Post by Alioth Starre on Feb 22, 2012 21:18:37 GMT -4
Alioth stood in silence. Prior to this moment of needed serenity, he discovered that he needed to burke the world around him in favor of this capsule of inaudible perfection. The walls were covered in a spongey, foam-like substance called Anechoic studio foam. The color gave the room a dark, charcoal look and rocky surface, but if pressed against, the foam would simply flatten in. It was just the right material he needed to elude the world of background noise. Noise that was ever present, even in the universe. It was more so in Houston where he had bought a loft for the purposes of promotional vignettes to be filmed there instead of at the wrestling arenas where noise was always a problem.
Alioth’s iPhone began to buzz in his black khakis, within the right pocket. He answered the call, only to discover it was his therapist, whom was conveniently also in Houston, but not for a session. He agreed to a meeting location and returned the iPhone to its respective pocket. He took one last look around the foam walled room around him and then departed from it and the loft to meet the woman, Dr. Gellar, at Sambuca. A world where sound was the key to its success.
Outside of the building, as he left his car for the paved lot, Alioth waved to the woman and her two friends. Friends he had only met once. One of them was a loud and proud, flirty, and outgoing female and the other was quieter, but almost as outgoing when the focus was on him. They met in a circle within the lot and Dr. Gellar. She insisted he call her by her first name when not in the office. Emma. He usually called her that when they were in the office.
“What’s happening, Tex?” Alioth extended an offer of conversation to the only other male in the group, even though it worked out to be about even. Two men, two women.
“Nothing much, just tossing stones. Looking for a job.” Tex replied, hands at his pockets.
“That is horrid, Tex. Fortunately there are more hiring opportunities in Texas than most places in the U.S., but even so, I know a lot of people are having trouble. If you’re not an established artist like myself, it can be rough.” Alioth responded.
“I’m so essided you’re here again to hang out with us! No drinking for you, though!” Alyson reached out and gave him a warm southern hug, despite Alioth’s shut-in personality, he returned it, but only in passing.
“Sure. In any case, we should probably go in.” Alioth suggested just as his iPhone began to buzz in his pocket again. He looked visibly annoyed by this, which his therapist caught onto immediately.
“Still happening?” She asked. She stayed behind with him as the other two entered the restaurant lounge.
“It’s Johnny Knuckles. I think he finally texted me this time, though.” Alioth checked his iphone for the message and discovered he was correct. “It seems he wants me to lay down for our match at Asylum.”
“For Action Packed Wrestling?” She asked.
“Yeah. Not the other one.” He nodded and continued to read the text. “He expects me to allow us both to get a double count out with a fake brawl outside of the ring. Clearly he has no idea who he is talking to.”
“What’s wrong with that, Alioth?”
“What’s wrong with it is that when I go into a match, I go in expecting to give it my all and win. I am the best at what I do and clearly he doesn’t know who I am.” Alioth continued, “Johnny Knuckles is showing himself to have low self esteem if he thinks going into a match with the attitude of losing is the right thing to do. What a loser. I’ll show him that you need to go in to compete, not find pleasure in defeat.”
“Not everyone goes into the ring with the same ideals as you, though. Maybe he just sees it as something to have fun with?”
“You don’t step into the ring with the idea that it is all about fun. It is fun what we do, but if that’s all you treat it as then someone is going to get hurt. Him doing this is a clear sign that he doesn’t respect me, nor Action Packed Wrestling. He doesn’t respect himself, nor the industry as a whole. I don’t like that and I’ll make sure he realizes the error of his ways.” Alioth replied and declared his intentions to ensure Johnny Knuckles was put in his place. “Johnny Knuckles, oh how I had no clue you were such a coward.”
“Those are bold statements, Alioth. Maybe you should use that fire to fuel your vignettes for Action Packed Wrestling’s match promos. I’m sure you can put forth as good an effort there as you do elsewhere.”
“Yeah. I will. I will do just that, Dr. Gellar.” He nodded and placed the iPhone back into his pocket.
“It’s Emma. You can call me Emma outside of the office.” She insisted on this, but he never really did.
With that out of the way, Alioth and Emma Gellar headed into the restaurant to join her two friends whom had already found comfortable seats by the dance floor. Easy access to the local band’s music that would fill the building with an audio visual sensory. Alioth couldn’t help but return to that quiet he had been filled with prior to driving out to the restaurant. He liked it better in the solitude of the soundless. Thoughts to keep him company and ideas to fill the space instead of background noise that seemed to just waste time as much as Johnny Knuckles had wasted time in his message to Alioth about their match at Asylum. Alioth rarely even thought of the text, or his opponent for the rest of the night. If he and his match wasn’t important to Knuckles, then Johnny was important to Alioth.
It was later in the week that he had finally read a response to his comments about the text he had received. The negative and vitriolic nature of it made him actually crack a smile. Perhaps someone was finally getting it, but he wasn’t too certain. He wouldn’t be completely sure until he stepped in the ring with Johnny Knuckles and his opponent put forth his best effort against Alioth Starre. Clearly Johnny had no idea who Alioth was and exactly what it was that Alioth did, but he would find out soon enough.
Alioth understood that Knuckles had a feud with Jason Kash, whom would be the guest referee for their bout at Asylum, but Alioth also didn’t care. He didn’t care what vendettas Knuckles or Kash had. He would go into that ring and compete to the best of his ability and if Johnny Knuckles, someone who did not even respect Action Packed Wrestling and its talents wanted to get in his way about it, then Alioth would have to drop him the hard way. A lesson would be learned and it would not be an easy one to take in, but Alioth was certain Knuckles could grasp the concept.
Alioth returned to the loft in Houston. This time, however, he brought camera equipment and studio lights for main floor of the loft.
He realized, as he placed things about the floor to prepare for a vignette that he would record for the match at Asylum that Jason Kash had asked him to lay down as well. Well, Jason had actually asked Alioth to pander to Kash’s whims after the match no matter the outcome. It was more respectful than Johnny Knuckles deluded request that Alioth lay down for him simply because he had a feud with Kash.
He wondered if Johnny Knuckles even wanted to be in Action Packed Wrestling and if he did this with all of his opponents. How interesting if it were true. He hoped Knuckles wasn’t as deeply rooted in the upper management, otherwise the poor, disrespectful loser probably was accustomed to people laying down for him, or pandering to his ridiculous requests to ruin their own careers so he could make himself look good. What a horrible person, Alioth thought of Johnny Knuckles. Knuckles held people down and demanded they lose to him, or draw if he felt he couldn’t beat them reasonably in front of a naturally skeptical crowd. What a horrible person, indeed.
“Imbeciles.” He thought out loud to himself.
An imbecile Johnny Knuckles indeed was. He had no clue exactly who he had disrespected this time. Alioth Starre, the longest reigning champion from a different promotion and an individual that was considered hard to defeat. A man that had won the survive & conquer event, which included Knuckles. Alioth would be the one to finally stand up to Johnny Knuckles’ tyranny and diva attitude. Alioth didn’t respect divas and considering that Johnny Knuckles had no respect for anyone anyway, Alioth wouldn’t feel bad pushing buttons and making enemies with him in ways that no professional should.
It was no longer a professional matter to defeat Johnny Knuckles. No, this was personal. A personal war between Alioth Starre defending the honor of the industry and Action packed Wrestling against the mental dwarf, and criminal that was the ever disrespectful Johnny Knuckles.
He felt a buzz in his pant pocket again. It had begun to annoy him. He knew it wasn’t his opponent, so he checked it one final time. It was Alyson, Dr. Gellar’s black-haired southern friend from Georgia. She was close to the loft and had offered to help him film the vignette that would air for Action Packed Wrestling at Asylum prior to his match with Johnny Knuckles. He wasn’t sure when, or even if it would, but knew it was a requirement to put effort into his match and he had no other option than to strive to be the best at what he did, even if Johnny Knuckles disrespected people with a good work ethic. He wasn’t a free-loader like Johnny and wasn’t about to not put in the effort to win his match. Screw Johnny Knuckles and his desire to disrespect everyone in Action Packed Wrestling, least of all Alioth Starre.
He heard her enter the loft. The door was unlocked for her. With that southern smile and comfort she strode through and looked about the place before she met Alioth at the center, where the equipment waited to be set up. He had gotten most of it up by the time she arrived and he only required little of her. Mostly she would help with ensuring the equipment was on and off.
“In the end, it’ll all come together nicely. I am tired of doing promotional content for Action Packed Wrestling and other places in tiny arenas that don’t have the space for it. Too little room and too much noise. There is none of that here.” He explained the loft to her. “What is about to happen is a very careful procedure almost as practical and safe as the cutting of flesh on a surgical table. What I say and do will be offensive to you, and to others, but it is to ignite the fire of competition and ensure that my opponent comes to the match with his A game. If he doesn’t, that’ll be his own downfall and I’ll step on him on my way, and I will step on him on my way down.”
She nodded and smiled. He knew she didn’t quite understand, but it was the kind of smile of acceptance and support that he had never really seen in another human being. Not family, or friend. Nor lover. It was comforting and scary all at the same time, but being the enigma he decided to ignore it and go ahead with the vignette planned.
Alioth’s iPhone began to buzz in his black khakis, within the right pocket. He answered the call, only to discover it was his therapist, whom was conveniently also in Houston, but not for a session. He agreed to a meeting location and returned the iPhone to its respective pocket. He took one last look around the foam walled room around him and then departed from it and the loft to meet the woman, Dr. Gellar, at Sambuca. A world where sound was the key to its success.
Outside of the building, as he left his car for the paved lot, Alioth waved to the woman and her two friends. Friends he had only met once. One of them was a loud and proud, flirty, and outgoing female and the other was quieter, but almost as outgoing when the focus was on him. They met in a circle within the lot and Dr. Gellar. She insisted he call her by her first name when not in the office. Emma. He usually called her that when they were in the office.
“What’s happening, Tex?” Alioth extended an offer of conversation to the only other male in the group, even though it worked out to be about even. Two men, two women.
“Nothing much, just tossing stones. Looking for a job.” Tex replied, hands at his pockets.
“That is horrid, Tex. Fortunately there are more hiring opportunities in Texas than most places in the U.S., but even so, I know a lot of people are having trouble. If you’re not an established artist like myself, it can be rough.” Alioth responded.
“I’m so essided you’re here again to hang out with us! No drinking for you, though!” Alyson reached out and gave him a warm southern hug, despite Alioth’s shut-in personality, he returned it, but only in passing.
“Sure. In any case, we should probably go in.” Alioth suggested just as his iPhone began to buzz in his pocket again. He looked visibly annoyed by this, which his therapist caught onto immediately.
“Still happening?” She asked. She stayed behind with him as the other two entered the restaurant lounge.
“It’s Johnny Knuckles. I think he finally texted me this time, though.” Alioth checked his iphone for the message and discovered he was correct. “It seems he wants me to lay down for our match at Asylum.”
“For Action Packed Wrestling?” She asked.
“Yeah. Not the other one.” He nodded and continued to read the text. “He expects me to allow us both to get a double count out with a fake brawl outside of the ring. Clearly he has no idea who he is talking to.”
“What’s wrong with that, Alioth?”
“What’s wrong with it is that when I go into a match, I go in expecting to give it my all and win. I am the best at what I do and clearly he doesn’t know who I am.” Alioth continued, “Johnny Knuckles is showing himself to have low self esteem if he thinks going into a match with the attitude of losing is the right thing to do. What a loser. I’ll show him that you need to go in to compete, not find pleasure in defeat.”
“Not everyone goes into the ring with the same ideals as you, though. Maybe he just sees it as something to have fun with?”
“You don’t step into the ring with the idea that it is all about fun. It is fun what we do, but if that’s all you treat it as then someone is going to get hurt. Him doing this is a clear sign that he doesn’t respect me, nor Action Packed Wrestling. He doesn’t respect himself, nor the industry as a whole. I don’t like that and I’ll make sure he realizes the error of his ways.” Alioth replied and declared his intentions to ensure Johnny Knuckles was put in his place. “Johnny Knuckles, oh how I had no clue you were such a coward.”
“Those are bold statements, Alioth. Maybe you should use that fire to fuel your vignettes for Action Packed Wrestling’s match promos. I’m sure you can put forth as good an effort there as you do elsewhere.”
“Yeah. I will. I will do just that, Dr. Gellar.” He nodded and placed the iPhone back into his pocket.
“It’s Emma. You can call me Emma outside of the office.” She insisted on this, but he never really did.
With that out of the way, Alioth and Emma Gellar headed into the restaurant to join her two friends whom had already found comfortable seats by the dance floor. Easy access to the local band’s music that would fill the building with an audio visual sensory. Alioth couldn’t help but return to that quiet he had been filled with prior to driving out to the restaurant. He liked it better in the solitude of the soundless. Thoughts to keep him company and ideas to fill the space instead of background noise that seemed to just waste time as much as Johnny Knuckles had wasted time in his message to Alioth about their match at Asylum. Alioth rarely even thought of the text, or his opponent for the rest of the night. If he and his match wasn’t important to Knuckles, then Johnny was important to Alioth.
It was later in the week that he had finally read a response to his comments about the text he had received. The negative and vitriolic nature of it made him actually crack a smile. Perhaps someone was finally getting it, but he wasn’t too certain. He wouldn’t be completely sure until he stepped in the ring with Johnny Knuckles and his opponent put forth his best effort against Alioth Starre. Clearly Johnny had no idea who Alioth was and exactly what it was that Alioth did, but he would find out soon enough.
Alioth understood that Knuckles had a feud with Jason Kash, whom would be the guest referee for their bout at Asylum, but Alioth also didn’t care. He didn’t care what vendettas Knuckles or Kash had. He would go into that ring and compete to the best of his ability and if Johnny Knuckles, someone who did not even respect Action Packed Wrestling and its talents wanted to get in his way about it, then Alioth would have to drop him the hard way. A lesson would be learned and it would not be an easy one to take in, but Alioth was certain Knuckles could grasp the concept.
Alioth returned to the loft in Houston. This time, however, he brought camera equipment and studio lights for main floor of the loft.
He realized, as he placed things about the floor to prepare for a vignette that he would record for the match at Asylum that Jason Kash had asked him to lay down as well. Well, Jason had actually asked Alioth to pander to Kash’s whims after the match no matter the outcome. It was more respectful than Johnny Knuckles deluded request that Alioth lay down for him simply because he had a feud with Kash.
He wondered if Johnny Knuckles even wanted to be in Action Packed Wrestling and if he did this with all of his opponents. How interesting if it were true. He hoped Knuckles wasn’t as deeply rooted in the upper management, otherwise the poor, disrespectful loser probably was accustomed to people laying down for him, or pandering to his ridiculous requests to ruin their own careers so he could make himself look good. What a horrible person, Alioth thought of Johnny Knuckles. Knuckles held people down and demanded they lose to him, or draw if he felt he couldn’t beat them reasonably in front of a naturally skeptical crowd. What a horrible person, indeed.
“Imbeciles.” He thought out loud to himself.
An imbecile Johnny Knuckles indeed was. He had no clue exactly who he had disrespected this time. Alioth Starre, the longest reigning champion from a different promotion and an individual that was considered hard to defeat. A man that had won the survive & conquer event, which included Knuckles. Alioth would be the one to finally stand up to Johnny Knuckles’ tyranny and diva attitude. Alioth didn’t respect divas and considering that Johnny Knuckles had no respect for anyone anyway, Alioth wouldn’t feel bad pushing buttons and making enemies with him in ways that no professional should.
It was no longer a professional matter to defeat Johnny Knuckles. No, this was personal. A personal war between Alioth Starre defending the honor of the industry and Action packed Wrestling against the mental dwarf, and criminal that was the ever disrespectful Johnny Knuckles.
He felt a buzz in his pant pocket again. It had begun to annoy him. He knew it wasn’t his opponent, so he checked it one final time. It was Alyson, Dr. Gellar’s black-haired southern friend from Georgia. She was close to the loft and had offered to help him film the vignette that would air for Action Packed Wrestling at Asylum prior to his match with Johnny Knuckles. He wasn’t sure when, or even if it would, but knew it was a requirement to put effort into his match and he had no other option than to strive to be the best at what he did, even if Johnny Knuckles disrespected people with a good work ethic. He wasn’t a free-loader like Johnny and wasn’t about to not put in the effort to win his match. Screw Johnny Knuckles and his desire to disrespect everyone in Action Packed Wrestling, least of all Alioth Starre.
He heard her enter the loft. The door was unlocked for her. With that southern smile and comfort she strode through and looked about the place before she met Alioth at the center, where the equipment waited to be set up. He had gotten most of it up by the time she arrived and he only required little of her. Mostly she would help with ensuring the equipment was on and off.
“In the end, it’ll all come together nicely. I am tired of doing promotional content for Action Packed Wrestling and other places in tiny arenas that don’t have the space for it. Too little room and too much noise. There is none of that here.” He explained the loft to her. “What is about to happen is a very careful procedure almost as practical and safe as the cutting of flesh on a surgical table. What I say and do will be offensive to you, and to others, but it is to ignite the fire of competition and ensure that my opponent comes to the match with his A game. If he doesn’t, that’ll be his own downfall and I’ll step on him on my way, and I will step on him on my way down.”
She nodded and smiled. He knew she didn’t quite understand, but it was the kind of smile of acceptance and support that he had never really seen in another human being. Not family, or friend. Nor lover. It was comforting and scary all at the same time, but being the enigma he decided to ignore it and go ahead with the vignette planned.
