Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2006 13:04:42 GMT -5
The streets are empty, well I say empty there is the odd drunkard stumbling about trying to make it either into another club or back home I can't quite decide. Oh and there are also two or three bouncers stood on each door making sure the drunkards don't get in. OK I will rephrase altogether. The streets are sparsely populated and the light breeze is making for nice weather to be wearing a t-shirt. The night sky above me is full of clouds keeping the day's summer heat around throughout the night. My ears are being tickled as I walk past each club by the low hum of music. It is impossible to tell what it is until one of the club doors swings open and the music pours out, but even then I don't have a clue what it is. Jesus Christ it's been a long time since I've seen Drakz. I've barely seen him since he won the belt, HA he doesn't even have the thing any more. I'll be surprised if he even remembers me at first. He has been abusing his body on national television so it's no secret that his brain isn't going to be up to scratch on the memory side of affairs. I can't even remember what the club was called that he told me he would be in. Mess? Miss? Mass? Mass that was it! Hmmm I should really have paid more attention to what clubs I have been passing. It could be right back up the road behind me. Damn it why am I so nervous about this? My hands are actually shaking if I hold them up in front of me. Christ. I let out a deep breath to try and cool my nerve and start to look at the clubs' names in hope that I haven't left Mass miles behind. How am I going to find him inside anyway? Hang on a second, what does that sign say? I squint my eyes to make it a little clearer and sure enough the sign reads “Mass.” Nice one. I start to quicken my pace and the club draws nearer and nearer with each step. As I approach the doorway I can't see any doormen around so I decide to just walk right in. I open the door and am hit by a wave of sound. The door rattles in my hand as the bass reverberates off of it. What am I doing in a club? What am I of all people doing in a night club where the low frequency sounds shake the front door? I step inside and pull the door closed behind me, not that there was any need as it could close itself. When I turn around after pulling the door into place I am met by a frenzy of lights, limbs and lasers. There is a soundsystem at the rear of the club, that stands meters above the tallest person in the club, that is kicking out dance music of some description. I'm not very good with music so I couldn't tell you if it was techno or happy hardcore. Are those even genres of music? Or did I just make them up? I don't have a clue. I stand, hypnotised, by the mass of people on the dance floor. They all gyrate and flail their bodies to the music without a care in the world. Sweat drips from the roof onto them as though the sprinklers weren't turned off properly. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I snap from my trance and turn to face it. There is a man leaning over a desk to my left who speaks to me now he has my attention.
Male - “That's $10 man”
Oh yeah I have to pay to get in. I didn't think about that. It's a good job I remembered my wallet. I take it out of my pocket and open it up to find a number of cheques that need to be cashed, a parking ticket that needs to be paid and a small wadge of notes. I pull out a 10 and hand it to the guy who takes out a stamp and prints it on the back of my hand in red ink. I don't take the time to exam it as I need to find Drakz within this sweat box. I step forward and straight away am bumped into by a young male of about 20. He turns back and looks at me with a dormant look on his face, his jaw tense and his eyes darting all around.
Young male - “Sorry man, so sorry, I'm real sorry.”
What is wrong with him? He comes to me and I back off as I sense danger but he just grabs me and hugs me. I feel his arms tightly against my shoulders and neck and I can hear his deep breathing in my ear. He then pulls away and walks off as though nothing were a miss. I nearly shat my pants and I've only been in here less than a minute or two. Nice start. I decide to head toward the dance floor as I should think Drakz, or some one who knows him will be out of their heads, cavorting in front of those monstrously sized speakers. As I get closer to them I have to put my fingers in my ears as the noise is a little much for me. I can feel the bass rumbling through my chest and throat. The end of my nose is quivering I am sure of it. I stop for a minute and wonder whether trying to make my way through that jungle of bodies is a good idea. Sod it let's go. I'm about to set off on my mission before I am grabbed by the wrist and pulled away to the side of the room. We go through a doorway and into a smaller room that's edges are lined with one large sofa. It curls around the corners and looks to be seating at least 25 people. There are glass coffee tables staggered in front of the sofa every few feet or so covered with bottles, cans and pint glasses. A few have the remnants of drugs on them but it looks as though most of the illegal substances in this room have already been consumed judging by the state of everyone in here. I suddenly remember I was dragged in here against my will and turn to see a young girl stood next to me. She smiles at me. What a beautiful smile. What a beautiful girl. I feel as though I've been staring at her for hours when she points across the room. My head turns to follow the direction in which she is pointing and sure enough, in amongst all of the casualties of the night, sits Drakz. Tucked away in the corner with a girl on each arm. He has a smile on his face and his arms stretched out toward me. His index fingers point toward me like a pair of smoking pistols, only the smoke is coming from the large joint in his mouth. I have a quick look around the room and sure enough Michael Kyzer is sat close by, currently snorting a number of lines off of one of the glass tables. Drakz shouts over the music to me.
Drakz - “You son of a bitch! I thought you'd forgotten about me!”
I smile at him and go to open my mouth without thinking. Sure enough he cuts me off, if I had thought about things a little longer I should have known that was coming.
Drakz - “Don't you say it's cause I haven't had a match because that isn't gonna fly.”
I walk over to him and a couple of young ladies stand up and move to make room for me at Drakz's command. I take a seat and Drakz turns to look at me through his large sun glasses. Whatever he is doing wearing sun shades in a night club I will never know. His grin stretches from ear to ear, although it isn't the usual sadistic smile, it's a genuine smile of happiness. He's happy to see me? Nah it's the drugs. He stares me down for a few more seconds before starting.
Drakz - “So how've ya been?”
I don't even try to answer. He isn't going to catch me twice in a night.
Drakz - “HAHA you remember quickly. So how have I been? Well I'll tell ya!”
He turns his attention back to the opposite side of the room and shouts.
Drakz - “OI! Close the f*ckin door I can't hear myself think!”
The door is closed shortly after and Drakz looks back to me.
Drakz - “You're a lucky man, I don't shut off music for anyone you know.”
He laughs and takes a long toke on his spliff before flicking it to the ground and smudging it out with his boot.
Drakz - “Right. Where was I? Yeah so basicly last time we spoke I was the new Heavyweight champion of WFWF after winning some match. I don't remember the details of it really. Since then I have gotten a lot of sh*t on my plate. A whole big heap of it.”
Kyzer decides to give his short but sweet 10 cents on the situation.
Kyzer - “Real big heap”
Man these guys can chat bollocks when they feel like it.
Drakz - “Being owners is a lot harder than it looks you know. We've got to take loads of drugs, listen to music, chose who is gonna kick the sh*t into who and of course the all important p*ss people off as much as possible. I'd say we're doing a pretty good job so far.”
He smiles and gets distracted as a yellow balloon full of air is passed his way. He removes his oversized shades and hooks them on his collar and then takes hold of the limp end of the balloon and puts it in his mouth. One of his pupils is yellow in colour which I guess is a contact lens. What the hell is he doing now though? He sucks in a large amount of the air and then blows it back in and then repeats this. His pupils start to dilate as he does so. He sucks in the air again and blows out once more filling the balloon. He sucks in one more time until all of the air is in his lungs. His face loses all emotion and he stares into no where. What is he doing? I'm assuming there was some form of narcotic in that balloon but I have no idea what it was. He continues to stare for another 5 seconds or so until suddenly shaking his head and falling backwards even though he is sat down.
Drakz - “WOAH!”
He shakes his head again violently and I can hear Kyzer laughing from across the room.
Drakz - “Bloody hell that never gets less mental. It was nitrous if you were wondering........laughing gas. Only downer is it loses all effect after a few seconds.”
I can do little but stare and try to take in my surroundings some more. I hear a piston noise and a spew of gas as a male a few feet away fills another balloon with nitrous gas. That could freeze your lungs on contact but I'm not even going to try and tell Drakz that. There's no point. My attention is drawn back to him as he starts to talk again.
Drakz - “I'm assuming you've been watching the last few shows? What do you think of Odium then? Much better than that Code Red boll*cks.”
Kyzer - “Here here!”
Drakz - “So far every match has been memorable yet the superstars we govern have no f*cking respect for us. It's all down to that same factor that Michael has been preaching since day one. It all comes down to fear of difference. Excess is what we have chosen in every form possible. Hell I even eat too much, but it's the drugs that really steal it. The roster chooses to start up this little rebellion of theirs to try and get us out of power. Now that hurts. That really hurts that they dislike us that much. Ah who am I kiddin' I couldn't give two shakes of a dog's c*ck. The rebellion is never going to work because everyone has their own motive. No one wants to work together because they want power at the other side of things. There's the little bitches like Yukio who just can't understand the games me and Michael play. There's people like Meg who have been caught up in our games and now want some kind of revenge or some bull like that, and then there's this Anointed sack of crap who seem to think that they can do a better job of things than us. Newsflash people we are GODS! We are perfect. We are untouchable. We are that much better than you! We are the dogs b*llocks! It isn't a case of toppling our empire, it's a case of joining it or getting left behind. This is the new era folks and like it or lump it we're in it for the long haul.”
Drakz is passed a new spliff that he puffs on gently to calm his nerves. He continues to smoke it as he talks, spitting clouds of smoke with every word.
Drakz - “You remember when you first got here and I figured the only reason you came to see me was because I finally have a match again? You don't need to listen to all this sh*t, if that is the reason you came here then I can cut the crap and get on with it.”
I don't open my mouth, I merely nod my head and Drakz smiles. He tokes on the spliff before leaning his head back and sending smoke gushing toward the roof like a waterfall. The waterfall parts against the ceiling and joins the rest of the weed smoke in blanketing it. Drakz looks back to face me and places his sun glasses back on his head. I can once again see my reflection in his eye pieces but it does make me some what uncomfortable not being able to see where he's looking.
Drakz - “Josh. The man of the hour? What is all that about? He's hardly the man of the hour now is he? He wasn't even close to being the man of the hour when I won the belt in January and before that he was no better. I just don't get that name of his. Put it down to the drugs, put it down to the fact that my mind works on all sorts of levels that Josh's doesn't, you can even put it down to the number of knocks I've taken on the head. It really doesn't make sense though.
Drakz sucks on the joint again and blows smoke into my face. I cough and he laughs before passing the spliff over my shoulder to some one else. The smoke in this room is getting to me a little but I guess I'll have to put up with it. Oh he's started talking again.
Drakz - “Josh and I have faced off twice before, both times I let him win, call it helping to build his ego if you will. Now I know he is going to bitch on about how he has beaten me already and he wont find it hard to do it again, yadda yadda yadda, but let's all face it I am the former champion out of us both. I am the man who currently owns this federation. HAHAHAHA Josh why'd you leave the fed to us? Why did you and Trenty boy up and leave? HA! Every person watching Odium this week is going to be expecting me to put on the same kind of show I did last time I wrestled, and the time before that and the time before that. I'm not going to let them down of course. I'm looking forward to getting back in the ring. It's time to put on a drug fueled master class in how to give the people what they want. The class of 06.”
Drakz turns away from me and grabs another balloon full of gas and I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around and Kyzer signals toward the door. I guess this is my cue to leave. I get up and my legs wobble a little. Damn weed smoke! I set off toward the room's door and it is opened for me by one of the women stood nearby. The music explodes through the doorway and I'm a little taken back but I head off toward the main entrance and out into the street again. The clouds still surround the earth, the bouncers are still littering the street sides and there are still drunkards making there way to no where. I set off back to where I came with so many things rushing through my head. Christ Drakz hasn't gotten any better.
Male - “That's $10 man”
Oh yeah I have to pay to get in. I didn't think about that. It's a good job I remembered my wallet. I take it out of my pocket and open it up to find a number of cheques that need to be cashed, a parking ticket that needs to be paid and a small wadge of notes. I pull out a 10 and hand it to the guy who takes out a stamp and prints it on the back of my hand in red ink. I don't take the time to exam it as I need to find Drakz within this sweat box. I step forward and straight away am bumped into by a young male of about 20. He turns back and looks at me with a dormant look on his face, his jaw tense and his eyes darting all around.
Young male - “Sorry man, so sorry, I'm real sorry.”
What is wrong with him? He comes to me and I back off as I sense danger but he just grabs me and hugs me. I feel his arms tightly against my shoulders and neck and I can hear his deep breathing in my ear. He then pulls away and walks off as though nothing were a miss. I nearly shat my pants and I've only been in here less than a minute or two. Nice start. I decide to head toward the dance floor as I should think Drakz, or some one who knows him will be out of their heads, cavorting in front of those monstrously sized speakers. As I get closer to them I have to put my fingers in my ears as the noise is a little much for me. I can feel the bass rumbling through my chest and throat. The end of my nose is quivering I am sure of it. I stop for a minute and wonder whether trying to make my way through that jungle of bodies is a good idea. Sod it let's go. I'm about to set off on my mission before I am grabbed by the wrist and pulled away to the side of the room. We go through a doorway and into a smaller room that's edges are lined with one large sofa. It curls around the corners and looks to be seating at least 25 people. There are glass coffee tables staggered in front of the sofa every few feet or so covered with bottles, cans and pint glasses. A few have the remnants of drugs on them but it looks as though most of the illegal substances in this room have already been consumed judging by the state of everyone in here. I suddenly remember I was dragged in here against my will and turn to see a young girl stood next to me. She smiles at me. What a beautiful smile. What a beautiful girl. I feel as though I've been staring at her for hours when she points across the room. My head turns to follow the direction in which she is pointing and sure enough, in amongst all of the casualties of the night, sits Drakz. Tucked away in the corner with a girl on each arm. He has a smile on his face and his arms stretched out toward me. His index fingers point toward me like a pair of smoking pistols, only the smoke is coming from the large joint in his mouth. I have a quick look around the room and sure enough Michael Kyzer is sat close by, currently snorting a number of lines off of one of the glass tables. Drakz shouts over the music to me.
Drakz - “You son of a bitch! I thought you'd forgotten about me!”
I smile at him and go to open my mouth without thinking. Sure enough he cuts me off, if I had thought about things a little longer I should have known that was coming.
Drakz - “Don't you say it's cause I haven't had a match because that isn't gonna fly.”
I walk over to him and a couple of young ladies stand up and move to make room for me at Drakz's command. I take a seat and Drakz turns to look at me through his large sun glasses. Whatever he is doing wearing sun shades in a night club I will never know. His grin stretches from ear to ear, although it isn't the usual sadistic smile, it's a genuine smile of happiness. He's happy to see me? Nah it's the drugs. He stares me down for a few more seconds before starting.
Drakz - “So how've ya been?”
I don't even try to answer. He isn't going to catch me twice in a night.
Drakz - “HAHA you remember quickly. So how have I been? Well I'll tell ya!”
He turns his attention back to the opposite side of the room and shouts.
Drakz - “OI! Close the f*ckin door I can't hear myself think!”
The door is closed shortly after and Drakz looks back to me.
Drakz - “You're a lucky man, I don't shut off music for anyone you know.”
He laughs and takes a long toke on his spliff before flicking it to the ground and smudging it out with his boot.
Drakz - “Right. Where was I? Yeah so basicly last time we spoke I was the new Heavyweight champion of WFWF after winning some match. I don't remember the details of it really. Since then I have gotten a lot of sh*t on my plate. A whole big heap of it.”
Kyzer decides to give his short but sweet 10 cents on the situation.
Kyzer - “Real big heap”
Man these guys can chat bollocks when they feel like it.
Drakz - “Being owners is a lot harder than it looks you know. We've got to take loads of drugs, listen to music, chose who is gonna kick the sh*t into who and of course the all important p*ss people off as much as possible. I'd say we're doing a pretty good job so far.”
He smiles and gets distracted as a yellow balloon full of air is passed his way. He removes his oversized shades and hooks them on his collar and then takes hold of the limp end of the balloon and puts it in his mouth. One of his pupils is yellow in colour which I guess is a contact lens. What the hell is he doing now though? He sucks in a large amount of the air and then blows it back in and then repeats this. His pupils start to dilate as he does so. He sucks in the air again and blows out once more filling the balloon. He sucks in one more time until all of the air is in his lungs. His face loses all emotion and he stares into no where. What is he doing? I'm assuming there was some form of narcotic in that balloon but I have no idea what it was. He continues to stare for another 5 seconds or so until suddenly shaking his head and falling backwards even though he is sat down.
Drakz - “WOAH!”
He shakes his head again violently and I can hear Kyzer laughing from across the room.
Drakz - “Bloody hell that never gets less mental. It was nitrous if you were wondering........laughing gas. Only downer is it loses all effect after a few seconds.”
I can do little but stare and try to take in my surroundings some more. I hear a piston noise and a spew of gas as a male a few feet away fills another balloon with nitrous gas. That could freeze your lungs on contact but I'm not even going to try and tell Drakz that. There's no point. My attention is drawn back to him as he starts to talk again.
Drakz - “I'm assuming you've been watching the last few shows? What do you think of Odium then? Much better than that Code Red boll*cks.”
Kyzer - “Here here!”
Drakz - “So far every match has been memorable yet the superstars we govern have no f*cking respect for us. It's all down to that same factor that Michael has been preaching since day one. It all comes down to fear of difference. Excess is what we have chosen in every form possible. Hell I even eat too much, but it's the drugs that really steal it. The roster chooses to start up this little rebellion of theirs to try and get us out of power. Now that hurts. That really hurts that they dislike us that much. Ah who am I kiddin' I couldn't give two shakes of a dog's c*ck. The rebellion is never going to work because everyone has their own motive. No one wants to work together because they want power at the other side of things. There's the little bitches like Yukio who just can't understand the games me and Michael play. There's people like Meg who have been caught up in our games and now want some kind of revenge or some bull like that, and then there's this Anointed sack of crap who seem to think that they can do a better job of things than us. Newsflash people we are GODS! We are perfect. We are untouchable. We are that much better than you! We are the dogs b*llocks! It isn't a case of toppling our empire, it's a case of joining it or getting left behind. This is the new era folks and like it or lump it we're in it for the long haul.”
Drakz is passed a new spliff that he puffs on gently to calm his nerves. He continues to smoke it as he talks, spitting clouds of smoke with every word.
Drakz - “You remember when you first got here and I figured the only reason you came to see me was because I finally have a match again? You don't need to listen to all this sh*t, if that is the reason you came here then I can cut the crap and get on with it.”
I don't open my mouth, I merely nod my head and Drakz smiles. He tokes on the spliff before leaning his head back and sending smoke gushing toward the roof like a waterfall. The waterfall parts against the ceiling and joins the rest of the weed smoke in blanketing it. Drakz looks back to face me and places his sun glasses back on his head. I can once again see my reflection in his eye pieces but it does make me some what uncomfortable not being able to see where he's looking.
Drakz - “Josh. The man of the hour? What is all that about? He's hardly the man of the hour now is he? He wasn't even close to being the man of the hour when I won the belt in January and before that he was no better. I just don't get that name of his. Put it down to the drugs, put it down to the fact that my mind works on all sorts of levels that Josh's doesn't, you can even put it down to the number of knocks I've taken on the head. It really doesn't make sense though.
Drakz sucks on the joint again and blows smoke into my face. I cough and he laughs before passing the spliff over my shoulder to some one else. The smoke in this room is getting to me a little but I guess I'll have to put up with it. Oh he's started talking again.
Drakz - “Josh and I have faced off twice before, both times I let him win, call it helping to build his ego if you will. Now I know he is going to bitch on about how he has beaten me already and he wont find it hard to do it again, yadda yadda yadda, but let's all face it I am the former champion out of us both. I am the man who currently owns this federation. HAHAHAHA Josh why'd you leave the fed to us? Why did you and Trenty boy up and leave? HA! Every person watching Odium this week is going to be expecting me to put on the same kind of show I did last time I wrestled, and the time before that and the time before that. I'm not going to let them down of course. I'm looking forward to getting back in the ring. It's time to put on a drug fueled master class in how to give the people what they want. The class of 06.”
Drakz turns away from me and grabs another balloon full of gas and I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around and Kyzer signals toward the door. I guess this is my cue to leave. I get up and my legs wobble a little. Damn weed smoke! I set off toward the room's door and it is opened for me by one of the women stood nearby. The music explodes through the doorway and I'm a little taken back but I head off toward the main entrance and out into the street again. The clouds still surround the earth, the bouncers are still littering the street sides and there are still drunkards making there way to no where. I set off back to where I came with so many things rushing through my head. Christ Drakz hasn't gotten any better.
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