Last Chance Battle Royal

[AJ]

Supreme Being match - Last Chance Battle Royal
(Final TWO standing are IN the Supreme Being Gathering match)


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Deadline = 2-20-2015 @11pm EST

[Jack Sinister]

The snow is cold on the ground. "Goodbye Grandma." He says and walks off with Tabitha back to the car she was nice enough to drive him here. He doesn't say much as he walks into the house and she drives off to be with her new boyfriend.

He looks at his mail she left the house to him, but he is only seventeen years old and wont be eighteen till October. I have had a lot on my mind he thinks and now there is a new chance to become supreme being. what does he have left now but his career? Jack opens a card he has from Mistress Pain?

Jack
I am sorry for your loss I am sure that your Grandmother took very good care of you. You poor young man, does Electra really give you what you need? I can help you become a man just like your Grandmother would have wanted. This battle Royal you will have a chance to join me, I could use your youth and intensity Mister Sinister.
Mistress Pain Xoxox

He smiles some he never had a letter from a woman before let alone an older one like Mistress Pain and she had defeated him before.

"This is my last chance and I am no longer just a little boy what have I got to lose? I am gonna win this I am gonna make sure that this year is the Sinister year. I am down but not out at all."

[James King]

James did not plan on being ordered to stand down by his alpha Dolphus. After Injection he spoke to him and was told that they had a deal with Dax Clark and that it would unfold as time went on. This last chance battle royal was something that James has to win though.

The Wolf- "Mister Clark wants The Natural Order to help him in this match and in return we will be rewarded. Trust me boys this will be for the greater good of all of us."

James has to take the word of his superior if he was The Supreme Being things would be a little different, he sits in his favorite chair staring at the fire place burn. On the floor a pale girl with eye that harbor a galaxy inside of them also watches the fire. James looks at the flames dance in her eyes and imagines her on fire he wonders if she would even give him the satisfaction of screaming. He smirks and leans forward.

James- "Eve... tell me dear why don't you run?"

She can not answer the question and he knows it, he watches the confusion take her over as she fights with herself over why she stays here when there are so many chances to run away.

James- "Don't hurt yourself girl, not all questions can be answered. This Supreme Being match is full of questions. I am on the prowl though, I have a reputation to build. Now that Christian and I have the gold we hold power. Domination doesn't stop by merely winning the crown my sweet, no that is only the beginning. Once a man has what he wants then he has to make it completely his and erase all others from the history. I am that type of man Eve I am the one that will sit on a throne as the world burns for it's sins. Tell me what will you be doing?"

She pauses before answering him and he knows she is choosing her answer very carefully like she usually does. Eventually she will drop her guard for him.

Eve- "Whatever you want me to be doing."

He chuckles and pats her on the head as he stands up and walks out of the room. Lots of competitors will be looking to win this and only two of them will advance.

James- "I must do whatever it takes to advance to the gathering, I have to make my mark and I WILL not lay down!"

[Rabbit]

There is a chance yes... that Raven might defeat me but will that end my chances at being the Supreme Being?

NO!

I am not going to let my defeat be the end of my dreams, I will dust myself off and become even stronger. I got the fire the eye of the tiger and I will dance through everyone of you in that last chance battle royal if I should need to. I WILL make my mark, I have came too far already to be stopped now. I want to be there in the heights of my friends, I will have my name remembered what about the rest of you? That is then but this is now and right now I am ready to fight for what I want.

[Mistress Pain]

"Hello my monsters. It would appear that though I am still eXtinction champion that I have nothing to do this Injection. Now I see that anyone who isn't tied up can enter and since I usually am the one doing the tying I thought that I should take this chance. I see Rabbit, has hopped on the bandwagon, James King, has been brought to his knees with this opportunity, Jack Sinister, I see you got my note.

Looks like I'm the only female in this orgy and I do like my odds. *wink* Although, there is still room for more if there are anymore men wanting in. KISSES!"

Mistress blows a kiss to the camera before it cuts away.

[Alejandro Primo]

The Primo could Lose!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Yea right, but for real if The Primo does lose then it is because he must be in this battle royal and prevent Mistress Pain from winning, if Bambi is in the match then I will wrestle on her behalf because she is half of me as I am half of her. That makes us both PRIMO!!!!!

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Alright! I could care less about the rest of you The Primo has far superior talents to all yours. Ciao!

[JT Starr]

JT is pacing pulling at his mask and chattering.

"I win I win...Pa..Pa I will Two....two for moi! Leave...Ha...haha!! No...NONO! I starr I am shine! Chewbaga dobetee not brother, not NOT! this ...fair...same...no take backsies! NO!"

[Paroxysm]

Paro, oh Paro, au per-o, where are you, where are you?

Where have you gone, oh fair Pair- 0

Oh Bolero, oh Bolero

Round & round we go

Down & down we go

Oh Paro, oh Paro



***



[What... what happened to you? Huh? Poof... you just vanished. Flying, sooo high. Universe Champion. Heh, that was you. Remember? So cunning. So smart. And then... nothing. You shot your wad. I knew we weren't ready for that. But you said...]



"No."



I lift my head and survey the room. Who, said that? I will myself to sit up and peer around the corner. Peeping. Peaking. My pupils see no persons people or even a shadow on the other side of the peephole. Hmm. I let myself back down. Ouch. Fuck.



[Ouch? Fuck? You - you wanted this. You did this to us. To him. Are you having second thoughts?]



"No."



What the fuck?! I'm not sitting up again. Fuck that. I'm just hearing voices...



[Well no shit. But that wasn't me.]



It's fine, I'll be fine.



[We'll be fine.]



Whatever...



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"...and I said, 'Bitch, of course you're on the hook for this idea, you're the fucking hairdresser.' I couldn't believe it, like she was absolved of some responsibility. IT'S YOUR IDEA! I'm just the designer..." I glance around the park and don't see any other benches occupied by an early twenties black man with dread locks and those thick Buddy Holly-like glasses that all these fucking hipsters wear now. He sees me and gives me a little head nod so I walk over and take a seat next to Charles, who's a bit more effeminate in person than via email, whatever that means. I pull out my trusty Kindle and start to read thru Robert Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance to go over some of the highlights I've made on a previous reading. I hate waiting and I hate my phone for all it's wonderful distractions so my Kindle is my escape in times like these. It doesn't work. My mind wanders - not very zen like. I take my index finger and trace below the words I want to read: "When you try to climb a mountain to prove how big you are, you almost never make it. And even if you do, it's a hollow victory. In order to sustain that victory you have to prove yourself again and again and again, driven forever to fill a false image, haunted by the fear that the image is not true and someone will find out. That's never the way..." and I still can't focus on them. Why am I here - no, not that way. I mean literally why am I here? Why the fuck am I meet up with a graphic designer?



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"The walk of shame is completely ok, if you have an ice cream cone," I overheard the sexy college co-ed coo on crooked sidewalks, kicking up dust & dilemmas.



"Well, I guess we've been doing it wrong all these years.." I writhed in my seat as I read Maddy's texted reply to my retelling - doesn't she know I keep my freezer full of ice cream & expired slide film I find in bargain basements & from the old fogies who have long since digitizied their lives and lost their life with the procedure forgetting what it's like to fully create from nothing & the waiting that must be endured in in the open space from shutter click to actualization to learn anything from the process. Or cross-processing.



"Fuck your instant gratification!" I shout as a I pass the bowl to Aidan with a cough and a laugh & a smile; secretly I'm in secret denial hiding from secret smiles & kisses & blowjobs that I sometimes choose to acknowledge as mine & other times resent for doing as I do & not as I say -



"Don't ya say. Um, I mean, ya don't say, or assay," Aidan replies and I marvel at his welcoming the revolution as we shift from the form of Uh to Um to pause. Shore, shore, the old folks still uh & those shifty Brits sometimes er or erm but since Amerikan is the most common language spoken amongst ESL individuals & our culture is the most invasive and overgrown & yet all alone, glued to & soon to be surgically attached to our phones or whatever portable look-at-device YOU prefer or think will suffice to protect you in those times of isolation & boredom. Never board, erm, I mean bored.



"Well, ain't you just a Riot?" Aidan continues.



"No, that's AJ. I'm just a sudden burst or fit...z and the tantrums."



"You bought a new bag of pot so let's make a new start..." oh, John Britt Daniels, you know that's the way to my heart...



"What I believe your experiencing, Pete, is psychosis," said the armchair shrink by day whom I've met at the local coffee joint that I like to spend my days in. I spend my nights wrapped up in joints so tight I gotta pull extra hard to even get a drag - thanks Cudi for everything you taught me.



"La Parka. Psicosis is Nicho El Millionaire - he never shoulda tooken that mask off..."



"This is what I'm trying to tell you, Peter. I'm trying to help." Doesn't even believe my name is Paroxysm. So I'm Pete or Peter. I still hate when people call me that.



"Right. Help me, help you."



"Well, not quite. Half right..."



"Half write, half amazing, Doc." I never did catch a name, so it's just Doc. Or sometimes doc if I'm feeling disrespectful.



"I gotta admit, I'm never shore when you legitimately misspell a word."



"Me either, Aidz. And lemme tell ya somtehnig, I raelly hate speelcheek. And it h8s me 2//" I replied after Aidan picked me up from the java joint so we could get to the gym. I handed him his triple vanilla with 3.14 shots of espresso and .86 shots of sugar in the RAW IS WAR.



"How'd your chat go with the Doc?"



"Think's it psychosis."



"C'mon, everyone knows you're La Parka - except that one time you took your mask off - you never shoulda tooken that mask off."



"I know, that's what I told her!"



"Her? Well, you never mentioned that she's ... um, a she."



"You never asked. Why don't you come in an meet her? She's quite the looker and seems to have a thing for nutsos."



"Ahh yass, ahh yeaaah. I just might... I just might. Anyhoo what did she say to that?"



"Man, I dunno if she believed or understood or stood under the understanding & ever expanding thoughts & explanations, with my umbrella opened for her protection from the torrential torrent of illegal downloads of knowledge that I rain down."



"Yaasss - yassss!"



I shiver and shake and pick up the 65 lbs 75 liter pack that protrudes above my protective helmet & is topped with 100 feet of rope, dressed like a giant potential life saving bow on top of what are currently the most important possessions in my possession - food, film, shelter, & extra layers to layer on if & when I or we get cold. Flicking out the cherry of my American spirit, but never flicking out My Amurkan Spirit, we rope up & march on stomping thru snow & ice covered wilderness that hasn't felt the touch of a man in at least 4 years by the rangers best estimate.



"What the fuck were you doing up there?"



"Fuck if I know Aidan."



"Did you find yourself?"



"Fuck no, I came down more lost than ever before. So it goes..."



"Yass, yass you little parroting Paro. Can't we just skip this workout and get drunk or at least burgle something?"



I step into the ring with Aidan & Petey, with Johnny shouting out instructions on what knowledge he wants to impregnate into our young impregnable little brains. I gots my HS diploma, what the fuck do I need to learn for? I'm hear to fight, ya here?



"Ahh, shuddup ya dumbbasterd," Malloy barked. No one had said anything. "Ya didn't have to say it, I can read it on that dumb face ah yers." I reach my hand up and double check, yup. "And don't think I can't see yer expression thru that stupid mask." To get him to shut up, I pull my cock out and start waving it about and helicoptering it - Aidan punches me in the ear. Stop dicking around, he shouts as Petey pulls him away from me.



"That didn't happen."



"It's a parabowl."



"No, it isn't."



"Yeah, just like Sisyphus."



"It's nothing like Sisyphus."



"Oedipus?"



"No."



"Well it's the Parable of Paro, because English."



"No, just no."



[You know it's bad when Aidan's the voice of reason here.]



"God damnit, why are you back?"



"Oh, I invited him."



"Damnit Aidan. Now why would you do that?"



"I dunno, he keeps me company sometime."



[Well, at least SOMEONE appreciates me around here.]



"You don't have to deal with him," Aidz give me that look, you know, that one, "Well, at least not like I do. He gives me the creeps sometimes when I forget that he's there. Sometimes he just hides, and hides, waiting and waiting to make his entrance. Gah."



"Well too bad. You weren't around and I needed to talk to somebody."



"Fine. Look, I've been doing some thinking anyway. That shrink's a little nuts herself, but I think she might be onto something - I need to remake my brand."



"Your what?"



"My brand. I mean, this mask and this outfit and all of this. It's time for an overhaul. People need em sometimes, especially wrestlers. Just look at John Cena. He needs one BAD. Dudes almost 40 and he dresses like he's 12."



"Fuck you I like John Cena. He fights for the people. You just fight for yourself, you selfish bastard."



"You would like him. I will too, when he has his Hogan-nWo moment. I'll mark out like a little kid. Sadly that day doesn't look like it's gonna happen anytime soon... whatever happened to the super stable? Sure there's the Authority, and there was the Shield and whatever Bray Wyatt drags around him, but the real honest to goodness super-stable. Hall - Nash - Hogan..."



"And then pretty much everyone else in WCW was in the nWo, and it was really dumb. That's why super stables aren't around. After awhile they just absorb everybody"



"No, that happened because Russo and co. were a bunch of short sighted writers...



"Like us?"



"Exactly. I don't think WWE's writers are smart enough to craft a stable with established stars and keep it up, either."



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And that's why I'm meeting with a graphic designer.