Don't ask me, I'll ask you.

[Ironman KJ]

The camera fades in from black to sweat glazed skin, bronze in colour clad in black trunks with razor sharp red details down the side. Standing back to the wall and facing the camera his gaze is firmly locked on his right bicep as he flexes his arm. Under his designer sunglasses his other hand carresses his beard in thought. His voice picks up as he adresses the camera. To the side another much smaller pudgy figure can be seen but remains out of focus.

 

I wasn't too long ago I was standing here right in this very spot tellin you all how tough I was. Tellin you about these juicy pythons bursting out of my shredded upper body. It wasn't too long ago I was raring to be the biggest thing to ever step foot on OCW. It wasn't too long ago I looked in the mirror and realised I was the best looking, most talented individual on the roster.

The arm relaxes and lowers to his side, his gaze now moving towards the camera as it pans in closer.

Your probably sitting at home, on your lazy boy eating your tv dinners and suckin' on your soda pops wondering who I even am. You're probably asking where I've been. Finishing off your last little french fry before catching a glimpse on the tv of everything that you couldn't, everything that you will never be. Stop asking questions and start answering them. Ironman Kevin Johnson didnt come here to be interviewed he came here to do the interviewing. You can call me the number on new staff member behind the mic as I ask you, yes YOU! the people at home how is it.

 

Right now, how do you feel. Right here, what is it do you see in front of you. Thats right, you can see greatness. You can see the biggest arms on the Western front, you can draw in with your beady little eyes the most perfectly formed body on all of television. This tan is attached to a body that you'll never have. This body is a bronzed body that you wish you could touch, this is a body moulded and crafter by the Australian sun and soil. This is something the yankee doodles sitting at home and in the locker room cannot campare too! They try as they might but they can't work as hard as the workhorse. I've been getting up at zero six hundred hours every morning, doing seven hours training, running fifteen miles a day! I've been training under the California sun, the neon night of Vegas and I've swam in the Hoover dam.

 

It wasn't but three days ago they tried to lock me up! I been training so hard, the mistook me. I wen't to the zoo and they thought I was trying to smuggle out live snakes and I said no officer these are my arms. These are the daily struggles I have to deal with! In New York, New York the Knicks thought I tried to steal basketballs out of Madison Square, they thought I was smuggling them out under my sleeves and I said no! Those are my biceps! These life struggles that you cant understand as normal people. They make me stronger, they make me a better man. Better than you and better than you can comprehend. Better than the rest of the locker room.

He slips the sunglasses off his face and hands them to the figure to his right to fold. He leers at the camera and raises a muscled hand, finger pointing down the barrel.

 

It's high time you people in the back and at home started listening to the Ironman. It's high time you took notice of whats coming. The storms been brewing and the Thunder From Downunder is finally here. How are you people gonna deal with The Man of Steel, the body with the power, the talk of the hour, so sweet he couldn't ever be sour. Open your eyes and see the writing on the wall OCW, Ironman's coming and all of hells coming with me.

 

End of rp

[Blackbeard]

Nice rp, especially liked the line about the zoo and snakes.

 

One question though..how in the moon and the stars do you get a 'muscled hand'?

[Ironman KJ]

Hands the size of lunchboxes baby.

[Ironman KJ]

Also thoughts on the red for text? Is it too hard to read?

[Bloom]

Also thoughts on the red for text? Is it too hard to read?

 

Use this method

 

Actions are bolded, no need to color them. If you must its yellow like

 

Bloom enters the room, and kicks the TV in its stupid TV Face.

 

Interactions are BOLDNAME: Normal font actions.

 

Bloom: Fuck you TV, I won't do what you tell me.

 

 

now you put it together.

 

The camera pans to Bloom staring at the monitor, after witnessing the freak of nature that is Ironman KJ. Bloom speaks his mind.

Bloom: Ironman KJ eh? I am not impressed by your performance.

Bloom twirls his mustache as the camera fades.

[Jacob Trance]

Use this method

 

Actions are bolded, no need to color them. If you must its yellow like

 

Bloom enters the room, and kicks the TV in its stupid TV Face.

 

Interactions are BOLDNAME: Normal font actions.

 

Bloom: Fuck you TV, I won't do what you tell me.

 

That method is for shows as it makes it easier for the poor bastard putting shows together if everything is in a standard format. The red text is fine, but Jay basically said what I was going to suggest, so Pugh/Dupree don't smash their keyboards.

[Ironman KJ]

Ah yes yes of course.

[Bloom]

When you submit YOU DO NOT HAVE TO COLOR. all you need to do is bold actions and bold names. The site color doesnt xfer to the html. Save time save money.

[Ironman KJ]

Doesn't let me edit yet. Sacre Bleugh