Post by Jason Tacker on Aug 7, 2010 20:02:02 GMT -5
Monday July 26th, 2010
John is sitting on his couch in his San Diego apartment, he has his arm around Sierra's shoulder who is cuddled up next to him. Two wine glasses are on an oak coffee table, both about half full with red wine, as well as a pair of dirty plates with the remnants of what could be assumed to be some sort of pasta. The credits are rolling across a flat screen TV that is bolted to the wall for the movie “Titanic”. Sierra's gaze moves from the screen up to John's face, and well isn't too surprised to see that his eyes have are seemingly wired shut at this point. As she rolls her eyes in an annoyed sort of manor her hand moves towards a mouse that is sitting off to the side of the coffee table. As she rolls the mouse across the table the view of the television screen changes to a desktop look, with a picture of the both of them posing for a picture back when LWF was around. She navigates the mouse over a Mozilla Firefox icon title “GIW” and double clicks. Moments later the live stream for the In Your Hands PPV pops onto the screen, and almost as soon as the pyros go off John's eyes perk wide open as he stretches for a moment letting go of Sierra's shoulder. This prompts a giggle from Sierra as Vinegar and Liberjosch welcomes the folks at home to the show.
Sierra: ”Well, that certainly got your attention now didn't it?”
John places his arm around her shoulder again with a smile.
John: ”What are you talking about? I've been glued to my seat the entire time.”
Sierra: ”Sure, that's why I could hear you snoring when the boat got hit by the iceberg.”
John just shoots her a grin, followed by exhaling some hot air as the opening contest is introduced.
John: ”Man, I should be out there tonight going at with one of those two guys. Damn British.”
Sierra shoots him a quick glare before giving him a somewhat snide remark.
Sierra: ”So, you would rather be out there then being here with me?”
John: ”No I didn't say that, I just don't want to be known as the guy who couldn't hold his own. I want to be the guy that goes out there and goes to town on the other guy. Ya know?”
Sierra just nods her head before laying it on John's chest as the match starts up between Lopes and Cockatoo. John's eyes are seemingly glued to the screen as he watches the two of them go at it, almost like he is caught in a trance. As the second Fall From Ularu connects on Lopes, a smile cross John's face as he knows how this one is going to end as he calls it just as the three count falls.
John: ”And challenger numero uno is mister Paul Cockatoo, and here I thought Lopes would've put up more of a fight.”
Sierra: ”So wait, you wanted Lopes to come out on top that time around ?”
John shakes his head from left to right.
John: ”Personally, I didn't really care who came out on top it just would've been nice to mix things up with Lopes as I don't recall he and I ever tangoing back in the day.”
Sierra: ”Yeah, but this has been a whole new opportunity to go at it with different people. And really who have you really mixed it up with that you haven't beforehand?”
John: ”Yeah, you got a point there doll. But the problem with that is that it just seems to me that I haven't had an opportunity to really go outside and do something different.”
Sierra looks over at John with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she takes the bait.
Sierra: ”Like what?”
John: ”I don't know, it just seems that I have been treading in the same division my entire career or something like that.”
And as abruptly as the conversation moved to there it abruptly ends there as the two of them sit in silence as the night goes on. The silence between the two is broken though as the second Number One Contenders Match is announced. A smile crosses John's face as he can't help but utter.
John: ”For some reason I'm hoping Kiseragi goes over Pierce tonight.”
Sierra: ”Any particular reason why?”
John: ”Well, when Kiseragi and I went toe to toe last month that was a pretty hell of a match, and one that I wouldn't mind revisiting sometime soon.”
Sierra: ”But why not Pierce? I thought you two worked together pretty well.”
John: ”We do, but like you said earlier this is has been an opportunity to go at it with other people. And Pierce and I are pretty much old news.”
Sierra just shrugs her shoulders, not looking to dabble into John's reasoning as the match gets started. As Pierce is getting the early advantage John has found himself yelling at the television for Kiseragi to pick it up. John's reaction keeps on swaying back and forth almost as frantically as the action itself, until it is finally all said and done with as Pierce wins with the roll up. John slumps back in his seat with a mixed look of someone who is disappointed and someone who was pleased with what he saw. Sierra is looking at him with a confused look on her face as she moves her hand up and down in front of his face.
Sierra: ”Anyone home in there?”
John just smiles as he chuckles to himself.
John: ”Well, that was exciting.”
Sierra still has that confused look on her face as John starts to pick the dishes up off of the table, and takes them to the sink. She turns to look at him while he is doing the dishes and has her curiosity quip up again.
Sierra: ”That's all you have to say?”
John turns down the sound of the water so that he can answer her.
John: ”What do you mean? It was an exciting match and it looks like they wanted Pierce to go over.”
Sierra rolls her eyes for a moment as her gaze moves back to the television.
Sierra: ”John, your caviler attitude never ceases to amaze me.”
John just simply smiles as he finishes the dishes up.
Wednesday July 28th, 2010
John: ”Come on Kyle, don't be a pussy and step on in here.”
John and Kyle are inside what looks like an empty warehouse with a makeshift looking steel cage ring set up in the middle. John is already inside of the ring waiting for Tacker to join him. Tacker has his arms folded across his chest at the entrance to the cage.
Tacker: ”Pussy? Who the hell are you calling a pussy?”
John has a cocky smile across his face as he jabs at the air.
John: ”Well, seeing as how you are the only other son of a bitch in the building, I would say that it would be you.”
Kyle finally takes out a pair of fingerless gloves from his back pocket and places them on his hands as John's smile widens. Tacker then steps inside of the makeshift cage, as the two of them begin to circle one another.
Tacker: ”Rules?”
John laughs for a moment as they stop circling to stand no more then six feet from one another.
John: ”What are the rules for Monday night?”
Tacker: ”Well since everyone else pretty much got chicken shit scared on out it is just you and Rod. So it is standard knock out of submission, otherwise anything goes.”
John grins widely as he charges in on Tacker.
John: ”Well, then there you have it.”
Tacker is almost taken off guard as he backpedals to avoid a quick left jab. He then pivots on his foot and goes for a quick counter throwing in a pair of quick jabs, one of them connecting with John's forearm. John takes a step back and grins before pushing Kyle back on defense coming at him again with a charging right hand. Once again though Kyle is able to get out of the way and land one on John's forearm. John stands in the center of the of ring with his arms at his sides while Tacker is in a defensive stance.
John: ”Come on man, come at me full speed!”
Kyle shrugs his shoulders before finally coming in on John charging in with a flurry of left hands. John wasn't ready for the speed in which Kyle came in on him as he finds himself reeling and trying to block as many of the blows as he could. Yet a decent chunk of them make it through his defense and connect with his gut. Kyle backs off for a moment to give John a chance to recover, but John doesn't take it as he charges in on Tacker this time landing a flurry of his own. The two of them smile at one another before trading a couple more blows between the two and then calling it. They exit the ring and each have a seat on a pair of steel chairs outside of the cage with a cooler nearby. Kyle opens the cooler and hands John a MGD before taking one out for himself. They twist the caps off almost in unison before clanging the glasses against one another and taking a sip.
Tacker: ”You sure you want to do this man?”
John chuckles for a moment before taking another sip of his beer.
John: ”You know me man, I do what I say and say what I mean. Why? You worried about me or something?”
Tacker: ”Like hell I'm worried about your well being, I'm worried about your career. You already got those two strikes on you, and this is bound to get you your third one. Probably looking at losing the belt on Synergy.”
John lets another chuckle escape his mouth before taking another swig.
John: ”I doubt it.”
Kyle looks over at John perplexed like for a moment.
Tacker: ”Okay, I'll bite on this one. What makes you so sure that you are untouchable when they have Enigma, Tyvola, and the like to replace your ass.”
John: ”Call it a gut feeling, call it arrogance, call it whatever you want. But I can say with all honesty that I doubt I'm losing my spot as a top guy.”
Tacker: ”Man, I hope your right.”
They each take a swig of their beers before John raises his in the air for a moment, and Tacker follows suit.
John: ”Here's to me getting my spot back in Rod's Gym come Monday.”
They clang glasses together before finishing off their beers.
August 2nd, 2010
Sierra is frantically searching rushing through the doors of the Scrips Emergency Room. She walks up to the charge nurse and speaks in a demanding tone.
Sierra: ”Where is he?!”
Charge Nurse: Ma'am you need to calm down and tell me who you are looking for.
Sierra takes a deep breathe for a moment before speaking in a cooler tone.
Sierra: ”John, John Russo. I was called and told that he was brought here.”
The nurse looks through her charts for a moment before finding his name.
Charge Nurse: He is in bed number three.
Sierra thanks her before making haste towards the bed. When she arrives her worried looks turn towards more so of a look of anger at what she sees. She sees John in his fighting gear, handcuffed to the hospital bed, receiving stitches above his left eye. As the doctor finishes stitching John up Sierra walks over, only to be stopped by a police officer.
Officer: Hold it there miss, I can't let you pass.
Sierra: ”What?!”
Officer: Sorry, but as soon as the doc is done stitching him up I'm suppose to take him to holding for at least the night.
Sierra looks like she is about to cry as she pleads with the officer to speak with John.
Sierra: ”Officer, please just let me speak with him for a few moments. I got a call from his friend that said that he had been seriously hurt and had me all worried. Please, just let me talk to him for a moment.”
The officer sighed for a moment as he stepped aside letting Sierra pass. She didn't thank the officer as she walked over to John, and gave him a hug at first followed by a slap across the face loud enough for the officer to hear but not jump to do anything about it.
Sierra: ”What the hell is the matter with you!?”
Before John can even start to try and defend himself she seemingly cuts him off and keeps on going.
Sierra: ”You told me you weren't involved in any sort of underground fight! I took your word for it! Why John?! Why the hell did you do this?!”
John sighed for a moment almost at a lost for words. When he finally found the right words he let them ride.
John: ”The reason I did this was because I... I needed to prove something to myself.”
Sierra: ”PROVE SOMETHING TO YOURSELF?! WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU HAVE TO PROVE TO YOURSELF?!”
John: ”THAT I AM STILL MYSELF! THAT IS WHY I DID THOSE FIGHTS ALL THOSE MONTHS AGO!”
Sierra slumps down by his bed for a moment with a tear stringing down her cheek.
Sierra: ”You shouldn't have to do that. You have everything that anyone could possibly ever want. Fans from all over the world. I can't believe I'm going to say this, a good friend in Kyle. And you got me, something that you should show you that you are and always will be who you are.”
John's head lowers slightly in shame for what he has done. Sierra slowly walks away from the bed, stopping at the door to ask John one more question.
Sierra: ”How's the other guy?”
John's head perks up as the officer unhooks him and gets ready to haul him off to his squad car. And with a smile John tells Sierra.
John: ”Worse.”
She looks up at John smiling as the officer hauls him past her. As she leaves the ER she is talking on her cell phone.
Sierra: ”Hello.... Yes, how quickly can I get a bail bond set up?.... I just need to make sure that he is out as soon as possible.... Alright, thank you.
She hangs the phone up sighing as she heads back to the apartment to get some sleep.
Hours Later
John is led out of the police station to Sierra waiting by her car. They exchange smiles before embracing, as John whispers in her ear.
John: "I promise never to do any of this again."
She looks up at him and plants a kiss on his cheek.
Sierra: "Good, because now you got to worry about what the consortium does to you."
John just smiles as they both get in the car.
John: "Like I told Tacker, let them do what they want. I dare them to."
John is sitting on his couch in his San Diego apartment, he has his arm around Sierra's shoulder who is cuddled up next to him. Two wine glasses are on an oak coffee table, both about half full with red wine, as well as a pair of dirty plates with the remnants of what could be assumed to be some sort of pasta. The credits are rolling across a flat screen TV that is bolted to the wall for the movie “Titanic”. Sierra's gaze moves from the screen up to John's face, and well isn't too surprised to see that his eyes have are seemingly wired shut at this point. As she rolls her eyes in an annoyed sort of manor her hand moves towards a mouse that is sitting off to the side of the coffee table. As she rolls the mouse across the table the view of the television screen changes to a desktop look, with a picture of the both of them posing for a picture back when LWF was around. She navigates the mouse over a Mozilla Firefox icon title “GIW” and double clicks. Moments later the live stream for the In Your Hands PPV pops onto the screen, and almost as soon as the pyros go off John's eyes perk wide open as he stretches for a moment letting go of Sierra's shoulder. This prompts a giggle from Sierra as Vinegar and Liberjosch welcomes the folks at home to the show.
Sierra: ”Well, that certainly got your attention now didn't it?”
John places his arm around her shoulder again with a smile.
John: ”What are you talking about? I've been glued to my seat the entire time.”
Sierra: ”Sure, that's why I could hear you snoring when the boat got hit by the iceberg.”
John just shoots her a grin, followed by exhaling some hot air as the opening contest is introduced.
John: ”Man, I should be out there tonight going at with one of those two guys. Damn British.”
Sierra shoots him a quick glare before giving him a somewhat snide remark.
Sierra: ”So, you would rather be out there then being here with me?”
John: ”No I didn't say that, I just don't want to be known as the guy who couldn't hold his own. I want to be the guy that goes out there and goes to town on the other guy. Ya know?”
Sierra just nods her head before laying it on John's chest as the match starts up between Lopes and Cockatoo. John's eyes are seemingly glued to the screen as he watches the two of them go at it, almost like he is caught in a trance. As the second Fall From Ularu connects on Lopes, a smile cross John's face as he knows how this one is going to end as he calls it just as the three count falls.
John: ”And challenger numero uno is mister Paul Cockatoo, and here I thought Lopes would've put up more of a fight.”
Sierra: ”So wait, you wanted Lopes to come out on top that time around ?”
John shakes his head from left to right.
John: ”Personally, I didn't really care who came out on top it just would've been nice to mix things up with Lopes as I don't recall he and I ever tangoing back in the day.”
Sierra: ”Yeah, but this has been a whole new opportunity to go at it with different people. And really who have you really mixed it up with that you haven't beforehand?”
John: ”Yeah, you got a point there doll. But the problem with that is that it just seems to me that I haven't had an opportunity to really go outside and do something different.”
Sierra looks over at John with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she takes the bait.
Sierra: ”Like what?”
John: ”I don't know, it just seems that I have been treading in the same division my entire career or something like that.”
And as abruptly as the conversation moved to there it abruptly ends there as the two of them sit in silence as the night goes on. The silence between the two is broken though as the second Number One Contenders Match is announced. A smile crosses John's face as he can't help but utter.
John: ”For some reason I'm hoping Kiseragi goes over Pierce tonight.”
Sierra: ”Any particular reason why?”
John: ”Well, when Kiseragi and I went toe to toe last month that was a pretty hell of a match, and one that I wouldn't mind revisiting sometime soon.”
Sierra: ”But why not Pierce? I thought you two worked together pretty well.”
John: ”We do, but like you said earlier this is has been an opportunity to go at it with other people. And Pierce and I are pretty much old news.”
Sierra just shrugs her shoulders, not looking to dabble into John's reasoning as the match gets started. As Pierce is getting the early advantage John has found himself yelling at the television for Kiseragi to pick it up. John's reaction keeps on swaying back and forth almost as frantically as the action itself, until it is finally all said and done with as Pierce wins with the roll up. John slumps back in his seat with a mixed look of someone who is disappointed and someone who was pleased with what he saw. Sierra is looking at him with a confused look on her face as she moves her hand up and down in front of his face.
Sierra: ”Anyone home in there?”
John just smiles as he chuckles to himself.
John: ”Well, that was exciting.”
Sierra still has that confused look on her face as John starts to pick the dishes up off of the table, and takes them to the sink. She turns to look at him while he is doing the dishes and has her curiosity quip up again.
Sierra: ”That's all you have to say?”
John turns down the sound of the water so that he can answer her.
John: ”What do you mean? It was an exciting match and it looks like they wanted Pierce to go over.”
Sierra rolls her eyes for a moment as her gaze moves back to the television.
Sierra: ”John, your caviler attitude never ceases to amaze me.”
John just simply smiles as he finishes the dishes up.
Wednesday July 28th, 2010
John: ”Come on Kyle, don't be a pussy and step on in here.”
John and Kyle are inside what looks like an empty warehouse with a makeshift looking steel cage ring set up in the middle. John is already inside of the ring waiting for Tacker to join him. Tacker has his arms folded across his chest at the entrance to the cage.
Tacker: ”Pussy? Who the hell are you calling a pussy?”
John has a cocky smile across his face as he jabs at the air.
John: ”Well, seeing as how you are the only other son of a bitch in the building, I would say that it would be you.”
Kyle finally takes out a pair of fingerless gloves from his back pocket and places them on his hands as John's smile widens. Tacker then steps inside of the makeshift cage, as the two of them begin to circle one another.
Tacker: ”Rules?”
John laughs for a moment as they stop circling to stand no more then six feet from one another.
John: ”What are the rules for Monday night?”
Tacker: ”Well since everyone else pretty much got chicken shit scared on out it is just you and Rod. So it is standard knock out of submission, otherwise anything goes.”
John grins widely as he charges in on Tacker.
John: ”Well, then there you have it.”
Tacker is almost taken off guard as he backpedals to avoid a quick left jab. He then pivots on his foot and goes for a quick counter throwing in a pair of quick jabs, one of them connecting with John's forearm. John takes a step back and grins before pushing Kyle back on defense coming at him again with a charging right hand. Once again though Kyle is able to get out of the way and land one on John's forearm. John stands in the center of the of ring with his arms at his sides while Tacker is in a defensive stance.
John: ”Come on man, come at me full speed!”
Kyle shrugs his shoulders before finally coming in on John charging in with a flurry of left hands. John wasn't ready for the speed in which Kyle came in on him as he finds himself reeling and trying to block as many of the blows as he could. Yet a decent chunk of them make it through his defense and connect with his gut. Kyle backs off for a moment to give John a chance to recover, but John doesn't take it as he charges in on Tacker this time landing a flurry of his own. The two of them smile at one another before trading a couple more blows between the two and then calling it. They exit the ring and each have a seat on a pair of steel chairs outside of the cage with a cooler nearby. Kyle opens the cooler and hands John a MGD before taking one out for himself. They twist the caps off almost in unison before clanging the glasses against one another and taking a sip.
Tacker: ”You sure you want to do this man?”
John chuckles for a moment before taking another sip of his beer.
John: ”You know me man, I do what I say and say what I mean. Why? You worried about me or something?”
Tacker: ”Like hell I'm worried about your well being, I'm worried about your career. You already got those two strikes on you, and this is bound to get you your third one. Probably looking at losing the belt on Synergy.”
John lets another chuckle escape his mouth before taking another swig.
John: ”I doubt it.”
Kyle looks over at John perplexed like for a moment.
Tacker: ”Okay, I'll bite on this one. What makes you so sure that you are untouchable when they have Enigma, Tyvola, and the like to replace your ass.”
John: ”Call it a gut feeling, call it arrogance, call it whatever you want. But I can say with all honesty that I doubt I'm losing my spot as a top guy.”
Tacker: ”Man, I hope your right.”
They each take a swig of their beers before John raises his in the air for a moment, and Tacker follows suit.
John: ”Here's to me getting my spot back in Rod's Gym come Monday.”
They clang glasses together before finishing off their beers.
August 2nd, 2010
Sierra is frantically searching rushing through the doors of the Scrips Emergency Room. She walks up to the charge nurse and speaks in a demanding tone.
Sierra: ”Where is he?!”
Charge Nurse: Ma'am you need to calm down and tell me who you are looking for.
Sierra takes a deep breathe for a moment before speaking in a cooler tone.
Sierra: ”John, John Russo. I was called and told that he was brought here.”
The nurse looks through her charts for a moment before finding his name.
Charge Nurse: He is in bed number three.
Sierra thanks her before making haste towards the bed. When she arrives her worried looks turn towards more so of a look of anger at what she sees. She sees John in his fighting gear, handcuffed to the hospital bed, receiving stitches above his left eye. As the doctor finishes stitching John up Sierra walks over, only to be stopped by a police officer.
Officer: Hold it there miss, I can't let you pass.
Sierra: ”What?!”
Officer: Sorry, but as soon as the doc is done stitching him up I'm suppose to take him to holding for at least the night.
Sierra looks like she is about to cry as she pleads with the officer to speak with John.
Sierra: ”Officer, please just let me speak with him for a few moments. I got a call from his friend that said that he had been seriously hurt and had me all worried. Please, just let me talk to him for a moment.”
The officer sighed for a moment as he stepped aside letting Sierra pass. She didn't thank the officer as she walked over to John, and gave him a hug at first followed by a slap across the face loud enough for the officer to hear but not jump to do anything about it.
Sierra: ”What the hell is the matter with you!?”
Before John can even start to try and defend himself she seemingly cuts him off and keeps on going.
Sierra: ”You told me you weren't involved in any sort of underground fight! I took your word for it! Why John?! Why the hell did you do this?!”
John sighed for a moment almost at a lost for words. When he finally found the right words he let them ride.
John: ”The reason I did this was because I... I needed to prove something to myself.”
Sierra: ”PROVE SOMETHING TO YOURSELF?! WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU HAVE TO PROVE TO YOURSELF?!”
John: ”THAT I AM STILL MYSELF! THAT IS WHY I DID THOSE FIGHTS ALL THOSE MONTHS AGO!”
Sierra slumps down by his bed for a moment with a tear stringing down her cheek.
Sierra: ”You shouldn't have to do that. You have everything that anyone could possibly ever want. Fans from all over the world. I can't believe I'm going to say this, a good friend in Kyle. And you got me, something that you should show you that you are and always will be who you are.”
John's head lowers slightly in shame for what he has done. Sierra slowly walks away from the bed, stopping at the door to ask John one more question.
Sierra: ”How's the other guy?”
John's head perks up as the officer unhooks him and gets ready to haul him off to his squad car. And with a smile John tells Sierra.
John: ”Worse.”
She looks up at John smiling as the officer hauls him past her. As she leaves the ER she is talking on her cell phone.
Sierra: ”Hello.... Yes, how quickly can I get a bail bond set up?.... I just need to make sure that he is out as soon as possible.... Alright, thank you.
She hangs the phone up sighing as she heads back to the apartment to get some sleep.
Hours Later
John is led out of the police station to Sierra waiting by her car. They exchange smiles before embracing, as John whispers in her ear.
John: "I promise never to do any of this again."
She looks up at him and plants a kiss on his cheek.
Sierra: "Good, because now you got to worry about what the consortium does to you."
John just smiles as they both get in the car.
John: "Like I told Tacker, let them do what they want. I dare them to."