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A nice chat with Shawn
Topic Started: Feb 11 2005, 05:22 PM (77 Views)
Willie
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OOC: I hope you don't mind me mentioning your character, Craig.

We open on our resident fatboy, Shawn "Wheezy" Ayres, waddling down the hall with a microphone in his hand. He turns behind him to address a ring-monkey.

"Have you seen Orion Oldriod anywhere? I'm trying to get an interview with him before my big date tonight. It's gonna be awesome."

The grinning Ayres quickly looks crestfallen.

"No, Shawn, I haven't seen him. And quit kidding yourself. Last time you had a 'big date' it turned out to be the wife of the leader of the Hell's Angels, and you got your ass kicked afterwards."

Shawn flips the Monkey a finger and keeps on movin', but what he doesn't see is Nightmare, crouching on a box, watching Ayres like a panther watches a fat sow. Across from him, but equally concealed, is Onikage, a caustically psychotic grin tattooed on his masked mug. Ayres reaches the corner and turns..

"Boo." Nightmare says, and Ayres jumps in fright. He backs up, shaking like a leaf, and bumps right into Kage, making Shawn yelp in fright again.

"So..you're looking for Orion, are you?" Nightmare asks Shawn, and he stutters for a full minute before answering. "Yeah..I-I-I am..So what!?"

Nightmare grins, looking over Shawn's head at his equally grinning partner.
"Well....So are we. Small world, eh? Everybody seems to be looking for Orion these days. They want an interview, they want a fight, they even want a pot of coffee with the man. What we're looking for.. is just to talk. It isn't honorable to attack a man anywhere but inside the ring, Shawn. You know that, don't you?"

Shawn merely nods, now too scared to talk, and Nightmare smiles.

"You see, Shawn…everything works out. What my friend and I want is to talk to Orion. We want to talk to him because we want a World Championship match. Orion vs. myself, one on one. We beleive, as much of a..pathetic slug that man is..if we speak to him as gentlemen we will get what we want. As a matter of fact..why don't you talk to him for us, Shawn?"

Nightmare is still talking quietly but with a more confident tone. Shawn however finally finds his voice. "I know Orion! He and I are friends, and he'd never let you have a title--HURK!"

Nightmare has now bodily hoisted Ayres off the ground and pinned him against the wall.

“You listen to me, you little weed. Orion is only avoiding giving me a title shot because he can't deal with the fact that he cannot beat me in a fair, straight up, one on one match. I have been waiting for the day that I could get my revenge for Orion beating me in an ECC rules match-MY match-and now is that time. So. Go find Orion. Tell him the Ordinary sent you. Tell him...that his time is up, and I am coming for him.”

He lets Ayres go and the fat little man scampers off down the hall, not before a kick in the rump by Onikage, and the two watch their prey go.

“Come on, Onikage. We have bigger pigs to slaughter.”

Nightmare mutters, and he leads Onikage off to prepare some more.
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OOC: No problem at all.
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The fat little turd that is Shawn Ayres makes his way around the arena, looking for Orion Oldriod. As he turns a corner, he is met by the massive Marc Malicious. He nearly falls backward in fright while Malicious stands like a wall, unaffected by the surprising appearance of the obese man.

MM-Ayres...just the man I was looking for.

Shawn looks at Malicious as if he were joking, but Marc's stone face convinces him otherwise.

SA-Ok, what can I do for you? An interview perhaps?

Malicious nods and Shawn is quick to steady himself and ask the questions.

SA-Ok, based on what Nightmare has said, what is your game plan going into the Thursday?

MM-My gameplan? Josie and I need no gameplan. We already know the outcome of the match. Somehow, some way, we are going to get screwed over. Whether we fight to the death or not, even if we win on Slam, however unlikely that is, we are forced to endure it week after week, month after month, screw job after screw job for the rest of our careers.


Shawn looks very confused. He nods slowly and asks the next question.

SA-If you say so...and what about the comments Nightmare directed toward Orion?

MM-You see, thats a problem right there. Nightmare is obsessed with Orion and the World championship, something he will never gain. He is not of championship caliber. He will never be champion. He is obsessed with a man whom he can never touch. Maybe I am obsessed with a goal I'll never reach as well, but I am within reach. I am close, I may never get there, but at least I am inches from it. Nightmare is nowhere near it. Nightmare will never be more than a second rate wrestler, and a third rate man.


Malicious smiles and then begins to whistle a happy little tune and continues down the hall as Shawn Ayres continues his search for Orion.
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Shawn Ayres is still searching for Orion, he finally finds a door marked 'World Champion'. Shawn knocks cautiously and a shout from inside calls him in.

Shawn: Hello, Orion...

Orion: Yes?

Shawn: Have you changed locker rooms? I was sure you were down the hall with the other wrestlers...

Orion stands from his nice comfy leather chair and grabs the Word title belt, he drapes it over his shoulder to face Shawn.

Orion: You see this strap right here Shawn? This says that I am the World Heavyweight Champion. The respect and admiration that I command from all over the world means that I deserve the best locker room, the best facilities as well too.

Shawn: Well, that's understandable.

Orion: Now did you want something?

Shawn: I talked to Nightmare today...

Orion: Oh I bet you did, what did he say? Wait! Let me guess. He sent you to deliver a message to me?

Shawn: Something like that yeah...

Orion: The message being that my reign as World Champion is coming to an end, that he's the one that going to end it as soon as he gets a title shot?

Shawn: Actually, yes. That's exactly it.

Orion: Have a seat Shawn.

The Champ and the interviewer sit opposite each other. Shawn bounces up and down on the chair until Orion waves his finger to stop him. Oldriod pours himself a drink, an expensive ancient scotch.

Shawn: Can I?

Orion: Drinking on the job Shawn? I don't think so.

Orion takes a sip, Shawn looks disappointed.

Shawn: So, what are you going to do about Nightmare? Give him a shot?

Orion: It's not that I don't think I can beat him, I assure you. It's not that I'm afraid of him or that I'm scared. It's simply a case of other people being more deserving. Look at Marc Malicious, a man who has been at the top of a card for a long time and come so close on many occassions.

Shawn: I know what you mean, I saw him earlier too.

Orion: And what did he say?

Shawn: He said that Nightmare is not Championship calibre.

Orion: See? Smart man. And this week on Slam! he, along with Josie Pleasure are going to rip Nightmare apart limb from limb so that I don't even have to consider defending this title against him. You know who else is a smart man?

Shawn: Who?

Orion: Jack Manson, always has been.

Orion sits back and relaxes, taking another sip of his drink and savouring it. Shawn looks completely out of place and looks around nervously.
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