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Post by Jay on Aug 21, 2006 5:16:28 GMT -5
Deadlines:Pacific: Sunday - 10 P.M. Mountain: Sunday - 11 P.M. Central: Sunday/Monday - Midnight Eastern: Monday 1 A.M. U.K.: Monday 6 A.M.RolePlay Limit: 4 RPsRPs Must be 4 Hrs Apart on DL Day
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Post by kaboom on Aug 22, 2006 2:12:25 GMT -5
~Summerslam: the tailgate party to Wrestlemania, and James Ceno was in a fairly large-scale match, especially since it took place two matches before the Xplosion main event. He read over the card, and crossed out Linz’s name, since there was rumour going around that stated his pulling out of the competition. Ceno accepted it, since he had already proven himself to him, almost breaking his ankle on Xplosion: his reason for victory. But the remaining names Ceno looked over very hard: Shawn Ashlocke, Mr. Man, and Johnny Chaos. He only knew of Mr. Man, having wrestled him twice before, winning each time until losing to Chris Steel in order to transfer to Xplosion. If anything, it was time that Ceno stood out and took an Xplosion belt, since he held a Chaos belt for almost a month, and competition was stiffer as Wrestlemania was getting closer and closer. Final Cut was only a couple months away; Ceno started wrestling in EWE just after Final Cut, and his first year was nearly coming to an end. Ending his first year with a title around his waist would be an amazing start to an amazing new year. He knew he would receive no prize for 2006 because he did nothing noteworthy, but he would change that with a victory. Last year was a year to remember: beating White Tiger, holding the Mid-Eastern championship, standing as the best jobber there was since he stole matches from those who should have beaten him. But now he was one of the bigger dogs of the pound: eat or be eaten. It was different being around for so long, let alone earning his first draw ever in his history of wrestling. After Final Cut would be Chill Factor on Christmas Eve, a difficult time indeed, but Ceno would be able to stand it; he had no family to go back to. It didn’t matter to him now though, because Summerslam is the event that’s happening, and not Final Cut or Chill Factor! He had a Double Ladder match to deal with, and two titles to steal out from under their noses. Being a double champion would be excellent! Such attention would be amazing, as he would be border lining Sean Lewis’ own Triple Crown streak. All he would have to do is win at Summerslam, taking both titles, then lasting long enough to find a partner and take one half of the X-Tags, the champions being White Tiger and Dynamic Derek Daniels. He pushes the slip of paper with the banner for the Double Ladder match into the top right-hand corner of his mirror in the locker room set up for him for the big day, and stares at himself in the mirror. He takes a bottle of flavoured Propel water out of the icebox and sits it on the counter. Next to it, he places his medication: morphine and codeine. Ceno then looks to the workout equipment he rented out from a nearby gym in spite. He then looks to the pills, and does this for a couple minutes. He thinks to himself, “Don’t just stand here, you horse’s ass. Go use the equipment; don’t waste your money.” He shrugs and walks over to the machines. He looks over them, and places the pins to each in the maximum weight sustained for each. As he warms his hands and stretches out, there’s a knock at his door. He grumbles and answers it, but no one is there, except for a tape and tape player. He picks up the items and places them on the table. He puts the tape inside and presses Play. As Ceno starts to work out, a sinister message begins to play…~
??: I know who you are, James Ceno, but you don’t know who I am. I can be your worst nightmare, or your best friend. It’s up to you. You have intentions to defeat White Tiger again, as does he to defeat you, but you want the victory to be sweeter and more succulent than a regular match can give. Dynamic Derek Daniels, his tag team partner, and you have been discussing having your own match against each other, but you know as well as I do that you want more, SO MUCH MORE! You will know my identity when you watch the match with K~Dawg. I am a youth extraordinary, much like you. I beat Sean Lewis; you beat White Tiger. We have something in common, Ceno, and I know in the pit of your soul you want to take advantage of what good you can make of it. You have probably already figured out who I am, and you don’t care. Since you would rather see to believe, boom.
~After the speaker, obviously Benji Homan, says “boom”, the tape player explodes into pieces. Ceno almost drops the bench press bar with the surprise of the explosion, but he keeps his cool enough to replace the bar before getting up to assess the damage: the tape player was totaled, along with the tape, but the table was just fine. It was a very low-yield explosive inside, probably a cherry bomb set on a timer. Ceno was far from impressed, although he did believe the comment of defeating Sean Lewis for some reason. Ceno swept the hot pieces of tape player into a trash can, and makes sure nothing catches fire before going back to his bench press. His cell phone started ringing, and he flips it open; the caller was Sean Lewis. “Speak of the devil,” he said to himself before lying back on the bench, putting the cell phone on Speaker, and started lifting again.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: What’s up, Seany?[/glow] Slug: Nothing much, m’ man. I’m just checking up on the future Xplosion X-Division and All-American champion.
[glow=red,3,500]James: Aren’t we hasty? You realize the match won’t be for 1 ½ hours, right? Like, as much as I anticipate the match is going to be in the bag, I don’t want to get too cocky too quickly. The only guy I’m iffy about is Ashlocke.[/glow] Slug: Don’t worry about him, James. He WILL make you work for it, but as long as you keep it together, you should be able to hold him back and keep him from those ladders. Aren’t you worried about Chaos?
[glow=red,3,500]James: If you’re talking about Johnny Chaos, no I’m not. He is one of the stronger guys in the match, but I don’t think he’ll pose a potent threat. Manny will be fighting with every ounce of strength he has in his pathetic body, but he will be trying just as hard as the rest of us, maybe a little harder because his title is on the line, but as far as that goes, he’ll be no problem. I want BOTH belts, Lewis, and I’ll be pushing hard and kicking ass to do so. My only real competition will be Shawn Ashlocke, with no doubt that he will give me a run for my money. He’ll be like Hayden in this match: uptight, cocky, as loose as a prostitute.[/glow] Slug: That’s a…different…comparison. But you’ve seen Johnny Chaos in matches? He’s at least put on a show. You should be on your guard anyway.
[glow=red,3,500]James: Don’t worry about me, Sean. I know what I’m doing. I had almost no help in beating White Tiger the first time, and I won’t have any problems with Johnny Chaos. I’ve gotten better, and it has shown through my return, not to mention taking your ass out a couple weeks ago on Xplosion, along with Hayden, WT and Chris.[/glow] Slug: You love letting things get to your head, don’t you?
[glow=red,3,500]James: It’s the reason why I’m still here, and the reason I came back. I can’t get enough of victory, and when I’m here, it’s worth getting. It’s nothing compared to some of the places I’ve been, and I’ve put more work into my career here than anywhere else. This is my true calling and media outlet. If I wasn’t here, then I would just be rotting away in a jail cell or at home. I can’t stay sitting down, and being raped by men in jail would not be the remedy to me not being able to sit down! I need to move.[/glow] Slug: Then become a dancer?
[glow=red,3,500]James: I have two left feet, Sean… I can’t dance even if I tried. I couldn’t dance even if it was the last thing I had to do before I died.[/glow] Slug: Wow, you suck. You would think with all your agility and ring ability that you could at least be able to dance! You’re a sore sight for a superstar there, James.
[glow=red,3,500]James: Don’t talk. At least I wasn’t beaten by some 16-year-old punk kid.[/glow] Slug: How do you know about Homan?
[glow=red,3,500]James: Let’s just call it…stalking. This is the second appearance I got from him in two weeks, and I’m starting to bug out![/glow] Slug: You should be, because…
[glow=red,3,500]James: I was kidding. I believe he beat you, but I don’t care. I’m a little more concerned about what I have going now, and I don’t have time to deal with children, especially ones who look that ugly. (Shannon Moore sucks!)[/glow] Slug: Well, I need to get to the gym, so I’ll talk to you some other time, Ceno. Good luck for the Double Ladder match.
~Sean hangs up before Ceno says good-bye, and it confuses him. He shrugs it off and gets off the bench press after replacing the bar. There was over 500 lbs on each end of the bar, and it bent slightly from the weight. Ceno’s biceps were twitching out of control, and the pain was getting to be excruciating. He quickly went to the Propel water and took four of the painkillers, washing them down with the flavoured water. The taste was still bitter as his arms started to feel like mush, along with the rest of his body, but he had to fight off the feeling of weightlessness that the pills gave him, before he fell asleep because of the high. He felt like he was floating, so he started going to work on his legs. As he was working the leg press, which held double the weight of the bench press, his cell phone rang, and he did the same thing he did with Sean Lewis: speaker-phone. The caller was none other than the EWE Legend.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: ‘Sup Tigger?[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Tigger?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You know what I mean. So what’s up?[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Just getting ready to teach you how to you’re your brother. What about you?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Just getting ready to teach you what winning is.[/glow] ~Both men shared a good-spirited laugh.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Anyway, what’s on your mind?[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: You seem to be on the high horse again, and you need to get down from it.[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Let me guess: Sean Lewis?[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Exactly, and both of us are concerned with what you’ve been doing.[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What do you mean? This isn’t about the Summerslam match is it?[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: It is. Why do you ask?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: No reason, none at all… Look, I’m not worried about Manuel or Chaos. The only person who worries me in this match is Ashlocke, because he is the favoured man to win in this fight and I don’t intend to hand him this victory. Sure Manny and Johnny have fight in them, but it’s Shawn who takes my attention. I did a background check on him, and he has a bit of a record. Ever since he became a wrestler, he’s been a model citizen, but that’s not all of it.[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: What else?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: He’s caused more accidents in-ring than a drunk driver! I’m worried for my safety and the safety of the guys in the ring with me. I’m going to have to incapacitate Ashlocke early; I’ll just break his ankle. If he thinks he’ll have the strength to get up the ladder, then I’ll break his leg. If he keeps climbing, I’ll choke him out and toss him through a table. If there’s anything more I have to do to him, then I will do it and do it with the precision of martial arts training and then some. Then I’ll handle the rest handly.[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: I hope you eat your words, James. You’re too damn cocky sometimes, and why is it that whenever something big is about to happen, you seem worse and worse and worse?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James*slurring his words*: What are you talking about, Jeff? I’m fine.[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Ceno, are you drunk?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What? No. I think the blood might be draining from my brain. I probably need some…[/glow] ~Ceno passes out at the leg press, and says nothing more. His legs are locked stiff, holding up the 2000+ lbs of weight on the press as he sleeps off the high given to him from the painkillers. The bottle was still open, next to the Propel water, but Ceno was not in any danger; he followed the doctor’s orders, and didn’t take more than four a day…~
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Post by 'eWe's Gold Standard' Mr. Man on Aug 22, 2006 19:13:16 GMT -5
It isn't much, but it's pretty good, I think anyways, enjoy and to my 4 opponents, good luck. The Homestate Boy
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Post by linzman2 on Aug 22, 2006 20:54:00 GMT -5
Scene opens, showing Drew and Justin Vincible sipping some Jack Daniels and watching porn inside the Sinister Alliance dressing room.
Drew: Where is Linz and XXX?
JV: I dunno, probably off fucking somewhere...
Suddenly the dressing room door busts open and Linz comes barreling through with XXX hot on his trail.
Drew: Speak of the devil...
XXX: Linz! It's ok!
Linz storms into the dressing room and starts smashing shit. Drew stops drinking and watches as XXX tries to calm Linz down. JV keeps drinking away, watching two girls 69 on the television.
JV: Fuck she's hot...
Drew: Linz! What the fuck are you doing???
Linz keeps smashing shit around as XXX tries to stop him.
XXX: It's alright! You'll turn it around!
Drew: Calm down, man!
Linz: FUCK!!!
Linz continues to smash shit, then heads for the booze stash.
Drew: Um, Justin?
JV: LICK THAT SHIT!! What, man?
Drew: Linz is going after the booze...
JV: Fuck thaaaaat....!
Justin jumps up and over the couch. He walks over to Linz and smacks him in the back of the head.
JV: What the fuck are you doing?
Linz: What the fuck do you think?
JV: You gonna smash the fucking booze?
Linz: I'm gonna smash EVERYTHING!
JV: You touch that booze and they won't even have dental records to find out who you are!
The two brothers stare at each other for moment. Linz backs down.
Linz: Fak...
JV: What the hell's your problem anyway?
Linz: Fuck man, I've lost like FIVE in a row! Like FUCK! I've never lost like more the two in a row!
XXX: Yeah, so he went and pulled out of the match at Summerslam...
Linz: Shut up bitch!
JV: You did WHAT???
XXX: He took a suck attack and went to Piper to pull him out of the match.
Linz: Stupid cunt...
XXX: Fuck you!
JV: Shut the fuck up the two of you! What the hell do you mean you pulled out of the match?
Linz: Fuck man! I've lost five in a row, and the last two I tapped out. I fucking TAPPED out! I've never done that in my career, and here I've done it twice in two weeks! Fuck man, I don't stand a chance in hell at Summerslam...
Linz sits down. Justin gets pissed off and rears back and kicks Linz as hard as he can, knocking him off the chair and onto the floor. Linz holds his face for a minute, touching his bloodied nose. Linz looks up.
Linz: What the fuck did you do that for?
JV: Listen to you, you fucking PUSSY! Is that The Linz that headlined two Wrestlemanias with yours truly and nearly fucking killed each other! Is that The Linz that fell down from the top of the three cage match and STILL ended up winning against the four top wrestlers in the IWF? Is that the SAME Linz that is the current IWF Heavyweight Champion?
Drew snickers.
Linz: Fuck you Drew!
JV: Point of the matter is, if this is how you're going to represent the IWF, if this is how you're going to represent the IWF Heavyweight Championship, if this is how you're going to represent the Sinister Alliance, and most importantly, if this is how you're going to represent yourself, then hang up those boots and give that belt to Drew and get the flying fuck out of here!
Linz stands up and stares Justin in the face. Linz ponders for a moment.
Linz: FUCK..................you're right man, my bad....
JV: No problem man. You're in a rough patch. You've always came through when it's mattered.
Linz: Thanks man...
Drew: What a fucking kodak moment! *laughs*
JV throws his empty bottle at Drew's head, but misses. Justin nails the VCR, and ends up turning it off.
JV: Ah fuck. They were just about to orgasm!!
The foursome watch as VCR goes off, and the TV kicks on. The news' theme song kicks in.
Linz: Great...
The anchor lady comes on. Drew stands up to turn the channel.
Linz: Wait! Hold the fuck up!
Drew: What?
Linz: Check it out!
Linz points to the top right hand corner of the screen, where it says "Murder In Prison".
JV: Who cares!
Linz: Shut up!
The anchor lady looks up and starts to speak.
AL: Hello, and this is the news. Our top story we're following. A gruesome murder in a state penitentiary has the building completely shocked and baffled. A young man, who has not been identified at this point, was in his cell. His cellmate apparently woke up in the morning and seen his cellmate murdered. More on this, Ted, are you there?
A man comes on the screen, standing outside the prison.
Ted: Hello, Katrina. Our inside sources have not been able to get too much information, basically only being able to get what you have told everyone already. The only other thing I can add is apparently the cellmate was rather shaken up at the brutality of the murder, but is obviously the number one suspect due to him really being the only one with the victim at the time of the murder. Back to you, Katrina.
Kat: Thanks, Ted...
Linz walks up and shuts the TV off.
Drew: What the hell was that all about?
Linz turns around with a huge smile on his face.
Linz: Lady and gentlemen, my mood has changed for the much better!
Justin gets an evil grin on his face. XXX looks disturbed and Drew looks clueless.
Linz: Drew, do you mind staying here with XXX? Jave and I have some "business" to attend to...
Drew, looking confused, nods his head in agreement. Linz and Justin leave the Sinister Alliance dressing room. They walk in silence down the hallway for a short while before Justin speaks up.
JV: Do you think...
Linz: I guaranfuckingtee...
JV: Nice...where the hell are we going?
Linz: Couple of stops. First, to Piper's office...
Linz walks into Piper's office. Piper is sitting there, busy with something.
Linz: Listen man, I want to make this short and sweet. I know I came in here, being a fucking drama queen and everything, but my brother here kicked my ass...
Piper: Obviously, your nose is bleeding.
Linz: Ah shit...
Linz grabs a few kleenexs and scrunches them up and put them up his nose. Piper and Justin try to hold back their grins.
Linz: Anyway, he kicked my ass and I want back in the match.
Piper: I don't know man, I already started the paperwork...
Linz: Put me back in the match you stupid piece of shit!
Piper stands up.
Piper: Fine, I'll do it, just to see you get your stupid ass kicked...........AGAIN!
Linz shoves Piper back down into his seat and walks out of the office. Justin flips Piper the bird and walks out, spitting on Piper's name on the door.
Linz: Fucking prick.
JV: That it? That what you needed me for?
Linz: No, we gotta go suit shopping.
JV: What? What the fuck for?
Linz gives Justin a grin.
Linz: Why, we have a funeral to go to!
Justin gives Linz an evil grin and the two head out of the arena.
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Post by linzman2 on Aug 23, 2006 19:19:18 GMT -5
A long line of people dressed in black start walking up the walkway into a graveyard. Family members and friends all walk up the path, some eyes covered in dark sunglasses, some covered in tears. People walk up in pairs, comforting each other as they arrive to the site where Joshua Martin is about to be buried. The funeral guy looks on as a large amount of people circle around the coffin, which is suspended over a freshly dug hole. He looks over and notices two very large men, both dressed in dark suits with black sunglasses on. After quite a while everyone has appeared to arrive. The man starts to speak.
FG: Today, we gather here in sorrow. On this day we gather here to say goodbye to someone who has touched our lives. Today we bid farewell........to Joshua Martin...
Suddenly one of the big men starts to cry loudly. The other man puts his arms around the crying man comforting him. After a few moments the funeral guy carries on.
FG: Joshua was taken from us unnaturally, and that makes this day even that much sad...
One of the big men stifles a laugh, the other slaps him in the shoulder, telling him to shut up. They get evil looks from everyone around them. The funeral guy looks at them as one nods.
Man 1: Continue your holiness...
Man 2: Idiot, he's like a priest, you call him Father...
Man 1: He's not my fucking father!
Man 2: Doesn't matter!
FG: May I continue with the service please?
The men shush each other up and stand up straight. People around them start whispering in anger.
FG: Thank you. Joshua was a son, a brother, an uncle; he was a friend, a lover, and a partner. He has touched all of our lives at some point...
One of the big men starts crying out loud again. The other slaps him hard in the back of the head.
Man 1: Shut the fuck up!!
Man 2: Fuck you! I'm grievin' here!
Everyone starts telling them to shut up.
Man 2: ALRIGHT FUCK! Let me bottle up my feelings until I go crazy and start killing people. FINE! If that's what you all want, then fine! I'll make sure you're all on my list!
Man 1: You're a fucking idiot!
Man 2: You want to fucking go!
FG: SHUT.......UP!!!
The two men stop and stare at the guy. He composes himself and returns himself to a professional status.
FG: I will have to ask you two to leave if there is one more outburst!
Man 1/2: Sorry.
The funeral guy continues on with the service without interruption, once in a while looking over at the two men, who look back and flash him a big grin. Afterwards everyone starts hugging each other. One of the men tries to get hugs, but gets turns down. The other gets a hug from a young woman. When he does he reaches down and squeezes her ass. She yelps out and he lets go.
Man 2: Sorry for your loss...
The girl storms away.
Man 1: No one will fucking hug me, man!
Man 2: I know, they're all so insensitive!!
After a while everyone clears out except for the two men and the parents of the deceased. The two men look over and see the mother crying over her dead son, her husband comforting her.
Mom: *in between sobs* Whatever happened......whatever happened to my baby boy???
One of the men walk over to the coffin and quickly lifts up the lid. He scrunches up his face, then slams it shut.
Man 2: Looks to me that the fucker got his ass sliced and diced!
The other man starts laughing as the mother looks at the two men, then bolts away crying her heart out.
Dad: You two will rot in hell!
Man 1: Damn right! I'll tell your son you said hi!
The dad becomes angry and starts to charge the man, but the man opens his suit and shows something small, black and shiny inside his jacket pocket.
Man 1: I wouldn't think about it.
The man hesitates, then backs off.
Man 2: Leave.
The dad hesitates again, then starts to slowly walk down the pathway. He keeps on looking back, watching the two men. Finally he gets to the end of the pathway and looks around. He starts to yell out his wife's name, getting no response. He swears out loud and takes off running. When he is out of sight the men take off their shades.
Linz: Nice service, eh?
JV: Yeah, it was fucking heartbreaking.
Linz: Man, you see what Nightmare did to him?
JV: No...
Linz goes over and lifts the coffin lid. JV laughs.
JV: FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK...
Linz shuts the lid.
JV: Haven't seen shit that bad since I was overseas!
Linz: Well, shall we bid are final farewell to this poor soul?
JV: Lets.
Justin reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a stick of C4. Linz walks over to the coffin.
Linz: How much time?
JV: I got a remote for it. Don't you remember playing James Bond?
Linz: Oh yeah, it's that shit?
Linz walks over and opens the lid. Justin casually walks over and tosses in the C4. Linz closes the lid and the two dump the coffin into the hole. The men take a few steps back. Justin pulls out a remote from his other inside pocket.
JV: Would you like the honors?
Linz: Hell yes.
Linz extends the antenna to full length. Linz puts on his shades, and Justin does the same.
Linz: Are we back far enough?
JV: Yeah, we're good.
Linz looks at the hole.
Linz: Rot in hell you son of a bitch. Say hi to dad for us...
Linz presses the button and the coffin explodes. The two men stay still as pieces of wood, dirt, and body parts fly out of the hole. It all rains down and Linz and Justin get covered with dirt, blood and guts. Linz and Justin stare at the scene for a moment as the hole digger guy looks on in shock. Linz spits some blood and dirt away from his mouth and turns to Justin.
Linz: I thought you said we were back far enough?
Justin takes off his shades, his face covered except for the two spots that his glasses used to be.
JV: Did you get hurt?
Linz: No.
JV: Then we were back far enough...
Justin wipes something off of Linz's shoulder.
Linz: What was that?
JV: A finger.
Justin shakes his shades clean and puts them back on. Linz does the same, then hands the remote back to Justin. Justin puts the remote back in his jacket pocket. Both men turn and notice the hole digger man. Linz waves and they start walking back down the pathway.
Linz: Fuck am I glad we took your car!
JV: Ah shit...
The two leave the graveyard.
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Post by linzman2 on Aug 24, 2006 12:20:39 GMT -5
Scene shows Justin coming out of the Sinister Alliance dressing room bathroom. He is wiping his head off, walking right out naked.
Linz: Asshole!
JV: What?
Linz: XXX is here!
JV: So? She never seen a huge dick before? Oh, wait a minute...
Linz grabs a coaster and nails Justin in the head with it. Justin just laughs.
JV: You're the asshole for making me wait to shower!
Linz: Your fucking fault we got covered in body parts!
JV: Touche...
Justin walks into a backroom and gets dressed. The threesome sit around in silence for a few moments.
Linz: Where's Drew?
XXX: Off to see Mr. Bigg.
Linz: I see.
JV: Let's get fucking drunk.
Linz: We always get fucking drunk.
JV: Let's get drunk somewhere else.
Linz: Let's go.
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The threesome walk into a bar and sit down on the stools. Linz starts a tab and they start drinking away. They talk for some time, mostly about Linz's mother and laugh about funny stories and stupid shit they used to do when they were younger.
Linz: *laughs* Man, you remember that time that huge butch tried to wrestler you?
JV: Oh man! That was so fucking funny. XXX, you had to be there. This big ass butch, right? Musta been from like Russia or something, comes up to all of us and asks which one is Justin Vincible. I raise my hand and she cold cocks me right in the fucking jaw, then asks me to wrestle. The bitch didn't know it was backyard wrestling. Man, I fucking put that viking in the hospital. It was funny. Linz, you remember the time when my mother fell asleep on the kitchen floor, and you jerked off on her face, and when she woke up the next morning she thought it was our father?
Linz and XXX start laughing their asses off.
Linz: Yeah. That was funny. You remember that time we got drunk at that farm girl's house and you were so obliterated you fucked their goat? *laughs*
Justin sits there for a minute.
JV: Dude, that wasn't me.
Linz: Well, it wasn't me!
They both look at each other for a minute, then both smile.
Linz/JV: STEVEYYYYYYYY!!!
They burst out laughing their asses off. XXX laughs.
XXX: I'm fucking drunk...
Linz: You've only had three!
XXX: I don't drink! Be right back boys...
XXX grabs onto Justin's shoulder and pushes herself off the stool. She heads for the bathroom. Linz notices a group of four rough men watching her walk by.
Linz: Fuckers better not say anything...
Linz and Justin talk for sometime before Linz sees XXX coming out of the bathroom. She walks by again and one of the rough men grab her and pull her onto his lap.
RM1: Well, hello little darling!
XXX: Let go of me!
RM2: Yeah! Come join the real party over here!
RM3: Don't want to hang with those pretty boys over there, do you?
RM4: Yeah, you can dance...
The man doesn't finish his sentence because Linz punches him right in the face. The other three stand up, knocking XXX to the floor.
RM2: There a problem here, boys?
Linz: That's my woman right there.
RM3: And that matters, why?
JV: Are you fucking kidding me?
RM1: You want to settle this like men?
The fourth man stands up and gives Linz a "you're mine" look. Linz and Justin look at each other and grin.
Linz: Suit yourself...
Linz levels a guy square in the face, knocking him back into another guy. Justin boots one guy in the stomach and throws him behind him. The guy that got punched first runs at Justin, but Justin side steps, grabbing a beer bottle off the table and smashes it into the man's head. Linz picks up one guy and body slams him through the table. Another guy jumps on Linz's back. Linz tries to shake him off as the guy starts choking him from behind. Suddenly Linz hears a smashing sound and the guy lets go and falls to the floor. He turns around and sees XXX holding a broken 40 bottle in her hand. Linz smiles.
Linz: That's my girl!
Linz then gets punched in the face. Linz stumbles back and the guy rushes Linz. Linz flips him down with a hip toss, and puts the guy in an armbar.
Linz: Pretty boy this mother fucker...
Linz snaps back, breaking the guy's arm. Linz lets go and starts stomping a mudhole in the guy as he screams, holding his arm. Meanwhile Justin rams some guy into the bar. The bartender dives out of the way as Justin fires the guy over the bar, smashing into all the display bottles. Another guy comes from behind, but Justin grabs a broken bottle and stabs the guy in the stomach with it. The guy stumbles back and Justin boots him in the stomach, knocking him down. The guy behind the bar gets up and starts throwing bottles. Justin ducks and dodges, only getting hit twice. When the guy runs out of bottles Justin charges up to the bar and grabs the guy's head and slams it into the bar. The guy falls back behind the bar and lies there moaning and groaning. Justin looks as the guy that got slammed through the table is running at Linz with a cue stick. Justin yells out at Linz, who spins in time to duck the swinging cue stick. The guy swings again, but Linz blocks it with his arm. Linz then grabs the cue and rips it from the man's grasp. The man steps back, but runs into Justin.
Linz: Well well well...
JV: And four becomes one...
Linz: What do you want to do to him?
JV: This the guy that pulled XXX onto his lap?
Linz: Yep.
RM1: P...please! I'm sorry!
JV: Your call man...
Linz: Hrmmmmmmm....
Linz looks around and spots their car outside.
Linz: Grab him.
Justin grabs him and they all walk outside. Linz opens the trunk and grabs a chain. He ties the chain to the car, then wraps it around the guy's neck.
RM1: Please!
Linz backhands him.
Linz: Shut the fuck up!
JV gets in the car and starts revving the engine.
RM1: Please don't!
Linz: Let's see how fast this fucker can run! Go twenty!
Justin starts moving and the guy struggles to keep up, begging to be let go.
Linz: OK! HE CAN GO TWENTY! FUCKER IS FASTER THEN HE LOOKS! TRY THIRTY!!!
Justin starts to go faster as the man starts to half run, half drag himself around the parking lot. The man starts to scream in pain.
Linz: WOW! FUCKER CAN STILL STAY ON HIS FEET! TRY FIFTY!!!
Justin hammers the gas a little and the guy gets yanked off his feet. He starts sliding around the pavement, screaming as his flesh is ripped from his body.
JV: WATCH THIS!!! DONUTS!!!!
Justin starts going in circles, causing the man to roll around in a huge circle. Eventually the man lets go of the chain and limply slides around the pavement.
Linz: OK! I THINK WE'RE GOOD!!!
Justin slams the brakes, causing the man to fly into the back of the car. The man lies there unconscious as Linz moves him with his shoe.
Linz: Think he's dead?
JV ducks down and hears faint breathing.
JV: No, but he'll be a bit sore in the morning.
Linz: Get the chain off him...
JV gets the chain off and puts it back in the trunk.
Linz: Hold it...
Linz opens the trunk and grabs the first aid kit.
JV: What are you doing?
Linz: Those wounds look dirty, and can get infected...
Linz opens the first aid kit and grabs a full bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Linz:...and we can't have that, can we?
Linz unscrews the lid and dumps the entire bottle on the man. The man moves slightly and only whimpers as Linz and Justin watch the man get covered in a white foam.
Linz: Wow!
JV: Our own little science project!
XXX: Can I look now?
XXX, who has been standing by the building not watching what's been going on, turns around and gasps.
XXX: Can we leave?
Linz: Yeah, let's go.
The threesome get back in the car. JV puts it in reverse and starts to drive until he feels a couple of bumps.
JV: Oops! Meant to put it in drive! Silly me!
JV puts it in drive and after a couple more bumps, they drive back to the arena.
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Post by JOHNNY FK'N CHAOS on Aug 24, 2006 20:29:58 GMT -5
Short and Sweet..better to come guess this leaves only one more person to start posting...will it be before Sunday? R.I.P. PCW
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Post by kaboom on Aug 24, 2006 21:15:33 GMT -5
~The day was moving slow, and Ceno was starting to feel the pressure of a bad day. It began to wear on him, the pain beginning to compound upon him like nothing he has ever felt before. It was excruciating to experience, as his depression and loneliness began to wear on his body like the drugs he has been taking for weeks now. His mind was working against him as his imagination began to bring up images of suicide and quick ways to kill the pain, better than any amount of drugs could deliver to him. Mentally and physically, he could take no more. Emotionally, he still fought with every cell left in his body to keep his hand off the gun that hid in his duffel bag; it was the same gun that left a bullet lodged in his mother’s head. Instead of explosives, a more subtle endeavour was being explored: overdosing on painkillers. Ceno always had a strong body, and he is no stranger to medicine. Either way, he was going to go out, either with a bang or in his sleep, choking on vomit forced up his throat by his body’s reaction to the shock of medicine in such a high quantity. Before he gets to swallow the entire bottle of pills, his cell phone rings. The display reads, “Jeff – White Tiger”. He groans, obviously not pleased at this interruption, but during the conversation, Jeff could not tell that Ceno did not want to talk.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Hey Legend.[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Ceno, Summerslam is in less than a week…[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I’m prepped for it. There isn’t much else I can do for Summerslam except hit the gym and wait for the match to happen…[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Bro, you sound like shit, and I don’t like it. What’s cooking in that intellectual mind of yours?[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Nothing.[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Uh oh.[/shadow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What, “uh oh”?[/glow] [shadow=blue,left,300]WT: Usually, there’s something up there at least SIMMERING! Ceno, there must be something seriously wrong with you if you won’t even try to confront it. What’s wrong?[/shadow] ~Ceno sighs, and wants to say something, but doesn’t. He just sighs again, and hangs up. The phone starts ringing almost as soon as Ceno hangs up, but he doesn’t answer it. When the ringing stops, Ceno is hunched over a toilet bowl, vomiting up nothing; he did not eat for the last two to three days. His stomach was eating itself out and it wanted some form of food. Ceno did not oblige to this demand, just drinking more water. He ingests a couple crumbs of food, but that was about it, not even that. His brain was already starting to go, as Ceno’s legs and arms felt like dead weight, blood forcing itself through his narrowing veins. The pain was so bad that Ceno took four extra pills to the four he was directed to take per day. The pain started to vanish, but his head started to pound. His phone started to ring again, but he did not hear it as his legs began to wobble. His mind started to go as someone bursts through the door, seeing Ceno’s body almost enter unconsciousness. Ceno’s eyes were blurry, and he couldn’t see who it was, but he saw a flash of something gold. It had to have been Sean Lewis. His voice was frantic as Ceno’s body turned into a gelatine mess, his consciousness disappearing. All he heard was Lewis screaming for help and the shuffling of his body onto a gurney.~
Slug: Ceno, you stupid fuck, what the hell are you doing!? You have a double title shot and this is how you repay us for setting you up with this! You have a lot of FUCKING NERVE to try to pull a stunt like this.
~As Ceno is wheeled down the corridor, another set of footsteps, running towards the gurney, is heard.~
HotRod: SEAN! How is he?
Slug: He’s barely hanging on to consciousness. I don’t even know if he can hear me. He’s lucky to even be breathing after the amount of painkiller in him.
HotRod: What is his prescription?
Slug: It’s a morphine base with codeine lace. It’s a popular drug for wrestlers, but judging by how many pills are left, he takes the full four a day, in one dose.
HotRod: He’s risking his life and his job. Make sure you tell him this when you get to the hospital with him, okay?
Slug: You want me to go with him? Panther is in the building now. He could…
HotRod: He’s already left to go back to Ontario to check up on their comatose mother. If Ceno doesn’t fight off this overdose, he’ll be joining her in the ICU, but unemployed.
~Sean takes this warning into mind as Ceno is loaded into the ambulance. Sean is allowed to accompany Ceno, who almost flat lines while in the ambulance. As frantic as the rush is, Ceno regains consciousness on the ride, his body like stone and unable to be moved, partially due to the fact he was tied down. He didn’t have a breathing tube, because his breathing was stable enough to leave alone. He did, however, wear a breathing mask, pumping his lungs with pure oxygen. When they get to the hospital, Ceno is admitted into Emergency, Sean stopped at the door. He goes into the waiting room as they begin to strap Ceno to the machines that would screen his blood and detoxify his organs. He was also fed intravenously, to restock his vitamin count. His body was already taking in all the nourishment it needed through the fluidic food that began to pump directly into his beaten stomach. After almost 12 hours of work, Sean is allowed to visit Ceno, who is gripping a stress ball with raw force, but the ball was barely squeezed. Both men’s eyes started to redden as tears began to roll down Ceno’s cheeks.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: I heard it all, Seany. Piper is willing to terminate my contract if I don’t show for my double title shot at Summerslam.[/glow] Slug: That’s right. That means that you will be barred from EWE events, even going backstage. You will be forced to watch every match behind the security wall that you have thrown people through.
[glow=red,3,500]James: If I wasn’t tied down, or as feeble as a 5-year-old, I would strangle myself right now.[/glow] Slug: Nice outlook on life. Get me back in here when you're not a total jerk.
~Sean places Ceno’s stuff next to the bed. Sean leaves the room to Ceno’s displeasure, but the phone rings after a while. Ceno, incapacitated, manages to slip free with one hand to reach in and get his cell phone. He flips it open and starts talking... To be Continued...since most of my RP won't even post!~
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Post by kaboom on Aug 25, 2006 1:24:00 GMT -5
~When we last left Ceno, he was in a hospital bed being treated for a painkiller overdose, but right now, he is receiving a phone call that will change his life.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Hello?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie Sinnex: There was a familiar voice on the phone - one Ceno probably hasn't heard in ages. It was a female's voice. It was soft and sweet, yet in a whisper, almost hoarse. "James...?"[/glow] ~Coughing, he recognizes the voice immediately. He straightened up a bit, but still sounded like he has had better days.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, long time no speak. How are you doing?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Clearing her throat, she still sound a bit hoarse. "I'm...doing great, I guess. how are you doing in eWe?"][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I'm up for Summerslam, double title shot. At least I'm off my hiatus. What about you?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][She shrugged softly, knowing he couldn't see her due to the phone. "I guess...after everything I've been thru since I've been gone...I've been fine, I just found out my mum passed away - I mean it shouldn't matter to me because I was adopted but it still is kinda depressing. Blah. Anyways."][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Don't "Blah" me, Stace. That's pretty bad. I guess the last thing you need to hear is what happened to my mom. I'm sorry to hear about your mom, adoptive or not.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie blinked, again unseen. She bit her lip but then decided to take a chance. She sighed. "What happened to your mum...?"][[/glow] ~Ceno did not expect her to ask, hoping that her own tragedy would keep her silent, but he could never hide anything from Stacie.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: She was shot in the head, and is in a coma for another couple months until she wakes up. She's actually going to make a full recovery.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][There was a deep sigh, yet a tremble inhale as she stood there and took in what James had said. She couldn't believe it. Stacie hardly knew her mom, and she was broken up about her death. James knew his mom, she figured, and she got shot in the head and...he was staying strong. She put her hands to her face, having a Blue-Tooth earpiece that went to her cell phone in her ear. She was standing as she had laid her cell down. Her earpiece was wireless. She put her hands to her face and shuddered another trembling breath..."I...I'm so sorry...."][[/glow [glow=red,3,500]James: It's alright. I'm doing fine, and so is the family. It's a good thing I could never really fire a gun properly, let alone have a powerful enough gun to finish the job.[/glow] ~Ceno blurts this out, but he realizes what he says, not sorry for what he did. He saved his mom from leukemia, and he tried to end her life, but she was still going to come back just as strong.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie just shook her head. "Is there anything I can do?"][ [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie then thought a moment..."What did you just say?" Her eyes went wide all of a sudden.][[/glow] ~He just blinks, taking in her initial reaction. When she realizes what he said, his voice stays calm.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: I was the one who shot her. My anger got the best of me and I shot the security around the ring, an EMT and my own mother.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie blinked slowly..."Was it an accident...?"][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Every bullet hits its mark as intended by its shooter.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: **I guess that's a no...** She thought to herself as she took a deep breath. "I hope she will be okay. I should fly in to come and visit her."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I'm sure she'd appreciate it. I've only been once, but I couldn't stand to be in the same room. I ran away and just cried for hours, but I'm over that. It's my sin; I'll take it to Hell with me.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ]["I want to come and see you too, which probably shouldn't happen but..." Stacie swallowed in her throat. She dreaded what she had said but she said nonetheless.][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: If you want to, I'm not stopping you, Stace. We might've broken up pretty rough, but it's not like I'll be there to watch Mom wake up. Besides, what is wrong with your throat?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ]["I haven't been doing well, myself, Jamie." She said quietly.][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What's wrong?[/glow] ~Ceno gets up slowly, holding his head because of the pounding headache he's experiencing.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: []["I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear this, Jamie. I mean you have a productive life now...probably sharing it with someone special. I'm sure they wouldn't want you worrying over your ex's problems." She exhaled deeply, and groaned loudly all of a sudden when she flopped down in to a chair.][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You're going to tell me anyway.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "How do you know?"[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Because I'm not hanging up until I find out. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][She sighed deeply and then exhaled with a shudder. "Nothing is wrong with my throat, Jamie. I'm just talking quietly."][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then what's your problem? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I'm being quiet because my daughter is asleep."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You still seem in some sort of pain.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Just upset, that's all."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Over your mom? Or is there something else?[/glow] ~He felt something else was causing her to feel a little more down than usual, and he wanted to know.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][She sounded kind of upset but she was. She couldn't hide it. "Jamie, if I tell you, then you'll never talk to me ever again."][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Just tell me. I've seen people do worse. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Jamie..." she sighed deeply and then walked over to a window to look out it, gripping it's curtains. She sighed. "Iyari Kristina...." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Yes?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Oh, what the fuck ever...she sighed softly as she thought. "She's your daughter, Jamie."[/glow] ~His face didn't change, but his voice began to shake a bit.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: I have a daughter, Stacie, that I didn't know about? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie took a deep breath and sighed. "This is why I didn't want to tell you, goddamn it. Why do you think I left the eWe when I was upset?"][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: That's not the point. Why wasn't I told? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Because we broke up, Jamie...I didn't think you'd care. I mean...hell, you're happy with someone else...She'll probably just think I'm tryign to...hurt and...destroy..." She couldn't finish her sentence. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: And I'm still single, Stacie. I've never been able to hold down any relationship. I'm so depressed that I've imagined castrating myself just so that I wouldn't have to feel forced in any way towards women. I'm not even attractive anymore. I sag everywhere, I'm an addict, I've lost muscle strength. I'm a wreck. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie took in everything he said...she shook her head. "I wont' believe it."][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then don't, because as I'm laying here in this hospital bed, I'm being pumped full of detoxifiers meant for OD victims. My life is ending. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "What City?" [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Tampa. Why? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "No reason..." ][Stacie started fidgiting around...but tried to make her movements quiet.][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Don't even think about coming, Stacie. You are going to Hamilton to check up on Mom. You are not coming to Tampa to make sure I get out of bed without assistance. I don't want you seeing me like this. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "What makes you think I was gonna..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I can hear a keyboard in the background. You're sitting with a laptop. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She blinked..."NO...no...I'm not...I'm...I'm tapping my fingernails..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: And when you lie, you tend to stutter. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "James...come on...let me come see you..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I would love to, but you have a life now with our daughter. I don't want to throw myself back into it and ruin it. It's bad enough I ruined the lives of my family. I don't need to ruin yours and Iyari's also. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Jamie, the only way you'd fuck up or screw up is that you stay out of her life. You need to do it...you should do it...if not for me, for her. There will be no questions, I'm coming." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: This isn't a question. This isn't a request. This is a demand. You are NOT to see me like this. Sure you can see me AFTER Summerslam, but not while I'm in a forced rehabilitation! [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Jamie!...How long is that away?" [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: It's in less than a week; in fact, the end of this week. I'm due to wrestle, and I'm going to wrestle, dependency or not, malnutrition or not. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "James. Listen to me. I'm going to visit you. Then you, Iyari, and I are going to go back to Hamilton to visit your mother. As a family...to tell her about Iya." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, I'm not going to fight or stop you. You do what you want to. I don't care anymore. I'm in a FUCKING HOSPITAL BED, PISSING INTO A BAG! I DON'T HAVE MUCH SAY IN FUCK ALL RIGHT NOW. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie's eyes all of a sudden swelled up in tears as she started to sob in to her hands...relentlessly.][ [/glow] ~His throat lowered to a growl as she cried, his mind racing at a mile a minute. He then sighed.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, I'm sorry. I need anger management, but the courts won't hear my case for a long while. They'll definitely put me there, because my family refuses to press charges on my mother's behalf. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I just...do you want me to be honest with you, Jamie?" [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: As brutally honest as you have to, Stacie. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Every fucking second I'm with out you, I feel myself dying even more...but I'm strong for Iya." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then why haven't you called sooner? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Do you know how hard it was to call you...now? [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Why did you fight the urge to, then? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Because you deserved to know and Iyari deserves to know her father. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then you should have called me as soon as you knew.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: This would be something we should talk about face to face. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You could've set this up months ago, Stacie. You've always known there's a place in my heart for you, no matter how bad off we get. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: You wouldn't have wanted to be there...when she...you know... [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Yes, I would've been there to see her born. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: It was videotaped. I want to lock my sister in a closet. ][Stacie chuckled uneasily.][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Taped? I'm sure the weight in the video has been dropped since then.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She deserves to be stabbed in the eye...she got so...ugh...and you have no idea. I've been to the doctors twice since.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: For counselling, or just because you want to lock your sister in a closet? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: No...because of the drastic weight loss.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Did you starve yourself?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: No. I didn't. I worked out too much. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: It's still classified as an eating disorder. Stacie, you have to be more careful![/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][She shrugged softly and sighed. "I have nothing but my daughter with me now..."][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: But ever since you had her, there's also me, because some of me is in her. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie couldn't help but smile..."That's so sweet..."][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Well, it's the truth. And you know it. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Jamie...I...*she suddenly stopped.* [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What is it, Stacie? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Jamie, I still love you with all of my heart...it pains me to see Iyari and I not in a family like it pains me to see us not together...*Stacie bit her lip and closed her eyes, waiting for yelling or...negative words to sound.* [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, I've never been happier unless you're with me, and I miss you so much. I want you there at my side again, but you avoid EWE ever since you quit because of backstage pressure. I haven't stopped loving you. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie opened her eyes a little but had a smile upon her lips from his kind words. "I will come back to EWE but...I will only be someone who is at your side. I refuse to compete there anymore..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: No. You will stay where you are and raise our daughter. I'll be by whenever I'm needed. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I want to be with you." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I want you to be safe and with our child. Besides, if I don't make Summerslam, I'll have more than plenty of time to spend with you and Iyari. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Can't we at least travel to the hotel where you're at?" [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Not all the time though. I want you to keep the money you have to make sure Iya gets good schooling. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Don't worry. I just want us to be a family again, Jamie. That's...wait...I want us to be together again...and for us to be a family..." She sighed lightly and closed her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and then felt more tears rushing to her eyes but she wouldn't let them surpass her.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I want us to be a family too. It's been so lonely nowadays. Although I have friends, I shun them, like I have in the past. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "You know I'm always there, Jamie." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I know. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I could be there in a few hours." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: If you want to, then come. Where are you living now?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie thought a moment...before she should tell him. "Well you know I originally stay in Toronto...but I'm in Georgia in a hotel room, why?"[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What are you doing in Georgia? Visiting family?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Exhaling deeply, Stacie again thought about her words. "You could say that..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Is that where the funeral is being held?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie took another deep breath and nodded, but spoke too..."Yeah...mum was born in Savannah."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I see. How is everything? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "The service was beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen...so many roses...My mom would have loved the roses..." Stacie trailed off, putting her mouth to her lips. "Everybody asked me about you...about how you felt about Iyari...and...I had to tell them that...you didn't know about her...everything has just hit me all at once..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: At least people still know my name. Have you been watching any EWE programs lately, like that Friday Night Special put on because of Summerslam?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I've been traveling place to place...I haven't had time to stop and watch television...Iyari only being a couple months old...it takes a lot of time..."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I know. How is my little baby girl?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie then turned and smiled to the little crib that was able to be packed away and traveled with when Stacie had been traveling so much. "She's asleep. She's been so tired with the traveling. I haven't been home since two days after her birth."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Well then go home. I don't want her all tuckered out when she gets to meet me. She's supposed to be awake to see her daddy. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie giggled a little and shrugged. "We're coming to see you."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Okay then.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Do you want us to? If it's a problem, I'll go back home. You don't sound all that happy." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Well I do want you to go home, but the choice is yours.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Why do you want me to go home so badly, Jamie? What's the deal?"[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: It's just that whenever I get close to you, it seems to slip away. That's why I'm always nervous and on edge. I feel incomplete without you, but scared to lose that perfection when I'm with you![/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie sighed heavily when the reality of his words sank in. She didn't know what to say or how to initially react but all she could really do is listen to what her heart says.][ Listen to me, Jamie. I'm incomplete with out you. I'm 50 % of the wholeness we have when I'm without you and I'm yearning to be whole. Why would you lose perfect when you're with me if that's what you want in the first place; to be with me...? [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I'm scared to lose you, Stacie. It's always been that way.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: You wouldn't lose me. You have to have faith in that...in what we have.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I do, but faith has always steered me poorly. My religion has failed me, my body has failed me, my mind has failed me. The only thing that has not failed me yet is my love for you.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: So let me prove my love! Let me come be by your side![/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: If you must, Stacie. But I don't want you pushing yourself too hard. How much do you weigh?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][There was a long, lengthy pause...][[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, tell me. If you're above 100 lbs like you should be, then you can come to see me. Call this your motivation.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I am 1 hundred and 28 pounds.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Are you certain? Does your phone have a camera?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Yeah it does...][Stacie thought a moment.][ Why?[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I want you to get a scale, stand on it without Iyari in your arms or anything else in that case, and take a picture of the reading on the scale.[/glow] ~Ceno's voice did not seem untrusting, but he was serious.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Rolling her eyes and take a deep breath. "Fine." Stacie walked from the window and then headed to the bathroom in the hotel she was in. Of course, after being out of the hospital, they required her to weigh herself so she could stay a healthy weight. She then whispered..."I'll call you back..." and then hung up the phone. She stepped on the scale suddenly to turn it on...there were red numbers and they were circling around until they came to be 0 - 0 - 0...Stacie then stood on it and watched as the numbers errupted in circles again. She stood still, this being critical. She looked down. 129 pounds. She then turned her phone around that was on her side clip [she put it there when she left the living room] and aimed it so the camera thing was facing her feet and scale and then snapped the shot of her feet [toenails neatly painted dark pink] and the numbers 129 at her toes. She then saved the picture, set it to be sent to James immediately.][ [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I got the picture. Stacie, I'm so sorry to put you through this. I just want to make sure you've been doing as the doctors told you. You can come to Tampa with Iyari as soon as you're ready. I'll set you up with backstage passes as soon as you let me know you're in Florida.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie jumped off the scale with a scream. She was excited. “We'll be there tonight...” [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: SH! The baby is sleeping![/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Whispering][ !! I know! I'm just saying...I'm going to pack up and we'll be there this evening.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then I'll wait until you arrive, and then get word to my boss. Get here when you can. I think I still work where I'm sure you miss me in more private instances.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Grinning.][ I'll see you there, my love... [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Just be sure to bring some of your "implements", just in case you've gotten lonely on me.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Implements? I haven't had anything to do with anything sexual since...the last time I saw you.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Oh, you didn't even take care of yourself, in that area?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: No. I figured I'd wait for you.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Wow, I never thought that you would wait that long. You shouldn't have just waited. What if we never did get back together? If I knew that, I would be so guilty that I would give you phone-sex weekly![/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Hell, I'd like that.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I know you would. Are you serious? You have no toys?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Oh I have toys - - just no reason to use them. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Well, I'll give you a reason, because right now, I'm as impotent as an old man. I was hoping maybe you could tease me to life?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Stacie's grin grew...][ Right now or when I get there?[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: When you get here. And make sure Iyari isn't around to see it.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Right...I would never...ever let her...you know...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Good, because neither would I. I want her to know what it is and what she's doing, but not because she witnessed us.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Hell no. I wouldn't be able...to comprehend myself for years if she ever...saw us... [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: That just made it worse for me, Stacie.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Just hearing your voice right now does..... ..things.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then maybe when you get here, you won't need any toys.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Smirking.][ Wow...but what do I do now?[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Pack your bags and get over here?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Smirking lightly but more seductively even tho he can't see it.][ I will do that...do I call you when I'm on the road or what?[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Call me when you feel you want to, and if you get bored on the way, and feel you need to prep for me since it's been a while, have that toy ready, and I'll be more than happy to help. Just make sure Iyari is asleep and you're quiet.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Is that the only reason you wanna see me?[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: If that was the reason, we wouldn't still be talking. It's more than just sex for me, Stacie.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I was just making sure.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Although I want to rip your shirt off, caress your subtly seductive ass, and pound you until we both screamed of sexual exhaustion.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][Moaning all of a sudden....Stacie gasped in surprise..][ hmm...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I see that the idea of such a thing has got you ready for me. What's the sexiest thing you have in your wardrobe now?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: The sexiest thing in my wardrobe...would have to be that lacy black Victoria’s Secret bra with the hot pink lace that weaves thru the waist band...and the matching panties...and the matching corset...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Wear it underneath whatever you're going to wear, and I'll be happy to make you feel sexy in it like I used to with your other clothes.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: ][grinning softly.][ I'm all packed.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then I'll see you in a couple hours?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Sure thang.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then get moving, sexy thang, and kiss my jewel for me until I see her when you get here.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I will do that sure thing, baby.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I love you, with all my heart. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: And I love you with everything I am...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I don't want to end the conversation, but I need to let you get on the road.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: It'll only take about 3 hours to get there.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then move, and I'll see you.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I will. I love you.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I love you too.[/glow] ~Ceno slowly closes the phone, and ends the conversation. His eyes brighten and shimmer as he looked out the window. He was in the corner of the room furthest from the door, and his curtain, he requested, was to be closed at all times and his visitors would have to be passed by him alone. He liked this set-up, because he needed the rest, but now, he had a reason to wake up.~
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Post by 'eWe's Gold Standard' Mr. Man on Aug 25, 2006 20:02:00 GMT -5
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Post by linzman2 on Aug 26, 2006 9:49:00 GMT -5
Scene opens up, showing IWF head announcer Jim Ross sitting in a tall, burgundy, comfortable looking chair in a darkened room. He sits there for a moment, looking at the camera before he starts to speak.
JR: Ladies and gentlemen, I have no affiliation with the EWE. However, tonight, I come by a very special request from, in my opinion, one of the EWE’s newest and brightest young stars. In all my years in sports entertainment, I have seen very few that were such a gutsy performer, great entertainer, and fierce competitor like this man. I am talking about the one and only, the man sitting right across from me, the current IWF Heavyweight Champion, ladies and gentlemen I give you…..The Linz. Hello, Linz!
The camera pans over to The Linz, who is sitting in a similar chair to JR. He is dressed in full wrestling and entrance attire, with the IWF Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder.
Linz: Hello, JR. Pleasure to see you.
JR: Pleasure to be here, Linz. Thank you for inviting me. Now first off, just out of curiosity, why did you request me to do this exclusive one on one interview?
Linz: Simply put, the male EWE announcers are morons, and the female announcers would rather fuck me then interview me. Too much sexual tension there and I don’t have that with you.
JR: Well that’s good! *both men laugh* Now, I know it doesn’t pertain anything to the EWE, but I would just like to let everyone know, that being the EWE and the IWF fans know, what is going on with that IWF Heavyweight Championship?
Linz: Well JR, I ain’t going to sugar coat it. The IWF is dead. Nothing happening there. It looks to me that Stormfront is going to have once-in-a-while Pay Per Views like he did with IWF Reunion.
JR: Are you going to be relinquishing that title?
Linz: No, I will not make that same mistake again. I thought the last time the IWF went under, that that was it for good. The IWF would never be heard of again, so I gave up the title. Then it turns out that Stormfront got the federation back up and running and making me earn that title back...
JR: Which you obviously did...
Linz: Yes, but I didn’t feel, and I still don’t feel, that I should have had to. I was the champ when the fed went under, the belt STILL had my name on it, so in my opinion, my title should have been given back to me.
JR: But besides the point, you were eliminated by Warlock at the semi-finals for the Title Tournament. Then it you earn a title shot due to some controversy, and ironically, you defeat the very man who had put you in the hospital, the man that turned on you, the man that turned one of your best friends and long time partners in Shadow against you, the man that you are now joined forces with and are asking for help. I’m talking about Nightmare.
Linz: All that doesn’t matter. Shadow made his choice. All that is in the past now, the EWE is a clean slate. Of course that little bug will bother me at the back of my brain, but I just got to deal with it. Nightmare won many battles, but I won the war. *taps the belt*
JR: Speaking of that, you mentioned about Stormfront hosting Pay Per Views, will you be putting the title on the line?
Linz: If you recall JR, Mr. Bigg earned a title shot by winning a battle royal or some damn thing...
JR: But you are now stablemates with him.
Linz: Correct.
JR: Is that not a tense situation?
Linz: The way I see it, what happens in the EWE happens in the EWE. What happens in the IWF happens in the IWF. One has nothing to do, nor affects the other. In the EWE, we are friends, allies, stablemates, and Sinister Alliance members. In the IWF, granted he is still a friend and I respect him, but he is my opponent, he is my enemy, and I will stop at nothing to keep this belt around my waist. After it’s all said and done, after the smoke has cleared, win, lose, or draw, I will return to the EWE and act like nothing happened, and I expect the same from Bigg.
JR: And what makes this match more interesting is that you two were the last two serving commissioners, right?
Linz: Right. *puts the belt down* But that’s neither here nor there.
JR: Now, Linz. I’ve been keeping track of your stint here in the EWE. You came out with a bang, winning your first three or first three of four matches. Now you’ve dropped four or five in a row. Any comments?
Linz: *getting angry* First off, one loss was because I was disqualified because some dumb fuck had to interfere, one loss was my tag team partner, who’s fucked off now, getting pinned, and another because I got knocked out. How can you blame those on me? Granted, my last two matches I lost, straight up. White Tiger and I took each other to the limit. He was just the better man that night, and I showed him the respect that he earned and deserved. James Ceno, my heart was never in that match. That was my first match...
Linz tries to recompose himself.
JR: Take your time.
Linz takes another few seconds.
Linz: ...my first match since my mother’s death. Ceno already had me beat upstairs. That match was over the second I stepped through those ropes...
JR: Now, at EWE Summerslam, is that going to be the case?
Linz: No, for a couple reasons. One being the X-Division Title, and one being the All American Title...
JR: Two titles that have eluded you in past weeks.
Linz: Got that right. And best thing about this match is that, besides Johnny Chaos, all the other men in it I’ve just been ITCHING to get my hands on. Mr. Man, since that night that that masked punk came out just when I had you and got me disqualified, that never sat right with me. I never got my rematch, but now I did. You and I have some unfinished business to get to. James Ceno, you faced the mere shell of the man they know as The Linz. At Summerslam, you will get the whole man, I hope for your sake that you’re ready for it. Oh, and Dylan North..........SORRY, Shawn Ashlocke don’t think I forgot about you for one second. During our match, I was never pinned, I never submitted. You knocked me out. Knocking a man out and beating a man are two different things. At Summerslam, there are no pins, there are no submissions, and there are no knockouts. You will not get off easy this time!
JR: You sound ready for this match!
Linz: Damn right I am! And Johnny Chaos better be ready for the ass kicking of his career too!
JR: Now, one last thing I wanted to touch on before we go, is your recent joining of the Sinister Alliance. Now, what I want to know, and what I’m sure many of your long-time fans would like to know, is that why would a man who has been known as a face, a man comparable to The Rock, a people’s champion, why would a man that has had your career choose to join the likes of the evil Sinister Alliance? Why would a man that has built his career around the love for his fans, the support of his fans, a fighting champion, why would a man like that turn his back on all of that to join a group of hooligans?
Linz: Careful, JR! That’s your boss you’re talking about!
JR: I’m well aware of that!
Linz: You see, that’s what many people have pinned wrong, JR. I haven’t turned my back on anyone. Like you said, I am a fighting champion, but I am not stupid. I know when I am fighting a war that I cannot win. I needed help, JR! I was not getting the breaks, I was not getting what I had earned, and I was not getting the respect I deserved. Some masked man came out and got me disqualified for the All American Title. I never got my rematch. Dylan North did not beat me. I deserved a rematch, but I never got it. I knew I needed help, and I made the obvious call to Stormfront. I admit that I’ve done some evil things...
JR: Evil things! Linz, you blew up a guy’s coffin at his funeral!!
Linz: Fucker deserved it!
JR: Linz, what I’m not getting is that this behaviour is NOTHING like you! I’ve worked with you for several years and this is not The Linz that I and all the fans have grown to love. This sort of behaviour doesn’t seem to flow through your veins...
Linz: How the hell do you know what flows through my veins?
JR: What the hell does that mean?
Linz: You don’t know what I’m about! You have no idea where I come from and what I’ve been through!
JR: Well then enlighten us, Linz! Let the world know about what you’ve been through and where you come from! Tell us the TRUTH about The Linz!
Linz: YOU WANT THE TRUTH?? YOU WANT THE TRUTH??? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!!
JR: Linz, I’ve been in the business a looong time, there is nothing that you can tell me that I won’t be able to handle!
Linz: You want to know? FINE!!
Linz sits back in his chair.
Linz: I remember like it was yesterday. Everything, my life was going well up until I was about four years old. My father came home drunk one night, pissed off at something. I heard him yelling when he came in the door in the middle of the night. My mom, who always waited up for him because she worried, simply stood there as he called her every name in the book, belittled her and talked to her like she was nothing more then a pile of dog shit. I don’t know why it started, and I don’t remember for how long, but it was a long time. I remember one night he came home. I was watching from my usual spot at the top of the stairs, staring through the railing. He came home, drunk as a skunk, and started ripping into my mother again. I was so proud of her; she finally stood up for herself. She told him that she had had enough and that she was taking me and we were leaving. My father stood there, dumbfounded. He tried every which way to convince her to stay, but she had already made up her mind. When he thought he ran out of options, he reared back and punched her square in the face. She dropped to the floor and started crying. He looked at her, surprised at what he just did. He then went up to bed. From that night on, the physical abuse continued. It was the cycle, he’d go out at night, get drunk, and come home and kick the shit out of mom before going to bed, but she stayed strong for my sake, always comforting me afterwards. I remember...
Linz hesitates for a moment.
Linz:...I remember the first night he hit me. He came home, ranting and raving like he usually did as I watched from my perch. He came home, yelling and screaming that he knocked some whore up. My mother broke down, yelling and screaming at him. He just stood there and took it until she wore herself out. When she did, he started beating her like never before. I had had enough. I ran down the stairs yelling and screaming at him to stop. I jumped on his back and started hitting him, but he was a huge man, and I didn’t stand a chance. He grabbed me and threw me across the room. When I tried to get up he kicked me hard in the ribs, putting me down for good. He just stood there, and then left. This continued on for sometime, most nights beating up my mom, and then taking a round at me when he felt like it. Finally one day when he was gone to work my mom took me and we left. He told her every night that if we left he’d hunt us down and kill us. We went to some shelter and stayed there for some time. My mother filed for divorce and went for sole custody. We were going to escape him forever. Unfortunately, her plan backfired...
Linz looks away.
Linz: The bastard cleaned himself up, got himself the best damn lawyer money could by, and to court we went. My mother had no job, had no lawyer, and had no way to support me. My mom didn’t stand a chance. My father ended up going for and winning sole custody...
Linz wipes a tear from his eye.
Linz: I don’t know how he did it, but I found out many years later that he forced my mother to sign over her rights. Afterwards, my father sold the car back to his friend that he had only bought to make himself look better at court. My mother had no car. He had said that he was moving to a house with one of his friends, again, only for court. My mother had no where to stay, she ended up bouncing around from place to place. What ended up happening is that we moved into this shitty place with his new crack whore girlfriend. She had already had the baby...
JR: Your brother, Justin I assume.
Linz: Right. Things were as fine as fine could be I guess for a while. They’d come home drunk and stoned every night, and have sex right in front of us. They didn’t care. They lived for them. I was the one that took care of Justin when he was a baby. I was the one that would get up in the middle of the night to feed him. Those fuckers would put us to bed at night, assuming we would be sleeping anyway, and leave. Everyone knows that baby’s don’t sleep through the night. Then they’d come home at night, either get into a fight or fuck, and then fall asleep wherever they landed. But it didn’t last. The abuse started again. One night they were fucking on the kitchen floor, and I didn’t want to, but I had to get Justin a drink or he wouldn’t sleep. Anyway, I walked into the kitchen, and there they were, on the floor fucking away. My father got up, yelling and screaming at me. I tried to tell him what I had to do, but he just knocked me to the ground and started kicking me. After he was done he heard Justin crying upstairs. He went after Justin. I tried to stop him...
Linz wipes a tear from his eye.
Linz: He kicked the shit out of a three year old boy that night. She ended up bringing him to the hospital, saying that he just fell down the stairs. My father was a very smart man in that way, he was very careful how and where he hit us. This physical abuse continued for years. As we grew up, I kept strong. I kept strong knowing my mom was out there. I kept strong for myself, and I kept strong for my little brother. My mom was strong for me, and I felt that I had to be strong for Justin. Justin, however, wasn’t doing as well. He was psycho, yet he still idolized out father. No school could keep him for more then a week. It seemed that the military might be the only alternative for him, and I think Justin planned it that way. He eventually got his wish...
Linz trails off for a moment, and then comes back.
Linz: In my teenage years, I secretly started to work out, and I joined the wrestling team. That, combined with my natural size, I was a big boy. One night, when I was about sixteen, our father came home earlier then we expected. We were still up playing video games, knowing that we would be woken up anyway. They came home, drunk as fuck, arguing. They spotted us on the livingroom couch, and started yelling and swearing. Justin made some kind of smart-ass remark, and our father went to go at Justin, but I stood in between them. I told my father to not touch Justin. My father became irate, and he kicked the shit out of me that night like never before. At one point when I was down my father spotted the hot iron that I left out because I was ironing pants for an interview the next day. My dad grabbed the iron and pressed it against my leg, screaming that it was my fault for making him mad. Obviously, I didn’t make my interview the next day...
Linz takes a deep breath.
Linz: From that night on, the beatings got worse. The bigger we got, the worse the abuse was. You’ve seen all those scars on my body, JR? You remember that I’ve told everyone that they’re all wrestling related? I’ve been lying. Maybe three or four are wrestling related. The rest are from that bastard. But during this time, I stayed strong, but Justin got worse. He would go around, drinking and doing drugs, beating people up all the time. He was turning into our father. We both hit the gym, I continued with the wrestling team, and I joined up with backyard wrestling. Justin eventually joined up too, and was quickly the most feared backyard wrestler in the city. I could have moved out when I turned eighteen, but I didn’t want to leave Justin alone to face our father’s wrath alone. Finally one night, Justin was seventeen and I was twenty one or twenty two, we sat on the couch. We waited there all night long. We waited until that mother fucker came home. We sat there in silence, replaying sixteen years of abuse in our heads. Finally at around four in the morning, we heard them swearing and giggling up the driveway. We both stood up, ready for them to walk in. She came in first, her shirt off. He shoved her to the floor. She turned and seen us. He came in shortly after and asked what the fuck we were doing up. Justin told him to fuck off. The old man instantly became irate and came at Justin, but I levelled that fucker *Linz puts up his fist* right square in the jaw, knocking his ass to the floor. We started kicking the shit out of him, and I tell you JR, it never felt so good. She came at us, but Justin back handed her, knocking her to the floor. That night JR, we spent the rest of the night torturing that fucker. We broke every single one of his fingers and toes. We took a blow torch and welded his asshole shut...
JR starts to uneasily shift in his chair.
Linz: We did unspeakable things to him that night, things that I can’t even bring myself to speak about. He begged for mercy the whole time, but we never showed him one ounce of it. We kept reminding ourselves of the hell that this bastard put us through for almost our entire lives. After hours of torturing him, he begged us to stop. We finally agreed to stop. Justin walked over to the couch and pulled out a set of post hole diggers that our father brought home from work. I stepped on the fucker’s throat and bent down real close. I spit on his face and told him to rot in hell. Justin then lifted up the post hole diggers and rammed them through that fucker’s head. We killed our father that night...
JR’s face drops.
Linz: I remember what Justin said to me. He lifted up the post hole diggers and took a look at them. He turned to me and said "I’m gonna get these fuckers gold plated"
JR gasps.
Linz: That’s right, JR. Those gold plated post hole diggers that Justin has been carrying around for years are the ones that we killed our father with.
JR: *after a few moments* Weren’t you convicted?
Linz: For a very long time JR, Justin and I taped, video recorded, written down, basically documented as much as we could all the abuse that our father put us through. The prosecution argued that we were setting our father up, but the judge wouldn’t hear it. It was a pretty much open and shut case. The jury found us not guilty based on temporary insanity and some abuse syndrome bullshit. We went to live with my mom for a while before going out on our own.
JR: Why did you wait so long to do something? Why didn’t you say something??
Linz: I had secretly been emailing my mother from school. My father often threatened that if we told anyone that he would kill my mom, so we obviously didn’t say anything, wanting to save mom. She supported me through the entire time. We waited so long because we wanted to make sure that we would finish it...
JR: Linz..........I didn’t know..............I’m so sorry.........
Linz: And that’s what makes my mother’s death that much worse. She was the one person that gave me the strength to get through and survive what I did. I come back with much anger and hatred, and come Summerslam, Johnny Chaos, Mr. Man, Shawn Ashlocke and James Ceno will all suffer pain. They will all get hurt, they will all bleed, they will all suffer, and that’s the way it’s gonna be, says the L, the I, the N, and the Z...
JR: Thank you folks for joining in. This is good ol’ JR. Goodnight.
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Post by 'eWe's Gold Standard' Mr. Man on Aug 26, 2006 21:37:38 GMT -5
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Post by kaboom on Aug 26, 2006 22:17:04 GMT -5
~James Ceno was restless for the three hours that Stacie said she would take, but he realized that the three hours ran out. He hoped it was just traffic that was keeping her, but he had no way of knowing. His cell went dead too, so he could not call her. His mind was racing and random negative images slipped into his daydreams while he lay there. Every image frightened him as he squirmed to get them out. The nurses tried to ask what was wrong from behind the curtain, but he said nothing except, "She's coming. Watch the waiting room!" They rushed out, feeling he needed a doctor, but something about his voice persuaded them otherwise. It was not a drug-induced hallucination; he was serious.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: It was Traffic that had Stacie Sinnex and Iyari Sinnex sitting in the 1999 Candy Apple Red Pontiac Grand Am on a highway just outside the hospital. Traffic was a bitch...it was 5 pm, people were getting off work, and they wanted home. Stacie just wanted to be with James. Ever since she found out about his situation, she felt compelled to talk to him and worry for him...she had tried to call him about six times now, getting his voice mail each time...and then eventually gave up and sighed softly. Traffic moved rather slowly but in under an extra hour or so, Stacie was parking her car, getting the stroller where Iyari could stretch out and lay down in, put a blanket, pillow, and the visor over it so the sun wouldn't get to her. The pillow and blanket were white and silky and felt soft...they both matched with white in the middle, and frilly out around the perimeter. Her name was written in the corner of both items in Cursive: Iyari. Stacie pushed her two month old baby daughter in to the hospital, requested that someone tell her where James Ceno's room was, and when she got the room assignment, she was on her way. She went to an elevator...took it up until she got to the right floor and then when she did, she shakily hesitated... After a moment of thought, she knocked. [/glow] ~The door is opened for Stacie by one of the nurses, who leaves her and Ceno alone.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Who's there?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie hesitated...hearing his voice with her ears in person was different than over the phone. They were less than 10 feet away from each other now.... Stacie closed her eyes and then took a deep breath. "A stranger..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: It sure doesn't sound like a stranger to me. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Oh yeah...who does it sound like?[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: The love of my life.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie couldn't help to smile...he was such a romantic...and she loved it. "And his daughter."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Yes, I forgot. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie nodded slowly. "It's alright...I'm not expecting anything...from it..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Come here. I want to see you.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie chuckled surprisingly, and then bent over to pick up Iyari ][who was dressed in a little white and pink outfit and had a matching baby headband with pink lace woven thru it and tied at a bow on the side neatly][ and held her close to her body. Stacie's left hand covered Iya's bum and her right held her head so she was securely holding her daughter. Stacie walked in but stopped at the curtain and the only thing see was the bottom of Stacie's jeans that flared out over two black Sketchers.[/glow] ~Ceno watches her, waiting for her.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: What's wrong? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I'm just a bit nervous...." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I haven't changed that much. I do have needles under my skin, but I'm not that bad.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Then out of the side, James could see a hand...kinda boney but it was kinda normal of her hand, but it was tan...pull back the curtain and then there stood Stacie Sinnex; she had long blond hair that went down her back, it was straight and had her black sunglasses resting in her hair behind her earlobes. Her blue eyes looked at him widely...she was scared...she held Iya against her in her arms. Iyari's head rested against Stacie's chest that was covered with a black wife-beater like shirt that had a silver star on it. She was also wearing hip hugging pants that rested at her hips and below her navel where her normal silver ring was. And sketchers were on her feet. She just stared at James...not knowing what to say as she held her tiny daughter in her arms [/glow] ~His eyes sharpen, but he doesn't say anything. He holds his arms out to hug her and Iyari.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Come over here. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Are you sure ... ?" Stacie said as she walked over to him. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Yeah I am. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie stepped forward to him with Iyari..."I just don't want you to get in trouble..." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I'm not going to get into any trouble because you're here. Don't worry. You're more help than harm, so you're more than welcome to be here [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Smiling lightly, Stacie walked over and stood close to James's bed with Iyari in her arms..."That's so nice..." [/glow] ~Ceno sits up and takes both women into his arms.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie smiled as she felt secure being next to James again...She turned so she sat a bit on the bed and held Iyari in a cradle-like position so she was in the middle of her and James and James coudl get a better look at her.[/glow] ~Looking at Iyari, he smiles, then looks to Stacie, his smile disappearing a bit.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: You seem smaller. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I...am..." she whispered as her eyes were still upon her tiny daughter. She exhaled deeply, and brushed her hand lightly over her head. [/glow] ~Ceno strokes Stacie's arm gently, feeling in her a fragileness she never had before. He now knew she lied about it just being exercise. There had to be something else.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Did you just overload on exercise, Stacie?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She nodded, looking at him. "It happens, doesn't it?"[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Not regularly. What are your meals like? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Not very big." Stacie said bluntly. She wasn't going to lie about how she ate only like a spoonful of mashed potatoes and a small hamburger ever so often...and that's when she went out for dinner.[/glow] ~Ceno sighs, shaking his head.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: If only I knew how to cook, I would get your weight back up and give you the energy to hit the gym without looking anorexic. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I can't help it....*Stacie whispered as her eyes fell upon Iyari again.*[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, I'm going to help you get some meat back on your bones if you help me kick the painkillers.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie slowly looked at him.~ I’d do anything for you.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: As I will for you, Stacie. I remember the old you: vivacious and full of life. You seem to be a shell of your former self.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: A lot about me has changed...*She whispered.* [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What else has changed? [/glow] ~Ceno reached for her sunglasses.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I don't know if I'm the same person I was 11 months ago...my attitude has changed."[/glow] ~He slowly slides the sunglasses from her face.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: How has your attitude changed, Stacie?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I guess I let people walk all over me now..."[/glow] ~Ceno's eyes widen at hearing this.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, what has happened to you? What happened to your independence? Who were you with after me? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She then got off of the bed, handing him Iyari and made sure he had hold of Iyari when she stood up. "I don’t want to talk about it..." She walked away a little from the bed and crossed her arms. [/glow] ~Holding Iyari close to his chest, his heartbeat quickened. His blood pressure steadily rose, but it was healthy. No nurses came in. Iyari slowly wakes up and looks at Ceno, puzzled but comfortable. She goes right back to sleep. Ceno smiles, but looks back to Stacie with a stern face.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, you can't hide this from me. Obviously this guy abused you, so who was it? I want to know so I can figure out how to get you back to the way you used to be. You know how I hate seeing weakness, and I will not let you appear weak. I still see strength in you, Stacie Sinnex, and I intend to bring it out of you once more.[/glow] ~He kept his voice down so the baby doesn't awaken, but even with his voice sounding as threatening as it did, Iyari only cooed.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie looked at James, her eyes watering up. "It was a couple months...after I left...and he abused me...I was in the hospital for a week with a twisted wrist and a concussion...and ever since then I've been..."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You've played submissive to him. Did he ever rape you? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: That's how I got a twisted wrist and concussion. [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Son of a... Stacie, I'm going to nurse you back to health physically, mentally and emotionally. How did he do it? Did he maul that sweet butt of yours? [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Do we have to talk about this?*Stacie closed her eyes, and put her hands over her face.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Because that fine buttocks is mine to maul.[/glow] ~He smirks, winking at her although she didn't see it.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: I hate seeing you in this condition, Stacie. I'm going to be so focused on getting you better that I'll be bound to get better myself.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: You're more important than I...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Say that again and you can leave. You are just as important to me as I am to you and that's how it should be, with Iyari as our #1 priority.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: You're right...I know you're right...I just don't know what to do...baby...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You will get healthy, and I will nourish you. You will eat three square meals a day. You will exercise for a couple hours a day after lunch. You will do whatever you have to with the baby, and you will no longer neglect yourself as a human because as long as I have a say, I will make sure you balloon back up to a healthy weight. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie looked back at James with widened eyes...."What about your health...?"[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: I'll be too busy getting you back to health to take my medication. I might have a similar condition to Davey Boy Smith, but my back ain't broke. I'm in perfect health otherwise; except for starving the past couple weeks because of the numbing of my stomach. I'll be fine, as will you.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "You will take your goddamn medication..." Stacie said, pointing at him almost discipline-like.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: The medication ran out weeks ago, Stacie.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "When do you get out of here?" [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: As soon as I get better, Stacie, then I'm released. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She nodded slowly and then walked back over to his side and looked down at their sleeping daughter.*[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, I am getting you back to your old weight. If you get a little chubby, oh well, but at least you're healthy. If you cry more because you've bottled up so much and you need to release it, my shoulder will always be there with a towel. If you need to expand your mind, I'll pay for another round of college if you need it.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Jamie...That's not necessary...*She looked at him and smiled softly, putting her left hand on his left cheek and leaned in to kiss his right cheek.*[/glow] ~He kisses her right cheek as she kisses him, and he takes his right arm from under Iyari to hug her, Iyari resting safely in his left arm. He smiled as he kept her tight and close, smelling her scent.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: You still have that perfume, the one that turns me on, don't you?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I do..."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Well, I don't know what's keeping me down: the baby or the detox.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Keeping you down? *Stacie raised her eyebrows.*[/glow] ~He winks with a grin.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Yeah... DOWN.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie's eyes widened now, knowing what he was talking about..."I see...."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Yeah.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: )(Stacie looked down to Iyari and smiled softly. "She's cute...")([/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Yeah, she is. She has more of her mother in her.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *Stacie looked up at James..."You haven't changed a bit."*[/glow] ~He smiles and shrugs.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: It keeps you coming back for more, doesn't it?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Is that sarcasm?" She stuck her tongue out and grinned.[/glow] ~He smirks, but doesn't reach to pull her in for a kiss, not wanting to disturb the baby.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "It's not like...we can just put her somewhere..."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Actually, there's a temporary bassinet placed by the window. No one is allowed in anyway.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "What are you implying?"[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: If you feel like rekindling the fire, I can oblige.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "I feel like it always but not here." [/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Okay, Stacie. This will be your call. When I'm out, maybe after Summerslam we can restart the fire.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: We can always become a couple again ... we don't need to be like sexing it up while you're in the hospital.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Okay, fine, you win that one. We can wait. It's just that I'm just excited.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Me too...*She looked at James and then looked down to Iyari.*[/glow] ~Gently stroking the baby's cheek, Ceno watches Stacie.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She looks unsure all of a sudden and then walked around the bed, staring out the window. She put a hand to her face and sighed, unsure.*[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Stacie, as long as you don't want to, I won't. You know you have a choice with me. Besides, we have something a little more important and a little more precious to be cuddling with.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Yes I know but doesn't mean we can't cuddle... either ..."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then cuddle with me you silly woman.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: What about Iyari?[/glow] ~Ceno takes this into consideration, minding the instruments hooked up to his body.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Actually, there are too many wires and tubes. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She nods and remained by the window. She looked outside the window and saw the other parts of the hospital building and the helipad on the top of the other building*[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: What's on your mind, Stace?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She didn't look back at him or say anything. She just heaved a deep sigh. There was a little sill upon the window and then sat there, turning her head to still glimpse out the window.[/glow] ~Slowly moving, Ceno gets out of bed, and takes hold of his IV stand. He walks over to her with a limp, having left Iyari on the warm, soft bed.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: I can't help if I don't know anything.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She turned her head, hearing him get up from the bed and then walk over to her slowly. "Get back in the bed, James. You're a patient..."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: But I'm impatient about finding out what is troubling my love.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *Stacie then stood up and looked at James. Her eyes looked a bit gray, as if they had lost their coloring a little due to how sick she was before. She stared at him...she never felt more fragile than she did at this moment.* [/glow] ~Immediately sensing her grief, Ceno moves closer and kisses her, his lips touching hers as he pulls her in for a hug.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Before Stacie could hesitate, she found herself returning the kiss and hug that James had given her and then just stood there in his arms, a place she had not been in a long while.*[/glow] ~After breaking the kiss, he pulls her in closer, keeping her firm in his arms while trying not to break her fragile body.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: I am here for you, through thick and thin, no regrets.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: Stacie looked at him and then turned her head, licking her lips. "I have a question."[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Ask, and you shall be answered.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I don't know if I can ask you.[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You can ask me.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: I think we should wait until we're both well...[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: Then I'll expect you to ask when we are of better health.[/glow] ~Unashamed of himself, Ceno loses the dressing gown given to him by the hospital, and gets a pair of his own pants on.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: That's better. [/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She smirked softly. "I thought you were going to strip for me..."*[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: You did say you didn't want to sex it up in the hospital.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: "Doesn't mean this couldn't be a strip tease..." She looked around..."Is there a radio in here?" [/glow] ~Ceno walks back towards the door, and emerges with a CD player.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Does this tickle the fancy?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: She grins. "You're lucky I had put my CDs in the stroller pocket at the back when I go walking with Iyari."[/glow] ~Without a moment's hesitation, Ceno walks over to a regular wall outlet and plugs in the CD player.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Grab a CD, and let the nature flow.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *Stacie walked over to the stroller that was parked outside the closed curtain and then rummaged around a bit and then walked back to the CD player and then put the cd in. The first song that played started out in a silly beat...but it had a great beat none the less. She then stepped inside the curtain, moving her hips and body to the beat, and had her hands at the bottom her shirt as she started to sing too... "I've been thinkin', blinkin', and drinkin', tryin' ta get to youuuuu and dat booty....youuuuuu and dat booty...." *[/glow] ~Ceno smiles, watching her dance. It's been a while since she last did this, and his trackpants told the story as they already started to pitch a tent.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Oh baby, you remembered.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She grinned, nodding slowly as her shirt lifted and found it's way to the floor, revealing the black and pink laced Victoria's Secret Bra.*[/glow] ~He smiled, watching her take off her shirt. Aside the ribs showing against her skin very easily, she was a symbol of Ceno's sexuality and his reason to be.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Keep it going you damn sexy thing.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She smirked, walking over to him and then turned her back to him as her back was pressed up to his chest suddenly. She stopped as the song stopped and changed to one they sure as hell should be familiar with...it was a woman's slow song..."Late at night when all the world...is sleeping...I stay up and think of you..." There were deep breaths slowly exhaling from Stacie's lips.*[/glow] ~Ceno stops entirely, and tears well up in his eyes. This song he remembered all too well: Selena's "Dreaming of You (Tonight)", their song.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: St-Stacie, you kept it?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She nodded, taking another breath...* Of course I did...it's our song...[/glow] ~Immediately, his arms wrap around her waist, and Ceno hugs her. His erection might have poked up into her, but he ignored it completely as the song played on and he held onto her.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *As he had held her, her arms laid over his and his hands were over his at her midsection. She closed her eyes, humming at first...but then words sort of came out as she sang along with Selena..."Cuz I'm dreaming...of you tonight, till tomorrow and for all of my life...and there's no where in this world I rather be...than here in my room, dreaming of you here with me..."*[/glow] ~He hummed it quietly to himself, but he didn't sing it. He just sat there, his arms around her waist.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *After a while, the song went off and she found herself feeling tears sliding down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do but she took a deep breath and pulled away from him. When she heard "With Arms Wide Open" play, she walked over and sat on the hospital bed, watching her baby daughter sleep.*[/glow] ~He smiles, knowing this was, in particular, his song. Ceno instinctually picked up the words.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Well I just heard/ The news today./ It seems my life/ Is going to change./ I close my eyes,/ Begin to pray,/ Then tears of joy/ Stream down my face.[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *She smiled to herself, not looking back at him but she let her tears flow and then laid down on her side, stroking her index finger of her left hand over the soft hand of her daughters.*[/glow] ~He couldn't say another word. His emotions were torn in two, but his tears were happy, something they haven't been in years. He looks to Iyari and Stacie, and he curls up, sobbing into his hands.~
[glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: *Stacie lightly scooped Iyari in her arms and whispered, "Baby, if I had just one wish...only one demand...I hope you're not like me...I hope you understand...that you can take this life...and hold it by the hands, and you can great the world...with arms wide open.. "...And then looked over to James...*[/glow] ~He was still crying, but when he looks up at Stacie, his smile is from ear to ear as the tears are uncontrollable.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Where have you been all my life?[/glow] [glow=pink,3,500]Stacie: In the back of your mind, perhaps? Oh, and in Georgia, Toronto, Hamilton, Virginia, New York, and Sydney. *She smiled lightly and then walked over to James with the baby Iyari in her arms.*[/glow] [glow=red,3,500]James: But now you're in my arms and I'm never going to let you go.[/glow] ~He pulls her onto his lap and hugs her tightly, hugging Iyari close too.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: Thank you for coming back.[/glow] ~Suddenly, as Ceno was hugging his topless ex-girlfriend, Sean burst through the door. He sees Ceno, red-eyed, and he tilts his head.~
Slug: Stacie Sinnex? What happened to you? You look…small.
[glow=red,3,500]James: Sean, please get to the point.[/glow] Slug: Piper is outside and he’s trying to get in, but he’s not allowed, but they let me in, figuring that I would be better to see since I’m one of your friends. But Piper is drilling it to me to see if you’re set for Summerslam, since it’s only in a couple hours. Are you alright?
~Slowly letting Stacie up, making sure Iyari is okay, Ceno stands tall and strong, pulling the needles out of his skin slowly. He picks up his duffel bag, and pulls out the pills. He smiles at them, and tosses them into the trash, pitching them over his shoulder. Plastic on metal sounds as the pills go in.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: The Firestorm is set, prepped, and fff…[/glow] ~He looks to Stacie, who has Iyari’s ears covered. She nods for him to continue.~
[glow=red,3,500]James: As I was saying, THE FIRESTORM IS SET, PREPPED, AND FUCKING READY TO KICK SOME FUCKING ASS![/glow] ~The scene closes thusly.~
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Post by JOHNNY FK'N CHAOS on Aug 27, 2006 17:20:03 GMT -5
EXTREME ENVIRONMENT
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Post by 'eWe's Gold Standard' Mr. Man on Aug 27, 2006 18:31:59 GMT -5
Well, before you read this, I hope you know this was fun to roleplay for. On a side note I find it funny that the guy everyone expected to win hasn't roleplayed yet. Well anyways, enjoy. Welcome to SummerSlam!
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