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Post by Johnny Morton on Mar 21, 2011 14:58:50 GMT -5
(We go into what looks like a doctors office. Inside the room we find Johnny Morton sitting on a chair with a doctor holding a clipboard in a seat next too him. They two begin to talk.)
Johnny Morton - So what's the deal Doc?
Doctor - It's simple Johnny, you suffered a very bad concussion and have no business being inside the ring.
Johnny Morton - Come on Doc Jenkins. I know that.
(With that we learn the doctors name is Dr. Jenkins.)
Dr. Jenkins - What exactly do you want to know?
Johnny Morton - Why did a simple armdrag knock my ass out?
Dr. Jenkins - It's due to the concussion. You should honestly take a few weeks off.
Johnny Morton - Well I have a match on April 3rd.
Dr. Jenkins - Hmm. That's two weeks. But after your feinting accident, and banging your head last night. You honestly should take 4-6 weeks.
Johnny Morton - Are you insane?
Dr. Jenkins - No. I'm giving you my honest to God professional opinion.
Johnny Morton - You need a new profession doc.
Dr. Jenkins - That's not fair Mr. Morton.
Johnny Morton - It sure is.
Dr. Jenkins - I'm just looking out for you. Concussions shouldn't be taken lightly. And I hope you take my advice.
Johnny Morton - Well I'm not.
Dr. Jenkins - Then you leave me no other option but to call Mr. Russell Lee and inform him you haven't been medically cleared.
Johnny Morton - You do that and it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Dr. Jenkins - Johnny are you honestly threatening me?
Johnny Morton - I don't threat Doc.
Dr. Jenkins - Well that's how it sounds.
Johnny Morton - Listen and listen close. April 3rd I have a chance at the GWA's biggest prize and a huge $4,000 plus paycheck! You no anyone is stepping in my way.
Dr. Jenkins - I understand your frustration. But you could seriously get injured long term without the rest.
Johnny Morton - Alright. Look I'm in shape. No worries if I take a complete 2 weeks off from training and just lay on my ass, could that help?
Dr. Jenkins - Greatly, but it still won't be enough.
Johnny Morton - BULL!
Dr. Jenkins - Calm down, please calm down.
Johnny Morton - NO! I refuse to sit here and listen to this rubbish. My career has been very successful thus far and I'm still only a few months into it. And now I have a chance at not only the GWA's biggest prize, but easily the biggest prize in wrestling today! And here you stand, trying to stop me from fulfilling my dream. All because of a stupid weak ass concussion!
Dr. Jenkins - Well a simple armdrag caused you to bump your head and you were out cold. Not so weak ass now is it?
Johnny Morton - Now you're trying to be a smart ass?
Dr. Jenkins - Not at all. Just pointing out a crucial flaw in your statement.
Johnny Morton - I see. But either way I don't like it.
Dr. Jenkins - I do apologies. I wish things were different.
Johnny Morton - Me too.
Dr. Jenkins - So what do we do?
Johnny Morton - Well you heard my warning. Make sure you understand it!
(Johnny gets up and tosses the chair out from underneath him and storms out of the office slamming the door behind him, as the feed ends.)
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Post by TKO on Mar 29, 2011 19:27:27 GMT -5
Thomas Keith Orenthal is not a happy man at the moment. He is sitting on a chair at the gym he usually works out in and is starring out of the window and looking down on traffic as it goes by in downtown Cleveland rush hour.
He has just finished his work out with KOP. This work out was not a good one. KOP kicked the crap out of Thomas in one of his rare personal work out appearances. It appears that a challenge has been issued to The Dark Horse Society for the GWA 10 year anniversary show and KOP is awaiting a response to see if DHS will battle Ultimate Pain.
KOP has decided to work out again on a part time basis to keep in shape and so he and TKO will butt heads in the practice ring more often. But today TKO was destroyed in the ring. Then he got the a$$ chewing of a lifetime from Ray Andrews.
Ray screamed at him and asked him how bad did he want to be a champion again. He chastised TKO for not working harder last week and then losing to Alex Mason. KOP told him that guys like Alex Mason stay busy all the time and are constantly in action and you cannot take them lightly at anytime.
Thomas knows all of this. He did not need The King of Pain to lay this out for him. It got so bad in this workout that KOP got up and chewed him out and shook his head and left. The stuff about losing to Alex Mason and not being prepared hurt TKO, but what really got to him was the last thing KOP said.
KOP: If you want that Melba girl to stick with you, then you had better know when to rise to the occasion. She is already hired by Nalia’s modeling agency and I have no doubt that girl will make it big. She knows when her opportunities are at her front door. She will rise to the top and if you are still hanging out at those clubs half a$$ preparing for your opportunities, then she will drop you like a bad habit.
KOP: That’s right Thomas! TKOOOOOOOOOOOOO will be TK OLD! To her! Get your sh*t together Thomas I will be back tomorrow!
KOP left the room. TKO thinks to himself, would Melba really leave him behind? After all he was the one who got her the modeling job and then drove her to the interview. He thinks about his opponents:
Alex Mason: He already is familiar with The God of War. He lost to him, but TKO is no dummy and he will make sure he is not so cocky and won't overlook this guy again.
A.J. Johnson: A former GWA World Champion. The real Deal in the ring.
Johnny Morton: A man who recently spent time in the hospital a few weeks ago, who knows if he is fully recovered, since he did recently suffer a loss to Ric Blanchard.
Stardust: Everyone knows about his quest to reach the top and how he has had many shortcomings in doing so. Could this be his time?
J.D. Screw: The current GWA World Champion. Rumor has it he may not be all there mentally, but you cant go off of rumors in a match like this one. He is the current champ and must be respected. He is the man with the biggest bulls eye on his back.
TKO finishes looking at the scouting reports for each of his opponents. He then hears his phone ring and it’s Melba.
TKO: What’s up girl?
Melba: Not much, I saw Ray walk into the Modeling agency and pick up Nalia, so I thought maybe you were done practicing.
TKO: Yeah we finished a little it early.
Melba: Thomas you okay?
TKO: Yeah I’m fine girl, why you asking?
Melba: You sound a little down, like your having a bad day or something didn’t go well.
TKO: HAHAHA! It’s me baby TKOOOOOOOOOOO! I’m all good and things!
Melba: Uh HUH! Sure you are! I’m coming over to the gym see you in bit.
Melba walks across the street to the gym and she walks upstairs and walks in and sees Thomas sitting looking out of the window.
Melba: Talk to me dude!
TKO: What???
Melba: What??? Talk to me! What’s on your mind?
TKO fills Melba in on what happened with KOP and she listens to what he has to say then she gives her input.
Melba: Look dude! I ain’t gonna leave you because you lose a match or two. But I think what he is trying to tell you is that you have a golden opportunity right now in this early stage in your career to be “The Man.”
Melba: Also I got to meet Nalia and have lunch with her today. We talked about you and KOP. You know Spring Stampede is in Canton, Ohio. Where KOP was born and raised, so he is in front of his home town.
TKO: Okay?
Melba: Well Nalia said since Ray is your manager, he wants to see you win the GWA World Title in his home town. So chances are that’s why he is extra hard on you to win this week.
TKO: That makes since! I remember him talking about winning titles here in Cleveland, but he always wanted to win one in Canton.
Melba: There you go dude! Now look Thomas Keith Orenthal! It’s okay to go out and win the title because KOP wants you to win in his home town, but my question is, do you want to win the GWA World Title because you want to win it and be the Champ?
TKO: Yes I want to be the GWA World Heavyweight Champion! I want to dominate the wrestling world and be “The Man!”
Melba: Well I know your favorite color is green for cash money! So I had these made for you! These can only be worn by a guy who wants to be GWA World Champion!
Melba pulls out some Green TKO boxing shorts, similar to his black ones.
TKO: I like these girl! I’m going to wear these at Spring Stampede.
Melba: They match the color of the GWA World Title Belt too babe!
TKO: Thanks babe! Let go eat and tomorrow I’m going to come back to this gym and I’m kicking KOP’s a$$ and then this week I’m kicking everybody’s a$$!
Melba: Alright now! That’s what I’m talking about! Who are you ?
TKO: I’m TKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
They both leave the gym laughing and TKO gets showered and changed and they head out to eat.
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Post by TKO on Mar 30, 2011 18:58:30 GMT -5
TKO is in the ring with KOP. They are circling each other and then they lock up. Suddenly TKO gains control of KOP in a surprise twist in their practice match. Mr. Ultimate is watching the session.
Mr. Ultimate: Impressive TKO! Ray he is all over you bro!
The match continues on and TKO is dominating this session. It is the exact opposite of the previous days practice. Mr. Ultimate is thinking to himself that TKO is now starting to look like the guy everyone was talking about in the Indy circuits.
Mr. Ultimate smiles and thinks that if TKO can keep this up all the time, he will dominate for a long time in this business. The other scary thing is that KOP still has a few title runs left in him , if he decides to return to full time action, and TKO is handling him quite well. It appears that soon the student will eclipse the teacher.
Just as Mr. Ultimate thinks that, KOP elbows TKO in the mouth and hit’s the House of Pain on TKO. TKO however, kicks out of it and fights back against KOP. Mr. Ultimate is clapping his hands. Mr. Ultimate loves moments like these, when he sees a young talent come into his own. It is why he is glad he retired so he can get back to the enjoyment part of the business.
TKO finally nails the Unanimous Decision on KOP and both men lay there exhausted.
KOP: Wow! What’s got into to you today?
TKO: What you said to me yesterday. Basically about not wanting the title bad enough and on my way to losing Melba.
KOP: (sits up) Good! I’m glad you responded.
Mr. Ultimate: He kicked your a$$ Ray! HahaHA!
KOP: I didn’t see you run in here to help me either bro!
Mr. Ultimate: I’m Retired! I’m done getting my a$$ kicked bro!
TKO: Well I got five A$$es to kick this week. Just hope I grab the bag with the big prize in it, you know?
KOP: If you fight like you did today then I’m sure you will come out on top, because none of those other guys will be able to climb a ladder.
TKO: Well Melba will be there too, so I got to perform and impress my girl.
Mr. Ultimate laughs to himself. It’s almost déjà vu hearing the things TKO is saying about impressing his girl. He remembers KOP as a rookie when he was training him, and how KOP would talk about impressing Nalia. The truth is and Mr. Ultimate knows KOP won’t admit it, but KOP still goes out to impress his wife whenever he gets into the ring. It appears TKO will follow a similar path to Ray Andrews.
Suddenly the door opens and there she is Melba Watkins!
Melba: Hey dudes! What’s going on up here?
TKO: Nothing much! Your boy is here schooling the old timers!
KOP: You got lucky for one day kid.
TKO: Melba you should have seen me, I was like the Road Runner and Ray was the Coyote, he didn’t know where I was coming from!
KOP shakes his head and Mr. Ultimate signals for Ray to get out of the ring so they can both leave the young couple to themselves.
Melba: So I take it things are much better than yesterday?
TKO: Damn skippy!
Melba: Well Nalia said her Public Relations people are waiting at the modeling agency, because we both have a shoot together for ESPN the magazine. So I have your green shorts in this bag and my green two piece!
TKO: Hmm MMM! A green two piece on you girl! Damn!
Melba: Well if you want to see it get showered and changed and be on time for the shoot!
TKO hurries up to the locker room, KOP has just finished getting dressed and waves goodbye as he and Mr. Ultimate are going to hang out for a bit. TKO rushes into the shower. He then gets out and dries off quickly. He pulls out his grooming kit and checks for nose hairs and brushes his teeth. He makes sure he is squared away, even though the studio will fix him too at Nalia’s modeling agency.
Thomas arrives at across the street at the modeling agency and he sees the crew for ESPN The Magazine. Nalia is there and she runs up to TKO.
Nalia: Well Thomas here it is! This is your first big photo shoot, and I was able to work in Melba with you. You will be the main focus and she will be there with you doing some poses. This gets you both maximum exposure in each of your professions. Do me proud Thomas!
TKO: I will, I won’t let you down Nalia, or ever forget what you and Ray have done for us.
Nalia: We do it because we love you guys. Oh and don’t lose your focus when you see Melba in her green two piece. HahAhaha!
Nalia walks away to talk to the producer of the shoot and Thomas looks around and sees the sets. One is a wrestling ring and the other is a beach set. The ring setup looks familiar like as if he has seen it somewhere before.
Melba comes out and has a robe on. She walks over and kisses TKO and looks real passionately into his eyes. At that moment Pierre the make up guy interrupts them.
Pierre: Ah hem! You two need to get made up for this shoot! Hurry now chop chop!
Pierre skips to his make up chair and TKO looks funny at Melba and she explains that this is part of the business and its okay to sit down and get make up put on for the photo shoot.
45 minutes later:
Both Melba and TKO are made up and now it is time to do this thing:
They pose in the ring and Melba is looking extra special sexy as they have TKO hold her up in the air on his shoulder. It is then that TKO realizes why this set looks so familiar. The shoot is an exact copy of the pose with Nalia in a bikini sitting being held up on KOP’s shoulder, with KOP wearing his first UCW World Heavyweight Title around his waist. The shoot was called “Lady and the Champ.”
It was a celebration of KOP winning his first ever world title and now the caption that is being placed under the photo: The Lady and The Champ Part II? Can TKO and New Supermodel girlfriend Melba Watkins be the next Power Couple in the world of Professional Wrestling?
The Story talks about how TKO is being trained by Hall of Famer KOP and how Melba is being mentored by World Famous Supermodel and one of the fifty most powerful women in America, Nalia Andrews. It goes on to talk about how TKO has the chance to win the GWA World Title at Spring Stampede and continue his rise as the fastest upcoming superstar in wrestling today.
The beach scene has TKO and Melba laughing and throwing beach balls and then there is a scene when they are smiling and pretending to run along the beach next to each other. The caption below reads: Only time will tell if these two become the next Power Couple in wrestling and if everything will indeed be “Fun in the Sun,” for them.
The Shoot ends and Nalia congratulates both TKO and Melba on a great job. Nalia smiles as if she were a proud mother watching her two children take a big step in their lives.
TKO and Melba get changed into their street clothes and they will receive a copy of the April edition as soon as the issue comes of the press. The cover will have the NCAA Final Four on it, but TKO and Melba will be the number three story in the issue. Not bad for their first shoot!
Now its time for TKO to finish preparations for the biggest match in his life and there is no way he will fail. After all The GWA Heavyweight Title is the most prestigious title in all of wrestling and he has to keep pace with Melba’s rise to the top too.
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Post by Stardust on Mar 31, 2011 8:12:29 GMT -5
"Personal Update: Chase has gone back to her Family in Wisconsin. Says she wants some "alone time". I don't blame her when she found out about what happened with me and Betty Lee some years back. Me? Been off the gird, staying away from the media, from the bigger cities, just keeping away from all those distractions. So I can train and be ready for my match. Here is hoping I come close."
[We find Stardust in a very unusual place. A five and dime, runned done, bug infested dive of a motel. Why is he here? Simply put. He is off the gird. Ever since the truth kind of sort of came out. He and Chase had well not divorced, they just decided to spend some time away from each other. Who knows if they will ever patch things up? If not will there possibly be a Wife Number Three?]
Stardust: You have one night of impaired judgment and you forget about it. Well that photo was proof it happened. Not with all those ladies but with only Betty Lee. So that's why Russel is made at me? I had a thing with his wife? Oh, well it was a night I really don't remember.
[There was a pause and than he continues.]
Stardust:To be fair. I recall bits and pieces of that night. Everything else is a blur. But I can not be hung over this matter. I can not be worried if Chase decides to to leave me over something like this. I got a match to worry about.
[He collects himself and than speaks.]
"I have been waiting for this ever since inking a deal with GWA. This match has all sorts of awesome to it.Some pretty great guys are in this match. Skills will come into play but waht it boils down to is who can grab the bag with the real title in it? I admit I am coming into this match with my focus on my personal life and I fear that will be my undoing. I will shake it off when that bell rings and by the ends night we s hall see where my mind is.
[The scene fades with Stardust alone, his mind on all sorts of matters. Will he be focused for his match? Will he and Chase patch things up? Will he ever get that sex change he talked about? Will El Loco Hombre Jr change his name? All these questions plus some other random questions may hopefully get answered. Stayed tuned. Same Stardust Time. Same Stardust Channel.]
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Post by JD Screw on Apr 1, 2011 23:58:57 GMT -5
==Scene opens with GWA interviewer Pappy Woods, dressed nicely for a change, smiling at the camera.==
Pappy: Welcome, GWA fans to another instalment of my GWA Vodcast, I’m Pappy Woods and I have a massive guest tonight. One that we all have some big questions for. My guest is none other than the GWA World Heavyweight Champion, The 100 Proof Asskicker JD Screw. JD, Welcome to the show.
==Camera cuts to JD with the GWA Title across his lap and a new shirt that has the FBI on it with white text under it that say “Six Pack Special Ops.” JD smiles and tips his trucker cap.==
Pappy: First question, JD. Where have you been since Worldwide? It’s been almost two weeks since that amazing match with Stardust, the interference from Russell Lee, and the reformation of the FBI. Why have we not heard from you?
JD: Million dollar question isn’t it Pappy. Fact of the matter is life has a funny way of turning it’s self on its head when you least expect it. You see, when I started the Redemption 2011 Tour, it started with a wish and a dream. But when it picked up steam I made friends, I found a girl, and I won a title. I should be on top of the damn world, but that isn’t where I feel I am. You see, there are some people in the GWA that think that this is just their own personal playground. They think because they are in the position of power that they can just turn us all into puppets. Well guess what…you can’t jam your hand up this man’s ass and get him to sing the alphabet. It ain’t gonna happen. What you are going to do…is set me on a destructive rampage that will not only tear apart the fabric that makes up your world…but could most defiantly take the entire GWA with it. I will go on the record to say that this match that the “Powers That Be” have made for the GWA World Title this Sunday…is bullshit! I have no problem going into the ring with the men that have earned a shot…hell I’ll fight ten at one time if I have too. Ladder match? Sure! I LIVE for ladder matches. No. The problem I have is this bullshit briefcase system. What they are saying to us is…work real hard, bust your ass, destroy your opponent and your reward could be a fine? Or being fired? What the hell kind of incentive is that? This is the same reason that when Vinny came to me and said, “JD I would love it if you were in the new FBI.” I said “Hell yeah.” I’ve always gone out on my own…done my own thing but to take down the idiots making the decisions that impact our lives…I was going to need an army. I was going to need guys I could trust to bring hell to these sons of bitches. So I needed the FBI. Do I trust Vinny 100%? He’s a Falcone….so no, but I think he’s the only one from that gene pool that came from the deep end. And even though Stardust’s head might not be 100% in the game…I know he’s got my back and I his. So people better recognize that the new FBI is here to kick ass and right some wrongs and bring justice and order back to the GWA.
Pappy: Even though you will be facing your stable mate in the World Title match at the PPV?
JD: At the end of the day, Pappy, Stardust wants what every person in this business wants. And that’s this belt. I don’t know if I could respect him as much if he didn’t want it. Friends, allies, stable mates, it doesn’t matter. When the title is on the line and the bell rings it’s every man for himself. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. But I know that if some strange shit goes down like in our title match…he’ll have my back. Pappy: What about in your last match where he was hit with a chair and you were ordered to pin him?
JD: That’s the bullshit I’m talking about, Pappy. At the time I said I didn’t give a shit…what I meant is I didn’t care what Lee’s reason for doing it was…but what he had done was too far. He tarnished what was turning out to be a GWA All Time Classic match…and he’ll pay for that down the line.
Pappy: And Betty?
JD: Look, I didn’t know the girl was married when we hooked up. I wasn’t around in the GWA’s former heyday. It would have been awesome if someone had given me the heads up but you know people didn’t think it was their business. I thought Betty was going to be a fun person to hang out with…but just like most people I’ve met in GWA since being here…just caused me more problems. But she’ll get what’s coming to her. Believe that.
Pappy: So, we’ve discussed Worldwide, we’ve discussed the FBI, and Betty…now this Sunday. Six men go into the ring all looking for the World Title. How do you prepare for this match?
JD: You don’t. You go in there and give it everything you got just like the rest of them. Each man in that match deserves to be there. And each one deserves it because night in and night out they bring it. I’m going to have the biggest target on me. Taking me out guarantees a new champion. It’s what I would do if I was in their shoes. Each man has seen the ups and downs that this business has to offer but what they should be expecting this Sunday is hell on earth because I am not letting go of this title until it’s taken from my cold dead hands.
Pappy: How do you feel about your opponents?
JD: Well, let’s start at the top, AJ Johnson. This man has been up and down but his skills are constant. He’s not one to mince words, he likes to do his talking in the ring and I respect that. Do I think it’s his time to be World Champ? No. Do I think he’s going to be a tough competitor? Yeah, they all will be. He will take his chances, he will go high risk, and he’ll do what he can to take the title home. I just don’t think he’ll have enough to take it from me.
Alex Mason, another that has been up and down lately. But you can count on anyone to be exactly how you think they will be. He’s unpredictable. He’s the wild card in this match I believe and if people try to over look him…he’ll make them eat it. I will be looking to take him out early.
Johnny Morton…well that boy and I have a little history. I wasn’t happy with what went down the last time he and I stepped into the ring. He got the win on me…but you know the road to redemption has many hills and obstacles. I want Morton in the ring one on one for even the briefest moment so that when he looks at me he’ll know I’m not the man he beat…I’ve evolved into a badder, meaner, and more accomplished wrestler. He helped me on my redemption. In his own way. I will pay him in kind…it’s something I have to do to sooth my soul about my lose to him.
Stardust, as I said before, the man is going to bring it no matter what is go ing on in his personal life. I expect nothing but the best from him in this match. At the end of the day…I call him a friend, but I will send him down hard to keep my dominance over the GWA.
That brings me to TKO….the man I think is the biggest threat to my title run, and the biggest threat in this match. The man has held gold…so he knows the price you pay for it. But he’s focused. He’s hungrier than I have ever seen him and he wants it. If I was outside of this match I would say that this Sunday is his time. But it won’t be. It’s still my time here in GWA. I’m not ready to give this title up. This is only my second defense..I don’t want to be a champion for a cup of coffee…it’s almost an insult to the title to do that. But he’s right about one this…I’m off in the head. I’m not right. I will do things that others wouldn’t even dare. I have no problem jumping off the highest ladder…going through flaming tables…getting hardcore. I have no problems spending days in the hospital to prove that I’m the biggest and baddest in the yard. He respects me? That’s cool…I respect him. But that’s where all the touchy feely stuff ends. I said I was going to take Mason out early? I don’t even want TKO to make it 1 minute in.
Make no mistake about it Pappy. We can throw the word Respect around but this match will be a bloodbath! It’s warfare in the puriest sense. We are going into a battle that no one is going to be able to leave unscathed. Call me General Sherman…because I will burn the whole city down to walk out with the title. My redemption tour will party on all through 2011. It will not…and must not end at the PPV.
Pappy: What about Mike C?
JD: One thing at a time, Pappy. Mike C has said a lot to get my attention. After the PPV he will be dealt with, but right now I have to keep focused at the task at hand.
Pappy: But what if you don’t walk out with the title, JD?
JD: Will losing the title be the end of the world? No. But once I’m out of the coma that they will need to beat me into to take it from me…I’m coming for it again. I am JD Screw….GWA World Champion and after this Sunday….the world will never forget that!
==JD stands up and walks out.==
Pappy: Strong words from the champ. We will see if he can live up to them this Sunday it should be a match for the ages.
==Fade to black.==
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Post by Alex Mason on Apr 2, 2011 1:25:05 GMT -5
Sabrina had finally broken. She was sitting in her living room crying her eyes out. All through out this thing she was able to hold her peace and be strong. But seeing Alex in person. Talking with him. Wanting him to come back only for him to say those horrible horrible words. She just couldn't take it any more.
She had put on a brave face for others. She had even convinced a few people that she couldn't stand Alex anymore. That she hated him and didn't want him back. She wanted people to believe that she was as upset as she should be at him for not being there for her and their unborn child. But deep down inside she knew it was all lies. All a farce. All a carefully constructed mask to hide the fact that she loved Alex and just wanted him to come back. She didn't care where he had been or what he was doing. She just wanted him to come back home
"I don't know an Alex... or you..." he said. The words echoed in her soul. She just couldn't get over it. How could he not remember? How could he throw all of it away? He had to be insane. Even so, he said it with such conviction. She cursed the day she had ever met him.
There was knock on the door. She swallowed hard before speaking in a vain attempt to make it sound like she hadn't been crying. "Who is it?" She asked. "Its me, Slim." Slim said. "Come in" Sabrina sighed. Slim talked as he walked in, "You know I don't know why you guys didn't give me a key sooner." Slim realized how stupid his comment was half way through saying it. It was Alex who was way too paranoid to allow anyone other than him or Sabrina access to the apartment. His comment was made stupider by realizing Sabrina was in tears.
"Hey what happened?" he asked as he sat down next to her on the couch. Sabrina shook her head. "Slim...I...I" she had a hard time getting it out. "Take your time" Slim said. "I saw him, Slim. I saw him..." she finally got out. "What? Where? What'd he say?" Slim said, alarmed. "He said... he didn't know me, Slim... He didn't know who Alex was either." she sobbed. Slim stood up and ran his hand through his hair. "Jesus... hes really gone off the deep end." he said.
Slim sat back down as he continued to talk to her. "Listen, Sabrina. He didn't mean it. Hes not in his right mind. Theres no way he-" Slim was cut off by sabrina. "Shut the F*CK UP SLIM!!!" Sabrina shouted. Slim was silenced. "I don't need to hear that f*cking sh*t right now. I need my baby's father to be here for me..." She yelled. She sighed for a moment. "Damnit. Slim, you don't deserve this. I just-" she started as Slim this time interrupted "Enough apologizing. Its allright. You want some tea? Lemme get you some tea..." he said.
As he walked out. Sabrina mechanically turned on the tv.
_______________________________ Alex Mason was standing backstage looking confident as ever. Betty lee was interviewing him. "Alex Mason you've just been informed that you are participating in the spring stampede world title match. This is your first world title match ever since joining the GWA. Whats going through your mind?" she asked.
"You nor you're inept colleagues could ever understand what goes through the mind of a god... Betty." he let the name ring in disgust. "But since I'm able to see through your inferior question I will give you a piece of whats on my mind." Alex continued as he took the mic from her.
"A mere mortal would be nervous. A mere mortal would be surprised. I on the other hand am no mere mortal...mere wrestler. I am the god of war. The chosen one to represent combat and violence on this earth. The fact that I'm included in the world title match should be no surprise to anyone except JD Screw who's paper championship reign will come to an end at spring stampede at my hands." Alex pauses a beat before continuing.
"I will be in the ring with a who's who of the GWA. AJ Johnson and Stardust veterans of the GWA. TKO and Johnny morton. Up and coming competitors. But they will ALL fall before me. I have no plans of gawking at the competition. I plan to show them the true power of the god of war!" The crowd boos Mason's confidence. This only seems to fuel him.
"Thats right all of you pathetic microscopic entities that call yourselves 'fans'. NONE of your favorite wrestlers will be spared. The high flying AJ Johnson will crash and burn. TKO Will be knocked out. Stardust will become the latter half of his namesake. Johnny Morton will have more than a few head injuries when I'm done. And JD Screw...." Mason growled the last line as the crowd popped for the world champion. "Now I won't say that he isn't doing his best as champion. But that backwater, inbred, mongoloid, half drunken fool is only keeping the belt warm until I get my hands on it. This Sunday at spring stampede you will all witness a new era in professional wrestling. And you will ALL bow down before the god of war" Mason spread his arms and dropped the mic as he walked away.
_____________________ Sabrina turned off the tv after that. Slim had walked into the room halfway through the promo. "You know you were right, Slim. I gotta stop doing that to myself..." Sabrina said...
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Post by JD Screw on Apr 2, 2011 6:08:36 GMT -5
==Scene fades up with JD Screw standing in front of a FBI: SIX PACK SPECIAL OPS sign. He has his hair pulled back into a pony tail and the GWA Title over his shoulder.==
JD: Alex, Alex, Alex. Son, you wanted my attention. You got it. I thought we could be civil, but you just threw that out the damn door.
==A guy dressed just like Alex Mason walks into shot.==
JD: Who the hell are you?
Guy: I’m the God Of Doors!
JD: Get the hell out of here!
==JD raises his hand and the guy lets out a girly sqeek and leaves.==
JD: You want to talk to me about being a paper champion? You want to talk to me about being a champion? At least I haven’t let the copius hours of playing Playstation go to my head! God Of War?! Please…you aren’t even Super Mario!
==Another guy dressed as Alex Mason walks into shot.==
JD: Who are you?
Guy: I’m the God Of Smores!
JD: Smores?
Guy: Yeah….want one?
==Guy holds up a smore.==
JD: Sure.
==JD takes the smore goes to bite it and then smooches it in the guys face who runs off screaming!==
Guy: The marshmallow burns my eyes!
JD: Mason. You are so confident that you are going to walk into the PPV and walk out just like that and take the title with you? Boy have you underestimated the hell that you are in for. I said earlier that it is going to be a war! You might think with your original moniker that you have home field advantage! I don’t think so! If it was called delusional lunatic with commitment issues…maybe. But in an ass kicking contents you are going to come up a leg short.
==Another guy walks in dressed as Mason but covered in fake blood and holding a fake arm.==
JD: Let me guess….God of Gore?
Guy: Yeah.
JD: Get out of here and try not to drip on the carpet. Idiot.
== Guy walks off sad.==
JD: You are as bad as Mike C…you want to come out spout some catch phrases and coast on a lame gimmick? That’s cool…I’m sure you’ll do well in the independents once I bounce your ass right out the damn door. You see, GWA is for grown up…MEN to do battle on the grandest stage of them all. Not to play pretend.
==Guy walks in dressed as Alex Mason with an old school sleeping cap on.==
JD: Just state your name and get out.
Guy: God of SNNOOOOOOORE!
JD: They paying you for this?
Guy: I get free tickets to the PPV.
JD: I think we are getting screwed on the deal.
==Guy walks off.==
JD: Now I’ve watched your promos, Alex, and I like the drama. Nothing more I like to do than grab a box of popcorn and watch the adventures of captain no charisma. Oh, is he gonna go home to his baby’s mamma? Is Slim going to backdoor his friend? Does anyone really give a crap?!
Guy: I do.
==JD turns and there is a guy that looks like Mason with a Pauly Shore shirt on==
JD: Really, guys? The God of Shore? This is just getting dumb. What’s next?
==Just then the lights start to flicker. JD looks as the camera turns to see a guy dressed as Mason with a metal helmet flicking the light switch.==
JD: Who the hell are you?
Guy: I am the God of Thor!
JD: Thor is a God you idiot! Who is coming up with this crap? Damn they must be dumber than Johnny Morton’s doctor.
==JD pulls the camera back to him.==
JD: Mason, it doesn’t matter if you’re the God of Sores, The God of Oars, or the God of Whores, at least then it would explain why you are being interviewed by Betty Lee. Burn, bitch! It doesn’t matter if you’re the God of baur, boar, boer, bohr, bore, borre, chore, clore, coar, cohr, cor, core, corps, corr, doar, doerr, dohr, door, d'or, dore, dorr, drawer, faure, floor, flor, flore, for, fore, forr, four, glor, glore, goar, gore, gorr, hoar, hoare, hoerr, horr, knorr, kohr, laur, laure, loar, loehr, lohr, lor, lore, mohr, moore, mor, more, morr, nohr, nor, oar, ohr, or, ore, orr, por, pore, porr, pour, roar, roehr, rohr, saur, schnorr, schor, schorr, scor, score, shor, shore, shorr, snore, soar, sor, sore, spaur, spore, stoehr, stohr, store, storr, swore, thor, tor, tore, torr, torre, vore, warr, whore, woehr, wor, wore, or yore. I don’t give a rat’s sack if you’re the God of abhor, abor, ador, adore, air corps, ashore, ask for, back door, barn door, bator, before, c4, called for, call for, car door, care for, cat-4, cold sore, cry for, dance floor, decor, delore, deplore, devor, dior, done for, dressed ore, dutch door, elnore, explore, fall for, feel for, fend for, first floor, french door, front door, gabor, galore, gilgore, go for, got your, grope for, ground floor, half door, hardcore, ignore, igor, implore, inshore, jambor, labore, lahore, lalor, lamaur, lazor, lead ore, lenore, livor, longcor, look for, m4, make for, mazor, melor, mens store, next door, ngor, no more, noncore, offshore, once more, opt for, outpour, outscore, pay for, peace corps, plump for, plunk for, postwar, press corps, prewar, put your, quest for, rapport, restore, roquemore, rumore, run for, screen door, sedor, send for, senor, shoe store, shoot for, shop floor, side door, speak for, squeeze for, stage door, stand for, sweep oar, swing door, take for, that your, timor, trap door, try for, what for, what's your, or a god damn wild boar. It doesn’t matter. What matters is…you are stepping into the ring with the best this business has! You are stepping into the ring with the GWA World Champion, JD Screw….and there are no cheat codes, no online walkthrough, and no 1up mushrooms here sunshine…just me kicking your ass up and down the GWA ring and walking home STILL the GWA Champion. Believe it.
==JD walks out of shot. Just as the camera is about to fade “The Halfpint Beefcake” Terry Wood walks into shot dressed as Alex Mason.==
Terry: Awww…are we done? I didn’t get to do my God of Underscore. Damnit…dressed up for nothing.
==Fade to black==
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Post by AJ Johnson on Apr 2, 2011 12:50:32 GMT -5
*Scene opens to the inside of a Canton,Ohio jailhouse at about 7 in the morning.We are able to see AJ Johnson lying over two chairs at the front desk.He is wearing no shirt and a pair of black pants.We see that he is sleeping as we can also see The Brian Magnum walking out of the bathroom as he looks confused and disoriented about what is going on.As he goes and sits down on the lounge chairs AJ awakes and sits up as they both begin talking to each other.*
AJ:Whoa dude,what the hell happened last night?
TBM:I have no damn idea bro.In fact,I don't remeber anything that happened yesterday.
AJ:Wait!What is todays date?
*The Brian Magnum ponders for a moment before checking his phone.*
TBM:It's the 2nd.
AJ:Oh SHIT BRO!You know what today is!
TBM:No What? *Thinks for a moment* Oh man the show is tonight isn't it?
AJ:Yeah Man!
TBM:Well it's only 7....we got plenty of time.
AJ:True.
TBM:Hey man....
AJ:*Searching for his T-Shirt* What?
TBM:What the hell are we doing in the inside of a police station!?
*Finally after searching AJ finds his shirt and puts it on as he then takes a good look at The Brian Magnum before beginning to laugh hysterically.*
AJ:*Laughing* HaHa Dude,what are you freakin wearing?
*The Brian Magnum looks down to see what AJ is talking about.We can then see that The Brian Magnum is wearing nothing but a furry pink thong that has the words Alex Mason written on the front of them.*
TBM:WHAT THE HELL is this!?
*AJ is in the background turning red from laughing so much.*
AJ:*Laughing Hysterically* HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa! I don't know bro but that is f*****g hillarious! HaHa! How did you get that?
TBM:Dude I have no idea? Don't you gotta go against him tonight?
AJ:Yeah,but that still doesn't explain why you have that on?
TBM:Alright just shut up!Now here is what we are gunna do,We're gunna find Jacoby and then get the hell out of here and never speak of this again!
AJ:DEAL!
*The two of them seperate into different areas looking for Jacoby.As they both return to the front of the police station AJ is holding the GWA World Heavyweight Title Belt and The Brian Magnum is walking very slowly with a terrified expression on his face.*
AJ:Alright this is weird....How in the hell did we end up with this!?
*AJ looks up at The Brian Magnum and sees his face before asking what is wrong with him.*
AJ:What's wrong with you bro?
TBM:Well for one we don't know where the hell Jacoby is,and two is I just went in there were the cells are and there all empty except for one.
AJ:Is Jacoby in it?
TBM:*Begins Laughing* HaHa NO!
AJ:Well then who's in it?
TBM:Well,like everything else,I have no idea why this happened or how this happened but there are two cops passed out in the cell!
AJ:WHAT! Dude this is just getting weirder and weirder! And the bad part about it is we are to stupid to remember it all!
*Just as he says that in through the front door walks Jacoby Douglas holding a cup of coffee.He is dressed in a pair of Blue Jean Shorts,White T-Shirt and Brown Flip-Flops.As he walks in,AJ and The Brian Magnum look right at him.*
Jacoby:What's up guys! What a night huh!?
TBM and AJ:Where in the Hell have you been!?
Jacoby:I just went to get some coffee damn!Why,were have you guys been?
AJ:We've been here trying to figure out all this shit!
Jacoby:Wait!? You guys don't remember last night?
*Jacoby then looks down at The Brian Magnums Pink Thong and begins laughing as he then looks back up and begins to speak again.*
Jacoby:Obviously not. HaHa!
TBM:Shut the Hell up! Now how exactly di I get this on!?
Jacoby:Wow you really don't remember.HaHa.We stole it from Alex Masons House last night.
TBM:WHAT!?
Jacoby:Yeah,and the World Title that AJ is holding,we took that from JD Screws house to.
AJ:HaHa! Classic! So why don't we remember anything?
Jacoby:Well you guys are going to be pissed at me,but every time I hangout with you guys I am the idiot of the group,well this time it was your turn.
AJ:What are you trying to say?
Jacoby:I'm trying to say that I made sure you two idiots got wasted beyond belief to were you wouldn't remember anything this morning.
AJ:HaHa NICE!
TBM:Wait,so I'm wearing a pink thong because of you!?
Jacoby:Yeah....HaHa
TBM:You little shit!
*The Brian Magnum charges at Jacoby before AJ stops him and trys to calm him down.*
AJ:Guys,Guys,Guys,Guys!We still have a couple of problems.
Jacoby:Like what?
AJ:Well,Brian has to find some pants....
TBM:Damn Right....
AJ:Somehow we stole the GWA World Title so we need to get that back before tonight and there are still two cops inside of a jail cell passed out.
Jacoby:Really? I have no idea how that happened.
*The three guys walk into the room with the jail cells as AJ finds some keys on a desk and begins to unlock the cell.*
TBM:What are you doing?
AJ:What do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to get them out.I don't want to go to jail for this.
Jacoby:Well what if their pissed at us?
*AJ unlocks the cell as he walks in beside one of the cops and turns to talk to Jacoby and The Brian Magnum.*
AJ:Don't worry we're just gunna leave the door open and....
*All of a sudden one of the cops rises up and yells as he is holding a taser in his right hand.*
Cop#1:Why you little Shit!
AJ:What the....
*The cop tases AJ as AJ then falls to the ground as the other cop rises with police biton in his hand.As he also stands,Jacoby runs out of the Station screaming as The Brian Magnum just stands there.*
Jacoby:*Screaming* AHHHHHHH!
TBM:Holy SHIT!!!!....
*Cop #2 then runs over and begins beating The Brian Magnum with the Police Baton until The Brian Magnum falls to the ground.as he is laying on the ground,Cop#1 walks over and tases The Brian Magnum as he then passes out and the scene fades out.*
To Be Continued....
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Post by AJ Johnson on Apr 2, 2011 19:54:06 GMT -5
*Scene opens back up inside of the Police Station as the two cops have now tied AJ and The Brian Magnums up as they have set them on two chairs.Both AJ and Brian are passed out from the Tasers as the two cops begin to dump water on top of them in order to awake them.As they come to,the cops begin speaking to them.*
Cop 1:So you two little bastards thought that it would be funny to lock us up in our own cells!?
*AJ and The Brian Magnum have a confused look on their faces as AJ then speaks.*
AJ:What are you talking about man?
*Cop 2 then hits AJ with the Police Baton.*
AJ:OWW! SHIT that hurt!
Cop 2:You speak to us with respect as sirs. Do you understand!?
TBM:F**K YOU!
*Cop 2 then hits The Brian Magnum with the Baton as Cop 1 begins to laugh at their pain.*
Cop 1:You see,you two made a HUGE Tactical Error and now WE are in Charge! Just wait until we find your other friend.HaHa!
AJ:Don't you mess with Jacoby!
TBM:Yeah! He may have a beard,but he is a child on the inside!
AJ:Okay there has to be some sort of explanation for this.You see we don't remember a damn thing from last night.My dumbass brother got us wasted beyond belief and we can't remeber anything.So I think it would be best if you could please tell us what in the hell we did to you two?
Cop 2:Well,it was around 3 in the morning and we get a call about three dumbshits that are completely shit-faced running down the damn street screaming.
TBM:Okay?
Cop 1:So right as we were about to leave in walks this idiot....(Pointing at The Brian Magnum)....wearing nothing but a Pink furry thong.Where did you get that anyway?
TBM:I have no idea.....
Cop 1:Anyway,you ask if there is anywhere that you can lay down so we try and put you in the cell.As we are doing that your other friend..(AJ)..somehow takes our taser and tases both of us and I guess that is when you put us in the cell.But for some reason you left the taser in the cell with us.
AJ:I am so sorry sir.We do stupid shit when we're drunk.
Cop 2:That's not the worst part though.
TBM:What's the worst part?
Cop 2:Well after you locked us in there,your little friend Jacoby or whatever his name is apparently comes in and takes a piss on us.
AJ:Why would you say that?
Cop 2:Because George here..(Pointing to Cop 2)..was conscious while that happened then he blacked out.
Cop 1:Do you know how much it costs to get piss stains out of these pants!?
*AJ then begins laughing as the cop says that.*
AJ:*Laughing* HaHa! Alright look,apparently your pissed about what we did.And we are pissed because my brother did that to us.So let's just call it even and you let us go?
Cop 1:Why should we do that?
AJ:Well you see we are wrestlers who have matches tonight at a Pay-Per-View.And we stole the World Title so we really ned to return that before the show starts.
Cop 2:Wait!What did you just say!?
AJ:We need to get to a show.
Cop 2:No!No!NO! Didn't you say that you have the World Title Belt right now?
AJ:Oh Yeah why?
*Cop 2 begins smiling as him and Cop 1 walk over to the corner and begin whisoering to each other as AJ and The Brian Magnum begin talking to each other also.*
AJ:Bro,where in the Hell is Jacoby?
TBM:He ran off right after they tased you.
AJ:Where do you think he went?
TBM:I have no idea bro but after he did what he did to us he needs to get his back here and help us.
*After a few moments the two cops then walk back over to AJ and The Brian Magnum and begin to speak to them once again.*
Cop 1:So,we will let you go if you tell us where the Belt is?
AJ:Why do you want the belt?
*Cop 2 then pulls out his handgun and points it towards AJ.*
Cop 2:Just tell us where the damn Belt is!
TBM:HOLY SHIT DUDE!!!!!!!!Just tell them where it's at!
AJ:Hell No!We can't afford to lose it after we stole it!
TBM:I would rather it get stolen than get killed!
AJ:NO!
Cop 2:Alright bitch,you have 3 seconds to tell us where the Belt is at or you wont make it to your show.
TBM:Holy Shit dude he is really gunna shoot us!
Cop 2:1....
AJ:He doesn't have the balls.
Cop 2:2....
AJ:Your not gunna do it.
TBM:Yeah he is dude!
Cop 2:Thr....
*Just as he goes to say three all of a sudden crashing through the brick walls of the police station is Jacoby Douglas driving a 1969 Station Wagon.He runs it through the wall as the two cops and AJ and The Brian Magnum all get knocked over as a result of the force of the crash.Jacoby exits the car and runs over and begins untying AJ and Brian.*
AJ:Holy shit bro,that was badass!
Jacoby:Yeah I stabbed myself with an adrenaline needle so I'm wired right now.
TBM:Hurry up and untie us.They have a gun!
Jacoby:WHAT!? Oh damn!
*As he says that the cops attack Jacoby but get overpowered by Jacoby and the adrenalin that he took.Jacoby throws both cops against the wall and then grabs a bottle of mase as AJ and The Brian Magnum finally get untied.They both then get into the car and call for Jacoby.*
AJ:Dude,come on.
TBM:Yeah Bro,let's get out of here!
*Jacoby then gets into the car before getting right back out and running over to the two cops while at the same time screaming.*
Jacoby:RIDE THE WHITE LIGHTING!!!!
*Jacoby then goes to pepper spray the two cops.As he sprays the bottle,he doesn't realize that it is turned the wrong way as he accidentaly sprays himself in his own eyes.*
Jacoby:Oh GOD!I'm blind!
*The Brian Magnum then runs and gets Jacoby and runs him back to the car as Cop 1 rises and grabs the gun that is laying on the floor.As they are getting into the car the gun fires and hits Jacoby in the right ass cheek.*
TBM:They shot Jacoby!GO!GO!GO!GO!
*AJ takes off as they then begins driving on the highway as Jacoby is in pain from the shot.*
Jacoby:We need to get to the hospital!
AJ:No we don't!You got shot with a rubber bullet in the ass cheek.You'll be fine.Besides I have to go and whip the shit out of the other four guys in my match so I can win this GWA World Title that we have.
TBM:Yeah bro what are we going to do with that thing anyway?
AJ:I was thinking about that and I really don't know.
TBM:Why don't you just give it back to JD when we get to the Arena?
AJ:Because bro,I don't want to have to beat his ass before the show even starts.
*The two then begin to think as Jacoby is in the back seat in pain.*
AJ:Any ideas?
TBM:Alright how about this?
AJ:What is it?
TBM:When we get to the Arena,we just drop it off at Vinny Falcones door?He wouldn't even know who put it there so we would be good.
*AJ thinks about it for a moment before speaking.*
AJ:Alright man,that sounds like a plan.
*Scene then fades as they ride towards the Arena for tonights Spring Stampede.*
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Post by Alex Mason on Apr 2, 2011 22:12:51 GMT -5
6'3. Muscular Build. Early 20s. Caucasian. Clearly sent from neighborhood gangs tired of me "interfering" in their "business". The nerve these insects posses. They have no "business" outside of making sure not to incur the wrath... Came with firearm. Disarmed him in seconds. Hand to hand combat followed. Easy enough. Battle plan. Chop him down. Dodged attacks and kicked legs. He throws a hay maker. I roll past him and kick him so hard in the crotch his ancestors rise from the grave to urinate blood. Took him down with a buzzsaw kick. Total time 20 seconds. Victory through superiority...
**Scene opens on a street in queens.**
I stand over my former opponent. He is beaten. Battered. I can't remember how many times I've done this in the past few days. Engaged in conflict with some worthless peasant. The fights are necessary. I'd have a hard time sleeping if I didn't have them. They're also a constant reminder. Of who I am... And who they are...
Sirens. A few blocks away. One of these miscreants has alerted their authorities. I can't be bothered with firearms. Not this close to the world title match. Its time to escape. Ill have to move quickly these few blocks. They've been eluded. The trail has gone cold.
I blend back in with crowds. I consider my match sunday and the response my remarks have made. JD screw has taken particular offense. He speaks of games. There are no games. Only agony and suffering for him. And maybe a few dental appointments... even before his match. He could use all the help he could get. The thought makes me smile. Speaking of which, I have an appointment today. Earlier today I was approached by some rather brazen gentleman.
___________ **Scene switches to earlier today**
"Sh*t is that him?" "Gotta be him" "How the f*ck am I supposed to be able to tell?" "Thats him! GO!"
As Mason came walking through an alleyway four men came out and surrounded him. His reaction was typical for Mason...
"WHAT THE F*CK!?" One of the men said. "Does he seriously have nunchucks?" he continued. "Why did we NOT see this coming?" another said. "Who the f*ck sees nunchucks coming?" yet another said. "Evidently not us!" he responded.
"Thats enough! We're not here to fight Alex!" the last one said. He appeared to be the leader or at least the most in control out of the four. He continued with his hands in the air to protect himself. "Alex, its us. Your boys. We've got the whole crew here." he said.
Mason did not recognize them but this was indeed the same crew he had ran with since he was in middle school. Slim, Alex's best friend, was farthest back being the least athletic and all. Rico was to Alex's left secretly hoping that no conflict would come of any of this. Lefty stood off right ready to tackle Alex in a split second. (Had Alex been in his right mind he would have been disappointed in Lefty if he had not been ready to do so.) And the infamous Deuce, Alex's second in command and at times not-so-friendly rival was who was speaking to him.
Deuce's steely eyes met with Mason's. "Its me....Deuce" he said with a whince. Alex created that name for him. The official reason was for his devastating left right boxing combos. But the name was really just a final jab to him from the days when he and Alex were rivals. The message was clear, he would always be second to Alex. He resented the name. Which is one of a few reasons as to why he went by his real name, Timothy, these days.
After a long draw of silence, Alex saw something in Timothy's eyes that made him trust him even if for a moment. "Speak, mortal." he said. Timothy looked back at the guys, then at Alex. "We didn't come here to fight. And its obvious that seeing us didnt jog your memory any. We simply came to relay a message. " He said. He reached in his coat pocket and put down a piece of paper.
Mason looked at it while not fully taking his eyes off them looks at it. "Good luck this Sunday, man. This is what we've been working for..." Timothy said as him and the crew backed away. Once they were out of sight Alex picked up the paper and read it. In scribbled letters it said.
"9 oclock at the docks. -Jones"
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I don't know these gentleman. Or this Alex people continue to speak of. But I do know this... The name 'Jones' rings familiar. I'd like to see him in person...
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Post by Alex Mason on Apr 2, 2011 23:07:55 GMT -5
**Scene opens on the docks at 9 oclock**
Mason strolled up to in a hoodie to the edge of the waterfront. His face was barely visible. He started to think about what this meeting would bring forward. Maybe this was a trap. Set by who? JD Screw? TKO? AJ Johnson? Johnny Morton? Stardust?
"Don't look so casual. You're a minute late..." a voice said. Alex turned around sharply. It was Jones. He was a short man. Stout in his late 50s. He was grizzled and tended to constantly shift his eyes when he talked. He had a slight grin on his scrunched up face. Jones was Alex's former coach. He used to let Alex come and train at his gym when he was younger. Sure he was a borderline alcoholic, bad husband, absentee father, and the owner of an unsuccessful gym but he was the closest thing Alex had to a father figure. "You look like you've seen a ghost. I ain't that old am I?" Jones said. Alex did infact let his face betray his surprise. There was a number of winos and derelicts on this boardwalk and Jones was able to pick him out of all of them. "You know I could pick you out of any line up. You've got a very distinct walk about you."
Mason simply stared at him. "What do you want?" he said. Jones shrugged. "I can't just stop by to say hi!" Jones laughed. Mason did not. "Geez, I'm just checkin up on ya kid. Thats all. I'm worried about ya." he said the smile fading from his visage. "Worried about what, mortal?" Mason said. "That right there! This whole god of war spooky sh*t. I'm hearing you walking around beatin people up. Ya ran away from home. Ya swinging nunchucks. The f*ck is going on?"
Mason took a breath. For some reason he felt ever so slightly...eased by jones' presence. "I'm called to a higher calling. I am combat in the flesh." He said. "You know not to pull that sh*t with me, Alex." Jones growled. "Now, you've got that woman pregnant and shes sittin at home crying her eyes out over you because you won't come home. You know better than that! If theres one thing I taught you its that a real man takes care of his responsibilities And you better have a damn good reason for walking out on her." Jones said.
"Isn't it obvious!!!" Mason shouted. "I'm on a mission from heaven!! I'm spreading gospel, Jones. He said the name mockingly.
"Steel, automobiles, nuclear energy, machines, this so called 'internet. All of man's greatest achievements have been a direct result of war. Pure unadulterated combat. Mankind is at its best when it attacks its fellow man. Not help him. I'm on a mission to spread the word and more importantly spread the violence. The more places I can spread discord and conflict the better!! You see its simple. Man can only advance by stepping on the corpses of his foes. It is through this that all of mankind can elevate themselves to the gods!!!! I am not a mere wrestler. I'm a harbinger, a forerunner, the pinnacle of human evolution!!! I AM THE GOD OF WAR!!!!" He shouted the last line.
"And I'm telling you you're NOT. Rather, you're a damn good fighter, a contender for the world heavyweight title. You WERE a loving caretaker and although you were a liar, a thief, a cheat, and an asshole...." Jones countered. "...you were always responsible... I don't know what you are now. But you're not the Alex I knew. "
"Alex is DEAD!!" Mason barked. "Long live Mason the god of war." he continued. Jones shook his head "You're sick, Alex. You need help."
"I NEED HELP!?!?!?" Mason laughed. "No.No.No.No.NO! YOU need help! JD Screw needs help! Deuce needs help! The whole damn GWA needs help. EVERYONE who crosses my path needs help. For NO ONE on EARTH can stop me from becoming the pinnacle of combat! I don't need you. I don't need a wife and I don't need offspring. I just need that GWA world title and a whore to keep me from getting too backed up. Consider yourself lucky, jones. Because you got to see me before my triumph. You got to see me before I became the best fighter in the world!!!"
People had started to watch them. Alex no longer cared about subtlety. Jones stared at him before finally speaking. "I don't know much, Alex. But I do know one thing... pride comes before a fall. And my gym is always open if you ever get your head back on straight."
Mason stared at him for a long time. He finally and slowly nodded. As he turned to walk off Jones shouted one last thing. "Hey Alex.... Just remember you can't solve all of your problems by fighting..." he said.
Alex stopped for a moment. He turned around to Jones and said with a grin,
"Watch me solve this one...."
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