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An Event Of Sorts Pt. 2 Of 2
Topic Started: Jun 13 2008, 06:55 PM (66 Views)
Howard Thompson
sVo Wrestler
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Standing in front of the most beautiful woman, waiting for the only answer I could possibly want to hear, I waited patiently, hoping this was it, hoping this was the end of my long journey.

I could feel the emotions inside of me; they had never seemed so strong in all my life.

Neither was the wait for a response.

That was until she finally said something…

Nikkie: “No.”

No?

Did she really say that?

Or was it all in my mind, or hers?

I asked myself that again, this time saying it aloud in the presence of her.

Banks: “No?” I looked away, and then back too she, hoping it wasn’t the real answer.

Nikkie: “No.”

I cocked my head too her, squinting my eyes, trying to understand why.

Nikkie: “I’m sorry.”

I felt hurt, but only for a mere moment in time.

Banks: “I can’t believe this.” I paused, for a brief second.

Banks: “No?” I shook my head.

Banks: “Nobody says no to Hollywood!” I turned away, something I thought I wouldn’t or couldn’t do. My back was now the last thing she seen, as I began to leave.

Nikkie: “Wait!”

She exclaimed as I kept taking one step after another, on my way to Brazil for my match against Night.

Banks: “I don’t know what I was thinking anyways.” Not even acknowledging enough respect for her, I kept my back towards her as I responded.

Banks: “I don’t know what I’m doing or who I am. But that’s not me.” Before making my final exit, I stopped, only to explain my actions.

Banks: “Marriage?” Heh. I shook my head and laughed.

Banks: “I’m the mansion livin’, club thrillin’, money spillin’, Hollywood Howie Banks!” But who I was trying to convince?

Banks: “I don’t need you and I definitely don’t need marriage!”

Again, I ask myself…

Who was it that I was trying to convince?

I guess I wasn’t too sure.

Oh well.

Either way, I didn’t wait any longer; I just walked out that door.

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Immediately following the situation that had gone down in Milan, Italy, it was now time for me to get my ass in gear.

With only a few days until Sunday night’s big Showdown event between myself and Night, I had to think fast.

Banks: “I guess I can get a plane right now if I head to the nearest airport.”

Looking at a map as I sat in the back of the same black stretch limousine that had picked me up from the airport before.

Estadio Gigantinho, Porto Alegre, Brazil.

Whatever that meant.

Maybe I should have listened for once, maybe I should of stayed put with Jeeves and just got there early like everybody else did.

But I’m not him, nor am I anybody else.

I’m only one man.

“Hollywood” Howie Banks.

Banks: “You can probably imagine how I’m feeling right about now.” I said with a sad look upon my face, trying to set my sights on the task at hand.

Banks: “Night.”

The same man who has beaten me on every occasion we’ve been through.

The first time in a hardcore iron man match. Where he took away my Hardcore Championship.

The next time was more recently, when I was a victim of a major loss at Retribution in the Organised Chaos match.

But as I sat made my arrival to the airport, boarded a plane to Brazil and finally got situated, I got to thinking.

Banks: “I can do this.” I said it again, in another way.

Banks: “I can beat him.” I became more confident, hoping my beliefs could only be one of many things to help me rise on top in this match up.

Banks: “I need this.” I continued to stay focused, not allowing any negativity in at all.

Banks: “He’s only a dreamer, he CAN be stopped!” I clenched my fist on the plane, hoping nobody thought I was threatening anybody or anything.

Banks: “I remember the last time I was in first class.”

The memories began to come back.

Banks: “And yet sVo management has still screwed me over time and time again, not giving me my rightful shot at the Las Vegas Title.”

I chuckled, thinking of Jeeves, the fake plastic belt and the little kid’s mother screaming.

Banks: “Good times, good times.”

I couldn’t help but smile, it was all up from here.

The only thing left to do now was get some shut eye and meet up with the gang in Brazil.

ZZZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZZzzzZZZZZZzzzZZZZZZZ *snore*

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Jeeves: “It’s about time you got here.”

Jeeves was waiting, greeting me off the plane after I had called him to let him know I was safe and on my way.

Banks: “I know.”

Jeeves looked at me, up and down, trying to figure it out.

Jeeves: “You did it again, didn’t you?”

I cocked my head, thinking inside, “did what?”

Jeeves: “She said no, eh?”

I nodded.

Jeeves shook his head, then putting his arm on my shoulder.

Banks: “But that’s alright, Jeeves.”

I grabbed my bags, starting to walk in the opposite direction with Jeeves following me.

Banks: “Because girls will come and girls will go but what we have right here is a friendship that will last a life time.”

I turned around, giving my bags to him. I looked up, giving him a look of please.

Banks: “I just went through hell buddy, what do you say you carry my bags for old time’s sake?”

I flung the bag strap over his shoulder, as I winked.

Jeeves: “Alright, but you better beat Night.”

I stopped, placed my hand on his shoulder and said.

Banks: “You never know, Jeeves.”

With a confident smirk on my face, I said it again.

Banks: “You never know.”

Walking side by side now we were heading to Showdown.

Would I beat Night finally?

Only one way to find out…

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Edited by Howard Thompson, Jun 13 2008, 06:59 PM.
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