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| The Corporation | Dec 8 2010, 10:02 AM Post #1 |
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“Maybe I’m lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction.” Ashleigh Brilliant (¯`*•.¸,¤°´'`°¤,¸.•*´¯) ¸,¤°´'`°•.¸O¸.•°´'`°¤,¸ ''¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯•.•¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯'' ><<<<<.::.:[†DJ†] :.::.>>>>>< ''__________.•.__________'' *´'`°¤¸¸. ´'O'`•.¸¸¤°´'`* (_¸.•*´'`°¤¸'¸¤°´'`*•.¸_) - Las Vegas, Nevada 6:02 PM DJ had taken the flight on Friday to Las Vegas for his match at Showdown on Sunday. Karma was not someone that DJ had a great deal of concern about because he already had so much to worry about with his title hopes and of course the continual downward spiral of his so called career. For whatever it was worth DJ was currently situated in his living room staring at the T.V. in front of him. He found himself in this situation more often then not these days. Bored, tired and staring at the brain box until he passed out or found something more entertaining to do with this time, a rarity at that. Presently unable to enact any further plans and already preparing to face Jones this week DJ had little to do. Sure The Future of Wrestling had forced him to train over the last two days running his body like a draft horse until he wanted to beg for death but that’s just how life goes some times. At least he did not have broken cribs, a cracked skull and severe bruising all over his body this time. So it could have always been a lot worse. A lot, lot worse. “..Karma.. Karma..” DJ mumbled to himself as he eyed the Home Shopping Network which was currently showing off a very lovely set of rings for only four simple payments of 89.99. “What little tricks will you be up to this week eh? Of course you will have a ploy.. You always have a ploy.. Always.. “ His fingers tapped on his knee as he glared at the commentator who was listing off the luster quality of the diamond set into the ring. They were small ugly stones but with the right light they shined brilliantly. It couldn’t have been more then .80 carats worth of diamonds but they made it sound like a steal. “..you’re like these people Karma Jones.. Always trying to take a short cut.. Or make a steal.. Always trying to rob us hard working people of our well earned victories.. Like you did to get a shot at the Las Vegas Title. It’s just business..” DJ says with a touch of malice and irritation, still clearly not necessarily really over his loss of the Tap Out Title at the last Showdown. He lifted his hands to cover his mouth as he glared some more at the T.V. After another moment of eying the screen he jumped up, moving toward the door to his hotel room. He had been in this particular hotel room several times and by now he was getting used to the lay out of it. It’s where Matt generally stuck him and he had gotten used to a lot of the faces of the staff here. For a time he had considered getting a house in this area just to cut down on travel costs but given the state of the Economy and the Zero credit score he had he wasn’t about to be able to do that. “Karma thinks like a clever little rat.. A clever little rat? A clever little rat. And the rat lays a trap with secrecy. And that secrecy gets used as part of a plan and when the plan goes off you can bet that DJ will get screwed. And DJ does not like that.. Nope..” he said to himself as he pushed the door open, striding out into the hall. Hotels always smell like a mix between clean and dead as they are so frequently cleaned. Not often do you vacuum and disinfect your house every day. If you did maybe it would smell like a hotel or maybe a hospital which was one of the reasons they never felt right. A reason why home always felt like home was because it always smells like home. Now you may not realize what your house smells like but every home smells like something. Every home smells differently that was for sure. And as DJ made his way down the hall he smelt that familiar dead smell he tried to figure out what devious ploy Karma would use this week. Would he wait outside of the ring like an old school heel before pouncing the person who had recently score the big move of the night? Would he go the route of the Mountie and shock DJ with a cattle prod? Maybe he would get a group of friends to run down and attack DJ so he could score the win. ..or maybe he would be clever and DQ himself like a real man would. At least that’s how DJ would score his victories. “What is that crazy man going to do.. Maybe he formed an alliance with Xtreme Fusion? Wouldn’t that be charming? Wouldn’t that be fantastic, no? It would never happen thankfully.. But what if? What if…” He mused on that terrifying idea for a moment. In truth that would be very scary for DJ as he would have no real means to counter them both. Sure Karma Jones on his own was no real issue and ultimately DJ truly believed, or at least The Future of Wrestling truly believed, that they could handle him. But together, DJ was just but one man.. Well one man with several personalities living inside of him at the same time but still only one man. He had two arms, two legs, one head and a torso which meant it was not exactly and easy thing for him to necessarily handle many men at the same time. To make matters worse he was a bit of a heel which if you read any books bad guys never are that dangerous. They just posture and make noise and raise evil armies that crush innocent villagers under foot as they wage their evil war. ..Getting off topic now.. DJ blinked a few times as he stared forward at the staircase. He half wondered how the hell he had fallen onto the subject of Warlords conquering villages. Something to do with Karma Jones he had no doubts. “..See… see he is already messing with my head. I knew it the moment we landed in Las Vegas; I could feel it in my spine. He is already fucking with us. I mean, someone told us that we were being stalked in Britain by that weirdo but we never believed them. Maybe it was true all along..” He ran his hand through his hair as he started down the stairs, skipping every other landing as he went along. It almost looked like he was skipping as he went along before he reached the bottom. There was a mirror there that caught his expression in it. The cruel, resentful face of The Future of Wrestling stared back at DJ causing him to pause for a moment. Examining himself The Future of Wrestling seemed to scowl deeply as DJ was caught in his own counter parts gaze. “..s.. so yeah.. We.. We have to watch out for Karma Jones.. Yeah?..” DJ stuttered as he stared at himself. There was a pause before the face in the mirror nodded slowly and held his hands up to his lips indicating that DJ needed to stop talking out loud. “..oh.. Oh yeah.. Sorry about that.. I mean you know how we get when we are nervous, we just start bab-” and he was cut short as his own hand slapped him across the face leaving a large red imprint. DJ was caught off guard and stumbled back. SMACK! “Oohh.. Fudgical.. Ok.. Ok point received! Sorry boss.. Ok.. Ok.. Yeah.. I.. I will be quiet.. Shhh..” DJ lifted his finger to his lips shushing himself as he crept away from the window, rubbing the side of his face. “..did we just punish ourselves for talking to ourselves.. Imagine that..” Fad- SMACK! DAMN IT. ..Fade.. |
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