Post by Phate on Jul 21, 2008 19:57:47 GMT -4
Monday, July 21, 2008.
8:32 P.M. Eastern Standard Time.
Our eyes focus and adjust to the shimmering stars and full vibrant moon piercing the ebony skies of Salt Lake City’s downtown skyline. Our pupils now settling in to the stark contrast of light and dark we allow our gaze to fall upon the corporate-owned modern entertainment structure known as EnergySolutions Arena. The home of the National Basketball Association’s Utah Jazz and the Arena Football League’s Utah Blaze, the EnergySolutions Arena is currently being set up to be the temporary home of another brand of entertainment. SPORTS entertainment. The entertainers and athletes of the Action Packed Wrestling organization are inside the modern complex’s confines, preparing mentally and physically for the wars that are set to take place tonight. The production crew and its many workers are busily jetting to and fro, making sure all of their audio and visual equipment is in place and fully operational for this evening’s telecast. Everything, and everyone, is pretty much in place, accounted for, and raring to go – everyone except one solitary wrestler. That wrestler is APW Superstar and number one contender for the Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship “The Icon” Doctor Phate. We wander, our gaze searching for that of the eccentric Doctor…and we finally fixate upon his stocky figure sitting gleefully on the edge of the EnergySolutions Arena roof! His caramel skin glowing in the pale moonlight, Doctor Phate looks downward, seemingly engulfed by the idea that his meaty legs can dangle precariously so far above the cold, unforgiving concrete – as does the figure sitting on the ledge to his left. The person sitting to his left is dressed very similar to how we have come to expect Phate to dress (and exactly how Phate is dressed on this particular evening) – black pleated uniform skirt, black dress shirt, red silken necktie, white knee-high uniform socks, black and white Converse All-Stars of the Chuck Taylor variety. The unknown person is wearing a midnight-colored zippered hooded sweatshirt, its zipper undone but its hood pulled up and engulfing the person’s visage in shadows. “The Icon” looks quite studious and seductive in his black horn-rimmed eyeglasses as he inhales the cool night air and smiles to himself while in reverie. Phate lets this moment of peace pass, stretching his arms and back over the unforgiving Utah city sidewalk before clearing his throat and turning his attentions toward his barely visible companion. Phate, his ebony-toned dress shirt draped neatly over his wide shoulders as his crimson-colored necktie blows in the crisp summer air, starts to converse about something with the unknown person while admiring their slightly scuffed Chuck Taylors dangling in the freedom of open space. The unknown person responds to Phate’s small talk but responds in an octave indiscernible to our snooping ears, making it impossible for us to figure out something as simple as the mysterious person’s gender via their vocal inflections. The odd duo share a joke, both of them laughing like adolescents sharing an Elementary school Book Sale joke book before a stirring behind them prompts them to simultaneously turn their attentions to the roof entrance door. Our eyes follow their eyes, our corneas quickly fixating on the slowly opening roof entrance door as it creaks eerily open….and reveals none other than Action Packed Wrestling superstar and the man Doctor Phate cheated out of a victory last week Twister. Adorned in his usual urban casual attire, his denim shorts hanging baggily from his lower body as their waistband is masked by a Utah Jazz Carlos Boozer basketball jersey, Twister peers for a moment as his eyes adjust to the speckled darkness before making out the figures perched on the very dangerous edge of the shadowy rooftop and walking their way. Twister’s chiseled jaw line catches the moonlight, framing his strong masculine facial features and accenting his handsome visage as he makes his way to the spot his tag team partner for this evening is squatting with his anomaly of a companion.
Twister (a bit creeped out; addressing Phate): ‘Ey.
Phate (looking outward into open space; addressing Twister): ‘Ey.
Twister (a bit creeped out; addressing Phate): You wanted me to meet you up here?
Phate (looking outward into open space; flapping his arms like a bird; addressing Twister): Yee-Epp. (Looking toward his companion; amused yet quizzical tone) Think if I flap hard enuff I could coast to th’ ground below?
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Phate): Only if you believe, baby. Only if you believe.
Twister (a bit creeped out; annoyed tone; addressing Phate): You wanted me to meet you up here?!?
Phate (looking down toward the ground below; amused tone; addressing Twister): Yes, dahling, yes! Of course! Straight to bizness! (Patting the spot next to him on the ledge; cordial tone) Why don’tcha cop a squat down here wit’ yer fine lil’ self?
Twister (looking down at the ground below; addressing Phate): I…think I’ll just stand. Truth be told I’m a little tempted to kick you in th’ back of the head and test your arm-flappin’ theory after that crap you pulled last week.
Phate (sitting silently for a moment before turning his attentions to Twister; cordial tone): About that….no hard feelings? I had t’do what I had t’do, cutie. (Addressing his companion; amused tone) Right?
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Phate): Left.
Phate (addressing his companion; amused yet confused tone of voice): Yeeeeeah. (Addressing Twister; cordial tone) So no hard feelings…?
Twister (annoyed tone; addressing Phate): Yeah. Sure. No hard feelings.
Phate (addressing Twister; amused tone): Good! We have quite th’ big match tonight so I just wanted t’be sure that we were on th’ same page and that you wouldn’t be tryin’ t’hit me wit’ the Windbreaker outta nowhere and crack my head open or put me in Twister’s Rage an’ try to break my leg all up and….and….
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Phate): And piss on you like R. Kelly.
Phate (addressing Twister; amused tone): Yeah! (Addressing his companion; amused yet confused tone of voice) ….What?
Twister (annoyed and confused; addressing Phate): Uhm, like I said, no hard feelings, man.
Phate (addressing Twister; happily): Good because we’ve got a helluva fight in front of us tonight! The World Champ, Sabur, an’ Tony Blackwell ain’t exactly a walk through Central Park! You, me, and Austin have gotta be on th’ same page going into this thing or we don’t stand a chance, y’know? Sabur’s been influenced by Blackwell as of late an’ he’s an angry Irish bastard nowadays. Blackwell is, well, a Blackwell so he’s willin’ to take three lumps to dole out one. And Lambardo has got t’be down right unstable nowadays… (extending his hands; making quotation marks with his fingers) ….you know, wit’ his wife “dying” and all.
Unknown Person (making quotation marks with their fingers; low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister; fighting back the giggles): Yeah – with his wife “dying” and all.
Phate (addressing Twister; happily; smiling at his companion): So I was thinkin’ we hit them in ways they don’t quite expect. You’ve beaten Lambardo in th’ past and you know him like th’ back of your hand so I say we pair you off wit’ the Champ. Ace is high-risk and fast so he’d be th’ perfect foil for Sabur’s power game.
Twister (addressing Phate; slightly quizzical tone): And you?
Phate (addressing Twister; happily; looking down at the ground once again): I’m gonna combat Blackwell wit’ the same incredible wrestling acumen I used t’pin you to the mat last week, silly! If we utilize those tactics an’ work together to get one another outta any bad spots we have this match locked!
Twister (addressing Phate; slightly quizzical tone): ....As messed up as you are in the head your plan makes sense. Have you had this same game plan chat with Ace?
Phate (addressing Twister; licking his right finger and holding it skyward to figure out the wind direction): Nope. Couldn’t find ‘em. He’s prob’ly off somewhere shining up his Xtreme Championship or playin’ Poker on th’ computer or - -
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister): Or watching porn.
Phate (addressing Twister; licking his right finger and holding it skyward to figure out the wind direction): Or that! No biggie, though – we can clue ‘em in before th’ match.
Twister (Pointing toward Phate’s companion; quizzical tone): Fine. Uhm, who’s your buddy?
Phate (addressing Twister while staring at the unknown companion and holding their right hand in his left; stern tone of voice): Not important.
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister; squeezing Phate’s hand): Not important right now, at least.
Phate (getting to his feet; helping his companion up; smiling; addressing Twister): Yep-yep. Well, I’ll see ya later, good sir. If ya see Ace before me clue ‘em in on th’ game plan. None of us wanna go into Apocalypse wit’ a loss…and if we work together we won’t have to. (Addressing companion; amused tone) Let’s go – I’ll buy you a gelato!
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister; squeezing Phate’s hand as they walk away): It better be lemon, too.
Our scene begins fading to black as “The Icon” Doctor Phate and his hooded companion make their way past Twister and toward the rooftop door, the unknown companion patting Twister on the buttocks as the duo pass! Twister turns to address the unwanted advances of the unknown person, ready to lash out verbally….until a well-timed gust of wind whirls past and blows the unknown one’s hood down! We catch a brief glimpse of the person under the hood around the same time Twister does before the person reapplies their hood - - and as the scene fades to absolute darkness we as viewers sit with the same expression Twister has on his face because the person under the hood looks exactly like a recently deceased mother of two we all knew and loved……
8:32 P.M. Eastern Standard Time.
Our eyes focus and adjust to the shimmering stars and full vibrant moon piercing the ebony skies of Salt Lake City’s downtown skyline. Our pupils now settling in to the stark contrast of light and dark we allow our gaze to fall upon the corporate-owned modern entertainment structure known as EnergySolutions Arena. The home of the National Basketball Association’s Utah Jazz and the Arena Football League’s Utah Blaze, the EnergySolutions Arena is currently being set up to be the temporary home of another brand of entertainment. SPORTS entertainment. The entertainers and athletes of the Action Packed Wrestling organization are inside the modern complex’s confines, preparing mentally and physically for the wars that are set to take place tonight. The production crew and its many workers are busily jetting to and fro, making sure all of their audio and visual equipment is in place and fully operational for this evening’s telecast. Everything, and everyone, is pretty much in place, accounted for, and raring to go – everyone except one solitary wrestler. That wrestler is APW Superstar and number one contender for the Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship “The Icon” Doctor Phate. We wander, our gaze searching for that of the eccentric Doctor…and we finally fixate upon his stocky figure sitting gleefully on the edge of the EnergySolutions Arena roof! His caramel skin glowing in the pale moonlight, Doctor Phate looks downward, seemingly engulfed by the idea that his meaty legs can dangle precariously so far above the cold, unforgiving concrete – as does the figure sitting on the ledge to his left. The person sitting to his left is dressed very similar to how we have come to expect Phate to dress (and exactly how Phate is dressed on this particular evening) – black pleated uniform skirt, black dress shirt, red silken necktie, white knee-high uniform socks, black and white Converse All-Stars of the Chuck Taylor variety. The unknown person is wearing a midnight-colored zippered hooded sweatshirt, its zipper undone but its hood pulled up and engulfing the person’s visage in shadows. “The Icon” looks quite studious and seductive in his black horn-rimmed eyeglasses as he inhales the cool night air and smiles to himself while in reverie. Phate lets this moment of peace pass, stretching his arms and back over the unforgiving Utah city sidewalk before clearing his throat and turning his attentions toward his barely visible companion. Phate, his ebony-toned dress shirt draped neatly over his wide shoulders as his crimson-colored necktie blows in the crisp summer air, starts to converse about something with the unknown person while admiring their slightly scuffed Chuck Taylors dangling in the freedom of open space. The unknown person responds to Phate’s small talk but responds in an octave indiscernible to our snooping ears, making it impossible for us to figure out something as simple as the mysterious person’s gender via their vocal inflections. The odd duo share a joke, both of them laughing like adolescents sharing an Elementary school Book Sale joke book before a stirring behind them prompts them to simultaneously turn their attentions to the roof entrance door. Our eyes follow their eyes, our corneas quickly fixating on the slowly opening roof entrance door as it creaks eerily open….and reveals none other than Action Packed Wrestling superstar and the man Doctor Phate cheated out of a victory last week Twister. Adorned in his usual urban casual attire, his denim shorts hanging baggily from his lower body as their waistband is masked by a Utah Jazz Carlos Boozer basketball jersey, Twister peers for a moment as his eyes adjust to the speckled darkness before making out the figures perched on the very dangerous edge of the shadowy rooftop and walking their way. Twister’s chiseled jaw line catches the moonlight, framing his strong masculine facial features and accenting his handsome visage as he makes his way to the spot his tag team partner for this evening is squatting with his anomaly of a companion.
Twister (a bit creeped out; addressing Phate): ‘Ey.
Phate (looking outward into open space; addressing Twister): ‘Ey.
Twister (a bit creeped out; addressing Phate): You wanted me to meet you up here?
Phate (looking outward into open space; flapping his arms like a bird; addressing Twister): Yee-Epp. (Looking toward his companion; amused yet quizzical tone) Think if I flap hard enuff I could coast to th’ ground below?
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Phate): Only if you believe, baby. Only if you believe.
Twister (a bit creeped out; annoyed tone; addressing Phate): You wanted me to meet you up here?!?
Phate (looking down toward the ground below; amused tone; addressing Twister): Yes, dahling, yes! Of course! Straight to bizness! (Patting the spot next to him on the ledge; cordial tone) Why don’tcha cop a squat down here wit’ yer fine lil’ self?
Twister (looking down at the ground below; addressing Phate): I…think I’ll just stand. Truth be told I’m a little tempted to kick you in th’ back of the head and test your arm-flappin’ theory after that crap you pulled last week.
Phate (sitting silently for a moment before turning his attentions to Twister; cordial tone): About that….no hard feelings? I had t’do what I had t’do, cutie. (Addressing his companion; amused tone) Right?
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Phate): Left.
Phate (addressing his companion; amused yet confused tone of voice): Yeeeeeah. (Addressing Twister; cordial tone) So no hard feelings…?
Twister (annoyed tone; addressing Phate): Yeah. Sure. No hard feelings.
Phate (addressing Twister; amused tone): Good! We have quite th’ big match tonight so I just wanted t’be sure that we were on th’ same page and that you wouldn’t be tryin’ t’hit me wit’ the Windbreaker outta nowhere and crack my head open or put me in Twister’s Rage an’ try to break my leg all up and….and….
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Phate): And piss on you like R. Kelly.
Phate (addressing Twister; amused tone): Yeah! (Addressing his companion; amused yet confused tone of voice) ….What?
Twister (annoyed and confused; addressing Phate): Uhm, like I said, no hard feelings, man.
Phate (addressing Twister; happily): Good because we’ve got a helluva fight in front of us tonight! The World Champ, Sabur, an’ Tony Blackwell ain’t exactly a walk through Central Park! You, me, and Austin have gotta be on th’ same page going into this thing or we don’t stand a chance, y’know? Sabur’s been influenced by Blackwell as of late an’ he’s an angry Irish bastard nowadays. Blackwell is, well, a Blackwell so he’s willin’ to take three lumps to dole out one. And Lambardo has got t’be down right unstable nowadays… (extending his hands; making quotation marks with his fingers) ….you know, wit’ his wife “dying” and all.
Unknown Person (making quotation marks with their fingers; low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister; fighting back the giggles): Yeah – with his wife “dying” and all.
Phate (addressing Twister; happily; smiling at his companion): So I was thinkin’ we hit them in ways they don’t quite expect. You’ve beaten Lambardo in th’ past and you know him like th’ back of your hand so I say we pair you off wit’ the Champ. Ace is high-risk and fast so he’d be th’ perfect foil for Sabur’s power game.
Twister (addressing Phate; slightly quizzical tone): And you?
Phate (addressing Twister; happily; looking down at the ground once again): I’m gonna combat Blackwell wit’ the same incredible wrestling acumen I used t’pin you to the mat last week, silly! If we utilize those tactics an’ work together to get one another outta any bad spots we have this match locked!
Twister (addressing Phate; slightly quizzical tone): ....As messed up as you are in the head your plan makes sense. Have you had this same game plan chat with Ace?
Phate (addressing Twister; licking his right finger and holding it skyward to figure out the wind direction): Nope. Couldn’t find ‘em. He’s prob’ly off somewhere shining up his Xtreme Championship or playin’ Poker on th’ computer or - -
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister): Or watching porn.
Phate (addressing Twister; licking his right finger and holding it skyward to figure out the wind direction): Or that! No biggie, though – we can clue ‘em in before th’ match.
Twister (Pointing toward Phate’s companion; quizzical tone): Fine. Uhm, who’s your buddy?
Phate (addressing Twister while staring at the unknown companion and holding their right hand in his left; stern tone of voice): Not important.
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister; squeezing Phate’s hand): Not important right now, at least.
Phate (getting to his feet; helping his companion up; smiling; addressing Twister): Yep-yep. Well, I’ll see ya later, good sir. If ya see Ace before me clue ‘em in on th’ game plan. None of us wanna go into Apocalypse wit’ a loss…and if we work together we won’t have to. (Addressing companion; amused tone) Let’s go – I’ll buy you a gelato!
Unknown Person (low, barely audible voice; addressing Twister; squeezing Phate’s hand as they walk away): It better be lemon, too.
Our scene begins fading to black as “The Icon” Doctor Phate and his hooded companion make their way past Twister and toward the rooftop door, the unknown companion patting Twister on the buttocks as the duo pass! Twister turns to address the unwanted advances of the unknown person, ready to lash out verbally….until a well-timed gust of wind whirls past and blows the unknown one’s hood down! We catch a brief glimpse of the person under the hood around the same time Twister does before the person reapplies their hood - - and as the scene fades to absolute darkness we as viewers sit with the same expression Twister has on his face because the person under the hood looks exactly like a recently deceased mother of two we all knew and loved……
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