Post by Freakke on Jul 9, 2010 12:53:37 GMT -6
The Allegheny River runs through most of Western PA and is one of three rivers to meet at the city of Pittsburgh. Some say there are fish big enough to eat men in it but no one really knows. The water is always murky and no one can really prove it either way. Today, the camera cuts into a view of the River upriver of one of the many dams that make the Allegheny capable of bearing larger boats. On the other side few houses can be seen and along the shore on the side the camera crew sat, none could be found. The tranquil scene was immediately ruined by a familiar voice.
"CANNONBALL!!!!"
Running along a set of ice breakers, the X Division Champion leaped forward and curled into a ball. His black and green swimming trunks were the last thing the camera caught before a large splash broke the gentle waves of the water. Freakke came up for air a moment later and swam back to shore, where Ms. Fitte and Dr. Dream were both sitting on lawn chairs. Ms. Fitte was trying to tan and the good Doctor sat with his arm in a water tight cast. Freakke came up to the shore and smirked. He splashed both of them with his initial jump.
"Cute, Charlie. You can splash around in the water."
"I can make a bigger splash."
"Yeah, lets not do that."
Freakke smirked as he fell backwards into the water, floatting out further into the river.
"I told you I knew the best spot to go swimming. It only took us a few hours drive but it was worth it. It always is."
"Uh-huh, and the thirty minutes we spent at the gas station while you had to go..."
"Let's never speak of that ever again. And I mean never again."
Dr. Dream just lay back and smirked. Freakke shifted his body around and started to swim back to shore. He climbed up the ice breakers into the shade and plopped down in front of the camera.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen...as you can see, we're at the river today. Why? Because its hot. Its so damn hot today, had I not unplugged the air conditioner and blamed a short, Ms. Fitte and Doc Dream here would still be at home sitting in the living room."
"I knew it!"
"Anyhow, Seth Evans, Picture Perfect. I suppose we need to talk about that. Its too damn hot though. I really don't want to right now."
Freakke only had a second to react but immediately was hit by a sand clod. He plopped over holding his head as the camera panned over to the Surgical Sandman dusting his hands off. It turned back to Freakke as he sat up and rubbed the mark where he got hit.
"Ahh...what was that for...oh yeah..."
He got up and dusted himself off.
"Well, lets get this over with so I can get back to the water. Anyhow, just a quick recap of whats going on, Seth Evans v. Freakke Sunday at Picture Perfect. Seth thinks he can pull off a vendetta that makes him look like a saint, but there are no saints in the wrestling ring. Saints abhor violence. All wrestling is is sport violence. Seth, I don't mind you hating me. A lot of people hate me. Get over it."
He looked down to the box that they had brought with them. It sat between Dr. Dream and Ms. Fitte. Freakke looked back to the camera and sighed.
"As for you not forgiving me...I don't care. I never asked for your forgiveness. I don't recall asking to be forgiven. Forgive and forget isn't what I want. What I want is to be proud of myself again. To do that is simple. I have to earn it. Seth, you seem to think beating me is some kind of hypocratic redemption. I will not beg, I will not plead, I won't ask for something that does nothing more than satiate an already burdened conscious. You see Seth, I'm a firm believer of actions speak louder than words."
He crossed his arms and smiked. His hair blew in the breeze.
"That said, I'm going to earn my way back into the hearts of the fans. I'm going to earn their trust again, and I'm going to carry the title for them. If I were to ask anyone for forgiveness, it's not the staff, it's not the roster, and it certainly isn't you. Its the fans. The very people I strive for, and words won't work. Words won't wash away the sins. You seem to think they will, Seth. They won't. Even our actions can't erase what we've done, but its a start. My actions this weekend, are dedicated to the people who I need to repent for the most. This weekend I will defend my title for the fans who make all this possible. My performance at Picture Perfect is for the Cretins. My Cretins."
He stepped backwards onto the outside ice breaker and into the sun light.
"Seth, I'm done talking about the past now. It's the future you need to look forward to now. You want to be known as a clown killer? Come Sunday, you'll see what a clown can do. You'll see the Big Top Drop down on you. You'll see a Clown make a Punch. You'll see why the cretins come alive when I perform for them the Smiledriver. You'll see it all first hand. When its all said and done, on Sunday, you're going to walk away from the ring without the X Division Title."
Freakke stepped back again and finally was to the edge of the ice breaker.
"Now about this whole baiting me with Harley Quinn...creepy...very, very, creepy. That said, I hate McDonalds. The food is disgusting and it's not worth the cost. Who would have guessed huh? Knowing that, Seth, if you really want to face me, just show up Sunday ready for anything and everything. Trust me, I'll be there. That's all I have to say to you right now."
He made a curt little bow and smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, cretins one and all, I make you this promise, Sunday, I will hoist the belt high again, but this time its for all of you. I might have had it wrong before but I know what to do now. Who I'm doing this for. This will be the Reign of the Cretins. And I will make it as long a reign as I can muster in the X Division."
He stood up again and held his arms high.
"Until then, I bid you adieu."
He leapt backwards and a loud splash soaked his friends once again. This time the good Doctor rushed the water. Freakke started to swim for the island. The camera faded out before too long.
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Charlie sat in the living room with Mina leaning against him on the couch and Michael hogging a large cushioned chair to himself.. It was dark. The room was only lit by the fake fire that Charlie kept plugged in all year long. It was a calm night.
"So, what do you guys think of this idea? It's been awhile since I've done something like this but I'd like you guys to help me out. Its kind of a group project."
"I'm in. You know that."
"Mike? I'll understand..."
"Listen, Chuck, I'm always behind you man. Besides, I'm out for a while anyways. Someone clipped me with their truck. Besides, Defiant only has a few more shows left. Their last Pay Per View was announced last week."
"Alright, then we're all on board. By the way, Mack might be joining us."
"Wait, Mighty Midget Mack? As in from the actual circus?"
"Yeah, he said he needed to do something different for a while and I made the suggestion. Besides, he needs some time off after the lion incident."
"Lion...Incident...?"
"Don't ask. It would have been better if he hadn't told me but he did."
"Anyhow, I'll go back tomorrow and tell them we're good for this. Then, we'll show everyone something new and exciting."
"CANNONBALL!!!!"
Running along a set of ice breakers, the X Division Champion leaped forward and curled into a ball. His black and green swimming trunks were the last thing the camera caught before a large splash broke the gentle waves of the water. Freakke came up for air a moment later and swam back to shore, where Ms. Fitte and Dr. Dream were both sitting on lawn chairs. Ms. Fitte was trying to tan and the good Doctor sat with his arm in a water tight cast. Freakke came up to the shore and smirked. He splashed both of them with his initial jump.
"Cute, Charlie. You can splash around in the water."
"I can make a bigger splash."
"Yeah, lets not do that."
Freakke smirked as he fell backwards into the water, floatting out further into the river.
"I told you I knew the best spot to go swimming. It only took us a few hours drive but it was worth it. It always is."
"Uh-huh, and the thirty minutes we spent at the gas station while you had to go..."
"Let's never speak of that ever again. And I mean never again."
Dr. Dream just lay back and smirked. Freakke shifted his body around and started to swim back to shore. He climbed up the ice breakers into the shade and plopped down in front of the camera.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen...as you can see, we're at the river today. Why? Because its hot. Its so damn hot today, had I not unplugged the air conditioner and blamed a short, Ms. Fitte and Doc Dream here would still be at home sitting in the living room."
"I knew it!"
"Anyhow, Seth Evans, Picture Perfect. I suppose we need to talk about that. Its too damn hot though. I really don't want to right now."
Freakke only had a second to react but immediately was hit by a sand clod. He plopped over holding his head as the camera panned over to the Surgical Sandman dusting his hands off. It turned back to Freakke as he sat up and rubbed the mark where he got hit.
"Ahh...what was that for...oh yeah..."
He got up and dusted himself off.
"Well, lets get this over with so I can get back to the water. Anyhow, just a quick recap of whats going on, Seth Evans v. Freakke Sunday at Picture Perfect. Seth thinks he can pull off a vendetta that makes him look like a saint, but there are no saints in the wrestling ring. Saints abhor violence. All wrestling is is sport violence. Seth, I don't mind you hating me. A lot of people hate me. Get over it."
He looked down to the box that they had brought with them. It sat between Dr. Dream and Ms. Fitte. Freakke looked back to the camera and sighed.
"As for you not forgiving me...I don't care. I never asked for your forgiveness. I don't recall asking to be forgiven. Forgive and forget isn't what I want. What I want is to be proud of myself again. To do that is simple. I have to earn it. Seth, you seem to think beating me is some kind of hypocratic redemption. I will not beg, I will not plead, I won't ask for something that does nothing more than satiate an already burdened conscious. You see Seth, I'm a firm believer of actions speak louder than words."
He crossed his arms and smiked. His hair blew in the breeze.
"That said, I'm going to earn my way back into the hearts of the fans. I'm going to earn their trust again, and I'm going to carry the title for them. If I were to ask anyone for forgiveness, it's not the staff, it's not the roster, and it certainly isn't you. Its the fans. The very people I strive for, and words won't work. Words won't wash away the sins. You seem to think they will, Seth. They won't. Even our actions can't erase what we've done, but its a start. My actions this weekend, are dedicated to the people who I need to repent for the most. This weekend I will defend my title for the fans who make all this possible. My performance at Picture Perfect is for the Cretins. My Cretins."
He stepped backwards onto the outside ice breaker and into the sun light.
"Seth, I'm done talking about the past now. It's the future you need to look forward to now. You want to be known as a clown killer? Come Sunday, you'll see what a clown can do. You'll see the Big Top Drop down on you. You'll see a Clown make a Punch. You'll see why the cretins come alive when I perform for them the Smiledriver. You'll see it all first hand. When its all said and done, on Sunday, you're going to walk away from the ring without the X Division Title."
Freakke stepped back again and finally was to the edge of the ice breaker.
"Now about this whole baiting me with Harley Quinn...creepy...very, very, creepy. That said, I hate McDonalds. The food is disgusting and it's not worth the cost. Who would have guessed huh? Knowing that, Seth, if you really want to face me, just show up Sunday ready for anything and everything. Trust me, I'll be there. That's all I have to say to you right now."
He made a curt little bow and smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, cretins one and all, I make you this promise, Sunday, I will hoist the belt high again, but this time its for all of you. I might have had it wrong before but I know what to do now. Who I'm doing this for. This will be the Reign of the Cretins. And I will make it as long a reign as I can muster in the X Division."
He stood up again and held his arms high.
"Until then, I bid you adieu."
He leapt backwards and a loud splash soaked his friends once again. This time the good Doctor rushed the water. Freakke started to swim for the island. The camera faded out before too long.
-------------------------------------------------------
Charlie sat in the living room with Mina leaning against him on the couch and Michael hogging a large cushioned chair to himself.. It was dark. The room was only lit by the fake fire that Charlie kept plugged in all year long. It was a calm night.
"So, what do you guys think of this idea? It's been awhile since I've done something like this but I'd like you guys to help me out. Its kind of a group project."
"I'm in. You know that."
"Mike? I'll understand..."
"Listen, Chuck, I'm always behind you man. Besides, I'm out for a while anyways. Someone clipped me with their truck. Besides, Defiant only has a few more shows left. Their last Pay Per View was announced last week."
"Alright, then we're all on board. By the way, Mack might be joining us."
"Wait, Mighty Midget Mack? As in from the actual circus?"
"Yeah, he said he needed to do something different for a while and I made the suggestion. Besides, he needs some time off after the lion incident."
"Lion...Incident...?"
"Don't ask. It would have been better if he hadn't told me but he did."
"Anyhow, I'll go back tomorrow and tell them we're good for this. Then, we'll show everyone something new and exciting."