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| A Troubled Champ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 5 2008, 02:05 AM (44 Views) | |
| Mizery Made | Apr 5 2008, 02:05 AM Post #1 |
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We fade in, a long empty hall in front of us. In the distance, I see what appears to be current Undisputed International Champion Grant Rice slowly making his way toward us. I make this assumption not because I can see the person's face and thus can confidently say so, rather because I can see the title in the figures hand. Reason I can't use a face for positive identification is because the head of the walking figure is hung low, his eyes focused on the floor as if he counts the titles with each step. The title doesn't rest proudly on said persons shoulder either. Instead, it comes along for the ride with a grip of leather in hand as the other end of the belt drags the floor every few steps. There is a lack of confidence or maybe purpose in this fellows steps. I still have my money on the fact that it's Grant Rice, based still on the title in hand as well as the attire that is very 'Grant Rice.' However, this is clearly not the same Grant Rice we saw not long ago when he found his team standing around having a chat. He seems less... normal. He looks rather troubled, thoughts running through his mind? Maybe he lost his dog? Even the sight of Jeff Noon in a doorway as he walks by has no effect on him, though it could be because his eyes never left the titles to actually see Noon standing there. Jeff Noon: Grant! Even his name being called out doesn't cause him to miss a step, he continues on, eyes still glued to the floor. Noon doesn't seem to care for being ignored, he comes flying out of the doorway and takes several long strides to catch up to the slow moving Rice. Once Noon is in arms reach, he reaches out a hand and places it on the shoulder of the champion. This grabs the attention of the somber champion. Grant stops and slowly turns as the hand slides off of his shoulder, this is unusually where he would normally spin around quickly with fists raised ready to attack his possible attacker, not the case today... at least this time at least. Grant is presented with Jeff standing before him, a sight that would normally put the champ in a bad mood, yet today it surprisingly has no effect. What's wrong with him? Jeff Noon: You good? You don't seem like yourself. Rice stands there, staring back at Noon, slow to respond. Grant Rice: I've just had events of the Pay-Per-View running through my head. You know this is exactly what Noon was looking for, sounds like a scoop. Least we now know that it's not a lost dog that has Grant Rice acting this way... wait, does he even have a dog? Doesn't matter, Noon is to eager to get his scoop for us to go over whether Grant has a dog or not. Jeff Noon: Cheer up, what from the Pay-Per-View could possibly be bother you? I mean, you came out with a successful defense, hell, two of them actually. Jeff points down to the UIC which remains in Grant's hand. This draws Grant's attention to the belt, I think he might have forgotten he had it in his hands, too focused on counting them tiles and all. Grant Rice: That's actually been something running through my head. Not the fact I retained, rather, the way I accomplished it. Grant lifts his hand up, the one containing the title and he tosses it over his shoulder. Grant Rice: Look what I had to do to Tier to walk away with it. Does the title really mean that much to me? I mean, fire... The troubled look Rice has had, remains, though if it's even possible, it looks worse now. I think he's really struggling with how far he took things at the Pay-Per-View. Jeff Noon: Yeah, there was fire, but in your defense... Tier's the one that introduced it. Whoa, Jeff Noon defending Grant Rice? Where did that come from, I mean, they aren't exactly friends. The point made by Jeff does appear to lift Grant a few feet out of the hole he's put himself into. Grant Rice: You do have a point there, it was indeed Tier who ordered the “Flaming Death Cube” brought to the ring, it was he who set the box ablaze. Perhaps that was exactly what his last lesson was, “Dog Eat Dog,” “Kill Or Be Killed.” There was no question in what Tier had planned for that cube, I simply beat him to the punch. However it doesn't ease my mind much on the subject. Jeff Noon scratches his head for a moment, can he actually be cooking up something unlike his usual quick pointless responses? Jeff Noon: Isn't that what sets you apart from Tier though? The fact that you can't do something as drastic as that and be heartless about it? This actually surprises Grant Rice. For once, I think Grant Rice actually believes the guy has some brains. This would be the second time that Jeff has said something that appears to lift Rice's spirits a little. So much so, that a small smile finds it's way onto Rice's face and if I'm not mistaken, that might be a light chuckle I hear. Grant Rice: Besides, I'd like to imagine that Tier studied up on his 'Escapology' during the near year he spent away from FIW. That he's now sitting on a tropical beach somewhere sipping drinks from a coconut. That would be something to see. Jeff has a quick laugh at this, though it might simply be not to piss Rice off, would hate to damage to positive progress he's making with Rice in not having him threaten to kick his teeth down his throat an all. However, the laugh quickly fades, Rice's shoulders once again slump forward and Noon takes notice. Jeff Noon: What's the problem now? Can't be Tier, we've already established that you just did what you had to or face the same fate. The rest of the Pay-Per-View went well, did it not? Rice shakes his head, apparently the rest didn't go as well as Noon remembers. Grant Rice: Seems you've completely forgotten my seeeecoooond defense. You know, the one that started out with a psycho crawling out of a river of blood. Jeff goes back to scratching his head, thought I don't think he's cooking up something good this time, I think he's simply clueless. Grant Rice: Oh come on, to think we were actually going along pretty well. Jeff gets a very disappointed head shake from Rice. Would seem things have returned to normal between the two, poor Noon. Grant Rice: It's not good when you get some mysterious fellow showing up, crawling out of a river of blood and then presenting the referee with something that prompts the referee to start a fresh match for your championship. I almost had a heart attack. Why? I'm not certain it if was because how freaky this guy came off or because I thought I would be grouped in with John Cena and Undertaker. Almost makes you think FIW has signed a contract with Edge with how this guy tried to take advantage of a champion after they just went through a match. This promo is like a roller coaster, one moment Rice is feeling bad about something, the next he's making his usual cracks. Who's the next target? Maybe he takes one last shot at Bruce Wayne... uh... I mean William James. Perhaps not, looks like he's sinking back into a low spot. Grant Rice: I may have still walked away with my reign intact, but I must keep one eye over my shoulder for the next time he tries something. You see, I don't know if the camera picked it up or not, or even if anyone in the crowd caught it but he felt the need to tell me, and I quote, “See ya soon...champ.” Not only does his identity have me puzzled, I must also worry if he's lurking in the dark or around the next corner I take. Noon nods, I don't think it's because he recalled a good song he heard earlier and is simply nodding to the rhythm. Jeff Noon: I can definitely see why that would be troubling you, psycho stalkers are never a good thing. Rice's eyes roll a little, clearly no longer blinding by his depression when it comes to Noon. Grant Rice: Not only do I have to go out there and have a match with The Rejects, not only do I have to keep in the back of my mind the fact that my team could break down any minute, I always have to concern myself with every suspicious looking fan, every shadow I see move, for this guy could make a move at any time. Noon reprises his role as a Bobble Head Doll as his head once again shakes in agreement. Jeff Noon: So true. Grant buries his face in his hand, though I don't think this has anything to do with Noon, which is surprising. Grant Rice: Damn... Noon takes the bait, he always does. Jeff Noon: What? Grant runs his hand over his skull and thus through his hair. Grant Rice: ... then there's Jaime Lee... Jeff Noon's eyes light up. Jeff Noon: Jaime Lee? Noon nearly drools waiting for something juicy, Rice on the other hand shifts his eyes, he takes a step back, looking very defensive right now. Grant Rice: ... uh... that beating was brutal. Someone really should have done something about that, if only I was at a monit- Grant cuts himself off, he just stares at Noon, Jeff is waiting right there hoping for the rest of that sentence. It never comes though. Grant Rice: You know what, Jeff. I think I'm going to get going, do some last minute cramming for The Rejects, try and figure out who this 'Blood Red Sandman' is or make a phone... uh, see ya. Grant turns and quickly makes his exit, leaving Noon standing there and I swear I see some drool coming from his mouth. He was SO waiting for that big scoop that almost came out. Then again, maybe there's nothing to it, Grant Rice certainly didn't stick around to clear things up. Maybe he just really thought he should get some last minute preparation in for The Rejects. However, I think we should fade her, why do we want to see Jeff Noon and his slobber? You agree? Good. Fade. |
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