Post by jimbobdudley on Jul 18, 2007 15:14:54 GMT -5
Darkness has loomed over Boston Garden's. Satisfied WFWF fan's have now all scrambled fully out of the stadium after having the honour of watching the 'Veni Vedi Vici' PPV. They witnessed the crowning and de-throning of champions, two of the companies best tag teams fight and admire in awe at Obo's continous Champion reign. And to start it all off was the opening match containing the future of the WFWF. Dane Christian, David Williams and, the reigning X-Breed Champion, The Possessed Child.
In the depths of the stadium a man wanders around the corridors. Hands full of achohol, he walks with a spring in his leap and a song in his mouth. He is The Possessed Follower. 'Bodyguard' of The Child. A man who has fought all his life, either it be for entertainment, for pride, or his life. A man who The Possessed Child shows little graditude, despite it being owned in heaps. He approaches a door. A changing room door to be precise. Without no hesistation he kicks the open opening wide with a high amount of force.
Celebration is afoot.
He carelessly drops the beer bottles on a table. They fall clashing into eachother, clinking in pain.
"C'mon Child, I know behind that depressed f*cker skull, there's a drinker if I ever saw one."
He picks one up and holds it up high, as if he's won a trophy of some kind. His reflection in the ginger liquid waves from side to side. He smiles. He hasn't had one of these in ages. The taste of acohol to him went from a regular taste to now a faint dream. He went to open the tin top that was the only barrier from reuniting two old friends. It was then he saw him. Looking out of the window at the end of the room, arms’ arched as lean on the wall either side. His head dropped as he looks downwards.
The Possessed Child.
The Follower grimaced and looked at the bottle.
'For now, old friend...'
He places the bottle up-right on the table among the other ones. All which were bought in the celebration of the Child's win.
The Follower slowly shuffled foward. The closer he got to his 'master' he could hear the heavy breathing coming from his lungs. What at first seemed a moment of sadness and reflection is now turning out to be the moment before the storm. A mass of anger wanting to be unleashed. The Follower sighed. Not again...
"Child...sir...anything up?"
The Possessed Child remains still, conitnusly breathing heavily.
"Look at this..."
The Child's one hand out stretches fast and swiftly. In it is clenched grasp is a scrunched up piece of paper The Follower, un-sure at first, reaches out for it and slowly opens it. In big bold letters the title reads...
The Possessed Follower eyebrows raised in approvement.
"Brazil, hey? Should be good. Whats the problem with it then?"
The Child's head turns slowly. A face of anger and confusion looks straight at Follower. He speaks in a blunt tone.
"Look down."
The Follower, still unsure on whats the problem, looked down. He looked through the tickets, the ideal arrival and departure times and the hotel information until he came to the card. He started from the top and continued all the way to the bottom. It was there he saw it.
"So, your on the card. Whats wrong with that?"
The Child shakes his head and turns from his leaning position.
"Oh yes...I'am on the card..."
He walks over to Follower and snatches the paper in a fierceful swipe and points heavily at his name.
"I'm bloody starting the thing with a bunch of nobodies!"
He stares coldly at the Follower before turning quickly for his bag in preparation to leave. The Follower stands, bemused a the comments of The Child.
Nobodies?
"But sir, their not all nobodies. I mean, your facing Shields and Spider who've been here longer and are probably more heard of than you..."
The Child pauses packing for a brief moment, as if he's considering what's being said. Instead he just returns to packing.
"...and there's that Trace Demon, now I remember you talking about how impressed you were with him in that match you had. And there's Flamez. He's even faced you for your title. He earned his shot and all. Surely he can't be a nobody? And then there's Robby Jay...whose...erm...well, he's alright I suppose, but all the same..."
"Yeah, but Trace Demon got eliminated from our match and I beat Flamez too, if I remember correctly"
Child continues to pack vividly, still not willing to admit defeat. However, neither is the Follower.
"Look, Child. Your going to go into that match hating not only the oppenants, but your own team. If you go into there with that mind set and don't give two sh*ts about the match, the bookers aren't going to be impressed, are they? Then there'll be the end of your run on Flo-De-Se and you'll be back on Full-Time House Shows. Surely your not thick enough to realise that?"
"Oh, I'm not the thick one here. Its the people up in the offices of the WFWF when it comes to reliasing talent."
The Child leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The Follower stares in the abyss for a while before shaking his head in disbelief. His grabbed his gear and shoved it untidly into his battered kit-bag. He carefully moves his still open kit bag to the table and attempts to swiftly swipe all the beer bottles into the bag for later. Unfortunatly one misses the bag and smashes into pieces on the hard floor. As the liquid slowly engulfs the surrounding area and the sound of shattering glass echoes into the corners of the room, The Follower remains still in shock.
"Oh sh*t, they won't like this..."
He tip-toes to the door and opens it a little bit, just enough for him to poke his head out. He scans either side. No-one there. Rushing back inside, he evades the sharp glass and reaches for his bag, zipping it up quickly. A flick of the light switch and the room is taken over by the darkness of the night. The Follower walks swiftly down the corridor.
He'll be long gone by the time they reliase it.
Spider, Trace Demon, Shields...damnit its so embarrasing to be doing this. I mean, I'm the X-Breed champion, doesn't that count for nothing? Ah well, might as well continue with it I suppose...
Ok, Shields and Spider, The Innuedo Scene scene or whatever. I've seen your work and I'm impressed, I'll admit. However, what bugs is that you have had previous history with the WFWF. You've both left this place and come back. Why, I ask? I mean, what possibly reason drove you two to leave? Shields, when I arrived you were on the Asencion Pay-Per-View against Reckless. Okay, it was Reckless but still you were on it. And Spider, you were the fastest rising star at one point. What happened? Did you burn out? Did a black hole engulf you, what?
Trace Demon. I have to say again I'm impressed with you, but I'm afraid this won't stop me from beating the living daylights out of you. You've gotten your big break early, too early for my liking. The New Phemonom, heard of them? No? Exactly. A Tag-Team who got sent straight to the top because they were a tag-team. They never won a single match either way and run like scolded dogs. Watch out for this, young one, or may turn out like them.
End story.
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OOC: There ye go. BTW, Child's views are not a reflection of mine. I'm only writting how I think he would react, not me. I have no quarms with the way I'm being booked and am in fact gratful for my run on FDS.
Com's and crit' appreciated
.
In the depths of the stadium a man wanders around the corridors. Hands full of achohol, he walks with a spring in his leap and a song in his mouth. He is The Possessed Follower. 'Bodyguard' of The Child. A man who has fought all his life, either it be for entertainment, for pride, or his life. A man who The Possessed Child shows little graditude, despite it being owned in heaps. He approaches a door. A changing room door to be precise. Without no hesistation he kicks the open opening wide with a high amount of force.
Celebration is afoot.
He carelessly drops the beer bottles on a table. They fall clashing into eachother, clinking in pain.
"C'mon Child, I know behind that depressed f*cker skull, there's a drinker if I ever saw one."
He picks one up and holds it up high, as if he's won a trophy of some kind. His reflection in the ginger liquid waves from side to side. He smiles. He hasn't had one of these in ages. The taste of acohol to him went from a regular taste to now a faint dream. He went to open the tin top that was the only barrier from reuniting two old friends. It was then he saw him. Looking out of the window at the end of the room, arms’ arched as lean on the wall either side. His head dropped as he looks downwards.
The Possessed Child.
The Follower grimaced and looked at the bottle.
'For now, old friend...'
He places the bottle up-right on the table among the other ones. All which were bought in the celebration of the Child's win.
The Follower slowly shuffled foward. The closer he got to his 'master' he could hear the heavy breathing coming from his lungs. What at first seemed a moment of sadness and reflection is now turning out to be the moment before the storm. A mass of anger wanting to be unleashed. The Follower sighed. Not again...
"Child...sir...anything up?"
The Possessed Child remains still, conitnusly breathing heavily.
"Look at this..."
The Child's one hand out stretches fast and swiftly. In it is clenched grasp is a scrunched up piece of paper The Follower, un-sure at first, reaches out for it and slowly opens it. In big bold letters the title reads...
Flo-De-Se Card-
Location: The Chevrolet Hall,
Belo Horizonte, Brazil
Location: The Chevrolet Hall,
Belo Horizonte, Brazil
The Possessed Follower eyebrows raised in approvement.
"Brazil, hey? Should be good. Whats the problem with it then?"
The Child's head turns slowly. A face of anger and confusion looks straight at Follower. He speaks in a blunt tone.
"Look down."
The Follower, still unsure on whats the problem, looked down. He looked through the tickets, the ideal arrival and departure times and the hotel information until he came to the card. He started from the top and continued all the way to the bottom. It was there he saw it.
Opening Contest
Six Man Tag
Robby Jay, Possessed Child & Flamez vs The Independent Scene(Spider and Christian Shields) and Trace Demon
Six Man Tag
Robby Jay, Possessed Child & Flamez vs The Independent Scene(Spider and Christian Shields) and Trace Demon
"So, your on the card. Whats wrong with that?"
The Child shakes his head and turns from his leaning position.
"Oh yes...I'am on the card..."
He walks over to Follower and snatches the paper in a fierceful swipe and points heavily at his name.
"I'm bloody starting the thing with a bunch of nobodies!"
He stares coldly at the Follower before turning quickly for his bag in preparation to leave. The Follower stands, bemused a the comments of The Child.
Nobodies?
"But sir, their not all nobodies. I mean, your facing Shields and Spider who've been here longer and are probably more heard of than you..."
The Child pauses packing for a brief moment, as if he's considering what's being said. Instead he just returns to packing.
"...and there's that Trace Demon, now I remember you talking about how impressed you were with him in that match you had. And there's Flamez. He's even faced you for your title. He earned his shot and all. Surely he can't be a nobody? And then there's Robby Jay...whose...erm...well, he's alright I suppose, but all the same..."
"Yeah, but Trace Demon got eliminated from our match and I beat Flamez too, if I remember correctly"
Child continues to pack vividly, still not willing to admit defeat. However, neither is the Follower.
"Look, Child. Your going to go into that match hating not only the oppenants, but your own team. If you go into there with that mind set and don't give two sh*ts about the match, the bookers aren't going to be impressed, are they? Then there'll be the end of your run on Flo-De-Se and you'll be back on Full-Time House Shows. Surely your not thick enough to realise that?"
"Oh, I'm not the thick one here. Its the people up in the offices of the WFWF when it comes to reliasing talent."
The Child leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The Follower stares in the abyss for a while before shaking his head in disbelief. His grabbed his gear and shoved it untidly into his battered kit-bag. He carefully moves his still open kit bag to the table and attempts to swiftly swipe all the beer bottles into the bag for later. Unfortunatly one misses the bag and smashes into pieces on the hard floor. As the liquid slowly engulfs the surrounding area and the sound of shattering glass echoes into the corners of the room, The Follower remains still in shock.
"Oh sh*t, they won't like this..."
He tip-toes to the door and opens it a little bit, just enough for him to poke his head out. He scans either side. No-one there. Rushing back inside, he evades the sharp glass and reaches for his bag, zipping it up quickly. A flick of the light switch and the room is taken over by the darkness of the night. The Follower walks swiftly down the corridor.
He'll be long gone by the time they reliase it.
------==------
Spider, Trace Demon, Shields...damnit its so embarrasing to be doing this. I mean, I'm the X-Breed champion, doesn't that count for nothing? Ah well, might as well continue with it I suppose...
Ok, Shields and Spider, The Innuedo Scene scene or whatever. I've seen your work and I'm impressed, I'll admit. However, what bugs is that you have had previous history with the WFWF. You've both left this place and come back. Why, I ask? I mean, what possibly reason drove you two to leave? Shields, when I arrived you were on the Asencion Pay-Per-View against Reckless. Okay, it was Reckless but still you were on it. And Spider, you were the fastest rising star at one point. What happened? Did you burn out? Did a black hole engulf you, what?
Trace Demon. I have to say again I'm impressed with you, but I'm afraid this won't stop me from beating the living daylights out of you. You've gotten your big break early, too early for my liking. The New Phemonom, heard of them? No? Exactly. A Tag-Team who got sent straight to the top because they were a tag-team. They never won a single match either way and run like scolded dogs. Watch out for this, young one, or may turn out like them.
End story.
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OOC: There ye go. BTW, Child's views are not a reflection of mine. I'm only writting how I think he would react, not me. I have no quarms with the way I'm being booked and am in fact gratful for my run on FDS.
Com's and crit' appreciated
.