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AS 40: S.H.I.T. and Jack Skinner vs. Justin Cooper and Mick Overlast
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Jack Skinner: Legit Wrestler?
For the second straight time, Jack Skinner finds himself in WZCW's "Ascending 10", a ranking system voted on internally, by the wrestlers themselves. This has led many a fan to question whether Jack Skinner, former writer, is in fact a legitmate wrestler.
When asked, Jack had this to say: "Legitimate? I hope so. When I arrived here, I was a bit of a joke, in hindsight. I've been training hard, and that has paid off, both in getting me more fans, and in getting me higher profile matches. For instance, getting to be in the ring with Wasabi Toyota for his final match."
Yes, Jack Skinner, all 150 pounds of him, was given the opportunity of a lifetime, when he was put in the ring, one-on-one, against the 450-pound behemoth Wasabi Toyota, who just one week prior, had a chance to become King For A Day. Toyota, ever the friendly foe, put on a bit of a comedy match with Skinner, and ultimately gave him the win, or "put him over".
But, the match was just that. A comedy match. This has led to a bit of a backlash amongst the fans, wondering if that match alone was worthy of a two spot jump in the rankings. Clearly, his fellow competitors think so. Maybe, it has something to do with his near-victory at Unscripted, where he almost became the Mayhem Champion.
What does the future hold for Jack Skinner? Will he be a wrestling comedian, entertaining the fans, while not doing anything worthwhile? Or will he show shades of Unscripted, where although he used underhanded tactics, he almost won gold? Only time will tell. Up next for Mr. Skinner? A tag match with his partner being his one-time opponent, S.H.I.T.
This could be his time to shine. Or, it could just be his time to show us just how funny he really is.
Jack calmly rips the page out of the magazine, and tacks it up in his locker. He sits back down, rubbing his chin, and staring at the accompanying photo (him shaking hands with Toyota pre-match). He tosses what's left of the magazine into the bottom of his locker, and puts his head down in his hands.
Becky walks in, but Jack doesn't notice her, until she knocks over a garbage pail. The loud clang startles him, and he jumps.
Jack Skinner: Oh, it's you...
Becky Serra: Yeah? Who else could it have been? It's midnight, on a Friday. Pretty much everyone is out on the town, cutting loose before the show.
Those damn reporters. It's not my fault I faced Toyota last week, in his send-off. It was an honor, and I gave him an honest good-bye. It broke my heart seeing him leave.
Mine too, and I agree with you. You did what anyone would have done. Reporters are paid to do that. You know that firsthand. You were a reporter, right?
Jack chuckles, and finally lifts his head from his hands, smiling at Becky.
I guess you're right. I'm not used to being on this end of it though. It's easy to tear someone down, when you don't know what's going on behind the scenes. Sitting on this side of it...it's tough.
You should get out of here. Let off some steam. It's doing you no good to stay cooped up in the locker room.
I'd love to, but I have to keep working.
Working? For what? Weeks ago, when you were in your first Mayhem match, do you remember what I said to you? The powers-that-be wanted to see you out of your element. Well, guess what? They did. And, you almost surprised all of us at Unscripted.
That was pretty cool, wasn't it? Man! What I wouldn't give to have a belt around my waist.
You've taken every challenge they've thrown at you. Sure, you've lost more than you've won...
Ouch! Thanks for the pep talk!
They both laugh, as the mood of the room is clearly lighter than it was a few moments ago.
Look. You've lost a few matches, but you've won two, and been competitive in some. Don't get down. Let them write whatever they want to write, and focus on yourself. You're "ascending", aren't you? Take it match-by-match, and let the pieces fall where they may.
Yeah, I guess you're right. Say I take it match-by-match, and this continues. I can't stand to see that. They're trying to portray me as a joke, while I work my ass off. It's frustrating.
I bet.
Y'know, it doesn't help that I get put into a tag match with S.H.I.T. I'm not one to rag on anyone. At least not anymore. But, really? C'mon, Becky...You have to know what I mean. I beat him, for my first victory here, by hitting an off switch. He's been malfunctioning more and more ever since. What do I do if he turns on me during our match, or gets a virus, and shuts down? I'll be lucky if he even makes it to the ring.
Usually...I'd say you need to trust your partner, but being S.H.I.T. is a "machine", he knows no human emotions, such as trust. You definitely have your work cut out for you. A win, a solid win, may just add some back-up to the camp backing you as a legit wrestler, since you'll be overcoming your partner.
Not only smokin' hot, but smart too!
Hey! Cut it out. I get hit on enough.
Can't a man give a compliment anymore? Sheesh...
Sorry. It's easy to get defensive, being a female in this business.
These guys I'm facing. They're quite a pair. Mick reminds me a lot of myself, when I started. He's brash. Arrogant. Crude. Generally unlikeable. I'll take it as a bonus that I know exactly what to expect from him. Justin, though. He's different. I can scrap everything I ever wrote on him, or saw from him. He claims this is his "remix". No idea what to expect there. Hey, Becky. I'm going to head home, and hit the hay. Take your own advice, and get out, enjoy the night while it's young. I have to hit the gym early tomorrow, if I want to shut these critics up.
Becky leaves with a wave, and Jack goes about packing up his gym bag. Before he leaves, he takes one last look at the article in his locker, shuts the lights, and heads home.
For the second straight time, Jack Skinner finds himself in WZCW's "Ascending 10", a ranking system voted on internally, by the wrestlers themselves. This has led many a fan to question whether Jack Skinner, former writer, is in fact a legitmate wrestler.
When asked, Jack had this to say: "Legitimate? I hope so. When I arrived here, I was a bit of a joke, in hindsight. I've been training hard, and that has paid off, both in getting me more fans, and in getting me higher profile matches. For instance, getting to be in the ring with Wasabi Toyota for his final match."
Yes, Jack Skinner, all 150 pounds of him, was given the opportunity of a lifetime, when he was put in the ring, one-on-one, against the 450-pound behemoth Wasabi Toyota, who just one week prior, had a chance to become King For A Day. Toyota, ever the friendly foe, put on a bit of a comedy match with Skinner, and ultimately gave him the win, or "put him over".
But, the match was just that. A comedy match. This has led to a bit of a backlash amongst the fans, wondering if that match alone was worthy of a two spot jump in the rankings. Clearly, his fellow competitors think so. Maybe, it has something to do with his near-victory at Unscripted, where he almost became the Mayhem Champion.
What does the future hold for Jack Skinner? Will he be a wrestling comedian, entertaining the fans, while not doing anything worthwhile? Or will he show shades of Unscripted, where although he used underhanded tactics, he almost won gold? Only time will tell. Up next for Mr. Skinner? A tag match with his partner being his one-time opponent, S.H.I.T.
This could be his time to shine. Or, it could just be his time to show us just how funny he really is.
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Jack calmly rips the page out of the magazine, and tacks it up in his locker. He sits back down, rubbing his chin, and staring at the accompanying photo (him shaking hands with Toyota pre-match). He tosses what's left of the magazine into the bottom of his locker, and puts his head down in his hands.
Becky walks in, but Jack doesn't notice her, until she knocks over a garbage pail. The loud clang startles him, and he jumps.
Jack Skinner: Oh, it's you...
Becky Serra: Yeah? Who else could it have been? It's midnight, on a Friday. Pretty much everyone is out on the town, cutting loose before the show.
Those damn reporters. It's not my fault I faced Toyota last week, in his send-off. It was an honor, and I gave him an honest good-bye. It broke my heart seeing him leave.
Mine too, and I agree with you. You did what anyone would have done. Reporters are paid to do that. You know that firsthand. You were a reporter, right?
Jack chuckles, and finally lifts his head from his hands, smiling at Becky.
I guess you're right. I'm not used to being on this end of it though. It's easy to tear someone down, when you don't know what's going on behind the scenes. Sitting on this side of it...it's tough.
You should get out of here. Let off some steam. It's doing you no good to stay cooped up in the locker room.
I'd love to, but I have to keep working.
Working? For what? Weeks ago, when you were in your first Mayhem match, do you remember what I said to you? The powers-that-be wanted to see you out of your element. Well, guess what? They did. And, you almost surprised all of us at Unscripted.
That was pretty cool, wasn't it? Man! What I wouldn't give to have a belt around my waist.
You've taken every challenge they've thrown at you. Sure, you've lost more than you've won...
Ouch! Thanks for the pep talk!
They both laugh, as the mood of the room is clearly lighter than it was a few moments ago.
Look. You've lost a few matches, but you've won two, and been competitive in some. Don't get down. Let them write whatever they want to write, and focus on yourself. You're "ascending", aren't you? Take it match-by-match, and let the pieces fall where they may.
Yeah, I guess you're right. Say I take it match-by-match, and this continues. I can't stand to see that. They're trying to portray me as a joke, while I work my ass off. It's frustrating.
I bet.
Y'know, it doesn't help that I get put into a tag match with S.H.I.T. I'm not one to rag on anyone. At least not anymore. But, really? C'mon, Becky...You have to know what I mean. I beat him, for my first victory here, by hitting an off switch. He's been malfunctioning more and more ever since. What do I do if he turns on me during our match, or gets a virus, and shuts down? I'll be lucky if he even makes it to the ring.
Usually...I'd say you need to trust your partner, but being S.H.I.T. is a "machine", he knows no human emotions, such as trust. You definitely have your work cut out for you. A win, a solid win, may just add some back-up to the camp backing you as a legit wrestler, since you'll be overcoming your partner.
Not only smokin' hot, but smart too!
Hey! Cut it out. I get hit on enough.
Can't a man give a compliment anymore? Sheesh...
Sorry. It's easy to get defensive, being a female in this business.
These guys I'm facing. They're quite a pair. Mick reminds me a lot of myself, when I started. He's brash. Arrogant. Crude. Generally unlikeable. I'll take it as a bonus that I know exactly what to expect from him. Justin, though. He's different. I can scrap everything I ever wrote on him, or saw from him. He claims this is his "remix". No idea what to expect there. Hey, Becky. I'm going to head home, and hit the hay. Take your own advice, and get out, enjoy the night while it's young. I have to hit the gym early tomorrow, if I want to shut these critics up.
Becky leaves with a wave, and Jack goes about packing up his gym bag. Before he leaves, he takes one last look at the article in his locker, shuts the lights, and heads home.
Mick Overlast
Happy to be back in WZCW
Alone in his modest studio one cool night, Mick Overlast sits in front of his laptop, clicking his mouse repeatedly. The only light in the apartment comes from the glow of the laptop screen and the lamp sitting on his desk. He stares at the screen in disgust, watching the final seconds of his triple threat match at the house show, which was uploaded to YouTube by a fan.
1.....2....3!
The scene playing out on the screen is enough to drive him crazy: Justin Cooper raising his arms in victory, while Overlast lays on the mat, having just taken the fall. Overlast shakes his head and exhales before replaying the final sequence again. And again. Each subsequent viewing is enough to make his blood boil. Finally, he pounds the desk hard in frustration, bringing a climax to this self-torture. Not long after that, his cell phone begins to vibrate and ring. He looks down at the screen and sees that his good friend Skip Henderson is on the other end. He tries to gather himself somewhat before answering the phone.
Overlast: Yeah?
Henderson: Still pissed?
Overlast: How'd you know?
Henderson: I can tell from your voice. And you haven't been on Twitter. And you haven't been answering my texts...
Overlast: Sorry. Just hasn't been a good week.
Henderson: Look, I know you didn't win, but are you seriously going to be like this after every loss? You haven't even been on TV yet. At least you got a contract.
Overlast: I know, Skip, but I didn't want it to happen this way. You know, I walked into the office to sign my contract the other day, and when I sat down across from Chuck Myles and Vance Bateman, I saw the satisfaction in their eyes because I lost my debut match. I knew they didn't like me from the beginning because I'm against the way they built this company and the losers that they brought onto this roster. Now, they're going to try and make an example out of me to show that anyone who doesn't agree with the way they do things will be severely punished. Well, they can kiss my ass.
Henderson: What are you going to do about it?
Overlast: That's easy. I'll dismantle every single one of their prized creations. And it starts with my tag match at Ascension.
Henderson: Who are you against?
Overlast: Jack Skinner and S.H.I.T.
Henderson: S.H.I.T.? Really? I love that guy!
Overlast: Don't get me started, dude. You know I despise him more than anyone in the organization.
Henderson: I know. I'm just giving you a hard time. Who's your partner?
Overlast: Cooper.
Henderson: The same guy that pinned you?
Overlast: Don't remind me. I'll be ready to go, so he better not screw this up for me. I need to make my statement now, and he would be wise to stay out of my way.
Henderson: Well, good luck, man. I'll be watching. But hey, I gotta go.
Overlast: You guys going out tonight?
Henderson: Yeah, we're hitting up Jimmy D's. Last chance to get with these college girls before they leave for Thanksgiving break.
Overlast: Make me proud.
Henderson: Of course. I'll talk to you later...kick some ass this weekend.
Overlast: Will do, buddy. Thanks again.
Overlast hangs up the phone and sets it down on the desk. He looks at it for a minute, then picks it back up and makes a quick call before hanging up once more and turning off the lamp and crawling into bed.
Overlast (to himself): It's time to show WZCW that I mean business.
TO BE CONTINUED...
1.....2....3!
The scene playing out on the screen is enough to drive him crazy: Justin Cooper raising his arms in victory, while Overlast lays on the mat, having just taken the fall. Overlast shakes his head and exhales before replaying the final sequence again. And again. Each subsequent viewing is enough to make his blood boil. Finally, he pounds the desk hard in frustration, bringing a climax to this self-torture. Not long after that, his cell phone begins to vibrate and ring. He looks down at the screen and sees that his good friend Skip Henderson is on the other end. He tries to gather himself somewhat before answering the phone.
Overlast: Yeah?
Henderson: Still pissed?
Overlast: How'd you know?
Henderson: I can tell from your voice. And you haven't been on Twitter. And you haven't been answering my texts...
Overlast: Sorry. Just hasn't been a good week.
Henderson: Look, I know you didn't win, but are you seriously going to be like this after every loss? You haven't even been on TV yet. At least you got a contract.
Overlast: I know, Skip, but I didn't want it to happen this way. You know, I walked into the office to sign my contract the other day, and when I sat down across from Chuck Myles and Vance Bateman, I saw the satisfaction in their eyes because I lost my debut match. I knew they didn't like me from the beginning because I'm against the way they built this company and the losers that they brought onto this roster. Now, they're going to try and make an example out of me to show that anyone who doesn't agree with the way they do things will be severely punished. Well, they can kiss my ass.
Henderson: What are you going to do about it?
Overlast: That's easy. I'll dismantle every single one of their prized creations. And it starts with my tag match at Ascension.
Henderson: Who are you against?
Overlast: Jack Skinner and S.H.I.T.
Henderson: S.H.I.T.? Really? I love that guy!
Overlast: Don't get me started, dude. You know I despise him more than anyone in the organization.
Henderson: I know. I'm just giving you a hard time. Who's your partner?
Overlast: Cooper.
Henderson: The same guy that pinned you?
Overlast: Don't remind me. I'll be ready to go, so he better not screw this up for me. I need to make my statement now, and he would be wise to stay out of my way.
Henderson: Well, good luck, man. I'll be watching. But hey, I gotta go.
Overlast: You guys going out tonight?
Henderson: Yeah, we're hitting up Jimmy D's. Last chance to get with these college girls before they leave for Thanksgiving break.
Overlast: Make me proud.
Henderson: Of course. I'll talk to you later...kick some ass this weekend.
Overlast: Will do, buddy. Thanks again.
Overlast hangs up the phone and sets it down on the desk. He looks at it for a minute, then picks it back up and makes a quick call before hanging up once more and turning off the lamp and crawling into bed.
Overlast (to himself): It's time to show WZCW that I mean business.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Mick Overlast
Happy to be back in WZCW
Early the next morning, Mick Overlast sits alone at his locker, staring at the floor and waiting, seemingly in a state of deep thought. He is snapped out of it by the opening of the locker room door.
Leon Kensworth: Hey, Mick. Got your message this morning and got here as soon as I could.
Overlast: Good. Sit down, Kensworth.
Kensworth takes a stool and sits down across from Overlast, while a cameraman stands nearby.
Kensworth: So you wanted to talk about your first-ever TV match at Ascension?
Overlast: That's safe to say. Just put the camera on and let's get this started.
Kensworth quickly gets the cameraman to start filming.
Kensworth: So talk about your opponents at Ascension, Jack Skinner and S.H.I.T.
Overlast: Let me say that I'm glad to be facing S.H.I.T. so early in my career. This sideshow freak has angered me to no end since his debut because I can't take him seriously. A man who thinks he's a robot? He's unable to feel emotions? Really? Myles and Bateman must be trying to cater to kindergarteners with this joke, but I don't even think a six-year-old would find this amusing or interesting or even watchable. Hell, he lost a match to Jack Skinner by Skinner's hitting an off switch. That's insulting to anyone with a shred of intelligence...even WZCW fans have that.
Overlast turns to face the camera, a scowl on his face.
Overlast: S.H.I.T., your existence and your standing in WZCW are glitches. But these glitches can't be solved by just simply installing some anti-virus software or something like that. No, these glitches will be solved by my tearing you apart, robotic limb from robotic limb. This has been something I've been wanting to do to you for a while, and once I leave you destroyed in the middle of the ring, you will be nothing more than a piece of garbage on top of the scrap heap known as the Future Endeavored list.
Overlast faces Kensworth again and continues talking.
Overlast: As for Jack Skinner, I came across an article questioning if he's a legit wrestler. The answer is a resounding No. He's won two matches on total flukes, and lost countless others because he simply can't cut it. I've watched him since his debut, and it's obvious he's here more for comedic purposes than for wrestling purposes. Once the fans tire of him, he'll be useless. I plan on dealing him yet another loss at Ascension. Soon enough, the magazine will be featuring Jack Skinner in its Where Are They Now? segment...that is, if anyone even cares.
Kensworth: What about your tag-team partner this week, Justin Cooper? He did pin you at a recent house show.
Overlast takes a deep breath and glares at the camera once more.
Overlast: Justin Cooper, there are two things I hate. One is bad music, and you and Justin Bieber have had that market cornered for a while now. The other is losing. You were the one to pin me at the house show, and it has bothered me to no end because you're getting in my way. I am on a mission to wipe out frauds like you from the wrestling business. Therefore, I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't respect you. Unfortunately for me, however, I have to co-exist with you at Ascension.
I will be the best partner I can be in this match. I'll break up pin attempts, help you with double-team attacks, and all that, and I expect the same from you. But if you mess up and cause me to suffer another defeat, I will make sure that you suffer much, much more. I don't give a damn if this is your remix or instrumental or whatever...if you don't bring your A-game and help me win, you won't be cutting any more tracks for a while.
Turning back to Kensworth, Overlast gives a slight head-nod, giving the cue that he's done speaking. The cameraman stops filming.
Kensworth: Pretty powerful stuff there, Mick.
Overlast: I have no choice. If I'm going to make big changes to this place, I have to start now. Now get the hell out of here.
Kensworth and the cameraman depart the room, leaving Overlast with his thoughts again.
Leon Kensworth: Hey, Mick. Got your message this morning and got here as soon as I could.
Overlast: Good. Sit down, Kensworth.
Kensworth takes a stool and sits down across from Overlast, while a cameraman stands nearby.
Kensworth: So you wanted to talk about your first-ever TV match at Ascension?
Overlast: That's safe to say. Just put the camera on and let's get this started.
Kensworth quickly gets the cameraman to start filming.
Kensworth: So talk about your opponents at Ascension, Jack Skinner and S.H.I.T.
Overlast: Let me say that I'm glad to be facing S.H.I.T. so early in my career. This sideshow freak has angered me to no end since his debut because I can't take him seriously. A man who thinks he's a robot? He's unable to feel emotions? Really? Myles and Bateman must be trying to cater to kindergarteners with this joke, but I don't even think a six-year-old would find this amusing or interesting or even watchable. Hell, he lost a match to Jack Skinner by Skinner's hitting an off switch. That's insulting to anyone with a shred of intelligence...even WZCW fans have that.
Overlast turns to face the camera, a scowl on his face.
Overlast: S.H.I.T., your existence and your standing in WZCW are glitches. But these glitches can't be solved by just simply installing some anti-virus software or something like that. No, these glitches will be solved by my tearing you apart, robotic limb from robotic limb. This has been something I've been wanting to do to you for a while, and once I leave you destroyed in the middle of the ring, you will be nothing more than a piece of garbage on top of the scrap heap known as the Future Endeavored list.
Overlast faces Kensworth again and continues talking.
Overlast: As for Jack Skinner, I came across an article questioning if he's a legit wrestler. The answer is a resounding No. He's won two matches on total flukes, and lost countless others because he simply can't cut it. I've watched him since his debut, and it's obvious he's here more for comedic purposes than for wrestling purposes. Once the fans tire of him, he'll be useless. I plan on dealing him yet another loss at Ascension. Soon enough, the magazine will be featuring Jack Skinner in its Where Are They Now? segment...that is, if anyone even cares.
Kensworth: What about your tag-team partner this week, Justin Cooper? He did pin you at a recent house show.
Overlast takes a deep breath and glares at the camera once more.
Overlast: Justin Cooper, there are two things I hate. One is bad music, and you and Justin Bieber have had that market cornered for a while now. The other is losing. You were the one to pin me at the house show, and it has bothered me to no end because you're getting in my way. I am on a mission to wipe out frauds like you from the wrestling business. Therefore, I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't respect you. Unfortunately for me, however, I have to co-exist with you at Ascension.
I will be the best partner I can be in this match. I'll break up pin attempts, help you with double-team attacks, and all that, and I expect the same from you. But if you mess up and cause me to suffer another defeat, I will make sure that you suffer much, much more. I don't give a damn if this is your remix or instrumental or whatever...if you don't bring your A-game and help me win, you won't be cutting any more tracks for a while.
Turning back to Kensworth, Overlast gives a slight head-nod, giving the cue that he's done speaking. The cameraman stops filming.
Kensworth: Pretty powerful stuff there, Mick.
Overlast: I have no choice. If I'm going to make big changes to this place, I have to start now. Now get the hell out of here.
Kensworth and the cameraman depart the room, leaving Overlast with his thoughts again.
Da Prophet
Mid-Card Championship Winner
~The video opens with a blackback drop with nothing else visible. In the distance however Justin Cooper begins to step forward. Once again wearing one of his finest suits to show is superiority. As Cooper approaches he claps his hands together while laughing softly. Cooper reaches a point where he stops laughing and walking, at this point everything goes silent.
Justin Cooper: Have you ever wondered what else is out there for you in this world? Have you ever questioned what is left for me to do? I have. My name is Justin Cooper and I have a vision. My vision is the only path that we should all follow. I represent a group; I represent my society, The High Society. This group allows people to get the best out of life and those who question it are nonbelievers. We at The High Society have seen much success through our members because we are strong, powerful, even a little forceful but we get the job done. Nothing has ever held us back and it never will. People like to question what they are taught but in this group you never question the teachings. In this society people do what they are told. While in some cases it helps to speak out, in this society you shut it when it comes to leaders. The rules of the society are simple, join us and great things will happen.
~Cooper extends his hand and in comes a small child to the scene.
Justin Cooper: This little boy once was like you people watching this. He was a nonbeliever just like you all. He once rode his bike down to the park and played with all the revolting children that would run around outside to. This little boy was once just like you. If you saw this boy today in the street you may not know he was one of us. However should you take a second look you will notice that this boy does not share the same innocence that the children of this world share. His eyes show no fear of the outside world because he knows that he is protected by powers greater then you can understand. When he walks out onto the streets today this little boy can preach to the world about us, he can live a life that will bring him countless things. This little boy, of age nine, is already living a better life then you people. This boy is living the life of a real man, he is living the ways of The High Society, and he is living the life just like Justin Cooper.
~The boy tilts his head back and raises his right fist into the air as a symbol of the unity the group has between its members.
Justin Cooper: I once walked among the mindless that claim to be the intelligent. I once shared the world with those who were incapable of success but claimed to be successful. At one time I competed against men who claimed to have talent but was nothing more than over payed stunt men. The path you take to reach this point is different for everyone but it ends in the same play, liberty. The High Society saved me from the grip of despair during my career in music. While I was tempted with drugs and alcoholic drinks I needed something to help. Finally it came in the form of a group. I was lifted up from the music world and saved by wonderful people who saw the true talent inside Justin Cooper. It was clear to them that I was the next man to lead this group in its purification of the world. I was seen as the next in line to bring The High Society to a national level and make the facts clear. I was selected to bring light to the issues that people like Jack Skinner are unable to see. Through my music I spoke of the legends that helped me. The world that I was talking about singers but I was talking about the group that saved my life. The ignorance was shining through the mask that these people wore; they would never be able to see what The High Society could do for them. The waiting is over. Today marks the beginning of the rise of The High Society. As I stand here today, as God as my witness, I promise that The High Society will purify everything that needs it. The High Society will make the right sacrifices when the time comes. I spoke of a remix and once again the people failed to hear my message. Not only is the remix about me but it is also about The High Society.
~Slowly Justin drops to his knees just as the boy has done. Together they kneel together while Justin continues.
Justin Cooper: This world needs us more than ever with the troubles all around the world. Nothing bigger than the troubles here in WZCW. The foundation of the virus that is the nonbelievers starts right here. People like S.H.I.T who are so controlled by the forces around them fail to see what is really going on. A man that believes he is a robot shows how little power he has to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This man is the prime example of what is wrong with the society that the population is forced to undergo. I can speak truly when I say not one member of The High Society has ever been sick in their life since joining us. We are protected from every single disease known to us.
~Cooper raises his hands to single the candles to be lit. It is a wonderful sight with over 50 candles lit around the room. The small boy has stayed in the same position the entire time and for this Justin gives him a slight pat on the back.
Justin Cooper: The High Society has something superior to everyone. While governments have guns and bombs to protect each other we have something better. We look to an ancient book which speaks of a greater power that will shine down and protect us for the evils that are the human race. The only time I have suffered was when I questioned the teachings and it cost me the Mayhem Championship at Kingdom Come. That will never happen again and thus I shall never lose another match in WZCW. Our society is more advanced than you in every single way. We dont need to use cars made by Americans because we have our own models that need no gas to run. Every year the government ask for our help and every year we give them the same answer, no. The reason behind our motives is simple ladies and gentlemen; if you want our help then you join as. Anyone can join, all you need to do is reach into your soul and find the goodness that you were born with. Come to us and find you enteral peace within yourself forever. I now look to you Jack Skinner. I see talent in you for the future. Why not seek the rewards that come with being side by side with The High Society? You have skills that others wish they had but will only dream about at night. You have the ability to bring forth something inside that is able to conquer everything in your path. You could be one of us that sees the light and brings The High Society to the next level.
~The room lights up to reveal hundreds of men and women all kneeling down before Justin Cooper who has moved to a podium. They all lift their heads up and in unison say We all worship a greater society.
Justin Cooper: These people have taken the next step to making their lives great. They have begun a journey that will bring them inner peace and show the world just how good this society is. We are the right way and until the world accepts it they will suffer at our hands. I have come to represent the society that made me who I am today. I have come to show that we are better then you. The man who stands before you today nonbelievers is Justin Cooper, the 21st leader of the group known as The High Society. So I give one final message to 3 men who happen to see men this week. Firstly Mick, you are pathetic in every way possible. Not once have you impressed me in the slightest and this week I see it as nothing more than a burden. I saw what you had to offer during the triple threat and it honestly made me sick that someone with so little talent would be let into this company. But once again this society shows how weak it is. Any piece of scum can walk in the door before being treated. Mick this week I have no intention of working with you for a moment. The only way I will work with you is if you take a step into the right direction and embrace The High Society as your own. After that, then we can talk.
~At the podium Cooper stares out at his audience of followers who all believe every word he is saying. The large room is packed with supporters who are all wearing black robes with a large X on them.
Justin Cooper: Finally allow me to address both S.H.I.T and Jack Skinner. The both of you have shown the ways of the old society and you both have faults that stem from the old ways. However one thing is certain, you can both be helped by us. Even you S.H.I.T can be pulled from the bottomless pit that is the real world and you can rise to the top through the power of The High Society. Jack Skinner you show skill that can only be fully achieved through the teachings of The High Society. Dont become confused by me tonight boys and girls because I do not expect these men to accept my offer. I expect them to try and defeat me. They fail to see that compared to me everyone is weak both in mind and in physical performance. They will not join us, instead they will attempt to fight us. They think this is just a group. This is more than a basic group ladies and gentleman and I say this to not just the people who will see this airing but to you people who have made the decision to join the path to purification. This is a lifestyle that will guide you through life and beyond. With us you will achieve everything you ever wanted in life and all your dreams will come true. I am the prime example because this week I want to win and because of my role here I shall. As the leader of The High Society no harm will strike me this week, nothing will cause me pain; nobody can hurt me because I believe!
~The entire group starts chanting I believe as Justin Cooper raises his right hand. With hundreds of men, women and children chanting along the scene begins to fade to black.
Justin Cooper: Have you ever wondered what else is out there for you in this world? Have you ever questioned what is left for me to do? I have. My name is Justin Cooper and I have a vision. My vision is the only path that we should all follow. I represent a group; I represent my society, The High Society. This group allows people to get the best out of life and those who question it are nonbelievers. We at The High Society have seen much success through our members because we are strong, powerful, even a little forceful but we get the job done. Nothing has ever held us back and it never will. People like to question what they are taught but in this group you never question the teachings. In this society people do what they are told. While in some cases it helps to speak out, in this society you shut it when it comes to leaders. The rules of the society are simple, join us and great things will happen.
~Cooper extends his hand and in comes a small child to the scene.
Justin Cooper: This little boy once was like you people watching this. He was a nonbeliever just like you all. He once rode his bike down to the park and played with all the revolting children that would run around outside to. This little boy was once just like you. If you saw this boy today in the street you may not know he was one of us. However should you take a second look you will notice that this boy does not share the same innocence that the children of this world share. His eyes show no fear of the outside world because he knows that he is protected by powers greater then you can understand. When he walks out onto the streets today this little boy can preach to the world about us, he can live a life that will bring him countless things. This little boy, of age nine, is already living a better life then you people. This boy is living the life of a real man, he is living the ways of The High Society, and he is living the life just like Justin Cooper.
~The boy tilts his head back and raises his right fist into the air as a symbol of the unity the group has between its members.
Justin Cooper: I once walked among the mindless that claim to be the intelligent. I once shared the world with those who were incapable of success but claimed to be successful. At one time I competed against men who claimed to have talent but was nothing more than over payed stunt men. The path you take to reach this point is different for everyone but it ends in the same play, liberty. The High Society saved me from the grip of despair during my career in music. While I was tempted with drugs and alcoholic drinks I needed something to help. Finally it came in the form of a group. I was lifted up from the music world and saved by wonderful people who saw the true talent inside Justin Cooper. It was clear to them that I was the next man to lead this group in its purification of the world. I was seen as the next in line to bring The High Society to a national level and make the facts clear. I was selected to bring light to the issues that people like Jack Skinner are unable to see. Through my music I spoke of the legends that helped me. The world that I was talking about singers but I was talking about the group that saved my life. The ignorance was shining through the mask that these people wore; they would never be able to see what The High Society could do for them. The waiting is over. Today marks the beginning of the rise of The High Society. As I stand here today, as God as my witness, I promise that The High Society will purify everything that needs it. The High Society will make the right sacrifices when the time comes. I spoke of a remix and once again the people failed to hear my message. Not only is the remix about me but it is also about The High Society.
~Slowly Justin drops to his knees just as the boy has done. Together they kneel together while Justin continues.
Justin Cooper: This world needs us more than ever with the troubles all around the world. Nothing bigger than the troubles here in WZCW. The foundation of the virus that is the nonbelievers starts right here. People like S.H.I.T who are so controlled by the forces around them fail to see what is really going on. A man that believes he is a robot shows how little power he has to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This man is the prime example of what is wrong with the society that the population is forced to undergo. I can speak truly when I say not one member of The High Society has ever been sick in their life since joining us. We are protected from every single disease known to us.
~Cooper raises his hands to single the candles to be lit. It is a wonderful sight with over 50 candles lit around the room. The small boy has stayed in the same position the entire time and for this Justin gives him a slight pat on the back.
Justin Cooper: The High Society has something superior to everyone. While governments have guns and bombs to protect each other we have something better. We look to an ancient book which speaks of a greater power that will shine down and protect us for the evils that are the human race. The only time I have suffered was when I questioned the teachings and it cost me the Mayhem Championship at Kingdom Come. That will never happen again and thus I shall never lose another match in WZCW. Our society is more advanced than you in every single way. We dont need to use cars made by Americans because we have our own models that need no gas to run. Every year the government ask for our help and every year we give them the same answer, no. The reason behind our motives is simple ladies and gentlemen; if you want our help then you join as. Anyone can join, all you need to do is reach into your soul and find the goodness that you were born with. Come to us and find you enteral peace within yourself forever. I now look to you Jack Skinner. I see talent in you for the future. Why not seek the rewards that come with being side by side with The High Society? You have skills that others wish they had but will only dream about at night. You have the ability to bring forth something inside that is able to conquer everything in your path. You could be one of us that sees the light and brings The High Society to the next level.
~The room lights up to reveal hundreds of men and women all kneeling down before Justin Cooper who has moved to a podium. They all lift their heads up and in unison say We all worship a greater society.
Justin Cooper: These people have taken the next step to making their lives great. They have begun a journey that will bring them inner peace and show the world just how good this society is. We are the right way and until the world accepts it they will suffer at our hands. I have come to represent the society that made me who I am today. I have come to show that we are better then you. The man who stands before you today nonbelievers is Justin Cooper, the 21st leader of the group known as The High Society. So I give one final message to 3 men who happen to see men this week. Firstly Mick, you are pathetic in every way possible. Not once have you impressed me in the slightest and this week I see it as nothing more than a burden. I saw what you had to offer during the triple threat and it honestly made me sick that someone with so little talent would be let into this company. But once again this society shows how weak it is. Any piece of scum can walk in the door before being treated. Mick this week I have no intention of working with you for a moment. The only way I will work with you is if you take a step into the right direction and embrace The High Society as your own. After that, then we can talk.
~At the podium Cooper stares out at his audience of followers who all believe every word he is saying. The large room is packed with supporters who are all wearing black robes with a large X on them.
Justin Cooper: Finally allow me to address both S.H.I.T and Jack Skinner. The both of you have shown the ways of the old society and you both have faults that stem from the old ways. However one thing is certain, you can both be helped by us. Even you S.H.I.T can be pulled from the bottomless pit that is the real world and you can rise to the top through the power of The High Society. Jack Skinner you show skill that can only be fully achieved through the teachings of The High Society. Dont become confused by me tonight boys and girls because I do not expect these men to accept my offer. I expect them to try and defeat me. They fail to see that compared to me everyone is weak both in mind and in physical performance. They will not join us, instead they will attempt to fight us. They think this is just a group. This is more than a basic group ladies and gentleman and I say this to not just the people who will see this airing but to you people who have made the decision to join the path to purification. This is a lifestyle that will guide you through life and beyond. With us you will achieve everything you ever wanted in life and all your dreams will come true. I am the prime example because this week I want to win and because of my role here I shall. As the leader of The High Society no harm will strike me this week, nothing will cause me pain; nobody can hurt me because I believe!
~The entire group starts chanting I believe as Justin Cooper raises his right hand. With hundreds of men, women and children chanting along the scene begins to fade to black.
The Subway!
S.H.I.T walks slowly down the street, it was the same street it had come down the night the deranged Alex Bowen had almost gutted it with a chainsaw attack, the night Sean Cruz won the Mayhem Championship and the night that Big Dave finally won the big one. Most of this was and still is unimportant to S.H.I.T, it would congratulate Dave if it ever saw him, whether it would be truly sincere or whether its polite function had kicked in is up for debate. It was quieter now, Halloween had been and gone and now all the shops and places were preparing for Christmas, it was dark again and most were shut, although there was some activity in the bars and pubs. S.H.I.T attracted very little attention; it’s amazing what humans will simply shrug their shoulders at.
Stopping next to a bin it saw something that stirred its memory banks.
Whiskey. . . Spelt W.H.I.S.K.E.Y! The disgusting homeless man asked for this.
The bottle was empty of course, being next to a bin, but the man had only asked for a bottle of whiskey (spelt w.h.i.s.k.e.y) and had mentioned nothing of it being full or not. S.H.I.T stooped to pick it up, a lucky find so close to its destination.
It carried on along the path, turning the corner and heading down the subway steps again, while it was dark out it was still a lot earlier in the day than the last time it had come down here, the lights were still on and a few people were awaiting trains, it still stunk of stale urine and oddly not so stale urine, S.H.I.T headed down to the platform. As it paced up to the pillars it noticed that the bundle was gone, looking up and down to see if the man had moved it occurred to the robot that it was probably too early for the homeless to move in, it itself was attracting some strange looks from people, after a moment of what could have been contemplation among ordinary humans S.H.I.T put the whiskey bottle down next to the pillar.
New destination; S.H.I.T storage box. S.H.I.T Unit 1 will leave the whiskey, spelt W.H.I.S.K.E.Y here for the disgusting unfunny homeless man.
The robot turns and heads for the exit.
“He’ll appreciate that,” said an amused sounding voice out of nowhere. S.H.I.T looked right and left, before it noticed that the voice came from a man sitting on a bench almost right next to where it had left the whiskey bottle.
S.H.I.T did not see you there human. It could have been a trace of annoyance in its voice, not a lot escaped S.H.I.T, generally it saw things such as people, but this was the second time, in this strange train station no less, that it had failed to notice a person that was literally right in front of it. Thank you for your comments, S.H.I.T will vacate the premises.
The robot went to leave again but the voice cut it off.
“Going back to your box? Shame. Thought you would have learned by now that life isn’t all boxes and wrestling matches.” He said, he was a young looking man, in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he had a huge handle bar moustache and a mass of brown hair that look like it must’ve taken a day to style. Still, there was something familiar about him.
S.H.I.T does not live badly dressed but immaculately hair styled human, S.H.I.T must return to the confines of WZCW, it has a match against Justin Cooper and Mick Overlast, where it will be teaming with the skinny writer known as Jack Skinner. Former enemies now allies. It raises its fist slowly into the air. Shall team up to take down the EVIL! that stand against them!
“You've been talking to Toyota havent you?” Said the man standing up, he walks over to S.H.I.T and puts his hand on what should be its shoulder. “Still, that match isnt for a couple of days yet is it?”
Negative! S.H.I.T lowers its arm, its hand still clenched into a fist by its side.
“Right, so how about we go and let off some steam, like Neville told you too?”
What is Neville?
The man puts his arm around S.H.I.T’s shoulders and starts to guide it towards the stairs of the subway. “The old homeless guy who you bought the whiskey (spelt w.h.i.s.k.e.y) for.”
You know of him and our interaction?
“Oh yes indeet!” Said the man “We are old friends, he told me to wait for you here and show you a good time. It's okay, you can come back here again anytime. . . Someone will be here to meet you.”
Then S.H.I.T will accompany you.
“Good” said the man with a sly smile “I know just the place.”
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The Golden Rod!
The robot looks wildly out of place on the dance floor, surrounded by muscular gyrating figures with moustaches that would make Tom Selleck and Nigel Mansell proud. It has been left almost directly in the centre of the dance floor, in an area that must’ve felt like walking into a lung, if lungs are full of pounding techno music, disco lights and men wearing chaps, chains and leather.
Strange that in an environment such as this S.H.I.T was attracting an awful lot of attention, as opposed to an ordinary city street where it was largely ignored. At this point while standing completely still it was surrounded by at least 8 of “The Golden Rod’s” usual punters, two of which were openly admiring its bodywork.
It was at this point that the strange man who had brought S.H.I.T to this place reappeared with the promised drinks, taking S.H.I.T by the arm he leads it away from all the activity over to a table and places the drinks on it, before taking a seat himself. He indicates S.H.I.T should do the same but the robot doesn’t seem to understand the gesture and remains still.
“So how are you finding it here?”
Very strange human!
“WHAT?” The music was very loud.
VERY STRANGE HUMAN! Replied the robot. S.H.I.T notices a lack of females in this place! Is this for males to let their hair down in an environment away from female control and worries.
“Yes that’s exactly what it is” said the man amused, he gets up and stands next to S.H.I.T in order to hear each other better “I took you here because I don’t think your ready for girls just yet, one thing at a time eh?”
This is how S.H.I.T always operates.
“I figured, tell me, how did that prank on Ty Burna go?”
S.H.I.T could not find his place of residence, so S.H.I.T retired to its box and awaited its match with Internet Warrior.
“That’s a shame” he takes a sip from his drink and notices S.H.I.T looking “here, have some of yours, it’s a rum and coke”
S.H.I.T’s memory banks stir again, something about alcohol.S.H.I.T cannot drink alcohol human.
The man laughs. “This stuff isn’t as potent as that whiskey you drank, you wont end up flat on your back this time. Trust me” S.H.I.T takes the glass and up ends it onto its face, most of it runs off the front of its headgear but some seeps through. “That’s good, trust is good. Do you trust Jack Skinner?”
Negative!
“Why is that?”
He is an egomaniac; Intent only on furthering his own career, Jack Skinner would not hesitate to dismantle S.H.I.T in order to do this.
The man downs his drink. “Probably true” he replied “but you see, its only for one night, two men might never be friends, but you both have a common cause, last week you beat Internet Warrior, that’s not unimpressive, you want to continue your winning ways.”
S.H.I.T is built to compete, that is all.
“Yes but, the more wins, the more competition, you see?” He glances over to the bar “and Jack Skinner, well, as you said, he wants to further his own career, a win will help do that. You see, common cause.” He sets his empty glass down on the table. “These two guys your up against, they’re both young and hungry”
Perhaps they should seek better nourishment.
The man chuckles “Right, yeah, but they probably don’t like each other anymore than you or Jack Skinner.”
S.H.I.T has no ill feeling or otherwise toward Jack Skinner.
“But you cant be sure that they’ll implode” he continues, ignoring S.H.I.T. “They’ve got as much to gain, if not more than you two, so you’ve got to work together. Trust him from bell to bell, afterwards, if it takes your fancy, chop his damn brains out.”
S.H.I.T only commits violent acts while match mode is iniated.
“Well” said the man, still eyeing up the bar. “That could seriously work against you one day, and now, I am going to get some more drinks, you, go to the dance floor, have a dance, have fun like Neville told you.” He heads towards the bar.
S.H.I.T stands still for a moment, then moves slowly off to the dance floor, the mass of muscle moves out of its way as they recognise the strange man in the robot costume again, it takes its place in the centre of the dance floor and observes the people around it.
After a while it starts to try and imitate their movements, slowly at first, its frame rocking from side to side, then it attempts a pelvic thrust, this seems to go down well with its cheering audience, so it does another one, this time the people cheer louder, S.H.I.T starts to get into the full swing of it when it is approached by another figure.
You are a female!
“Why thank you for saying so darling” said the woman in an unusually deep voice, she begins to dance with the robot. “Just what have you come as?”
S.H.I.T has come as itself. . . Said the robot, still thrusting in the direction of its new companion.
She laughs “S.H.I.T?” she turns around and starts grinding on the robot. “Your that wrestling machine from WZCW right?”
Affirmative!
“You look much more muscular in person” she feels his arms.
S.H.I.T does not have muscle, it is a very detailed assembly of mechanics.
“Well, that detailed assembly looked very impressive last week” She laughed and then winks. “You can body slam me anytime.”
INITIATE MATCH MODE!
S.H.I.T grabs the lady by the arm and spins her around, one hand on her shoulder and the other arm in the necessary position to perform this move, it quickly scoops her upside down as she screams in protest and drops her on the dance floor. Suddenly the place that was once full of vibrant life was as silent as a library, the people that were once cheering were staring in shock at the robot and the person sprawled out on the floor in front of it. S.H.I.T was aware of someone grabbing its arm and turned to see the man from train station back from the bar, he tried to pull S.H.I.T out of the crowd but S.H.I.T stood still as a rock.
“Ouch” came a voice from near its feet, sounding a lot more masculine than it did before. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind.” She said laughing. “Help me up will you?” S.H.I.T reaches down and offers a hand, it pulls the woman to her feet and she claps him on the shoulder. “Good arms” she said and there was a slight murmer of laughter, S.H.I.T looks over to the man from the train station to see a look of disbelief on his face. “I feel sorry for whoever your against next week” she said to more laughter.
As quickly as it had stopped the club burst into life again, although the train station man wouldn’t let the robot on the dance floor anymore, instead downing his drink and dragging S.H.I.T straight to the exit. They push through the main doors outside into the night, there is a large crowd of people outside and moving past, some are reporters. S.H.I.T and the other man force their way through them causing a lot of commotion and speed away from the club. One of the reporters shouts louder than the rest.
"Mr Skinner. Was that your tag team partner for next week that just came out of "The Golden Rod?" She asked. Jack Skinner on his way home from the gym turns to face the woman and looks to where she is pointing, two figures are hurrying off into the distance, one is moving oddly and could be a bit lumpy, he looks again to the club that they had just came out of.
"I. . . I dont know." He replied uncertainly.
S.H.I.T walks slowly down the street, it was the same street it had come down the night the deranged Alex Bowen had almost gutted it with a chainsaw attack, the night Sean Cruz won the Mayhem Championship and the night that Big Dave finally won the big one. Most of this was and still is unimportant to S.H.I.T, it would congratulate Dave if it ever saw him, whether it would be truly sincere or whether its polite function had kicked in is up for debate. It was quieter now, Halloween had been and gone and now all the shops and places were preparing for Christmas, it was dark again and most were shut, although there was some activity in the bars and pubs. S.H.I.T attracted very little attention; it’s amazing what humans will simply shrug their shoulders at.
Stopping next to a bin it saw something that stirred its memory banks.
Whiskey. . . Spelt W.H.I.S.K.E.Y! The disgusting homeless man asked for this.
The bottle was empty of course, being next to a bin, but the man had only asked for a bottle of whiskey (spelt w.h.i.s.k.e.y) and had mentioned nothing of it being full or not. S.H.I.T stooped to pick it up, a lucky find so close to its destination.
It carried on along the path, turning the corner and heading down the subway steps again, while it was dark out it was still a lot earlier in the day than the last time it had come down here, the lights were still on and a few people were awaiting trains, it still stunk of stale urine and oddly not so stale urine, S.H.I.T headed down to the platform. As it paced up to the pillars it noticed that the bundle was gone, looking up and down to see if the man had moved it occurred to the robot that it was probably too early for the homeless to move in, it itself was attracting some strange looks from people, after a moment of what could have been contemplation among ordinary humans S.H.I.T put the whiskey bottle down next to the pillar.
New destination; S.H.I.T storage box. S.H.I.T Unit 1 will leave the whiskey, spelt W.H.I.S.K.E.Y here for the disgusting unfunny homeless man.
The robot turns and heads for the exit.
“He’ll appreciate that,” said an amused sounding voice out of nowhere. S.H.I.T looked right and left, before it noticed that the voice came from a man sitting on a bench almost right next to where it had left the whiskey bottle.
S.H.I.T did not see you there human. It could have been a trace of annoyance in its voice, not a lot escaped S.H.I.T, generally it saw things such as people, but this was the second time, in this strange train station no less, that it had failed to notice a person that was literally right in front of it. Thank you for your comments, S.H.I.T will vacate the premises.
The robot went to leave again but the voice cut it off.
“Going back to your box? Shame. Thought you would have learned by now that life isn’t all boxes and wrestling matches.” He said, he was a young looking man, in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he had a huge handle bar moustache and a mass of brown hair that look like it must’ve taken a day to style. Still, there was something familiar about him.
S.H.I.T does not live badly dressed but immaculately hair styled human, S.H.I.T must return to the confines of WZCW, it has a match against Justin Cooper and Mick Overlast, where it will be teaming with the skinny writer known as Jack Skinner. Former enemies now allies. It raises its fist slowly into the air. Shall team up to take down the EVIL! that stand against them!
“You've been talking to Toyota havent you?” Said the man standing up, he walks over to S.H.I.T and puts his hand on what should be its shoulder. “Still, that match isnt for a couple of days yet is it?”
Negative! S.H.I.T lowers its arm, its hand still clenched into a fist by its side.
“Right, so how about we go and let off some steam, like Neville told you too?”
What is Neville?
The man puts his arm around S.H.I.T’s shoulders and starts to guide it towards the stairs of the subway. “The old homeless guy who you bought the whiskey (spelt w.h.i.s.k.e.y) for.”
You know of him and our interaction?
“Oh yes indeet!” Said the man “We are old friends, he told me to wait for you here and show you a good time. It's okay, you can come back here again anytime. . . Someone will be here to meet you.”
Then S.H.I.T will accompany you.
“Good” said the man with a sly smile “I know just the place.”
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The Golden Rod!
The robot looks wildly out of place on the dance floor, surrounded by muscular gyrating figures with moustaches that would make Tom Selleck and Nigel Mansell proud. It has been left almost directly in the centre of the dance floor, in an area that must’ve felt like walking into a lung, if lungs are full of pounding techno music, disco lights and men wearing chaps, chains and leather.
Strange that in an environment such as this S.H.I.T was attracting an awful lot of attention, as opposed to an ordinary city street where it was largely ignored. At this point while standing completely still it was surrounded by at least 8 of “The Golden Rod’s” usual punters, two of which were openly admiring its bodywork.
It was at this point that the strange man who had brought S.H.I.T to this place reappeared with the promised drinks, taking S.H.I.T by the arm he leads it away from all the activity over to a table and places the drinks on it, before taking a seat himself. He indicates S.H.I.T should do the same but the robot doesn’t seem to understand the gesture and remains still.
“So how are you finding it here?”
Very strange human!
“WHAT?” The music was very loud.
VERY STRANGE HUMAN! Replied the robot. S.H.I.T notices a lack of females in this place! Is this for males to let their hair down in an environment away from female control and worries.
“Yes that’s exactly what it is” said the man amused, he gets up and stands next to S.H.I.T in order to hear each other better “I took you here because I don’t think your ready for girls just yet, one thing at a time eh?”
This is how S.H.I.T always operates.
“I figured, tell me, how did that prank on Ty Burna go?”
S.H.I.T could not find his place of residence, so S.H.I.T retired to its box and awaited its match with Internet Warrior.
“That’s a shame” he takes a sip from his drink and notices S.H.I.T looking “here, have some of yours, it’s a rum and coke”
S.H.I.T’s memory banks stir again, something about alcohol.S.H.I.T cannot drink alcohol human.
The man laughs. “This stuff isn’t as potent as that whiskey you drank, you wont end up flat on your back this time. Trust me” S.H.I.T takes the glass and up ends it onto its face, most of it runs off the front of its headgear but some seeps through. “That’s good, trust is good. Do you trust Jack Skinner?”
Negative!
“Why is that?”
He is an egomaniac; Intent only on furthering his own career, Jack Skinner would not hesitate to dismantle S.H.I.T in order to do this.
The man downs his drink. “Probably true” he replied “but you see, its only for one night, two men might never be friends, but you both have a common cause, last week you beat Internet Warrior, that’s not unimpressive, you want to continue your winning ways.”
S.H.I.T is built to compete, that is all.
“Yes but, the more wins, the more competition, you see?” He glances over to the bar “and Jack Skinner, well, as you said, he wants to further his own career, a win will help do that. You see, common cause.” He sets his empty glass down on the table. “These two guys your up against, they’re both young and hungry”
Perhaps they should seek better nourishment.
The man chuckles “Right, yeah, but they probably don’t like each other anymore than you or Jack Skinner.”
S.H.I.T has no ill feeling or otherwise toward Jack Skinner.
“But you cant be sure that they’ll implode” he continues, ignoring S.H.I.T. “They’ve got as much to gain, if not more than you two, so you’ve got to work together. Trust him from bell to bell, afterwards, if it takes your fancy, chop his damn brains out.”
S.H.I.T only commits violent acts while match mode is iniated.
“Well” said the man, still eyeing up the bar. “That could seriously work against you one day, and now, I am going to get some more drinks, you, go to the dance floor, have a dance, have fun like Neville told you.” He heads towards the bar.
S.H.I.T stands still for a moment, then moves slowly off to the dance floor, the mass of muscle moves out of its way as they recognise the strange man in the robot costume again, it takes its place in the centre of the dance floor and observes the people around it.
After a while it starts to try and imitate their movements, slowly at first, its frame rocking from side to side, then it attempts a pelvic thrust, this seems to go down well with its cheering audience, so it does another one, this time the people cheer louder, S.H.I.T starts to get into the full swing of it when it is approached by another figure.
You are a female!
“Why thank you for saying so darling” said the woman in an unusually deep voice, she begins to dance with the robot. “Just what have you come as?”
S.H.I.T has come as itself. . . Said the robot, still thrusting in the direction of its new companion.
She laughs “S.H.I.T?” she turns around and starts grinding on the robot. “Your that wrestling machine from WZCW right?”
Affirmative!
“You look much more muscular in person” she feels his arms.
S.H.I.T does not have muscle, it is a very detailed assembly of mechanics.
“Well, that detailed assembly looked very impressive last week” She laughed and then winks. “You can body slam me anytime.”
INITIATE MATCH MODE!
S.H.I.T grabs the lady by the arm and spins her around, one hand on her shoulder and the other arm in the necessary position to perform this move, it quickly scoops her upside down as she screams in protest and drops her on the dance floor. Suddenly the place that was once full of vibrant life was as silent as a library, the people that were once cheering were staring in shock at the robot and the person sprawled out on the floor in front of it. S.H.I.T was aware of someone grabbing its arm and turned to see the man from train station back from the bar, he tried to pull S.H.I.T out of the crowd but S.H.I.T stood still as a rock.
“Ouch” came a voice from near its feet, sounding a lot more masculine than it did before. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind.” She said laughing. “Help me up will you?” S.H.I.T reaches down and offers a hand, it pulls the woman to her feet and she claps him on the shoulder. “Good arms” she said and there was a slight murmer of laughter, S.H.I.T looks over to the man from the train station to see a look of disbelief on his face. “I feel sorry for whoever your against next week” she said to more laughter.
As quickly as it had stopped the club burst into life again, although the train station man wouldn’t let the robot on the dance floor anymore, instead downing his drink and dragging S.H.I.T straight to the exit. They push through the main doors outside into the night, there is a large crowd of people outside and moving past, some are reporters. S.H.I.T and the other man force their way through them causing a lot of commotion and speed away from the club. One of the reporters shouts louder than the rest.
"Mr Skinner. Was that your tag team partner for next week that just came out of "The Golden Rod?" She asked. Jack Skinner on his way home from the gym turns to face the woman and looks to where she is pointing, two figures are hurrying off into the distance, one is moving oddly and could be a bit lumpy, he looks again to the club that they had just came out of.
"I. . . I dont know." He replied uncertainly.
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