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| Xtreme Fusion | Apr 6 2010, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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Resurrection was a great success for some. It saw the crowning of a new SVO Champion in Night, a new International Champion in Roscoe Shame, and the SVO Tag Team Titles remained with… a team who wasn't named Xtreme Fusion. I wasn’t happy in my PPV loss to The Corporation but I believe that I won the war… at least because I can now set my sights on becoming SVO World Champion. Now I find myself locked up in my office at the one of the Xtreme Fusion Training Facilities in Fajardo, Puerto Rico nursing my injuries from Resurrection. My right hand is wrapped up in ice and there are 14 stitches near my hair line where the fists from Chris Wrestling had done its ugly damage. There is a knock on the door and I just know I don’t want to answer it. I don’t really want to know who it is or what news they bring. I just want to sit here and heal, rest, and relax. They knock again and I continue to ignore the knocks until the door opens up and Johnny walks in. Johnny: Hey Limp didn’t you hear me knocking? Limp: Of course I heard your knocking I was just hoping you’d go away and leave me alone. Johnny: Well aren’t we just a grumpy goose? Limp: Grumpy? This isn’t grumpy. This is a man who did what he wanted to do at Resurrection and that was embarrass the Tag Team Champions if I couldn’t win the belts. And with DVD he helped me accomplish that. What I’m trying to do here Johnny is rest and heal from my injuries sustained from that bout. Johnny: Well I hope you heal up fast boss because we’re going to Showdown to take on Tobias Devereux, La Envidia Mata, Ronnie Long, Nathan Paradine and Juliana Torres in the Psyko Stevo Memorial Tournament. Limp: “We’re” not going anywhere Johnny. Johnny: You’re going to No-Show the next show? Limp: No I’m not. I’m going to Showdown and I’m going to win the tournament for Xtreme Fusion. But you’re not going with me! Johnny: What are you talking about? I won the competition and I get to be your lackey. Limp: You see that is where you’re wrong. The competition John was for to determine my secretary… so I hope you’re happy now. You’re the brand new secretary to the Xtreme Fusion Facilities. You’re not my Manager John. Johnny: It’s ok I understand you’re under a lot of pressure. You don’t worry about a thing I’ll book you the flight to Las Vegas and we’ll… I mean you’ll be on your way to once again become a champion. Johnny exits the room and as the door closes I throw a stapler that was on my desk at the door. It loudly crashes into the door and falls to the floor as I run my hands through my hair. Getting in the ring right away isn’t exactly what I was thinking about coming off the PPV. I just got stitched up and it wouldn’t be good to wrestle with them exposed. Perhaps I can get a Doctor’s excuse to get me out of the match. I stand up from my seat at the desk and grab a suit case and put it on top of the desk and open it up. I unzip the suit case to reveal wrestling tights and boots and other miscellaneous clothes. I open up a desk drawer to reveal a mask. I pull the mask out of the drawer and walk over to a mirror on the wall. I pull the black elastic straps back and put the mask on that covers the top half of my face and is painted half red, half blue with a black stripe down the center. I look in the mirror at the masked Limp and smirk a sadistic looking grin. Limp: I’ll wrestle all of them at Showdown… I just hope they're ready for this. I take the mask back off and toss it into the suitcase and zip it up. The protective mask was something that was especially made for me back in 2001 after a wrestler named Dark Walker broke my nose with a ladder shot and also a shot with a steel briefcase. The mask had become a valuable commodity for me for the next few months as my face healed. Perhaps this was the very thing I needed to be able to wrestle all this people in Las Vegas for Showdown. In fact I knew it was and I had every intention of wearing it, and using it to my every advantage just like the old days. Knowing that I had to get going to get to the airport I grabbed my suitcase and slipped on my red trench coat and mirrored shades. I pull the hand of the suitcase up and pull it behind me and head out into the lobby of the training facility where Johnny sits behind a desk. Johnny hangs up the phone as I approach the desk. Johnny: You’re all set Limp. You’ve been booked to go to Las Vegas. Limp: Thank you Johnny, that is the most useful you’ve been in years. Well… there was that one time you helped DVD and I win the XWF Tag Titles. But other then that you’re completely useless. Johnny: Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? Limp: I’m sure. You won the right to be my secretary and that is just what you’re going to be Johnny. Nothing more, got it!? Johnny: Yeah I got it. I start heading for the door and I notice that Johnny is hanging his head. He is obviously upset that he can’t manage Limp like he used to. I don’t care though the only thing on my mind is getting to Las Vegas and focusing on bringing the glory back to where it belongs… The Xtreme Fusion. I walk out the doors of the Xtreme Fusion Training Facility and load all my stuff into the back of my self portrait red hummer. I climb in and drive off heading towards the airport. At The Airport I arrive at the Luis Munoz Marin International Airport just outside of Isla Verde. I walk up to Southwest ticket counter where Johnny told me I would have my ticket waiting for me. The receptionist smiles and greets me warmly. Receptionist: Hello sir, Welcome to Southwest airlines. How may I assist you today? Limp: Yeah I should have a ticket to Las Vegas waiting for me. The name is Limp. Receptionist: Why yes you do Mr. Limp. The charges have already been taken care of. Your flight will be leaving from gate C4 at 6:45pm. If you need anything else don’t hesitate to ask. Have a nice flight. The receptionist hands me the ticket and I just smile and walk away with it. I’ve still got a splitting headache and making small talk with idiots isn’t on my list of things to do at the moment. I just want to get on my plane and catch some Z’s on my flight to Las Vegas. I make my way over to gate C4 when The Corporation starts to creep back into my head. I wonder how they're doing recovering from their bout with us… that beating they took can’t feel too good. They've got to be in much worse shape then what I’m in. Did Paige somehow set this up as so the Xtreme Fusion could thrive while they were away recovering? It really doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that does matter to me is walking out of Showdown the winner of the Psyko Stevo Memorial Tournament. I make my way through security checks and finally get to board my plane. You can hear the flight called over the speakers as I step through the doorway and towards the plane “Now boarding flight 1142 for Las Vegas”. I step onto the airplane and make my way to first class and sit down in the comfy chair. Nobody else is in 1st class yet and I instantly start to make myself at home. I lean the seat back just a little bit and close my eyes and start to fall asleep. Suddenly I feel someone tapping me on my shoulder. I open my eyes to see a flight attendant standing next to me. Limp: What? I just want to sleep a little. Flight Attendant: Well sir I’m sorry but I need to see your ticket. Quite frustrated I dig my ticket out of my pocket and hand it to her and then lean back and close my eyes again, until she starts tapping me on my shoulder again. Limp: Now what in the hell do you want? Flight Attendant: I’m sorry sir but you’re not supposed to be in first class. Limp (irritated): What do you mean I’m not supposed to be here? Do you know who I am? I’m Limp! I make more money in one week then you do in a month. Flight Attendant (also irritated): Well then I guess you should have bought a first class ticket. Now you can either go to the seat you purchased or we can kick you off the airplane. Limp: You know what? Fine, move me to where I need to go. I just want to rest, but trust me I’m going to be complaining to your corporate offices. Flight Attendant (whisper): That’s what they all say. Limp: What was that? Flight Attendant: Right this way sir. I follow the Flight Attendant and we pass over into the coach section and the plane appears to be full I look around trying to find an empty seat that I’m supposed to sit in. The Flight Attendant continues to lead me to the back of the plane where I finally spy two open seats. I feel a little better knowing that I probably won’t have to sit with anyone. As I approach the two seats I notice a cute blonde woman with an empty seat next to her. I cross my fingers hoping that will be my seat but the Flight Attendant leads me passed her and to the two empty seats. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to sit by the hotty but I do need my rest so this is for the best. I sit down in the seat and start to stretch out in both seats and once again close my eyes to fall asleep. A few minutes pass and then I can feel someone tapping on my feet. I lift my head up and look and it’s that damn flight attendant again. Limp: You’ve got to be kidding me. Now what do you want? Flight Attendant: You were blocking this man's seat sir. I let out a loud groan as I move and just take up my one seat now. The Flight Attendant leaves and a big fat guy steps up and plops down into the other seat squishing me into the window and side of the plane. I wiggle and try to get comfortable and it seems as if that is going to be an impossible task. Man: Do you mind? Your constant moving is making it hard for me to get comfortable. Limp: Actually I do mind. I mind that your overweight ass is trying to squeeze into a seat that is half the size of you and it’s making me uncomfortable. Then you have the nerve to ask me to quit moving. Let me tell you something pal, you see this arm of mine? It’s picked up fat pieces of crap twice your size and slammed them to the ground. Don’t make me kick your ass right here on this airplane. Man: You can’t talk to me like that. Limp: Then apparently you’ve never dealt with someone like me before. Hey let’s make a deal. You stuff your mouth with your little cheetos or whatever other junk food you brought on board with you and you just leave Limp alone. Man: Well if you stop squirming around I’ll be fine. Limp: You’re a cheeseburger away from a heart attack, you won’t be fine. I just want to sleep so just leave me be. I try to relax and fall asleep and then my silence is interrupted by the loud crunching or f*cking potato chips. Pissed off I jump up and take the bag of chips from the fat bastard and open up the door to the bathroom and toss the entire bag of chips into the toilet. When I turn around the Flight Attendant is standing there looking at me. Limp: Why hello again. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon. Flight Attendant: Sir you are really becoming a problem on this plane and if you don’t start to behave yourself then we will have to kick you off the plane. Limp: I’m not the problem… that guy’s lack of exercise is the problem. Look at him… he takes up two seats by himself! Flight Attendant: That’s it c’mon you’re getting off this plane. Limp: Wait wait… can we talk about this? What if we just got me a different seat? Flight Attendant: There are no other seats. Limp: What about the one over there? I point to the empty seat next to the hot blonde lady. The Flight Attendant leans down next to the lady and talks to her for a second and then comes back over to me. Flight Attendant: Ok you can sit there but I don’t want to have anymore problems with you is that understood? Limp: I don’t want any trouble. I just want to sleep. I finally get situated into my 3rd seat for the trip and I look over at the pretty blonde and begin to make small talk with her. Limp: Thanks for letting me sit here, I’m having a horrible day so far. Lady: It’s not a problem. Limp: My name is Limp. What did you say your name was? Lady: I didn’t. But it’s Angela. Limp: That’s a pretty name Angela. Thanks again for letting me sit here. A professional wrestler like myself needs to get some sleep on long flights like these. Angela: Oh you’re a Pro-Wrestler? Limp: Yeah I’m on my way back from a fight out on the Resurrection PPV. It was a rough night and it ended with 14 stitches. Angel: Oh you poor baby. Limp: No it’s ok. Right now I’ve got to start getting ready for my upcoming Psyko Stevo Memorial Tournament match on Showdown. You see when I first stepped foot into SVO I wanted to get my hands on the Tag Team Title. Then The Corporation won it and all was good because we were the number one contenders. Well we were anyhow until we lost to them Sunday. Now it’s my job to go and get retribution. This is a job that I take rather seriously, and for a number of reasons. The first is I want my first taste of SVO gold, and secondly I have never lost two great opportunities and I’m not planning on starting now. Angela: You fight women there? Limp: Well I would use the term “woman” loosely when talking about Juliana Torres. I’d also should have emphasized the word “loosely” there. Angela: You would actually hit a woman? Limp: Please don’t fool yourself. Torres is more man then La Envidia Mata on any day of the week. Angela: Who? Limp: It’s just a joke nevermind. The flight attendant goes through the normal crap as the plane finally takes off and sails through the sky heading towards its destination. Limp: Ok well don’t mind me I’m just going to take a nap. Angela: Ok. I get myself comfortable in my seat for like the 100th time and finally doze off to sleep. What The Hell? I slowly awake to Angela talking softly as if she is talking in my ear. I keep my eyes shut so she thinks I’m still fast asleep but I listen to the words that she is saying. Angela: C’mon my big strong man you. Wake up it’s time for the booby. Time for the booby? Huh? This can’t possibly be happening. Not in the middle of a flight and while everyone is still around. I quickly peek open an eyelid to see if there are still people around in the coach seating and there are. Angela: C’mon big boy don’t be shy. Just put your mouth on you’re mommy’s booby. Well I’m not really into this “mommy” thing but hell I know a hot lady when I see one and I’m certainly not going to waste an opportunity. I open my eyes and quickly turn my head and go for the boobs when I notice that she wasn’t talking to me at all! Angela had a baby sitting in her lap and under a blanket the entire time and I was so tired that I had failed to notice it until now. Angela: What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Limp: Listen Angela I can explain. Angela: You’re a pig! STEWARDESS! Ah f*ck here we go again. Well at least I can’t get thrown off the plane in mid flight. The annoying Flight Attendant has now once again approached me and this time she is less pleased then she has been before. Flight Attendant: Come with me right now Mr. Limp! Knowing that I’m pretty much in a no win situation I co-operate with the flight attendant and follow her back to the First class area. Once there the Flight Attendant pushes me down into the seat and buckles my seat belt. Flight Attendant: You sit there… don’t talk… don’t move… just sit. And when we reach our destination I don’t ever want to see you on another Southwest flight again do you hear me? Limp: You won’t have to worry about that Miss…. Flight Attendant: My name is unimportant to you. Just shut up for the remainder of the flight. Finally the Landing The plane finally reaches its destination and the angry flight attendant runs up to me and throws my bag at me. I catch it and she grabs my arm and quickly escorts me off of the plane making me the first one off. I walk out and away from the unloading area of the plane and I’m thrilled to finally have reached The Las Vegas International Airport. But something doesn’t seem quite right. I look around the airport and I don’t see any funny looking Elvis impersonators. I see a bunch of toothless hicks. Getting a little concerned I walk up to the Southwest information booth. Limp: Excuse me Miss. This is Las Vegas isn’t it? Receptionist: Why yes it is. Limp: Thanks that’s all I needed to know. Whew what a relief for a moment there I thought something bad had happened. I continue to walk through the airport and I walk past a family and I overhear the father ask his son how he enjoyed Alabama. I stop and think for a second but then keep on walking. I approach a gift shop and notice a shirt in the front window that reads “My parents went to Vega, Alabama and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt”. And then it finally dawns on me that I’m in Vega, Alabama and not Las Vegas, Nevada. Limp: DAMN IT JOHNNY!!!!!!!! The Scene fades to black. |
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