Post by King Incredible on Apr 10, 2014 22:53:38 GMT -5
OOC: normally I would give myself time to code but I want to post this today and only have nine minutes left for todays deadline. If TLS does RP, I want an extra two days to post something else.
Four Days After Blackout II
It was of course another rainy day in the cold tempered area of Chicago, Illinois. The rain was smashing down on the pavement and bouncing back on the curb as passer-by’s were either walking slowly with an umbrella trying not to get wet or others were running as fast as they could so they could get as little rain as possible on them. A broken down 2002 Honda Civic pulled up next to the Bill Jarvis Migratory Bird Sanctuary on West Addison Drive with its windshield wipers on max speed. The car parks next to the sidewalk for a moment, as if to see if the rain would pass, it doesn’t so the car turns off and two figures emerge from the car; Silver Willard and Ocean Vaughan. The two men are wearing trench coats with hoods as they make their way down the sidewalk and a quick yet confident pace and head into the Bird Sanctuary.
The sound of the birds inside the outdoor sanctuary were deafening as the squawks and chirps echoed inside the small forested park of Chicago. They two men were literally a block away from their headquarters of Quad’s Gym as they stopped and leaned up against the chain linked fence that prevented people from interacting with the feathered creatures. Ocean dug in his pocket and brought out a cigarette and lit it as the two of them looked onward to the Waveland Park Tennis court, which was empty due to the inclement. Ocean took a puff of his cancer stick as he passed it over to Silver who did the same thing as a jogger ran by them.
“Is he coming?” Ocean whispered.
Silver turned his head in confusion.
“The fuck?” Silver said in his thick New York accent.
“He,” Ocean nodded, “is he coming?”
“He said he would,” Silver sighed, “he hasn’t let us down before.”
The two of them remain silent for another few moments after the small exchange. The rain continues to fall but is not as strong as it was before as an obvious rental SUV parks in front of Silver’s civic. A sweater hooded man opens the door to the luxurious Cadillac Escalade and heads straight towards the two men. Silver braces himself as the man brings his right fist and smashes his knuckles into his left check which causes him to fall into a small puddle making Silver half wet. Ocean immediately retaliates and puts the man in a full nelson as that man fights to get free but Ocean’s large frame and strength prevents this. Silver picks his small figure up and readjusts himself.
“What the hell was that for ‘by?” Silver grinned, donning his Irish accent, “didn’t know I displeased my flower?”
“Who the fuck is this Joh—Silver?” Ocean said, quickly correcting himself, “who has the balls to just attack you in the open?”
“An OCW wrestler of course.”
Ocean lets go of the man as it becomes apparent he is “The Incredible” Ian Bishop. I take my hood off and give Ocean a chilling look before turning my attention to Silver.
“You promised me a shit load more money,” I barked, “and without Dean paying me I need a shit load of money.”
“We’re having problems—“
“Did I ask you, fatty?” I turned around, cocking my eyebrow at Ocean.
“No,” Ocean quietly said, “and my names Ocean.”
“Well your parents got one thing right,” I laughed, turning my attention back to Silver, “Buddy… you promised me, at least, one hundred k and I look in my bank account two days ago and there is only twenty-five k? What the fuck?”
Silver hushes me and puts his arm over my shoulders before bringing me into the Sanctuary with Ocean closely following us.
“You see that up there mate?” Silver pointed.
“What?” I said, looking around until I see the bird’s nest Silver is pointing to, “yeah, the nest, what about it?”
“What’s inside the nest, love?”
“Eggs,” I said crossed, yanking Silver’s arm away from me and turning towards him, “what point are you trying to make?”
“The point,” he laughed, “is that an egg takes time to grow, work out all the kinks, and make all the essential parts, until it comes out a beautiful bird. That’s what my business is doing, love. Yes, I told you about a lot of money and that one is on me, I am truly sorry ‘bout that mate… but, I am only human, and an Irish at that, I am bound to make mistakes. You just have to give me a chance.”
I took a huge sigh before taking my fist and punching the fence, causing a bunch of birds to fly away. I shook my hand from the small sting of pain before refocusing over to Silver.
“Listen,” I began, “I’m sorry, alright? I’ve been going through a lot man. I just lost to that cunt for the second time in singles matches and lost my title and I’ve been on edge last few days—“
“Calm down boyo’,” Silver hushed me, passing me a ---, which I gladly accepted with wide eyes, “I understand. I watched the match. If it makes you feel any better I thought you were the better wrestler. Bish’, go to wherever you need to go, I’ll handle everything on my end and you just be the best damn wrestler I know you are, how’s that?”
“Yes,” I said, as I slowly nodded and we headed back to our cars, “I now feel silly for coming out.”
“Don’t,” Silver laughed, “you made an investment, you deserve to come up here and observe it. I get it. You come up anytime… and here, for your troubles.”
Silver slipped me a brown lunch bag, which I quickly stuffed in my pocket. Feeling it with my hand I could feel a few stacks of cash and a bag of cocaine in it. I winked at Silver and showed him my hand which he gladly shook. I nodded towards Ocean who waved at me for a far as I headed towards my rental SUV. I got into the Cadillac and drove off to my hotel as I peered in the side mirror and saw Silver and Ocean get into the Civic and laughed when the car dipped a bit when the big man. Once I was out of view from their car Silver smacked Ocean in the face as Ocean cried a bit.
“What the hell was that for?” Ocean yelled.
“For almost saying my fucking name you big dumb idiot,” Silver cocked back, going back to his Bronx accent, “with him it’s Silver, with us it’s Johnny. Remember?”
“It won’t happen again boss,” Ocean said quietly.
“Better not,” Johnny fired, as he turned his head to the back seat, “so did you get all that Jake?”
Jake Brown sat up from a laying position in the back as he had wireless headphones on. He ran the hair away from his face as he took the headphones off.
“Every word,” Jake said.
“You know what that means, right?” Johnny said, exchanging glances between Jake and Ocean.
“Yes,” Jake sighed, “he knows too much and he isn’t a marketable figure anymore…”
“Exactly,” Johnny nodded.
“What?” Ocean said, shocked, “you’re going to… really?”
“Yes,” Johnny smirked, “you fucking scared? Big fat bubbling bitch. Drive the car we need to get back.”
Ocean rolled his eyes and started the ignition as the Civic putted down the street as the rain started to come down again and bounce off the car.
April 10th, 2014 - Afternoon
I snorted the last of the coke up my nose as in went through my nostrils and into the crevices of my inner body. This hit made the hairs on my neck stand up and my toes curled up in my shoes. I was sitting in my Best Western hotel room, alone, in Pocatello, Idaho, just a few days away from the next edition of MNM. I threw my coke straw in the garbage and cleaned off the small mirror before going into the bathroom and throwing water into my face, cleaning it off.
“I am still so fucking confused… what the fuck happened?”
I spoke out loud as I leaned against the counter and buried my face into my palms. I am obviously referring to the incident that happened earlier in the week when our leader, Mario Maurako, was kidnapped and hasn’t been seen since. I used every contact I could find to get a hold of Mario but I couldn’t. I was starting to get really worried and was wondering if I should open a missing person’s file.
I walked out of the bathroom in my plain white shirt and black Ellen DeGeneres underwear as the door flew open and in walked Sean Fuller, who had just lost his match against Brianna Casablancas. I turned quickly to Fuller wide eyed and as if he read my mind he softly shook his head no. I swore loudly and grabbed a nearby side table and tossed it across the room as it hit the wall and left an indent.
“Who the fuck did you talk to?” I yelled, as I could hear yelling from other rooms.
“Everyone,” Fuller assured, “I used every tactic in the book!”
“Like what?”
“Nipple clamps,” Fuller began, “hot wax, wrenches, tazers, crowbars—“
“OK I get it,” I sighed, “but no one talked?”
“No…” Fuller began, pausing for a moment, “but I did forget to use the chainsaws…”
“Chainsaws,” I shook my head, “no, we don’t need to kill people. Just scare the shit out of them, like, seriously, this is not just our leader, this is our friend, our buddy. Mario is my good pal and I would be doing this too but I’m too busy trying to find a fifth member for us to do this and that is why I got Roach talking with the drug dealers and you just getting anybody I gave you on that list to fucking find him… Fuller?”
I stopped talking as Fuller was staring past me to the window. I turn around and see nothing in the window. I turn back to Fuller and look him over as it appeared he was listening to a conversation in his head.
“FULLER!” I screamed as he snapped to it, “we need to find Maurako! Yes, use the fucking chainsaw, smash them in the face with a whip, I don’t care, just get me some information!”
“Done,” Fuller said dryly, “I’ll make sure these leads are interrogated thoroughly so we get the information we need.”
Without another word Fuller left the room and I began to freak out more. I took the side table and put it back in its place before thinking about everything again and I launch the table again into the wall. I pick up the phone on the floor and see an advertisement on the floor from the phone book falling and flipping to that page. What it was advertising looked like an awesome idea so I dialled the number.
“Hello?” a soft ladies voice answered the phone.
“Um, yes,” I started, “I need your best package with your best girl pronto.”
“Absolutely!” the lady said, “that would be me, having problems?”
“You wouldn’t believe,” I sighed, “a shit load of events happening and I am stressed to the max and my usual tricks aren’t working and I just really need a pro to help.”
“You called the right place, sir,” the lady, “I’ll make you super relaxed, relieve all your tensions and make your muscles feel right nice. I’ll book you for this evening? Name.”
“Yes please!” I said in excitement, “under Bishop.”
I hang the phone down and lay out on the bed looking up at the ceiling, excited about this evening.
Few Hours Later…
“How’s that feel?”
“Fuck… good. You’re really deep, ah, fuck. You’re making me tingle all over.”
“That’s good, I’m going to push a little harder.”
“Do. Please, please, do.”
“I’m going to oil you up a bit more.”
“Do what you need to do to get going better.”
“Can I dig into your back?”
“If you need to, go right ahead.”
“OK.”
“I got to say… I’ve done this hundred times, and, I think you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“That’s great to hear… are you okay if I use my elbows next?”
“Not at all…”
The masseuse squirted some warm oil into her hand as she applied it to my bare back as I laid down with a towel covering from my hips down and she used her elbows to dig into my back and rid it of knots and sore muscles. I moaned a bit into my pillow from the absolute pleasure my body was being given right now from the professional at Renew You massage parlor, which was in the middle between my hotel and the place where Massacre is to be held. I laid my head down to its side as she took her skinny, yet strong, fingers and dug from my mid back to my shoulders.
“So, you’re pretty fit,” the masseuse noticed, “what exactly do you do for a living?”
“You’re looking at,” I began, “at the single greatest professional wrestler in the history of wrestling.”
“That’s sexy,” she flirted, “I love a men who isn’t afraid to wear a pair of tights and kick the crap out of another person. You big men sweating all over the mat. I bet you’re a pretty important person.”
“I totally am,” I confirmed to her, “one fourth… err, one third I should say, of the Family!”
“Problems?”
“Yes,” I began, “our leader, Mario, has gone missing and we have no idea where he is.”
“I wouldn’t worry honey,” she said in a calm, soothing tone, “he’s problem just got some personal issues he needs to sort so he’s checking out for a while… if he cares for you guys he’ll come back.”
“If by checking out to sort problems you mean to be kidnapped by suited men on purpose, then I guess you’re right,” I sarcastically barked back, “no, he wouldn’t have dumped us like this. Especially with everything on the line.”
“Truly sorry about your friend,” she sympathized, “but what’s on the line?”
She stopped massaging my back as she got some hot stones and placed them over my back. I flinched a bit as some of them burnt but I withstood them.
“Big match in a few weeks,” I explained, “it’s our team against that cunt’s team. Brianna Casablancas. The absolute bane of my existence.”
“Her name alone sounds annoying,” she guessed.
“You catch on quick,” I grinned, “it’s her team five versus our team of five.”
“If I remember correctly though,” she said, “you only have three?”
“I have someone lined up,” I retorted, “I’ve been in contact with him and he’s cool. Just going to meet up with him in person soon and talk details about his tag match. He’s teaming with one of our members for the advantage in the match.”
“These matches get really confusing for me,” she said honestly, taking a sip of ice water, “but that still only leaves you with four.”
“I know,” I sighed, “and let’s just say we are not the most popular people in our company. This guy I got lined up was pretty eager to get going but I haven’t had any biters. I’m hoping someone comes to us to be quite honest.”
“And what if they don’t?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s get away from the future,” she smiled, “what about this week? Any plans?”
“Well,” I started, “I was hoping for my goddamn rematch against that Casablancas to reclaim my Central Championship but the bitch won’t authorize it. Instead, I got our boss, President Dean, booking me in a match with The Lost Soul.”
“He sounds spooky,” she shivered.
“Not at all,” I laughed, “this man is quite literally a lost soul in our hallways. I remember when he had that hardcore match against Roach when Mario and I were deciding who we were going to add into the Family and it was down to those two. The Lost Soul almost won that match and I had respect for him then… but since then he’s done nothing but lose and made himself the laughing stock of our locker room. I’m not too worried about him to be honest with you. He’s lost to a few rookies in the past weeks so up against a threat like me? He’s got nothing.”
“Look at your confidence,” she smiled, “well, it seems your time is up. I’ll let you get dressed, take your time. Thanks for coming to Renew You.”
“No,” I stopped her, “thank you. I seriously needed that. My cocaine wasn’t working.”
“You’re what?” she gasped.
“I mean, uh, nevermind.”
She giggled as she left the room. I quickly got dressed and left her a sexy note with my number in the room and left. I paid for my services and walked out a few blocks to where my rental car was parked. I got in and started the ignition when my phone rang. The caller ID showed ‘MJ Bell’. What was she doing calling me? She never calls me. I hesitated for a moment. I picked the phone up and was about to answer but something inside me forced me not to. I swore out loud as the ringing stopped and I stared at my phone. The voicemail indicator was empty for a few moments until a notification illuminated it.
“Shit,” I said, as I put my phone on speaker and played her voicemail, leaning against the door window and placing my hand over my eyes.
“Of course you don't answer,” she started coldly, her voice very bitter, “You are seriously going to dodge my calls now? After all those times you wanted me to talk to you, now I actually call and you won't pick up. What, are you guilty? Is that it? Are you afraid of what I might say to you or maybe you know that I'm pissed off at you! I know you probably just stared at my number flashing on the screen. Come on, Ian! You were a big enough man to throw me into the floor, join the family while they beat us but you can't answer a fucking call?! I'm not asking for an apology because I know I won't ever get that from you. Ugh, you are the most confusing man I've ever met! You can't try and act nice then --I just... Forget it... Goodbye.”
The voicemail ended as I clutched my cell phone. I began to build in anger as I clenched my fist and my phone broke in a few pieces. I shook my head and began to get angry, as if this massage did absolutely nothing for me. I punched my steering wheel as the airbag deployed and smacked me in the face. My face started to fall with the deflating bag as my head was now resting on the wheel.
“Fuck.”
