Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 11, 2014 20:26:24 GMT
Over the horizon comes a huge nasty black cloud of smoke and a rumbling of a not so finely tuned engine with no traces of a exhaust system. Standing in the parking lot of the airport standing next to his BMW is Double J Joe Jones. He’s suppose to meet Sick Nick at the airport so he can catch his flight to Texas and give him his paycheck. With Double J is a slender female in a business suit and a she’s holding a clipboard in one hand and slung over her shoulder is leather briefcase. Her brunette hair is up in a pun and her black rim glasses does nothing but hide her ice blue eyes.
That rumble and moving cloud of smoke comes near. As it gets nearer, it has a beat. Cresting a hill is something that should be in a junkyard. A 78 Coupe De Ville, the hood and both front fenders are different colors to each other, and the badly faded and sun burnt red paint with a ripped vinyl top makes up the rest of the car. Rolling out from under the car and engulfing the whole rear end of the car is this thick black smoke that lingers in the air when the car is long gone. You can tell where he came from for at least a hour after the fact. The Coupe De Ville pulls into the parking space next to Double J. Sitting behind the driver’s seat is Sick Nick. He slams the car in park and shuts it off. The car diesels for several seconds and finally submits with a huge loud, making people duck in fear of gun shot fired backfire. Sick Nick has the radio up real loud. The Automatic 2000 stereo system is pumping out a AM sounding “Let’s all get drunk tonight” by Afroman.
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's get dumb, drink some rum. Make my teeth and gums feel real numb.
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving while we're drinking and we're driving.
Nick pulls the whole radio out of the dash before climbing out through the window. He smiles at Joe as he puts his foot on the ground and wiggles out of the car. The Caddy shines in the bright afternoon sun with it’s spray painted stock gold rims that features over spray on the tires looks like a eye sore in mist of BMW’s, Audi’s and Jaguars that fill the parking lot.
Double J “Dear god Nick....Where did you get this piece of crap?”
All proud of his wheels “I bought it!”
Double J “You paid for of it?”
Sick Nick “125 bucks. What a steal huh?”
Double J “If you say so. Does the door work?”
Sick Nick “No I had that wielded shut. Cool huh?”
Joe rolls his eyes. “Nick, I have a few things for you.”
Nick “Yeah?”
Joe “Yeah, here.”
Joe hands Nick a bag. In the bag is his paycheck, in cash, a cell phone, and a present. Nick holds up the present in awe.
Nick “You got me this?”
Joe “Yeah. A little something to show how proud I am of you. You’ve been off to a good start in your career Nick and I wanted to give you something. It’s a reward of sorts.”
Nick “REALLY!” Nick tears into in and in it is a brand new flannel shirt. Red and white and blue. Nick holds it up and is so excited. He quickly puts it on.
Nick “Wow...Thanks Joe! This is great!!!”
Nick hugs Joe. A touching moment.
Joe “Okay Nick....I want you to meet someone.”
Nick unhugs Joe. He looks at the girl standing next to Joe and she’s pushes his glasses up her nose.
Joe “Nick seeing I can’t always be with you I hired a PR person for you. She will be going with you to Texas. Her name is Karen. She’s going to look after you and take care of you and make sure nothing bad is said about you in the press.”
Nick “PR person?”
Karen extends her hand towards Nick “Hi Nick. I’m looking forward to working with you. Joe has told me so much about you.”
Nick shakes her hand, but it looks like he is afraid to touch her hand for the most part.
Karen “Now Nick we have to get going. Out plane is set to take off soon and we still have to get through security.”
Nick “Okay.....Joey can you watch this for me.”
Nick hands Joe his radio from his car. Joe looks at it like, “What the.....”
Joe “I guess.....Don’t want to leave it in the car?”
Nick “I would, but the windshield leaks above the radio and I can’t roll up the side windows and I don’t want it stolen. I got it on clearance from Wal Mart you know.”
Joe “How come the windows don’t roll up?”
Nick “Well how would I get out then?”
Joe slightly nods his head. He holds the radio as Karen and Nick make their way into the airport.................................
Karen “Okay Nick, You may know that Monday Night at Mayhem you will face current ESW World Champion Zander Thrash in a non title match..”
Sick Nick “I am?”
Karen “Yes. Double J talked to raven and she granted you another match. Apparently Raven was impressed with your match with Common Centz.””
Sick Nick “But he beat me.”
Karen “Even in defeat you can look awesome.”
Sick Nick “Really?”
Karen “Yes, look at Nanook. He put up a great match against SunFeather.”
Sick Nick “That was a good match.”
Karen “Yes it was....” Karen says as she’s looking something up on her lap top. “Now I’m going to release a statement from you to Zander Thrash.
Sick Nick “Yeah?”
Karen ”Yeah.” Karen says as she starts to type away on her lap top.
Nick leans in real close towards Karen “Why?”
Karen looks at Nick. She pushes him back into his seat. “So we can put you into position to look like you will win.”
Nick “Yeah?”
Karen types away like lightening. Very fast with the key.....strokes she is. After a few minutes she has a statement ready for release.
Karen “Okay Nick, tell me if you like this.” Karen clears her throat.
“Monday night I will be facing ESW World champion Zander Thrash. As much as it is a honor for me to be fighting someone like Zander so early in my career, I want to let Zander know that I will not lay down and allow him to win. I will fight Zander to the best of my abilities in hopes of winning to improve my standings in the ESW and the Wrestling industry as well. I look forward to this challenge the management of the ESW has placed in front of me. I will do my best win or lose.”
Nick interrupts Karen. “Who says I‘m going to lose?”
Karen “What?”
Sick Nick “I’m going to do my best and win. Only losers lose and I’m no loser.”
Karen “So you want me to add that in there then?.”
Sick Nick “Yeah.”
Karen stares at him and then goes back to her lap top. “Okay.....I will do my best to win, for only losers lose and I’m no loser. I will show the ESW that last week was a fluke and that I, Sick Nick is the real deal.”
Sick Nick “Me likes.”
Karen “Good. Now when we land we have a interview with Lee Cyril so start thinking about what you will say okay?”
Sick Nick “Okay.”
FTB
That rumble and moving cloud of smoke comes near. As it gets nearer, it has a beat. Cresting a hill is something that should be in a junkyard. A 78 Coupe De Ville, the hood and both front fenders are different colors to each other, and the badly faded and sun burnt red paint with a ripped vinyl top makes up the rest of the car. Rolling out from under the car and engulfing the whole rear end of the car is this thick black smoke that lingers in the air when the car is long gone. You can tell where he came from for at least a hour after the fact. The Coupe De Ville pulls into the parking space next to Double J. Sitting behind the driver’s seat is Sick Nick. He slams the car in park and shuts it off. The car diesels for several seconds and finally submits with a huge loud, making people duck in fear of gun shot fired backfire. Sick Nick has the radio up real loud. The Automatic 2000 stereo system is pumping out a AM sounding “Let’s all get drunk tonight” by Afroman.
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's get dumb, drink some rum. Make my teeth and gums feel real numb.
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving while we're drinking and we're driving.
Nick pulls the whole radio out of the dash before climbing out through the window. He smiles at Joe as he puts his foot on the ground and wiggles out of the car. The Caddy shines in the bright afternoon sun with it’s spray painted stock gold rims that features over spray on the tires looks like a eye sore in mist of BMW’s, Audi’s and Jaguars that fill the parking lot.
Double J “Dear god Nick....Where did you get this piece of crap?”
All proud of his wheels “I bought it!”
Double J “You paid for of it?”
Sick Nick “125 bucks. What a steal huh?”
Double J “If you say so. Does the door work?”
Sick Nick “No I had that wielded shut. Cool huh?”
Joe rolls his eyes. “Nick, I have a few things for you.”
Nick “Yeah?”
Joe “Yeah, here.”
Joe hands Nick a bag. In the bag is his paycheck, in cash, a cell phone, and a present. Nick holds up the present in awe.
Nick “You got me this?”
Joe “Yeah. A little something to show how proud I am of you. You’ve been off to a good start in your career Nick and I wanted to give you something. It’s a reward of sorts.”
Nick “REALLY!” Nick tears into in and in it is a brand new flannel shirt. Red and white and blue. Nick holds it up and is so excited. He quickly puts it on.
Nick “Wow...Thanks Joe! This is great!!!”
Nick hugs Joe. A touching moment.
Joe “Okay Nick....I want you to meet someone.”
Nick unhugs Joe. He looks at the girl standing next to Joe and she’s pushes his glasses up her nose.
Joe “Nick seeing I can’t always be with you I hired a PR person for you. She will be going with you to Texas. Her name is Karen. She’s going to look after you and take care of you and make sure nothing bad is said about you in the press.”
Nick “PR person?”
Karen extends her hand towards Nick “Hi Nick. I’m looking forward to working with you. Joe has told me so much about you.”
Nick shakes her hand, but it looks like he is afraid to touch her hand for the most part.
Karen “Now Nick we have to get going. Out plane is set to take off soon and we still have to get through security.”
Nick “Okay.....Joey can you watch this for me.”
Nick hands Joe his radio from his car. Joe looks at it like, “What the.....”
Joe “I guess.....Don’t want to leave it in the car?”
Nick “I would, but the windshield leaks above the radio and I can’t roll up the side windows and I don’t want it stolen. I got it on clearance from Wal Mart you know.”
Joe “How come the windows don’t roll up?”
Nick “Well how would I get out then?”
Joe slightly nods his head. He holds the radio as Karen and Nick make their way into the airport.................................
Some time later on the plane.......
Karen “Okay Nick, You may know that Monday Night at Mayhem you will face current ESW World Champion Zander Thrash in a non title match..”
Sick Nick “I am?”
Karen “Yes. Double J talked to raven and she granted you another match. Apparently Raven was impressed with your match with Common Centz.””
Sick Nick “But he beat me.”
Karen “Even in defeat you can look awesome.”
Sick Nick “Really?”
Karen “Yes, look at Nanook. He put up a great match against SunFeather.”
Sick Nick “That was a good match.”
Karen “Yes it was....” Karen says as she’s looking something up on her lap top. “Now I’m going to release a statement from you to Zander Thrash.
Sick Nick “Yeah?”
Karen ”Yeah.” Karen says as she starts to type away on her lap top.
Nick leans in real close towards Karen “Why?”
Karen looks at Nick. She pushes him back into his seat. “So we can put you into position to look like you will win.”
Nick “Yeah?”
Karen types away like lightening. Very fast with the key.....strokes she is. After a few minutes she has a statement ready for release.
Karen “Okay Nick, tell me if you like this.” Karen clears her throat.
“Monday night I will be facing ESW World champion Zander Thrash. As much as it is a honor for me to be fighting someone like Zander so early in my career, I want to let Zander know that I will not lay down and allow him to win. I will fight Zander to the best of my abilities in hopes of winning to improve my standings in the ESW and the Wrestling industry as well. I look forward to this challenge the management of the ESW has placed in front of me. I will do my best win or lose.”
Nick interrupts Karen. “Who says I‘m going to lose?”
Karen “What?”
Sick Nick “I’m going to do my best and win. Only losers lose and I’m no loser.”
Karen “So you want me to add that in there then?.”
Sick Nick “Yeah.”
Karen stares at him and then goes back to her lap top. “Okay.....I will do my best to win, for only losers lose and I’m no loser. I will show the ESW that last week was a fluke and that I, Sick Nick is the real deal.”
Sick Nick “Me likes.”
Karen “Good. Now when we land we have a interview with Lee Cyril so start thinking about what you will say okay?”
Sick Nick “Okay.”
FTB