Post by Kurt on Nov 21, 2012 21:00:44 GMT -4
(OOC: A combination of feeling feverish and a tough week have just hurt my motivation for this week. Sorry :/)
From: Kylie
Sent at: 6:45 November 22nd, 2012
Message:
They’re waiting for you. Whatever you do, don’t go inside.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you Mr. Noble?”
Noble’s gaze snaps upwards as he slides his phone into his pocket. He smirks as he meets the eyes of eight different security guards, with another two blocking a nearby set of red double-doors. Noble adjusts his suit cuff links as a burly bald guard steps forward, causing Noble to tilt his head upwards towards him.
“I’m going to need you to search you, Mr. Noble,” he states before grabbing Noble, patting him down without so much as a response from the APW Megastar, whose grin hasn’t waned.
“Making sure there’s nothing left to salvage from my dead body, Mr…?” Noble asks in as condescending tone as possible.
“I’m making sure you don’t get any ideas out there,” he replies. “And it’s Ryburn.”
“Well, Mr. Ryburn, you should know that I don’t need a weapon to hurt people,” Noble retorts as Mr. Ryburn finishes the search. He eyes Noble’s cane.
“Taking a cane away from a cripple?” Noble asks. Ryburn rolls his eyes, but nods.
Noble adjusts his tie as the officers begin to take a formation. Suddenly, the red double doors shake from impact!
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Noble remarks as he stares at the doors. “It’s the same way Terry Marvin, CJ Gates, and everyone else around here looks at me: With hate. Why not just let them have me?”
“Because occasionally, I have to do things I don’t like at work,” Mr. Ryburn replies as his men begin to grab riot shields. “Johnny Rebel has given explicit orders that Overdrive will maintain a safe working environment-“
“Until the cameras are on,” Noble interjects.
“…So it’s my responsibility to make sure that happens. It’s my job.”
“Johnny Rebel? Looking out for me? Maybe the world is mad,” Noble quips in as the guards continue to gear up. One of them hands Noble a blue vest, to which he chuckles.
“All I did was burn a silly little shirt in the middle of the ring. You’re expecting them to shoot me?” Noble asks, getting an eyeful from Mr. Ryburn.
“No, but I’m expecting you to be readyto be shot,” he snaps back. “And you didn’t just burn a shirt; you just crippled the merchandise department. We’ve been reporting riots like this at APW events all across the past week because of customers trying to return your merchandise. So no, Mr. Noble, I’m not brimming with joy protecting you tonight; but I do it because I have to, and that’s that.”
“Then let’s see how good you are at it,” Noble says as Ryburn motions towards the doors. The guards open them, and move into the parking lot, forming a circle around Noble. A few scattered fans notice the group, but most do nothing; however, one man throws a shoe at Noble, but it’s blocked by Ryburn!
“So this is what it’s come to,” Noble mutters as he sidesteps another shoe thrown in his direction. “Level-One chokes the system with the Sindicate. Delikado makes APW his own personal rabbies-infested playground. Good men were held back while evil rose…but what truly pushes APW over the edge is a shirt. God bless APW, right?”
Ryburn scoffs as the group makes it from the guard station to the parking lot, beginning to make their way through rows of cars.
“You think this is my fault, don’t you?” Noble asks, directing his attention to Ryburn.
“You don’t care what I think,” Ryburn retorts, his eyes dancing through the parking lot.
“Then you truly believe me to be like them,” Noble snaps back.
Before Ryburn can inquire, a voice interrupts them.
“Sir, there’s a mob up ahead. How would you like to proceed?”
Ryburn’s gaze becomes fixated on a mob of fans about one hundred feet away. His nostrils flare, and he motions towards his men.
“Fall back; we don’t have enough men to get safely through. We-“
Suddenly, Ryburn falls as Noble bashes him over the back of the head with the cane! Before the guards can react, Noble dashes through the crowd, slowing just before coming face to face with an angry battalion of former Nobledrive fans!
“THERE HE IS!” yells one man, but Noble shows no fear as he stands before the unrestrained crowd, barely held back by the arena security. Noble’s guards catch up to him, but he continues to meet the angry faces…before pulling out his wallet, and tossing money into the crowd!
“Look at all of you; you’re angry because you lost a few Goddamn dollars. You want your money? Take it!”
The crowd snaps for the money tossed in the crowd, but the majority still have their eyes locked on the former Tag Team Champion. Ryburn grabs Noble by the shoulders.
“That’s ENOUGH!” he yells, but Noble pulls himself away!
“What are you expecting me to do Ryburn?” Noble asks. “Attack them? I know your bullshit security isn’t to protect me from them…it’s to protect them from me. You, and your bullshit management see me like you see the very men I’m teaming with tonight…like a monster.”
Noble turns to the crowd, his face beginning to turn crimson.
“YOU people see me as a monster for doing what I had to do to SURVIVE!” Noble yells over the crowd, as two or three fans attempt to move towards Noble! Ryburn pushes them away, and Noble just grins as the full security holds off the crowd! Ryburn pulls Noble away as he begins to laugh to himself.
“You want a monster?” he yells. ‘I’ll GIVE you a monster!”
Suddenly, the camera shorts out as a fan crashes into the camera-man! The scene fades to static, and then out…
From: Kylie
Sent at: 6:45 November 22nd, 2012
Message:
They’re waiting for you. Whatever you do, don’t go inside.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you Mr. Noble?”
Noble’s gaze snaps upwards as he slides his phone into his pocket. He smirks as he meets the eyes of eight different security guards, with another two blocking a nearby set of red double-doors. Noble adjusts his suit cuff links as a burly bald guard steps forward, causing Noble to tilt his head upwards towards him.
“I’m going to need you to search you, Mr. Noble,” he states before grabbing Noble, patting him down without so much as a response from the APW Megastar, whose grin hasn’t waned.
“Making sure there’s nothing left to salvage from my dead body, Mr…?” Noble asks in as condescending tone as possible.
“I’m making sure you don’t get any ideas out there,” he replies. “And it’s Ryburn.”
“Well, Mr. Ryburn, you should know that I don’t need a weapon to hurt people,” Noble retorts as Mr. Ryburn finishes the search. He eyes Noble’s cane.
“Taking a cane away from a cripple?” Noble asks. Ryburn rolls his eyes, but nods.
Noble adjusts his tie as the officers begin to take a formation. Suddenly, the red double doors shake from impact!
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Noble remarks as he stares at the doors. “It’s the same way Terry Marvin, CJ Gates, and everyone else around here looks at me: With hate. Why not just let them have me?”
“Because occasionally, I have to do things I don’t like at work,” Mr. Ryburn replies as his men begin to grab riot shields. “Johnny Rebel has given explicit orders that Overdrive will maintain a safe working environment-“
“Until the cameras are on,” Noble interjects.
“…So it’s my responsibility to make sure that happens. It’s my job.”
“Johnny Rebel? Looking out for me? Maybe the world is mad,” Noble quips in as the guards continue to gear up. One of them hands Noble a blue vest, to which he chuckles.
“All I did was burn a silly little shirt in the middle of the ring. You’re expecting them to shoot me?” Noble asks, getting an eyeful from Mr. Ryburn.
“No, but I’m expecting you to be readyto be shot,” he snaps back. “And you didn’t just burn a shirt; you just crippled the merchandise department. We’ve been reporting riots like this at APW events all across the past week because of customers trying to return your merchandise. So no, Mr. Noble, I’m not brimming with joy protecting you tonight; but I do it because I have to, and that’s that.”
“Then let’s see how good you are at it,” Noble says as Ryburn motions towards the doors. The guards open them, and move into the parking lot, forming a circle around Noble. A few scattered fans notice the group, but most do nothing; however, one man throws a shoe at Noble, but it’s blocked by Ryburn!
“So this is what it’s come to,” Noble mutters as he sidesteps another shoe thrown in his direction. “Level-One chokes the system with the Sindicate. Delikado makes APW his own personal rabbies-infested playground. Good men were held back while evil rose…but what truly pushes APW over the edge is a shirt. God bless APW, right?”
Ryburn scoffs as the group makes it from the guard station to the parking lot, beginning to make their way through rows of cars.
“You think this is my fault, don’t you?” Noble asks, directing his attention to Ryburn.
“You don’t care what I think,” Ryburn retorts, his eyes dancing through the parking lot.
“Then you truly believe me to be like them,” Noble snaps back.
Before Ryburn can inquire, a voice interrupts them.
“Sir, there’s a mob up ahead. How would you like to proceed?”
Ryburn’s gaze becomes fixated on a mob of fans about one hundred feet away. His nostrils flare, and he motions towards his men.
“Fall back; we don’t have enough men to get safely through. We-“
Suddenly, Ryburn falls as Noble bashes him over the back of the head with the cane! Before the guards can react, Noble dashes through the crowd, slowing just before coming face to face with an angry battalion of former Nobledrive fans!
“THERE HE IS!” yells one man, but Noble shows no fear as he stands before the unrestrained crowd, barely held back by the arena security. Noble’s guards catch up to him, but he continues to meet the angry faces…before pulling out his wallet, and tossing money into the crowd!
“Look at all of you; you’re angry because you lost a few Goddamn dollars. You want your money? Take it!”
The crowd snaps for the money tossed in the crowd, but the majority still have their eyes locked on the former Tag Team Champion. Ryburn grabs Noble by the shoulders.
“That’s ENOUGH!” he yells, but Noble pulls himself away!
“What are you expecting me to do Ryburn?” Noble asks. “Attack them? I know your bullshit security isn’t to protect me from them…it’s to protect them from me. You, and your bullshit management see me like you see the very men I’m teaming with tonight…like a monster.”
Noble turns to the crowd, his face beginning to turn crimson.
“YOU people see me as a monster for doing what I had to do to SURVIVE!” Noble yells over the crowd, as two or three fans attempt to move towards Noble! Ryburn pushes them away, and Noble just grins as the full security holds off the crowd! Ryburn pulls Noble away as he begins to laugh to himself.
“You want a monster?” he yells. ‘I’ll GIVE you a monster!”
Suddenly, the camera shorts out as a fan crashes into the camera-man! The scene fades to static, and then out…
