Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 16:13:56 GMT -6
Time stops for no one. The constant ticking must be getting louder for you Al? Father Time must be catching up with you. Others have got to this point in their careers but decided to jump the right way. You do not want to be known as one of those wrestlers do you? You know what I am talking about do you not Al?
They claw onto their spot in an attempt to re-live their youth in this sport hoping to hang onto what is left of their career. It is kind of pathetic that they believe that they can outrun time. How is the body holding up Al? Not to many shows left in it is there if you are honest for once with yourself right?
I used to watch you back in the day when I was a kid, you used to be the guy when it came to wrestling in the squared circle. What happened to you? These days you can hardly get to the ring without help and you have not stolen a show in years.
What you did on Ignite was a desperate attempt to hang onto your dignity. You tried to justify your existence in New Edge Wrestling but actually cemented your final nail in your coffin. It is pathetic really how much you will do to continue living in the lights of the New Edge Wrestling’s arena. Your legacy has been tainted by your recent years here.
Gone are the days of the cRu where you had the highlight of your career and now you settle into the twilight of your career. Just look at them now. You are the one of the final members of the cRu still under contract with Jesse Styles. All the rest have long gone except you and Johnny Stylez but he is not really here these days is he?
You try to justify yourself with a tirade of monikers and witty quips but you are but a pathetic old man whose body is falling apart and are but a shadow of talent compared to the next generation of New Edge wrestlers.
The Trans-Atlantic Championship is one of the most traditional and wrestling orientated titles in the industry and needs to be around the waist of someone deserving, namely Kaupena Yoon aka the Dragon.
The elevator door opened in a posh hotel, the Bellhop of the hotel stood holding a tray. He looked awfully familiar. He straightened his name badge on his uniform before he headed down the corridor. The man stopped at Room 233 before turned and he looked up and down the corridor excited to be meeting this person. He lifted up his left hand and gave a gentle knock on the door.
"Room service,” he said. "Mr Styles, Room service.”
He had a slight Texan accent. He stood nervously for a few seconds before the door eventually opened.
And stood just in front of him just in his underwear and a fake NEW World heavyweight title around his waist was none other than the brother of the owner of New Edge Wrestling, Christopher Styles.
"What is it?” Chris asked. “I haven't ordered anything?"
"Sir,” the bellhop said. “We had this delivered at the front desk for you........."
Chris looked at the tray, upon it was a package.
"Strange?” Chris asked. “Must be from a fan of mine? Everyone loves the Cheetah! Well okay, thanks little man."
He took the package and left a $100 dollar note upon the tray.
"See ya later fellah,” said Chris. "Now what we got here? Can’t be stuff from my dealer.”
Chris closed the door upon the Bellhop and returned to his front room. He looked over the package, no label upon it.
"No label?” asked Chris as he turned it over in his hands. “I wonder who this is from."
He shrugged his shoulders as opened the package. Inside was a tablet with a post it note which said, “Switch me on” upon it. He sat back on his chair and switched on the tablet.
The screen came to life. At first it looks like nothing had happened, then Chris realised that he was viewing recorded static instead of broadcast static. He watched, waiting, but the static continued unbroken. He looked down at the tablet, was about to press fast forward, when suddenly the picture on the screen cleared and for a moment he thinks he was looking at the moon.
It was not the moon at all, he realized. The shape was round like a full moon, but it seemed to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there’s a face, he saw, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above.
"Emmm what the fuck?” said Chris. “What the hell is this stuff?"
The face came into focus. It was Kaupena Yoon, aka the Dragon.
“So Christopher,” he said. “You and your so-called friends decided to pull some juvenile prank upon a past acquaintance of mine? You think by setting up Osiris that it will get under the Dragon’s scales? Oh how quaint of you. Your main squeeze, Al Envy thinks that is the way to get a rise out of me? How old school of him, do you not think?”
Chris shook his head as he continued to look at the tablet’s screen.
“You think that your ways have gone unnoticed?” the Dragon asked. “Al Envy seems to have his claws back in your coked up body once again even though you had escaped from his clutches so this intervention is what is needed to save you.”
“Eh?” Chris shrugged as he continued to watch.
Upon the tablet screen three black Escalades pulled up in the alley out back of a hotel. A group of figures in tactical body armour jumped out of the vehicles and entered the hotel. The cameraman followed them up the corridors.
“Now I don’t usually go for this fucking reality TV shit but……….” Chris stated. “Wait a minute…………”
The figures entered the elevator and pressed the button to go up.
“This hotel looks familiar,” Chris said as he moved the tablet around.
The figures exited the elevator. They continued down a corridor before they stopped in front of a door. A blonde woman with huge breasts knocked on the door.
Chris turned and looked at his hotel room door before he looked back at the tablet screen. He walked towards the door and opened it. The figures in black pushed through the door and grappled Chris to the floor.
“What the hell?” Chris asked. “I’m Chris Styles. What is this about? Get the fuck off of me.”
Chris was struggling but was being cuffed. The main figure, a big man with a blonde mullet stood over him as the others lifted him to his feet. It was Dog the Bounty Hunter and his family.
“You mess with an Islander brah?” Dog said. “It’s not good. Aloha bitch. This is not your time druggie. There’s a lot of warrant’s outstanding for ya brah. Your brother can’t buy you out of this. Your going to be locked up for this.”
The blonde woman, Beth, Dog’s wife picked up the tablet and held it up to Chris.
“Christopher,” the Dragon said upon the screen. “When Al goes old school against a fellow Islander, we get even brah! You might not be seeing your boy for a while. Just don’t drop the soap.
Elsewhere in another hotel room; on the floor a black dress lays next to a set of training shorts. On the bed both Kaupena and Kassidy are laying. They are making love and she was reaching her peak, dragging her nails over Kaupena’s back hard enough to leave thin red tracks, alongside his wrestling scars. She cried out and arched her back as his movements became more intense, and he breathed a name into her ear before he too, cried out and they clutched one another desperately, kissing as if it were their last moment together.
He was still in his mask.
They are lying in the hotel bed, entwined in each other's arms. Some of Kaupena's scars and tattoos are visible for the first time - a tribal design on the back of his neck and the Japanese Symbol for "Peace" on his right buttock.
She's has fallen asleep, and Kaupena was running his hands through her hair. Passively, she made a contented sigh and squeezed him tightly. The height difference was strange as she was quite a bit taller than him.
“Hey,” Kassidy whispering sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Just after five I believe,” he said. “Go back to sleep."
"Naaaah not tired,” Kassidy said. “Just don't wanna move."
"Lucky for you, you don't have to for another six to seven hours,” Kaupena said. “Jesse’s got me doing some personal appearances today so we could go out to dinner today if you are up for it honey?"
"Sounds good,” she said.
They laid there in silence for a few moments, holding onto each other.
"Kau?"
"Yeah?"
"I’m sorry…………”
"What?"
"Well,” she said. “There trying to get under your skin by taking it out on Osiris. What you going to do about it?"
Kaupena shifted in bed slightly, thinking. "No its fine honey. Al Envy is a coward. He thinks that by doing that to Osiris that it’ll have some effect on me. If he thinks that him pulling that old school trick out of the bag that he can somehow get one over on me he is definitely wrong."
Kassidy smirked. "I know but he still has some skills to hang onto that NEW Trans-Atlantic Championship belt for so long,"
"Long?” he asked. ”Do not forget that NEW has been on for a hiatus while he held onto it. So if you add it up, he’s not had it that long. And the self-proclaimed Show Stealer thinks that he is still relevant then he has taken way to many chair shots to the cranium and suffering from one to many concussions. He’s passed his sell by date.”
Kassidy picked her head up slightly and pulled her hair back tightly from her face; Even though her skin had a creamy, pale tone to it.
"Do you think he should just retire?” Kassidy asked. “He could live out his live out quietly, no hassle at all."
Kaupena, having nothing to say to this, simply held her closer. Undeterred, however, she continued.
"What do you think?” Kassidy asked. “Should he retire before he turns into NEW’s version of Rocky Balboa?”
"Turns?” Kaupena stated. "Turns? He is already there Kassie. Don’t you worry about Osiris. I’ve got that sorted. Plus I’ve got a present for him and his boy which should have been delivered earlier tonight.”
She shook her head, laying it back down on Kaupena's chest.
"I’m scared honey,” she said. “You have only just made your debut in this wrestling promotion. We’ve jumped to the mainland and they throw you in the main event. It’s as if they want to make you the sacrificial lamb for Al.”
Kaupena sat up suddenly, and cracked his elbows. Kassidy adjusted, wrapping her arms around a pillow in his absence.
"Sacrificial lamb?” he asked. “I am no lamb. I am a dragon and I will burn him in the squared circle. He needs to move over and let the next generation through. His time is over."
Kassidy leaned back, and kissed him gently on the mask.
"Good to hear,” she said. "Some would be just in awe of what he has done for this industry.”
Kaupena laughed at this, and as he lay back down, feeling the comfortable weight of the woman's arm across his chest and her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.... he marvelled at what he had got before him.
"So true,” he said. “He has done a lot for this industry; A lot. But honestly not for a long time."
His mobile phone beeped twice. He leaned over and grabbed it. He pressed the relevant buttons and read the message just sent to him, a slight smile came across his face.
"That’s Osiris,” he said. “Wonders why I am not returning my messages.”
“Messages?” she said. “I thought he was unavailable?”
“Not at the moment,” he said. ”Must have worked it all out.”
“That’s why I worry,” she said. ”Doing some kind of deal makes stuff worse.”
He looked around the floor for something.
"I've got to go out for a few moments..........” he said. “Where the hell did I throw my pants?"
He straightened his mask as he leaned down for his trousers.
“I will go into the other room to listen to my answer phone,” he said. “You go back to sleep honey.”
Kaupena laughed as he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. He walked into the other room as he keyed in the numbers on his phone.
The voice from his phone could be heard, “You have 2 messages.”
Kaupena grinned slyly.
“Hey Kau, Ossie here. Brah, I’ve left loads of messages for you to get back to me. That Envy punk is a moron, I managed to get out. Call me.”
Kaupena pressed a button and deleted the message.
“Hey Kau, Yolandi here. Have you heard what happened to Osiris? Ring me.”
Deleted.
Kaupena hung up his phone and put it on the side.
“Time for the era of the Dragon.”
They claw onto their spot in an attempt to re-live their youth in this sport hoping to hang onto what is left of their career. It is kind of pathetic that they believe that they can outrun time. How is the body holding up Al? Not to many shows left in it is there if you are honest for once with yourself right?
I used to watch you back in the day when I was a kid, you used to be the guy when it came to wrestling in the squared circle. What happened to you? These days you can hardly get to the ring without help and you have not stolen a show in years.
What you did on Ignite was a desperate attempt to hang onto your dignity. You tried to justify your existence in New Edge Wrestling but actually cemented your final nail in your coffin. It is pathetic really how much you will do to continue living in the lights of the New Edge Wrestling’s arena. Your legacy has been tainted by your recent years here.
Gone are the days of the cRu where you had the highlight of your career and now you settle into the twilight of your career. Just look at them now. You are the one of the final members of the cRu still under contract with Jesse Styles. All the rest have long gone except you and Johnny Stylez but he is not really here these days is he?
You try to justify yourself with a tirade of monikers and witty quips but you are but a pathetic old man whose body is falling apart and are but a shadow of talent compared to the next generation of New Edge wrestlers.
The Trans-Atlantic Championship is one of the most traditional and wrestling orientated titles in the industry and needs to be around the waist of someone deserving, namely Kaupena Yoon aka the Dragon.
The elevator door opened in a posh hotel, the Bellhop of the hotel stood holding a tray. He looked awfully familiar. He straightened his name badge on his uniform before he headed down the corridor. The man stopped at Room 233 before turned and he looked up and down the corridor excited to be meeting this person. He lifted up his left hand and gave a gentle knock on the door.
"Room service,” he said. "Mr Styles, Room service.”
He had a slight Texan accent. He stood nervously for a few seconds before the door eventually opened.
And stood just in front of him just in his underwear and a fake NEW World heavyweight title around his waist was none other than the brother of the owner of New Edge Wrestling, Christopher Styles.
"What is it?” Chris asked. “I haven't ordered anything?"
"Sir,” the bellhop said. “We had this delivered at the front desk for you........."
Chris looked at the tray, upon it was a package.
"Strange?” Chris asked. “Must be from a fan of mine? Everyone loves the Cheetah! Well okay, thanks little man."
He took the package and left a $100 dollar note upon the tray.
"See ya later fellah,” said Chris. "Now what we got here? Can’t be stuff from my dealer.”
Chris closed the door upon the Bellhop and returned to his front room. He looked over the package, no label upon it.
"No label?” asked Chris as he turned it over in his hands. “I wonder who this is from."
He shrugged his shoulders as opened the package. Inside was a tablet with a post it note which said, “Switch me on” upon it. He sat back on his chair and switched on the tablet.
The screen came to life. At first it looks like nothing had happened, then Chris realised that he was viewing recorded static instead of broadcast static. He watched, waiting, but the static continued unbroken. He looked down at the tablet, was about to press fast forward, when suddenly the picture on the screen cleared and for a moment he thinks he was looking at the moon.
It was not the moon at all, he realized. The shape was round like a full moon, but it seemed to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there’s a face, he saw, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above.
"Emmm what the fuck?” said Chris. “What the hell is this stuff?"
The face came into focus. It was Kaupena Yoon, aka the Dragon.
“So Christopher,” he said. “You and your so-called friends decided to pull some juvenile prank upon a past acquaintance of mine? You think by setting up Osiris that it will get under the Dragon’s scales? Oh how quaint of you. Your main squeeze, Al Envy thinks that is the way to get a rise out of me? How old school of him, do you not think?”
Chris shook his head as he continued to look at the tablet’s screen.
“You think that your ways have gone unnoticed?” the Dragon asked. “Al Envy seems to have his claws back in your coked up body once again even though you had escaped from his clutches so this intervention is what is needed to save you.”
“Eh?” Chris shrugged as he continued to watch.
Upon the tablet screen three black Escalades pulled up in the alley out back of a hotel. A group of figures in tactical body armour jumped out of the vehicles and entered the hotel. The cameraman followed them up the corridors.
“Now I don’t usually go for this fucking reality TV shit but……….” Chris stated. “Wait a minute…………”
The figures entered the elevator and pressed the button to go up.
“This hotel looks familiar,” Chris said as he moved the tablet around.
The figures exited the elevator. They continued down a corridor before they stopped in front of a door. A blonde woman with huge breasts knocked on the door.
Chris turned and looked at his hotel room door before he looked back at the tablet screen. He walked towards the door and opened it. The figures in black pushed through the door and grappled Chris to the floor.
“What the hell?” Chris asked. “I’m Chris Styles. What is this about? Get the fuck off of me.”
Chris was struggling but was being cuffed. The main figure, a big man with a blonde mullet stood over him as the others lifted him to his feet. It was Dog the Bounty Hunter and his family.
“You mess with an Islander brah?” Dog said. “It’s not good. Aloha bitch. This is not your time druggie. There’s a lot of warrant’s outstanding for ya brah. Your brother can’t buy you out of this. Your going to be locked up for this.”
The blonde woman, Beth, Dog’s wife picked up the tablet and held it up to Chris.
“Christopher,” the Dragon said upon the screen. “When Al goes old school against a fellow Islander, we get even brah! You might not be seeing your boy for a while. Just don’t drop the soap.
Elsewhere in another hotel room; on the floor a black dress lays next to a set of training shorts. On the bed both Kaupena and Kassidy are laying. They are making love and she was reaching her peak, dragging her nails over Kaupena’s back hard enough to leave thin red tracks, alongside his wrestling scars. She cried out and arched her back as his movements became more intense, and he breathed a name into her ear before he too, cried out and they clutched one another desperately, kissing as if it were their last moment together.
He was still in his mask.
They are lying in the hotel bed, entwined in each other's arms. Some of Kaupena's scars and tattoos are visible for the first time - a tribal design on the back of his neck and the Japanese Symbol for "Peace" on his right buttock.
She's has fallen asleep, and Kaupena was running his hands through her hair. Passively, she made a contented sigh and squeezed him tightly. The height difference was strange as she was quite a bit taller than him.
“Hey,” Kassidy whispering sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Just after five I believe,” he said. “Go back to sleep."
"Naaaah not tired,” Kassidy said. “Just don't wanna move."
"Lucky for you, you don't have to for another six to seven hours,” Kaupena said. “Jesse’s got me doing some personal appearances today so we could go out to dinner today if you are up for it honey?"
"Sounds good,” she said.
They laid there in silence for a few moments, holding onto each other.
"Kau?"
"Yeah?"
"I’m sorry…………”
"What?"
"Well,” she said. “There trying to get under your skin by taking it out on Osiris. What you going to do about it?"
Kaupena shifted in bed slightly, thinking. "No its fine honey. Al Envy is a coward. He thinks that by doing that to Osiris that it’ll have some effect on me. If he thinks that him pulling that old school trick out of the bag that he can somehow get one over on me he is definitely wrong."
Kassidy smirked. "I know but he still has some skills to hang onto that NEW Trans-Atlantic Championship belt for so long,"
"Long?” he asked. ”Do not forget that NEW has been on for a hiatus while he held onto it. So if you add it up, he’s not had it that long. And the self-proclaimed Show Stealer thinks that he is still relevant then he has taken way to many chair shots to the cranium and suffering from one to many concussions. He’s passed his sell by date.”
Kassidy picked her head up slightly and pulled her hair back tightly from her face; Even though her skin had a creamy, pale tone to it.
"Do you think he should just retire?” Kassidy asked. “He could live out his live out quietly, no hassle at all."
Kaupena, having nothing to say to this, simply held her closer. Undeterred, however, she continued.
"What do you think?” Kassidy asked. “Should he retire before he turns into NEW’s version of Rocky Balboa?”
"Turns?” Kaupena stated. "Turns? He is already there Kassie. Don’t you worry about Osiris. I’ve got that sorted. Plus I’ve got a present for him and his boy which should have been delivered earlier tonight.”
She shook her head, laying it back down on Kaupena's chest.
"I’m scared honey,” she said. “You have only just made your debut in this wrestling promotion. We’ve jumped to the mainland and they throw you in the main event. It’s as if they want to make you the sacrificial lamb for Al.”
Kaupena sat up suddenly, and cracked his elbows. Kassidy adjusted, wrapping her arms around a pillow in his absence.
"Sacrificial lamb?” he asked. “I am no lamb. I am a dragon and I will burn him in the squared circle. He needs to move over and let the next generation through. His time is over."
Kassidy leaned back, and kissed him gently on the mask.
"Good to hear,” she said. "Some would be just in awe of what he has done for this industry.”
Kaupena laughed at this, and as he lay back down, feeling the comfortable weight of the woman's arm across his chest and her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.... he marvelled at what he had got before him.
"So true,” he said. “He has done a lot for this industry; A lot. But honestly not for a long time."
His mobile phone beeped twice. He leaned over and grabbed it. He pressed the relevant buttons and read the message just sent to him, a slight smile came across his face.
"That’s Osiris,” he said. “Wonders why I am not returning my messages.”
“Messages?” she said. “I thought he was unavailable?”
“Not at the moment,” he said. ”Must have worked it all out.”
“That’s why I worry,” she said. ”Doing some kind of deal makes stuff worse.”
He looked around the floor for something.
"I've got to go out for a few moments..........” he said. “Where the hell did I throw my pants?"
He straightened his mask as he leaned down for his trousers.
“I will go into the other room to listen to my answer phone,” he said. “You go back to sleep honey.”
Kaupena laughed as he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. He walked into the other room as he keyed in the numbers on his phone.
The voice from his phone could be heard, “You have 2 messages.”
Kaupena grinned slyly.
“Hey Kau, Ossie here. Brah, I’ve left loads of messages for you to get back to me. That Envy punk is a moron, I managed to get out. Call me.”
Kaupena pressed a button and deleted the message.
“Hey Kau, Yolandi here. Have you heard what happened to Osiris? Ring me.”
Deleted.
Kaupena hung up his phone and put it on the side.
“Time for the era of the Dragon.”