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Q vs Wildchild vs Bob vs Unprettier vs
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We fade up to the 411 logo, with ”Happyland:
Don’t You Know Who I Am?”
written beneath it. This fades as a boppy little synth melody
begins to play. We proceed into a package beginning with shots of Q,
helpfully labeled as such by an onscreen graphic, in various dramtic
stances and positions, including a couple flying through the air. The
little melody continues until the hard guitar begins to play with the
melody, then we go to real footage, also wih helpful labels. Q hits Gangsta with a brainbuster to the concrete. Q hits a sideways DDT on Ash into the concrete floor. Q dives through the ropes onto Twilight. Q superkicks Cyrus. Q hits Mach in the head with a steel chair as Mach goes for a spear. Q dives from the second rope, slamming a fire extinguisher into Asmodeus’ ribs. Q hits Shannon Skanes with a brainbuster. Q hits Diablo with a twisting Swanton bomb. Q drop toe holds The Moose into a table. Q fireman carries Damien into a backbreaker on the ramp way. Q hits a Two Hand Chokeslam on Frank Merritt. Q hits a DDT on Leech on the steel rampway. Q drags Nathan Cristion off a steel cage, crotching him on the top rope. Q chokeslams Menace. Q hits a fallen Wren Silverphoenix 4 times in the head with a steel chair. Now the lyrics start, sung in a breathy female voice that turns harsh in the chorus. Great party, where's Sally? Q hits Hitoni Kiashi with a pair of brass knuckles. Have you seen her rhynoplasty? Q hits Demona Calaway with the brass knuckles. I'm seeing her doctor, Q drop toe holds Ash into a car window. He's going to make me a star. Q hits the Q-Jumper into the ropes on Cyrus. I will be chart topping, Q holds up the CWA Tag Title belt. My name you should be dropping, A sign- “F U Q” My friends all adore me. Q and Tina in a lip lock. How could you just ignore me? Q holding 4 CWA Year End Awards. Hey you! Q hits Cerberus with a steel chair. Don't you know who I am? Q locks in the Mandible Claw on Dex Cooper Hey you! Q hits Dizz with a steel chair. Don't you know who I am? Q hits the Red Rose Vertigo on Diablo. Hey you! Q hits a down The Moose with a steel chair. Don't you know who I am? Wawoowawoowawoowawoowawoowaaa. Q hits The Freak, Himself with a (slowed motion) elbow drop from the top rope to the floor. Great party, where's Timmy? mlsq42, the other personality, the glasses give that way, gets hit with a Mooseplex from Moose. He's smoking crack with Billy. mlsq42 gets hit with the Striking Distance from Moose. Those guys are so funny, The Freak, Himself shatters a bong over the back of mlsq42’s head. They're making so much money. mlsq42, lying on the ground, out of it, the CWA IC and Hardcore belts lying on him. It's so cool to be a star, Q, getting pelted with garbage as he walks down to the ring, I'm shining you in your car. Q hits a Q-Jumper onto Ash, next to a car. You'll wave as I go by, Q hits a down Leech a few times with a steel chair. Pretend you know who we are. Q hits a gutwrench powerslam on Gangsta. Hey you! Q hits Jakob with the Barefoot, aka Sweet Chin Music. Don't you know who I am? Q chokeslams Leech in the same night, same tights, same ring. Hey you! Q does a roll up pin (remember, Q is a tad under 400 pounds here) on Max Cameron, in the same night. Don't you know who I am? Q hits the Q-Jumper on Max, again in the same night. Hey you! Q powers out of a Sharpshooter from Moose, same night. Don't you know who I am? Wawoowawoowawoowawoowawoowaaa. Q pins Dizz with his feet on the ropes, slowed down, different night. Hey you! (hey you!) Q dodges Dizz who slams into the ring barricade. Don't you know who I am? Q hits Red Rose Vertigo on Freak. Hey you! (hey you!) Q hits BasketKase with a pair of brass knuckles. Don't you know who I am? Q snap mares The Moose over him into a stack of tables. Hey you! (hey you!) Q hits Shannon Skanes with a steel chair. Don't you know who I am? Wawoowawoowawoowawoowawoowaaa. Q, pinning both Ash and Dizz in the middle of the Cell, slowed down. The song goes into a stereo back and forth noise, the vision switches to an alternating slow motion of Q doing a moonsault and Q hip tossing Moose from the top of the cage to the floor. Hey you! (hey you!) Q hits a Q-Jumper from the top rope on a jobber at a house show. Don't you know who I am? Q hits the Q-Jumper on Diablo. Hey you! (hey you!) Q hits Asmodeus with a Q-Jumper. Don't you know who I am? Q hits Leech with the Q-Jumper. Hey you! (hey you!) Q hits the Q-Jumper on Dizz. Don't you know who I am? Q hits the Q-Jumper on Max Cameron. Wawoowawoowawoowawoowawoowaaa. Q, holding the World title belt up high, fade out. |
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"Okay Kris. It's becoming a
problem." 'This must be serious' he though to himself. Phil the company whipping boy, the coffee boy who worked his way up but was still looked down on by those who worked for him was nowhere to be seen. Instead Unprettier was being lectured by Steve Johnston. He looked the part. Armani pin stripe suit. Shortly cropped hair, with immucalate sideburns. Steve: We've had to cancel to more gigs because of your schedule. We are not happy. Unprettier: Look, I've had my schedule at the 411fed for over 6 months. I gave it personally to Phil. Steve: Phil! Phil is an incompetant moron. From now on you speak only to me. You got that. Unprettier: Sure thing. As I was saying, you guys knew my schedule. You knew I wouldn't be able to do these gigs, yet you still booked them. Steve: Well your credibility is flying straight out the window. Unprettier: Don't put the credibility blame on me. You are the ones who try to set me up on dates with random supermodels in the hope of getting a front page of some magazine that anyone with the ability to form cognitive thoughts wouldn't even use to wipe there asses. You are the ones who booked gigs that you knew I couldn't make. This whole damn company is about as credible as a daycare centre run by the Jackson family. I had to fly all the way from Washington to speak to you in person, and when I get here is turns out you couldn't make it, so I had to book into a hotel. You're credibility is flying out of the window Steve. He felt good as he climbed into his cab. He knew his rant was of little use but for the time being it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He lit a cigarette. "Hey buddy. You can't smoke in here" A twenty shut him up. |
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Kat had watched the tiny television
screen closely , Q would be one of her first opponents since completing
her re-training back in Japan , this fight however even Bob must be seen
as an opponent , centering herself , Kat remembers what she's learned
about those she must now face. Their lives. Their dreams. Their tragedies... She knows them better than she knows herself... Unprettier : - A star soon to fall. Wildchild : - The broken beast. Q : - A soul torn in two. Bob : - Her friend ... Her concentration is broken only minutes later by a hand apon her shoulder. Kat : "Momo-chan , I thought you agreed to stay at the hotel , I don't want you hurt again , not in your condition." Momo's pregnancy doesn't yet show. Altho Kats concern certainly does. Momo : "Don't worry Kat-chan , some friends brought me here." As if in-cue Tracy enters the lockerroom door. Tracy : "We're taking Bob out to lunch and he'de really like it if you could come along Kat." Kat : "Sure , sounds like fun." Very soon the trio of women join the two guys waitting outside. Remembering what Kat had taught him Bob bowed. Kat returned the , unexpected , honor. "The car is this way..." From the sound of Tracy's voice you could tell she was eager to just get this over with. Many jokes are made and many laughs are had on the way to the nearby Italian restarant , noone could have forseen the perils too soon to come. |
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We fade up onto a largish dressing
room. A few shirts are hanging in the background, some with "The
State" on them, others with "Reality Sucks", and one or
two with "Accept Reality" on them. There are 3 people in this
dressing room. Through the wonders of post editing, they are labeled.
The man and woman playing cards are Q, and Shelia Lavin. The other woman
who is standing in front of a TV that is facing away from us, is Tina.
Tina's face is scrunched up in confusion. "Yo, Q, have you seen this stuff?" "What is this stuff you're talking about?" "This DVD of all the stuff thus far put out by the other guys in this 411Fed you've joined." "And why didn't you get me a contract too? It's not exactly a tough touring program." "Because, Shelia, 411Fed is different, apparently. The Dweeb assures me that they would have no idea how to handle you. You want to be seen as nothing but eyecandy?" "Ok, fine." "Good. Now, what about the stuff Tina?" "No-ones cutting any promos." "You mean someone sent us a blank DVD?" "No, there's a fair amount of stuff, but... it's not normal. I mean, I see a few things that look and sound vaguly like promos, but nothing like The Dweeb's work." "Really?" Q gets up and walks over to the TV screen. He watches the screen for a while, then presses a button on the remote, and watches more. "What is this, a Professional Wrestling company or Big Brother?" He then presses the button again, and watches more. Finally, an evil looking grin crosses Q's face. "Now I understand why The Dweeb was so eager to join this place." "Why?" "Because he's going to have a fucking field day on these guys. Forget fish in a barrel, this is going to be like shooting elephants in a tin can." "Is that an Australian expression I haven't heard before?" "No, I just made it up." "Well it sucks." "Are you sure The Dweeb shouldn't adjust to this style?" "Hell no. They will not know what hit them. 23 will be a lucky number." Q goes back to his card game. "He's going to make them doubt their own existance once he's done with some of these guys." |
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New York City ..... It's noisy, it's crowded, it's Dirty , the yellow of the cabs the only colour apparent in this metropolis. Buildings reaching for the skies blocking out all the light , pigeons ,little more than rats on wings, flying everywhere, and every passer by so jaded by these sights they don't even notice them, or each other. ..... 'Home sweet Home' Tracey thinks to herself with a gratified smile on her face, here should could get away from Bob for a bit, soak in the power that was this city, and check up on a few things. ..... Bob was chattering away incessantly with his Friend Kat, finally reunited after a long absence, she wasn't paying too much attention anyways, like a spider sensing a struggle insect caught on one of her threads, she had her mind set on other things. It was time to check her Web. ..... Being the only one really familiar with this City, she brought them to an Italian restaurant she knew , which happened, by pure coincidence of course, to be on the bottom floor of the Goldsen Inc building. She was home. ..... Excusing herself, explaining she wasnt very hungry , she left them in the restaurant and made her way to the top floor, to the office of a one Mr. Goldsen. ..... The top floor was what one would expect from a successful business man , plush carpets, walls lined with the finest of art work. The occasion plant here an there , and all the doors had bright gold plaques with the names of those within engraved with skill and precision. She ignored these door though , as she walked down the hallway to the secretary, sitting behind a large, immaculate oak desk,the secretary was occupied filling her nails and taking phone calls. 'Probably talking to her mother again' Tracey though as she approached the desk "Hello Susan.. is Mr. Goldsen in ?, I need to speak to him right away" Tracey asked politely , but she spoke out of formality only , there was no warmth in her voice" " yeah , he's in dere, ya's got an appointment ? " Susan replied in her Nasal Tone, not bothering to look up from doing her nails. "Ahem" Tracey clears her throat loudly "Ya outta get a throat candy for hun, can't be good" Susan replies not looking up. " Shall I have Mr. Goldsen terminate your services.. or would you prefer I do it myself ?" Tracey asks coldly " listen lady , I asked you . . " Susan is cut of mid sentence as she finally looks up to see who it is. "Oh Im sorry Miss Macyntyre , didnt reconize you voice, you seemed to have pick up a bit of an accent ,Im sooo sorry , please let me call Mr. Goldsen for you.. " Susan apologizes quickly as she fumbles with the phone. "Just tell him Im on my way in" Tracey replies between clenched teeth "Ive picked up an accent ? damn that Bob " Tracey thinks angrily to herself as she walks towards the large double doors of Mr. Goldsen's office.Bright platinum letters a full 1 foot high each spell out 'Goldsen Inc' are emblazoned on the dark mahogany doors. Pausing only to straighten her hair and compose herself, she knocks politely then walks in. Some people believe the best view of New York city is from atop the empire state building , others claim the statue of liberty has a more appealing view, none of these people have seen the view from Mr. Goldsen's office. "Tracey , how good to see you again.." Mr. Goldsen says getting up from his desk to shake her hand," how are thing progressing ?" he asks "About as well as can be expected Sir, although I really don't understand this fascination you have with this business, there are much more lucrative ... " Tracey begins "I know , I know Tracey, but life isnt all about money you know , we all need a little fun " He replies smiling "Speaking of which I have something I need to talk to you about, please have a seat" Mr. Goldsen says pointing to a chair. " Tracey, I know you don't enjoy this wrestling stuff.. " Mr. Goldsens begins " But I have to wonder , why did you have me do business with those dynasty people ? especially after what they did to you in Calgary ? " "That's exactly why I asked you to do business with them... do you follow the agreement I laid out ?" Tracey asked "Right down to the letter, exactly as you asked" Mr. Goldsen replies "Did you include that extra clause I asked you too ?" Tracey asks hopefully "Of course I did Tracey . . you sure this is what you want ?" Goldsen asks Tracey suspicion were correct , her web had caught a few flies. "Very much sir , I better be going now, sir, Bob is downstairs having lunch at Luigi's with Kat , I best not leave him alone. Shaking Mr. Goldsen's hand she left her office to make her way downstairs to join Bob, Kat and her friends at the restaurant. Sounds of laughter can be heard as Tracey enters the restaurant , sure enough the sounds are coming from Bob and he gleefully Tells Kat another story , probably a knock knock joke or something equally childish. As she approaches the Table , Bob stands up politely, pulling out a seat for her and Tracey sits ,somewhat surprised. When her cell phone rings "Pardon me a moment" Tracey replies as she reaches for her phone, and Turning her head away so the others can't hear her " Who is this?" Tracey responds bitterly in a hushed tone "Hi Tracey, is Bob around?" the familiar voice of Will asks "YOU! How dare you have the gall to call after what you did to Bob?!" Tracey says angrily "I....I called to apologize. I rewatched what happen.....my anger got the best of me, and Bob sadly fell into my sights. Is he around?" " He's nursing his injuries right now " Tracey lies, as Bob continues to talk with Kat "And even if he was available, I doubt he would want to talk to the likes of you. You almost damaged my profit...." "That's all he is to you? Some petty money?" " Screw it, I have no time to talk with you ! !." She replies in aloud voice,ending the call, almost losing the grip of the phone as she jams it back in her purse. The whole Table is silent after her sudden outburst. "Tracey you ok ? you look upset ?" Bob asks concerned "Im fine " Tracey replies "Who was on the phone Tracey ? " Bob asks , a look of concern still on his face "No one important Bob, have you ordered yet ? , They have some great pasta here " |
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(O.O.C. Sorry for so many spelling
errors , Bleeder-sama will help me iron those out later. ) The interior of the Italian restarant was decoratted in fine woods and importted marbles , Momo couldn't see any of that , but she could smell the expensive perfumes in the air around they're table. She ordered the Spaghetti in Clam sauce. Momo : "This place even sounds expensive ( the clattering of fine Crastal and Prosalyn , a background noise to anyone else , provided Momo with yet another clue to the opulance of her surroundings) , so who's paying? Momo couldn't see the credit card Tracy pulled from her purse , "I guess this would count as a business expence" , or atleast it would on her report next month... As the combersation between Kat and Bob continued all thru dinner Momo sat , mostly lissioning , to what had been going on around her , until that word came up , a English word she'de learned well in the las few months , "pregnant." Maybe it had been the theft of several forks full of Kat's chocolate cake , or the fact that Momo had crumbled them into her pasta , but Tracy now knew , which means. Bob : "Hiro , your gonna be a daddy." Hiro : "Hai Bob-san." Bob : "But you still love Kat , right?" Hiro : "Yes Bob-san , very much." Bob : "I'm confussed..." The back and forth continued for the next hour , only ending with a whispered need of aid from Momo to Kat. The , ever watchful , Tracy can read the words written on the young soon-to be mothers barely moving lips. Tracy : "I'll take her , I haveto go myself." The duo leave the restarant quietly and soon find themselves in Tracy's , aging , luxury car. Tracy : "Momo-chan , there are a few questions i've been wanting to ask you. Momo : "Then ask." Momo speaks bluntly , while fighting of another yawn. Tracy : "Your eyesight..." Tracy doesn't get to finish asking her question before she reseaves an anwser. Momo : "An auto accident , lost my sight and my mother at same time." Any further questions remain unasked for now , as Tracy hands her young temporary charge over to a waiting bellhop. Returning to her car , but not yet to the road , Tracy uses her mobile phone for one more important Business call. Tracy : " Hi Mom , it's me , Tracy..." |
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"Tracey ? Tracey who ? " a woman's voice answers "It's me Mother, Tracey " she pauses for a moment "Your daughter .." "Oh TRACEY , how you doing ? have you taken over that company yet ? " Tracey's mother asks almost absentmindedly "Mother, you know I havent.." Tracey begins "Got a seat on the NYSE yet ? " Trace's mother interrupts " NO..." Tracey says somewhat crestfallen " Made your first billion yet ? " Tracey's mother continues "Almost Mother , Im just calling to... " Tracey began, in a sheepish voice "How old are you now dear ?" "You know old I am . ." Tracey begins "Answer the question " Trace's Mother asks " Mom you know Im 28 years old . ." Tracey begins, her voice now sounding like a young child being scolded. " And you DON'T have a seat on the nyse yet ? don't own your own company yet ? Tracey my dear by the time I was 21 I had a seat on the nyse and had.. " "I know a 49 percent ownership in Packard bell . .yes Mother I know all that , but that's not why I called, I was just thinking that.. "Tracey, you know Im a very busy woman, and remember our agreement, once you have your seat on the NYSE we'll have lunch, but now I got to , arrivederci darling, Im off to Rome for dinner " and with that she hangs up. ..... Tracey takes a moment to wipe away something from her eye, and to restore her makeup, as she thinks of her brief conversation with Momo, and how she's had to spend all this time without a mother. "Lucky girl" Tracey mutters bitterly under her breath, as she once again has to wipe something from her eye. ----------------------------------------------------------- Later that evening . . . ..... It had been a long day for Kat , she was happy to have seen her friend Bob again, and to finally be re-united with her lovers, Momo and Hiro finally at their hotel room, but still she was looking forward to leaving this city, Momo had spent so much time recovering from her injuries here... But that was the past now, she was only thinking about right now, of being with her loved ones, and of the future small ones that would soon enter their lives. ..... Momo had been a handful that day, stubbornly independent and refusing help when offered, and although Bob never said anything about it , he was watching Momo like an overprotective mother ready to help at a moments glance. If Momo could have seen his face she would have been furious. Kat had to smile at that. "Im going to take a shower " Hiro say ,bringing Kat out of her reverie "don't you two start without me" Hiro says smiling "Does this mean he's going to start singing" Momo asks "Im afraid so" Kat says smiling Approaching Momo to give her a quick Hug, Kat places her hand on Momo's abdomen " Perhaps they will inheihit Hiro's voice, and they can go on tour together" Kat says trying not to giggle to loudly. ..... Smiling herself Momo reaches around Kat to pull her in for a hug, and the two hold each other for a while, happy to be in each others arms, the peace only broken as thes sounds of Hiro's offkey singing now breaking the silence, causing the two women to giggle momentarily. ..... Momo then leans her head forward slightly to kiss Kat's neck, her soft , warm lips gently tasting Kat's skin, she pulls Kat to her closer , no longer merely a simple hug ,but a lovers embrace, Momo's hands begin to explore her lovers back, moving downward , softly caressing her as her hands reach and fondle the more sensitive parts of her body.. ..... Kat melts in her arms as Momo continues to kiss her neck and throat, moving to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and playfully biting her, then whispering hotly in Kat's ear, in a hot throaty tone sending shivers down Kat's spine, as Kat's returns her lover's attentions by kissing her neck "I guess we'll have to find something to " Momo pauses to gently suckle on Kat's earlobe " drown out his singing . ." Momo whispers seductively, as she does so her hands moves o begin to unbutton Kat's blouse, as each button is undone, Momo kisses and licks the newly exposed skin working her way down until the last button is undone , her hands now gently moving the fabric of Kat's blouse away from Kat's now hot skin , Momo's hands caress down her throat to her belly, using her nails to trace around her belly button, until slowly moving her hands back up to finally caress Kat's . . . KNOCK KNOCK The sound of someone knocking at the door bring the two back to reality KNOCK KNOCK "One moment please" Kat replies in a hoarse whisper but doesnt make any movement towards the door. "I dont think they can here you Kat" Momo whispers into her ear smiling.. "What ? oh yeah " composing her self and quickly buttoning her blouse she walks over to the door, somewhat unsteady. "Who is it . ." Kat begins to say in a broken voice, then clears her throat "Ahem.. Who is it ? " she manages to ask finally in a clear voice, causing Momo to giggle. "Front Desk Ma'am, I have a delivery for you ?" a man's voice answer "We didnt order anything ?" Kat answers confused " who's it from ?" "One sec ma'am . . Its says its from Bob, can't read the last name, and its addressed to Momo" the man replies "For Momo ? , Momo are you expecting anything from Bob ? " Kat asks ? "No. . " Momo's replies as she places her hand on her Belly " Only from Hiro " she answers with a wicked smile. "Momo-Chan sometimes I wonder.. " she opens the door and waiting in the hallways is a man holding a large basket of flowers and a clipboard, he hands over the clipboard to Kat," Ma'am, if you could sign here please ? " "Of course" Kat replies signing the offered clipboard and taking the basket of flowers "Thank you ma'am Ill be right back with the rest ma'am" the delivery says as he makes his way down the hallway "The rest ?" Kat answers as she brings the basket over to Momo and reads the card for her "Congratulations Momo , I know you will make a great Mom, love Bob" A moment later the delivery man returns with a large stuffed toy which takes up the entire doorway, after a brief struggle finally manages to push it through. "Where shall I put this " He asks holding what now can be seen as a huge teddy bear almost as big as him "On the bed I suppose . ." Kat begins bewildered "Ok, shall the put the rest there as well ?" he asks politely "The rest ? " both Momo and Kat respond together ? Several trips later, the delivery man finally finishes his job, the bed is now completely full of stuffed toys of every shape ,size and colour. Kat simply stares in amazement at the veritable zoo on her bed, Momo merely feels about silently in awe at the sheer mass of plush toys.. ..... Hiro finally comes out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel he stops in midstride at the site before him, a bed covered in plush soft toys . . " I didnt think I was in the shower that long . . " |
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Unprettier looked at Leroy curiosly.
Here was a man his a few years his junoir incontrol calling the shots.
Yet somehow he managed to slide into the position perfectly. They had
never really spoken to each other much, but yet somehow seemed bonded by
their enmity towards Leroy's father. Unprettier's history with Acid
plagued his career at the 411fed. Acid was Unprettier self appointed
mentor. For someone so involved in psycological aspects of warfare like
himself, Unprettier found Acid's mind games patronising. Leroy lent back
in his chair. Leroy: What's happened Kris? Unprettier was surprised Leroy even knew his first name. Unprettier: Care to be a little less vague. Leroy: Not really, cause I know you know what I'm talking about. Unprettier stared blankly. Leroy: You've changed after these last few weeks. You've become a little more unpredicted. Which isn't a bad thing. It keeps your enemies on their toes. But Kris, you've also become directionless. That's a dangerous combination. Unprettier: You're wrong. I do have a direction. And it's straight down. Leroy: Nobody really expected you to win against Titanium. Unprettier: Thanks. Leroy: You see. I throw that in your face and you just replied with cynicism. You were close to winning the title. Closer than you've ever been. But you can't let one defeat hang over you for the rest of your career. You know, your win loss record is the second best in the company. Unprettier: Yeah, after the champ. Leroy: You're good Kris. But I know you can be better. You've got too many distractions. Too many eyes on you. You've gotta forget about trying to please everyone else and try to please yourself. Unprettier thought a lot about his title loss. It was a thorn in is side. But it wasn't the only thorn. As he sat there across from Leroy, his mind cast back to the summer of 2002. His first chance at taking the World Title stopped by Lance Evans. Leroy: The rumble is coming up. You're good at these things. You seemed to work better wen the odds are agaisnt you. It's almost like you have an air of invincibility when you do. I say go out there and forget about the past. Forget about the losses. Hell forget about the fans. Just go out there, representing one man. Leroy pointed his finger at Unprettier. As he stood in the corridor, Unprettier wondered why Leroy took so much interest in his success. Was this downward spiral that obvious? He looked at his reflection in the glass of a photograph mounted ont he wall. He didn't look any different. Suddenly his focus turned away from his reflection, to the actual photo. A big beaming smile. On the plaque it read: Lance Evans. Former World Champion. |
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He arrived at the arena early for the
first time in months. The security guard who had the early morning shift
was usually on first name terms with the rest of the superstars.
"Morning Mr Unprettier". Unprettier chuckled at how absurd it
souned. He drifted through the corridors in a daze. His eyes trained
directly infront of him. He had never really made any friends in his two
years here. Noreal allies either. The partnership with Evans was merely
dumb luck. They had entered as a four man unit along with Rhynoes'R'Us and
Wildchild, but were split straight away into two tag teams. With so few
connections around him, Unprettier was lost at what to do with the day. He
approached a stagehand who was carrying a box of lightbulbs. Unprettier: Is Leroy around? Leroy's motivational speech had stirred something inside Unprettier. The two sides of his life were connected by one bitter common ground. As a wrestler Unprettier soon learnt to alienate himself. He thought he worked better that way. You can't get stabbed in the back, if you aren't turning your back on anyone. As a "rock star" alienating yourself was near impossible. A constant barrage of no named 'yes' men controlling his life. He was just a cog in a huge corperate machine churning out shiny disc after shiny disc. The common ground that both lifes found? The emptiness. Stagehand: I'm sorry, who didy ou say you were looking for? Unprettier: Leroy. Leroy Brown. Stagehand: I ain't seen him. He hasn't been around for a good couple of months. Unprettier: You must be mistaken. I spoke to him yesterday. Are you sure you haven't just not seen him around? Stagehand: I've been working every week day for the last 13 months. You see I'm saving up my holiday for this June. Gonna rent out a yacht and- Unprettier: I spoke to him yesterday. In his office. Stagehand: Well maybe you should check his office. Unprettier walked away not really thinking much about the stagehands absent mind. But his head started to spin as he looked at the office door. The sign which had read Commissioner Leroy Brown, now read Commissioner Acid Jackrabbit. He span around and pressed his fingers to his temple. Staring down at him was Lance Evans. Big beaming smile as usual. |
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It was early the next morning , the Hotel Bob was staying in had a
gym conveniently next door which was available for all the patrons of the
hotel free of charge. And since the Hotel was known to be frequented by
wrestlers from time to time, it was always busy. ..... Bob was in a good mood, not only was he reunited with Kat, but her friend Momo had finally healed up from that horrible attack which lead to their first meeting, funny how something so terrible could lead to a friendship. ..... And better yet, Momo was pregnant, She was going to be a Mom, and so was Kat ! or at least a step Mom..Or was it Mother-law ? Bob actually wasnt quite how Kat fit into all of that with Hiro and Momo. ..... Anyways it was time for a good workout so he would be ready for the upcoming rumble, so after warming up for a bit he made his way over to the free weights to do some bicep curls when a man approached him. "Pardon me.. I don't mean to interrupt, but arent you Bob, the 411fed wrestler ? My name is Barry, Barry wonka " "Nice to meet you Barry" Bob replies cordially extending his hand to shake Barry's "Do you mind If I ask you a few questions ? Im a writer for a wrestling website and also a fan . . " Barry begins tentatively "Sure , go ahead " Bob replies with a smile "Well Id like to ask about your last match, with Will 007, I don't suppose you've read or heard what people have been saying about Will have you ? " "Im sorry , havent had much time for that" Bob says apologetically " I hope people enjoyed the match, we tried our best" "Oh they did, was one of the biggest pops of the night " Barry begins as Bob smiles at the compliment "But the match was supposed to be a TKO hardcore match.. but the two of you didnt seem to wrestle that way for most of the match, why was that ? " Barry asks "Well, me and Will had talked about it before.. and well , we felt the match was wrong , it wasnt for the fans, and neither of hated each other or nothin', so we wrestled our way " "Ok, then are you upset at Will then for what he did ?" " What did Will do ?" Bob asks confused "You know, what he did at the end of the match ? when he went psycho on you, to get the win " Barry asks " Why would I be mad ? we're wrestlers, we are supposed to try to win out matches you know " Bob replies as if explain something to a child "But Bob . . . " Barry begins, starting to think to himself that maybe Bob took a little too much of a beating " Do you remember what he did to you ? he could have permanently injured you, or worse ?" "But he didnt" Bob replies simply Barry looks a little amazed at Bob's reply and simply stays silent for a moment "All will did was what we agreed to do, wrestle a good match, and he kept his word, that's what friends do" "You can call him a friend after what he did to you ?" "Yeah , he just got mad is all" Bob answers shrugging " He didnt mean to do that" " Ok what about the Rumble , in it you will be up against your own Tag partner Kat, what do you feel about that" Barry asks Bob pauses for a moment before replying "she's my best friend Ive had since coming to 411fed, so I dont like it at all" "Are you afraid that Kat will attack you in the rumble, eliminate you and end your friendship with her ?" "Why would that end our friendship ? " Bob asks taken aback at the question "She's my friend Barry, and always will be ,Friends are forever" Bob replies matter of factly. ..... Barry continues to Interview Bob for a few more minutes, asking various questions, neither Bob or Barry notice that one of the other men in the Gym had stopped lifting his weights to listen in to their conversation. Or to see his face light up as he recognizes the name Bob and who he is. ..... No one noticed the man now sitting quietly listening in, or they would have noticed the strange expression on his face. First a very thin smile, self satisfied smirk, as if hearing a joke no one else was privy too. ..... But most of all they didnt notice his eyes, it was as if 2 people were sharing a window to look out onto the world, at first a watcher, a planner, with a glint of intelligence and patience just waiting for the right moment, the second one, cold, malicious and barely contained. ..... If you could look close enough into those eyes, there was a faint shadow, or perhaps just the memory of one, long discarded and forgotten, like an old ,faded photograph, placed in a shoebox and put into a dark closet for safe keeping. But no one there was close enough to see that. |
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"I dunno what’s going on. I feel like I'm losing my mind. It feels like there is a heavy weight around my neck dragging me down. I can’t sleep at nights and when I’m awake, it feels like I’m dreaming. I keep on spacing out and imagining stuff. But when I imagine it it’s so real that I get confused as to whether it really happens." “So why did you come to me?” “Why do you think? To get cured. To get some pills that will stop my head from hurting.” “But why me?” Dr Daniels lent forward in his chair as Unprettier pondered the question. Unprettier: You’re a psychiatrist. I thought you’d be able to help. Daniels: But I’m not just any old psychiatrist. I have another patient at the 411fed. Unprettier: I know. Titanium Insomniac. Daniels: It never ceases to amuse me that you refer to each other with your wrestler names. Do you even know his real name? Unprettier: I dunno. John something. I mean what does it matter. Daniels: I think it matters a lot. I think you some how connect these headaches and pains to John. You two were close? Unprettier: Hardly. I can’t stand the guy. He probably feels the same. Daniels: You don’t have to be friends to be close you know. Are you jealous of his success? Unprettier coughed before replying. Unprettier: Oh yeah the guy has made a real success of his life. He runs around in a mask quoting Shakespeare. If anything he should be jealous of me. Daniels: Do you really feel that way? Unprettier: Of course. I mean I’m a huge star. I’m selling out concerts all over the country. I was on the cover of Rolling Stone. Daniels: Is it just Titanium Insomniac who should be jealous of you or everyone? Unprettier: Don’t try to box me in here. I don’t think I’m better than everyone else. It’s just that everyone is so damn judgemental. It’s like all eyes are trained on me. Everyone has such high expectations of me. Daniels: Do you feel you are letting people down? Unprettier: Hell no. I’m not doing this for anyone but myself. All the people at the record company are only concerned about making money. The media are only building me up so they can break me down later. They’re all jackasses. Daniels: And what about the fans? The people who pay to see you wrestle? The people who buy your CDs? Do you care about them? Unprettier paused for a minute. He hadn’t realised he had been fidgeting with his car keys. Unprettier: I know I’m not a nice person. I’m role model. I never wanted to be one either. If the fans look up to me, that’s there problem, not mine. I write music for myself. I’ll admit this now. I had a troubled past. But that’s all I’m going to say about it. When I write music, it’s as if I have to face my demons. But when I confront them, they aren’t as scary as they once seemed. I don’t get that with wrestling. Wrestling teaches me to take my anger out on my problems. Act like I don’t have any problems. Writing teaches me to except my problems. And through that acceptance, I can learn to deal with them. Daniels: So why not quit wrestling? Unprettier: Because I like the anger. I like how the violence makes me feel. Daniels stroked his cheek and wrote down a couple of notes. Unprettier noticed and sat up straight. Casually catching glances at the notepad. Unprettier: You’re not going to tell Titanium I came to see you. Daniels: Of course not. After the session ended Unprettier walked the streets of New York City. It was early evening, but still quite warm. No drugs were prescribed, and he didn’t feel he needed them. Yet the weight still hung around his neck. As he passed under the shadows of the skyscrapers, he could feel the temperature drop drastically. As he placed his hands into his pocket, he felt a piece of paper. It was a part of ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’. He couldn’t remember tearing it out and questioned how it got there. He stopped and read it in his head. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. |
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"You're doing what?" "Mark, are you sure that's wise?" "What do you expect to prove man? You've done it all already, tell me why!" "You do remember what the doctor said?" The many questions reverberated round Mark Turner's mind as he sat on a plane, making the long cross Atlantic flight. Some had been asked in the many phone calls he had made, others didn't even need to be spoken. He knew full well what people would be thinking. "The kid got nowhere in 411, what makes you think you can do any better?" Turbo looks down at the photo of CKY on the front of an old ECF magazine he'd been thumbing through. Well, apart from the fact I'm not in rehab, and I've got a cast iron contract that Acid dare not break, what more do you want? "Acid's gonna be pissed." That's what I'm counting on... ~ The flight had been... uncomfortable. Economy seats had always been a tight squeeze, and with the security of his road agent work with ECF gone, upgrading was not an option. Turbo didn't trust Leroy enough to splash the cash from this promised contract either. There were bound to be conditions... So you could say that Turbs had hit the ground running. Hardly relaxed after the taxing journey, but smiling nonetheless. Pleased to actually be able to feel his buttcheeks once more. That and he'd always liked New York. (Don't take it the wrong way, he's got no dislike for any of the Americas, it's just there's something about the big city, the way you can just 'blend in' no matter who you are.) The good mood doesn't last for long though. He stands waving his friendly taxi driver off outside the hotel and is barged into by a much smaller man with a goatee and eyes filled with malevolence. "Why, you bloody rude little..." He's cut short as a one fingered gesture is sent his way. In the past that would be Turbo's cue to teach the punk a lesson with some DIY dentistry, but for some reason he's left scratching his head, wondering where he recognizes the other man from. "Fat asshole shouldn't be in my damn way." Coren thought to himself as he headed off down the busy street. ~ "You're rather late checking in Mr Turner, so I'm afraid your choice of room will be quite limited. Most of the other wrestlers have been here a whole week already!" Turbo just shrugs nonchalantly, can't be worse than that plane seat. "Hey, is that the list of the other wrestlers staying here? Mind if I take a look?" He doesn't hear the protest being made as he just helps himself. One long list of names, most of which he's never even heard of. One stands out... Wildchild. His last opponent before the car crash. The last guy he'd got to wrestle. Kidnapped his brother trying to get some kind of advantage, the type who'd do whatever it takes to survive. Survival of the fittest? Was that what he used to say? Well Turbo sure hadn't seen him surviving much round ECF recently. Sure might be nice to 'catch up'... A quick shower and change of clothes later and Turbo is checking out the hotel's gym facilities. Disappointed not to see his old adversary there, he's about to turn and leave when... "Hey, Don't I recognise you from somewhere?" He turns defensively to meet a collosus of a man with a big beaming grin standing over him. Bob introduces himself, and straight away Turbo has a good feeling about him. He's a good guy, you can just tell... "It's Turbo isn't it? I must have seen some tapes of you, but geez that was a long time ago. Is it true you're going to be at the rumble?" Turbs raises a hand. "Whoa, calm down mate. Just call me Mark. There's some way to go before I'm comfortable being Turbo again." Bob looks this newcomer up and down. Turbs beergut is hanging over the top of his shorts quite noticably. "Ahh. I see." He gives a knowing look, that speaks volumes to Turbo. This guy might appear not to be the brightest star in the sky, but he's sharp enough when it counts. "You need to be putting some hours in to get ready. Hey, you want a hand? I could spot you if you like?" Turbs takes a look round the busy gym and shakes his head. "Thanks but no thanks mate. Looks like too much bloody hard work for me." "No problem, maybe some other time." Bob shrugs and turns to go. "Wait. You must be thirsty after your workout. Howabout I buy you a drink and you can fill me in on some of things I need to know about 411." They'd got on fine, just as the old pro thought they would. The more information he got, the more secure he felt. Turbs was starting to feel more confident of the challenges that were going to be coming up. "So tell me about this... Dynasty" ~ Elsewhere, Acid sits in his office. He's handed a medical dossier by someone unseen. The name at the top: Mark Turner. He takes a moment to take in the important details. A sly smile spreads across his lips. "Excellent..." |
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