Post by kidluck on Jul 10, 2007 11:13:40 GMT -6
Key Actions / Descriptions Meltdown Senior Referee |
The beautiful, earth-pounding cheers send immense shockwaves rippling through the New Alhambra centre. Eventually, the roars die down. A staff member is behind by the black curtain, quietly getting a drink as the curtain violently shoots to the side STOP THIS INSTANT!! Meltdown and Toro Verde fall down a small set of metal steps, but are fighting with every ounce simply to get at eachother. Seven referees grab Meltdown and force him back as Six referees hold back Toro Verde. Meltdown shoots forward and claws at the air around Verde, wanting to get at him. Toro attempts to outspeed the referees, punching at the air to get at Meltdown. A senior referee quickly runs between them Calm down guys!! You're out of the match and eliminated, ok?! Buddy Love and David Hilt are still out there..Now get back to your respective locker-rooms Meltdown shoves the referees off and dusts off his spandex black wrestling vest, he reaches a hand out for Toro Verde Good fight Toro shakes Meltdowns hand, the senior referee just stands there, bewildered at what has just happened. Meltdown walks off with a small smile, Verde walks in the opposite direction with an amused grin tainting his face. Meltdown opens the blue door to the locker-room and shuts it behind him. He sits down on a blue metal folding chair near a metal locker and starts ripping off the green wrist tape bound tightly to his wrists, tinging his fingers purple What the f**k was that all about? The senior referee steps into the locker-room aggressively, staring daggers at Meltdown who is calmly now unlacing his black wrestling boots Hmm? You guys get at eachother, fall down the stairs, attempt to rip eachother apart..and then shake hands?! It's called respect. You should try it sometimes Meltdowns voice adopts an amused tone, his eyes lighting up. Amazingly, Meltdown is not angry at losing the championship match I am the f**king official! The senior referee jabs an index finger at the POW: New England logo on his black-and-white striped shirt furiously Now, you guys should be kissing my ass for not reporting you to Tony Hunter! What you guys just did was-- Normal for two wrestlers who have just lost a championship match Meltdown kicks the black boots off into a far corner of the room and runs hand through his black, stubbly hair, brushing off the droplets of sweat. A blue vein throbs slightly in his forehead, showing agitation, but he refuses to show it emotionally Ok, so it is a big blow for me. But I won't show it. I no longer see a reason to throw a temper tantrum like a small child. A loss is a loss and I must capitalize on the mistakes I made to win my other match Oh shut-- Listen, you're just an official. A nobody who does nothing but order rules. Leave the fighting to the real men. Personally, I don't care about your opinion, I know just one thing : I have more training to do in order to make sure the same mistake doesn't happen again. Some see this as a crippling loss, I see this as yet another opportunity to help me improve and to capitalize and research the mistakes and rectify them in time for the next match. If you want to argue and say i'm useless, go ahead. But I am not done with the Mid-Atlantic Championship yet. ..Ok...But why the hell did you shake his hand? Out of the respect and the uphold of honor a person like me gives.. And what kind of person would you be? One of a kind..The last of my kind.. Give me a break.. Meltdown looks up and stares at the senior official with glinting icy-blue eyes I am..The Last..True..Warrior What a pile of bullshit! Meltdown shoots to his feet and delivers a thunderous blow to the officials gut, grabbing him by the hem of his black pants and the back of his collar. Meltdown gives an evil grin as he throws him against the dry wall, leaving a massive crack as plaster falls down. He opens the blue door and squats beside him Now..since you do not believe that..I will not like act one for you then..But to everyone else, I am the last true warrior, and they will see the better side of me. Until then: Meltdown gives him a vicious stomp before throwing him out again, slamming the door shut and shuddering Pleasant man.. He pulls on a rough denim jacket, keeping his black vest on and his red-and-gold embroidered wrestling tights, grabbing a pair of aged brown cowboy boots and pulling them on. A roar of thunderous cheers hacks through the air of the New Alhambra centre. Meltdown gives a small smile and walks through the coridoor with his blue Puma sports bag slung over his shoulder, he walks past to catch a glance of the new Mid-Atlantic champion, Buddy Love. Meltdown steps backwards and extends a hand Congratulations on your big win.. Buddy, clearly tired and bewildered, extends a hand and shakes his roughly, giving a nod of approval as he rushes off to the locker-rioom for a drink. Meltdown yawns and heads for the parking lot. He stops outside Tony Hunters office and glances at a large iece of paper tacked to a cork noticeboard. The card for next week. Meltdown looks for his name. Meltdown -VS- Christopher Knight Meltdown gives a small tone of approval.. Who's he? Meltdown thinks back and shrugs, not knowing the person..which makes it more difficult to dig up information on him. He whistles to himself as he opens the heavy green fire-exit doors, walking through the stone car park Can't let something get me down..I must get right back up and take the fight to the maximum. Another loss means another way to capitalize and another way to learn. I guess i'll just have to start again with Mr Knight He unlocks the doors of his silver-and-blue Dodge Viper before climbing and hurling his sports bag into the back seat, firing up the engine and speeding off into the neon wonderland of Pennysylvania at night.. |