Post by Icons' Circle on Jul 5, 2016 1:56:05 GMT -6
The big heavy door rolled back, and as the warm light of an Atlanta summer’s day filled the room, three Icons were finally able to see what $1.5m buys you nowadays.
Kellar: Good… God!!! What is that smell?!!!
Nathan: God! Smells like John Champa’s feet in here.
Kellar: Did something die? Do we need to call animal control?
Nathan: Probably wouldn't hurt to have this place cleaned up. I mean how longs it been vacated now? Six months to a year?
Kellar: I don't know… when did they let Tonya go? Was never the same after she left.
Kellar and Davis pushed at the door, trying to give the place a little more light, and air.
Kellar: Rexxy, a hand?
Williams assisted, and between the three of them they pushed the door fully open. Light filled the room, presenting a picture of dust covered equipment, chairs and, in the centre, an old wrestling ring, its ropes hanging loose.
Nathan: Why do I feel like I'm walking into every horror movie I've ever watched?
Kellar: All that's missing is the butcher’s hook and the dead teenagers…
The light touched a pile of rags in the corner of the ring.
It moved!
Kellar: What the….?
Nathan: I’ll get animal control.
Davis: Wait... I think it’s a person.
: What the…. who turned on the light? Nathan: Ah great… a bum…
Kellar: Wait…
Kellar approached the ring and pulled the sheets away. Beneath it was a man, or a close approximation, covered in a mop of long bedraggled hair and sporting a long dirty beard.
Davis: It can’t be?!
The smell filled Kellar’s nostrils, and he gagged.
Kellar: Greer??! What are you doing here??!!
Nathan: Holy shit! How long have you been down here, Mouse?
While Kellar and Williams attended to the former backstage interviewer, Davis took his time to survey the investment. He was lost in his imaginings when he heard a voice from behind him.
: Excuse me… Davis: Huh?
The former Commissioner turns his attention to look upon the direction of the voice. It was a middle aged woman dressed in a smart suit.
Woman: Verity Lambshank, from the hospital.
Davis: I… uh…
Verity: I'm so glad you're here. I've been trying to get hold of someone from Trouble Trax for a month now. I wanted to talk about this year’s charity event.
Davis: Charity event? I believe I’m at a loss, Ms. Lambshank. Could you refresh my memory?
Verity: For Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. The school has always put on a fundraiser for the local children’s hospital. When we heard about the company closing we were worried, but I see the place is still open.
Davis: Goodness! As you can see, Ms. Lambshank, open is a matter of perspective. Trouble Trax doors may be open but operatin’ is an entirely different story.
Verity: Then you won't be fulfilling the contract? The fundraiser won't be going ahead?
She sighed.
Verity: I can't believe it… nothing's going right at the moment. First our donor pulls out, now this. They'll never let us build that new clinic now...
Davis stroked his goatee as was customary when he was in deep thought. He peered over to his fellow Icons in the distant before giving his attention back to the hospital representative.
Davis: Well I would need to discuss this with my partners but…
He returned back to stroking his goatee, but was forced to stop when Ms. Lambshank grabbed his arm and shook his hand vigorously.
Verity: Oh thank you!!! This is such a relief, you have no idea!!!
Davis: Wha...wha...what?!
Verity: I knew you wouldn't let the children down! I’ll have someone send over the contracts tomorrow!
Davis: Um...okay...?
In a complete state of bewilderment, Davis scratched his bald head. Verity departed, a skip in her step as she did. Meanwhile, Kellar and Williams helped Mickey “Mouse” Greer to the door, Kellar thrusting $50 into his hand.
Kellar: Go and get a room and a shower tonight… then get yourself down to the welfare office in the morning. Get yourself sorted!
Mouse nodded and walked away.
Kellar: Who was that you were talking to?
Davis: It was a rep from Children’s Healthcare...Ms. Lambshank.
Kellar: Weird… what did she want?
Davis: Unbeknownst to me, and most likely both of you, it seems as if GZW2K1 had been hostin’ an annual fundraisin’ show consistin’ of Trouble Traxxers for them.
Kellar: Ah crap, that sucks. I hope you let her down gently...
Davis nervously chuckled.
Nathan: Nate, you did let her down?
Davis: Well not exactly. Before I could actually get any kind of answer out she assumed that I had said we would make the fundraiser happen.
Kellar: You… w… HOW?
Davis: It’s for children. We’ll have to think of somethin’, Jon, even if it means the three of us getting back into the ring.
Nathan: I’m all about helping kids Nate but how are we going to get a crew together? Hell even if just the three of us fought do you think one triple threat would work when they expect a whole show?
Davis: Between the three of us we can make it happen. We have a few weeks until the fundraiser goes down. If we can save this place, I’m positive we can put together a small show.
Nathan: I appreciate your positivity Nate but do you really think we can get a group together in a couple of weeks?
Back in deep thought, Davis stroked his goatee again.
Davis: We’ll need to try. I understand I put us a bit of a bind but I’m goin’ to do this, fellas. I have a couple of favors I can call in.
Nathan: I guess I can reach out to some of my students and see who’s ready.
Davis: Also this show doesn’t have to be on the magnitude of Crimson. We just need a decent enough headliner to raise a decent amount of money. Hell, Jon, you’re the most active of us, you could main event this thing.
Kellar: There's no way Nippon MMA would clear me to work for another federation. It was hard enough convincing them to release me for Pride of Puroresu…
Kellar sighed.
Kellar: But… I do have contacts in Japan… maybe I can rustle up one or two Puro stars looking to branch out. And of course I’ll be here in a non wrestling capacity.
Davis: That won’t be enough to raise the money they’re expectin’ but I think we’re gettin’ ahead of ourselves. Like I said we have a little while before this thing goes down. Let’s try to figure somethin’ out. Again I’m sorry for gettin’ us into this.
Nathan: Worse case scenario Nate I can wrestle. I might not be able to put on a five star match but I can do my best.
Davis: The Icon T-Rex name does carry a lot of weight still for the fans here in Atlanta. And, Jon, first things first is to gettin’ this place cleaned up.
Kellar: That shouldn't be a problem. I know people who can give this place a facelift, and they won't screw us on the bill.
Davis: Good deal because monies are tight right now for this venture we’re embarkin’ on.
Kellar: I may know someone in Japan who can help with that side too. He’s in PR but he's a big fan of the sport. He's never invested in America, thinks its attitude to wrestling is backward, but maybe I can change his mind.
Davis: Okay. Listen I need to run...late for my exit interview and gettin’ the last bits of my things out of my office. I’ll give you guys a call later.
Kellar shook his hand before Davis and William exchanged a fist bump.
Kellar: Till later then…
As Davis departed, Kellar and Williams turned back towards the school. Together they approached the door and took one last look inside.
Kellar: We are so buggered…
Nathan: I think the better word is fucked but yup I agree.
Both men chuckled to themselves, nervously.