Post by orge on Apr 18, 2007 3:43:51 GMT -6
"Disclaimer: What you are about to see is real. It will show you what happens when a martial arts master becomes an Actor and ignores his training. Aside from the message of falling head first into a religion you will be forced to watch a murder, necrophilia (Sex with a corpse) and homosexuality. This RP is intended for adult readers. If you still want to read it, (You sick, sick puppy) than go for it, but don’t cry to me, when your nut hairs curl up."
(A dark alley in a poor section of Philadelphia, known as Kensington will be the setting for this next misadventure. Behind Lee Wang’s Chinese restaurant two homeless men sleep atop crushed boxes, using raggedy newspaper to keep warm. The alley floor is loaded with diseased crack needles, some crack vials, and the occasional empty weed packages. Off in the distance a cat can be heard crying in the night, a few rats scurry out from under a green dumpster, headed in the direction of the homeless men. At the entrance to the alleyway the people can be heard walking, as the camera pans up and focuses in on the crowd, the images of Orge Lambart, S’ven Swanson, and Brittany take shape.
Orge wears a black shirt, with white lettering which reads, ORG TA, across his chest, lower is a symbol which resembles a skull, bright red blood oozes from the skulls head. On his lower body, Orge wears a pair of black jeans which seem to contour to his body very nicely, on his feet he wears black combat boots which are nicely shined.
S’ven has on a black wife beater, his large muscular upper body seems extra toned in the moonlight, and his upper body looks as if it was chiseled from stone. On the muscle shirt is the same skull symbol which was on Orge’s shirt. On his lower body, S’ven wears a pair of Camouflaged jeans and a pair of black combat boots similar to Orge’s.
Britney being the trashy piece of work she is, has on low cut black tank top, her large double d breasts bulge out in the front and sides. On top of her head she wears a black leather cap; her long flowing blonde hair reaches the mid drift of her back. Her amble butt is covered by a tight pair of black daisy dukes, and her long lean legs seem to make her 5’6 body seem much larger than it is. On her feet she wears a long leather boots which go up to her knee cap.
As the trio begins to walk down the alleyway Orge notices the two homeless men and looks towards S’ven who is standing to his right. Orge gets a wicked smile on his face as he begins to speak.)
Orge – Hey S’ven, take a look at those two maggots over there and tell me what you see.
(S’ven looks at Orge and begins speaking.)
S’ven – I see two homeless pieces of trash, that don’t deserve to breathe the air SHIVA has bestowed upon us worthless humans.
Orge – No, NO, look closer.
(S’ven squints his eyes in an attempt to look at the homeless men closer, almost as if a light bulb goes off in his head he begins to speak.)
S’ven – Ha, I see what you are talking about now, that one looks like David Hilt, and the other one looks like Steven Segal.
Orge – Yes, you are right on both parts, although Steven Segal bit is a stretch that one guy definitely looks like David Hilt. What do you say we go deliver some Org TA justice to these maggots.
S’ven – Sounds like a good opportunity to show people what we are really about. I mean the POW has yet to see a man with even one percent of the ability you exhibit. You are the best Orge. You’re my lover…
Orge – S’ven if you continue this statement I will be forced to take drastic action, I am already upset enough that the POW has decided to force my hand by placing me in a match up with that David Hilt maggot, (Orge looks up from the homeless men and notices someone has a camera pointed at him.) I heard it through the grapevine that he is a little fruity. I’m sure you could be his friend to the end S’ven, you’re a little gay… err I mean fruity yourself.
(S’ven lowers his head in shame, Orge lets out a laugh which startles the Steven Segal looking homeless man, which causes him to staggers to his feet. The homeless man looks in the direction of the commotion. There he notices the trio moving down the alley and the homeless man walks toward them. As he gets within sight of the trio he begins to talk.)
Steven – Hello my fellow earth mates, would you mind keeping it down, some people are trying to sleep here. In case you couldn’t notice, if you do not wish to quiet down that will be ok. (Steven pauses for a few seconds) For I donated all my money to the Delilah Lama and now I walk the streets begging for rice and living off the fruit of the land.
(Orge and S’ven both look at the homeless man and realize, this is infact really Steven Segal, they both let out a sinister laugh, Orge begins to speak.)
Orge – Sorry about the Racket Maggot, I know your people don’t like trouble, but I’m afraid I have a little confession to make Steven.
Steven – Go ahead my brother, the teachings of my leaders has shown me the path of enlightenment, and it has only cost me my life savings. I am finally free, free like a bird, free to fly across the sky, and sink my head into meditations and feel the freeness.
Orge – Listen Maggot, I don’t understand what your trying to say, but listen up. (Steven listens carefully to everything Orge has to say.) See Steven we have a little problem here, first off, we hate your movies, next we hate you, lastly my mission here on earth is to teach douche bags like you what the true meaning of pain really is. You prey to some fat bald headed man, yet the entire population of places like India and China are thin, yet they worship some fat man like he’s a god, no wonder Japan loves the US.
(Steven lowers his head and nods at Orge, almost as if he was just humoring him. Orge nods at S’ven who begins to move around behind Steven. Orge continues talking.)
Orge – See Steven, you probably haven’t heard of the POW, and that is cool with me. I mean nobody heard of your last movie, what was it called.
(As Steven goes to answer, S’ven grabs Steven by the forehead and brandishes a knife to his neck. Before Steven can react, S’ven plunges the knife deep into Steven throat; he drags the blade across his neck. As the blade cuts through Stevens blood begins to splatter all over the place.
First the blood splatter on Orge’s face, a bit even sprayed into his mouth, Orge just smiled and enjoys the sight. Next blood splattered onto Britney’s chest, running down her shirt and stomach. Britney then used her hand to rub the blood up over her face, laughing in a horribly menacing way.
As the blade reaches the end of Steven’s neck, he uses his hands to grasp around his neck, the blood which is flowing heavily out of the gapping wound crashes through Steven’s hand; a look of shock comes across his face as he drops to his knees into a puddle of his own blood. Steven tries to speak but the wound doesn’t allow words to form, Steven drops to the ground, his body thrust a few times and then Silence. Orge looks straight into the camera and begins to speak.)
Orge – Yes POW, this is the true nature of the beast, the death of this horrid actor is just the beginning, next will come the destruction, and than the total domination of the Beast master, just to show you Maggots my true power I shall [Explicatively deleted] my women here, right atop his dead body. (Orge pauses for a moment; Britney begins to remove her daisy dukes. Orge stares at her for a second and then begins speaking.) David Hilt let this be a lesson to you my child, you are never safe from SHIVA, it can reach you anytime, anywhere, anyplace.
(Britney begins to remove her panties, once the panties are removed she straddles over the dead corpse of Steven Segal, the second homeless man, who was awakened by the noise several minutes ago, tries to run. S’ven chases after him, out past the camera man the two run. The camera man doesn’t follow them, he stays fixated on Orge who took position behind Britney, and just as he begins to thrust a scream can be heard off camera followed by laughter.
Orge awakens with a scream, his brow is covered with sweat and his pillow is soaked. He sits up in bed and peers around his bedroom, watching as figures begin to take place in the shadows, sleeping next to him is Britney. He leans over and begins to shake her.)
Orge – Wake up you, I just had another vision.
(Britney stretches out and then slowly sits up in bed, she looks at Orge.)
Britney – That is wonderful Orge, what was the vision you had.
(Orge rubs the sleep from his eyes.)
Orge – I envisioned us disposing of that horrid actor Steven Segal. I can vaguely remember something about David Hilt from my vision as well. I believe he was a homeless man, sleeping on boxes, in a dirty alleyway.
(Britney giggles under her breath.)
Britney – Maybe your vision was Shiva’s way of telling you the upcoming match will be a major success. After all I don’t believe David Hilt or Jack Greaves has half the talent you do. If you take into account the partner POW has given you Phillip Owen Wilson, things could be very interesting.
(Orge looks angry.)
Orge – Listen up, I do not need any partner, this Phillip Owen fellow will just get in the way, and probably wind up costing me the match up. This will make Shiva angry; perhaps I should take him out before the match, and allow S’ven his chance to prove himself. After all I have been training him for nearly a year, his natural ability is amazing. If it wasn’t for his homosexual tendencies he would be an ideal candidate for MAGAROSH, the highest honor in the ORG ta organization aside from PAZUZU the leader.
(Britney nods in agreement.)
Orge – Listen Britney, I need to put my vision down into paper, if it is true I have prophesized the ending of Steven Segal it must be written. When a vision like that one I had is seen, than it is only a matter of time before it comes to pass.
(Orge moves over to his desk and opens up his book of prophecies; he begins to write down feverishly. Britney makes her way behind him, and starts to rub his shoulders.)
(A dark alley in a poor section of Philadelphia, known as Kensington will be the setting for this next misadventure. Behind Lee Wang’s Chinese restaurant two homeless men sleep atop crushed boxes, using raggedy newspaper to keep warm. The alley floor is loaded with diseased crack needles, some crack vials, and the occasional empty weed packages. Off in the distance a cat can be heard crying in the night, a few rats scurry out from under a green dumpster, headed in the direction of the homeless men. At the entrance to the alleyway the people can be heard walking, as the camera pans up and focuses in on the crowd, the images of Orge Lambart, S’ven Swanson, and Brittany take shape.
Orge wears a black shirt, with white lettering which reads, ORG TA, across his chest, lower is a symbol which resembles a skull, bright red blood oozes from the skulls head. On his lower body, Orge wears a pair of black jeans which seem to contour to his body very nicely, on his feet he wears black combat boots which are nicely shined.
S’ven has on a black wife beater, his large muscular upper body seems extra toned in the moonlight, and his upper body looks as if it was chiseled from stone. On the muscle shirt is the same skull symbol which was on Orge’s shirt. On his lower body, S’ven wears a pair of Camouflaged jeans and a pair of black combat boots similar to Orge’s.
Britney being the trashy piece of work she is, has on low cut black tank top, her large double d breasts bulge out in the front and sides. On top of her head she wears a black leather cap; her long flowing blonde hair reaches the mid drift of her back. Her amble butt is covered by a tight pair of black daisy dukes, and her long lean legs seem to make her 5’6 body seem much larger than it is. On her feet she wears a long leather boots which go up to her knee cap.
As the trio begins to walk down the alleyway Orge notices the two homeless men and looks towards S’ven who is standing to his right. Orge gets a wicked smile on his face as he begins to speak.)
Orge – Hey S’ven, take a look at those two maggots over there and tell me what you see.
(S’ven looks at Orge and begins speaking.)
S’ven – I see two homeless pieces of trash, that don’t deserve to breathe the air SHIVA has bestowed upon us worthless humans.
Orge – No, NO, look closer.
(S’ven squints his eyes in an attempt to look at the homeless men closer, almost as if a light bulb goes off in his head he begins to speak.)
S’ven – Ha, I see what you are talking about now, that one looks like David Hilt, and the other one looks like Steven Segal.
Orge – Yes, you are right on both parts, although Steven Segal bit is a stretch that one guy definitely looks like David Hilt. What do you say we go deliver some Org TA justice to these maggots.
S’ven – Sounds like a good opportunity to show people what we are really about. I mean the POW has yet to see a man with even one percent of the ability you exhibit. You are the best Orge. You’re my lover…
Orge – S’ven if you continue this statement I will be forced to take drastic action, I am already upset enough that the POW has decided to force my hand by placing me in a match up with that David Hilt maggot, (Orge looks up from the homeless men and notices someone has a camera pointed at him.) I heard it through the grapevine that he is a little fruity. I’m sure you could be his friend to the end S’ven, you’re a little gay… err I mean fruity yourself.
(S’ven lowers his head in shame, Orge lets out a laugh which startles the Steven Segal looking homeless man, which causes him to staggers to his feet. The homeless man looks in the direction of the commotion. There he notices the trio moving down the alley and the homeless man walks toward them. As he gets within sight of the trio he begins to talk.)
Steven – Hello my fellow earth mates, would you mind keeping it down, some people are trying to sleep here. In case you couldn’t notice, if you do not wish to quiet down that will be ok. (Steven pauses for a few seconds) For I donated all my money to the Delilah Lama and now I walk the streets begging for rice and living off the fruit of the land.
(Orge and S’ven both look at the homeless man and realize, this is infact really Steven Segal, they both let out a sinister laugh, Orge begins to speak.)
Orge – Sorry about the Racket Maggot, I know your people don’t like trouble, but I’m afraid I have a little confession to make Steven.
Steven – Go ahead my brother, the teachings of my leaders has shown me the path of enlightenment, and it has only cost me my life savings. I am finally free, free like a bird, free to fly across the sky, and sink my head into meditations and feel the freeness.
Orge – Listen Maggot, I don’t understand what your trying to say, but listen up. (Steven listens carefully to everything Orge has to say.) See Steven we have a little problem here, first off, we hate your movies, next we hate you, lastly my mission here on earth is to teach douche bags like you what the true meaning of pain really is. You prey to some fat bald headed man, yet the entire population of places like India and China are thin, yet they worship some fat man like he’s a god, no wonder Japan loves the US.
(Steven lowers his head and nods at Orge, almost as if he was just humoring him. Orge nods at S’ven who begins to move around behind Steven. Orge continues talking.)
Orge – See Steven, you probably haven’t heard of the POW, and that is cool with me. I mean nobody heard of your last movie, what was it called.
(As Steven goes to answer, S’ven grabs Steven by the forehead and brandishes a knife to his neck. Before Steven can react, S’ven plunges the knife deep into Steven throat; he drags the blade across his neck. As the blade cuts through Stevens blood begins to splatter all over the place.
First the blood splatter on Orge’s face, a bit even sprayed into his mouth, Orge just smiled and enjoys the sight. Next blood splattered onto Britney’s chest, running down her shirt and stomach. Britney then used her hand to rub the blood up over her face, laughing in a horribly menacing way.
As the blade reaches the end of Steven’s neck, he uses his hands to grasp around his neck, the blood which is flowing heavily out of the gapping wound crashes through Steven’s hand; a look of shock comes across his face as he drops to his knees into a puddle of his own blood. Steven tries to speak but the wound doesn’t allow words to form, Steven drops to the ground, his body thrust a few times and then Silence. Orge looks straight into the camera and begins to speak.)
Orge – Yes POW, this is the true nature of the beast, the death of this horrid actor is just the beginning, next will come the destruction, and than the total domination of the Beast master, just to show you Maggots my true power I shall [Explicatively deleted] my women here, right atop his dead body. (Orge pauses for a moment; Britney begins to remove her daisy dukes. Orge stares at her for a second and then begins speaking.) David Hilt let this be a lesson to you my child, you are never safe from SHIVA, it can reach you anytime, anywhere, anyplace.
(Britney begins to remove her panties, once the panties are removed she straddles over the dead corpse of Steven Segal, the second homeless man, who was awakened by the noise several minutes ago, tries to run. S’ven chases after him, out past the camera man the two run. The camera man doesn’t follow them, he stays fixated on Orge who took position behind Britney, and just as he begins to thrust a scream can be heard off camera followed by laughter.
Orge awakens with a scream, his brow is covered with sweat and his pillow is soaked. He sits up in bed and peers around his bedroom, watching as figures begin to take place in the shadows, sleeping next to him is Britney. He leans over and begins to shake her.)
Orge – Wake up you, I just had another vision.
(Britney stretches out and then slowly sits up in bed, she looks at Orge.)
Britney – That is wonderful Orge, what was the vision you had.
(Orge rubs the sleep from his eyes.)
Orge – I envisioned us disposing of that horrid actor Steven Segal. I can vaguely remember something about David Hilt from my vision as well. I believe he was a homeless man, sleeping on boxes, in a dirty alleyway.
(Britney giggles under her breath.)
Britney – Maybe your vision was Shiva’s way of telling you the upcoming match will be a major success. After all I don’t believe David Hilt or Jack Greaves has half the talent you do. If you take into account the partner POW has given you Phillip Owen Wilson, things could be very interesting.
(Orge looks angry.)
Orge – Listen up, I do not need any partner, this Phillip Owen fellow will just get in the way, and probably wind up costing me the match up. This will make Shiva angry; perhaps I should take him out before the match, and allow S’ven his chance to prove himself. After all I have been training him for nearly a year, his natural ability is amazing. If it wasn’t for his homosexual tendencies he would be an ideal candidate for MAGAROSH, the highest honor in the ORG ta organization aside from PAZUZU the leader.
(Britney nods in agreement.)
Orge – Listen Britney, I need to put my vision down into paper, if it is true I have prophesized the ending of Steven Segal it must be written. When a vision like that one I had is seen, than it is only a matter of time before it comes to pass.
(Orge moves over to his desk and opens up his book of prophecies; he begins to write down feverishly. Britney makes her way behind him, and starts to rub his shoulders.)