A Bull(dog) in a China Shop!!!

[Bulldogs (Duncan + Genesis)]

Genesis, his masked head covered by the hood of the long coat he is wearing, walks briskly down the main street, making his way to the bar where Kelly had told him Luther needed to meet him.

He hadn't even thought about questioning her over this ... the bar was not one they'd ever been to before, it was in the 'student quarter' close to the local University and the clientele were mainly made up of students .. so here he was, early evening, glancing in shop windows and muttering to himself. So lost in his own little world is he, that he doesn't spot Kelly in the cab on the opposite side of the street as it passes him and disappears around the corner in the opposite direction to which he is heading.

His progress down the street comes to an abrupt stop as something in the window of 'Adams' Collectables' catches his eye and holds his attention ... the shop window is full of expensive, cut glass ornaments, porcelain figurines and plates, miniature bronze statues and antique jewellry. Only one piece though has brought his lumbering gait to a complete standstill, only one small item in the midst of all the expensive items holds his gaze ... a tiny porcelain figure of a cat ....

Everything else is forgotten, his meeting with Luther gone from his mind as one word escapes from behind his mask ....

'Tiddles ....'

He crashes through the door, knocking the proprietor of the shop back a few feet as he was just about to lock up for the night, and bangs his fists on the counter!

Gen: TIDDLES!!! WANT TIDDLES!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!

The proprietor, Mr Adams, a lifelong wrestling fan, immediately recognises the Masked Maniac and beams widely as he brushes himself down and rushes behind the counter!

Adams: Mr Genesis! Sir! What an honour to have you in my shop! What can I help you with?

Gen: TIDDLES!!! WANT TIDDLES!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!

The confusion on Adams' face soon clears as Genesis points at the window, and repeats the phrase 'Tiddles' a few times. Adams unlocks the display cabinet and removes the Chinese antique figure of the cat very carefully.

Adams: This is almost 250 years old you know! Very rare piece indeed - it does have a striking resemblance to your ... CAREFUL!!!

As Genesis tries climbing over the counter in his haste to get to 'Tiddles', the glass top of the counter gives way beneath his weight! The big man falls through, and his weight shatters the shelves below, sending rings, bangles and necklaces flying everywhere and leaving him in a crumpled position, jammed between the sturdy frame of the counter, his legs in the air, his head and upper body covered in broken glass and items of jewellry.

Adams carefully places the porcelain cat somewhere safe and tries helping the big man up, but he is stuck fast! Not knowing what else to do, he decides to call the GHW switchboard and get them to come and sort it out ... there may even be some VIP tickets or backstage passes in it for him!

The switchboard try putting him through to DMD .. no answer, then Valkyrie ... no answer and finally to Luther who somewhat groggily, eventually picks up.

Luther: Huh?

Adams explains what has happened, and Luther agrees to come down and help out ....

(tbcb Bulldogs only)

[Luther]

OOC: Put this together while unable to sleep. Enjoy.



Luther arrives out the front of Adam’s by taxi. He is obviously in no state to be out in public. His neck was badly banged up in his last match, so as you’d expect from Luther, the pain killers are in full effect.
Luther, dressed in a white beater and black track-pants, crawls out of the cab, telling the driver to charge the fee to his non-existent tab, saying “Mac will understand, bruh.” The driver, ignoring the fact the job was worth $50, leans over the passenger side and slams the car door shut, for Luther has already began strutting down the street heading towards the bar. Shaking his head, the cab driver pulls out of his park and speeds off, running a red light.

Luther: You know the cops don’t like that kind of thing… *burp*. Uh… I don’t feel too good.

Luther hopelessly crosses the road with cars somehow dodging him, his gigantic size being a problem.
Continuing on his wonderful journey, Luther turns a corner to face a bottle shop. From the window, you can clearly see their specials board.

Luther: Wow, Absolut Vodka is on sale, should *burp* get some.

Fiddling in his track-pant pocket for a few minutes, Luther comes to the realization that he brought no material possessions with him, including his wallet. Panicking, he begins searching on the ground for it on his hands and knees.

Luther: Wow, the pavement just got so much *burp* closer… here wallet. Here wallet! Damn it you f-king wallet where the *burp* are you? Piece of *burp*.

And with that last loud belch, Luther expels the most recent thing he ate from his mouth. Satisfied, he checks the contents.

Luther: Carrots… pineapple… hairball? But, I thought I had Steak, not Chinese. Oh well!

Luther wipes the mess from his face with his beater, leaving a huge stain on the front of it. Passers by ask him if he’s okay, not realizing who he is, except for one man, Mr. Adams, who has been watching him the whole time.

Adams: Umm, mister… Luther sir…

Luther: …Yours Truly *burp*, nice to meet you.

Luther groggily picks himself off the ground, placing both palms straight in his pavement art piece. He then sticks out his right arm, offering Mr. Adams his hand.

Mr. Adams: …No, thanks. Look, Luther. Your friend Genesis-

Luther looks around excitedly, clasping his hands together. Upon doing this, a squirt of pavement art squeezes out the gap in his hands and splashes onto Mr. Adams’ face.

Luther: You’ve met him? What a character, don’t you think? He’s my bestest friend in the whole wide world, and he doesn’t even know it!

Luther puts his sloppy hand on Mr. Adams’ shoulder and begins walking with him back to the shop, where Genesis is still stuck.
Luther does a whole 360 around him, before acknowledging the situation.

Luther: Well, I’m no detective or anything, but dude, I think you’re stuck. We’re gonna need to get you some welt.

Luther repeats welt a few times, then giggles hysterically like a raving lunatic, falling on his ass and hitting one of the pieces of china on display. Mr. Adams, with his lightning fast reactions, just stops the antique from hitting the ground and places it in a safe location with “Tiddles”.

Luther: Gen, bro, you wouldn’t believe this, but that china cat over there, looks a lot like piddles!

Luther breaks out in more hysteria as Genesis continues to struggle.

Genesis: TIDDLES!!! IT’S TIDDLES!!! WANT TIDDLES!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Adams, a man who looks older than he probably is, begins frantically running his hands through what is left of his hair.

Mr. Adams: Luther, I need your help here, do you reckon you could pull Gen free with your famous Bear Hug? Please? You do this and all I’ll ask for in return is backstage passes to the next GHW taping, I’ve already got tickets. You can do it! For you are-

Luther: HOLIER THAN THOU!

Like years gone by, Luther springs to his feet, with the aid of Mr. Adams of course. Adams realizes that Luther is still covered in his own art and quickly moves away from him. Luther, his will power restored approaches Genesis and applies the Bear Hug around his waist. But the painkillers are taking their toll.

Luther: Give up! Give up or I’ll puncture your lungs, PUNK!

Still struggling, Genesis manages to wriggle free from the counter, the momentum sending both himself and Luther flying backwards. Still thinking he’s back in Empire; Luther continues the pressure of the Bear Hug.
For some strange reason, Genesis tries to curl to fight the hold, but Luther counters this in the worst possible way; German Suplex.
Mr. Adams can only look on in dismay as Luther and Genesis go tumbling through two displays towards the back of the shop, the two-man wrecking machine finally coming to a halt after they go crashing through Mr. Adams office door. Luther, with his arms still firmly wrapped around Genesis’ waist, bridges for the pin and demands Mr. Adams act as referee. Mr. Adams slides into the office on his knees, slicing up his pants, and slaps his hand down on the carpet three times. Luther finally releases the hold and leans on Mr. Adams’ desk to drag himself to his feet. He raises his arm in victory as Genesis lays on the ground, mumbling in a daze.

Luther: Your winner, and STILL the Intercontinental Champion, Luther!

Mr. Adams shakes his head, trying to calculate exactly how much it would cost to replace the displays, not to mention the irreplaceable china. He comes to a conclusion, that if Luther and Genesis can land him an all access pass then all will be forgiven.
Luther snaps out of his trance and helps Genesis up, Genesis still out of it after being mauled.

Mr. Adams: Luther… thanks so much for your help, all I ask for in return is-

Luther: Autograph? Sure little man! Grab me a pen, I’ve learnt to write left handed now too!

Mr. Adams rolls his eyes. It’s been quite a day at the Quiet little Collectable’s shop.

TBC by a Bulldog or EOT