Post by One Love on Feb 3, 2008 16:19:21 GMT -5
Well, here we are. In just a few days, Shawn and I’s destiny is here. Superbrawl V. This biggest show in WFWF history. Shawn and I will have all the odds against us when we take on The Axis, Chemical Reaction, and Obo and Pierce Deville. And to top it all off, we make this for the tag team titles. Now I know that puts a lot on our plate, but we’ve been underdogs throughout our whole lives. So compared to the past couple of years, this will be a piece of cake.
Chemical Reaction. Well, you punks are really in for it. You keep whining over and over again we don’t deserve to be in this match. Why? Because now you know you don’t stand a chance? Well guess what, you couldn’t be more wrong. We deserve this more then anything. Williams, you know I’ll be coming after you for what you did to me a few months ago. Sure, Project Hardcore sucked, but you didn’t have to hit me in the back of the head with a chair! So now you pretty much sealed your fate. High Horror, I know you’ve been pissed at us for making fools of you these past couple of weeks, but you gotta learn to laugh at yourself. Just like at Superbrawl, when you get pinned with shoulders on the mat 1 2 3. Good luck.
Obo. Well, we had a classic match last week on Loaded. I mark my words, if it weren’t for Trent Draven, I would’ve made history and beat you 1 2 3. This should be interesting. But Obo, let me ask you a question, how did you drag your way into this match? By screwing Jonathan Parker? Did he say that you were such a good slave you could pick your own partner? I bet on that. So, you pick Pierce Deville? Good choice. He probably won’t be tired after his match with CBT, since CBT most likely won’t show up. So, I guess after you guys lose you and Pierce can have a three way with Jonathan Parker. Deville, I got nothing to say to you. So boys, have a good time at your three way after party.
Finally, the Axis. Kurt, we’ve never met in the ring before, so quite frankly I’m looking forward to going toe to toe with the alcoholic, oops, I uhhh, I mean tag team champion. Yeah, this should be fun. Due me a favor, make it a little easier for me and drink the beer I sent to you before our match, that way I can take you out before the match even starts. I can see the headlines now, “PRO WRESTLER ARRESTED AT SHOW FOR BEING DRUNK WHILE WRESTLING!” You’ll be the first person arrested for WUI. You can make history. Then you’ll be fired, and that tag belt will really look nice resting on my shoulder. Thanks for holding it for us. Wayne, we’ve met in the Scars & Stripes Battle Royal. It may not have been one on one, but let me tell you something, you are one hell of fighter. But still, if it weren’t for Williams you would’ve gone before me. Those titles are ours bitches!
Well guys, this is Shawn’s last ever match, thanks to Williams blocking that shooting star. I admit, I take some of the blame by slapping him after, but that isn’t the point. Superbrawl V, those titles will be property of the Survivors, period, or my name isn’t Flamez!
Superbrawl however, was the least of my worries yesterday. I was fighting for my life, and I didn’t know if I was gonna make it.
It seemed like a normal Sunday. Blue skys, snow on the ground, typical January weather. That was until I got a visit from my brother. He came knocking on the door at about 11. I knew it would be him, trying to convince me once again that our real parents our “fake.” I wonder what crap he’s gonna give me now.
Flamez: Shawn? What are you doing here?
Shawn: What? Can’t a brother come over and say hi?
I glanced behind Shawn, then knowing why he was here. Typical Shawn lately.
Flamez: Really? With a big orange envelope? Looks like more crap trying to convince me….
Shawn: Alright already, just stop showing off and I’ll tell you! Now can I come in?
Flamez: Get in here.
I closed the door behind me, and headed to the kitchen. I was pretty much ready to here the same old stuff.
Flamez: Alright, let’s get this over with.
Shawn: So, you remember my friend Pete from High School?
Flamez: Well, yeah, but what does he….
Shawn: Let me finish ok. Well he is a state trooper, so after last week I called him up and told him my situation. He did some research for me and found out our so called “parents” are wanted in California, Colorado, and Michigan for identity theft. Also, he gave me a document that has the fingerprints of our dead parents and the fake ones.
Shawn took out the document. I was shocked, totally different fingerprints. Shawn also showed me the mug shots and the prison documents from California. There was no way they were fake. But how could Shawn get them?
Flamez: How and when did you get these?
Shawn: Well, remember yesterday I told you I was going to the Devils game at the Izod?
Flamez: Yeah…..
Shawn: Well, I never had tickets, I went to Trenton and he gave me the documents to show to you. He wanted to send his people out, but I told him we would trap them and they would be called in.
Flamez: How are we gonna do that?
Shawn: I called the fakes last night and arranged for us to meet at Big Jim’s in New Milford at noon. I told them I would beep him when we were there, and when I saw there car, we would hold them down.
Flamez: But a cop car is easy to see.
Shawn: Really? You think a Sentra looks like a cop car. There going in undercover cars. I called Big Jim’s to let them know if anything goes wrong to let them in the back. I dropped off a beeper for them yesterday.
Flamez: Shawn you are out of your mind!
Shawn: Thank you, now get ready, we gotta take your car.
Flamez: Why?
Shawn: I told them what kinda car you have so they would know. Plus when they get arrested, I want their Porsche.
Flamez: Sure, you get the good car.
I grabbed the cars keys and we headed out in a hurry. I was afraid and unsure of what could happen. What if Shawn was wrong and these are the wrong people, or if there is a shootout and one of us gets caught in the crossfire. We ended up there 10 minutes early, ordering our pizza. They walked in, smirks on there faces. Then I saw something in the side of Dad’s pocket, it was a gun. Then suddenly I knew this wasn’t going to go well.
Flamez: Mom, Dad, will you excuse us for a second?
I grabbed Shawn and dragged him outside, horrified, not knowing whether to leave right then and there or not.
Shawn: Dude, you’re blowing our cover!
Flamez: Dad has a gun! I saw it!
Shawn: Good, then looks like we can have a showdown.
Shawn pulled out a small handgun and a license for it.
Flamez: How…When…
Shawn: Pete said I needed to be armed, we spent time at the shooting range, so I got my license and this baby. Now let’s go.
We went back in and Shawn fed them some baloney about how he realized they were the real parents.
Shawn: Look guys, I’m sorry I’ve been giving you such a hard time lately. I’ve finally come to realize since our little showdown last week that you have been telling the truth. I guess I’ve been stuck in the past. Can you ever forgive me?
Mom: Of course we can!
Dad: We love you son.
Flamez: Finally the family feud is over.
We talked for about another 20 minutes, and the Sentra pulled up. Tall guys came out and gave Shawn a signal. They waited outside for the signal back.
Shawn: Now, let’s cut to the chase, we know who you are, Chris and Stephanie.
Stephanie: What could you be talking about?
Shawn laid the mug shots down on the table. I was worried sick when I saw the look on Chris’s face.
Shawn: So, why did you fake it.
Shawn raised his arm and the state troopers ran for the door, until Chris got up and shot his gun up in the air.
Chris. Alright, everybody down on the floor! Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt!
Everyone dropped to the floor, with kids crying, parents horrified that winter afternoon. I couldn’t believe it, after all we’ve been through, it might end like this.
Stephanie: I admit, we aren’t your real parents. Infact, at first we were friends of your uncle, you know, the one that got executed. We helped him light the house on fire, since your parents owed us money.
Shawn: You….
Shawn was about to explode in anger on them when I pulled him back.
Stephanie: So you want to interrupt? For every time you interrupt me when I speak, someone dies. Chris, man from the table in the back, mouth.
Chris gave the signal, walked to the back, and put the gun in the mans mouth. I was horrified. He pulled the trigger. BANG!!
Kid: DADDY NO!! WAAAAA!!
Women: Shush honey!
Stephanie: Kill the whole family, mom then kid, eyes.
One by one, Chris shot them both in the eyes. Blood scattered on the ground spread throughout the restaurant.
Stephanie: I don’t think anyone else will be talking. Now, before we left for California, your Uncle gave us some important information about you boys. At the time of there deaths, your mom was knocked up. Your mom was alive for about 2 hours, but she wanted the baby saved instead of herself. Your dad was already dead and she wanted to be with him. She went to foster care. Her name is Jennifer, the one we introduced you to. Here is proof. Look at it Shawn and David, but don’t speak, or else you know what happens.
She handed the birth certificate to us, and it was good. Shawn handed it back to her, guess we did have a sister.
Stephanie: So then you see, we took the money and headed to California. We ran out and used some bunghole’s name. We got caught, and did the same in Colorado and Michigan. Then we remembered what your uncle told us, and contacted Jen. We stayed at her place for about a year, told her about you guys, got a place of our own, and found you. Any questions?
Shawn: Yeah, why did you fake being our parents?
Stephanie: So we can get into your vault and steal your money of course. Jenn’s wasn’t enough. Any others?
Shawn: So you took her money too?
Stephanie: Yeah, last question.
Flamez: Yeah, why are you telling us this?
Stephanie: Good question, because in 8 hours, Chris has a bomb in his pocket that will explode automatically. If the cops try to come in before, he can detonate it with that rolex of his. So I suggest you people shut your mouths for the time you have left.
I could see the news trucks arriving outside, getting ready to watch us slowly die. 7 and half hours later, we were all terrified, and the blood on the floor was dry. They had killed everyone in there except us. They even killed the owners.
Stephanie. 30 minutes left to live, anything to say?
Suddenly the cops finally spoke.
Police: PEOPLE GIVE UP. WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED. DROP YOUR GUNS AND SURRENDER.
Stephanie: You can suck my ass!
Suddenly Peter swarmed in through the back, but Chris acted quickly and shot him. Shawn played a role and pulled his gun out, shooting Chris with a steady aim in the head. Cops came in through the front, but Stephanie had grabbed the gun and began shooting at the cops. Flamez acted by grabbing the gun from Shawn who was to proudly standing over the dead Chris grabbing the keys to his Porsche. I knew he couldn’t shoot for his life. But then I remembered. I was pitcher when he played baseball in High School. I had no other choice, I aimed and threw the gun directly at Stephanie’s head, cracking it wide open and sending her down. They then all filed out quickly. We stayed there for another 25 minutes, socializing with the troopers.
Trooper: You guys were really brave out there, thanks.
Shawn: No problem.
Flamez: Glad we could help.
Shawn: Shame Peter had to go like that.
Trooper: Well, you guys go, we gotta clean out the place and get Stephanie to the station.
We were about to leave, when Shawn realized something, checking his pockets.
Shawn: Aww dammit, I forgot my wallet in there, mind if I go get it?
Trooper: Fine, just don’t get in anyone’s way. Make it quick, too.
Shawn: Don’t worry, I won’t bother anyone.
Shawn went in, as it hit me. The voices, they were back.
Dad: Thank god, you finally realized it.
Mom: Now they’re gone for good.
Flamez: Yeah, but why didn’t you ever tell me about Jenn?
Mom: You needed to figure it out on your own.
Dad: But you do need to get Shawn away from that building in the next 30 seconds.
Flamez: Why?
Mom: The building is about to explode.
Then they disappeared. I had totally forgotten, the time bomb, Chris’s body was still in there, being cleaned out! And Shawn was standing by the door talking to another trooper.
Flamez: SHAWN GET AWAY FROM THERE!
Shawn looked over at me, but it was to late.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Chemical Reaction. Well, you punks are really in for it. You keep whining over and over again we don’t deserve to be in this match. Why? Because now you know you don’t stand a chance? Well guess what, you couldn’t be more wrong. We deserve this more then anything. Williams, you know I’ll be coming after you for what you did to me a few months ago. Sure, Project Hardcore sucked, but you didn’t have to hit me in the back of the head with a chair! So now you pretty much sealed your fate. High Horror, I know you’ve been pissed at us for making fools of you these past couple of weeks, but you gotta learn to laugh at yourself. Just like at Superbrawl, when you get pinned with shoulders on the mat 1 2 3. Good luck.
Obo. Well, we had a classic match last week on Loaded. I mark my words, if it weren’t for Trent Draven, I would’ve made history and beat you 1 2 3. This should be interesting. But Obo, let me ask you a question, how did you drag your way into this match? By screwing Jonathan Parker? Did he say that you were such a good slave you could pick your own partner? I bet on that. So, you pick Pierce Deville? Good choice. He probably won’t be tired after his match with CBT, since CBT most likely won’t show up. So, I guess after you guys lose you and Pierce can have a three way with Jonathan Parker. Deville, I got nothing to say to you. So boys, have a good time at your three way after party.
Finally, the Axis. Kurt, we’ve never met in the ring before, so quite frankly I’m looking forward to going toe to toe with the alcoholic, oops, I uhhh, I mean tag team champion. Yeah, this should be fun. Due me a favor, make it a little easier for me and drink the beer I sent to you before our match, that way I can take you out before the match even starts. I can see the headlines now, “PRO WRESTLER ARRESTED AT SHOW FOR BEING DRUNK WHILE WRESTLING!” You’ll be the first person arrested for WUI. You can make history. Then you’ll be fired, and that tag belt will really look nice resting on my shoulder. Thanks for holding it for us. Wayne, we’ve met in the Scars & Stripes Battle Royal. It may not have been one on one, but let me tell you something, you are one hell of fighter. But still, if it weren’t for Williams you would’ve gone before me. Those titles are ours bitches!
Well guys, this is Shawn’s last ever match, thanks to Williams blocking that shooting star. I admit, I take some of the blame by slapping him after, but that isn’t the point. Superbrawl V, those titles will be property of the Survivors, period, or my name isn’t Flamez!
Superbrawl however, was the least of my worries yesterday. I was fighting for my life, and I didn’t know if I was gonna make it.
It seemed like a normal Sunday. Blue skys, snow on the ground, typical January weather. That was until I got a visit from my brother. He came knocking on the door at about 11. I knew it would be him, trying to convince me once again that our real parents our “fake.” I wonder what crap he’s gonna give me now.
Flamez: Shawn? What are you doing here?
Shawn: What? Can’t a brother come over and say hi?
I glanced behind Shawn, then knowing why he was here. Typical Shawn lately.
Flamez: Really? With a big orange envelope? Looks like more crap trying to convince me….
Shawn: Alright already, just stop showing off and I’ll tell you! Now can I come in?
Flamez: Get in here.
I closed the door behind me, and headed to the kitchen. I was pretty much ready to here the same old stuff.
Flamez: Alright, let’s get this over with.
Shawn: So, you remember my friend Pete from High School?
Flamez: Well, yeah, but what does he….
Shawn: Let me finish ok. Well he is a state trooper, so after last week I called him up and told him my situation. He did some research for me and found out our so called “parents” are wanted in California, Colorado, and Michigan for identity theft. Also, he gave me a document that has the fingerprints of our dead parents and the fake ones.
Shawn took out the document. I was shocked, totally different fingerprints. Shawn also showed me the mug shots and the prison documents from California. There was no way they were fake. But how could Shawn get them?
Flamez: How and when did you get these?
Shawn: Well, remember yesterday I told you I was going to the Devils game at the Izod?
Flamez: Yeah…..
Shawn: Well, I never had tickets, I went to Trenton and he gave me the documents to show to you. He wanted to send his people out, but I told him we would trap them and they would be called in.
Flamez: How are we gonna do that?
Shawn: I called the fakes last night and arranged for us to meet at Big Jim’s in New Milford at noon. I told them I would beep him when we were there, and when I saw there car, we would hold them down.
Flamez: But a cop car is easy to see.
Shawn: Really? You think a Sentra looks like a cop car. There going in undercover cars. I called Big Jim’s to let them know if anything goes wrong to let them in the back. I dropped off a beeper for them yesterday.
Flamez: Shawn you are out of your mind!
Shawn: Thank you, now get ready, we gotta take your car.
Flamez: Why?
Shawn: I told them what kinda car you have so they would know. Plus when they get arrested, I want their Porsche.
Flamez: Sure, you get the good car.
I grabbed the cars keys and we headed out in a hurry. I was afraid and unsure of what could happen. What if Shawn was wrong and these are the wrong people, or if there is a shootout and one of us gets caught in the crossfire. We ended up there 10 minutes early, ordering our pizza. They walked in, smirks on there faces. Then I saw something in the side of Dad’s pocket, it was a gun. Then suddenly I knew this wasn’t going to go well.
Flamez: Mom, Dad, will you excuse us for a second?
I grabbed Shawn and dragged him outside, horrified, not knowing whether to leave right then and there or not.
Shawn: Dude, you’re blowing our cover!
Flamez: Dad has a gun! I saw it!
Shawn: Good, then looks like we can have a showdown.
Shawn pulled out a small handgun and a license for it.
Flamez: How…When…
Shawn: Pete said I needed to be armed, we spent time at the shooting range, so I got my license and this baby. Now let’s go.
We went back in and Shawn fed them some baloney about how he realized they were the real parents.
Shawn: Look guys, I’m sorry I’ve been giving you such a hard time lately. I’ve finally come to realize since our little showdown last week that you have been telling the truth. I guess I’ve been stuck in the past. Can you ever forgive me?
Mom: Of course we can!
Dad: We love you son.
Flamez: Finally the family feud is over.
We talked for about another 20 minutes, and the Sentra pulled up. Tall guys came out and gave Shawn a signal. They waited outside for the signal back.
Shawn: Now, let’s cut to the chase, we know who you are, Chris and Stephanie.
Stephanie: What could you be talking about?
Shawn laid the mug shots down on the table. I was worried sick when I saw the look on Chris’s face.
Shawn: So, why did you fake it.
Shawn raised his arm and the state troopers ran for the door, until Chris got up and shot his gun up in the air.
Chris. Alright, everybody down on the floor! Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt!
Everyone dropped to the floor, with kids crying, parents horrified that winter afternoon. I couldn’t believe it, after all we’ve been through, it might end like this.
Stephanie: I admit, we aren’t your real parents. Infact, at first we were friends of your uncle, you know, the one that got executed. We helped him light the house on fire, since your parents owed us money.
Shawn: You….
Shawn was about to explode in anger on them when I pulled him back.
Stephanie: So you want to interrupt? For every time you interrupt me when I speak, someone dies. Chris, man from the table in the back, mouth.
Chris gave the signal, walked to the back, and put the gun in the mans mouth. I was horrified. He pulled the trigger. BANG!!
Kid: DADDY NO!! WAAAAA!!
Women: Shush honey!
Stephanie: Kill the whole family, mom then kid, eyes.
One by one, Chris shot them both in the eyes. Blood scattered on the ground spread throughout the restaurant.
Stephanie: I don’t think anyone else will be talking. Now, before we left for California, your Uncle gave us some important information about you boys. At the time of there deaths, your mom was knocked up. Your mom was alive for about 2 hours, but she wanted the baby saved instead of herself. Your dad was already dead and she wanted to be with him. She went to foster care. Her name is Jennifer, the one we introduced you to. Here is proof. Look at it Shawn and David, but don’t speak, or else you know what happens.
She handed the birth certificate to us, and it was good. Shawn handed it back to her, guess we did have a sister.
Stephanie: So then you see, we took the money and headed to California. We ran out and used some bunghole’s name. We got caught, and did the same in Colorado and Michigan. Then we remembered what your uncle told us, and contacted Jen. We stayed at her place for about a year, told her about you guys, got a place of our own, and found you. Any questions?
Shawn: Yeah, why did you fake being our parents?
Stephanie: So we can get into your vault and steal your money of course. Jenn’s wasn’t enough. Any others?
Shawn: So you took her money too?
Stephanie: Yeah, last question.
Flamez: Yeah, why are you telling us this?
Stephanie: Good question, because in 8 hours, Chris has a bomb in his pocket that will explode automatically. If the cops try to come in before, he can detonate it with that rolex of his. So I suggest you people shut your mouths for the time you have left.
I could see the news trucks arriving outside, getting ready to watch us slowly die. 7 and half hours later, we were all terrified, and the blood on the floor was dry. They had killed everyone in there except us. They even killed the owners.
Stephanie. 30 minutes left to live, anything to say?
Suddenly the cops finally spoke.
Police: PEOPLE GIVE UP. WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED. DROP YOUR GUNS AND SURRENDER.
Stephanie: You can suck my ass!
Suddenly Peter swarmed in through the back, but Chris acted quickly and shot him. Shawn played a role and pulled his gun out, shooting Chris with a steady aim in the head. Cops came in through the front, but Stephanie had grabbed the gun and began shooting at the cops. Flamez acted by grabbing the gun from Shawn who was to proudly standing over the dead Chris grabbing the keys to his Porsche. I knew he couldn’t shoot for his life. But then I remembered. I was pitcher when he played baseball in High School. I had no other choice, I aimed and threw the gun directly at Stephanie’s head, cracking it wide open and sending her down. They then all filed out quickly. We stayed there for another 25 minutes, socializing with the troopers.
Trooper: You guys were really brave out there, thanks.
Shawn: No problem.
Flamez: Glad we could help.
Shawn: Shame Peter had to go like that.
Trooper: Well, you guys go, we gotta clean out the place and get Stephanie to the station.
We were about to leave, when Shawn realized something, checking his pockets.
Shawn: Aww dammit, I forgot my wallet in there, mind if I go get it?
Trooper: Fine, just don’t get in anyone’s way. Make it quick, too.
Shawn: Don’t worry, I won’t bother anyone.
Shawn went in, as it hit me. The voices, they were back.
Dad: Thank god, you finally realized it.
Mom: Now they’re gone for good.
Flamez: Yeah, but why didn’t you ever tell me about Jenn?
Mom: You needed to figure it out on your own.
Dad: But you do need to get Shawn away from that building in the next 30 seconds.
Flamez: Why?
Mom: The building is about to explode.
Then they disappeared. I had totally forgotten, the time bomb, Chris’s body was still in there, being cleaned out! And Shawn was standing by the door talking to another trooper.
Flamez: SHAWN GET AWAY FROM THERE!
Shawn looked over at me, but it was to late.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
