Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 16:08:14 GMT -6
Ryan: Where the hell is Alex?
Storm: I don't know. Kid said he'd be here in an hour and that was thirty minutes ago.
Ryan: This is bullshit and you know it. We could be wrestling anywhere we want and yet we're nothing but bodyguards for this guy. The money he's paying us can't be worth this.
Storm: I know. The moneys good but I can't help but feel you're right.
As those last words rolled off his tongue the doors to the Trouble Trax swung open allowing Alex Cross to walk inside. He was dressed in black sweatpants and a plain blue shirt, his head covered by a plain blue baseball cap.
Alex: Sorry guys downtown traffic was a bitch.
Ryan: Let me ask you a question Cross. What the hell is your plan? You can't wrestle and all we are to use is fucking babysitters. So outside the money what's keeping us from just walking out?
Storm: He's right Alex. Since we got here we've felt like our talent and skills have been glossed over. Hell, we get the impression that even you are taking us for granted.
Alex: Then walk. What else do you want me to say? Do you want me to get on me knees and beg you to stay? Sorry fellas because that ain't happening.
He pushed past the duo and climbed into the nearby ring. The place was almost empty. New talent hadn't yet worked out regular routines which left large gaps in time where no one darkened the door.
Alex: You wanna walk then walk I won't stop you. I've taken on John Champa and his goons by myself before so why should now be any different?
Storm: Perhaps because you can't wrestle? It's kinda hard to stand up and fight when you can't even stand up.
Alex: I'm standing now aren't I? I've been watching you two for awhile and your careers are impressive. I also know that standing for something other than yourselves is a bit out of your wheelhouse. Seriously, when was the last time you fought or stood up for someone else?
The two men looked at one another before looking back at Alex.
Alex: Exactly. Since day one you've only cared about the man beside you, refusing to let anyone else in. You take what you want by force and screw everyone else. This is something new for both of y'all.
Ryan: Hell of a speech Cross but I'm still not convinced.
Storm: You may not be but I am.
Colton climbed into the ring next to Alex.
Storm: Think about it. What do we have to lose?
Ryan: What do we have to lose? A lot! Our whole career has been based off of one thing and here you are trying to spin it around on a whim. We don’t save people brother. We’re the ones who cause others to need saving.
Storm: Our legacy has already been established. We do this and fail we lose nothing in the long run. We do this and succeed it just further cements that we are the best around. Hell, nothing has to change inside that ring and you know it. The only difference is we got someone else watching our back for once who isn’t trying to stab us when we aren’t looking.
Ryan: Fine, whatever.
Storm: Do you know anything about the Heathens Alex?
Alex: Not really. I know John Champa is a tough bastard but he’s worthless on his own. The only thing is Samson is backing them and he’s a snake in the grass. John Champa is bad but he’s dumb as hell. Samson is the smarter one in the group and if he thinks he can give his team a leg up illegally and get away with it you can bet he will.
Ryan: Just like usual then, going in blind.
Storm: And what happens when we go in blind?
Ryan: They end up blind.
Alex: So I take it going not knowing much about your opponents is a common thing with you two?
Storm: Pretty much.
Alex: I’ll be honest here guys I hate flying in blind.
Ryan: Good thing you aren’t wrestling I guess.
Alex: You’re right. So shall we get started then?
The three men talk as Alex takes off his shirt and tosses it out of the ring as the scene fades with him pulling on the top rope.
Storm: I don't know. Kid said he'd be here in an hour and that was thirty minutes ago.
Ryan: This is bullshit and you know it. We could be wrestling anywhere we want and yet we're nothing but bodyguards for this guy. The money he's paying us can't be worth this.
Storm: I know. The moneys good but I can't help but feel you're right.
As those last words rolled off his tongue the doors to the Trouble Trax swung open allowing Alex Cross to walk inside. He was dressed in black sweatpants and a plain blue shirt, his head covered by a plain blue baseball cap.
Alex: Sorry guys downtown traffic was a bitch.
Ryan: Let me ask you a question Cross. What the hell is your plan? You can't wrestle and all we are to use is fucking babysitters. So outside the money what's keeping us from just walking out?
Storm: He's right Alex. Since we got here we've felt like our talent and skills have been glossed over. Hell, we get the impression that even you are taking us for granted.
Alex: Then walk. What else do you want me to say? Do you want me to get on me knees and beg you to stay? Sorry fellas because that ain't happening.
He pushed past the duo and climbed into the nearby ring. The place was almost empty. New talent hadn't yet worked out regular routines which left large gaps in time where no one darkened the door.
Alex: You wanna walk then walk I won't stop you. I've taken on John Champa and his goons by myself before so why should now be any different?
Storm: Perhaps because you can't wrestle? It's kinda hard to stand up and fight when you can't even stand up.
Alex: I'm standing now aren't I? I've been watching you two for awhile and your careers are impressive. I also know that standing for something other than yourselves is a bit out of your wheelhouse. Seriously, when was the last time you fought or stood up for someone else?
The two men looked at one another before looking back at Alex.
Alex: Exactly. Since day one you've only cared about the man beside you, refusing to let anyone else in. You take what you want by force and screw everyone else. This is something new for both of y'all.
Ryan: Hell of a speech Cross but I'm still not convinced.
Storm: You may not be but I am.
Colton climbed into the ring next to Alex.
Storm: Think about it. What do we have to lose?
Ryan: What do we have to lose? A lot! Our whole career has been based off of one thing and here you are trying to spin it around on a whim. We don’t save people brother. We’re the ones who cause others to need saving.
Storm: Our legacy has already been established. We do this and fail we lose nothing in the long run. We do this and succeed it just further cements that we are the best around. Hell, nothing has to change inside that ring and you know it. The only difference is we got someone else watching our back for once who isn’t trying to stab us when we aren’t looking.
Ryan: Fine, whatever.
Storm: Do you know anything about the Heathens Alex?
Alex: Not really. I know John Champa is a tough bastard but he’s worthless on his own. The only thing is Samson is backing them and he’s a snake in the grass. John Champa is bad but he’s dumb as hell. Samson is the smarter one in the group and if he thinks he can give his team a leg up illegally and get away with it you can bet he will.
Ryan: Just like usual then, going in blind.
Storm: And what happens when we go in blind?
Ryan: They end up blind.
Alex: So I take it going not knowing much about your opponents is a common thing with you two?
Storm: Pretty much.
Alex: I’ll be honest here guys I hate flying in blind.
Ryan: Good thing you aren’t wrestling I guess.
Alex: You’re right. So shall we get started then?
The three men talk as Alex takes off his shirt and tosses it out of the ring as the scene fades with him pulling on the top rope.