Post by Alex Kiseragi on Aug 6, 2009 7:44:36 GMT -5
Distant Whispers - 18/10/08
Global Heavyweight Championship
Triple Threat Triple Cage Match
Travis Roberts (c)
vs.
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Brandon Brown
Referee: Glenn Burke
Winner: Alex Kiseragi
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20: 14
The main hall of the convention centre was all but empty now. The place was a mess, the hard wood floors were covered in all sorts off empty drink cups and fast food wrappers, discarded programs and flyers. The pre-Distant Whispers GiW Fan Fest meeting had been a huge success, even if it had ended in a way no-one had quite predicted.
15: 27
‘Ugh, I hate these things.’
Hardcore Champion Randy Boolzian stood behind a pair of double doors, flanked on either side by black t-shirted heavies. He removed the cigarette from behind his ear and placed it between his lips before producing a zippo lighter from the back pocket of his jeans. A couple of clicks and a little flame erupted, setting light to the paper, tobacco and everything else in the stick. One deep drag shortened it’s length by almost a quarter and Boolz exhaled the smoke up into the air over his head. One of the guards turned his head and looked down sternly at him.
“What?” Boolz asked.
The guard didn’t respond and returned his gaze forward. On the other side of the doors he could hear what sounded like a significant crowd gathered around.
“So put your hands together for your Hardcore Champion, The Red Bull Icon, Randy Boolzian!” Jason Reeves announced to the awaiting crowd.
‘Here we go…’
The trio stepped forward and through the double door, the guards pushing them open allowing the superstar to walk through unimpeded. The bright lights hit him in the face and he flinched slightly, squinting until his eyes adjusted. The gathered fans cheered loudly, the attention of almost all in attendance now focussed on the fan favourite. Boolz waved and shook the hands of a couple of people who had been lucky enough to get to the front of the hoard. He forced a smile and took the mic offered to him by a member of the organisational staff.
“Hey Randy. Sounds like the fans here are happy to see you. You got anything you’d like to say to them?” Jason asked.
Randy nodded slowly, “I’d just like to say thank you all for coming out. We wouldn’t be here without you.” The crowd cheered again at the praise they has been granted and there was some shoving as the Hardcore champion sat down at a table.
“Randy’s going to be here signing autographs and answering questions for a while. There’ll be plenty of time for everyone so there’s no need to push.” The interviewer announced again though it seemed to fall on deaf ears as several seemed to continue struggling to get forward.
It was about ten minutes signing photo’s and answering inane questions until a fan really grabbed his attention.
‘Helllooooooo’
The woman couldn’t have been much over 20, long blonde hair and an ample bosom willingly displayed by a white tank top. She smiled and bit her lip slightly as she got to the front of the queue.
“Hey..” she said, slightly coyly.
“Hey. What’s your name?”
“Emily.”
“You having a good time? What can I do for you?” Randy asked, with his first genuine smile.
“Yeah, um, would you sign these for me?” She seemed embarrassed as she spoke and leant forward on the table, her arms bracing her and pushing her cleavage out. Randy shrugged and shared a knowing grin with his minders who still flanked him.
“Of course.” he said, sweeping up a black marker pen and writing his name in big letters across her chest. She giggled slightly at the feel of the felt pen on her skin.
“Thanks.” she smiled as she stood up. “Oh, can I ask you something too?”
“Shoot.”
“Who’s bigger? You or Chris Austin?”
Randy leant back in his chair and stroked his chin. “Well, let’s say this. I’m wearing size 11 shoes. Austin wears size 10s. You know what they say about men with big feet.”
Emily went bright red and grinned from ear to ear. She walked away blowing him a kiss and giving him a cute wave as she turned around. It was almost half an hour before another fan of notability reached the front of the queue. An ordinary looking guy, probably in his mid twenties, dark gelled hair and glasses wearing an Alex Kiseragi t-shirt.
“Hi.” the guy said and extended his hand as he stepped forward.
“Hey.” Randy replied and shook the hand. “You’re not really a fan of that guy are you?” he asked, half seriously, gesturing at the t-shirt.
“Yeah man, The Dragon’s the best in the business.” the guy said, opening his arms to display the shirt proudly.
“I beat that guy twice you know.” Boolz replied, sitting back and crossing his arms.
“Maybe so,” the fan began, crossing his arms too in response. “But, the first time you did it was only because Brandon Brown took him out for you and at Battleground he almost beat you having entered the match way before you had to. You guys haven’t had a fair fight yet. And which one of you has the title shot?”
“Oh yeah? You think he’s going to be the Champion after Distant Whispers then?”
The guy shook his head slowly. “Nah. The Revolution will cheat, obviously. Travis Roberts hasn’t won a fair fight since like, In Your Hands. Prescott had to interfere for him to beat Deathman. He had to chicken out and get someone to disqualify Aragato when he was going to kick his ass. He had to use brass knuckles on the Crimson Ghost. He needed Prescott to interfere again for him to beat Komosube, even when he was injured. He’ll probably take a gun into the ring or something and shoot them both.”
“Well you’ve got a point there at least. You wanna see me and Kiseragi go at it one on one then?”
“Who doesn’t?”
Boolz nodded slowly and signed the program the guy had placed in front of him. “Well, enjoy the show.”
“Thanks.” The guy took up the program and he too disappeared back into the swirling crowds.
1 hour later
“Bwahahahaha! Nobody move!”
“What the hell?” Boolz frowned looking up at the figure now descending from the ceiling between gulps of Red Bull.
“I Marlo the Beautiful am here to destroy Global Impact Wrestling!”
“Oh god…” Boolz shook his head, now buried in the palm of his hand. Marlo hit the ground causing all the fans in the area to scatter.
“Brandon Brown! Alex Kiseragi! Travis Roberts! Come with me and no-one gets hurt!”
Boolz got up out of his seat and jumped over the table, the crowds parting to allow him to walk into the circle that had formed around the ex-GiW superstar. Looking around he noticed both Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown doing to same, though the champion was currently nowhere to be seen.
‘Figures.’
“What do you want Marlo?” Alex called out.
“I’m here to destroy this company by ruining the main event! I’m doing you all a favour! Three men in one match!? It’s absurd!”
A single staccato clap was heard as almost everyone in the room simultaneously buried their faces in their hands. Boolz was stood behind the ludicrous villain, casually finishing off another can of his favourite drink and surveying crowd. Between the heads of rows of people he managed to pick out the face of GiW Janitor Bones busying himself around the outside of the room, paying little attention to the events unfolding in the centre.
“Hey Marlo.” Boolz called, returning his attention to the centre.
Marlo the Beautiful’s head spun to see where the voice had come from. He snarled as his eyes fell on the Red Bull Icon. “Go away Boolzian, I’m not interested in you.”
Boolz shrugged indifferently. “I was just going to give you a little advice. If you don’t leave now you’re going to be making sweet love to the Janitor in a dumpster by the end of the day.”
Marlo recoiled appalled. “That’s ridiculous. You’re sick, now go away, this doesn’t concern you.”
“No, you’re right. By all means, turn around.”
Marlo did so only to be met by a double super kick from the heavyweight title contenders who had encroached on him while he was distracted. The crowd erupted in cheers for the live action from their favourite stars. Brandon Brown and Alex Kiseragi taking the time to celebrate and strut around the circle, slapping hands, in no way concerned with the interloper who was now out cold, flat on his back. The fans watched on as Alex swept up a roll of duct tape that had been sat under one of the many folding tables around the room and went back to Marlo’s prone figure. He taped his hands and feet together and him and Brown picked him up by the hands and feet. The crowd parted and another cheer went up as the Crimson Ghost appeared from the direction of the back door pushing a grubby half filled green dumpster. Getting it into the circle he threw the top open and one final loud cheer went up as the superstars dumped the wannabe super villain inside.
“Whoo! Did you all see that!? Hope you enjoyed the show folks, back to the event!” Jason Reeves announced, walking into the circle, speaking awkwardly as he tried to pass the incident off as a planned event.
Boolz turned and started walking back towards the table he had previously sat at.
‘Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.’
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16: 02
‘Look at them all. Idiots. So ugly and ignorant and crude. They are nothing compared to Marlo the Beautiful! Soon they will see that. Mwahahahaha.’
Marlo the Beautiful made his way through the crowds, his features hidden by a long black anorak and fedora hat tipped low over his face, he looked like a private investigator from a noir movie.
‘What to do though. This is the perfect opportunity to destroy Global Impact Wrestling. I’ll show them for putting me in more than singles matches.’
As he attempted to move around, regularly finding his way blocked by groups of fans and twelve year old girls who he could not fight his way past. In one of a number of moments spent waiting for someone to notice him and allow him to pass he was able to overhear the debates of those around him.
“Kiseragi’s gonna win it, all the way.”
“You kidding? Brandon Brown’s the only two time heavyweight champion. How can you think anyone’s going to take him. In his own match too, he chose the stipulation remember.”
“Oh whatever, Brandon Brown is a relic from a lesser time in GiW, just like Chris Austin. Yeah Brandon Brown has been able to keep up at least but you can’t compare his old title reigns to some of the new guys.”
“Did you forget Brandon Brown already beat Kiseragi. Remember that triple threat tag match too. He knocked him out cold.”
“Oh that last one was a fluke. And in the tag match, Kiseragi wasn’t ready for his partner to kick him. Brown was just jealous that Alex’s Yari kick is more powerful than anything he can do.”
“What about Travis Roberts?” a third fan cut in. The other two stopped and looked at him for a moment.
“Shut up.” they said together as one of them slapped him. The unfortunate Blessed One fan slinking off into the crowd.
“Well whatever happens. This match is going to be off the hook.”
“Hell yeah!”
Finally able to reach some form of an agreement the pair high fived and went back to queuing for autographs and photos.
‘That’s it!’
Reinvigorated, Marlo snuck through the hordes and disappeared into a stairwell, only looking back to make sure he wasn’t followed. He almost glided up the stairs, grabbing a length of steel rope that had been left neatly rolled up in a corner of the storage area at the top. Hunching over in some attempt to be less conspicuous he walked through another closed fire door, disregarding the bold ‘Authorised Personnel Only’ sign.
‘Mwahahaha, damn I’m evil.’
He crept along the rafters up, hidden by the shadows above the spot lights that illuminated the event below.
‘Everyone is here to see the Heavyweight title Contenders. Everyone wants to see the main event. If there’s no main event the fans will be enraged. They’ll boycott the company in protest. All I have to do is kidnap Travis Roberts, Brandon Brown and Alex Kiseragi and everything will crumble. It’s perfect. I’ll just go down there and they will submit to me. None can stand before the magnificence, ego and delusions of grandeur of Marlo the Beautiful! Mwahahahah!’
With that the villain tied one end of the steel cabling around the handrail before casting both his hat and coat off in one sweep of the arm. A movement only possible by inevitably failed ridiculous anime villains. Emboldened, he leapt, one hand on the rail, one grabbing the cable and descended back into the hall.
“Bwahahahaha! Nobody move!”
Marlo looked on in sadistic joy at the recoiling figures below as he dropped down towards them. “I Marlo the Beautiful am here to destroy Global Impact Wrestling!” Seconds later he reached the bottom of the cable in easy dropping distance to the ground and allowed himself to fall, hitting the wooden panels with a dull thud. “Brandon Brown! Alex Kiseragi! Travis Roberts! Come with me and no-one gets hurt!” He smiled as first Brown, then Kiseragi emerged.
“What do you want Marlo?” Alex called out.
“I’m here to destroy this company by ruining the main event! I’m doing you all a favour! Three men in one match!? It’s absurd!” he cried back in response. Marlo looked about, angered by the disrespectful response he received.
‘Fools! Why aren’t you bowing before me?’
“Hey Marlo.”
Marlo the Beautiful’s head spun to see where the voice had come from. He snarled as his eyes fell on the Red Bull Icon. “Go away Boolzian, I’m not interested in you.”
Boolz shrugged indifferently. “I was just going to give you a little advice. If you don’t leave now you’re going to be making sweet love to the Janitor in a dumpster by the end of the day.”
Marlo recoiled appalled. “That’s ridiculous. You’re sick, now go away, this doesn’t concern you.”
“No, you’re right. By all means, turn around.”
Marlo turned back---
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16 : 49
‘I don’t care if Mr. Prescott didn’t want me to come. I clean up after the Superstars. Me, no, no-one else, me! Heheheheh.’
Bones skulked around the edge of the hall, all but invisible in his dullness, little more than a grubby jumpsuit pushing a splintered near hairless broom. He made his way around the rooms circumference, occasionally daring to look up from the few feet of open floor ahead of him at either a superstar or some pretty young woman he allowed himself to fantasise about.
“Bwahahahaha! Nobody move!”
Bones recoiled slightly at the loud noise and cowered against the wall, hugging the broom close, trying to draw some kind of comfort from the familiar object.
“Brandon Brown! Alex Kiseragi! Travis Roberts! Come with me and no-one gets hurt!”
“What do you want Marlo?”
“I’m here to destroy this company by ruining the main event! I’m doing you all a favour! Three men in one match!? It’s absurd!”
Having recovered from the initial shock, Bones returned to his sweeping, not wanting to be too involved in the events unfolding between the other people. Out of the corner of his eye though, peering though a small gap between heads, for just a split second, The Janitor made eye contact with the Hardcore Champion.
‘Oh my god he looked at me. He looked at me! Hehehe! Randy Boolzian looked at me!’
“Hey Marlo.”
“Go away Boolzian, I’m not interested in you.”
“I was just going to give you a little advice. If you don’t leave now you’re going to be making sweet love to the Janitor in a dumpster by the end of the day.”
‘What? He just said something about me! Randy Boolzian spoke about me! This is the best day of my life!’
“That’s ridiculous. You’re sick, now go away, this doesn’t concern you.”
“No, you’re right. By all means, turn around.”
As the Red Bull Icon’s attention moved back to the others in the centre of the circle, Bones’s drifted back to his sweeping. The floor was a mess, unfit for the likes of Boolz.
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20:21
Bones was still in the now near empty hall. Only himself and a handful of other members of the clean up operation remained. He dragged a black bin back behind him with his left hand while stabbing at the larger pieces of rubbish with a thin metal spike on a stick. He stopped to sweep the last few pieces he’d gathered into the bag and frowned slightly as he noticed how full it had become. Dropping the spike he tied the bag up, threw it over his shoulder and trundled out of the back doors into the alleyway.
A few feet to the right, against the centre walls, standing in puddles of muddy water and saturated cardboard sat several dumpsters, some blue, some brown, some red, one green. Bones splashed over to it and threw the top open, dropping the bag inside.
“Mind what you’re doing you buffoon.” a voice snapped.
Bones cocked his head to the right peering through the rubbish to locate it’s source. What he saw brought a crooked toothless smile to his face. An effeminate looking figure bound, laying in piles of ever increasingly putrid waste.
“You’re pretty…You’re a pretty little girl.” he muttered, just loud enough to be heard and diverted his gaze, embarrassed as he spoke but never fully able to draw himself away.
“I’m not a girl! I’m Marlo the Beautiful!”
“You sound like a pretty girl.”
“No, now get me out of here!”
“I’d rather come in there with you.” Bones smiled, unintentionally looking utterly horrifying. He put his hands on the edge of the pin and pushed himself up, clambering awkwardly over the top before falling inside.
“Come here pretty girl…”
“No! No! Noooooooooooooooooooooo!”
Global Heavyweight Championship
Triple Threat Triple Cage Match
Travis Roberts (c)
vs.
Alex Kiseragi
vs.
Brandon Brown
Referee: Glenn Burke
Winner: Alex Kiseragi
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20: 14
The main hall of the convention centre was all but empty now. The place was a mess, the hard wood floors were covered in all sorts off empty drink cups and fast food wrappers, discarded programs and flyers. The pre-Distant Whispers GiW Fan Fest meeting had been a huge success, even if it had ended in a way no-one had quite predicted.
15: 27
‘Ugh, I hate these things.’
Hardcore Champion Randy Boolzian stood behind a pair of double doors, flanked on either side by black t-shirted heavies. He removed the cigarette from behind his ear and placed it between his lips before producing a zippo lighter from the back pocket of his jeans. A couple of clicks and a little flame erupted, setting light to the paper, tobacco and everything else in the stick. One deep drag shortened it’s length by almost a quarter and Boolz exhaled the smoke up into the air over his head. One of the guards turned his head and looked down sternly at him.
“What?” Boolz asked.
The guard didn’t respond and returned his gaze forward. On the other side of the doors he could hear what sounded like a significant crowd gathered around.
“So put your hands together for your Hardcore Champion, The Red Bull Icon, Randy Boolzian!” Jason Reeves announced to the awaiting crowd.
‘Here we go…’
The trio stepped forward and through the double door, the guards pushing them open allowing the superstar to walk through unimpeded. The bright lights hit him in the face and he flinched slightly, squinting until his eyes adjusted. The gathered fans cheered loudly, the attention of almost all in attendance now focussed on the fan favourite. Boolz waved and shook the hands of a couple of people who had been lucky enough to get to the front of the hoard. He forced a smile and took the mic offered to him by a member of the organisational staff.
“Hey Randy. Sounds like the fans here are happy to see you. You got anything you’d like to say to them?” Jason asked.
Randy nodded slowly, “I’d just like to say thank you all for coming out. We wouldn’t be here without you.” The crowd cheered again at the praise they has been granted and there was some shoving as the Hardcore champion sat down at a table.
“Randy’s going to be here signing autographs and answering questions for a while. There’ll be plenty of time for everyone so there’s no need to push.” The interviewer announced again though it seemed to fall on deaf ears as several seemed to continue struggling to get forward.
It was about ten minutes signing photo’s and answering inane questions until a fan really grabbed his attention.
‘Helllooooooo’
The woman couldn’t have been much over 20, long blonde hair and an ample bosom willingly displayed by a white tank top. She smiled and bit her lip slightly as she got to the front of the queue.
“Hey..” she said, slightly coyly.
“Hey. What’s your name?”
“Emily.”
“You having a good time? What can I do for you?” Randy asked, with his first genuine smile.
“Yeah, um, would you sign these for me?” She seemed embarrassed as she spoke and leant forward on the table, her arms bracing her and pushing her cleavage out. Randy shrugged and shared a knowing grin with his minders who still flanked him.
“Of course.” he said, sweeping up a black marker pen and writing his name in big letters across her chest. She giggled slightly at the feel of the felt pen on her skin.
“Thanks.” she smiled as she stood up. “Oh, can I ask you something too?”
“Shoot.”
“Who’s bigger? You or Chris Austin?”
Randy leant back in his chair and stroked his chin. “Well, let’s say this. I’m wearing size 11 shoes. Austin wears size 10s. You know what they say about men with big feet.”
Emily went bright red and grinned from ear to ear. She walked away blowing him a kiss and giving him a cute wave as she turned around. It was almost half an hour before another fan of notability reached the front of the queue. An ordinary looking guy, probably in his mid twenties, dark gelled hair and glasses wearing an Alex Kiseragi t-shirt.
“Hi.” the guy said and extended his hand as he stepped forward.
“Hey.” Randy replied and shook the hand. “You’re not really a fan of that guy are you?” he asked, half seriously, gesturing at the t-shirt.
“Yeah man, The Dragon’s the best in the business.” the guy said, opening his arms to display the shirt proudly.
“I beat that guy twice you know.” Boolz replied, sitting back and crossing his arms.
“Maybe so,” the fan began, crossing his arms too in response. “But, the first time you did it was only because Brandon Brown took him out for you and at Battleground he almost beat you having entered the match way before you had to. You guys haven’t had a fair fight yet. And which one of you has the title shot?”
“Oh yeah? You think he’s going to be the Champion after Distant Whispers then?”
The guy shook his head slowly. “Nah. The Revolution will cheat, obviously. Travis Roberts hasn’t won a fair fight since like, In Your Hands. Prescott had to interfere for him to beat Deathman. He had to chicken out and get someone to disqualify Aragato when he was going to kick his ass. He had to use brass knuckles on the Crimson Ghost. He needed Prescott to interfere again for him to beat Komosube, even when he was injured. He’ll probably take a gun into the ring or something and shoot them both.”
“Well you’ve got a point there at least. You wanna see me and Kiseragi go at it one on one then?”
“Who doesn’t?”
Boolz nodded slowly and signed the program the guy had placed in front of him. “Well, enjoy the show.”
“Thanks.” The guy took up the program and he too disappeared back into the swirling crowds.
1 hour later
“Bwahahahaha! Nobody move!”
“What the hell?” Boolz frowned looking up at the figure now descending from the ceiling between gulps of Red Bull.
“I Marlo the Beautiful am here to destroy Global Impact Wrestling!”
“Oh god…” Boolz shook his head, now buried in the palm of his hand. Marlo hit the ground causing all the fans in the area to scatter.
“Brandon Brown! Alex Kiseragi! Travis Roberts! Come with me and no-one gets hurt!”
Boolz got up out of his seat and jumped over the table, the crowds parting to allow him to walk into the circle that had formed around the ex-GiW superstar. Looking around he noticed both Alex Kiseragi and Brandon Brown doing to same, though the champion was currently nowhere to be seen.
‘Figures.’
“What do you want Marlo?” Alex called out.
“I’m here to destroy this company by ruining the main event! I’m doing you all a favour! Three men in one match!? It’s absurd!”
A single staccato clap was heard as almost everyone in the room simultaneously buried their faces in their hands. Boolz was stood behind the ludicrous villain, casually finishing off another can of his favourite drink and surveying crowd. Between the heads of rows of people he managed to pick out the face of GiW Janitor Bones busying himself around the outside of the room, paying little attention to the events unfolding in the centre.
“Hey Marlo.” Boolz called, returning his attention to the centre.
Marlo the Beautiful’s head spun to see where the voice had come from. He snarled as his eyes fell on the Red Bull Icon. “Go away Boolzian, I’m not interested in you.”
Boolz shrugged indifferently. “I was just going to give you a little advice. If you don’t leave now you’re going to be making sweet love to the Janitor in a dumpster by the end of the day.”
Marlo recoiled appalled. “That’s ridiculous. You’re sick, now go away, this doesn’t concern you.”
“No, you’re right. By all means, turn around.”
Marlo did so only to be met by a double super kick from the heavyweight title contenders who had encroached on him while he was distracted. The crowd erupted in cheers for the live action from their favourite stars. Brandon Brown and Alex Kiseragi taking the time to celebrate and strut around the circle, slapping hands, in no way concerned with the interloper who was now out cold, flat on his back. The fans watched on as Alex swept up a roll of duct tape that had been sat under one of the many folding tables around the room and went back to Marlo’s prone figure. He taped his hands and feet together and him and Brown picked him up by the hands and feet. The crowd parted and another cheer went up as the Crimson Ghost appeared from the direction of the back door pushing a grubby half filled green dumpster. Getting it into the circle he threw the top open and one final loud cheer went up as the superstars dumped the wannabe super villain inside.
“Whoo! Did you all see that!? Hope you enjoyed the show folks, back to the event!” Jason Reeves announced, walking into the circle, speaking awkwardly as he tried to pass the incident off as a planned event.
Boolz turned and started walking back towards the table he had previously sat at.
‘Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.’
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16: 02
‘Look at them all. Idiots. So ugly and ignorant and crude. They are nothing compared to Marlo the Beautiful! Soon they will see that. Mwahahahaha.’
Marlo the Beautiful made his way through the crowds, his features hidden by a long black anorak and fedora hat tipped low over his face, he looked like a private investigator from a noir movie.
‘What to do though. This is the perfect opportunity to destroy Global Impact Wrestling. I’ll show them for putting me in more than singles matches.’
As he attempted to move around, regularly finding his way blocked by groups of fans and twelve year old girls who he could not fight his way past. In one of a number of moments spent waiting for someone to notice him and allow him to pass he was able to overhear the debates of those around him.
“Kiseragi’s gonna win it, all the way.”
“You kidding? Brandon Brown’s the only two time heavyweight champion. How can you think anyone’s going to take him. In his own match too, he chose the stipulation remember.”
“Oh whatever, Brandon Brown is a relic from a lesser time in GiW, just like Chris Austin. Yeah Brandon Brown has been able to keep up at least but you can’t compare his old title reigns to some of the new guys.”
“Did you forget Brandon Brown already beat Kiseragi. Remember that triple threat tag match too. He knocked him out cold.”
“Oh that last one was a fluke. And in the tag match, Kiseragi wasn’t ready for his partner to kick him. Brown was just jealous that Alex’s Yari kick is more powerful than anything he can do.”
“What about Travis Roberts?” a third fan cut in. The other two stopped and looked at him for a moment.
“Shut up.” they said together as one of them slapped him. The unfortunate Blessed One fan slinking off into the crowd.
“Well whatever happens. This match is going to be off the hook.”
“Hell yeah!”
Finally able to reach some form of an agreement the pair high fived and went back to queuing for autographs and photos.
‘That’s it!’
Reinvigorated, Marlo snuck through the hordes and disappeared into a stairwell, only looking back to make sure he wasn’t followed. He almost glided up the stairs, grabbing a length of steel rope that had been left neatly rolled up in a corner of the storage area at the top. Hunching over in some attempt to be less conspicuous he walked through another closed fire door, disregarding the bold ‘Authorised Personnel Only’ sign.
‘Mwahahaha, damn I’m evil.’
He crept along the rafters up, hidden by the shadows above the spot lights that illuminated the event below.
‘Everyone is here to see the Heavyweight title Contenders. Everyone wants to see the main event. If there’s no main event the fans will be enraged. They’ll boycott the company in protest. All I have to do is kidnap Travis Roberts, Brandon Brown and Alex Kiseragi and everything will crumble. It’s perfect. I’ll just go down there and they will submit to me. None can stand before the magnificence, ego and delusions of grandeur of Marlo the Beautiful! Mwahahahah!’
With that the villain tied one end of the steel cabling around the handrail before casting both his hat and coat off in one sweep of the arm. A movement only possible by inevitably failed ridiculous anime villains. Emboldened, he leapt, one hand on the rail, one grabbing the cable and descended back into the hall.
“Bwahahahaha! Nobody move!”
Marlo looked on in sadistic joy at the recoiling figures below as he dropped down towards them. “I Marlo the Beautiful am here to destroy Global Impact Wrestling!” Seconds later he reached the bottom of the cable in easy dropping distance to the ground and allowed himself to fall, hitting the wooden panels with a dull thud. “Brandon Brown! Alex Kiseragi! Travis Roberts! Come with me and no-one gets hurt!” He smiled as first Brown, then Kiseragi emerged.
“What do you want Marlo?” Alex called out.
“I’m here to destroy this company by ruining the main event! I’m doing you all a favour! Three men in one match!? It’s absurd!” he cried back in response. Marlo looked about, angered by the disrespectful response he received.
‘Fools! Why aren’t you bowing before me?’
“Hey Marlo.”
Marlo the Beautiful’s head spun to see where the voice had come from. He snarled as his eyes fell on the Red Bull Icon. “Go away Boolzian, I’m not interested in you.”
Boolz shrugged indifferently. “I was just going to give you a little advice. If you don’t leave now you’re going to be making sweet love to the Janitor in a dumpster by the end of the day.”
Marlo recoiled appalled. “That’s ridiculous. You’re sick, now go away, this doesn’t concern you.”
“No, you’re right. By all means, turn around.”
Marlo turned back---
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16 : 49
‘I don’t care if Mr. Prescott didn’t want me to come. I clean up after the Superstars. Me, no, no-one else, me! Heheheheh.’
Bones skulked around the edge of the hall, all but invisible in his dullness, little more than a grubby jumpsuit pushing a splintered near hairless broom. He made his way around the rooms circumference, occasionally daring to look up from the few feet of open floor ahead of him at either a superstar or some pretty young woman he allowed himself to fantasise about.
“Bwahahahaha! Nobody move!”
Bones recoiled slightly at the loud noise and cowered against the wall, hugging the broom close, trying to draw some kind of comfort from the familiar object.
“Brandon Brown! Alex Kiseragi! Travis Roberts! Come with me and no-one gets hurt!”
“What do you want Marlo?”
“I’m here to destroy this company by ruining the main event! I’m doing you all a favour! Three men in one match!? It’s absurd!”
Having recovered from the initial shock, Bones returned to his sweeping, not wanting to be too involved in the events unfolding between the other people. Out of the corner of his eye though, peering though a small gap between heads, for just a split second, The Janitor made eye contact with the Hardcore Champion.
‘Oh my god he looked at me. He looked at me! Hehehe! Randy Boolzian looked at me!’
“Hey Marlo.”
“Go away Boolzian, I’m not interested in you.”
“I was just going to give you a little advice. If you don’t leave now you’re going to be making sweet love to the Janitor in a dumpster by the end of the day.”
‘What? He just said something about me! Randy Boolzian spoke about me! This is the best day of my life!’
“That’s ridiculous. You’re sick, now go away, this doesn’t concern you.”
“No, you’re right. By all means, turn around.”
As the Red Bull Icon’s attention moved back to the others in the centre of the circle, Bones’s drifted back to his sweeping. The floor was a mess, unfit for the likes of Boolz.
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20:21
Bones was still in the now near empty hall. Only himself and a handful of other members of the clean up operation remained. He dragged a black bin back behind him with his left hand while stabbing at the larger pieces of rubbish with a thin metal spike on a stick. He stopped to sweep the last few pieces he’d gathered into the bag and frowned slightly as he noticed how full it had become. Dropping the spike he tied the bag up, threw it over his shoulder and trundled out of the back doors into the alleyway.
A few feet to the right, against the centre walls, standing in puddles of muddy water and saturated cardboard sat several dumpsters, some blue, some brown, some red, one green. Bones splashed over to it and threw the top open, dropping the bag inside.
“Mind what you’re doing you buffoon.” a voice snapped.
Bones cocked his head to the right peering through the rubbish to locate it’s source. What he saw brought a crooked toothless smile to his face. An effeminate looking figure bound, laying in piles of ever increasingly putrid waste.
“You’re pretty…You’re a pretty little girl.” he muttered, just loud enough to be heard and diverted his gaze, embarrassed as he spoke but never fully able to draw himself away.
“I’m not a girl! I’m Marlo the Beautiful!”
“You sound like a pretty girl.”
“No, now get me out of here!”
“I’d rather come in there with you.” Bones smiled, unintentionally looking utterly horrifying. He put his hands on the edge of the pin and pushed himself up, clambering awkwardly over the top before falling inside.
“Come here pretty girl…”
“No! No! Noooooooooooooooooooooo!”
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