Post by bad guy™ on Nov 29, 2010 0:30:52 GMT -5
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“It's cold out.”
“I told you to wear a coat and not just one of your silly hooded sweatshirts you seem so fond of.”
“Hoodies, Dave. They're called hoodies.”
Shawn Malakai is just now arriving to the arena. As part of their deal, Shawn agreed to bring David along on this trip and decided it would be best to show him around this weeks arena. Let him see the inner workings of this business. Downside? It's cold as f*ck, so they can't even see the outside of the arena. Bummer.
The two men walk in the unlocked side door and sign in with the roadie. They make their way to the locker room.
“Well...this is the locker room. Nothing special really.”
Both men enter and Malakai flips the switch. It appears no one has arrived yet seeing as there are no bags around.
All alone. Good. I can show him around with little interruption.
Malakai sets his bag down and sits down on the bench, David parking himself next to him. Silence fills the air. David begins to drum on his knees lightly, growing impatient.
“Jeez, you're like a little kid in a candy store wanting to see everything. You sure you can walk it all?”
“I think I'll be able too. I just have my hopes up today. I feel like good things are going to happen for the both of us today. Well, mainly for me, because I get to see all of this in action.”
“Nice to see you have such confidence in my ability, David.”
“I'm just yanking your chain, Shawn. Now how about it? Do I get to see the arena before you go on tonight? Or are you going to just leave me back here all alone and break your promise?”
There's just something about old people and the guilt trips they can inflict...
“Come on. Let's go.”
The two men stand up and walk to the door.
Malakai gives David the grand tour. The tech department had only guy in there, and he gave David a general rundown of everything. Not that David understood any of that technical mumbo-jumbo, but hey. He nodded and looked appreciative. Next was the private locker room section. Couldn't go inside, but he figured he could show David what he strived for in this business. His own locker room. They come across one in particular that catches David's eye.
“Jason Ja-do-a.”
“It's Shadow.”
“What?”
“Jadoa. It's said Shadow.”
“What kind of a tool pronounces Ja-do-a Shadow?”
“You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, David. You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
“Well, it's like...like you said. He's a bit of a tool. Doesn't really matter anyways, he won't be here for long. He has a tendency to disappear at incredibly inopportune moments.”
The men get to a curtain. Malakai looks back at David.
“And the best part...”
Malakai pulls the curtain to the side and walks through it with the old man. David is in total awe, his jaw on the floor. Malakai smiles at the sight.
“You never realize how big and amazing this sight is until you experience it yourself. It's a sight unlike any other. Then when you throw the tens of thousands of fans screaming your name...”
“I'm getting goosebumps.”
“I know the feeling.”
The two men walk down the ramp and Malakai helps David up the stairs and into the ring. Malakai himself gets in too and stands next to the old man. Malakai runs the ropes and throws himself to the mat a couple of times, showing off for David.
“This is my home. My real home.”
“I can see that. Your eyes. When you came out here, they lit up like sparklers on the fourth of July.”
Malakai looks down, embarrassed.
“I'm just glad you got to come here with me and share in this moment. I know this won't really change your view on the business...but hey. You got to see what I see on a daily basis.”
The men talk for a while when David's stomach begins to growl.
“Hungry?” asks Malakai.
“Yep.”
“Alright. There's a table in the back. Let's get you some grub.”
Malakai helps David out of the ring and helps him to the back. Malakai sees the restroom door, which he is desperate to make a break for.
“David...”
“Go. Just tell me where the food is.”
“Around the corner.”
And with that, Malakai makes a dash for the restroom.
Barely made it. Phew.
While pissing, Malakai begins to think. This is the only alone time he's had today, so might as well.
Braden Munroe, round three. Jason Jadoa, round one. Trace Demon as my partner. Both teams have a former WFWF Champion and someone who's gotten close more than once. Pretty even match up on paper. My only worry is forgetting about Jadoa. My mind has been fixated on Munroe for how long, and Demon surely wants revenge on Munroe also...that leaves Jadoa free to do as he pleases in the ring. I...we...can't afford to take him lightly either. Demon barely got passed him last week, and I've never stepped foot into the ring with him.
The thing I know about Jadoa is, he lives on God's word, just like me. But unlike me, he manipulates God's word to make himself look better to everyone else. Sadly, it's bought into. I guess I now have my motivation to not forget about him. I can't let him mock His word any longer!
One good thing about Jadoa though is, after this match, I won't have to worry about him ever again most likely. Much like a shadow, Jadoa disappears every time things get dark. He's never around for too long before he ups and leaves. I sense his hourglass is nearing its final grain of cand, and that makes me happier than anyone could believe.
Then there's Braden. Easily the more talented of the two, even if he's never won the WFWF Championship. But honestly, I'm better than him. I know it. Both times I have lost, it's been due to Tabitha. The beautiful vixen of his, who is mighty beautiful, has always caught my eye and distracted me. That's his secret tool, and he knows it. He can't win without her.
Also, his whole purpose in the WFWF has been to destroy it from the inside out, and I take issue with that. It's my goal to return it to its former glory, while he wants to tear it down and claim he was the one who did so. Him, ZMaster, Jadoa, Evans, Vanessa...they're all the same. They're all incredibly selfish and are willing to destroy everything to get their way, whereas I do things on the straight and narrow. I take issue with that, and it's about time I show Jadoa, and Munroe especially that I will not stand for them trying to tear the WFWF apart like this.
Upon pissing his opinions of his opponents away and exiting the bathroom, Malakai rounds the corner to find David talking with a short, short haired blond character. That man has on a trademark leather jacket and a very unusual sounding voice. Malakai charges the table and throws himself in the middle of the man and David.
“What in the hell is going on here?”
Braden Munroe turns to face Shawn Malakai with a devilish grin on his face, his mouth stuffed with food. At least it wasn't something else.
“Well well well...if it isn't the Not So High Horror! You better have washed your hands...I don't want your pee germs on my toficken.”
“Fu*k your toficken bullsh*t,” says Malakai. He turns to David. “Why are you talking to this guy?”
“He seemed like a very welcoming person. What's so wrong with him?”
“Dude...that's Braden Munroe. He's a vegan. He's f*cking insane.”
Apparently annoyed, Braden speaks up, “I'm still here, Mr. Scrambled Eggs For Brains.”
Malakai turns around and takes Braden's other uneaten sandwich and takes a huge bite, clearly pissing off Braden. The intense bitterness of the sandwich causes Malakai to spit out the bite onto the floor, barely missing Munroe's shoes in the process.
“Ack. This stuff's nasty.”
“You take that back...or else.”
“Or else what? You're going to try to beat my head in again like a couple of weeks ago? You know you can't beat me one on one like that, you have to have that title stealing bitch with you to get someone. Where is she, anyways?”
I hate that I had to call her that, but I can't imagine the fireworks if he knew...
“Who? You mean Thunder?”
Malakai, infuriated at the insult to Thunder, opens his mouth, “No. Tabitha.”
Braden narrows his eyes, staring at Malakai intently. He speaks, “If I were Sissy Spacek in the movie Carrie, I would use my telekinesis to kill you!”
“Sounds like someone hit a nerve,” pipes up David from behind Malakai.
“Shut up, Sag Nasty!” shouts Braden, staring down David. Malakai raises his arm, having just about enough but David rests a frail hand on Malakai's elbow and places himself gingerly in between the two men. He half smiles at Braden, “I thought I recognized you after all. You're the man, you and you're girlfriend, who attacked Shawn a few weeks back, no?”
“Oh great. Shawn, your friend has Old Timers. Jesus man, we just mentioned that like...five minutes ago.
...and she's not my girlfriend.”
Almost on cue, a door opens and closes, Tabitha Owens approaching.
Greeeeeaaaaaaaat. Something to take my attention off of jackass over there...
With apparent radar vision, Tabitha charges through the men towards the food table and grabs a salad. She puts the fork to her mouth when she looks up to see the men standing there.
"Oh, I hardly noticed that you all were here. I've just had my head full of idea's now that I'm a role model to people everywhere. I might even get put in the WFWF Hall of Fame. Could you imagine? Tabitha Owens: THE only undefeated athlete in WFWF History. They'd erect statues of me in each arena...."
Erect. Tabitha. Ugh. I'm not sure if I want to strangle her or ask her for her number. Why is it that I always crush on the biggest bitches? And she's a vegan. Sh*t.
“Uhm, Tabs...we were kind of in the middle of something...”
“Oh.”
How dare he cut her off? Ugh.
Tabitha gives a little laugh, “You and Horror are facing each other...again, right?” she asks, turning to Braden now. “Well, would you mind if I didn't come out to the ring with you tonight? I don't want your lack-of-winning to spread onto me and something tells me you just might not be walking out victorious tonight.”
Wait...she thinks Braden's gonna lose? Or better yet, that I'm going to win? YES!!!!!!!!! About damn time someone has faith in me. Yeah...sure, that's why I'm happy...
Tabitha walks away, to the dismay of Malakai and the apparent excitement of Munroe, who stares down a currently pre-occupied Malakai.
“You know she's wrong. I've already beaten you like...three trillion times. So this is just...what do you call it? A nice little squash match before the WFWF gives me an actual opponent. Hell, The Not So High Horror, even my action figure could beat you. And your partner tonight? Didn't I almost kill him once? Ha! What were you even thinking agreeing to be in this match?”
MAIN EVENT OMGOODNESS! BOOK ME AGAINST WHOEVER, MAIN EVENTZ~!!!~!!~~~!
...yeah
“I was thinking you have the true short end of the stick this time. At least my partner is capable of beating top level guys when they are put in front of him and not just flop two matches into his return. Plus, it would appear that you don't have the beautiful Tabitha in your corner tonight. You're at the most vulnerable you have been in a very long time, and I plan to take full advantage of that tonight and showing the world that the man they've come to love week in and week out is truly the monster they never imagined he could be.”
Malakai notices Braden pulling his hand out of his pocket. In one quick motion, Braden's studded glove is on his hand. Malakai takes a swing at Braden who ducks and attempts a backfist with the glove. Malakai catches Braden's arm and partially chicken wings it and stares down at Braden, the two in a stalemate.
“Save it for the ring, Braden. God knows you're going to need all the strength you can get in there, and tragically suffering a broken limb before the match would be unfortunate for you and your team.”
Braden smirks and breaks the hold and slides the glove off, swinging it back and forth like an owner would do to tease a dog.
Ass. Wait till he gets what's coming to him tonight.
“You'll get yours, Braden. You'll get yours tonight.”
“We'll see,” says Braden. And with that, he begins to walk off, but then charges back for the last toficken sandwich. “Mine.”
He leaves.
“...what was all that about?” asks David.
“He's a loon. But he's dangerous. Luckily, I get my chance to take care of said loon tonight and put him away for good.”
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