Post by DTP. on Sept 20, 2008 22:07:06 GMT -5
One Step Closer...
BANG! The bullet fired out of the 9mm Pistol with energy, quickly aiming for her. Time seemed to have slow down, as Daniel saw it anyway. As the rain poured down and dampened his messy, long brown hair, he knew that he couldn't do anything. He blamed himself for this, for some one so sweet to become involved in an intense rivalry was just something he could not live to forget about. Daniel reminded himself of how things built up to this point. The win last Sunday night, beating JJ Hart to retain the FcW Cruiserweight Championship, to having a supposedly innocent drink that ended up being a vicious race to the barsman several times. And of course, the beating that gave him scars for life last week when a bald-headed tough guy beat him within an inch of his somewhat inferior life. These things were what dreams were made of, something that would usually happen on television and in films, for the underdog to survive such a ruthless beating, and on top of that to find the girl of his dreams. But that had turned rotten, and the grins on Daniel's face yesterday quite quickly turned to frowns of a miserable man, longing for something good to happen to him.
Going back, twenty-four hours, it was what seemed to be another knot in the string of bad things turned good. Daniel had been released from the hospital and had purchased a fancy new suit. And to add a cherry on top, he had the most fantastic girl of his life within his grasp. He rested her inside the back of her Toyota and climbed into the front, then initiating the vehicle and driving her home. He drove around the busy streets of New York City, looking around numerous neighborhoods on the route to Lindsey's culdesac home. He parked up the Toyota on the sidewalk outside of her house and quickly climbed out of the car. He opened the back door and carried Lindsey within his grasp, also holding her sleepy head up rather than having her head bend backwards, dangling on the end. Daniel kicked the gate door open and walked up the lawn, then placing her over his shoulder. Daniel took her house key from the side pocket of her pink robe before opening the door. He rushed through the house, resting her on the beige couch in the living room. Daniel grabbed a mini stool and dragged it across the floor, taking a seat next to the sleepy Lindsey. She leant her head up and opened her mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey. Chill out, relax. Take a nap, it's fine", he said to her, placing his hand gently over her forehead, resting it backdown on the pillow of the couch. "It's time for me to return the favor", he continued, watching over Lindsey with a sweet grin. Lindsey closed her eyes and rolled over, facing the couch and the wall behind it. All Daniel could do was just watch over her and sit and admire her, all at once. It was only early afternoon, but Daniel felt he had to repay the favor, since Lindsey had barely had a nap or a sleep since she found him lying unconscious in a back alley. Time stretched, and Lindsey was still sleeping by nine o'clock. So Daniel decided that since Lindsey was sound asleep, he picked up the remote from the couch's arm, flicking it at the television screen. He turned it over to Turner Network Television, TNT, the former home of World Championship Wrestling. And what did he see? Why, he saw Fearless Championship Wrestling air with its weekly Tri-State area based edition of Sunday Night Sin. He became fascinated with the whole ordeal, and watched every match carefully. This was in fact the first time he had seen this show from a television set since the last time he decided to hang up his boots, a week before New Beginnings, where he would attempt to capture the FcW Extreme Championship. As he reminisced, he chuckled about what he had done,
Time stretched even further, as the night progressed and Daniel would become more attached to FcW's Sunday Night Sin program by each little move, match and segment. But that's when he saw his friend, Tempest on the screen, in which she requested a match against him! Daniel looked a little confused that Tempest had been on a Leave of Absense fro a while, and had out of the clear blue sky, asked for a rematch against her own friend. He looked back swiftly at his new found friend, still asleep. Daniel knew that he would be in a lot of trouble, physically if he was to get back in the ring, especially in this such of pain currently impacting him on the outside and on the inside. He picked up his FcW Cruiserweight Championship from the one-seater couch at his side, and scanned the belt, looking at every little detail on the golden belt, the belt he had held for almost four and a half months combined from his forgettable reign back in June of 2007. He grinned at the belt as it reflected gold back in his face, also having the television screen's colors glare him as the room was lit up in the darkness. He continued to watch the show right through to the end, where he then heard some loud mutters emanating from outside of the house. It sounded like something pretty big. He squeezed through the gap between the couch arm and the side counter, then opening the blinds a tiny bit. That is when he saw something that he almost immediately feared.
A gang of ten or fifteen men in a big gang, hanging around on the road of the culdesac. All of them were dressed in leather sleeveless jackets, with either bandanas on or black hoodies. He saw a man stand before them, a crowbar in hand. Daniel was curious what they were doing here and hwy they were here.
"What the hell?", he muttered under his breath.
"Several days ago, at that bar right over there, I beat up an over the top guy who claimed to be better than us!", the leader chanted at the top of his voice, pointing his plank of wood over at the bar where Daniel had gotten assaulted.
"That guy sucks!", one of the members of the gang shouted, his hands over his mouth.
"Tell me what we do with people who think they're high society!?", questioned the leader of the gang once again.
"We kick their ass!", the others yelled back, chanting 'Kick their ass' over and over again.
"Well, apparently, I didn't beat them up enough, and he's still well and has actually made it past the operating table", the leader spoke once again, the others booing. "So what we need to do is band together and track this Mr. Al That Jazz down, and make sure he DOESN'T make it past the operating table, and if we fail to succeed that time, what do we do!?", the leader announced, "We try again, until he can not stand without snapping an ankle, or beat him to death!"
Right then, Daniel knew what was going on, by the movement of the leader and his 2x4 wood plank. They were trying to hunt him down, but for what reason, he wondered. Daniel looked closely at the leader and imagined him with no black and white bandana on, and that very person was the biker who could of cost him his life half a week ago! Daniel let go of the blinds and squeezed back through the gap between the counter and the couch arm. He slowly yet quickly walked over to Lindsey and knelt down beside her.
"Sweetie?", he whispered in Lindsey's ear in a gentle voice.
"What?" she replied shaking her head and sitting up. Daniel had a worried look on his face, Lindsey was confused by it. "What's with that look?"
"You know when you found me lying in the alley across the culdesac?"
"Yeah, and now you're fine, be happy".
"No, it's not that. The guy who attacked me has got a large gang outside, and they're trying to hunt me down", he said, still worried.
"Sweetie, it doesn't matter. If they never see you again then it's fine because they'll forget your face", Lindsey replied, whiping some sleep out of her right eye. Well she thought he'd never seen them again. At that moment, there was a big bang at the door, and it continued to make that loud noise. Eventually, the glass part of the door gave in, shattering and falling onto the floor in many shards. A big, muscled arm put its hand through the now broken glass part of the door and opened the door using the handle from inside. There walked a big man, wearing leather, whiping his boots on the broken shards of glass below his feet. He walked to outside the living room door before kicking the door open, leaving a big dint in the wooden maroon door. Lindsey stood in the room, looking a little stunned.
"Oh, uh, sorry ma'am. I thought there was somebody else here. Thankyou for your time", he said, but when he turned his back, Daniel came from behind, nailing him with the wooden stool he was previously seated on. The stool legs broke off over the back of the man's head as Daniel threw the stool down on the floor and grabbed Lindsey's hand, escaping out of the back door. The unconscious muscle man fell onto the paving outside of the house, in sight of the gang.
"Spike? What happened!?", asked the suddenly concerned leader.
"He was there", Spike groaned, breathing heavily.
"Alright. Guys, spread out, and look for this rat. I want him right here, right now. And I know he's going to try and run away like the yellow-belly coward he is", the leader yelled to the gang behind them. He gave them a death stare when they remained standing nearby, then scurrying along trying to find where Daniel was.
Lindsey and Daniel ran through several back yards before seeking by the side of a silent house, checking the culdesac. Empty. That was their chance to run across the street, past the bar and try and run for the New York Police Department. They ran across the road, but when they reached the sidewalk nearing the bar, out came one of those gang members. Dressed in black, wearing a cowboy hat this man gave them a death stare from in between his brown goatee.
"You!", he yelled. The man powerwalked towards Daniel as Lindsey tried to hide behind Daniel. He put his gigantic fists up into the air as did Daniel, and simply put, the man gave him several lefts and rights. But then, Daniel ducked one of his southpaws and slapped him across the face, then kicking him in the nuts and diving on his back with both knees, planting the man in the ground, his black cowboy hat falling off of his head at long last.
"Let's go!", yelled a concerned Lindsey as Daniel took her by the hand and continued rushing, in an attempt to get a hold of the NYPD. Daniel could hear the sirens, but he couldn't manage to see the police vehicles. Daniel and Lindsey ran across another road, getting stuck at a busy, busy highway. Daniel and Lindsey looked at the many cars in front of them before finding a gap between two cars and rushing into an island in the centre of the road. One of the gang members ran from the opposite side of the road into the island as well, as soon as he saw Daniel with Lindsey.
"Look what I found", the man chuckled in his deep voice, black hair covering his right eye, he cracked his knuckles as Daniel and Lindsey had nowhere to go. Lindsey stood in the corner of the island, in front of a metal bar. The man tried to punce at Daniel, but he dodged it and the gang member smacked his jaw on the metal bar. Daniel took a page out of his wrestling career and connecting with a drop toe hold, sending him head first into the road. That's when a rebellious car then ran his head over, instantly killing him.
"What a bad way to go, huh", Daniel said, flinching. Lindsey simply nodded as the two continued their journey. They continued moving, rushing through the city in search of the police to try and stop bikers from jumping them, but there was no police members in sight. They finally was nearly at the NYPD headquarters, but they had to cross one last road in order to reach the headquarters. They managed to cross the road, but all of a sudden, the ring leader found them. The leader gave Daniel a thunderous uppercut, sending him to the floor as the leader grabbed the defenseless Lindsey by the hair and dragged her into the side alley. Daniel got up after sveeral dazed moments, groggy and all, he kept going. Daniel forgot about the police department, he just wanted Lindsey back now. Daniel ran through the alley, into an open area, out of sight of a window or a door. Nobody was there except from himself. Until the leader showed up that is. The leader slowly appeared from a gap in the buildings, a 9mm pistol held against Lindsey's head, while the leader had her by the throat.
"Let. Me. Go!", sobbed Lindsey as she tried to struggle from the grip that the leader had.
"Lindsey!", yelled Daniel, as the leader began to chuckle evily, a sly grin appearing on his face.
"You don't get it, do ya!?", the leader said in his loud, country accent. "You think you have it all, you think you got everything in the world, and because of that, you choose OUR bar over some martini-restaurant crap place like 'Masons' or something. Lemme tell you this, boy. I am never pushed around, and because you're loaded, it doesn't mean a damn
ing thing. I don't forgive and I don't forget. You shoved me around in there, and I don't like that, and I don't like you!"
"Let her go!", yelled Daniel, almost begging for Lindsey's sake.
"You think you got it all? With ya nice car, ya gold strap and ya money? Well now you'll be missing one damn thing, and that is, your love!", the leader laughed, sweat dripping from his bald forehead despite it being cold outdoors.
"Wait!", Daniel said, trying to reconsider something and negotiate.
Too late.
BANG! The bullet fired out of the 9mm Pistol with energy, quickly aiming for her. Time seemed to have slow down, as Daniel saw it anyway. As the rain poured down and dampened his messy, long brown hair, he knew that he couldn't do anything. He blamed himself for this, for some one so sweet to become involved in an intense rivalry was just something he could not live to forget about. Daniel reminded himself of how things built up to this point. The win last Sunday night, beating JJ Hart to retain the FcW Cruiserweight Championship, to having a supposedly innocent drink that ended up being a vicious race to the barsman several times. And of course, the beating that gave him scars for life last week when a bald-headed tough guy beat him within an inch of his somewhat inferior life. These things were what dreams were made of, something that would usually happen on television and in films, for the underdog to survive such a ruthless beating, and on top of that to find the girl of his dreams. But that had turned rotten, and the grins on Daniel's face yesterday quite quickly turned to frowns of a miserable man, longing for something good to happen to him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BANG! The bullet fired out of the 9mm Pistol with energy, quickly aiming for her. Time seemed to have slow down, as Daniel saw it anyway. As the rain poured down and dampened his messy, long brown hair, he knew that he couldn't do anything. He blamed himself for this, for some one so sweet to become involved in an intense rivalry was just something he could not live to forget about. Daniel reminded himself of how things built up to this point. The win last Sunday night, beating JJ Hart to retain the FcW Cruiserweight Championship, to having a supposedly innocent drink that ended up being a vicious race to the barsman several times. And of course, the beating that gave him scars for life last week when a bald-headed tough guy beat him within an inch of his somewhat inferior life. These things were what dreams were made of, something that would usually happen on television and in films, for the underdog to survive such a ruthless beating, and on top of that to find the girl of his dreams. But that had turned rotten, and the grins on Daniel's face yesterday quite quickly turned to frowns of a miserable man, longing for something good to happen to him.
Going back, twenty-four hours, it was what seemed to be another knot in the string of bad things turned good. Daniel had been released from the hospital and had purchased a fancy new suit. And to add a cherry on top, he had the most fantastic girl of his life within his grasp. He rested her inside the back of her Toyota and climbed into the front, then initiating the vehicle and driving her home. He drove around the busy streets of New York City, looking around numerous neighborhoods on the route to Lindsey's culdesac home. He parked up the Toyota on the sidewalk outside of her house and quickly climbed out of the car. He opened the back door and carried Lindsey within his grasp, also holding her sleepy head up rather than having her head bend backwards, dangling on the end. Daniel kicked the gate door open and walked up the lawn, then placing her over his shoulder. Daniel took her house key from the side pocket of her pink robe before opening the door. He rushed through the house, resting her on the beige couch in the living room. Daniel grabbed a mini stool and dragged it across the floor, taking a seat next to the sleepy Lindsey. She leant her head up and opened her mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey. Chill out, relax. Take a nap, it's fine", he said to her, placing his hand gently over her forehead, resting it backdown on the pillow of the couch. "It's time for me to return the favor", he continued, watching over Lindsey with a sweet grin. Lindsey closed her eyes and rolled over, facing the couch and the wall behind it. All Daniel could do was just watch over her and sit and admire her, all at once. It was only early afternoon, but Daniel felt he had to repay the favor, since Lindsey had barely had a nap or a sleep since she found him lying unconscious in a back alley. Time stretched, and Lindsey was still sleeping by nine o'clock. So Daniel decided that since Lindsey was sound asleep, he picked up the remote from the couch's arm, flicking it at the television screen. He turned it over to Turner Network Television, TNT, the former home of World Championship Wrestling. And what did he see? Why, he saw Fearless Championship Wrestling air with its weekly Tri-State area based edition of Sunday Night Sin. He became fascinated with the whole ordeal, and watched every match carefully. This was in fact the first time he had seen this show from a television set since the last time he decided to hang up his boots, a week before New Beginnings, where he would attempt to capture the FcW Extreme Championship. As he reminisced, he chuckled about what he had done,
Time stretched even further, as the night progressed and Daniel would become more attached to FcW's Sunday Night Sin program by each little move, match and segment. But that's when he saw his friend, Tempest on the screen, in which she requested a match against him! Daniel looked a little confused that Tempest had been on a Leave of Absense fro a while, and had out of the clear blue sky, asked for a rematch against her own friend. He looked back swiftly at his new found friend, still asleep. Daniel knew that he would be in a lot of trouble, physically if he was to get back in the ring, especially in this such of pain currently impacting him on the outside and on the inside. He picked up his FcW Cruiserweight Championship from the one-seater couch at his side, and scanned the belt, looking at every little detail on the golden belt, the belt he had held for almost four and a half months combined from his forgettable reign back in June of 2007. He grinned at the belt as it reflected gold back in his face, also having the television screen's colors glare him as the room was lit up in the darkness. He continued to watch the show right through to the end, where he then heard some loud mutters emanating from outside of the house. It sounded like something pretty big. He squeezed through the gap between the couch arm and the side counter, then opening the blinds a tiny bit. That is when he saw something that he almost immediately feared.
A gang of ten or fifteen men in a big gang, hanging around on the road of the culdesac. All of them were dressed in leather sleeveless jackets, with either bandanas on or black hoodies. He saw a man stand before them, a crowbar in hand. Daniel was curious what they were doing here and hwy they were here.
"What the hell?", he muttered under his breath.
"Several days ago, at that bar right over there, I beat up an over the top guy who claimed to be better than us!", the leader chanted at the top of his voice, pointing his plank of wood over at the bar where Daniel had gotten assaulted.
"That guy sucks!", one of the members of the gang shouted, his hands over his mouth.
"Tell me what we do with people who think they're high society!?", questioned the leader of the gang once again.
"We kick their ass!", the others yelled back, chanting 'Kick their ass' over and over again.
"Well, apparently, I didn't beat them up enough, and he's still well and has actually made it past the operating table", the leader spoke once again, the others booing. "So what we need to do is band together and track this Mr. Al That Jazz down, and make sure he DOESN'T make it past the operating table, and if we fail to succeed that time, what do we do!?", the leader announced, "We try again, until he can not stand without snapping an ankle, or beat him to death!"
Right then, Daniel knew what was going on, by the movement of the leader and his 2x4 wood plank. They were trying to hunt him down, but for what reason, he wondered. Daniel looked closely at the leader and imagined him with no black and white bandana on, and that very person was the biker who could of cost him his life half a week ago! Daniel let go of the blinds and squeezed back through the gap between the counter and the couch arm. He slowly yet quickly walked over to Lindsey and knelt down beside her.
"Sweetie?", he whispered in Lindsey's ear in a gentle voice.
"What?" she replied shaking her head and sitting up. Daniel had a worried look on his face, Lindsey was confused by it. "What's with that look?"
"You know when you found me lying in the alley across the culdesac?"
"Yeah, and now you're fine, be happy".
"No, it's not that. The guy who attacked me has got a large gang outside, and they're trying to hunt me down", he said, still worried.
"Sweetie, it doesn't matter. If they never see you again then it's fine because they'll forget your face", Lindsey replied, whiping some sleep out of her right eye. Well she thought he'd never seen them again. At that moment, there was a big bang at the door, and it continued to make that loud noise. Eventually, the glass part of the door gave in, shattering and falling onto the floor in many shards. A big, muscled arm put its hand through the now broken glass part of the door and opened the door using the handle from inside. There walked a big man, wearing leather, whiping his boots on the broken shards of glass below his feet. He walked to outside the living room door before kicking the door open, leaving a big dint in the wooden maroon door. Lindsey stood in the room, looking a little stunned.
"Oh, uh, sorry ma'am. I thought there was somebody else here. Thankyou for your time", he said, but when he turned his back, Daniel came from behind, nailing him with the wooden stool he was previously seated on. The stool legs broke off over the back of the man's head as Daniel threw the stool down on the floor and grabbed Lindsey's hand, escaping out of the back door. The unconscious muscle man fell onto the paving outside of the house, in sight of the gang.
"Spike? What happened!?", asked the suddenly concerned leader.
"He was there", Spike groaned, breathing heavily.
"Alright. Guys, spread out, and look for this rat. I want him right here, right now. And I know he's going to try and run away like the yellow-belly coward he is", the leader yelled to the gang behind them. He gave them a death stare when they remained standing nearby, then scurrying along trying to find where Daniel was.
Lindsey and Daniel ran through several back yards before seeking by the side of a silent house, checking the culdesac. Empty. That was their chance to run across the street, past the bar and try and run for the New York Police Department. They ran across the road, but when they reached the sidewalk nearing the bar, out came one of those gang members. Dressed in black, wearing a cowboy hat this man gave them a death stare from in between his brown goatee.
"You!", he yelled. The man powerwalked towards Daniel as Lindsey tried to hide behind Daniel. He put his gigantic fists up into the air as did Daniel, and simply put, the man gave him several lefts and rights. But then, Daniel ducked one of his southpaws and slapped him across the face, then kicking him in the nuts and diving on his back with both knees, planting the man in the ground, his black cowboy hat falling off of his head at long last.
"Let's go!", yelled a concerned Lindsey as Daniel took her by the hand and continued rushing, in an attempt to get a hold of the NYPD. Daniel could hear the sirens, but he couldn't manage to see the police vehicles. Daniel and Lindsey ran across another road, getting stuck at a busy, busy highway. Daniel and Lindsey looked at the many cars in front of them before finding a gap between two cars and rushing into an island in the centre of the road. One of the gang members ran from the opposite side of the road into the island as well, as soon as he saw Daniel with Lindsey.
"Look what I found", the man chuckled in his deep voice, black hair covering his right eye, he cracked his knuckles as Daniel and Lindsey had nowhere to go. Lindsey stood in the corner of the island, in front of a metal bar. The man tried to punce at Daniel, but he dodged it and the gang member smacked his jaw on the metal bar. Daniel took a page out of his wrestling career and connecting with a drop toe hold, sending him head first into the road. That's when a rebellious car then ran his head over, instantly killing him.
"What a bad way to go, huh", Daniel said, flinching. Lindsey simply nodded as the two continued their journey. They continued moving, rushing through the city in search of the police to try and stop bikers from jumping them, but there was no police members in sight. They finally was nearly at the NYPD headquarters, but they had to cross one last road in order to reach the headquarters. They managed to cross the road, but all of a sudden, the ring leader found them. The leader gave Daniel a thunderous uppercut, sending him to the floor as the leader grabbed the defenseless Lindsey by the hair and dragged her into the side alley. Daniel got up after sveeral dazed moments, groggy and all, he kept going. Daniel forgot about the police department, he just wanted Lindsey back now. Daniel ran through the alley, into an open area, out of sight of a window or a door. Nobody was there except from himself. Until the leader showed up that is. The leader slowly appeared from a gap in the buildings, a 9mm pistol held against Lindsey's head, while the leader had her by the throat.
"Let. Me. Go!", sobbed Lindsey as she tried to struggle from the grip that the leader had.
"Lindsey!", yelled Daniel, as the leader began to chuckle evily, a sly grin appearing on his face.
"You don't get it, do ya!?", the leader said in his loud, country accent. "You think you have it all, you think you got everything in the world, and because of that, you choose OUR bar over some martini-restaurant crap place like 'Masons' or something. Lemme tell you this, boy. I am never pushed around, and because you're loaded, it doesn't mean a damn
ing thing. I don't forgive and I don't forget. You shoved me around in there, and I don't like that, and I don't like you!""Let her go!", yelled Daniel, almost begging for Lindsey's sake.
"You think you got it all? With ya nice car, ya gold strap and ya money? Well now you'll be missing one damn thing, and that is, your love!", the leader laughed, sweat dripping from his bald forehead despite it being cold outdoors.
"Wait!", Daniel said, trying to reconsider something and negotiate.
Too late.
BANG! The bullet fired out of the 9mm Pistol with energy, quickly aiming for her. Time seemed to have slow down, as Daniel saw it anyway. As the rain poured down and dampened his messy, long brown hair, he knew that he couldn't do anything. He blamed himself for this, for some one so sweet to become involved in an intense rivalry was just something he could not live to forget about. Daniel reminded himself of how things built up to this point. The win last Sunday night, beating JJ Hart to retain the FcW Cruiserweight Championship, to having a supposedly innocent drink that ended up being a vicious race to the barsman several times. And of course, the beating that gave him scars for life last week when a bald-headed tough guy beat him within an inch of his somewhat inferior life. These things were what dreams were made of, something that would usually happen on television and in films, for the underdog to survive such a ruthless beating, and on top of that to find the girl of his dreams. But that had turned rotten, and the grins on Daniel's face yesterday quite quickly turned to frowns of a miserable man, longing for something good to happen to him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
