Post by Neptune on Dec 22, 2011 20:55:38 GMT -5
..:: Neptune's Apartment ::..
Neptune gets out of the shower after being to the gym for a few hours. He feels refreshed and ready for the day as it is now only eight in the morning. Neptune enjoys going to the gym early as it makes him feel alive and aware.
The phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. With a sigh, he answers the call. The reason why he sighed is because he is expecting a call from his brother. Yes, that's right. Neptune has a brother. Don't be so shocked.
His name's Kano. He visited Neptune a while back. Didn't end well. Anyway, he's been worried sick about Neptune so he has been calling a few times to get Neptune out of wrestling and back home.
Neptune: Who is this?
Caller: Good morning, Neptune. My name is Michael Pratt and I'm an attorney. I need to see you ASAP. Could you come to my office today?
Neptune: A lawyer? What is it about? AM I BEING SUED?
Caller: No, nothing like that. It's good news, actually, but I can't tell you over the phone. So, if you could, please come by my office. We have texted our address to your mobile phone. Thank you.
Neptune: Okay then... I guess I'll come straight away. Didn't have much plans for today anyway. Seeing a lawyer is a good way to kill some time before my next training session.
Caller: That's great then. See you soon.
..:: Michael Pratt's Office ::..
Neptune sits down after shaking hands with the lawyer. The office is big and luxurious. Neptune can't help but be slightly impressed. The lawyer looks like a typical lawyer, straight hair cut, basic almost, nice suit, serious look on his face. He looks younger than he is too. He's about forty five years old but looks like he's just hit thirty.
Michael Pratt: The reason why I called you in, Neptune, is because you have been put in somebody's will. Do you know a Mrs. Doubtfire?
Neptune: ...what? As in that Robin Williams' movie?
Michael Pratt: Yes, she was a fan of that movie so she legally changed her name. So, do you know her?
Neptune: ...no. Are you sure I'm in her will?
Michael Pratt: Are you Neptune from the wrestling organization called the UWA?
Neptune: Yeah...
Michael Pratt: Then there's no mistake. It is you. There's even a photo included so there's no doubt about it. You are the person she is referring to.
Neptune: Okay... well I don't know her. Didn't? Is she dead?
Michael Pratt: Yes, she died a few days ago. I thought I would break the news gently to you but you clearly don't know her so I don't think it matters. So, yes, she's dead and you are the person she's leaving all her assets to.
Neptune: ...come again?
Michael Pratt: You are the sole heir to her assets. I'm guessing she must've been a fan of your work or something like that... so she left you everything.
Neptune: Crazy people can be funny, even when they're dead.
Michael Pratt: You do have a darker sense of humour, but let's not digress. I just need to make it official. You probably will be busy packing and everything so I won't hold you for much longer.
Neptune: Packing? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere.
Michael Pratt: Oh, my apologies. I keep forgetting that you didn't know her. Well, as I just mentioned, Mrs Doubtfire left you everything she owned and all of her bank accounts.
Neptune: All... of... her... bank.... accounts? How many did she have?
Michael Pratt: Quite a few. You see, you are now worth, roughly, about $400 000 000.
Neptune: Oh...
Neptune's eyes falter as he loses his balance and fall off his chair. He fainted.
Michael Pratt quickly jumps off his chair to help Neptune.
Michael Pratt: Neptune... are you alright? I should really work on my news delivery.
Damn you, Manbubu. You really lucked out and managed to get the win over me. I shall take my revenge upon you soon enough. But first, I have to go win the World title. Ha. Hear that, Manbubu? Despite you getting a win over me, I'm going to into the World championship match. Sucks to be you, doesn't it, Manbubu? But don't worry, we'll meet again in the ring soon enough and I will kick your sorry ass into oblivion. You were lucky last time, bitch and your luck has run out. If you see me, hide. That's the best option you have if you want to stay in one piece. But anyway, enough about Manbubu. Let's talk about Samuel Silas.
Ah, Samuel, you haven't changed a bit since the last time I saw you. You're still a deluded retard who doesn't know jack from shit. I mean, seriously, the promo that you cut for our match this week? Even worse than the previous one you did. And man, I didn't think you could do worse than that. So kudos to you on sucking even more than expected. So, apart from the most generic of 'beating random Asians up just because I'm facing an Asian', you vomitted a few words and when I say vomitted, I mean... pure absolute disgustingly putrid vomit. "Neptune, you have years under your belt in the ring"? Oh for the love of God, man, are you fucking kidding me with this? Stop using stuff that you used for the random guy you faced two nights ago at the docks, you drunken fool. I haven't even been in the UWA for a year yet and now you're saying this crap? Do your freakin' homework and know your opponent.
This is a World title match and you're making it so easy. You're such a pushover, Samuel. Even Manbubu does it better than you. And he sucks! Damn, Samuel, you talk about how you TEACH people how to fight and be wrestlers - maybe we just discovered the reason why the quality of the new wrestlers is so damn low. You did it. It's your damn fault, Samuel. You've let the world of wrestling down and now it's time to pay for your horrible actions, your crime against our sport! Our business! Our living! You spit in the faces of the fans with your lame ass work ethic. You think you can come down to the ring without any preparation and manage to last more than one round against a GOD? Bitch, please. The outcome of this battle is well and truly set in stone: You lose. Badly. I'm not even exagerrating. I will be crowned the UWA World champion. The title belongs to me. Why? Because I'm Neptune. I kick ass. I entertain the crowd. I am the ratings of this place. I am your GOD and you will bow down to me and kiss my feet. Believe me, Samuel, you will not come out victorious this week. And you know the last thing you'll see before you're knocked out?
Neptune gets out of the shower after being to the gym for a few hours. He feels refreshed and ready for the day as it is now only eight in the morning. Neptune enjoys going to the gym early as it makes him feel alive and aware.
The phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. With a sigh, he answers the call. The reason why he sighed is because he is expecting a call from his brother. Yes, that's right. Neptune has a brother. Don't be so shocked.
His name's Kano. He visited Neptune a while back. Didn't end well. Anyway, he's been worried sick about Neptune so he has been calling a few times to get Neptune out of wrestling and back home.
Neptune: Who is this?
Caller: Good morning, Neptune. My name is Michael Pratt and I'm an attorney. I need to see you ASAP. Could you come to my office today?
Neptune: A lawyer? What is it about? AM I BEING SUED?
Caller: No, nothing like that. It's good news, actually, but I can't tell you over the phone. So, if you could, please come by my office. We have texted our address to your mobile phone. Thank you.
Neptune: Okay then... I guess I'll come straight away. Didn't have much plans for today anyway. Seeing a lawyer is a good way to kill some time before my next training session.
Caller: That's great then. See you soon.
..:: Michael Pratt's Office ::..
Neptune sits down after shaking hands with the lawyer. The office is big and luxurious. Neptune can't help but be slightly impressed. The lawyer looks like a typical lawyer, straight hair cut, basic almost, nice suit, serious look on his face. He looks younger than he is too. He's about forty five years old but looks like he's just hit thirty.
Michael Pratt: The reason why I called you in, Neptune, is because you have been put in somebody's will. Do you know a Mrs. Doubtfire?
Neptune: ...what? As in that Robin Williams' movie?
Michael Pratt: Yes, she was a fan of that movie so she legally changed her name. So, do you know her?
Neptune: ...no. Are you sure I'm in her will?
Michael Pratt: Are you Neptune from the wrestling organization called the UWA?
Neptune: Yeah...
Michael Pratt: Then there's no mistake. It is you. There's even a photo included so there's no doubt about it. You are the person she is referring to.
Neptune: Okay... well I don't know her. Didn't? Is she dead?
Michael Pratt: Yes, she died a few days ago. I thought I would break the news gently to you but you clearly don't know her so I don't think it matters. So, yes, she's dead and you are the person she's leaving all her assets to.
Neptune: ...come again?
Michael Pratt: You are the sole heir to her assets. I'm guessing she must've been a fan of your work or something like that... so she left you everything.
Neptune: Crazy people can be funny, even when they're dead.
Michael Pratt: You do have a darker sense of humour, but let's not digress. I just need to make it official. You probably will be busy packing and everything so I won't hold you for much longer.
Neptune: Packing? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere.
Michael Pratt: Oh, my apologies. I keep forgetting that you didn't know her. Well, as I just mentioned, Mrs Doubtfire left you everything she owned and all of her bank accounts.
Neptune: All... of... her... bank.... accounts? How many did she have?
Michael Pratt: Quite a few. You see, you are now worth, roughly, about $400 000 000.
Neptune: Oh...
Neptune's eyes falter as he loses his balance and fall off his chair. He fainted.
Michael Pratt quickly jumps off his chair to help Neptune.
Michael Pratt: Neptune... are you alright? I should really work on my news delivery.
~ Neptune's Point of View ~
Damn you, Manbubu. You really lucked out and managed to get the win over me. I shall take my revenge upon you soon enough. But first, I have to go win the World title. Ha. Hear that, Manbubu? Despite you getting a win over me, I'm going to into the World championship match. Sucks to be you, doesn't it, Manbubu? But don't worry, we'll meet again in the ring soon enough and I will kick your sorry ass into oblivion. You were lucky last time, bitch and your luck has run out. If you see me, hide. That's the best option you have if you want to stay in one piece. But anyway, enough about Manbubu. Let's talk about Samuel Silas.
Ah, Samuel, you haven't changed a bit since the last time I saw you. You're still a deluded retard who doesn't know jack from shit. I mean, seriously, the promo that you cut for our match this week? Even worse than the previous one you did. And man, I didn't think you could do worse than that. So kudos to you on sucking even more than expected. So, apart from the most generic of 'beating random Asians up just because I'm facing an Asian', you vomitted a few words and when I say vomitted, I mean... pure absolute disgustingly putrid vomit. "Neptune, you have years under your belt in the ring"? Oh for the love of God, man, are you fucking kidding me with this? Stop using stuff that you used for the random guy you faced two nights ago at the docks, you drunken fool. I haven't even been in the UWA for a year yet and now you're saying this crap? Do your freakin' homework and know your opponent.
This is a World title match and you're making it so easy. You're such a pushover, Samuel. Even Manbubu does it better than you. And he sucks! Damn, Samuel, you talk about how you TEACH people how to fight and be wrestlers - maybe we just discovered the reason why the quality of the new wrestlers is so damn low. You did it. It's your damn fault, Samuel. You've let the world of wrestling down and now it's time to pay for your horrible actions, your crime against our sport! Our business! Our living! You spit in the faces of the fans with your lame ass work ethic. You think you can come down to the ring without any preparation and manage to last more than one round against a GOD? Bitch, please. The outcome of this battle is well and truly set in stone: You lose. Badly. I'm not even exagerrating. I will be crowned the UWA World champion. The title belongs to me. Why? Because I'm Neptune. I kick ass. I entertain the crowd. I am the ratings of this place. I am your GOD and you will bow down to me and kiss my feet. Believe me, Samuel, you will not come out victorious this week. And you know the last thing you'll see before you're knocked out?
