..:::** Last . True . Warrior **:::.. Part III

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KEY Actions / Descriptions Meltdown Tattooist Guard Mark Dinez Joe

PART I: The Mark of the Warrior The scene opens up in Angels Tattoos on Miami , Florida. The small tattoo parlour is filled with only 2 people. The one sitting on the black-cushioned bench, wearing a loose, worn Khaki army-style shirt over a crisp white shirt, teamed with a pair of dark green College Shorts and Camouflage Baseball pumps is Meltdown. His shaved head has a small matting of shaved black hair on top and greying stubble is starting to appear around his mouth. He had the sleeve twisted up as the heavily-pierced tattooist, with matted medium-length black hair and tribal tattoos heavily adorning his toned arms, clutches a needle. Meltdown occasionally winces in some pain as the needle pierces his skin with ink Interesting choice of tattoo.. I know I would have thought you wanted a red X or summat like that for your arm! Meltdown shrugged his right shoulder Meh. Injuring a cameraman and winning a match against some punk doesn't make me special. Makes me like everyone else. Only good thing is the only way is further up..at least I hurt Knight..and will hurt Barnet..I haven't felt much apin...although I heard the laser removal treatment if I change my mind hurts like hell.. Yeah..But still..A guy like yourself, a few little lasers circling your arms shouldn't put yourself off, right? Your attack on the cameraman..now that was f**king brutal! Thank you. I really want to hear more about the old Meltdown though.. What? I heard rumours the old Meltdown was a drug abusing alcoholic who has been put in prison many times..you should make a segment about it! ..You're joking, right? Hell naw! Dude..seriously..I don't wanna talk about my past.. The tattooist looked up at him, grinning Just me and you Melty..No-one else has to know.. Tavi had to interrogate me ruthlessly before I told her..I ain't saying another word.. Why? I don't trust you..For all I know, you might spread word to the press and shit like that.. Come on! NO! You could use it psyche out Cory Barnett.. ha! Barnett?! You're joking..a little chump like that? He calls himself awesome but he's a stupid piece of crap! He's your next opponent.. I'll rip that bitch up for using the word Awesome to describe himself.. Why? He doesn't know the meaning of the word Awesome..San Quentin..that's awesome..and dangerous The tattooist stops, his bottle green eyes widening Y-You went to San Quentin State Prison? Meltdown lifts up the chest of his Khaki and White shirt. On his left chest are the numbers crudely inked: 94974 The area code for San Quentin.. Dude..you did time in there? Yeah..that was the lowest point in my life.. The tatooist retracts the needle and places it away, Meltdown glances at the red tattoo

Very nice.. Meltdown gave a small smirk of approval as the tattooist placed a loose dressing over it You know how to care for it? Yeah.. I can't believe the honorable Meltdown did time..in San Quentin! I tell ya what..Follow me..we'll go out for a drink and i'll tell you all about it..Bring a tape recorder though..and a camcorder if you can..we'll air this shit.. The tattooist nodded quickly as Meltdown rolled down his sleeves and left the Parlour Didn't think i'd have to share this shit again..at least I have the mark of a warrior now.. He climbed into his blue/silver Dodge Viper and turned on the ignition. He looked at his chest again and gave a sick smile before speeding off

PART II: Sins of the Past The scene opens in a seedy bar somewhere on the outskirts of Florida. Meltdown sits at the bar with a bourbon chaser. The bartender has left there side at Meltdowns orders as the tattooist sits next to him. He places a small black box on the polisher bar while Meltdown lifts the bottle Bourbon? The tattooist raised his shot glass and Meltdown poured him a small shot It all began 10 years ago..

A much younger Meltdown slowly paces through the gates, along with several other men. Several heavily armed guards line the entrance as all the men are led off to different cells. His thick black hair flows as he walks and his eyes are baggy and his skin pale. He looks slightly more muscular than his older counterpart. He is wearing the traditional orange jumpsuit as he is shoved into a jail cell with another inmate. The guard quickly locks the bars and smashes the baton against it f**k you, pig! Keep at it, inmate, and i'll make your stay a living hell! Meltdown surged towards him, the steel bars cutting him off, several inmates laugh as the guard takes several steps back Whassa matter, Kawalski? Shittin' yourself already? Meltdown smirks as the guard quickly legs it out and locks the door. A burst of hustle and bustle explodes in the wing as Meltdown turns to his inmate. He's old-ish. Certianly older than him at the moment, with a greying handlebar moustache and black stubble, wrinkles adorning his face, he looks up at Meltdown What you in for? Drug abuse..battery..assault..Carjacking..Resisting arrest.. One inmate hears this Looks like our new friend isn't some lax pussy after all! Meltdown looks at the threadbare ceiling, the voice obviously coming from the cell on top of his What you in for? Murder..Grand Theft Auto..resisting arrest..battery Nice.. Yeah..luckily I ain't getting the lethal injection! This wings supposed to be for crims who aren't dying, right? Course not! Well..some are.. Hmm. You'll get used to it, kid! We hear several screams and a door locking Joe..is that Pascal getting his soul taken? A second voice belts out, Meltdown looks up and sees a huge inmate looking through his bars Yeah..poor guy..Should've known repeated counts of murder and arson would do him in! Meltdown didn't feel fear as he should've..He actually felt cool..calm. He knew these people were dangerous, warred with eachother. Had brutal battles, something in his bones knew he could trust some..after all, these guys had to be like family for sticking behind bars so long.. Welcome to the family, kid.. His cellmate pats his back Yeah.. You just gotta get used to being amongst the sickest bastards America has to offer.. I'm not American.. It doesn't matter..you're here for a shit-load of crimes so you're one of us..look out for other wings though cause battles are a-plenty out in the yard.. The older inmate showed his nose, which was crooked and obviously beaten in Ouch.. You'll get used to it.. ------------------------ Out in the blazing sun, several hundred inmates stepped out. Meltdown was side-by-side with his cellmate, behind him and in front were several other wing-sharing criminals. Being among them made Meltdown feel alive..tough..the adrenaline pulsing through him was amazing. They stepped out into the blazing heat, several inmates sat on small wooden chairs, others lined the fences talking to others. Meltdown sat down in the scorching yellow sand, accompanied by his cellmate. The large inmate stomps towards Meltdown and sits in front of him You the new kid? Yep He hit him hard around the face, Meltdown flinched slightly and spat some blood out, but the new inmate laughed Finally! A new inmate who can hold his own! Nice.. A Hispanic inmate skids on his knees behind the larger one Hey Dinez.. This the new guy? Take a faceful o' fist and didn't even flinch Damn straight! Dinez slapped Meltdown around the face twice, Meltdown laughed Stop..that tickles.. Meltdowns cellmate and Joe laugh, Dinez smirks Finally got someone who can fight his ass off.. Several guards rush past them towards the chain-link fence. There is a huge crowd as some inmates actually try to climb over Oh man.. Just wait 'til they open the gates..they have to, sadly.. Meltdown began pocketing handfuls of burning sand into his orange jumpsuit trousers What are you doing? Thing I fight fair? His cellmate smirked Neither do I..the names Mark..by the way.. Phil.. The large inmate ripped the leg off a chair as several guards began to unlock the door ..Why? That yard has weight equipment..this yard is for relaxation..there has to be a switch otherwise it'd be unfair and there might be riots.. As the doors open, several inmates bound out, Meltdown is dragged by the crowd of inmates who rush at them. A huge crowd of inmates fight in the sand as the guards run off. Meltdown quickly dodges out of the crowd near Dinez and Joe Ready kid? Hell yeah! Time to earn your stripes.. The wings disband and stare at eachother. Meltdown joins his wing and stands besid Dinez, looking around. His heart starts pumping faster as his wing charges at the opposite wing. He hears the clash of wood and chain from handmade weapons. Meltdown sees a person carrying a mik-crate duct-tape knife towards Mark, Meltdown reaches into his pocket and throws burning sand directly into his eyes SON OF A!!!

The scene shifts back to the bar where the tattooist is listening intently, his hand trembling as he momentarily pauses the recording, his trembling hands shoot into his black weathered jeans pocket and pull out a Black Motorola Pebble which he quickly dials, hooking up the recorder to the mobile Sephie Cambell?! Hello, Power On Wrestling fan..What is it you would like to know? Upload this...This is...amazing..Upload it to Power On Wrestlings satellite feeds to be used later..It's...it's awesome! Meltdown absent-mindedly chugs the shot of bourbon down and pours himself another shot as the Tattooist frantically starts the upload of recording, he presses play again, the recording adding extra seconds to the uploading audio of the mobile phone Wh-what next? Meltdown takes a long drink of bourbon, pouring him and the tattooist another shot You really wanna know? Yes!!! Meltdown gave a small smile It doesn't get prettier..

To be continued..