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An Event Of Sorts Pt. 1 Of 2
Topic Started: Jun 12 2008, 05:00 PM (50 Views)
Howard Thompson
sVo Wrestler
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Prior to Showdown 28 there was a constant fight of bickering back and forth outside the Lansdowne Road arena in Dublin, Ireland. After watching Paige Johnson purchase a new hired gun it was very clear to Howie Banks that the numbers game was going to be too much.

Heading out towards the limousine that was waiting for him was both Howie and his old bodyguard and long time friend Jeeves. The two had been the ones having a heated conversation about a number of different things.

Before Howie steps inside the limo he looks back to Jeeves and finishes the conversation that wasn’t really picked up or seen too well.

Banks: “I know I have to be in Brazil this Sunday to take on Night.”

He explained as he stuffed his things inside the back of the limo after opening the door.

Jeeves: “Then what are you doing heading in the opposite direction?”

Jeeves seemed worried, wanting to know what he was up too.

Howie had a long pause and didn’t say much for a good couple of seconds.

Jeeves: “Well…”

Jeeves was waiting for an answer, not leaving the parking lot without one.

Banks: “Well ... nothing.”

He pauses, as he continues to speak aloud.

Banks: “I’m going to take care of some business and then I’ll be heading on over to Brazil with the rest of you guys. Just get on the plane with Langarang and Bondy and I’ll see you over there.”

Jeeves couldn’t help but complain about the idea of hanging out with Gunner Lang and Chris Bond, two of Howie Banks good friends.

Jeeves: “But dude, they’re always picking on me and it’s not cool. I can’t do it, I won’t do it.”

Howie closed the door and walks over to Jeeves before leaving finally.

Banks: “Do you want some cheese with that whine, Jeeves?”

Howie stood there, seriously wanting to know.

Jeeves: “Don’t be like that, Howie.”

Banks turned around and began to walk off.

Banks: “Then go home, Jeeves.”

Jeeves shook his head.

Jeeves: “No man, just stop being an asshole.”

Howie shrug his shoulders, almost to the door of the limo.

Jeeves: “Whatever then, I’ll see you Sunday, have a good trip!”

Howie opened the back door to the long black stretch limousine as he stepped inside it and closed the door behind him.

Jeeves stood in awe as he watched Howie take off out of the parking lot and towards the open road.

Jeeves: “Sorry man.”

Jeeves waved goodbye.

Howie was gone and now Jeeves would have the decision to make of going to Brazil or just going home.

Jeeves: “Hmm…”

Wearing a three piece suit and black dress shoes, Jeeves looked at his wrist to check what time it was.

Jeeves: “Oh, shit…”

He seemed worried about something…

Jeeves: “I better find Gunner or Chris.”

Jeeves looked around the parking lot, then all of a sudden running away.

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Inside the limo now with Howie Banks as he is heading somewhere in the opposite direction he is scheduled to be on.

Banks: “Sometimes I just want to get away and do things on my own, you know?”

He pauses.

Banks: “Nobody can seem to understand that.”

He shakes his head.

Banks: “Oh well.”

Howie takes a deep breath while looking out the window.

Banks: “So anyways…”

Banks takes out an Atlas book, opens it up to page thirty seven and then points on a piece of land mass.

Banks: “That’s where were headed!”

Milan, Italy.

Banks: “I’m on my way back there to finish some unfinished business, if you will…”

He smiles.

Banks: “The place where I joined up with Gunner Lang and JD James after capturing the sVo Tag Team Titles for the very first time in my career.”

Howie begins to reminisce on old times until the remembrance of it all being taken away comes in to place.

Banks: “Damn those Bad Religion sons of bitches!”

Howie closes the Atlas.

All the memories in his head a few seconds ago, now vanish.

Banks: “The best part of that trip to Milan, Italy was that I met somebody.”

Howie takes out his wallet from his back blue jean pocket and pulls out a picture of a young girl around her mid 20’s.

Banks: “Her name is Nikkie.”

Banks can’t help but stare at it for a moment or two until putting it back in his wallet.

Banks: “She’s different.”

He continues on…

Banks: “Her name is spelt different, her accent is different, her views and opinions on life are different. I guess you could say she’s a lot like the woman in my dreams.”

Banks tries not to get all red faced.

Banks: “And that’s why I plan on going back to see her.”

What exactly was it that Howie had in mind? What ‘business’ did he have to take care of?

Banks: “I am going to ask her the one question any man asks a woman when he’s in love.”

He smirks.

Banks: “I am going to ask her to marry me.”

Marry him?

“Hollywood” Howie Banks has never been married!

He hasn’t even had any kids!

There was that time he faked it all, but that was just for news publicity.

Could this be true? Could Howie Banks really get married this time?

Or was this another sick joke?

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After arriving to the airport in Ireland and boarding on a plane to Milan, Italy. Finally, Howie Banks made it to his destination.

Banks: “It’s day time…”

Howie rubbed his chin with his hand ever so smoothly.

Banks: “Perfect.”

He had a mischievous smile upon his face as he made his way into none other than another long black stretch limousine.

Prior to making his appearance at the Brera Art Museum where Nikkie worked, Howie was not going there to show her the picture he had told her about earlier. Instead he had other idea’s.

Banks: “I really hope she says yes.”

Howie begins to shake a bit.

Banks: “I’m starting to get nervous.”

Banks tries to contain himself.

Banks: “I can do this, I just need to be confident.”

He starts to become more positive and settles down.

Banks: “I know I haven’t asked a girl to marry me before, but that’s alright. I’m Howie Banks, she can’t say no.”

And here it was…

The Brera Art Museum in Milan, Italy.

Howie stepped out of the limo that had stopped along side it. Howie looked up and around the building one more time, remembering the very first time he had visited it.

Banks: “Museums aren’t really my thing, but this one is special.”

Howie smiles as he finally closes his door and begins to walk up a flight of steps towards the front doors of the building.

He is seen wearing white Nike Air running shoes with a black stripe on both sides of the model. Going up his body now he is wearing white shorts with green specks of flowers on them. Going even further towards his head area he is wearing a white dress shirt with dark green stripes going down across it. The buttons hold it closed in tight from seeing any of his body skin.

Howie continues to walk in further as he takes a look to a big desk in front where the receptionist of the museum sits. He looks up and notices Nikkie sitting in the chair as she stares down to a piece of paper.

He interrupts what she’s doing…

Banks: “Remember me?”

She looks up, matching the face with the voice.

Nikkie: “Oh my gosh!”

Banks: “Hi.”

She runs up and hugs him as Howie has a big smile on his face.

She pulls him away and begins to question him.

Nikkie: “What are you doing here?”

She goes over and sits back down in her chair as Howie tries to explain…

Banks: “Well…”

Before he can, she jumps to conclusions.

Nikkie: “I see your hands empty.”

She pauses.

Nikkie: “You don’t have the picture?”

He shakes his head.

Nikkie: “Why not?”

Banks: “Let me explain…”

She nods.

Nikkie: “Okay.”

Howie takes a deep breath.

Banks: “I’m here because of you.”

She points to herself, mouthing the word ‘me’.

Banks: “Yes, you.”

He pauses, trying to ponder the words he’s been wanting to say.

Banks: “I’ve been single for quite some time now. And I never really took relationships all that serious before. Until I met you. And I guess you took me by surprise with the little time we spent together. What I’m trying to say is…”

Howie reaches into his pocket as he pulls out a little black box. Nikkie’s eyes light up when he gets down on one knee and opens it up.

Banks: “Will you marry me, Nikkie?”

Banks looks up too her, waiting for an answer. Nikkie has a surprised look upon her face.

What will be her answer?


To be continued…

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