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Post by Julian Justice on Apr 20, 2016 5:27:21 GMT
Veni... Vidi... Vici... Appendix I // PROLOGUE: //
March 19, 2014 - Somewhere In West Texas
The dirt tasted like gritty ass and cat litter and the moonlight shined bright while the boots were greeting my abdomen. What had I done to deserve this? "Knock his teeth out Clevon!" One of them yelled. "He can't see nothing, his eyes are larger than the flies flying around the piles of sh--" One of them is silenced by something.
Mud stung my eyes and I could feel the swelling. Wrong place, wrong time, it was the same story every time. My luck was badder than the attitude on some of the patrons at the tavern. Pub. Wait, are they even Irish?
"What do we do with him?" One of them asks. They murmur to themselves and I hear a soft angelic voice, "No body touch him. I'll take it from here." I could feel her presence as I rolled onto my back. Such a warm aura, it felt like the sun was rising above me in the morning. Who was she? She smelled like apples and horse saliva. What was she doing in the horses stable? I feel her gentle hands cup the back of my head and her palm rest on my chest, "You're going to be just fine."
I wasn't sure what happened next, but I wake up and open my eyes. Everything is blurry. "Am I on Acid? ..Ugghh." I roll out of bed and stumble into the softest arms in the world. "Who are you?"
"Please. Just rest. You must rest." Her soft scent matched her milky skin, she guides me to the bed and I roll onto my side and fall fast asleep.
Hours pass and I awake again. This time with clearer vision than I'd ever had in my life. CRUNCH. Cartledge between my bones pops with each movement and stretch, I am greeted by the most beautiful woman in the world. Brunette hair down to her shoulders, milky skin covered in a tank top and denim shorts. "Who are you?" I ask with a smile.
"Julie." She extends her hand and I clasps it in both of mine. "Thank you for all your hospitality. Could you tell me what happened exactly?" She looks into my eyes and motions over to the couch, "You'd better take a seat." I sit on the couch and she gives me the straight shooter speech with no hesitation. "So you got beat up and you were out for a week..." I couldn't believe my ears. She continued to tell me the news and I couldn't believe I was alive. Apparently I'm talented when my adrenaline kicks in. This was my first day of wrestling school and I got knocked out for a week.
"The boys tried to be nice with you, but you had such a temper it had to turn ugly." Julie continued to tell me about my last unremembered week. It was a week of intense recuperation for me. They had done a number on me for sure. "This happened while wrestling?" I ask in amazement.
"You said you wanted the school of hard knocks so they gave it to you. That's for damn sure." She says with a little sass in her voice. "I remember talking about joining the academy, and then the next thing I know, we are just rolling around in some of the worst smelling mud--" She cuts me off and informs me of the bad news. "Yeah, that wasn't mud. It was a ton of cow shit."
I furrow my brows and look at her in disbelief. "Really?" As odd as that sounded it all make perfect sense. I relive the scene in my head and I definitely got what I deserved. I had shown up on someone else's property raising hell and acting as if I were the big hays in town.
"Which brings me to lesson number one Julian." Julie smiles as she reaches to the floor beside her chain. "You mustn't obliterate the obstacle just because it presents a challenge. You're a solid wrestler but your focus needs more focus and you must learn about repetition. You need discipline." Julie kept a stern look in her eyes. She was the real deal and I could tell she had great wisdom. She smiles at me and lifts a small box from the floor and places it on the table.
"Here is a gift. Open it, enjoy it, but most importantly, when you come outside, bring it with you." Julie rises from her seat and heads out the door. I look at the rectangle and open it. I couldn't believe my eyes. Why did she give me a mouthpiece?
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Post by Julian Justice on Apr 20, 2016 18:29:16 GMT
Veni... Vidi... Vici... Appendix I // Arrival to Pure Amusement Wrestling //
April 20, 2016 - El Paso, Texas
The highway road was long and brooding. Multiple cars whiz by with each step. I keep my composure while staying between the double yellow lines that divide the two lane highway. The County Colliseum was somewhere on the other side of the trees and here I was playing Assassin's Creed in a Guy Fawkes mask wondering why I haven't been rolled on by the local Sheriff. I stop considering the bad luck and focus on the good, and that was reaching my destination. Pure Amusement Wrestling. I had taking the extensive route to becoming a professional wrestler. I spent multiple years traveling the worst of the worst, in backyard wrestling.
I see a gap and take it with a dead sprint ahead. I hurdle the barbed wire fence and tumble into leaves and twigs. Cars whiz by and horns blare as I was just barely missed by the oncoming traffic. I remove my small shoulder pack and open it. "Yum." I say aloud to myself before reaching into the sack and removing a bright red apple. I raise the mask just enough to keep my eyes covered and I tuck my chin into my chest so that it appears that I am crawling on all fours and the Guy Fawkes mask is really my face. I've learned many ways of survival out here. I'm a nomad, a lonely drifter, the one man army PAW was warned about.
I'm full of jokes. No one in Pure Amusement Wrestling even knows me. They don't even know I'm arriving. After a lengthy journey I reach the front gates of the Amusement Park. The master lock looked like a purity ring just waiting on someone to take away its' innocence. The gate keepers and overnight staff were lazy as ever, sitting around smoking and doing just about whatever they please. I'd be sure to catch them in their arrogance.
I hop the fence and scamper around to the side near the concessions booth. "Shh... shh... Don't be too loud." I heard winded voices coming from inside the concession stand. What was going on? A blend of a female moan and a male groan were a dead giveaway. Secret romance at work. I die on the inside with laughter before hurrying over to the next little hut. Stuffed animals are locked behind a gate and two overnight workers pass by as I duck down behind a garbage can.
The workers pass and I see my destination, a big roller coaster with duster forming due to oxidation. The big steel structure was going to be my home for a while. Could they kick me out? I look around and find no one in sight. Only if they find me, I suppose.
I lower the grappling hook attached to 18th century noose and toss it as far as it'll go. CLANG! The metal on metal crime let's me know that it's time to ascend to new heights. I start to make my climb with the stealth of a ninja. PAW wasn't ready for Justice to be served.
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Post by Julian Justice on Apr 22, 2016 5:41:21 GMT
Veni... Vidi... Vici... Appendix I
// The Best Laid Plans //
April 21, 2016 - El Paso, Texas
And there I stood in line trying to blend in with the rest of the desperate sapiens seeking self gratification at the amusement park. I couldn't fuck about on the roller coaster during times of high traffic, so I made myself useful. "Who ordered this?" A shift leader asks from a nearby tent set up for the sale of merchandise. That was my cue to make like a mouse and scamper. I approach the Shift Lead with a Pure Amusement t-shirt on. He scans me over thoroughly, "Are you new?"
"Yes sir. Yes I am." I say as if it were the tenth time I'd heard it today. The Shift Lead hands me a cardboard box marked FRAGILE. "Take this back to the front please, tell them it was a mistake." I nod and leave with the box. Once I am out of sight and out of mind I dash through a whole left in the chain link from recent construction. When I am a few yards out I take a seat and rip the box open. It was my dream come true! All of them lined up in perfect rows, the Guy Fawkes mask. This was much more than a mask. This was the symbol of my existence and it was going to be oh so subtle. Pure Amusement Wrestling won't know what hit them. The bad guys won't at least.
With the plan ready to go I can't help but feel down about not knowing how to get these masks into the hands of the fans without anyone noticing? Hmm.... there is a question but no solution. I rise from a seated position and hurry back toward the Amusement Park. The ability to blend in was right on par a fellow like me. Going unnoticed for a full twenty four hours, that was a respectable venture in itself. I reach the Colliseum where the gladiators of PAW were set to do battle and enter unseen yet again. Of course, there was no one around because there weren't any Pure Amusement Wrestling going on for another week or so. I scan the arena and notice where my advantages lie. Every chair is bolted to the concrete floors, that's the best invention since sliced bread in my humbly honest opinion.
I start at the far end and work my way around, planting mask after mask under the seats. This was going to be a spectacle if I do say so. Lady Munin and the gang will be livid when they see what this all leads up to. There is no quest for ego, or an urge to take over, there's just the urge to show the power in numbers. I stash another mask between a seat and I heard foot steps and faint sounding voices. It was one of the grounds keepers. I hurry to the opposite exit and try to make as little noise as possible as I slip back into the crowd.
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