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| Seamus Kelly vs Pitbull vs "Pretty" Ricky Stanton; Triple Threat Match | |
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| Yours Truly Lance Mikes | Feb 4 2008, 06:39 PM Post #1 |
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| "Pretty" Ricky Stanton | Feb 5 2008, 10:29 PM Post #2 |
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Holy Shit.....it's "Pretty" Ricky Stanton.... Yeah, that's what they all say when they see the Big Man from the Big Va arrive in any arena, any place, any time. He's the most recognized figure in wrestling history, and now, another chapter was being forged... ....H...C...friggin' W...... The scene fades in as the black 300C Limo pulls into the driveway of some building, some three blocks from the arena where Stanton's first appearance will be held...Inside the limo sits the Pretty Boy with his cell phone to his ear as usual. "Yeah...HCW that's right....uh huh, hell I don't know these people...well, I do know one but that's another story...what you say? Lance Mikes? We got history, he used to be on the grind you know...yeah, it's going to feel funny coming here to work but you know, I want a belt....talk to you later." As the Pretty Boy hangs up another phone call comes through and he picks up. "Pretty Boy." "Hey this is Big Baron from WTVS 90.3 and we were just informed that a wrestling icon was in town making his big debut!" Stanton laughs. "What do you want sir.." "Hey man I just want to know how does it feel starting from the beginning at another fed? I mean, everyone knows your history back in UWF...I mean, you're a God over there." God may have been pushing it, but he was a popular person, but just two or three fans though. "Ehhh what can I say, the Pretty Boy is versatile and can pick up anywhere and make his presence felt" "Now they have you going up against two other guys....In a debut! I mean that has to suck!" Yeah, it did. "Look I don't think about that because you know why? I'll tell you why man, When the Pretty Boy started out in Ultimate Wrestling Federation one of his first matches was a three-way..yeah, been there, done that, bootlegged the T-Shirts. This match will be done no different. It doesn't matter how many people are in that ring... They're just one Pretty Boy Drop away from losing..at all times..." "Now in fact dude we haven't heard from any of your opponents" "Man you probably won't and do you want to know why? They're somewhere changing their clothes after they shit themselves when they heard they're going into the ring with the Prettiest Man in History, but the dirtiest player in the game. Seamus Kelly....sounds like a transvestite on cocaine trying to mix in what he likes the most into his name....that's just wrong..hold on...." Ricky leans out the window of his limo "Yeah can I get a double whopper with cheese and bacon" Ricky leans back inside the limo "And how about this Pitbull guy....Pitbull? Is that supposed to strike fear into me? I get it...How about I come to the ring calling myself "Michael Vick" so we can make this an even fight ya know? I'm not sure what Lance is doing up there in the office but this is ridiculous. What's next? Wrestlers with symbols as names?" Ricky leans back outside the limo "Sorry babe, but can I get some fries with that? and a Big Coke..yeah that would be great." Ricky leans back into the limo "Let's talk about this week, the moment of history here for HCW...Let's talk about "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, the Prettiest Wrestler in history making his mark in the ring this week against two people that don't know what the hell they're in for. It's almost sad, but funny in a way. I hope they've watched the tapes, I hope they're taking their Centrum and practicing how to suck from a straw really good because when this match is over they're going to need to do both." Limo pulls up to pickup window and Ricky leans out and gets his food as girls scream "Yeah honey whatever just give me my whopper thank you...(runs window up)" "Well Ricky that's all I need and good luck in your matchup." "No probs radio man, take care" Ricky hangs up the phone and begins to eat. He looks out the window as he knows that it's hard starting over. Sometimes you get so comfortable in places that you ignore being misused, you ignore being overlooked for title shots, and you get used to just dealing with what you got before you. That time...was over. As the limo pulled up to the parking deck and stopped, Ricky got out and walked to his lockeroom and dropped his bags on a bench. He stood there, looking around knowing that he was far from what he knew. "I"m doing this for me...no one else," he said to himself as he walked around. He had to make a change. UWF was good but he's doing nothing but coaching the young guys and keeping things entertaining for viewers...there really wasn't much left for him there..... "Dude, it's been time," a voice says at the door. Ricky turns around to discover it's his cousin "Beautiful" Bobby Stanton. "Yeah, I know." " I wouldn't worry too much cuz. I know what you're thinking. And taking on these two other guys this week in a three way will show everyone in this federation what you're here for. So what if you're older than probably everyone else," Ricky smurks. "What matters is getting a title belt around your waist man...you know that. What good is it to be famous and only that? No gold to show for it..yeah, you're good but even you have to admit you want more." "....yeah....I do." "Then relax cousin and enjoy this place...it's new...new beefs, new money, new material already done, you're going to have a blast, hell, I might join you one of these days...." "Yeah it's going to be a good change for me...coming somewhere where people don't know me, and I'm just another face in the crowd..yeah, this will be good." "Yeah man even if you're the Prettiest Wrestler in History and a UWF Hall of Famer...no one knows who you are here...all they know it's just another guy trying to get a title." "Yeah, and that's all I need them to know...." ---to be continued...... |
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| Seamus | Feb 6 2008, 10:05 PM Post #3 |
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Seeing the world a little differently Chapter 1: Parole ------------------------------------------------------- Drip ~ Drip I lay in my cage. My only solice is the dripping fawcett at the side of the room. Drip ~ Drip I turn my head to look toward the noise but instead of seeing a dripping fawcett like everyone else I see my own personal waterfall spanning as high as the heavens. Swish ~ Swish The waterfall is a thing of beauty. In my damp dreary dungeon I dwell in. I hear a noise I have come to know well. The footsteps. The Zookeeper. As he approaches I can smell his heavy cologne mixed with the sweat of walking down here and the greesy meat substance he had for lunch. He stops at my cage I continue to look toward the waterfall. "Hello Warden" Then he starts to speak. He was not sweating more then usual his heart at a normal rate so for once he was not lying. Warden: Sebastian Morreau? I closed my eyes and see this clown walk into my cell and honk his nose. Then his head explodes. "You know full well who I am." What a moron. I open my eyes and see nothing as usual but I turn toward the sound of the fawcett and the waterfall appears again. Warden: I'm taking you in front of the parole board. Out of the waterfall walks an angel. My angel. My Emily. She blows me a kiss. Emily: I love you Bastian. Her angelic figure fades to darkness the waterfall turns from the smooth cooling waters to an erupting volcano of liquid hot lava. Her voice lingers in my head like a song you cannot shake. I can't go before the parole board I belong in here. I can't be let free. I can't be. I won't hurt anyone else. No one else needs to get hurt. "I will pass" Like many times before the warden does not take my answer and I can hear my cage door open. and he steps inside then a few guards come from around the corner and step inside as well. Many footsteps, heavy breaths, sweating, some of them were nervous. They should be. I'm a monster. I raise up my hand and look toward it I see a fur covered hand with large sharp claws. Emily: Don't be afraid. I can't shake her voice. It has lingered with me since that day. ~BANG~ Emily*voice slowly slipping away*; Bastian. I love you. I feel the guards and the warden pick me up. They move me toward the door and out of my cage. I hear scream, whistles, frantic heart beats, and the faint sound of a harmonica playing. I look straight ahead and I see many cages with demons and monsters filling them all trying to lunge out at me or pointing toward my cage telling me I cannot go. I know none of what I see is there only blackness but it feels so real. I get lead into a room and sat down in a chair. My hands are cuffed behind my back through the back of the chair. I hear papers ruffeling. The sounds of whispers and heartbeats. Whispers saying. "Is he blind.". 3 destinct breathing paterns. One fidgeting with a pen continuously clicking the top of it. One ruffling papers, and the last one is nervous and his leg is bouncing making a light ticking noise on the ground. They all smell different. I look up but in the darkness instead of seeing a three person parole board I see the 3 cloaked furies of greek mythology. The Judgement weilding fates. Emily: You'll be alright. When she said that. She couldn't be anymore wrong. I can't leave. I belong here. Parole Chairman: Sebastian Morreau, why do you feel you should be paroled? this man had obviously not seen the confusion and pain in my face. Maybe he was as blind as I am. "I don't. This is where I belong. What I did there is no forgiveness for. A monster belongs in a cage." I heard them whispering. ~Who wants to be in here?~I think he has learned that what he did was wrong~ Then I hear the 2 words I have been dreading for 4 years. Parole Chairman: Parole Approved. Why?. Even if I could function in the world. where was I to go?. I had no home. No family. No friends. Only the illusions my mind creates to compensate and even those can be frightening. What was I going to do?. I sat there looking at the furies. Their Judgement had been told. My fate been sealed, released another monster upon the world. The furies fade to black as my cuffs are undone by an anxious rookie guard grunting his teeth. Then I'm taken out of the room and into another area of the zoo. With many voices, many different smells, some pleasant some not. A man hands me a bag and my cane. They take me outside. I hear this vehicle pull up. I look toward the noise of the tires rubbing against the gravel ground and I see a world war 2 POWwagon transporting POWs to different locations. The guard talks to the driver about letting me bum a safe passage to the drop point then letting me go. When I was put onto that bus I did not want to get off. I had not been in this world for 4 years I did not want to know what it had become. The bus starts and my journey begins. The ride us bumpy. The other monsters on the bus smell like the dead as some talk to themselves and others yell that they want food. I am the only one that appreciates the value of silence. I hear the sound of a car approaching fast. It was not a truck the wheel runs sounded too short the wheeels were smaller. The car hits the bus and runs us off the road. I then hear a car door slam and a few gun shots. Then deffening footsteps as the bus is emptied and everyone leaves. Everyone but me. I lay across the back 2 seats of the POW wagon waiting to be picked up. Or killed. ~We got him. Lets go. The Boss will be pleased~ Then the car doors shut again and the car peals out. I was again alone. This time stranded lord knows where with nothing, no one. Emily: Don't be afraid. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Perspective Change ----------------------------------------------------------------- I'm just a simple girl. 27 years old and I live at home with my little brother and sister. I'm raising them the best I can since our parents died. I rarely get time away from the troops so when my friend Shannon asked if I wanted to go on a road trip. I felt I deserved atleast one. I dropped the kids off at my uncle's place. They like him. He's rich and has other kids that they can play with. And that is when my adventure began. We were on a road trip just outside new york. Shannon hears this car peel out from a side road. Shannon: That sounded cool. Lets go check it out. I'm not really the adventurous type. But Shannon was and I knew if I had said no she would have bothered me for the rest of the trip. and there was also chelsea in the car. She was a dumb slut. but she did whatever Shannon did so they would both be bothering me for the rest of the trip so I figured might as well get it over with. Allison: Alright.. Fine lets check it out. We pull down the side road and see this prison bus pulled off the side of the road. at the side of the bus are 2 bloodied guards not moving. I assumed they were dead. We parked right behind the bus and were looking at the mess that had happened. Then Shannon has to go and ruin it. Shannon: Someone go check it out. See if there is a walkie talkie or something so we can call the cops and get them down here. Our cell phones won't work this far out of the city. She was crazy. None of us should leave the car. We should just drive to the nearest town then call the police. Allison: We should just go to the nearest town and then call the cops from there. She looked at me as if I were a scared little child. Shannon: You never do anything outragious Ally. I say you get out and check it out. Look for a walkie talkie. Come on. You never get to take a risk like this. We'll be here just scream and we'll come if you need us. She was right. I never do anything risky. I never get the chance. I was going to go for it. I smiled at my friends and hopped out the convertable roof of the car. I slowly walked toward the bus. I looked down at the dead guards none had walkie talkies. I had to go into the bus. I walked onto the bus. I called out to see if anyone was there. Allison: Hello?. is anyone there? I looked at the back of the bus and there was a person sprauled across the back seats. He or She didn't say anything so I figured I'd check it out and see if they were dead as well. I walked to the back and I saw this guy in a prison jump suit looking straight up but he was blinking so he was alive. Allison: Hello? Then he spoke. "You're not one of them." I was confused. A guard?. A prisoner?. Allison: One of which? His answer was unexpected. "A monster." I looked at him. I knew he had to be bad, A criminal of some kind to be on that bus. But there was something about him. Something in his eyes. Allison: Are...Are you alright? Stupid question he looked fine. "Nobody is alright. Lets just say I'm where I belong." Nobody belongs stranded on a bus in the middle of nowhere. Allison: Where is everyone else? "Gone" Why didn't he leave too? Allison: But you stayed? "I don't belong out there." He reached down and grabbed a cane from under his seat. and held it in his hands. Allison: There doesn't appear to be a walkie talkie on the bus. Whoever did this must have taken them. Me and my friends are going to drive to the nearest town and call the police. We could....Give you a ride...if you like?? What was I thinking?..He was a convict...probably escaped convict by the looks of the broken down bus..But he didn't look harmful.. "I'll stay. Wait for the police. I'm good here." He didn't look good. He wasn't harmed but looked ill. Allison: It will make me feel better if you come with us. I don't want to just abandon someone. I'll buy you something to eat. "I don't eat." Everyone eats. But oddly by the look of him. I believed him. Allison: Thats unhealthy. Please. Come. I was out of my mind. But he answered. "Decency. Fine. I'll come to the nearest town." Then I smiled at him and walked backward toward the door. He stood up he was much taller then me. He picked up a bag from under his seat. But he just stood there looking blankly into the air. He walked foreward dragging his cane on the floor and gliding his hands against the seats. I didn't think nothing of it. We got off the bus. I walked toward Shannon's car but he stood there for a second smelling the air. A first sign of freedom I guess. Then he started to walk toward the car. I got to the car Shannon looked scared. Shannon: What the hell? is that a prisoner? Allison: Yup. You said do something risky. We are taking him to the nearest town. She was such a hipocrate. Shannon: I meant go on the bus not offer to take a fugitive with us. Thats illegal. Allison: So is going onto the bus. Shannon never took her own advice. But she gave it quickly this time. Shannon: Fine. but he gets in the back with Chelse and if he kills us its your fault. and I'll never forgive you. I smiled and shook my head. I turned to him. Allison: Ok hop in. He walked over and dragged his hand across the car then he grabbed the door handle and got into the back seat. There was something idd about him. He put his bag and cane between him and Chelsea. Then Shannon took off in the car. He just sat there. not looking out. not talking. or doing anything. I thought i'd be polite and talk to him. Allison: So what is your name? "Bastian..." I always liked that name. Since watching The Never Ending Story as a child. Allison: Nice to meet you Bastian. My name is Allison. This is Shannon and the girl beside you is Chelsea. "Charmed." Chelsea saw every man as just another oppertunity to lay on her back. So I should have anticipated what she would say Chelsea: Hey Bastian. You like my dress? He reached over and grabbed the bottom of her dress which startled her. Chelsea: What are you doing? Then I figured it out. The smelling the air. Avoiding eye contact. Touching her dress. He was blind. or gay. But I'll go with blind. "Silk cotton blend. nice." Chelsea looked shocked that he did that I laughed.. Allison: Chelse. He's blind. he can't see your dress. She then got a look of guilt on her face. Chelsea: Oh. I'm so sorry. feel free to touch. I didn't know. Then typical Shannon. Shannon: So Bastian what are you in for? That is not a nice question. I don't think he wants to talk about it. I wouldn't. "Murder." I quivered as did the rest of the girls. Was this a mistake? did I get us killed?.. Allison: who...who did you kill? He didn't answer..But I could see throught the car mirrors the pain in his eyes after the question. My guess. An accident. someone he loved. Family perhaps. We pulled into Newark Newjersey. I hate jersey. But then we went to the nearest motel. I was going to get him settled before we left. I'd feel bad just telling him to go on his own. We got out of the car and walked toward the hotel entrance. I saw this thug guy on rollerbaldes swipe an old lady's purse. I yelled out. Allison: SOMEONE STOP THAT GUY... He was passing us but there was nothing I could really do. But then I saw something remarkable. The thug laughed that he passed me then Bastian sweeped the wheels of the rollerblades with his cane sending the thug flying and the purse flying into the air. Bastian casually walked forward and put out his hand then the purse landed in his hand and he handed it to the lady as she walked by. Then he just kept walking behind me. I stopped for a minute. Allison: How did you do that? "Years of practise." We walked into the motel. I checked him in. Then I saw him sitting at a table leaning on his cane. I couldn't leave him alone. Convict or not. He was a blind man who just got out of prison. He must be so alone. I walked out to the car. Allison: Shannon. I'm staying. She looked at me with anger and confusion. Shannon: what do you mean you are staying? Allison: I feel sorry for him. I want to stay with him until I can get him back on his feet. I'll call my uncle and let him know. and I'll call you when I get back home. Shannon shook her head. Shannon: look whatever. But just don't go getting yourself killed. I smiled gave her a hug then they drove off. I walked back into the motel. I lead Bastian to our 2 bed room. and went inside. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Perspective Change ----------------------------------------------------------------- Now I lay on this soft mattress in a room with a strange woman I just met. What was her story? Why was she so kind?. I did not deserve her kindness. nor did I earn it. Was it pity? "Don't pity me." He footsteps were light, soft, rhythmic she wore the perfume. The perfume I bought Emily. Then I saw her an angel com from the blackness. Emily: I love it. Thank you. and she faded away. I new what my emily looked like. her every smell, every sound. Every curve of her wonderful body. Yet I kept seeing her as an angel. Maybe in my mind thats what she is. Allison: I don't mean to pity you. Its not because of your condition. Its because I can see it. The pain in your eyes. You need someone. Atleast for a few days. what a sweatheart. But why?. Then an image of her came to me. Another angel. this time with dark hair and no face or and body was covered in a cloak. I had not known her well but she was another angel to me. I sat up. "Leave me." Everyone in my life gets hurt. she was an angel. I did not want her to get hurt. The longer she stayed. The more likely. Allison: Why? I heard a knock at the door. Then a voice. ~Room Service~ I'm not hungry. I can't eat. I don't know why? I haven't been able to for months. The Angle opens the door I see the roomservice as a tortured maimed woman on a plate. I can't eat. But I walked over to the tray tapping my cane lightly on the ground. I reached out and touched the tray. I grabbed a glass. Applejuice. I smelt it from back at the bed. I opened it and took a drink. The room service crat and lady then left. "I don't want you to get hurt. You've been nice to me. So as an act of niceness on my part. I ask you to leave." I could feel her eyes on me. Smell her perfume, hear her breathing as it becomes heavy. Allison: I'm not going anywhere until I know you will be alright. Unconditional kindness. Rare in people now adays. "I'll be fine." I could hear her walking toward me and the angle fades away to blackness. Allison: No you won't. Stubborn girl. If she wanted to stay. I warned her. I turned I heard water dripping. This time it did not manifest a waterfall. Just let me know where the bathroom was. I walked over and opened the door. Walked into the bathroom and sat on the side of the toilet. Then I saw her again. My emily. She was reaching out to me. Emily: Bastian. You look sad. Care to dance, Then I heard my own voice. Bastian: How can I?. Emily: I'll teach you. Its very similar to that martial arts you do. Only more intimate. Bastian: Alright,. You could always talk me into doing things. She faded away. Why can't I cry?. I want to. I want to bawl my eyes out. I want to express it. Tears are not a show of weakness but a sign of strength because it shows you have a heart and strength of the heart is stronger then any physical strength. But I can't cry. Why? I walk out of the bathroom and I hear Allison on the phone. Then I lay on my bed. The room becomes my cage. I see the bars. Its like I never left. Allison: I got you a job. But you aren't going to like it. One phonecall and she got me a job. What can I do? what kind of a job? "I'm listening" Allison: Well my cousin knows a guy who works as a booking agent for the PDW its a wrestling federation. He said he could get you a job as a wrestler. I told him they you were blind. He said that would be unique awesome and put butts in the seats. So if if you do not want the job I can call back. A wrestling federation. I can use my only true talents. What my foster father taught me. Maybe someone there can stop me give me what I deserve, let me be with my emily once again. "I'll take it". Allison:but you could get hurt. "No more then I already am." Allison: Well he said that you could have a match this week. Against a two men named Pitbull and "Pretty"Ricky Stanton A dog?. and a man who wishes to be called Pretty. Seems a little odd but I'll take it. Maybe they can help me reach what I long for. "I need some air." I walk toward the door gliding my cane against the wall and open the door I walk outside. I lean against the wall and fall to sitting. The sounds of the world. The screams, the laughter, the gun shots. It manifested. I saw all the footsteps as monsters and demons. The air as fire. Everything around as rubble. I saw the world as what it seemed to me. Hell. I long for the end. When my existance is nothing more then a mild memory. They say in heaven everyone can see. So if I make it there. Which is unlikely. I can see her. for the first time. truly see my Emily. I long for death. Its the only pain I haven't had to endure. Could this Pitbull or Ricky Stanton help me?. I doubt it. Its like I'm cursed. She is gone yet I remain to live in darkness untill the fated end. Bring that end. Bring the fated end I long for. I no longer wish to be this monster. Existance is pointless. Let me go. I remember when she was with me. I used to smile. I can almost not remember the feeling. 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