The bustle of the hospital never slowed. Cars came and went in search of parking while pedestrians struggled through the frigid winds of the incoming winter. The early darkness was a welcome relief for three men clinging to the shadows, as what they had planned was best done by the cover of night.
Bray: It’s freezing out here! Can’t we just go inside and talk to her?
Bingo sighed, his comrades didn’t understand the fine points of kidnapping, rookies. Being seen is a bad way to go. Nick Bates didn’t put up much of an argument anymore, Bingo had distracted him earlier with a Playboy and all they could hear was heavy breathing just around the corner.
B17: Beta, how’s it going over there?
Beta: My zipper is stuck.
B17 and Bray exchanged worried looks.
Bray: ON WHAT?
Beta: The magazine.
B17 rounded the corner and saw Beta struggling to pull the rolled up magazine out of his pants.
BINGO PUNCH.
The magazine falls harmlessly to the ground.
Bray: HERE SHE COMES!
B17: WHERE!
Bray: OVER THERE!
Over by the nearest parking garage is a tall blonde. She is wearing a heavy orange winter jacket that stands out vividly from the bleak backdrop. But she is alert and starting at the three men shouting and pointing at her. She takes off running.
B17: Go, Betamax, GO!
With his pants falling off, Betamax springs at improbable speeds and catches the white lady before she gets too far. She tries to scream but Beta stuffs the rolled up magazine in her mouth. B17 and Bray come rushing up.
BINGO PUNCH!
The magazine falls harmlessly to the ground.
B17: Gross.
A swift knee to the groin drops Betamax.
B17: WOAH, WOAH! We just want to talk!
Bray: He was planning to kidnap you.
B17: NOT HELPFUL!
The lady pulls out a mace spray from her purse: Get back!
B17: Ok, ok. Hi, I’m Bingo. Nice to meet you. GIVE ME BACK MY WIG!
B17 lunges at the the lady, but the spray goes directly into his eyes before he can reach her. He falls to ground howling in pain and tries to wipe the liquid away.
Bray puts both his hands up: Look, the Anime Prince wants to tell you that no harm will come to you. You are far too beautiful to hurt.
She blushes.
Bray: The Anime Prince’s Friends, The B Community may have gone too far, but we only have a simple question. You see, you were the nurse for my gypsy looking friend and you removed a very special something from him.
Nurse: Penis?
Bray: His wig.
B17 reaches up in dramatic fashion: Pow….power levels....draining.
Bray: What he means to say is the wig was very special to him. It was a part of him in many ways. Do you have any memory of this man or his wig?
The nurse puts the mace away and stares down at the red eyed Bingo: I do. Horrible patient and the smell...disgusting. But we threw the wig away-
B17: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Nurse: But someone picked it out of the trash.
Nurse: Yes, he looked wild. Lots of hair, smelled bad, talked to himself a lot, always muttering about a box.
Betamax crawled to his feet: Was he white?
She kicked him hard in the crotch again and watched as he hit the ground.
Nurse: Yeah, white guy with dreadlocks that liked showing off his chest hair.
*****
Another frustrating loss to the hands of TTT sends Harvey on a rampage backstage.
H2O walks passed a table with food and drinks on it and he tosses it onto the floor.
H2O: I’m so sick of these guys!
He also starts knocking down some lighting fixtures and throwing chairs against the wall. He then walks by a soda machine that has been spray painted “TTT”.
As H2O gets ready to punch the machine and strong hand to stops him.
???: Not so fast……
The camera pans out wide and it’s the former Pride Champion himself, KD. Harvey looks back at him.
KD: Don’t you think it’s about that time?
H2O’s heart stops bulging from inside his chest as the sight of KD calms him down.
H2O: …...
KD lets go of Harvey’s arm. H2O then turns towards KD.
KD: I remember Riot 507 when I was down and out. You did something for me. Now I’m here to do something for you.
H2O looks up to the big mans face and places his hands on his hips.
The crowd cheers as KD gestures for a handshake from H2O. Harvey strokes his hair back and paces from side to side.
The Good Light stops pacing and stares up at KD. KD shrugs but doesn’t move his hand. H2O shakes his head “Yes” and shakes KD’s hand.
The fans cheer, “H2O” “Big KD” back and forth. You can feel The Garden come alive again as these men unite.
The scene fades.
I have some high expectations for this one.
Two teams trying to make a statement.
Finally, only took 3 weeks but we finally have some class stepping into the Turmoil ring as we welcome the Uncrowned and AWOL.
A.W.O.L. vs Uncrowned
The camera pans to the announce team.
They came to play tonight.
He was trying to make a point.
Sad world we live in that I am forced to deal with Millennial society and not great teams like AWOL and Uncrowned.
We turn to the quiet and serene sight of Drago’s Dojo. Despite the chilly weather outside, the sun shines through the front window. The camera follows the sunlight to the sight of the Women’s Champion Dragana alone in her workout attire. This attire, of course, consisting of the black and white sports bra, sweatpants, and sneakers, all Adidas branded. It’s an Eastern European thing. Dragana takes a sip of water and places her headphones on her ears.
She goes to her workout playlist on her phone, and the first song that plays is Tchaikovsky’s “Waltz of the Flowers”. But of course. She proceeds to grab a yoga mat from the corner of the room and spreads it out onto the floor. She walks up to the mat and starts things off with a deep breath and a standing hamstring stretch. The Women’s Champion closes her eyes and breathes out. The Silent Queen then proceeds to get on her knees, bending her right elbow to touch the upper half of her back in a tricep stretch. She takes another breath when…..
Dragana: ???
The music oddly changes to something completely different, sounding much more upbeat than what she’s used to. She pulls out her phone and the screen shows Lotus FloJo’s theme is playing. Strange. She never remembered having that song or anything like that on her phone. Maybe she’s just not remembering things well. She shrugs it off and goes back to her playlist, shifting from Tchaikovsky to Beethoven. More specifically, Beethoven’s 5th Symphony in C Minor. Dragana thinks about the past comments people have made toward her tastes toward music and general entertainment; she lets out a tiny smile as she hears the voices in her head like it was yesterday.
Johnny: That’s….different. People still listen to this stuff in 2018?
Aerith: You’re something else, aren’t you? Haha!
Dragana blinks a few times, going back to the present moment. She walks up to some weights and starts “clanging and banging”, if you will. She starts to lift one weight after the other, taking deep breaths and letting them out. As the 5th Symphony starts to get more intense, Dragana lifts the weights more rapidly; never letting up. The sweat pours off her forehead and then…..
What?
The music changes again to the theme of…..something sounding straight from an anime. Dragana drops her weights in anger and looks back at her phone; The screen shows that the song playing is the theme from Cowboy Bebop. She shakes her head. Something’s wrong. She was never really a big fan of anime to begin with; this has no place in her phone, let alone during her workout. The Women’s Champion removes her headphones and puts them as well as her phone aside; perhaps silence was the solution here. Like it always was. Even when it wasn’t ideal.
The Silent Queen walks off the Dojo’s main room for a second and into the bathroom. She smirks upon the sight of what looks to be individual golden-ish hairs and objects strewn about. Bubba was never the most delicate when it came to his personal hygiene. It’s not easy making that glorious mane shine even when you’re a four hundred pound lion. She looks into the mirror, turns on the faucet and washes her face. She takes a nearby towel and wipes her face. She looks back into the mirror and is shocked to see what looks to be a poster for Gurren Lagann. She turns back to see that in reality, it’s a poster of Miami Connection. She blinks and shakes her head.
What’s going on?
She walks back into the main room, grabs her phone, and decides to just sit down on the couch. Maybe she just isn’t really feeling it today. Tomorrow’s always a new day. She leans back on the couch, closing her eyes to perhaps catch a few Zs. However, she gets interrupted by her phone vibrating repeatedly. She checks it to see that she’s gotten a few messages from an unrecognizable number.
???: Hehe
???: Seems you got a closer look at that Stardust Magic created by my Stand!
???:
???: [menacing]
???: Quick!
???: Strike a pose.
???: Just keeping you on your toes, space cowgirl
???: I might not be the strongest
???: But that’s not gonna stop me from getting into your head
???: I’m not afraid of you
???: See you around
???: HAHAHAHAHA-- *cough* Cough* Cough* Damn
???:
Dragana grits her teeth in annoyance. Must have been the work of that dastardly FloJo. She tries to collect her thoughts but then the phone vibrates again.
Dragana: -_-
She looks at her phone to see that she instead got a message from Aerith.
Aerith: Hey, we’re going bar hopping later tonight, coming with???
