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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Jul 6, 2007 18:31:02 GMT -5
The sound of a motorcycle screeching is heard, followed by the door slamming and a very frightened Wreckingball rushes forwards to the bar.
Wreckingball: Just a pint of anything and another one to follow.
Bartender: Hey, you should be careful. You'll get drunk pretty quickly.
Wreckingball: I know. That's the point...it's been a hard night and I just want to forget.
Bartender: Alright, alright. Just so long as you can pay.
Wreckingball: Of course.
Wreckingball gives the barman a $5 bill and takes the two pints. He moves towards a table in the corner of the room, and sits down. He proceeds to drink the pints very quickly, and his face visibly relaxes. For the first time in the evening since seeing Crazy Boy, he smiles.
Wreckingball sits back and enjoys the atmosphere in the pub and talks to a couple of customers for a while. He returns to his corner, to see someone else is sitting close to his seat.
TBC...
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Post by crazyboy on Jul 6, 2007 19:04:52 GMT -5
Glancing over to the person sitting nearest to him HwB holds his breath not wanting any more surprises or shocks , then breathes a sigh of relief as it's only one of the regular females.
HwB: Hi there , care to join me for a drink ?
Fem: Sure darlin , you look like you could do with some company.
HwB: Don't I know it , damn it's been a long day.
Fem: Well the days almost over , so how about relaxing and enjoying your self.
HwB: That's the best thing I've heard all day.
Wreckingball signals to the bar keep to bring another couple of drinks to the table and both of them chat the hours away talking about anything and nothing. After another round of drinks the lady asks HwB if he would like to dance. Answering yes all though feeling a little tipsy they both make there way to the dance floor.
Fem: Any song requests?
HwB: Doesn't matter to me , play what ever your in the mood for.
With that she places the money in the machine and selects a couple of songs to play. When the second song finishes HwB feels almost light on his feet and about as relaxed as could be until the third song starts to play. His face turns almost completely white with shock as Slow Chemical by finger eleven begins to wail through the duke box speakers , too tipsy to walk straight let alone run straight the fear and shock mized with his alcohol consumption gets the better of him and he falls to the ground in a heap.
Fem: Oh My it looks like he has fainted , { yells out } Can some one get a glass of water and a pillow !!
The bar keep running to her aid passes a pillow to Wreckingball which he places under his head. Giving the female the glass of water , she just tells him to splash it on his face and pass him a message .. he is coming for you Wreckingball. With that she leaves the bar as the bar keep splashes the water on his face.
Tbc.
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Jul 7, 2007 10:43:18 GMT -5
After a few minutes, Wreckingball comes to.
"...That was weird, never happened to me before. Hey, why am I covered in water?"
Wreckingball smiles confidently, but then his smile fades as a faint tune plays in the background- it is Slow Chemical. It stops after a few seconds, but Wreckingball's face turns pale once more. The bartender helps him to his feet and supports him, helping him walk to the door. On the way out, he hands Wreckingball a piece of paper.
"Your female friend left you this. Oh...and she said that He is coming for you, Wreckingball. Whatever that means."
Wreckingball nods and replies..."Uh...thanks". Once he is outside, Wreckingball reads the note.
"I'm glad to see you were keeping well, Wreckingball. I never expected you could party so hard, you always seemed the more withdrawn type. Don't worry though...because when I come for you- the party will be just beginning. Take care, and don't bother watching your back.
Your manager- Crazy Boy."
Once Wreckingball finishes reading this, he crumples it into a pocket and runs off into the night, crying quietly.
TBC or END.
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Post by Rhaps on Jul 7, 2007 12:17:16 GMT -5
Rhaps is driving the ice cream truck through the town, still chuckling to himself. The traffic lights in front of him turn red so he slows down and stops. As Rhaps is waiting for them to change he sees Wreckingball leaving a bar, running down the street. The light changes and Rhaps guns it, following the fleeing Wreckingball up the street.
Wreckingball runs into an alley and and hides in the shadows for a moment. Rhaps stops the truck and gets out.
Rhaps: Yo Wreckingball.
Wreckingball starts and retreats back into the shadows of the alley.
Rhaps: It's me Rhaps. What's wrong? I just picked up a sweet truck, literally. Fancy a lift?
Rhaps waits for a response.
TBC?
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Jul 7, 2007 14:02:12 GMT -5
Wreckingball looks up into Rhaps' face, with a look of relief on his face as he climbs into the truck, straps his seatbelt and Rhaps drives away. While the truck is driving at high speed, Rhaps and Wreckingball talk. Rhaps is obviously worried about his friend, and says so...
Listen, are you all right, you looked in a bad state back there. You were crying, so something must have happened.
I don't want to talk about it. You're better off not knowing.
Wreck, I can't help you if you won't tell me but it's your call.
The men drive in silence for a while, until Wreckingball turns on the radio. A phone in show is playing, and after a few songs an announcement is made. "Our next request is from an anonymous caller. He said, he would like to dedicate this song to the GHW star, Human Wreckingball."
Rhaps looks at Wreckingball and a grin spreads across his face. It only lasts for a split second as the beginning of "Slow Chemical" begins to play. Wreckingball switches the radio off, suddenly...and turns to Rhaps with an expression of fear and rage. He speaks, in a trembling voice.
Stop the truck.
Why man, It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!
I got something important to say, and if you're still driving...you'll skid, crash and die.
Rhaps stops the truck...
Is this about earlier...this better be good man, my ice creams melting.
F***. It's not good at all. Crazy Boy's back, and he's after me. I'm sure you remember him being my manager...well, the contract was never legally annuled. In law he's still my manager, and he's coming for me. I can't stop it, I can't do anything except for wait for him to get me. I'm scared. I'm absolute shit scared. Crazy Boy makes Vlad look like Mr. Sane in comparison. He can do things that you or I couldn't imagine...wouldn't imagine. I can't stop him...all I can do is enjoy what little time I've got left before...
You make it sound like you're going to die or something. That's stupid talk, it's not as bad as all that.
I think that what Crazy Boy has in mind...is quite possibly worse.
TBC.
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Post by Rhaps on Jul 8, 2007 12:49:25 GMT -5
Rhaps starts the engine and guns the truck to his intended destination with Wreckingball whimpering gently to himself. After a fifteen minutes Rhaps stops the car and he turns the engine off before turning to Wreckingball.
Rhaps: Well firstly let's think about this, who is your current manager Wreckingball? Crazyboy is under contract but I fought you to a draw to be your manager, now we can contest his claim with one of my own. Get him into a ring and we can compete to be your manager, let me deal with it. But first...ice cream time.
Rhaps happily exits the truck and grabs several bowls and brings it back to the seats. He suddenly realises in horrow that he forgot to bring spoons. He looks worried for a minute then he shrugs his shoulders before opening one up and burying his face into the ice cream. Wreckingball shakes his head.
Rhaps: Hmm, I may have to go back to the party and get a spoon, dang it!
Wreckingball: You've got ice cream on your face.
TBC?
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