Poet Justice Posted December 22, 2015 Author Share Posted December 22, 2015 Just caught up on the last two shows (and the wedding). More of the same in terms of show quality, so I don't want to repeat myself. It's coming together more week by week and I am looking forward to the next show. Not that it matters to the story but I was just wondering, is there a face/heel divide in the Wrecked "product" in game? Hey! Thanks for the continued support, I'm in the process of churning out another show at the moment! Thank you for reading, it's starting to come together, and thanks for the location of the promotion, I've been knocked between small and local so it allows me to maintain my main eventers on top while they gain enough pop to stay there when we expand without losing money until I have enough to get some top indie guys. I have a face/heel divide. With tweeners, it's kind of tough, but I typically put them as heels because the show needs more "winning" heels while I use the white meat jobbers as faces. The show serves to make the bad guys strong so the good guys have bigger challenges. MY GOD!! You've put, in three shows, a thousand of criminal organizations, secret agents, murder mysteries, psychopaths, vigilantes, hackers... Gotta say, this is slightly overwhelming. I hope all this stories can find a groove. When that happens, I bet it will be so cool!! Thanks for ready MR, yeah sorry, about that haha! I promise you these stories will all converge! I hope there characters continue to be established so they will continue to arise off the page. I hope so, I'm banking on the middle of this winter for the show really really escalate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poet Justice Posted December 22, 2015 Author Share Posted December 22, 2015 http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/Wrecked3.jpg WRECKED: Fight Night The Vault, Los Angeles http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg 6 Years Ago Gardena High School, South LA http://i.imgur.com/8SF5fDl.jpg Primus Allen: You know God made black beautiful, God made Primus beautiful, black and strong, and when Primus knock some fools out, Primus gonna knock them out with with some BLACK Nikes on his feet, ain't that right?! (Male Narrator) This is the story of Primus Allen... (Inspiring violin music) http://itiswhatitis.weei.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/schefter_adam.jpg Adam Schefter: Primus Allen may the most dominant running back to ever be recruited. With tough, downhill power, matched with super-hero like athleticism, Allen may be good enough to already play in the NFL. This is a 17 year old kid we're talking about... Primus Allen is in front of a table with three hats, a USC, a UCLA and an Alabama hat http://www.sharp-eyeimages.com/img/s/v-3/p1419323240-3.jpg Primus: My family and I have decided, I will be playing at the University of Southern California! The crowd roars in approval, as Primus smiles and hugs his mother. Adam Schefter: Primus Allen is a huge addition for the Trojans! With the departure of Reggie Bush and LenDale White, Allen will continue the excellence of Southern Cal running backs! The camera shifts on Primus, recording himself on a camera. The time says 4:27 A.M. PST, 10/24/2006 Primus: Been working on my grades so I could graduate on time! Tomorrows the big day, midterm to decide if I can go to USC, I'm gonna pass this test. I feel like my dreams are coming true! http://i.imgur.com/Vqjpo2o.jpg?1 The camera changes to a high school football game. The lights are bright, and a crowd of red uniforms are surrounding Allen. He is clutching his knee, tears running on his tears. The crowd is in a collective shock, as his teammates are around him, in prayer. An ambulance arrives on the field and carts him off. http://img.medscape.com/thumbnail_library/ts_111214_sad_doctor_300x225.png Doctor:(in a somber tone) Mr. Allen, the X-rays are in. It looks like you dislocated and tore your knee in 6 different places. The good news is, you will be fully able to walk. Give it 6 months to a year, and you will be able put pressure on them without effort. The bad news is, you can never return and play football. There is too much of a risk for you to ever get back on the field, for your health. I know it's tough, I'm sorry... The camera shifts to an ESPN panel. http://www.gospelherald.com/data/images/full/5848/stephen-a-smith-and-chip-bayless.jpg Stephen A. Smith: You gotta feel for the kid. He had the future and now everything he knows is gone. USC is honoring that scholarship, so at least he can get an education, but brother, I know damn well it's tough to step away from the game. Skip Bayless: I'm sure we can all agree that this is unfortunate. Mr. Allen, it sucks, but it happens, and what you need to do is to move on with your life. There's still a whole life to live... The camera pans to a college office College Advisor: Mr. Allen, you were on academic probation last year after failing to maintain a 2.0 GPA. This semester, after a warning, you were unable to raise your grades. Unfortunately, I have to inform you, that USC has rescinded our scholarship... Today The camera pans to Primus Allen, training on a punching bag. He punches away with amazing power, shaking the entire makeshift gym with every blow. Next. Big. Thing. Primus Allen Debuts...Tonight. http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: The Vault http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t495/Occasional_Z/Luchasaurus%20X/Samuel%20Curran_zps0jtw4ypy.jpghttp://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m27/Johannes_04/CueballLynch.jpg Curran: Welcome to another episode of WRECKED: Fight Night! Tonight, we have one hell of a main event. Former college football standout Primus Allen debuts tonight! He will face the unworldly impressive talent Kevin Christopher in what will be possibly the most explosive main event in the history of WRECKED! Cueball: My nephew played ball back around the local area when Primus was a senior. Everyone thought this kid was going to be All-Pro when he left USC. I'm excited to see why he's here. It could just be for money, but I feel like it's a little bit more than that. Curran: We will also see why Zoe Amiss no showed last week after Rudy Velasquez flew from Mexico to face her. The debut of Brandon Smith and Greg Gauge has been incredibly impressive as well, defeating 3 men in a matter of minutes. http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d105/jsilver536/Nomad.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/Oo3AVvJ.jpghttp://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jkeats/Richie%20Riggins_zps7oy5nfgs.jpg Nomad vs. Richie Riggins One Fall | 30 Minute Time Limit The match begins, Riggins gains the power advantage and pushes Nomad back. Nomad gets up soundly and swings at Richie's chest, followed by a chop, leaving a big red mark. Riggins returns with a kick to the gut. the crowd boos Riggins, as he seems to have trouble putting together a perfect match. With that being said, they aren't completely behind Nomad either, but younger fans and female fans seem to heavily support him. Nomad, selling the kick, is lifted up and slammed down by Riggins. Riggins continues providing offense, despite it being somewhat painful to watch. Nomad counters with a dropkick and begins taking over when... http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t495/Occasional_Z/EPW%202/LeperMessiah_zps23372c83.jpg Curran: What is Leper Messiah doing the WRECKED: Impact Zone??I mean, uh, the Vault?! Messiah walks into the ring. Germaine exits the ring, not even attempting to dictate rules towards the massive man. Nomad looks at Leper, fear in his eyes, Riggins stirring, not realizing who else has joined him in the ring. Leper walks towards Nomad who backs up. Leper grabs him anyways, tossing him out of the ring. Riggins gets up, and Leper stands right behind. him. Riggins shivers, turns around and is put through The Prophecy. Leper Messiah nods slowly, and then carries Riggins, a large man himself, over his shoulder, clumsily strolling out of The Vault... http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: Greg Gauge's Hideout http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a527/Kitarzu/C-Verse%20Alts/Bulldozer%20Brandon%20Smith_alt8_zpsmir2ntun.jpghttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v677/EdJames/MatthewKeith_alt3_zps8c1aa963.jpg (Brandon Smith & Greg Gauge) The two are dressed in casual clothes, jeans, t-shirts and Gauge's usual hoodie. Smith is on the couch, watching baseball, while Greg is on the computer, hacking UNITY databases and searching for information about Citizen X. Greg Gauge: So I found a strange file within the UNITY database. It refers to Citizen X's information. Interestingly enough, it seems as if we almost have as much information about this guy as these "international government" run agents. Seems like he is wanted by a lot more than just UNITY. KGB, M15, CIA, Ministry of Intelligence, Ministry of State Security, the list goes on. Brandon Smith: Seems like such a well-liked guy. No wonder he's in such high demand. Government parties need a charmer like him. Greg Gauge: Thanks for the comedy, anyways, X seems to like to play God. Multiple terrorist attacks the past 3 years are attributed to organizations trained by his bank accounts, and those are just from the ones UNITY deciphered. Nobody knows what secret society X is running, but his secret police, "The Cabinet", employ mafioso techniques to torture and kill his opposition. From what I see, UNITY believes he is finding ways to collect assets, either willingly or unwillingly. From 2011-2013, he has abducted dangerous assets, but under the premise of blackmail or extortion. It seems recently, at least according to this file, that these forced assets have been publically compliant in their loyalty to "The Cabinet"... Brandon Smith: Hmm, and you want to find out why? Greg Gauge: Precisely, it seems weird that his MO would change like that. And his brutal techniques are unlikely to inspire outright loyalty, or even respect. I'm opening up this file, it seems as if X has been running illegal human experimentation that directly relates to this weird change. Sick, we have a match, you'll wanna see this. Brandon gets up to check what Greg has to show. Brandon Smith: What is all this? Greg Gauge: Our answer why, apparently this Agent 69, an undercover agent working for UNITY. Apparently she discovered a few months ago about one experiment subject, the "latest one" according to her handler, but never reported back. According to her handler, there is absolutely no way The Cabinet could have discovered her cover. Seems as if there is another reason for her disappearance. They can't find her, but luckily for us, I have traced a digital footprint back to her last location, a warehouse in Boyle Heights, where it would be a prime location to run a special ops mission. Brandon Smith: So if we find this agent... Greg Gauge: We find out what Citizen X is planning to do with these "assets" and how he's doing it. Yeah, let's pay our little UNITY friend a vis- http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/immortal_enigma/MattKeithsword_zps9de4c1b3.jpghttp://i1356.photobucket.com/albums/q735/bazzalloyd86/Requests/BobbyThomas_zpsqlanjq5n.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/5FUWtAz.jpg (3 UNITY Agents break into Gauge's apartment, wielding guns) UNITY Agent Leader: HANDS UP in the AIR! NOW! You are all under arrest for hacking into a government sanctioned database, you two have some major explaining to do! Both Greg and Brandon hesitantly put their hands in the air. The agents search around the safehouse, as guns continue pointed at Gauge and Smith. Greg Gauge: The party's next door, boys. Unity Agent: Greg? Is that you? UNITY Agent Leader: You two know each other? Unity Agent #2: You kiddin' boss? Looks just like him, but instead of college, he looks like the clearance version of ole Matty over here. Unity Agent: Yes, he's my twin brother, Greg. He's been off the grid for a few years now. Greg Gauge:(murmuring) Yeah, was always the black sheep of the family... UNITY Agent Leader: Shut it, hacker. What do you think you could've achieved by hacking our databases? And now Agent 69 is either missing or on the lam, either possibility sounds bad right now. Greg Gauge: Not my problem. Unity Agent #2: I say we take them in and pin anything that happens to 69 on em. That way we can call it a day, and we can go play a game of snooker at HQ. Unity Agent: No, it's our duty to uphold the standards of UNITY. Or else we're no better than the people we put away. Unity Agent #2: Shut up rookie. You'll learn once you've worked this damn job for 20 years. UNITY Agent Leader: Looks clear, let's take these two, put them in holding cells and see if we can get any info about 69. Also, take that hard drive. Brandon Smith: Sorry...can't let you do that... UNITY Agent Leader: Excuse me? Greg Gauge: You heard the big guy... With one fluid motion, Brandon Smith disarms the red-faced partner of Matthew Keith. With one big blow to the ribs, followed by a slam through the sofa, the agent is incapacitated. Meanwhile, the UNITY officer is disarmed by Greg Gauge with one quick kick. The officer and Gauge trade and block punches back and forth, both slugging it out. The agent seems to have the upperhand but Gauge is holding his ground. This fighting all happens while Matthew Keith watches, his gun semi-lowered, not attempting to help either side. The officer gets Greg to the ground and tries pounding away, but Brandon Smith pulls the officer off of the young hacker. The officer attempts a roundhouse kick at Brandon Smith but is easily blocked by Smith who connects with two blows to the sternum, finished off with a bonecrunching headbutt. The UNITY agent leader's face is filled with shock, as he drops to the ground, emitting a barely audible groan. Brandon Smith and Greg Gauge have the agents' guns and are pointing them at Matthew Keith who drops his gun and puts his hand in the air, almost in awe of Brandon's brutality. Greg Gauge: Sorry bro, can't just let you roam free. You'll understand later, duder, we're on the same team, just like little league. Brandon Smith:(talking to the UNITY leader) I'm going to make it clear, and I'm going to only do it once. Do not f*ck with me. You don't want to make me your enemy, I can break you neck anytime I want. Your agent training hasn't made you prepared to anything like me. We're trying to take down the same bad guys as you are, but we do it our own way. Now, we're going to go. Gauge and Smith tie up the three agents together with thick rope. Greg Gauge rips out the hard drives out of his computers, then instructs Brandon to destroy the computer, using a baseball bat, crudely bashing the entire system, each with startling effect. Gauge grabs his bags, and he and Brandon head for the door. Greg Gauges: Later gentlemen, thanks for playing! http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: The Vault http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/immortal_enigma/KCGlenn2_zps3bf3278b.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/Oo3AVvJ.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/8SF5fDl.jpg Kevin Christopher vs. Primus Allen One Fall | 60 Minute Time Limit Lynch: This should be a fantastic matchup. Both men are the future of the business, and the combined potential of the two is almost unimaginable. Primus is the most hyped debut I feel like has happened so far in the history of WRECKED. The "Rookie Monster" has a very, very dangerous opponent in Kevin Christopher, who, in one showing, has seemed unstoppable. With his daring aerial assault mixed with his very effective wrestling, Allen looks to need every ounce of that raw power and agility. Curran: This isn't your grandpa's wrestling! Now sit back and enjoy! The Vault is at a ruckus as the two square off. The bell rings and the crowd cheers loudly. Christopher takes the initiative and tags Allen with two hard kicks, who winces for a second and shakes it off. Allen grabs Christopher after blocknig a third kick, and drives him into the corner, and begins landing big bad shots to Kevin's forehead. The crowd chants and counts to ten, before Pee-Wee pulls Primus off of Christopher. Christopher does a beautiful roll through to counter another grapple, rebounding and lands a handspring dropkick. Primus is momentarily stunned and slowed, leading to Christopher chopping him down with several stiff kicks. Christopher, once he grounds his opponent, lands a beautiful standing moonsault. The crowd goes ballistic. Primus sits up after not even a one count, flinging Christopher off of him. Christopher dodges a shoulder tackle, but does not dodge the second running spinebuster. Kevin Christopher slides away from Primus after being grounded and lands a thudding enziguri. Primus is once again stunned, but counters a dropkick by grabbing the legs, then uses tosses Christopher a devastating rocket launcher, where Christopher stumbles, struggling to get up. Primus bounces off the ropes and lands a powerful big boot to Kevin Christopher's chest, causing him to flail, and barely kick out of a 2 count. Christopher struggles to his feet. Primus Allen rushes at Christopher with a hybrid spear/shhoulderblock but Kevin Christopher athletically jumps cleanly over Primus. Primus turns around and is met with a beautiful Pele Kick! Primus kicks out of a 1 1/2 count, and Christopher looks stunned and frustrated. Kevin Christopher begins wailing away with ground kicks, but Primus gets up onto his feet, and Christopher is met with a powerful clothesline. Nathan Vegas attempts to get involved in the match, by grabbing Primus's leg, but Primus rushes at him and Vegas gets away from the apron. Christopher exits the ring, and gets in Vegas' face, telling him that he can fight his own battles. Vegas, slimy as he is, puts his hands up and tells Christopher to focus on the match. Christopher turns his back to Primus as he gets into the ring, but Primus waits until he is ready to get back to the match before making a move. The crowd applauds the sportsmanship, and Primus nods, and after Kevin Christopher gives Allen a thumbs up, Allen rushes at Christopher who counters with a duck of the clothesline and connects with another big Pele Kick! Primus slowly makes his way to his feet. Before Primus is fully steady, Christopher lands a beautiful Tune Up the Sunshine Band Superkick! 1 2 KICK OUT! Curran: Unbelievable! He kicked out of that superkick! Allen is not human! Allen sits up, his face in rage. Taking Christopher's frustrated kicks without much effect, Primus gets onto his feet, with a fearsome roar. Lynch: Primus is unconscious! He's not taking this loss no matter what! Christopher tries to connect his finisher again but is countered with an ungodly Flying Lariat!!!! 1 2 3 Primus Allen def. Kevin Christopher via pinfall in 32.43 minutes Lynch: Unbelievable! Both men fought one hell of a match! Curran: That's right Cueball! Unreal! Christopher has nothing to be ashamed of, he fought one HELL of a fight. On 9/10 nights, that performance is good enough to put away anyone on ANY level! Lynch: Absolutely! But that 1/10th time he faced an ABSOLUTE MONSTER. Primus Allen is a brutal force, I have never, ever seen someone this powerful, quick and resilient all at the same time! Curran: With no doubt. He is one to watch, and just may be the future of WRECKED! Lynch: Nothing is certain for the future, except for our show next month, same time, same place! Thanks for watching everyone! Have a wonderful night!! http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: Boyle Heights Warehouse http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/HG-Morrison/Tew/NadiaSnow_zps93bfe8ec.jpg (Agent Nadia Snow) Nadia Snow: You think you could just come to Los Angeles and take down Citizen X? Hmpf, foolish Canadian, you must have had something spiked in your syrup this morning. http://i.imgur.com/PIGZX6s.jpg?1 (Agent 69) Agent 69: Who are you?? What do you want? Nadia Snow: Nevermind who I am. Who are you, Zoe Amiss? Or should I say, Agent...69 Agent 69: ...How? Nadia Snow: KGB has eyes everywhere. Even in UNITY. My sources, they do not concern you, fool. Agent 69: Let me go! Where are you taking me? Nadia smiles, clearly realizing she is the superior agent. Nadia Snow: You will find out. I will too, now get moving. You are not speak again if you wish to keep your tongue... Nadia dials the phone. A male end picks up on the other end http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/xmitch/TEW%20Pictures/013.jpg Alexei: Ahhh, Nadia, so good of you to hear from you. I assume you have the target. Nadia Snow: I do, I have the subject. She has full information of the last test subject for Citizen X's experimentation. Her cover has been perfect, but your man on the inside has been perfect. Thank you. Alexei: Of course, of course, they always are. Now come meet my people. They will...well they will take care of you two, alright... Nadia Snow: Understood. Romanov out. The camera pans to where Alexei is, surprisingly in a Los Angeles backroom. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/xmitch/TEW%20Pictures/029.jpghttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/xmitch/TEW%20Pictures/031.jpg (Cabinet Thugs) Alexei: You know what to do, my good men. Remember, kill her only if you have to... Cabinet Thug: Which one? Alexei: Both of them...now go, you have some lambs to silence... The camera pans back to the same warehouse, now completely abandoned until... THUD! A flashlight shines around the entrance, and a gun comes into view. http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a527/Kitarzu/C-Verse%20Alts/Bulldozer%20Brandon%20Smith_alt8_zpsmir2ntun.jpghttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v677/EdJames/MatthewKeith_alt3_zps8c1aa963.jpg (Brandon Smith and Greg Gauge) Greg Gauge is holding the flashlight and gun, searching the rooms. They pickup and look around for clues. After clearing the rooms of potential hostiles, the two lower their guard. Brandon Smith: Someone's been here recently... Greg Gauge: By the scent of perfume and blood, it seems likely that Agent 69 was taken recently. Whether by her will or not. Hmm... Brandon Smith: What is it? Greg Gauge: Looks like 69 put up some very high tech surveillance, and it looks like whatever hostiles left it alone. Let me see if I can-here we go-boom! There we are, let's see what happens. Gauge taps into the camera feed, and rewinds it. The tapes plays a fight sequence between Nadia and Zoe. While the fight is brutal and very close, Nadia eventually outlasts Zoe and incapacitates here, then ties her up. Brandon Smith: Well. I'll be damned... Greg continues to watch the tape, ignoring Brandon. Greg Gauge: Bingo! Brandon Smith: Huh? Greg rewinds and pauses to Nadia Snow leaving the warehouse. He zooms in on her as she checks her phone after hanging up. Her screen is on the messenger app, and on it is a barely visible address. Proudly smiling at Brandon, Greg is overtly proud of his handy work. Greg Gauge: You see, that's our ticket to finding them. We just need to show up to that address before this spy game ends up in a bad way. Brandon Smith: We need a plan. Greg Gauge: Do you think you can beat that girl? She seems really, really good. According to Agent 69's dossier, she's one of Unity's finest agents. She wasn't on the same level as that other girl. Brandon Smith: I've been outta of the game for a decade, kid. But with that being said, sometimes, training isn't the only thing. The instincts you are born with and develop...they never go away. Greg Gauge: You're going to need to bring your A-game. I pulled up a map of this address. Seems like it's almost a fortress. If we're going to be up against hundreds of Cabinet goons, we're gonna have to go through them. Brandon Smith: I'm fine. How about you? I saw you against those thugs on Vermont Street, and against that trained UNITY Agent. Where'd you learn to fight like that? Greg Gauge: My old man. He used to do this kind of thing. More of a technical fighter, too bland for my taste. Brandon Smith: Well, you should listen to him more, he's trained you well. Let me see if I can show some more tricks before we get there. This move will help you disarm any gunman holding you from the behind... http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Thanks for Watching! Question for WRECKED Readers! What is your favorite part/character of this series? Why? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matsudiro Posted December 22, 2015 Share Posted December 22, 2015 This is amazing. It's actually taking pro wrestling from the standpoint of good stories and television again, something most of pro graps fails to do. I love the atmosphere too, I sense some LU influence here? Doesn't really matter, all of the subplots and interesting ways of presenting characters we've seen a ton of times has me hooked in a big way to this. I also love more light hearted takes on these things and I feel this leans that way for the most part. I think my favorite character has to be The Hacker, mainly because I'd played around with him so much over the last few years and this is a great and unique way of presenting him, but then, your presenting everyone in great and unique ways. Write on, my friend, write on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poet Justice Posted January 1, 2016 Author Share Posted January 1, 2016 http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/Wrecked3.jpg WRECKED: Fight Night The Vault, Los Angeles, California http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: Water Dragon Nightclub http://www.key2sincity.com/s/cc_images/cache_2941621204.jpg Loud music is blared through the colorful, Asian themed club, as the camera begins the show filming the exterior of the club. A long line of young, good looking Asian clubbers line up as a bouncer towers in front of the door. The camera shows a motorcycle, an expensive, powerful Ducatti pulling up to the curb and parking on a No Parking zone. http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/Ramaeno/CVFP_AsianMale_050_zps65e28cc6.jpg (Bouncer) Bouncer: Hey! You can't park there... The man on the motorcycle, still with his helmet on remains silent and walks past the bouncer. ...hey, you deaf?! I said you can't par- http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/immortal_enigma/enigma_zps7e485969.jpg (The Mysterious Man) The bouncer attempts to grab the man's shoulder but quick as lightning, is grabbed and met with swift palms to the head. Staggering, the bouncer backs up, but is met with a roundhouse kick, the knock out blow. Clubber: HOLY SH*T!! The man does not even glance back as the bouncer is coughing up blood. He enters the club, as the music gets louder and makes his way across the dance floor, pushing aside dancers as he moves along. He gets up a flight of stairs and gets to an ornate door, decorated with dragons and Chinese folklore. Two bouncers, Triad enforcers, are guarding the door. http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii145/jtlant/TEW/Koshiro%20Ino_alt6jt.jpghttp://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/SozenIshinomori_altkam.jpg (Triad Bodyguards) Triad Bodyguard #1: State your business. Boss doesn't take walk-ins. You wanna see him, you need an appointment. No response Triad Bodyguard #1: You can hear alright? You can't be here unless you have an appointment? You don't wanna f*ck with us Silence Triad Bodyguard #2: You're starting to piss me off. Triad Bodyguard #1: You think you're so tough, huh? Hiding behind a helmet? Time to go... The masked man, before the bodyguards can react, pulls out a silenced pistol and guns down both men, clean headshots through both, as the two large men drop, shocked expressions on their face. The man opens the two ornate doors, revealing a large, Chinese themed office, with a refined, calm looking man. http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii145/jtlant/TEW/Sir%20Winston%20Watoga_alt2jt.jpg (Mister Chan) Mister Chan: Ahh, so you've finally come. The Angel of Death. Come to take out the last remnants of the Water Dragon Triad. The last officer alive, well here I am. No response It seems as if you are looking for something, more pressing than me? Am I not important enough for your time? The man removes his helmet... http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jkeats/Frankie%20Dee_zpsp2xvocg6.jpg Frank Di, Former Fire Dragon Redpole Frank Di: Where is the girl, Chan? Mister Chan: Which girl? Frank Di: The Chairman's daughter. That little brat. Mister Chan: You come all the way here looking for a college girl? What are you going to do Frankie? Ask her out to Spring Formal? Frank Di: It doesn't concern you. You have quite a high opinion of yourself, Mister Chan, don't you? Might I say, quite an impressive arrangement you have here, Ho's death hasn't affected you at all, I see. Mister Chan: Ho's death was tragic, but the Water Dragon has been dying. I say, why not? After all, I was only in it for the girls. Pretty girls they have. I built this on my own, my own paradise, the last remaining Water Dragon officer alive. I know you White Angel. I know you don't work for the Fire Dragon anymore. So why are you killing all of us? Triads do not concern you anymore. Frank Di: My business is my business. I kill for myself. Water Dragon was weak, pathetic, only reason why Ho was able to last so long was his reputation, one that he could not live up to. Mister Chan: Ho, he was an honorable man. He had money, the intelligence, but he always struck me as, weak... Frank Di: Ho was beyond weak. He was a coward. He never wanted to expand out of Chinatown to begin with. He was okay with the Koreans and the Mexicans taking parts of Downtown. However, it is no longer my problem. You see, I work for a greater power now. The deadliest man alive, he pays well and shares the ambitious vision. Chaos, death, and I am his sword. Mister Chan begins to look a little pale. Mister Chan: So it was you...the one who killed Ho after the deal with the Cabinet went awry... Chan's face panicking, as he tries to grab his phone for reinforcements. It's too late, as Di, quick as lightning, draws his gun and puts a round right through Chan's forehead. He then goes through Chan's desk, finding a letter from Constance. He tears off the mailing address on it, and puts it in his pocket. Frank Di: I'll be seeing you soon, princess... http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t495/Occasional_Z/Luchasaurus%20X/Samuel%20Curran_zps0jtw4ypy.jpg Curran: Welcome to WRECKED Fight Night! I'm Samuel Curran, and tonight, Cueball has the night off as we are in line for a very, very entertaining show. The main event tonight will be between Hellcat Hernandez, fresh off of her victory over Keith Sprout, will be facing the ruthless and undefeated Mobstar. Should be a fantastic matchup, as Mobstar needs to make sure he does not overlook Hellcat in his pursuit for Brandon Smith, who he claims to be taking out his "soldiers". http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jkeats/ThePilgrim_zpscebc3c7b.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/Oo3AVvJ.jpghttp://i1353.photobucket.com/albums/q674/cverse_rerender2/shipshirt/KeithVegas.jpg Peter Pilgrim vs. Keith Sprout One Fall | 30 Minute Time Limit The match begins with a tie-up. Sprout has the height advantage but Pilgrim has the weight advantage. Pilgrim powers out of the grapple and runs over Sprout with a strong shoulder block. Frank Lloyd White cheers from ringside. Pilgrim has surprising agility and connects with a pretty running senton, impressive, especially given his chubby nature. The crowd begins to back Peter, and Sprout is shown as somewhat frustrated. Sprout begins to aggressively attack Pilgrim, grounding him, and connecting a powerful dropkick, leaving Pilgrim in pain. Sprout goes for a double chest stomp, but gets countered with a rollup... 1 2 3 Peter Pilgrim def. Keith Sprout via pinfall in 6.30 minutes Pilgrim celebrates his upset victory over the veteran journeyman. As he turns around, he is met with a huge chair to the face, by Keith Sprout! The crowd boos and chants "Veg-gie-Face!", which seems to really get under Sprout's skin, and he begins beating Peter Pilgrim with the chair ruthlessly as Peter screams for mercy. Frank Lloyd White tries to help his partner but is met with a chairshot as soon as he enters the ring. With both men destroyed, Keith Sprout has a smug impression on his face. Keith Sprout: You see this? This is what happens when I don't get the respect I DESERVE. I've been wrestling for a decade, all over the globe, and not once has any internet nerd mentioned me in his stupid blog, all I get is people laughing at me. When I tell those groupies that I am a pro wrestler, they laugh at my face and tell me bye! Well this stops, NOW! I will get what I deserve! The nice guy will finally win for once! Sprout finished Pilgrim with one last chairshot to the head as the camera goes black. http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: Undisclosed The camera shifts to a shady nightclub not known by the WRECKED crew. There, two men are sitting down, one is holding a suitcase filled with cash, showing the other. http://i.imgur.com/X3JJW1y.jpg (Nathan Vegas) Vegas: Heard you were lookin' for some work, kid. Well I got the perfect job for you. There's this girl, you handler will give you more info about it later, but I need her alive. You're good, real good, we've been watching you. With that being said, my associate wants her dead. But I'm not my associate, and I work under direct orders of Citizen X, and he said he wants her alive. So you will deliver her to me, and be paid handsomely. This cash here is just a stipend to make sure you get the job done. http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/freebird8818/RMW%20Project/Workers/DeuceDeadline.jpg (Deadline) Deadline: Understood. She'll be yours. http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg http://i.imgur.com/8SF5fDl.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/Oo3AVvJ.jpghttp://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jkeats/NigelSvensson_alt_zps05df39c5.jpg Primus Allen vs.. Nigel Svenson One Fall | 30 Minute Time Limit Curran: Impressive debut by Primus Allen. He's a freak of nature athlete and he's only sliced the tip of his potential. Svenson was impressive in his debut against Nomad, a competitive loss, and hopefully for him, he will have a great showing here tonight. The bell rings and the match starts underway. Svenson tries to go for a leg shoot but is stomped down by Allen, as Svenson winces from the pain. Primus picks up Svenson, and throws him down with an impressive powerbomb. But wait, there's more! Allen hits a triple powerbomb using Svenson's momentum against him. After rebounding off the third powerbomb, Primus connects with a pain inducing Flying Lariat 1 2 3 Primus Allen def. Nigel Svenson via pinfall in .52 minutes Curran: Another impressive win by Primus Allen! Svenson is a world-class fighter throughout the globe and he was handled like nothing! http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: UNITY HQ http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk264/immortal_enigma/MattKeithsword_zps9de4c1b3.jpghttp://i.imgur.com/5FUWtAz.jpg (Matthew Keith and his partner, O'Malley) O'Malley: How ya hangin' in there kid? Rough what those hooligans did to us, but I've seen worse. You were just a kid but my unit was held hostage for days in the Middle East. You're tough, I'll give you that. Matthew Keith: Guess so. Still, I'm not sure if my brother finding 69 was a good idea. O'Malley: Life's about these decisions kid. More than once, my family's had to cross over the line of work because of me. You made a choice, whether it's wrong or right, only time can tell. Although that big dude did give me one hell a whoopin. Don't beat your self up about it. Matthew Keith: Yeah, I guess not. We should still try to get to Agent 69 before they do. My handler says she has a source of where the Cabinet is holding her. I mean I do feel guilty, Greg was always got the raw end of the deals dad gave us. Hell of a talent, if it wasn't for his felony, he should be working for us, not hauled up in some studio apartment. http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo302/brettney1980/TEW13/BonnieClyde.jpghttp://i1356.photobucket.com/albums/q735/bazzalloyd86/Requests/BobbyThomas_zpsqlanjq5n.jpg (Mysterious Woman w/ UNITY Officer) Unity Officer: This woman came in today with information about 69. Seems like she's been taken by hostiles. Bonnie Clyde: Yes! I saw them, I was walking my dog down on King, and there they were. Grabbed her out of a car! I couldn't tell the face, but it was blonde hair, being pulled into a black SUV. Unity Officer: Any idea where they took her? Bonnie Clyde: Yes! I trailed them, let me show you... http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg http://i.imgur.com/bMOHmXB.jpg?1http://i.imgur.com/Oo3AVvJ.jpg Mobstar vs. Hellcat Hernandez One Fall | 60 Minute Time Limit Curran: Exciting matchup. Hellcat is one hell of a fighter, and she's hellbent on showing that women are on the same level that men are in terms of combat sports. She's in for a battle today because Mobstar is one of the most ruthless men in the universe. Mobstar comes out to a chorus of boos, cocky as ever. He gets in the face of one of the members of The Vault, promising that the audience member is next on his list. As Hellcat's music plays, nobody comes out. The crowd looks confused as after 2 minutes, still no Hellcat. Mobstar begins laughing. Curran: What the hell is going on? Mobstar laughs and points to a side door of the vault. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/xmitch/TEW%20Pictures/050.jpg (Bonesman Goon) A large Bonesman goon comes out with a battered and bloody Hellcat Hernandez, as the crowd begins booing harshly. Mobstar is now hysterical, laughing at the state of his opponent. Mobstar: There will be NO fight tonight, dis what happens when u f*x wit the S. Vermont Bonesman, fam... http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q685/RynWlsn/maskedcannonballkid.jpghttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v502/xmitch/TEW%20Pictures/048.jpghttp://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii145/jtlant/TEW/HardcoreKillah_alt4jt.jpg (South Vermont Bonesmen Gangmembers, Brandishing Assault Rifles) Through the Vault audience, more gang-members come out, holding AK-47s and MAC-11s, pointing them at members of the audience, and the entire venue is forced to have their hands up in surrender as they are held in gunpoint. Mobstar: As a matter a fact, homie, THERE will be NO wrestling until I get what I want, ya heard? Brandon Smith, I want yo bitch ass, and yo duckin' ass is gonna come here, WRECKED is officially closed until further notice til this m*thaf*cka Brandon Smith gonna come out n' fight me. The crowd, with shocked expressions, begin booing. Curran: Absolutely...absolutely sickening, Mobstar...this is disturbing. Mobstar: Mane, y'all ain't sh*t, now shut the f*ck up fo' I start killin some of yall ugly m*thaf*ckaz. Brandon, I know you don't give a sh*t about dez people, dats why I have a lil incentive for you to show up to the next show... Mobstar points to another side door. http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jkeats/Gravedigga_zps5a778583.jpghttp://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d105/jsilver536/ZimmyBumfhole_alt.jpg (Gravedigga w/ Eric Smith) Gravedigga comes out with a knife held across Eric Smith's throat. Mobstar cackles and starts mouthing off to Eric, who is pale as a sheet, his face fixed in a shocked horror. Mobstar: Brandon, yo ass don't make it back here fo' the next show? Dis b*tch azz n*gga die right here in the center of the ring. Ain't that right G? Gravedigga: Thas right Mobstar:(talking right into the camera) So unless you want yo baby boy leaving here in a bobdybag, hoe, you better get yo stank azz down here. Remember, next show, or da boy dies, one. Now turn dat sh*t off! Mobstar hits the camera so hard it cracks and shuts off. http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg Location: Mojave Indian Reservation (Alexis Lee Littlefeather) A young Native American girl is running through the poverty stricken reservation. Through the decrepit houses of the literal shantytown, she finds a strangely marked house and enters through the rotten door. Alexis Lee Littlefeather: Wiseman, do you sense it? http://i1005.photobucket.com/albums/af173/ewanite/ChiefTwoEagles_zps4c539ec9.jpg (Chief Wiseman) Chief: Yes, little one, I do. The devil has arrived to the land of our ancestors... Alexis: What do we do? He will kill us all. The ancient monster! Chief: He will not. Not as long as I am alive, little one. He is not a monster, he is a mere man. But fear creates perception. However, he is a dangerous man, more dangerous than any beast could ever be. We must find him before he finds us. Alexis: I have prepared for this, Wise Man. Chief: Nothing you have trained for will prepare you for the evilest of humanity. But you are our last chance of survival. You will accompany my son, Running Wolf, and Scout Youngblood, the son of none, to a place known as the Vault. Be careful, as the monster is not the only thing that is lurking. Alexis: Very well, Wise Man... Alexis leaves the tent. Outside wait two young men. http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv237/Mukan_no_Teioh/CCW/RunningWolf.jpghttp://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/freebird8818/AceYoungblood_alt1.jpg (Running Wolf & Scout Youngblood) Running Wolf: Ready to go, Alexis? We have a long journey to go. Alexis: Where are we actually headed? Wise Man totally forgot to give me that basic information. Youngblood: To the big city. Tinseltown they call it. A darkplace, code named "The Vault". It is foretold that we will find him there... http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss39/Kamchatka863/TEW2013/wreckedbanner.jpg TO BE CONTINUED... THANK YOU FOR WATCHING! HAVE A HAPPY, SAFE NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poet Justice Posted January 2, 2016 Author Share Posted January 2, 2016 WRECKED Goes On Vacation! Hey, all the fans of the diary, thank you for reading! You constant support of this diary has been absolutely amazing! The adventures of Mikey James and his storybook characters of WRECKED will resume in March 2016. As much as I enjoy writing each show, it takes adequate preparation as well as a careful game prep to write each show and with the semester starting soon, I don't foresee the necessary time to provide quality writing without sacrificing time I need for other pursuits. With that being said I may write another, less taxing diary with the time in between now and March. Thanks for reading everyone! I'll see you all in a few months! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Poet Justice Posted January 17, 2016 Author Share Posted January 17, 2016 Los Angeles, California Thursday, October 23rd, 2014 http://i.imgur.com/rTi2tN5.jpg?1 Me! Two Nights Ago It was 6:30 in Hollywood where we went out to celebrate my birthday. I had been at work throughout at the day, my day job, not WRECKED. It had been a few months since we had our last show. Production was halted as Cedric has recently been contracted on a major movie project that has consumed him. Without the availability of one of WRECKED's most important cogs, the next episode had been halted indefinitely. Anyways, it had been a long day of paperwork, with my boss asking me to double-down on the recent fortunes of the company. I stared outside the window in my office, day-dreaming about pro-wrestling. At around 4:30, there was a knock on my door. It was my boss's secretary, telling me that I had ran half an hour over, and I had visitors down in the lobby for me. It was strange because I had been feeling alone recently, with Cedric in New York working with some world famous producers and Pee-Wee in Alaska working for his parents on some sort of project. http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d105/jsilver536/KaedeSugiyama1.jpghttp://u.cubeupload.com/Iceisle/RileyMcManusalt1.jpg Kat & David I entered the lobby to see two familiar faces. I hadn't really talked to David for a while, ever since WRECKED had been on hiatus. He had been mad at Cedric because of Cedric's priorities. Dave had decided to go back to San Fran for a few months for his college friends. The girl next to him, despite 10 years older since the last time I saw her, was recognizable as anyone I've ever met. Kat was my high school sweetheart and I hadn't heard from her since 2005, although I knew David was still close with her since they went to school together. She had grown a bit more mature since high school, but her bright-eyes and continuous smile hadn't changed. For a second, a wave of nostalgia hit me hard. David: Mike-o! Wassup brother (reaches out for our secret handshake) it has been a while my man. How's the new, I mean old job? Me: Not bad, just closed a new partnership recently. Promotion looks hopeful. Still, I'd rather be at The Vault right now. David: You know I would be too. Honestly, I thought that little project of yours wouldn't last. But now, I don't think I can live without it man, it's like, dude, a part of me. Like inside of me. Me: Uhh, I guess that's the end of this conversation. (toward Kat), umm, hey, well uh, haven't seen you in a minute. Kat: Uh, yeah it's been a while. Me: So, well, what brings you and David back to L.A.? I'm guessing the sun, eh? Kat: You were always a klutz (she said in a non-rude way), don't you know what's coming in two days? Me: Uh, oh that's right David: Bruh, don't tell me you forgot your own birthday! Me: Don't remind me, man, two years and two days from thirty. Kat: Well, I'm sure you've had a very fullfilling 20's. I've heard a lot of your exploits! I shot a look at David. David returned a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders. That bastard was trying to rebuild us all along. Me: Uhh, yeah, lots and lots of stuff. Kat: Let's not think about the about the future (mimicking 18 year old me), wasn't that what you always said? We came to take your grumpy butt out, David says all you do is work. Me: David said a lot of things he doesn't mean. David: Let's go bro, we're gonna celebrate like back in the day. We got into Kat's car from my work parking lot. I rarely drove since I could take the redline to my office. I opened the door for the late model Japanese hybrid sedan. Her car smelled fresh of that gas station freshener you got in those plastic things. David called shotgun (of course he would) and I sat behind him, and rested my head down on the pink polyester seat cover, with sewn in anime characters. Kat: So, I heard you have other projects, besides working in that firm. David won't tell me, what exactly do you do? Me: Uhhh David: Ummm Kat: Err, well? David: (murmering) well this is uncomfortable. Me: (in a quiet voice) wrestling Kat: Huh? Me: WRESTLING! And like pro wrestling. Yes, like that SWF stuff. Kat: Oh. Me: Sorry, I didn't mean to get loud about it. I'm actually pretty passionate about it. David: That he is. He's actually really good at it, both writing it and doing it himself. David turns around a winks at me. I roll my eyes. Me: So what are you doing, Kat? Kat: Uhh, well I just finished my MCAT. Looks like I'm going to east coast for two final years of school, then I'll be officially a doctor. I'm currently working on one of the most advanced neuroscience programs in the world. I want to do Doctors Without Borders before I really settle down, as well. Me: Oh, I guess that's cool. Where are you heading to? Kat: Colombia Institute of Medicine. Me: Oh. (Awkward pause) Well, you always loved Sex in the City, right? Kat: (sighing) I guess, Mike, I guess. It was a silent car ride the rest of the way, minus some stupid comments David had on some billboards and street signs. Both Kat and I just grunted and nodded at the attempts to rekindle conversation. We got to the upscale spot. Kat handed me a ticket, and David opened his mouth again to explain, both with wide smiles. David: You didn't think we'd just take you drinking for your birthday after this long? Bro! Secret Phoenix concert bro tonight, I'm sure you heard about it on Facebook. Kat: Yeah! My best friend works for one of the bands and stuff, so she got us three tickets! Me: Man, I don't know what to say, guys, thank you so much. Thanks Kat, even after this long. I really appreciate it guys. I was getting a little emotional, despite my best attempts. David came in for a hug. Kat, awkwardly did the same, although let go almost as quickly as she reached for it. David: Anything for you, Mike-O. Kat: It isn't that road trip we promised back in high school. But I guess it's something for you to remember me by! The concert was amazing. Phoenix was one of my favorite bands in college, even if I didn't really understand them. The music just resonated to me, even if I had dropped French in order to add another AP class back in high school. Still, it felt weird to be right next Kat, even if she was more focused on the music than me. David had been flirting with the college girl next to him. Too much craft beer for him. After the concert, we stayed at the bar, and sat in a small booth. David was pretty gone, but both Kat and I drank minimally, afraid of the "Asian-glow". I only drank sparingly in high school, and Kat was a straight-laced nerd in high school, so neither of us had been drunk in front of each other. While David and that college girl were making out on a bench, Kat and I decided to go outside for some fresh air. Random Dude: Cigarette? Kat: I don't smoke Mikey: I'm good. Thanks though, bro. Random Dude: Don't mention it, uhh, you guys want some privacy? Mikey: Nah it's cool... Random Dude: It's okay, you guys have fun (gives me a wink) The random dude goes back into the bar, leaving his cigarette in the ashtray outside. Kat looks at me and cracks a small smile. Me: So, uh, nice night huh? Kat: I mean yeah? Did you hear Listomania? That song was all I listened to back during junior year! Me: Really? Me too! Well that, and Gangsta's Paradise. Kat: Ha, did David make you listen to that? Me: Nah, the RA at Brown blasted it from his room. Anyways, it's strange...all of this. Kat: Guess so. I mean, it's been a decade since, you know, all of that. Me: I'll be lying if I didn't miss it, even the arguing and fighting, those late night phone calls and AIM messages. Still, I feel like, I'm not the same guy anymore. Kat: What is that supposed to mean? Me: Well, you seem still on the same path that you were on in high school. Doctorates, saving the world, you called it. Being successful, getting an education, science math all of that. I was good on the books, I was the one with the highest test scores without trying. But still, everyone knew I lacked direction. But, I haven't been the guy who went to Brown. I didn't have passion for an office, a hospital or a courtroom. I can't handle a board room full of execs, I can barely focus on this stupid job. You asked me what I wanted to do, it's wrestling, I've done it for almost 10 years, and I love it. Kat: You're unbelievable. I always prayed for you to change and mature. Somedays, I really thought those days we spent as kids weren't in vain, that one day, you might turn around and be someone with realistic goals. What are you going to do? Strap a mask to your face and choke some guy with a chain? You do know what happens to these people, when they get old? They all go broke, if they have money in the first place. They get their body destroyed, they abuse drugs, they have brains melted by concussions. You're still so immature, you just want to live some stupid childhood dream because you can't come to grips that you're an Asian young guy who is tiny next to bodybuilders. You're made for an office, or a courtroom, you're not a pro-wrestler, no matter what you tell yourself. Stop letting your dad's "glory" get to your head. You aren't your dad. Me: Kat, how can you be so one-dimensional? This isn't about Dad, this isn't about any glory, this is what I want to do. I've made good money doing it, I've gained a minor celebrity status for it! I know, I know, maybe you haven't heard of me, but I'm doing good. Kat: That's what I'm talking about, it's for the glory. These losers, who don't care about your body, they just want to use you up as entertainment, and once you're done, you're nothing to them. Stop being such a kid, Mikey. Me: I'm not being a kid. Not every road is meant for everyone, Kat. Yes, being a doctor is great, but what happens when you realize that you never achieved those dreams you wanted. I know you wanted to do Broadway since you were 5. Why can't you do it? You can sing, you can dance, you can act, it's your fear that's holding you back. You want to take the safe route, and that's fine, but I don't wanna follow suit. Kat: That's why I couldn't stay with you in the first place! You wanted different things. You are going to let the opportunity of having a successful career slip away, and when your life is a total mess, you're going to wish you listened to me. This is why my current boyfriend is going to Harvard for engineering. He might not be as sweet, or funny, or even as smart as you, but he knows what he wants. He knows that he needs to make sacrifices of his unattainable dreams so he can have a safe financial future for the both of us. I'm done, Mikey, have a good life. Me: C'mon, wait... Kat storms off. She heads out of the bar, grabbing David in the process. I try to follow, but it was too late. David: (yelling from the car window) I'm sorry bro! She was my ride! Head down, I paid for my tab, as well as David's and Kat's, as well as a hefty tip, and walked out. Random Dude: Bummer man, I'm sorry. If it's worth anything, I think you handled it well bro. Me: Thanks, I guess. I walked down Hollywood Boulevard under the streetlights, hands in my pockets, head down. The abandoned street yielded the occasional passer-by driving down the street, some slowing down to stare for a second, most passing by. I ignored them. Most of the store signs had not been lit, but a few still shown. I got up to Griffith Park, a roped off part of the Observatory where Kat and I used to go back in high school when we snuck out from our parent's houses. http://www.welikela.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/griffith-observatory-night-view1.jpg Griffith Observatory at Night Me: (to myself)Maybe it's better this way I stared at the stars for a long while. Most nights, you couldn't see the stars at night in Los Angeles. The smog was too strong, and the stars were veiled behind pollution. But just tonight, I could see the entire night sky, the moon bright as ever. I took a deep breath, a large puff of fog coming out of my mouth. I got down from the hill, in the dark climb down, my hands red in coldness. As I got to a relatively well-lit area, I ordered an Uber on my phone. MY screen-lit up after a few minutes when a driver decided to pickup my fare. He took around 6 minutes, but got to me, waving me down. I got in on the front seat. Backseat was a little weird this late at night. http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b29/EkimNosneb/Rerenders/GeorgeDeColt.jpg My Uber Driver Driver: How are you, son? Me: Been better, can't complain, though. Driver: Girl problems, huh? Me: How'd you know? Driver: (with a gruff laugh) You kiddin' me, I wore that look you had on way too many times during my youth. I saw my son wear that look too many times. What's wrong, with her? Me: Where do I start? She's, well, my high school sweetheart. Hadn't seen her in 10 years. Took less than 10 seconds to start another arguement. Driver: Ahh, an old flame, I see. She's the past son, I know what it's like, to cling on to a piece of your old innocence. Trust me, I had one myself, Carol Wilcox, back in high school. She went on to become a nurse, never heard of her again, but I still sometimes think back on those days, kiddo. It's about progress, no recess. Me: Guess so, still, she still, I mean I don't know if she loves me, but she care about me. But my lack of ambition, it's caused her to leave my life for a second time. Driver: Well, what do you do, kid? Me: Most of the time? I'm a boring office drone. But I spent 8 years as a full-time professional wrestler. It's what I want to do, but I'm not so sure. Driver: Ahh, I used to dream I was Antonio Morretti back when I was a lad. It's okay kid, you're braver than most. All this is, is a point of your life, where the world tells you your dreams are wrong. They're the one's who are wrong, I listened to every direction, every piece of advice given to me, and where did that lead? To me giving you this advice, from someone who is too old to change. Me: I guess. But it's still a bitter pill to swallow. Driver: Walk a minute in her shoes. You can empathize, you seem like a smart guy, but women don't want someone who is following a dream, they want someone who has found their dream. For one thing, I believe you can do it, you can break through it. But what do I know, I'm just an old man. The car halts, as it reaches my apartment building in Wilshire. Driver: You have a good night, chase your dreams, not the girl. Me: Thanks, I appreciate the advice. Oh and one more thing. Driver: Yeah? Me: You're never too old to achieve your dreams, sir. As long as you are alive, you have room to grow. You gave me some direction, so I have to return the favor, go find that thing you've always wanted to do. The driver didn't reply, but he had a thoughtful second, and through the window, I saw him smile a bit to himself. I waved, he waved back, and he drove off. I gave him 5 stars. Today I sat in my mom's kitchen. Both my brother and sister made excuses on why they couldn't make it. I didn't expect them to. The whole house smelled of noodles, which represented long life. http://i.imgur.com/UoKBtaq.jpghttp://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm87/endshiftresign/TEW%202013/BrentHill_alt1_zps2e2df836.jpghttp://i1352.photobucket.com/albums/q658/Shinsuke87/GCG97/CV97_MiyataTatsuki.jpg~original Mom, Dad, and Grandpa Mom: Hey Michael, I made your favorite meal! Me: Aww, thanks mom, I love it! (pigging out) Grandpa: So, are you in doctor yet, Mikey? Me: Uhh, my brother's the one in med school... Grandpa: No. Not him, you. Why are you not doctor yet? Me: Um, because I never wanted to be a doctor? Grandpa: Shame. Dad: Now, I'm sure Mikey has solid plans for the future, isn't that right son? Me: I guess... Mom: You mean wrestling? Wrestling ruin your life Michael. You waste too much time running around hitting things, not enough time fixing things. Me: Mom, not now... Mom: No, Grandpa is right. My church friend son, Derek, you remember? You play with him back when you were children. He is doctor now. I am ashamed when his mother ask me what you do. Me: What do you mean? I'm making an honest living and I love what I do. Plus the money isn't bad, it's just as much as a doctor Dad: When there is work. Me: Yeah, when there is. But I still work at this big firm. Mom: Yes, but you are pawn. If you finish formal education, you will be CEO instead Me: That's not how it works, Mom. Grandpa: I bet your brother could be CEO now. Angry, I get up. My dad tries to convince me to stay, but I just about had it. I walked out, finished my meal, and took my old Volvo back to my apartment. I stared at the appointments on my schedule. No future WRECKED dates, just meetings with clients, paperwork and company events. I ripped the calandar off my wall, angry at Kat, my mom, my dad, and mostly, at myself. I was lost. This office job wasn't for me, and ever since CZCW, I had to collide back with my old life, one that I hated, but I was inexplicably tied to. WRECKED, I realized, was the only thing I looked forward to, not some dumb boring future that everyone around me saw. I pulled out my old wrestling journal and began to jot... From the Author: Hey peeps! Poet Justice here. Thank you for reading, and voting us DoTM for C'Verse diaries! I do this for all of you, and your continuous and overwhelming support! I stayed up tonight so I could treat you guys to a little Mikey James, since it's been all WRECKED recently. Anyways, with the surprise of TEW 16, I'm not sure if I will continue on the TEW 2013 engine. If the CVerse aligns with the WRECKED universe, I may just transfer this diary to 16, and pickup from there. If not, I will continue with the same playthrough. By then, Mikey James will be 29, which is crazy because he's been in this game for like ever. Anyways, either way, I hope you guys all have a great rest of your winter, a great 2016, and be ready for some new content on March, regardless! 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