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This Is The Day; showdown 30 rp 1
Topic Started: Jun 18 2008, 02:52 PM (80 Views)
Alex Ross
The Perfect 10
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After a hit for hit, sledge hammer for sledge hammer brawl with Mad Max, Alex Ross takes this week to wind-down, less physical training and a little more partying. His friend Talon, however, is still waiting on some time to get together to be taught more on how he can "become successful" like Alex Ross. Ross will continue to avoid Talon, finding him a date in Mexico while at the same time convincing him that it is part of his training.

It's not a nice day, the sun is hidden by cement-gray clouds spread sky-wide. The heat is dry, very dry. The weather will not clear up all day, either; perhaps reflecting the day itself, overall. This is the day that Alex Ross makes a wrong turn in his life, which could possibly threaten his shot at the World Title at Countdown to Violence. This is the day that Alex Ross starts to lose the only person who cares about him. This is the day that Alex Ross will be at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people.

This is the day.

We open up in the usual generic hotel room scene, the bed is a mess, but it suits the suite's run-down quality. The ceiling is water-stained and the lights give off a poor dim yellow. Alex Ross stands in front of the bathroom mirror, taking water into his hands and splashing it on his face. It drips from his nose into the sink, when he notices that the water has a reddish tint. He raises his left hand to his forehead and looks, there is blood on it; not a lot of blood, though. He had gotten just a small nick in forehead in his match against Mad Max last week. The gash must have opened back up a little, it wasn't a big deal. The damn hobo could fight, though. That's why Alex Ross thinks he needs a break this week, and rightfully, he has been matched up against the UnSanctioned frequent, Kaden Alonzo. Ross has shaken Alonzo out of his mind, finding him to be of little threat. He washes the remaining blood away, along with his cares. Tonight was going to be fun, as long as he could keep Talon busy. It was almost like babysitting him. Ross cared enough to put up with him, which he wouldn't do for most people, but friends just weren't a part of his lifestyle anymore.

Ross steps away from the sink in his '10/10' signature t-shirt and distressed jeans. He looked pretty good and he knew it. His hair was still wet from the shower and his beard was freshly trimmed. He rolls his shoulders for a quick stretch and then wanders over to the nightstand where his cellphone lay. This thing gets a lot more use since Talon's been around, and Alex Ross is not surprised to find a missed call from him. He clicks 'send' and calls Talon back. The phone barely rings before it's picked up.


Talon: Hey Ross.

Ross: Hey, I have a missed call from you, what do you want?

Talon: Well I figured that since we're both trying to wind-down from our wins this week, that we might go out and celebrate. It'd be a good relaxer.

Ross: Oh... Well, I'm sorry man... But we just don't have the time.

Talon: Why not?

Ross: Uhhh, well... See, you have a... A date tonight!

Talon: I do?

Ross: Uhh, yeah. See, it's phase one of your training to be a real contender, you need confidence... And I thought what better a way then to set you up on a blind date?

Talon: Alright, what time?

Ross: I'd say about 7:00, but I'll meet you outside of the hotel. We'll take a cab up and you can meet her at Jorge's.

Talon: Who's Jorge?

Ross: It's the restaurant. Anyway, your objective tonight will be to go all the way, take her back to your hotel room. Got it? I don't want to hear from you from the minute we get out of that cab tonight. From there on, you are on your own and you will use your instincts to get inside of her pants. I know you're not usually big on this, but this has to be the first step. Alright? Make sure you're ready. Dress nice.

Alex Ross hangs the phone up without really saying goodbye and tucks his phone away in his pocket.

Ross: Dammit, I'm going to have to find a Mexican hooker.

Ross goes into the side table drawer in the nightstand and he finds a phone book. "Do they have prostitutes in the yellow pages in Mexico?" he thought. He files through the 'P"s in the book but finds nothing of the sort. He'd have to dig deeper. Ross walks over to the side of his bed and slips his shoes on, heading out the door.

He finds himself being struck with a wave of dry heat as he opens the door. He grumbles to himself about the heat and closes the door behind him. Not long before he has left, however, his cell phone starts vibrating. Ross takes it out and yes, as he predicted, it's Talon. He answers it.


Ross: *irritated* What?

Talon: Just wanted to let you know that word is that Kaden Alonzo is going to step up this week, giving everything he has. Something about saving the sVo from a possible Alex Ross title reign or something.

Ross: Ah yes, savior of all things, he is. Well if you hear from him, let him know that I'm still not budging. He's going to be an easy win and if he wants to try and die for all of our sins or something, make sure he knows that I will gladly assist him in that. Call me Pontius Pilot. If the guy had as much sense as he does tattoos, he might be smart enough to stop while he's ahead and just not show up. The guy is a coward behind his little Cult cover-up and I'll tell you what, I'm not afraid to hit a druid in the fucking head with his own torch.

Talon: Easy killer, just wanted to let you know. See you around 7:00, you said?

Ross: Yeah. Okay, bye.

Ross hangs up the phone once again and goes on his way through Monterrey, Mexico, aimlessly. He still has to find someone he can pay to have sex with Talon without Talon finding out, but he has no idea where to look. After walking without a sense of direction, Alex Ross comes across a man with a purple button up dress shirt, a shirt that seems to shine like a hologram when you walk by. It is half unbuttoned and the man has chest hair pouring out of the top of the shirt. He has a mustache, the big, thick porn-style. He is a true Mexican pimp, or at least appears that way to Alex Ross. Ross approaches and initiates conversation.

Ross: Hello?

Man: ¿Está buscando una prostituta?

Ross thought back to the days of El Gimmicko. He heard this phrase frequently backstage. Suddenly it clicked. "Are you looking for a prostitute?"

Ross: Uhhhh, si, si!

Who said you can't judge a book by its cover? The man waves for Ross to follow him and they wander into a nearby alley. The man has three girls lined up behind a building, all scantily dressed. He raises his eyebrows and tries to show off the girls, making perverted noises while doing so. Ross tries to speak, remembering a little bit of Spanish from childhood schooling.

Ross: Tienen... ropa... bonita? (Do they have nice clothes?)

Man: Si... You no like?

Oh good, the man speaks a little bit of English. Ross gives up on trying to remember Spanish, but speaks slowly as if it should help the man understand any better.

Ross: No, I like. Tonight, special night. They need nicer clothes.

Man: Si... Okay, okay. You take now?

Ross: No, 7:00 at Jorge's. I'll take the one on the left.

The man shoots him a puzzling look. Ross sighs and points to the girl he is referring to. Business is done now and Alex Ross makes his way out of the alley with the man following. The Mexi-pimp waves graciously as Ross heads back to the hotel. On his way back, however, Alex Ross realizes very quickly that he is lost. After aimlessly walking before, there is no real way to backpedal. Ross starts walking randomly again, to see if he can see something that he recognizes. An uncommon sight comes around during his journey. Among all of the junk-cars with poor exhaust is a white stretch limo. The limo pulls over and the back window rolls down. This obviously catches Alex Ross's attention, so we walks over. The limo is dark inside and he only hears a voice.

Voice: You look a little lost.

Ross: Yeah. You speak English.

Voice: Of course I do. Ross, it's me, Tony.

Ross: Listen, I don't have time for stalker fans.

Voice: Come on, man. It's me, Tony Bonasera.

Alex Ross remembers him. Tony "The Bomb" Bonasera. He trained with Ross and Talon back in the day and Ross looked up to him. But he had long since quit wrestling, even before Talon. His leaving was due to injury, the man was in a wheelchair, Ross had heard. Why he is in a limo, Ross doesn't know.

Ross: Holy shit, Tony. What are you doing in Monterey?

Voice: I do business here. I heard that you and what's his face are wrestling here. Still haven't given up the dream... Or the beard?

Ross: It's not a dream anymore, Tony... and I happen to adore my beard.

Voice: Come on in, we have some celebrating to do.

Ross: It's like 2:00, Tony. I can't be partying, I have shit to do.

Voice: We haven't seen each other in years, Ross. You're about to tell me no?

Ross shakes his head and sort of laughs to himself. Everyone from his past were suddenly back, it was a little bit odd to take in. The door opens and Ross climbs in. As the window starts to come up, Alex Ross's voice can be heard faintly.

Ross: I have to be back at my hotel before 7:00.

Ross will be back in time, but not in the right mind.
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