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| The Corporation | Apr 15 2010, 11:18 AM Post #1 |
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It might lie in our hearts, it might be a feeling stronger then any, it might have effects that you can't describe. The one’s that shine and tingle, heart break, and spy, but yet are so powerful emotionally, at the end of the day it can’t be denied, gold is a parish, a disease, gold will always tear away at you, fighting for it or defending it. Challengers will always appear, wanting it or needing it, but yet whether you are the champion, whether you are the challenger, never deny yourself… you can cry out, you can lie in pain, you can stand and cheer, or you can whistle in victory. But no matter what, the matter still lies, the gold is at the end of the tunnel and we will travel that path without anything interrupting its virtue… do you want to? Yes! Do you need to? Yes! Don’t deny the simple fate we've been given, don’t deny what’s truly honest and needs us most, just as much as we need it, fortune is our bridge, our bridge to that one thing, our bridge to the gold, victory! SAN FRANCISCO – INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – CALIFORNIA Chris Wrestling's flight has just got in, and with his bag over his shoulder, leaving isn't his first priority, it appears today he's meeting with a cousin of his and DJ. A call yesterday gave Chris Wrestling reason to accept his cousin's self service of inviting himself along to Chris Wrestling's weekend endeavour, Chris Wrestling having himself a Showdown of all Showdowns. But maybe it would help, Chris Wrestling hoped on a peaceful couple of days before his encounter with a new tag team for The Corporation's Tag Team Titles, but that's a big hope, as he didn't expect what he's about to get, not quite peace anyway. Chris Wrestling stands outside the airport, waiting, watching out for his own ride he'd had arranged to pick him up and take him to his hotel, and also waiting on the arrival, also flying in at the airport, of Joey, who lot long after comes strolling out into the sunny city. Chris Wrestling: Well, well, you're finally here Joey, so how about it?! Holding his arms out as if to welcome his young cousin. 'Nothings about it? I’m back in America, California no better, I’m going to get old people pestering me, and people who can’t even speak proper English!' Baffled by his choice of words he takes a second to question him. Chris Wrestling: Joey, you were in Australia, seriously how much different is it? Besides, personally I'm looking forward to this one, victories on the line. 'But…. You've done this before, so how can you be looking forward to it if you know what it's like? Wouldn’t that mean you’ve been looking forward to it and you’re over it? Wait, what the hell am I talking about! WHY THE HELL YOU BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO COMING TO CALIFORNIA? Shmuck's live here, I mean come on!!!' A small chuckle comes from Chris Wrestling. Chris Wrestling: Ha, true... I, uh, ok, I don’t even have a response! 'You never do!' The two turn and look to the road. Chris Wrestling: You know, I work for a respected wrestling company, and you'd expect some respect for yourself, where the hell's my ride? Joey strikes his arm out, pointing. 'Isn’t that it?' Chris Wrestling: Where? 'There!' Joey points but Chris Wrestling can’t seem to see where Joey’s pointing too! Chris Wrestling: Where Joey? 'Oh my god, RIGHT THERE, the guy with the sign saying Mr. @?%&£!' Chris Wrestling looks across and sees nothing but a queue of guys, drivers and others standing with signs, none that have ‘Mr. @?%&£’ on any of them…. Chris Wrestling: Ok, you’re going to have to point that out at close range because I don’t see anything! Joey lets out an impatient sigh, stomping himself over to the point of view, he stands in between two drivers, still nothing as Chris Wrestling checks both signs, he shrugs confused and Joey lets out another sigh, he points at the sign, Chris Wrestling's eyes close as he shakes his head, he walks on over. Chris Wrestling: Joey are you seeing what I'm seeing. With a smile he nods away. Chris Wrestling: Joey, have you even bothered to read the sign? 'Uh….' He takes a slight sneak glance at the sign again to make sure, but he remains certain. 'Uhm, yeah?!' Chris Wrestling: Ok, then you read out loud what that sign says? Joey takes a look again and starts reading to himself and then says it out loud…. 'Mr. @?%&£!' Chris Wrestling: Joey, get you’re butt here! Chris Wrestling yanks Joey by the arm, swinging him around in front of the sign, by now the driver looking a little uneasy having two Canadians argue over his sign. Chris Wrestling: Joey, it says Mr. Tanaka! With a blimp stutter he tries to shrug it off. 'I.. I….' There both interrupted as the driver acknowledges the two. 'Listen I don't want to be rude, but it looks like you two need a ride, and I need a tip, this guy hasn't shown so I have to fill some time? Quick to respond, but aggressively. 'HEY, SHUT UP, NOBODIES TALKING TO YOU!!!' Joey lashes out, Chris Wrestling's eyes widen causing him to knock Joey backwards, stepping forward himself. Chris Wrestling: Joey, be quiet... yeah, yeah that would be great, our ride hasn’t shown up anyway! Chris Wrestling bends down picking up and handing their bags to the driver, the driver heads off towards his vehicle as Chris Wrestling turns to Joey shoving him in the chest. Chris Wrestling: Why are you being such an idiot, the guy's offering us a ride! 'He looks Californian!' Chris Wrestling: He is Californian, we're in California! 'What? Shut up! You look Californian!' Chris Wrestling: You're beginning to get on my nerves, I'm trying to have some normality before my torturous weekend, and your wrecking that, so If you don’t shut up.. I’ll get him to drop you off on a corner, with lots of gangster wannabes.. 'That's no problem, I can handle myself, I'm down!' Chris Wrestling: ..with no trousers on! 'White or Black?' Chris Wrestling: Why not Black or White? What's the difference.. 'SHUT UP!' The driver whistles across catching both of their attention, they walk on over and climb into what appears to be a rather attractive limo, not of SVO services or even the average alone, but it'll do, they climb in, as does the driver, dropping the inside window and turning around. 'So where are you guys off to?' Quickly to react again in an angry fashion. 'BE QUIET CALIF….' The driver's face changes to several expressions, getting shouted and at witnessing Chris Wrestling dive across the car, locking his hand around Joey's face, he pins him to the leather seats, shutting him up, he squirms and wriggles but Chris Wrestling looks forth at the driver. Chris Wrestling: We're going to North Beach. 'Sure, no problem' Chris Wrestling: It’s best you wind that window up too! The driver raises his eyebrow, probably worry and curiosity running through his mind, but does so anyway as he starts the car up, the window just about shuts as Chris Wrestling releases Joey, he bursts out of his seat... '…ORNIAN!!!' Chris Wrestling: What the hell is wrong with you? I got business in this town, I might want to come back one day! 'WHAT? What the hell's wrong with you? Defending that shmuck, I should get you arrested for rape... molesting me like that, I feel violated... you think you can get arrested for calling people Californian?' Raising his eyebrow at Joey, a baffled look on his face also. Chris Wrestling: I’m not willing to find out! 'AHA!!!' Chris Wrestling: You know, I'm looking for a peaceful couple of days before it don't get so peaceful, if you know what I mean, maybe I have done the wrong thing letting you come see me! Joey hops out, diving at buttons, he jams his fingers into everyone of them, things start activating in the limo, but Joey doesn't move until he spots the one he wants, pressing it opens the sunroof. Joey bursts to his feet rising out of the roof, he bears a huge grin on his face, watching the people he passes on his travels. The sun blares down on him as he suddenly starts laughing, Chris Wrestling inside sits happily quiet letting the out of control visitor do his thing. 'HA! Californian… STUPID CALIFORNIAN… OH MY GOD, CHRIS WRESTLING, THERE’S A GINGER CALIFORNIAN, HOW WORSE CAN IT GET! HA! HA! …. ARGH!!!' Joey drops, falling to the floor of the car gasping for air with a slight look of panic. Chris Wrestling: I did say I didn’t want to find out you know, and what you argh’ing at? '…THEY'RE CHUCKING THINGS AT ME!!! STUPID CALIFORNIANS!!!' Out of nowhere, a shoe comes flying through the sun roof landing in front of Joey, his expression quickly changes with raised eyebrows, Chris Wrestling looks down confused at the shoe, and then looks at Joey as he gets back up. Chris Wrestling: I have the distinct feeling you’re not liked around here! 'Trust me, I’m loved, its you they don’t like!' Chris Wrestling: If that could only be, unfortunately I'm world round acknowledged my little friend, they will always love me, for me and the things I do, I'm afraid unloved or hate don't align from the fans, BBD, maybe. 'You Californian, you!' Chris Wrestling: I don't suck Joey, I'm great! 'So, Californians suck?' Chris Wrestling: How you know how a Californian sucks? 'Well, I said you Californian, and then you said, you don't suck, so theory goes, if your not Californian because you don't suck, Las Vegas people suck?' Chris Wrestling takes too long about thinking on that one. Chris Wrestling: I still don't get why California sucks? Explain.. 'Boy I’ll tell ya, back in college this chick….' Chris Wrestling: Wait! Better not... 'Let me finish, you’re bringing up some intelligent points Chris, I underestimated you, but, back in college, this chick told me that in the wrestling world, the stuff, you know, iks'nay on the wwe'nay this guy from California went into Randy Orton's locker room and seduced him, shocking ain’t it! Disgraceful Californian! Chris Wrestling: You need to start thinking up better lies, seriously, and forget me being intelligent, you went to college? 'Uhm…. Did I really say that? I…. Uh, then, yeah! Ahem!' Chris Wrestling: Right, you’re a freak Joey, pure and simple, why I hang with you is beyond me, seriously! 'Because you love me, BAH, when the hell is this Californian going to get us there!' Joey awkwardly leans across banging away on the inner window, the electric noise sounds as it winds down, he looks through his rear mirror, but Joey leans into the front area of the limo. 'Could you not lean so far into the front… please… I…' 'Where are we, Californian?' 'Excuse me?' 'I said where are we?! Gee! Chris Wrestling, these people ain’t just Californian, they're like, well, this one must be half Irish half / Californian, you ginger under that hat? WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?!' Unhappy to the abuse being received he keeps his eyes locked forward with a serious face. '….Well, if you look over that park right there' He glances aside looking through the park, directing to the other side. 'Well that road on the other side takes us straight to North Beach, but we have to keep driving down to the shoreline to come back to it, take maybe 30 or more minutes to drive there' Joey reacts pulling back, only to smack his head into the roof of the car, he quickly grabs a hold and rubbing it maniacally in pain. 'AH!! WHAT?! To get to that? It’s like a two-minute walk over that park, how long a walk? 'Five to ten minutes?' 'Screw this, stuck in traffic as well, I’m walking!' Joey sits back and hops back up from opening the car door, the street is still with a long line of traffic, he leaves the door open and bangs on the rear of the limo. A pop sounds as the boot opens, Joey grabs his and Chris Wrestling's things as Chris Wrestling climbs out of the limo now too, only to receive his bag being thrown at his feet. Chris Wrestling: Uhm, Joey, like, what the hell are you doing? 'He just said it's a five minute walk to a half an hour drive, I'm cranky as it is, also I think I'm diagnosing myself with ADHD?' A sigh brings Chris Wrestling to reach into his pocket, he pulls out a wad of cash, and through flipping through he pulls out a couple of twenties handing them to the driver and apologizing in the process and leaves shutting the door. Chris Wrestling: Fine, I guess we're walking, I don't see why we couldn't just sit and wait? 'Fine, sit with the Californian, never know he might get sucking!' Chris Wrestling's head tilts to the side. Chris Wrestling: You know, I'm a very dark person, I love the dark and force darkness upon others, but somehow you just make all that go away. 'Why thank you' Chris Wrestling: That wasn't a compliment! It's a bad thing! Chris Wrestling lumps Joey's bag into his chest, throwing his own shoulder bag over his own, the two take a stroll on the supposed five minute walk. Chris Wrestling: So what shall I do Joey? I mean, SVO looks to be rocking everyone’s sock off right now, it’s got everything going, The Corporation, Night, The Industry, well, maybe not The Industry, but there’s so much going on, after Resurrection, I'm confident I'll continue to be a Tag Team champion, but what then? 'I say, get a REALLY big stick, and go around and just repeatedly hit everyone with it until they beg for mercy and give you all their titles, or respect, whichever suits you, I just have a thing for gold' Chris Wrestling: Serious answer now? 'Uh, that was serious?' Chris Wrestling: You expect me to walk around with a big stick and just hit everyone? 'Why not? New Jack did it, you and DJ face Travis Williams and Anti-Hero.. doesn’t their crusty heads just make you want to hit them? Or Johnny All-Star, he’s that old he’s about to break any bone with any move, muhaha I could end his career, muhahahahahaha….' Chris Wrestling: Ok I get the Muhaha’ing, but one, All-Star, is not THAT old, and two, don't have much of a career, he's about to retire, besides, I think Roscoe Shame has his number, but why hit them? Surely I should go for the bigger dogs? I've made a statement in SVO, why not state something further, I can't just sit there with gold and wait for the world to come after me? 'Bah, don't bore me with your thoughts, conclusions and theories, I can throw things at them while you hit them, it’s all sorted, hey I might even start kicking at the same time, and uh, curse, I can curse too, maybe call Anti-Hero a big pie eating mother fucker while I eat things in front of him!' Chris Wrestling: This conversation is going nowhere is it? 'Of course it is!' Chris Wrestling: In your crazy little mind, where? 'Uhm, I think, I think? I'm trying to point out I like kicking people, I'm a good kicker? Let's see.. Joey bursts out into kicking mode, lumping his feet out in big steps, and in his short travels, makes attack on a bench, a stationed park recycling bin, a can lying on the floor, even a tall steel lamppost…. 'Ouch' Chris Wrestling: You mind explaining what you're doing, you dragged me out of a limo on the way to my awaiting peace, and I get this monstrosity, what ARE you doing?? 'I think it's pretty self explanatory, GAH!!! ARGH!!!' Chris Wrestling: You can say that again. Still lumping his feet about, Joey suddenly chaotically throws a foot into the air and slams it into a push chair, he stops, panics, eyes prowling the now floor baby carrier in fear. But relief quickly calms him as he sees the baby in a woman's arm right next to the crashing site on a bench, the woman shocked and appalled, scared at the same time, unsure what to do or how to take this. 'I'm SO sorry, I thought I tipped the babies rusk onto the floor, that baby would kill me if he knew I dirtied his rusk, it was my up bringing, it will be his!' The woman looks like she's ready to stand and throw a fist into Joey's face, but Chris Wrestling quickly interrupts dragging Joey away. Chris Wrestling: What the HELL are you doing, I'm meant to be staying out of trouble, keeping everything to a low, what the hell is wrong with you? 'That's what happens when you disturb my kicking, I'll kick you!' Chris Wrestling himself looks ready to lay a fist into Joey's face with a square tight jaw, looking serious. 'Uwww, hey look, a bum!' Scurrying over quickly trying to be quiet, unknown acts of some kind are ready to take place as Joey hounds over the unconscious old man. He smells horribly, as if he hadn't cleansed in a very long time, coat and hat battered with dirt, a beard that could hold a bird's nest, and a whiskey bottle in hand that could explain his unconscious state. Chris Wrestling: NOW, what are you doing? 'Shhhh it’s a bum!' Chris Wrestling: Yeah, I see that, and? 'Let’s shave him!' Quickly popping into reality for a second Chris Wrestling's eyes widen, as if he just got news he was pregnant he takes a second to think about that one. Chris Wrestling: Uh, wh... could you repeat that, what? 'Come on, let’s shave him, got a razor?' 'What the hell? No, why the hell would I be carrying a razor right now? 'Doesn’t matter, I got one!' Joey dives into his bag, whipping the zip open with a whooshing zzzZZZ hands wriggling inside, and as so, he pulls a razor out. Chris Wrestling: What the hell do you plan on doing with that razor, Joey?? 'I always carry one, just in case I see a bum, don’t you?' Ultimately confused right now, Chris Wrestling don't know what to think. Chris Wrestling: Uhm, no, but who knows I might start feeling left out!? Chris Wrestling, obviously being sarcastic raises an eyebrow, Joey giggles as he creeps closer to the old bum. Chris Wrestling: I wouldn’t touch him if I were you, you either might catch something or, he might? 'Shhhh, it’ll be ok!' And so, Joey, performs an out of this world task, removing the hat from the old man and taking the razor to the old man's not so hairy head. About a minute or so passes, Joey has ran the razor raw, over the man's head several times, Chris Wrestling can only watch in amazement, that being shocked amazement. Chris Wrestling: You know, it was only a couple of weeks ago, I was hanging someone, people thought that was shocking, I was wrong. Joey then rises. 'So what do you think?' Chris Wrestling: I think you have too much time on your hands and I'd hate to know what goes on inside that head of yours, I can't believe you just did that! 'But don’t you think he looks so cool now? Then out of nowhere a slurred shout is heard from meters away, but it manages to grab both Chris Wrestling and Joey's attention. “BILLY!!!” To their surprise, they see another bum, an active bum, one that obviously knows the recent victim of this heinous crime? He drops to his knees and shakes the unconscious old man, wakening him from the deep sleep that gave him a bald head, but not only that, several more bum's from the park, looking very alike, start strolling over. Chris Wrestling: You think we better run? Joey: …ARGH!!! Joey's shriek causes Chris Wrestling to look in curiosity, the bum is standing, feeling his new found haircut, he looks distraught, molested, and vengeful as his eyes peer towards Joey, still the razor in hand, clearly making him their new enemy. Joey gulps, the other bums surround the man that's been labelled with the name Billy, checking if he's ok, still a whiskey bottle in hand, that actually speaks for all of them, but he stares a hole through Joey as he starts slurring. Joey looks at Chris Wrestling and goes to speak a few words of escape, but not before *CRASH*... both Joey and Chris Wrestling flinch and jump, finding a broken bottle lying before them smashed into shards of glass, obviously aimed at them, they look up, only to see another bottle being ready to be thrown at the two as the bums start cursing and yelling in a slurred manor, Joey and Chris Wrestling quickly run and hop behind a mid height fence. Chris Wrestling: You HAD to get us in trouble didn't you? 'ME?!' Chris Wrestling gives Joey an 'as if' look. Chris Wrestling: If you could have been normal and walked through this park with me, getting us to the comfortable hotel I could be in right now instead of that prison cell I'm GOING to be in, without shaving crazy tramp peoples hair, then we wouldn't be in this mess! 'Well he was asking for it, he’s Californian!' Chris Wrestling: So you telling me you'd shave Travis Williams' head? 'Given the chance...' Chris Wrestling: Listen, I love chaos and mayhem just as much as the next guy, but you just shaved a guy's head, you have no call to shave… Out of nowhere *CLUNK*... a huge plank out wood comes flying over, causing Chris Wrestling and Joey to duck further. Chris Wrestling: …HOLY FUCK!!! ..........and get things thrown at us, Joey! Again, more junk gets tossed over, this time a brick as it cracks at the floor, the two stare at each other. 'You see that?!!!' Chris Wrestling: Joey, how can I not see that? THEY'RE THROWING BRICKS AT US!!! 'AH!!!' Chris Wrestling: Screw this! I don’t need this crap! I’m going! 'DON'T LEAVE ME!' Chris Wrestling goes to stand, but as he rises *SMASH*... again glass smashes in front of them, exploding into pieces with glass flying everywhere, Chris Wrestling immediately in panic drops back to the floor. 'So, you’re not going any more?' Chris Wrestling: Maybe I’ll wait a minute… 'Wimp!' Chris Wrestling: I'm up for the faces of death in this world, but bums with weapons I'll pass, you go if you're so confident. Joey takes a deep breath. 'Uhm… ok... give me a minute!' Chris Wrestling: You know, I know a lot of stuff about evil, we're going to die here, seriously, it’ll get dark, and cold, and those bums will wait, and come nightfall they're going to rape us and butcher us, AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! 'Ok, maybe they might rape us, but, I wouldn’t go as far as butchering us, maybe not that one, but you can’t blame me, not my fault I’ve always wanted to shave a…. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' Joey's burst of shrieking causes Chris Wrestling to flinch, he looks, and Joey continues to panic, a random squirrel gets chucked over the fence. '…ARGH!!!! A MONKEY, GET IT AWAY FROM ME… TELL HIM, TELL HIM CHRIS, GET THE MONKEY AWAY!! ARGH!!!!!' Chris Wrestling becomes afraid if anything, worried for his supposed friend, seeing the squirrel causing Joey to scream, and as random as the squirrel, calling it a monkey might just be too much. 'GAH!!! IT’S GOING TO EAT ME…. GAH… GET AWAY…. SHOO, STUPID MONKEY!!! ARGH!!!' Chris Wrestling: Will you shut the hell up, what the hell's wrong with you, you ill? it’s a squirrel not a god-damn monkey! 'LIES! It’s a monkey, shoo, now, stupid fury thing… AHHH!!!' Chris Wrestling can't help but laugh at the extreme antics, and following, the squirrel then randomly runs away hopping to a tree, meanwhile objects continue to come flying over the fence. 'That’s it.. I’m telling him and his bum friends and leave!' Joey leaps to his feet taking a deep breath ready to start shouting. Chris Wrestling: I wouldn’t do that if I were…. 'NOW LISTEN YOU CALIFORNIAN FUCKTARDS YOU BETTER… YIKES!!!' Joey ducks as something comes flying towards his head, he pops right back up with some more yelling. '...LEAVE OR I’LL SET MY MONKEY ON YOU! I MEAN IT…. HE’LL…. ARGH!!!' Joey, again, ducks before another object hits him and again pops back up. 'HEY, YOU, HARRY, BILL, BOB, ALFRED, GERTRUDE, PETER, GILLBERT… YEAH, I KNOW THAT’S YOUR NAMES, AND YOU! ...I don't know yours!' Joey takes a deep breath of air once again as he ducks another object thrown. 'GOD…. DAMN IT! STOP THROWING THINGS, THAT’S IT!!! MY MONKEY’S COMING!!!' Joey quickly crouches looking at Chris Wrestling. 'Ok, now run out screaming RARRR and they’ll all run away!' The serious face returns, not looking happy. Chris Wrestling: What? 'I just told them I’m sending my monkey out, now get up and run out screaming RARRR!!!' Chris Wrestling: Joey, where the hell on my whole body do I look like a damn monkey? 'Uhm, well, your ears might be…' Chris Wrestling: Whoa, there's nothing wrong with my damn ears! 'Whatever, at least peak and RARRR at them!' Chris Wrestling: I’m going to beat you up after all this, you know that! A few seconds pass, and silence stirs over the area, Chris Wrestling and Joey look at one another, they turn and pop eyes over the fence, peeking around, and nobody and nothing, no bums, just shocked people staring over at the shocking ordeal that just took place. Chris Wrestling: Joey, I'm not one for this, did we just dreamed that? 'Huh?' Joey seems as confused as Chris Wrestling, looking around, no sight of one bum, just the lightly crowded park of people in shock, but out of the corner of his eye, Joey catches something and sharply turns, only to see the squirrel return and run at Joey. Joey: ARGH!!! CHRIS! CHRIS…. THE MONKEY’S COMING BACK TO GET ME!!! ARGH…. RUN!!! Joey continues to scream as he hops the fence, he makes a huge run for it, escaping away down the path of the park, Chris Wrestling can't help but stop, think, and be amazed at everything that had still gone on. The squirrel stops aside Chris Wrestling and he looks down, and back up, they both watch a squealing Joey run away in utter fear, Chris Wrestling shakes his head and looks down at the little creature. Chris Wrestling: You know, I've been looking for a peaceful day, I come to San Francisco with pain and anguish on my mind and just wanted to sit in peace, relax, and let time pass me by until I had to deal with it, but then him. He's been here, causing a racket, giving me a headache, not going away, and now you, a small fury thing that couldn't harm much more bigger then you, and you give me what I've been after, a bit of peace and quiet, well I'll be damned. Chris Wrestling laughs to himself and can't help but shake his head at everything that just happened, he looks down one last time at the little creature we call a squirrel, and follows by leaving, walking on in the following shriek path of Joey. Soon Chris Wrestling will be on his way to Showdown to defend the Tag Team Championships against Travis Williams and Anti-Hero, but first he seeks peace with himself, peace in mind, peace in body, and maybe he'll have it, maybe he won't, but a hell of a day at Showdown he definitely will do as he strolls off into the distance, being watched, by a squirrel? |
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