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What Goes Around...
Topic Started: Apr 4 2005, 04:27 PM (39 Views)
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As the moon rises in the darkening sky it casts it’s soft glow over the London skyline, picking out the shape of the Houses of Parliament, the famous clock tower that houses Big Ben and the more modern structure of the London Eye. It’s at the base of the giant Ferris Wheel that we focus our attention as a familiar figure makes his way through the thinning crowds toward the white goliath, his hands stuck in his pockets, his shirt billowing in the cool, summer breeze. He comes to a stop as he reaches the impressive structure of the big wheel, craning his head back to take it all in. He walks toward one of the empty capsules, handing over his cash to the attendant before stepping inside the plexiglass pod and moving across to lean on one of the hand rails. Before the pod door is closed however, another figure jumps on board and Maclay turns to inspect the other passenger. He doesn’t like what he sees.

Toby: Hey! Maclay, what you doing here?

Maclay turns back to the window, gritting his teeth in frustration as he wraps his hands round the metallic bar that runs around the inner circumference of the capsule. Any hope of escape cut off as the wheel begins to turn.

Toby: How cool is this!?

Toby pulls the oversized camera he has suspended from his neck up to his face and starts clicking away.

Maclay: There are Ferris Wheels in America you know.

Toby: Not ones that have featured in an episode of Dr. Who.

He grins like a moron as he flashes away at the sites, at the wheel, at the floor and, most annoyingly, at Maclay.

Toby: Hey, let’s get one together.

He scoots up next to the Essex native, holding the camera up in front of them with a huge, cheesy grin plastered on his face. The rather frustrated Maclay pushes it aside and moves out of shot just as Toby takes the picture, much to the interviewer’s chagrin.

Toby: Hey, you fudged it.

The antisocial former champ walks across to the far side of the pod and looks out over the Thames as it snakes it’s way through the capitol city.

Maclay: Can I go anywhere in the world without running into you?

Toby: Nope, I’m the omnipotent interviewer. I occupy every point in the universe at once, so that I may snatch an interview at a moments notice. It’s like I’m constantly going at warp 10, but without evolving into an ugly fish thing like what happened to Captain Janewa --

Maclay: STOP IT! Just…stop! No Star Trek, no Star Wars, no Dr. Who, which by the way was a sucky episode. I mean, mannequins doing the robot, like that’s scary.

Toby turns away, fiddling with his camera as a full blown pout latches onto his face. He mutters something under his breath that barely reaches Maclay’s ears.

Toby: Least he didn’t date them

Maclay: What was that!?

Toby: Nothing. Just wandering if you wanted to share your thoughts on your number one contenders match this week.

The beast sighs as he looks around at his surroundings. There really is no way out as they slowly rotate into the night sky, hundreds of feet above the city below.

Maclay: You want me to share my thoughts, Tracy? Fine, take notes. Last week, Carlos Lame punched a steel chair into my face. Add that to all the other shit I’ve gone through with him and I think you can take a guess at what my thoughts about him are.

Toby: But weren’t you going to hit him with that chair.

Maclay: You’re focusing on the wrong part there, Shirley. Now he and the pink ranger seem to be getting have some chemistry brewing there, she’s all about the cocoa love god, and frankly…

Toby: You’re jealous?

Maclay whips his head round to the timid interviewer, a look of disgust plastered onto his face as he takes in the insinuation.

Maclay: What!? Are you totally lacking the brain power afforded to all species above the three toad sloth? Why the hell would I be jealous!? If you’d let me finish I would have said, and frankly he’s welcome to her. ‘Cos I’m not…jealous that is. I’m not.

Toby throws his hands up in defence as he backs away from the big guy, though the look on his face betrays his thoughts, those thoughts being that he doesn’t believe a word Maclay just said.

Toby: Ok, fine, jeesh. You’re obviously very over her.

Maclay: I am. And if The Hype wants a piece of that then fine. I just hope they can keep their hands of each other for long enough to have a match.

Toby: And your thoughts on the match? You kinda got side tracked there.

Maclay takes on that defensive stance again, causing Toby to wonder what he said now.

Maclay: What are you implying? That I’m all distracted by that? ‘Cos I’m not…distracted that is…or jealous…or jealous or distracted.

Toby: Oh I know. But, the match?

Maclay: Yes, of course. I’ll deal with the ranger and her Cadbury’s dream boy, piece o’ piss as an ex of mine likes to say. And then, finally, I’ll get my shot at Jimmy boy. It’s been way too long since I’ve held any kind of gold in this federation. I miss it. You can’t go back to holding your pants up with regular belts after you’ve had something like the GHC or the SoH around your waist. Look at this belt, it isn’t even gold.

He lifts his shirt and displays his black, leather belt for Toby’s inspection, but just as he does something curious happens. The capsule jolts slightly as the giant wheel comes to a halt.

Maclay: What was that?

Tony: The wheel stopped. I think we’re stuck up here.

Horrified. That’s one word to describe the look on Maclay’s mug as he’s faced with being stuck atop the London Eye with the most irritating man in the world. He moves over to the window once again and looks long lily down at the concrete below.

Toby: Oooh, do you think it’s ‘cos of that living plastic thing, like in Dr. Who?

Maclay: Oh Christ.

And with that, we leave them as we zoom out of the pod. An angered Maclay staring out of the window, wishing he could come with us as the ever annoying Toby Bostock flashes away with his camera and talks utter bollocks as usual.

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