up against than just
> a clown. I'm not a joke as experts are saying, and
> even B.D., I am Extreme. The Extreme that will win the
> European Belt, the Extreme that will win the match,
> Extreme that will beat Ben Der. Then BD will know his
> role to Extreme, a punching bag and to lose to me,
> never to win as he's been saying.
>
>
>
> Kid: You're scaring me. MOMMA!!!
>
>
>
> The kid starts to run off into the darkness of the
> shadows in the alleyway. Extreme starts to grind his
> teeth together, and runs off farther down the
> sidewalk. He realizes once again that he has no idea
> where he's going, but he thinks he's rater be running
> away in any direction then toy be beaten down by
> another crazy lady. Extreme suddenly finds out where
> he has been going because up ahead he finds an
> interview set outside. The star of the show waits
> impatiently, but stops as he sees Happy Clown. The
> star waves Extreme over and Extreme comes running at a
> sprint. Extreme reaches the set, and sits down in the
> seat next to the star/interviewer.
>
>
>
> Star/Interviewer: Where the hell have you been. I've
> been sitting my ass off that it feels like my ass will
> fall off. I can't even feel it. You better be good, or
> else I will do...do...something to you.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Ohh, I'll do well. I'll raise these ratings
> so high because people love to hear my voice, and love
> to hear Extreme made fun of.
>
>
>
> Star/Interviewer: Ben Der, what the hell are you
> talking about. Well anyway get ready because we are
> going to start now.
>
>
>
> The star/interviewer signals to the camera man to
> start the camera, and the director holds his loud
> speaking device and says, "Ready on the set?" Both
> Extreme and the star/interviewer signal to the camera
> that they are ready. The cameraman counts down from
> five to one, and the camera is turned on, and so does
> the interviewers mouth.
>
>
>
> Star/Interviewer: Welcome back you all to another
> episode of I am a Homosexual and have no Friends. I am
> Joe Daniel, and I'd like to welcome another homosexual
> with no friends. What is your name?
>
>
>
> Extremelooks at Joe Daniel in disbelief, and Joe
> Daniel starts to get wrestles, so he mumbles to
> Extreme, "What's your name?"
>
>
>
> Extreme: Extreme, but uhh...
>
>
>
> Joe Daniel pulls the microphone away from Extreme
> before Extreme can finish. Extreme looks as if he is
> going to cry, but he tries his best not to show it.
>
>
>
> Joe Daniel: Extreme is our new person we can help by
> calling in and helping by saying inspirational words
> that soothes the pressure of being gay and having no
> friends. Extreme, why don't you tell us a little about
> yourself?
>
>
>
> Joe Daniel brings the microphone close to Extreme now
> frowning face, and Extreme opens his mouth slowly
> noticing that his mouth is very, very dry.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Well first, I ain't a f---ing faggot, and for
> whoever watches this show is. I thought this was a
> wrestling interview spot, but now I just found out
> that it's for gays. What the hell is this show anyway,
> I've never heard of it...
>
>
>
> Again Joe Daniel brings the microphone away from
> Extreme's mouth, which makes Extreme very angry this
> time.
>
>
>
> Joe Daniel: We know you feel ashamed about your
> status, but this show is for to help you. It helps you
> by making you feel better about your life. You may
> still be unstraight at the end of the show, but my job
> is to help you find the spot in you that can give you
> friends.
>
>
>
> Extreme grabs the microphone out of the hand of Joe
> Daniel, who sits o his seat stunned of what happened.
> Extreme gets off his seat, and stands in front of the
> Joe Daniel.
>
>
>
> Extreme: As I was saying I ain't gay. What I can say
> and which I know is true, is Joe Daniel over here is.
>
>
>
> Extreme steps aside from standing in front of Joe
> Daniel, and uses his whole hand to point to Joe
> Daniel. The camera picks up Joe Daniel snarling, but
> takes him out of the picture as he walks to the right,
> which the camera follows since Extremehas the
> microphone.
>
>
>
> Extreme: Hello everybody. I'm sure most of you don't
> know me, and some of you do. That is if anyone watches
> this low funding show. Now the topic tonight is a man
> named Ben Der. Now I know that Joe Daniel has been
> taking lessons from Ben Der, but for short B.D., of
> being gay. Now Ben, it appears we have a match this
> Monday, and oh boy am I looking forward to kicking
> your ass to all the corners of the ring. Before you
> said that I can only win by cheating, and some s---
> like that, well it's fun to do that. That's the whole
> point of wrestling, to do whatever possible to get the
> crowd on their feet. The crowd loved the fact that I
> got EJ to bleed, and that I hit him into the pole
> because I removed the padding. Now what I see is that
> you are on a losing streak, not a big losing streak,
> but a losing streak. Right now there is only one day
> left till our match. In this match you will of course
> gain a loss, but you will lose something, and that is
> the Euro Title because it's mine, and I will show you
> it should be mine after beating you on monday, and
> taking it away from you. All I have to do three simple
> things, walking down to the ring, climbing in the
> ring, and beating you. You've been saying that this
> match is just going to be a repeat, but I have to tell
> you something Ben Der, there aren't three people in
> the ring at the same time. It's two on two. The kind
> of fighting that I like, the kind of fighting you
> can't handle, the kind of fighting that will add to
> your losing streak. It will be like trying to handle
> Michael Jordan in a basketball game. No one ever did,
> no team ever did, so how can you handle Extreme? I
> just have to laugh out loud that you actually think
> that you can beat me. The only way you can use the
> term, "I will beat Extreme", is if you wish. In real
> life, now that's different, it's different than
> wishing, it's different to praying to god because god
> can't even handle me, which is a task you must find
> out at our match on monday. I know you can fight
> great, you know the same about me as well. You see we
> are both great fighters, but there's a difference
> between both of us, one of us is better, and I'm sorry
> to say it, it's not you. You can keep saying these
> untrue goddamn speeches, do them as much as you want
> to gain support, and to make you feel better. The only
> thing is that no matter what you say, you can't psyche
> me out, you can't hurt my feelings because I know I
> will win no matter what you say. It doesn't matter
> what anyone says, not even Prez, I will win this match
> because the more people say I will lose, the more of a
> reason I will win, to show that I can't lose, and to
> make fun of the experts that say I will. As the clock
> ticks, the better I feel because the ticking mechanism
> of a clock makes me think of breaking bones, which I
> will hear many times in the match because I will do
> this many times to you in our match on Monday. You
> will feel like you are getting whipped on Monday, and
> you will be red all over because my arm will hit, slap
> and nail you all over your body so much blood will
> drizzle down your body like you were whipped. Also I
> do moves quickly, which you will be shown on Monday. I
> just can't wait to see your frightened face as I set
> up to do The Extreme Measures. Then when I do it, you
> will be crying and screaming in pain because I know it
> hurts and no one can hold back the pain of my finisher
> besides me. I have a whole one day to get ready for
> this match, to get ready to beat you, but most of all
> take away the only thing that makes you known in the
> HWF still, the thing you call dignity. I hoped you
> enjoyed it, and cleaned it well because it my precious
> belt is dirty, or messed up, we will fight in the ring
> to see who has to clean it. All I know on Monday so
> far is that I will win the match on Monday because my
> job is to win, and that's what I do because my name is
> Extreme.
>
>
>
> Extreme is grinning a grin of victory, and looks over
> to his right to see Joe Daniel lunging at Extreme. Joe
> Daniel body presses Extreme to the ground, and Extreme
> starts to pant.

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