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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2016 19:24:23 GMT
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“HIT THE DECK”
The front door of the home was wide open as a young woman approached the door. That young woman just happened to be known as one of the few women on the PAW roster: Ava. Her eyes were a bit wide as she looked into the front door where the front room was visible. It was odd for her considering that there was no one in sight. Literally there was no sign of life. Being raised properly she didn’t bother to enter the home. Instead she brought her tiny up to the door frame and proceeded to bawl her fist up to make a small knock against it while speaking up.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Hello...
Her voice echoed throughout the house. She waited for a moment or two for some type of response from someone, but she didn’t get that. Ava was more confused now than ever and that much could be seen from the expression on her face. She had agreed to meet her tag team partner for the day. They had so much to go over before their big tag match. Yet here she stood and the man was nowhere in sight.
A small pout started to consume her expression while she slowly turned herself around with the intentions of leaving. In doing so she suddenly heard someone shout “HIT THE DECK” which of course caused her to turn around. When she did Johnny Sykes exploded out on the front door and literally threw himself at Ava tackling her over the side of his porch forcing the two of them to hit the grass covered ground with a bit of force.
Ava hitting the ground with such a force felt the wind being driven out of her. Sykes found himself covering Ava as if he was in some type of protection mode. It was at that point Ava was able to realize that Sykes had decked himself out in what wouldn’t be considered everyday street wear. Sykes had this large helmet on. Almost like the type of helmet you were wear in the battlefield of some war. Along with that was this large black padded suit he was rocking as well.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Johnny?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Shhhh!
He was quick to take his hand and place it over her mouth in an attempt to keep her muffled. Sykes then slowly raised his head up a little bit. Looking around up at the house as if he was expecting something to happen. Whatever it was that he was expecting didn’t happen. Everything simply remained silent.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Coast is clear!
Sykes’ hand left Ava’s mouth as he pushed himself off of her. That’s when he reached down and helped pull her up to her feet as well. Ava was quick to start dusting herself off from the dirt and grass that had coated her outfit. She found herself starting to look in the direction of her tag partner with a confused look on her expression.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Uhm... what was that all about?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
What was what about?
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
You uh... tackled me... off your porch... screaming: “Hit the deck” sir.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Oh that was for your safety!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Safety?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Yes safety! I got an email from them PAW people and they told me to expect a bomb!
The confused expression on Ava’s face didn’t get any better. Now more than anything she looked more confused when he mentioned “bomb” of all things.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Why on earth would they tell you to expect a bomb?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
I don’t know! You have to ask them that! All I know is the email said that YOU and I both can expect a bomb. As my tag team partner, I had to protect you. I couldn’t let you be blown up.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Are you sure that’s what they said? They just seems really-really odd.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Yes, I’m sure! I still have the email and everything!
All of the sudden Sykes started to squirm around in that large suit he was wearing. His hands went inside the suit followed by his head ducking down inside the suit as well like some type of turtle. Ava took a couple steps back for she didn’t know what to expect at this point. Only for Sykes to pop himself back up out of the suit with his iPhone in hand.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Sorry I had to dig deep to get my phone!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Uh where ... did you have that?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
In my pants! I do have pants on under this!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Oh thank goodness for that!
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Everyone has to wear pants, silly. It’s two thousand sixteen!
He let out a chuckle as he unlocked his phone. After a couple of taps against the screen he started to hand his phone over to the pretty little blonde.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
This is the email that they sent me!
Handing over his phone as Ava used her tiny hands to hold it in place. Bringing the phone up a little closer so that she could read it. There was just a couple of moments of pure silence Ava studying that email over and over. All of the sudden she just looked up from her phone looking over at Sykes.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Johnny...
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Yessum?!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
We’re not having a bomb sent to us.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Yes, we are! That’s what the email says!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
No. It says that we can expect to face the BOMBTRAX in our next match.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
No, no. I totally swore it said that would expect a BOMB. What the heck is a Bombtrax anyway?! You’ve got to be reading it wrong.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
I assure you I am not reading it wrong. It says we can expect to face the Bombtrax for our next match and that’s kind of a big deal considering that they are the single most dominant tag team on the roster. Not to mention one of the members, Press is the current PAW Champion! It is a big deal for us.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Oh...
Sykes’ facial expression switched up a little bit. Kind of like he was confused and embarrassed all at the same time. There might have even been a little bit of disappointment mixed in there as well. His eyes shifted back up in her direction.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
So nothing involving a bomb?
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Nope. Nothing involving a bomb.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Crap! Do you have any idea how much this suit cost me?! Grrrrr, I could have spent that type of money on video games! I could have bought mountain dew for like the next year!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Maybe you can return it and get your money back?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Nope, I was told it was a no refund situation!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Oh well that stinks!
Sykes looked a little bummed out over the fact he had spent all this money on something to protect him. Then just as soon as that bummed expression consumed his face. It went away just like that. Only because it appeared he had come up with an idea. Just like that a lightbulb appeared over his head as he turned towards her in an excited manner.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Wait! Wait! I got it! Their name has Bomb in it right?
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Uhm, well yeah technically!
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Then I can wear this suit as my gear that night!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
What? Why would you do that?
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Because it can protect me from their explosiveness. Then they can’t any damage!
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
I really don’t think it works like that.
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
Hush silly, of course that’s how it works! Matter of fact we’re going to get you one as well.
AVA [ Da Bomb Dot Com ]
Johnny, I really...
JOHNNY SYKES [ The Original Pranksta ]
... Nope, I am not taking no for an answer. We’re going to get it in bright pink and we’re going to show up to fight the Bombtrax with the upper hand.
The excitement that was coming out of Sykes kind of said everything that it needed to say. The man wasn’t the brightest something that much of the PAW Universe had picked up on. Not to mention it was something that his partner had picked up on as well. Although he wasn’t the brightest his passion and his love for the wrestling business was something that was there. Because of that love and passion for the business was the very reason no one bothered to hit him with reality. They just couldn’t break his heart or his spirit. That excitement started to carry Sykes off in another direction with Ava following behind him surely wondering how they were going to advance to the Tag Team Championship Match at Bad Moon Rising when her partner didn’t have a clue.
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Post by The BombTrax on Jul 29, 2016 6:14:14 GMT
SEAT OF POWER - Chapter 3
THE PRATHER COLISEUM
220 S. Jefferson Street - Natchitoches, LA
7/22/2016 – Directly after WICKED#15
Youth helped Press get into a seated position on the gurney, and the big man grunted as he placed his fists on his knee’s to help keep himself upright. The smaller man looked on in concern, as the EMT’s took over from there, gently pushing him to the back of the room as they attended to the PAW Heavyweight champion.
Press looked up from under his brow and through his long stringy hair to catch the younger man’s eyes, and gave a slight smile, despite the effort it took, to ensure him that he would be alright. Youth noticed this, and nodded, not so much in agreement or understanding, but as a show of reassurance for his partner to worry about his own self.
He found himself slipping out of the room for a moment, allowing the medical staff to work their magic. There would be no trips to the hospital tonight. Number one, Press would never allow it. Number two, it wasn’t so bad that he needed long term care. This was the side of the curtain that the fans rarely ever saw. That place where the wrestler got patched together like on old car, and sent on its way, just praying that no bolts were knocked loose on the way to the destination.
It was probably for the best that the fans didn’t know, because this decade of fan didn’t really care either way. All they wanted was for the ticket they paid their hard earned money for to be worth it, and he couldn’t really blame them. With the way things were anymore with the chaos in the world, everyone deserved their escapes.
A sudden thought struck him just then, and he fell back against the cinderblock wall blowing out a hot rush of air. Was this what it felt like to be GZW?
Match interference and back stage attacks were common place in wrestling. It was how they propelled their storylines and feuds, how they sold tickets. The higher the stakes in a feud, the bigger the payout, and usually, win or lose, a higher brand of star after the feud was over with. The higher the star, the more quality you could guarantee the consumer, and the more you could guarantee, the more you could demand for the price of admission. So in a sense, these attacks were just business.
The problem came in the fact that so many times in the wrestling world, business tended to turn personal, and when things became personal, people got hurt. When wrestlers got hurt, it didn’t just compromise that one person’s life, but trickled down to every other star in the promotion. A big enough injury in the Indy’s, and you could close a place down cold.
Pure Amusement Wrestling was a fast rising promotion, and the loss of a Press or a Youth wouldn’t shut the doors, but it would put a strain on the business. The same strain felt when Cross Recoba had been sidelined back in March at WICKED#5. The biggest difference being that Press never intended to sideline Cross for five months, just knock him out of the way for five minutes. What these guys did tonight was aimed like a bullet with a purpose, and that bullet’s name was Calvin Harris.
Youth physically bristled at the thought of the #1 contender, even though there was no one around to see it. It was just a gut reaction that he wasn’t in control of. Calvin Harris seemed to do that to everyone. Even the guys he was teaming with at the moment didn’t like him, but they saw the potential of throwing their lot in with him for the time being. The only problem is, that they were vipers, one in the same, and no matter how much you think you can tame a viper, you can’t.
He didn’t hold the attack on Press, or himself for that matter, against them. When you were the champion, or the champion’s pal, you had a target painted on your back. Those were just the breaks. Not to mention it would be a little hypocritical of The BombTrax to go around throwing stones in glass houses, considering they had built a reputation by creating pathways of destruction wherever they called home. No, the attack came with the territory. It was business.
But that same line of thought brought him back to GZW. That wasn’t just business. That was personal. Some even said that it went too far, although the Lady didn’t seem displeased with the method or the result. Maybe that’s because she saw the writing on the wall. There was a time that PAW needed GZW, a rough patch when no one knew how long the doors were going to stay open. They had gotten through that, forged a new standard, brought in new, better talent, and The BombTrax were at the center of it all. Press, as the Heavyweight Champion, was leading the charge.
So when GZW stepped over the line, when they put their hands on Munin, business no longer mattered. It had become personal, for reasons that no one save Youth and Munin knew about. Press was going to put GZW down like a dog that had bitten him, and there was nothing anyone could have said or done to prevent it.
Because in their sport violence was their trade. It’s what they sold. Sure, there was the opportunity to crack a joke, put a catchphrase on a t-shirt, but violence, well, that was their bread and butter. That’s how The BombTrax made a living. They weren’t wrestlers, they were gladiators, and this contest between them and the Power Trio was going to end in death. Right or wrong no longer really mattered.
They wouldn’t bitch out and head for the hills like GZW. They were nothing like GZW.
They were violence, and in good time, Calvin Harris, Cross Recoba, and Jack Nomad would come to completely understand exactly what that meant.
THE BOSTON CLUB 824 Canal Street – New Orleans, Louisiana 7/27/2016 – 10:56 PM
Joshua Tsabo stood in the doorway of their large bathroom staring at the woman in amusement. He had read the same reports earlier before bringing them back up to their bed chamber for her review. The past several days spent in New Orleans had been pleasant enough.
He and Andrew Kensing, The Left Hand’s chief security officer, had gone over the plans to infiltrate The Emporium in detail, followed by a list of credible operatives that would be up for the task. Joshua wanted the best of the best, so that if things did go wrong, they would be competent to handle it.
Scarlett had taken to The Shops at Canal Place in the French Quarter for the first several days, before she fell into a boredom, and began doing her own research in The Boston Club’s library. Scarlett was obviously a beautiful, well dressed, and well-read woman, and at first glance she seemed the typical debutante of her station. Yet there was more to her than met the eye, and it was widely understood in those secret circles that existed within The Left Hand that she was a woman who didn’t mind getting her hands dirty. Not to mention her talent at deciphering languages, and her studies in the dark arts made her an invaluable addition to the team.
It was still hard for him to believe sometimes that she was really here, considering that it was her father and brother who spear headed The Left Hand’s rival organization, The Legacy, but he knew she had her reasons. After her falling out with Johnny Storm, the miscarriage of their child, and her failure to save her first born son from drowning, Scarlett had abandoned her father’s work, citing that it was a waste of time. If God wanted humanity to inherit this earth, then HE would have made them better.
They had met in Munich, Germany, while he was on an errand to steal a ring from Haus der Kunst, a non-collection museum located on the southern edge of Englischer Garten, Munich’s largest park. Haus der Kunst was mostly known for paintings and sculptures, but a private collector had lent a bevy of jewelry ranging from medallions to crowns. The ring of Svíagris was rumored to be there, the very same ring that had restorative powers if one knew the right incantation to speak.
Joshua had recently had his accident, the one which turned his left hand up to the elbow into a solid piece of living granite. He had mused often about the fact that his injury happened to the same appendage in which his cause was named, but figured that was kismet’s way of telling a joke. His hope was that the ring would undo the effects so that he could finally laugh about it.
Scarlett was there in Munich to gather information about dimensional wormholes from the Deutsches Museum, the largest museum dedicated to science and technology in the world. It was a sure sign that she had yet to abandon hope for locating her son, who by all counts had drowned, but whose body was never recovered. She maintained that something ‘else’ had taken him, and that’s why no one could find his remains. The authorities thought she was mad, and eventually her father and brother joined them in that notion, eventually forcing Scarlett to conduct her research on her own.
That in itself was what had drawn them together. They had recognized one another right off, having once been on opposite sides of the battlefield. The two had played a cat and mouse game throughout Munich, until finally settling on a meeting atop the Frauenkirche, a gothic domed church located down town. Their chemistry was instantaneous despite their hesitation, and after discussing their varying reasons for their visit in Germany, they decided it best to work together, if for no other reason than to keep the other in plain sight.
Joshua understood more than most about the dimensional doorways that resided all around us if we were only trained to look, so Scarlett’s story didn’t seem as odd to him as it may have to her family. Just like when Tsabo explained his situation to her, she herself an practitioner of the dark arts, understood his desire to reverse the effects.
Neither of them got what they wanted from that trip to Germany. The Deutsches Museum had all the scientific answers, but none of the mystical needed to produce such a phenomenon, while the ring turned out to be just that, a ring, with no real mystical properties. What they did gain in the search of these pursuits was a connection, a friendship that would eventually turn to something more intimate. Understanding and acceptance were a beautiful thing.
Scarlett looked over her shoulder and spied Joshua surveying her curvaceous bottom, and she smiled at the man who had managed to put the pieces of her heart back together.
“So, you’ve selected the men? Are they ready?”
Joshua nodded, entering the room, and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Yes, they will be on schedule for two weeks from now.”
“And what about the priest?” She asked, eyebrows arched.
“Arrangements have been made to keep the priest at his other location.” Tsabo answered with a smile. “No, the priest will be none the wiser until after it’s already missing.”
Scarlett nodded in understanding, turning back to look over the plans. Joshua let his hand casually find itself in the crux of her knee, and then slowly slide up her thigh until reaching the base of her buttox. He squeezed, and she looked back over her shoulder again, this time with a flash of desire in her eyes.
She snapped up off the bed as quick as a cat, tackling Joshua so that he was now flat on his back with her straddling his waist. Papers went scattering across the room from the sudden flourish, but she didn’t seem to mind as she grabbed his wrists and thrust them above his head. Her lip curled back from her teeth seductively, before she leaned in and placed those lips upon his.
The open window let the warm air from the Gulf of Mexico into the room, and a sudden gust of wind rustled the papers around on the floor until they finally settled in a pattern. The paper closest to the top carried an image, and when the moonlight hit it, the wind outside picked up its speed, and a howl could be heard upon the wind. It didn’t seem to unsettle the lovers, actually spurring them on to work up a few sounds of their own.
PURE AMUSEMENT PARK Studio Production Room – Purity, Louisiana
7/16/2016
The scene opened up inside of one of the PAW Anchor Studios where Press and Youth both sat upon the desk. Youth stared at the camera, while Press just leaned back, arms across his chest, staring down at the floor. Suddenly the big man brought his arms out to his side, and he began to clap his hands in front of him. Youth looked over his shoulder and smirked, as the Champion finally leaned forward, flipping his hair out of his eyes to reveal a healing shiner left over from last WICKED’s attack.
His clapping continued as he scooted off the desk, and began to pace the small room. When he finally stopped clapping, the silence left behind was eerie and unsettling. He never stopped to address the camera, but instead spoke in a deep calm voice.
“Bravo, Cross Recoba. Bravo. You might not believe this, but it really is nice seeing you away from that cane. I knew that one day you would come back for your revenge, but how could anyone have known it would be like that. I mean, shit son, you had me fooled. I saw you out there while they were filming The Box Office, and I found it a little odd how it seemed rushed. When production told me it was being added to the Special Features, I thought it was a little strange, but there you were, still hobbling around on that cane, so I assumed that it was just a play at the initial time constraints of the card.”
Press smirked, shaking his head.
“But no, it was all a charade. Just something to throw me off the scent, I suppose. I have to give you credit. You earned every bit of that moniker, ‘The Fox’. Funny thing about that though, Cross, when the king went out on a fox hunt he took his best hounds to flush that little bastard out, and make no mistake. We are the fucking dogs for this job.”
Press licked his lips, agitation starting to creep into his expression as he continued to pace.
“Bravo, Jack Nomad. Bravo. You talk about honor like you know what it fucking means, while in the same breath you hulk out your chest and claim you’re a monster. Monsters don’t have honor, boy, cause their fucking monsters. It’s just not in their nature. They take what they want, when they want it, even if it means ruining someone else’s lives.”
He seemed to speak from experience, but if there were to be any further explanation, now was not the time.
“So which is it, Jack? Are you a monster, or are you an honorable man? I think maybe you’re just a confused, insecure, little pup caught up in a big dog’s game like the bullies that take a kids lunch money cause they don’t know any other way to get any attention. If you weren’t so fucking pathetic, and I though you could be trained, I’d rub your nose in the shit you’ve made and beat you with a rolled up newspaper. But you are, and you fucking can’t be, so I guess I’ll just have to leave you to steep in your own mediocrity.”
He chuckled then, not really the kind of laughter that had any real mirth behind it, but the kind that told you there wasn’t much more he could say.
“Bravo, Calvin Harris. Bravo. You managed to save yourself from the shit show that was the first incarnation of your little band of misfits, because I can tell you right now, ole’ Cross, he’s an A+ Player. A hell of a lot more threatening than some of your previous choices. Between your talent, Jack’s pandering, and Cross’ direction, you three little piss ant’s might stand a chance at putting a dent in The BombTrax armor.”
Press stops, a sardonic grin spreading across his face as he finally turns to address the camera head on.
“Oh, Wait. Let me fucking guess. You three thought I was going to be just like you. You thought I was going to downplay what happened out there at WICKED#15. You thought I was going to no sell it. You thought that I was going to bitch and whine and act like all of this was so unfair, and maybe even toss out words like, Sucker Punch, or Sneak Attack, or Cowards Way Out.”
Press chuckled now, and this time amusement creeped its way into the sound.
“You three haven’t been paying much attention. What you did is only what we’ve done a hundred times over. I can just see you ass hat’s now, running around the locker room, patting one another on the back, and passing out high fives. Calvin Harris saying preachy shit like…
Press scrunches up his face, but can’t hid the smile as he does his best Harris impression.
“’This is only the beginning’. Are you fucking kidding me?” He chuckles again. “That was your fucking crescendo! That was your swan song! That is as far as you sons of bitches are ever going to get to this fucking belt.”
Press holds up the PAW Heavyweight Championship by a strap, and shakes his head for the camera with another grin.
“Take a good long look, boys. Cause Cross you couldn’t do it way back when. Calvin Harris can’t do it at Bad Moon Rising. And Jack…well, Jack, you’re just going to have to settle on the fact that there’s not going to be much left for you when I show you what a real fucking monster really is.”
Press chuckles again, plopping down on the desk, as Youth hops up and suddenly appears right in the camera.
“FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS! FIFTEEN! That’s how long we’ve been The BombTrax, and in that time we’ve both suffered a few setbacks in singles competition, but as a Tag Team, we’ve never lost a match.”
Youth shudders, exasperated.
“Do you comprehend? UNDEFEATED! Unbeaten. Unconquered. Never Lost. Streak. Triumphant. World Class. Top Notch. Out of this World. Prize Winning. Unbelievable. To make an outdated quote, ‘WINNING!’”
Youth’s expression fell, and he sucked in air as he looked up at the ceiling, hands on his hips.
“And we lost all of that to a couple of guys like Calvin Harris and Jack Nomad. I mean, we put the Tag in TAG TEAM for Christ’s sake! How in the hell could a travesty like this take place. Oh yeah, Cross Recoba.”
Youth’s lips drew into his mouth, and threw his pointer finger out as if a light bulb just went off in his head.
“Cross. Fucking. Recoba. His name sounds like a fucking Casino from an old black and white movie! It’s a travesty, I tell you! A Travesty!”
Youth lifts his arm up to bury his face into it, and makes with what looks like sobbing. After just a few seconds he allows his eyes to peep up over his bicep, and when his arm drops he wears his trademark grin.
“Nah, guy’s, it’s cool. We’ve actually been talking, and we decided that undefeated was really an unattainable goal to keep going after for fifteen years. So we decided to make some new goals. Like, instead of trying so hard to remain undefeated, why not put our efforts into being first. Like, being the first ever PAW Heavyweight Champion! CHECK!”
Youth jumped up and down in front of the camera, clapping his hands giddily.
“And now, we’ve got a chance to make a much larger statement about our brand as a tag team, by being the FIRST ever PAW Tag Team Champions. Imagine it folks, a mystical land where your heroes both carry gold. Hell, maybe we won’t even stop there. Maybe I’ll call out the winner of the Titans of the Midway Championship match at Bad Moon Rising, grab me up a singles title. Make this whole thing official. The FIRST tag team to hold all the titles. Why stop there! Me and Press will just swap titles, and then we’ll be the FIRST ever GRAND SLAM CHAMPIONS!”
Jazz hands accompany the statement, and he stares out beyond the camera as if to the Promised Land, nodding his head in approval. Finally, he returns that boyish grin to the camera.
“But speaking of firsts, it's best not to get ahead of ourselves. After all, we have to get past Johnny Sykes and Ava. ‘The Original Pranksta’ and ‘Da Bomb Dot Com’. Well, the pranks on you guys, cause like every opponent that I’ve ever faced likes to point out, we know something about outdated gimmicks. Hell, we fucking invented them.”
Wink.
“I’m sure that you guys have a similar story to ours. You break into the business with a cool hip name straight out of the 90’s that you’re sure is going to be a hit in the millennium, only to find out that now people are looking at you like we used to look at people from the 70’s. But your talent earned you a lot, so the fans sort of overlooked the goofy ass names, and somehow even made it endearing. And now you’re here, living it up in PAW just like us. Well, not exactly.”
Youth shakes his head in disappointment.
“You see, people can run their mouths about how me and the big man are out dated, and then we drop them off the side of a fucking roof, and there’s just not much more left to say. On their parts that is. I always have more to say.”
A loud sigh comes from behind him, and he looks over his shoulder to Press, who raises his eyebrows, and makes to look at his watch. Youth pumps the brakes at his partner, and then turns back to the camera with a smile.
“Sooooooooo.... this is what I have to say to you two. Come Thursday, the world’s best tag team is going to come into a special tag team edition of WICKED, and your loss is going to help us attain our new tag team goals. Fuck me, that was a lot of Tag Teaming. I'm sure Power Trio knows a thing or two about that. Damn, I strayed from the point. Oh...yeah....Ava, Sykes. Thanks in advance. Your contribution to our success won't go unrewarded. See you at WICKED!”
Youth gives a mocking bow, and grins at the camera just before it fades to black.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 3:57:47 GMT
❥ A TAG TEAM THAT TRAVELS TOGETHER, STAYS TOGETHER
-- scene one
My feet had just landed themselves on the concrete pavement outside of the airport. I found myself being hit with an instant gust of heat from the Jackson, Mississippi air. I think it was starting to become clear to me that it didn’t matter where I went. I nor was anyone else going to be able to escape the heat that was the summer. All of the sudden my mind found itself going elsewhere when I heard a familiar voice shout from behind me. “Holy cow! There’s a Pikachu in the area!” Looking over my shoulder to see my tag team partner: Johnny Sykes with his iPhone in hand and focusing on the screen. Pokemon Go was slowly taking over the world. Kind of like Skynet from the Terminator movies. It now consumed my partner.
I didn’t mind that he was playing the game. However on the other hand I was a little worried about something. “Um Johnny...” I spoke up with that high pitched voice of mine. His attention didn’t break from his phone, but I kept on speaking anyhow hoping that he was at least listening. “You said that you booked us an Uber to take us to the hotel.” My eyes focused on him. Seeing that he was just nodding his head some. Those intense set of eyes still focused on the iPhone screen. “But uhm... there’s no Uber around. Are you sure that you booked it?” I had a bit of a reason to be concerned. We were quite a ways away from the hotel. Walking was completely out of the question unless it was a last resort type of thing.
Finally there was a response coming from my partner in crime. “Almost got him! Almost got him!” His finger was tapping against the screen of his phone rather quickly. That’s when it became pretty obvious to me he hadn’t heard a thing with what I had said. That’s when I felt like I had to do something at least for the benefit of us. I stepped forward and before Johnny even knew what was going on. I took the iPhone out of his hand with the intentions of holding it hostage. His eyes got as big as saucers but at least they finally looked up to focus on me. “What the heck are you doing, Ava?! I’m in the middle of trying to catch a Pikachu!” He went to reach for his phone but I made sure to be quicker that he was. Finding out I was just a bit quicker caused a pout to consume his expression.
“I’ll give this back when you answer my question.” As I expected he didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about. That confused expression of his overcoming his face. His eyebrow arched up a bit and there was this small scrunch in his nose as if he was trying to make sense of it all. “What are you talking about? What question?” I felt myself start shaking my head from side to side right away. I wasn’t mad at him. I wasn’t disappointed. I wasn’t even discouraged. I kind of knew this is how he was. It was strange knowing that I was the brains of this whole team. Not to say that Johnny wasn’t smart or anything. He was just a little absent minded. I just wasn’t used to being the one that took charge. “You said you got us an Uber. It isn’t here.”
That confused expression on his face made my gut sink. Johnny looked around a little bit like he was trying to make sense of the question. Might have even been a situation where he was looking for this so called Uber. Suddenly his eyes fell back onto me. “Well it was supposed to be here.” I watched as he continued to look around a tad bit confused by everything. Course I just had this gut feeling that something happened. There was some type of miscommunication. My eyebrows lifting up a little bit in his direction. “Are you a hundred percent sure you placed the order for an Uber?” There was part of me that understood that I should have taken care of everything on my own. Not that I was mad or anything like that, I just picked up on how Johnny was.
Before I had realized what was going on Johnny had snatched his phone back out of my hand. I went to interject but he had already started speaking. “I’m not completely clueless. I know how to order... Oh.” He had cut himself off that quickly while looking at his phone. At first I kind of felt like this was brought on by that game once again but before jumping to conclusions I had to be sure. Moving in a little closer and peeking over his shoulder. I was able to see what brought that “Oh” comment along. Turned out that Johnny had forgot to finish out the order and never hit send. I held back a small giggle. It was nothing to be mad about. A mistake was made. Mistakes happen all the time. This defeated look came across his face as he looked back at me.
“Sorry Ava...” Those big brown eyes of his shifted to the ground. I felt my heart strings being pulled on a little bit. I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He did try hard and that much he deserved credit for. Patting his shoulder a bit before taking his phone out of his hands for a second time. I tapped my thumb against the screen to hit send and then handed his phone back to him. “Go ahead and catch the Pokemon. We got a little bit of a wait.” I watched as his facial features brightened back up. He snatched the phone out of my hand quickly. Running off on his previous mission to catch his Pikachu. I found myself resting against outside wall of the airport. Now I was left waiting for our ride to show up. All I could hope for is things went smoother after this.
❥ DON’T COUNT US OUT
-- scene two
“The Bombtrax.”
Those words came from my mouth as I found myself standing in front of a camera crew. I was already decked out in my bright pink and green wrestling gear. I was a woman that liked to get myself dressed and ready for battle as early as I could. The sooner that was out of the way. The sooner I could focus on the task at hand. My gentle smile started to cross over my lips.
“For Wicked Sixteen, it has been announced that our paths are going to cross one another. You two will be up against myself and my tag team partner, Johnny Sykes.” I nodded my head a little bit with pride. “And from what I have understood this match has a lot riding on the line. For the winner of this contest finds themselves moving on to Bad Moon Rising with a chance to crown themselves the first ever PAW Tag Team Champions. That’s a pretty big opportunity if you ask me. I haven’t had this big of an opportunity since I had the chance to face off for the OWF Women’s Championship. A championship that I did end up winning.” Pausing for that moment. I let my mind wander back to a complete months ago. I sure did miss those days. At the same time though I didn’t miss all the extra crap that came with it. I don’t regret for a single second that I made the choice to leave OWF.
“I might be someone that feels the need to mind my own business. I don’t like a bunch of drama and I don’t like getting caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s just better to stay to myself, but in doing the research to know what Johnny and I are up against in this coming contest. I can’t help but notice that the two of you aren’t very respectful. You aren’t men that give props. You aren’t men that see anyone being competition. You’re very rude and at times very condescending. You’re outspoken. I’ve also gathered that you’re men that believe that you’re the ones in charge around here.” During my time with wrestling I have established that most people were like that. Most people didn’t have respect. Most people thought that they were just the absolute best. It was frustrating but that’s how the business ended up going from time to time. “I have established you don’t think highly of us.”
There was this adorable little wrinkle that formed on my nose due to it being scrunched up. Course I was aiming to be adorable or cute. I was actually frustrated more than anything. I had worked rather hard to get where I am in wrestling and then to be discredited was something that just grinded my gears. “I understand that the two of you have been a tag team for a very long time. I understand that you’ve competed side by side for years. I understand that the two of together has made one of the most successful tag teams that have existed in the business. That’s great. That’s fantastic. That’s awesome. But just because you’ve done well all this time doesn’t give you the right to count me or my partner out in this fight.” Shaking my head from side to side. I still felt myself very annoyed with the matter at hand. Soon enough I’d be in a position to make them change their mind.
“Sure we might not have been a team as long as you have. Sure we might not have competed all over like you have. We might not have the years of experience as a team that you might have, but that doesn’t take anything away from us as wrestlers. That doesn’t mean we’re any less than you are.” I let my eyes narrow some in a pretty serious manner. “I know that at the age of seventeen when I decided to be a wrestler. I had the mindset that I was going to be the best that I could possibly be. I knew that things were going to be rough and I knew things would be hard, but that was a challenge I was willing to accept. Which means Gentlemen when I decided to wrestle. I gave it everything I had. I worked hard. I trained hard. I busted my bottom week in and week out. I did everything I could to get to where I am now. And for you to just discredit me the way you are? That’s rude!”
It was very rare that people actually heard me become angry about something. I was very good at hiding emotion and keeping things bottled up inside. That was something I had learned when I started training. Because the moment I put myself in a position where I was showing emotion. That was the moment that people could pray on my emotion and use it to their advantage. In this situation though I felt like it was kind of justified. “My partner Johnny is no different than I am. I don’t know much about him and some people might think he’s a little dense, but what I do know about him is what he’s accomplished in his career. He’s won championships. He’s main evented all over the world. Many different times he main evented in Japan. He’s laid his body on the line in some of the most gruesome matches known to man. You can try all you want to take things away from him, but he is a threat!”
More emotion was starting to come out of me with every word that I said. I knew that it was something that would catch the attention of both Press and Youth. At this point that’s what I wanted was their attention for all the right reasons. “Don’t get me wrong gentlemen. I’d like for my record to be a little better here in PAW. I am sure that Johnny would like for his record to be a little better as well. Things haven’t been the best or the most ideal. Yet nothing you’ve ever wanted in life comes easy. Including the wrestling life.” Nodding my head a little bit agreeing with the words coming out of my mouth. “You two look down at us because things haven’t been the way we want it to be and because of that you think you’re better than us. But not once have you bothered to think about how easy you’ve had it this entire time... Yes, you two have had it easy. Easier than most of PAW!”
Taking that brief moment to let it soak in. That was really going to grab their attention and make those men pay attention to me. Course this wasn’t a situation where I was trying to expose them, but more so a situation in which I was going to shed light on things. “You two came to PAW side by side. You’ve known each other from elsewhere. Like you’ve said you’ve been a team for over fifteen years. So coming to a new place where you are the only ones that know each other and when you’ve got a chance to lean on one another. It was bound to be easy for you. Knowing each other and having that connection is the only reason the two of you have managed to make it this far. Sure, you’ve got talent. I won’t take that away from you, but your connection speaks volumes.” I stood there looking right into the lense of the camera holding my ground knowing there was going to be backlash.
“Johnny and I didn’t have that. So many other people in PAW didn’t have that. We’ve all been faced with doing things on our own rather than as a unit. We haven’t had someone to lean on the entire time. We haven’t had someone to watch our back. Most of us didn’t come to PAW knowing someone from a previous company or having some type of ally. No most of us started at the bottom and had to work our way to where we are. Something neither of you can say for yourselves.” Being someone that never spoke up and avoided confrontation at all costs. I was a little surprised by how easy it was for me to speak up this moment. “Now the two of you want validation for this team. Now the two of you want to try and appear that much better than everyone else despite having it so easy. That’s why the two of you want to be the first ever PAW Tag Team Champions. But it isn’t going to be as easy as you want.”
Again that shake of my head could be seen. I was starting to come off a little sassy more than anything at this point. I was really hoping people wouldn’t take that the wrong way, but in this situation it was justified. “There are two reasons it isn’t going to be easy. Johnny and I just so happen to be the first reason. You can say what you want about us, but when we’re all standing in the ring with each other Thursday Night. You’re going to find out firsthand one of the biggest mistakes you could have made was sleep on us. You might not know it right now, but you’re in for one heck of a fight. A fight that we intend to lead us into that Tag Team Championship match at Bad Moon Rising!” I added a little more bass to my voice to make it seem like I was a little more confident. Truth be told I didn’t know how it was going to turn out, but I did know we were going to fight. We were going to fight hard.
“And the second reason you’re going to not have an easy night is because the two of you have enemies in that of the Power Trio.” Simply making reference to those three men were likely going to get under the skin of the Bombtrax. Something that I understood, but it was also something that was a factor. “I don’t agree with the things that those three men have done. I really don’t agree with how they just laid waste to the two of you three weeks ago. If anything I feel like the Power Trio is a bit of a cancer to the organization. At the same time they have put a target on your back for no other reason than to get Calvin that PAW Championship. So what makes you think that you won’t have a target on your back when our match rolls around? What makes you think that the Power Trio wouldn’t willingly cost you something you want more than anything just to make a statement?”
My statement was something that was very realistic and something that the Bombtrax should have taken into consideration all along. “I am not saying that we want their involvement. I am not saying that their involvement is encouraged. Johnny and I are more than capable of beating you on our own. We would prefer it like that. But at the same time it’s a very realistically possibility that the Power Trio is going to breathin down your neck. So it sounds like the two of you are going to need to have eyes in the back of your heads.” If anything my words were a warning. It was a way to keep them on their toes. In the same token it was a nice reminder for myself. The Power Trio were a ruthless group of men. I am sure dealing with them in anyway could put us at danger at two assuming they stuck their nose in business that wasn’t really theirs.
“Bombtrax. I wish you nothing but the best of luck come Thursday Night. Bring your best because you already know Da Bomb Dot Com and the Original Pranksta are gonna be rockin’ and rollin’ all night long!”
Cameras found themselves zooming in a little more on my facial expression. I still had that smile spread across my adorable cheeks. This was maybe the most confident I had been in a long time. The one thing I was always taught by my mother is if you didn’t believe in yourself then no one else was going to believe in you. I was out to see to it that everyone believed in me because I believed in myself. One way or the other I was going to make a stand. One way or the other I would make my mark on PAW. Rather it was on my own or by becoming one half of the first ever Tag Team Champions it was bound to happen. With the cameras fading out with my lesson delivered. I found myself skipping off to leave myself waiting for that fateful night. |
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