Reaching into his pocket Wolf pulls out a small package of Marlboro's. He pops the lid and pulls out a single cigarette. He places the cigarette in between his lips then sparks the end with a zippo lighter. He smiles from afar as he watches Noish pour the gasoline all over the floor. Suddenly a bug flies right into Wolf's eye causing him to cuss and drop the lit cigarette on the floor.
Workers looked from the remodeling work that was being done bringing it to a stop when they saw two looming figures standing in the doorway of the Gt building surveying the place. While the workers were big, Rage and Nobody were alot bigger, and armed as if they had come to do some demolition work of their own. Both men had chosen two sledges that they rested on their shoulders to bring with them.
"So this is the famous GT"
"Pretty cool place, let's go invade their orifices"
"After you haha"
Striding with purpose, Rage and Nobody made a visual sweep of the place, makin' mental notes where everything was or would be when they encountered a security guard who didn't seem too happy to see them.
Nobody and Rage looked at each other then grinned before Rage strode forward.
"Yo my good man, where can we find the owner of this fine establishment?"
"Yea, we have an appointment with the guy and can't find our directions"
"Next floor up"
"Thanks man and do you happen to know where the cafeteria is?"
"One floor down"
"Thanks again amigo"
"Haha great, let's go there first"
"We should go find out whose in charge"
Rage relented but his eyes kept drifting over to the elevator heading down and then the stairwell. Nobody had noticed but chose to keep to the plan, that is till he heard a growl coming from Rage.
"What's wrong?"
"It wasn't me mang, it was him" Rage indicated by glancing down.
"Get serious you were banging Debbie and Denise this morning"
"Twice haha but not him"
Nobody gave Rage another odd look then Rage laughed again.
"Him, my stomach growled. Can't drink that much beer and not get hungry"
"Yea i'm kinda hungry too. Okay we make this quick then go see Joe"
"Deal"
With food within reach, Rage strode a bit faster alongside Nobody. The sooner they met with this guy, the sooner they'd go lookin' for Joe and sample the man's culinary masterpieces.
The Buddy Club HQ, formerly GTWF Owners Office, sits on the top floor of GTWF Towers and inside sits Frying Pan Joe and all The Buddies listening to the Nobody Better or Greater for Strings in C Minor, waving his hands in the air, conducting an imaginary orchestra. Suddenly Joe’s relaxation time is over as alarms begin blaring out in the Buddy Club and a big red light begins to spin around...
The Buddy Club Defence System 5000 has been triggered, and the tables and desks revolve to reveal lots of flashing lights and buttons and screens...Joe watches the screens as Nobody and Rage walk along the corridor...
Frying Pan Joe: Time to test out this baby....Buddy! Devin! Battle stations!
Buddy and Devin leap into their seats, holding a trigger in one hand and looking at a screen with Nobody and Rage in their crosshairs...
Frying Pan Joe: Fire!!!
As they begin firing....something happens....Noish walks up to Nobody and Rage....he is hit with the missiles from the Buddy Turrets, splatting him in the back with tiny bread bullets....Noish is down...
Noish: ...friend???
Frying Pan: Damn! Using one of our own as a human shield...cunning! Devin deploy the HindenPan!
Devin grabs a small inflatable zeppelin and pushing it out of the door... Joe uses it to navigate the halls towards Rage and Nobody...Grinning madly...
Frying Pan Joe: Muahaha! Here we go!
Devin: What’s going to happen?
Coachy: It has a bomb on it doesn’t it?
Frying Pan Joe: No, even better!
The zeppelin floats up to Rage and Nobody....they stop and look at it...it has a small note attached to it...it reads ‘follow me’, they look at each other... but ignore it!
Frying Pan Joe: Foiled again! I was going to get them to follow the zeppelin out of the arena and then shut the doors! These guys are good! Devin, what other toys do we have to use?
Devin: Something truly horrible....a weapon of mass destruction...
Frying Pan Joe: What?
Devin: Something so terrifying that people will gauge their own brains out at the sight!!
Frying Pan Joe: oO?
Devin: A LIFESIZE CARDBOARD CUT OUT OF DAN MCMAHON!!!
Frying Pan Joe: The Horror!!! Dare I use it? I’ll surely be tried for crimes against humanity!
Devin: They’re almost here!
Joe grabs the ultimate weapon and sticks it in front of the Buddy Club’s door... he writes a littler note and sticks it on Dan’s chest...it reads ‘Dan says you must be under this tall to enter’... The Buddies watch on the monitor as Rage and Nobody get to the cut out...
Rage: Who’s this clown?
Nobody: No idea...
They push Dan out of the way...the buddies cannot believe it!
Coachy: I don’t believe it!
Frying Pan Joe: My God! This cannot be!
Devin: RUN AWAAAAY!
Devin dives headfirst out of the window! Rage and Nobody knock on the door...Frying Pan Joe and The Buddies are done for DWF’s invaded the GTWF! All is lost!
Frying Pan Joe: This is it...Buddies...unite! We die together!
Nobody and Rage stepped through the door and watched as a body went flying through the window, sending shards flying in every direction. Looking at each other then at the group that stood together with confused expressions
"Haha we're just in time for a party!"
The seven footer strode in, producin' two pints of JD from his back pockets.
"Hell yea! Who we throwin' out next?" Nobody half snarled, half laughed catchin' one of the bottles Rage tossed him.
"How 'bout that guy right there?"
All eyes followed Rage's line of vision leadin' them to right to Buddy.
"I don't want to die!!" Buddy protested and started for the window till Nobody caught him by the back of the shirt.
"Die? What die? We were goin' to offer you some Jack man. Here have some of Tennesee's best" Nobody insisted, pouring some of the whiskey down the man's throat.
"Haha you have to swallow it all in one swig"
Rage laughed, takin' a healthy gulp from his then letting out a slow hiss. "Great stuff"
"So..." Nobody grinned, glancing around then fallin' back on Frying Pan Joe "Let us get this straight, you're the leader of Gt and a world class chef?"
"That's right"
"C'mon man, tell him why we're here" Rage chimed back in. Nobody took a swig of his bottle then switched into his best Marlon Brando impersonation, complete with Brando's mannerisms.
"Joe, my friend, we'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse"
And there he was outside of the building when fans rushed over wonder if he jumped ship. They clamoured and screamed at his presance.
" Oh my God when did you join this company?"
Wyld in his typical gear of a black dress shirt, baggy jeans from his Wyld-Wear line complete with work boots wallet chain and rollex watch grinned when he took the pen and papers.
Singing them he scribbled his name and they all looked on with glee, " No I have't signed on just here to look at the ones trying to keep up with the competition. I'm looknig forward to a one day meeting with that fat ass Juggernaut."
A fan of Juggies stood up to Wuld and spouted, " He's not fat. He'll crush you where you..."
" He'll be stopped like all of them. I'm not gonna talk crap about these folks here. They're all talented and top teir contenders. I wish I joined this company long before I ended up in DWF because I'd be facing off with these guys and doing what I do best."
They clamoured at seeing THE best DWF offered today. Autographs being signed Wyld smiled and looked over his shoulder seeing more fans rush over.
" Oh my God I can't believe you ditched that shitty elitist fed and came here!"
" I'm still with them. I came by to simply scout competition."
He signed on and enjoyed the attention. But then the halls of GTWF never expected to see a face like Wyld's pop up here and he savored every moment. The Alpha Dog made his presance known and he was about to do more because he was looking for someone.
The door opens...revealing none other then.....SEXRETARY KELLYKELLY!!
Kelly: Hi!
She's quickly pushed out of frame by an angry Guy Fierce!!!! DWF VICE PRESIDENT!
Guy: Hey...this isn't starbucks...
Maria: It doesn't look like it..it looks more like a wrestling establishment of some kind. Perhaps the fabled TCW?
Guy: Oo!!
KellyKelly: What's that?
Guy: Long story...but the story I'd like to know is...what happened to the starbucks!!! I NEED MY LATTE!!
It's just then that GTWF superstar Devin runs by carrying a box...
Guy: Hmmm?
Followed shortly afterward by a giant beast of a man...also carrying an assortment of boxes...
Guy: Nice Juggs....
KellyKelly: Thank you.
Guy: Oo?
KellyKelly: Looks like somebody is moving in.
Guy: Or maybe moving back in!!!
KellyKelly: Same thing.
Guy: I wonder...
Guy advances in the ashes of the former starbucks....heading towards where Devin and that gigantic fellow ran off to..opening the doors to the back area....Guy Fierce realizes what has happened!!!
Guy: THEY STOPPED RENTING OUT THE PLACE TO THE STARBUCKS!! AND PLAN TO RE-OPEN!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Falling to his knees Guy screams out into the heavens....
KellyKelly: Didn't you use to run gtwf?
Guy: Yes..
KellyKelly: Then isn't it a good thing that it's come back?
Guy: Yeah but I'm also the one who worked out the deal to rent out the front to starbucks.....as stated before...I NEED MY LATTE!!!
It's then that Maria hands Guy a Latte
Guy: Oo? WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?
Maria: There's a coffee machine right there...
Guy: Oh well then...all is well...
KellyKelly: YIPEE!!
the sexretaries being to jump up and down in celebration...bouncing to and fro in glee...
Guy: Reaallly good Latte....much better then the one we get over at the DWF office...hoooold on a second.....I HAVE AN IDEA!!!
Maria: I had one of those once...
KellyKelly: ME TOO!!
Guy: This FPJ fellow certainly couldn't have sprung this all by himself....DWF must be floating him some money or materials...
KellyKelly: What makes you say that?
Guy: That camera right there with DWF on the side...
KellyKelly: Oo!!
Guy: Surely they'll need a representative of the DWF....to ensure things run smoothly...yes...I think that's a job for me!!!
Maria: Eh?
Guy: I'll iron out the details later...for now it just means Im taking my office back...I wonder if my cheese collection is still there!!
With that the trio head towards Guy's GTWF office...
“War does not determine who is right - only who is left”
In the midst of the night the moon looks down upon Earth not knowing what deeds will come this eve, no-one on this planet know, all but one that is. The slow drizzle outside has sent everyone around the area inside, it’s a horrible night, the vagrants all bustle inside derelict buildings and the rich sit in the comfort of their secure and warm rooms. A bolt of lightning lights the sky up for a brief second, illuminating the monster that lurks the world below, The Juggernaut, last seen destroying ex-GTWF celebrities in a DWF ring a week ago., what business has he here in this city?
The monstrous figure strides with unerring pace, not once does his pace slow or speed up, even over the rough terrain it does not falter at all, he is almost machine like in his motion, some unstoppable machine programmed never to stop, never to fail, never to slow, never to give in. He has seen these streets before, a few years ago now but these streets remain the same, unlike the building he stands in front of, this building is no more, gone are the spotlights that shone into the sky, no more are the neon signs that lit up the darkness…a building that is locked down, and out of business… a once world famous venue and arena…
GTWF
What has become of it? It’s descent is infamous, ownership that was always shrouded in controversy, falling audiences, failing crowds, superstar mutinies, it was never a more true rags to riches to rags story. What of it now? The building where it all happened is owned by celebrity chef and ex-GTWF star Joseph Ulysses, more commonly known as Frying Pan Joe. Stock and rights are no more, a good number of stars now owned and property of DWF; it’s glorious days are gone, only a fleeting memory of many a wrestling fan the GTWF is dead. Usually dead is such a finite term but tonight, tonight it is all relative, and as the DWF preaches the dead, sometimes…just sometimes they don’t stay dead for long.
The Juggernaut stands in front of the GTWF arena, at the end of the street, he looks down on it, there is a faint glow of light inside the arena, a wry smile sweep across The Juggernaut’s face, a sinister deathly grin from such a figure is never a good sign, he strides forwards towards the gates of the GTWF, they are slightly open, he doesn’t even bother to push them open, simply walking straight through them, bashing them open with him massive paws, they creak and groan as they slam against the walls. Two giant chains hang from the top of the doors to the bottoms, they pose no problem as Juggernaut simply rips them asunder, tossing them behind him as he goes…
The inside of the GTWF is not what you would expect it to be, it is not in disrepair, there are not plants growing out of the ground, it is pristine, the whole of the inside looks exactly as it did in it’s pomp, a throwback to the way it was yesteryear. A whole bunch of GTWF staff are milling around the arena, all busying themselves with their own tasks, some are cleaning others are busy mending things and at the top of the stairs there is a TV screen, it shows the inside of the arena, a figure stands in the centre of it…
Juggernaut launches himself into an unstoppable march, a few employees get in the way, they are swiftly brushed aside, knocked back and down to the floor by this monster, he finds himself striding down the ramp in a matter of minutes…such a familiar walk, a walk that has never seen him return defeated, never seen retrace these steps with him at a loss. In the centre of the ring is a familiar figure, overseeing the GTWF workers…he turns around…it’s Devin Reilly!
“Yes, that’s it everyone we’re almost done here!”
He turns around to see the abomination stood at the bottom of the ramp, he holds his hands up in the air in protestation, waving his arms to signal Juggernaut to come no further. Juggernaut stands motionless surveying the area…
“Listen Juggernaut, I’m glad Joe convinced you to get on board but I’ll be honest you’re mad, you’re a loose cannon. The GTWF is back and we’re gunning for DWF but you…you’re…”
Juggernaut steps forwards, holding onto the middle ring rope ready to hoist himself into the ring…he stops as he watches Devin leap backwards stopping in mid sentence… Juggernaut grins, an evil demented grin wiping over his twisted face…Juggernaut lets go of the ring rope and turns his head, looking back at the titantron…it reads…
This message has been edited by Nombear on Jul 31, 2008 12:23 AM
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