“Take a seat in the car, Mark.” Justin said.
“I shouldn’t be more than an hour. Find some ice for that. It’ll stop the swelling. Nasty stuff. Accidents do happen though. Unfortunate but hopefully you’ll learn for next time, brother.”
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Remarkable Mark Keaton watched Justin Cooper walk towards the building, his face still stung where the World Champion struck him. He was a mask of confusion as he turned around and walked across the street. The V.I staff driver completely ignored him as a newspaper dominated the driver’s side window.
Brother? My brother is not acting like his old self. What the hell is going on with him? Mark thought as he walked down the dark streets. The trees on the left side hung over and made the sidewalk even darker, and scary. The soft wind moved the branches and caused the street lights to move in ghostly shapes in his path. Mark’s brisk pace created a good distance from the rental car behind him. He shook his head and rubbed his cheek again.
Why didn’t I punch him in the face? It’s what I WANTED to do! Anyone else and they’d get it, that’s for sure. There’s something different about him now, I can see it in his eyes. Could it be the pressure of the Heavyweight Title doing this to him? Ya, that’s gotta be IT man! Too much pressure from being at the top of the company.
An orange cat meowed really loud and ran across his path. He didn’t flinch and kept on walking, he was still lost in thought as watched a row of businesses in the distance get closer and the street becoming lighter from the glow of the halogen signs and window displays.
“Hey mista,” A homeless man piped up as Mark walked past,
“you got a dollar?”
Mark kept walking.
He totally knows this is the most important match of my life, right? I’m taking on Matt Tastic, probably the most decorated wrestler in the history of the company. I’m still a rookie in his eyes, he’s barely FLINCHED at my tactics the last two weeks! The RMK WORLD TOUR was designed to get in his head and THAT didn’t even work! I don’t even wanna know what Mr. Banks paid for that segment. I’m going to have to dig deep at Gold Rush and really get a dirty victory over this guy. I have to! There’s no other ending to this story.
“I said,” The homeless man returned from behind Mark and spun him around by his arm,
“you got a dollar?!” He raised his dirty fist but Mark easily dodged it, the homeless man stumbled and fell right into a garbage can nearby, the can fell over and rolled out to the street, it turned and rolled quickly down the hill while the man screamed inside.
But COOPER, I have to find out what’s going on with him. Maybe Mr. Banks has some kind of contractual hostage thing going on with him and he has to act like an asshole all the time. I wish I woulda paid more attention when Xander was explaining that stuff in the hallway outside Mr.Bank’s office. That shit bores me though. Mark could hear the distant clang from the garbage can stopping on something solid, followed by a loud, angry bark of pain from the aggressive homeless man.
He continued his brisk walk towards the business’s and the smell of fried food hit his nostrils.
This was supposed to be our second grand adventure for The Cooper and Keaton Gang - now with more Xander. But it’s not what I was expecting this time. Cooper seems to be wrapped up with this Legacy thing like he’s been hypnotized. Dammit, if I had my say, I’d be in his corner every match so he could GET that legacy goal. I’d make sure he never lost that title.
It’s what Cooper said….
“Oh, I know. You won’t be around to screw up. I don’t want you, Xander or Andrew anywhere near my match tomorrow. Get out of the freaking building for all I care. Just stay the hell away from me. You lot will prove your worth to me by winning your matches before I let you anywhere near me while I’m defending the World Championship. Got it?”
That’s what really got on my nerves, dude. We used to joke about him winning the world title and pushing everyone away. This is supposed to be a brotherhood. This is really pissing me off.
Mark angrily pushed his way into the closest business on the street. He stomped up to a well polished bar and sat on the bar stool. The place was jumping and he could hear a heavy bass thumping from the huge speakers set up near a stage in the back. He raised his finger to the bartender and he was serviced quickly. He ordered a beer and got it promptly. He turned the cold beer in his hand and started to peel the label off as his wheels spun more.
I’m to blame for his shitty attitude lately, that HAS to be it! I haven’t done SHIT this season worth noting, it’s time to change all that at Gold Rush, it’s time to take out Matt Tastic like I took out that fat Stormrage.
"This guy is KILLING me tonight! He's friggin horrible! Every song he has to announce that he's - MR. 305, MR WORLDWIDE- then he does that annoying oooh noise. I can't take it anymore."
Mark nodded and watched the owner/bartender pour a few shots for a group of young women.
"I dabble in Rock and Roll dude. Let me run a set for you." Mark winked and stood up from the bar, he ran his hand through his blonde hair and lit a smoke as he walked through the booing crowds to the stage.
He jumped on the stage and grabbed the mic off of the short singer.
"
Hit the bricks kid, time for the man to entertain the masses." Mark towered over Pitbull, the singer was intimidated and made his exit.
"I dedicate this first song to Matt Tastic....HIT IT....!!"
"Are we having fun now?!!" Mark screamed into the microphone, his shirt and jacket long gone and his body covered in sweat, the crowd cheered enthusiastically.
"Good! But before I continue, I just want to say a few things. You might not know me, but my name is Remarkable Mark Keaton. I'm a rock and roller from Canada and a wrestler in WZCW. Coming up at the next PPV I'm taking on the legendary Matt Tastic in a one on one match. The winner advances to the KFAD match for the briefcase that I could cash in for a chance at any title in the company. In the last PPV, I completely destroyed Matt Tastic's really fat friend, Mikey Stormrage. This big, Taco Bell eating son of a bitch. Matt Tastic wasn't happy about that so he's vowing revenge on me. Now that gives me the chance to kill the Live Mas team on my own. When Tastic is in a body cast, laying in a hospital bed next to his broken friend Stormrage, the PARTY will start for Vis Imperium!! Then, when I win the KFAD briefcase...I'm going to target the ONE title that has eluded Vis Imperium. The one title that has been held by the same wrestler for nearly 600 days. The one title that will be around MY waist when I cash in the briefcase! I don't give five shits who has the title when this happens! Now...on to the next song....."
Mark banged his head as
Runnin with the Devil started up. He started singing and working the stage, the crowd was getting more and more into it as they danced and roared. But deep inside Mark's head, he couldn't stop thinking about his upcoming battle at Gold Rush.
I can picture it now, Gold Rush is in full swing, it's time for Remarkable Mark Keaton vs Matt Tastic......
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...oh what's his name again? Harrys has to look at a piece of paper, he clears his throat then continues....
he's probably going to lose anyway...Natt Tastic...sorry about your entrance music, we lost the C.D...
Natt Tastic walks out on the stage with no music or video on the Titantron. The fans are completely quiet. He walks to the ring and an old woman jumps up and loudly tells him that he sucks. Natt takes a drink of soda and enters the ring. Referee Akiyama is highly suspicious of Natt and starts aggressively checking him for foreign objects.
Harrys: And his opponent, he's from Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at 263 pounds, the two time tag team champion, the rookie of the Year, the man with the best biceps in WZCW, the overly sexual, rock n roll god and my favorite wrestler on the entire planet....REEEEMARKABLEEEEEEEEE MAAAAAAARK KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETON!!!!!!!! KEATON!!!!!!!
Fireworks explode all around the tron and stage, the fans go nuts and immediately start an RMK chant. The fireworks continue to explode all over the stage....
5 minutes later....
The fireworks come to an end and Dire Straights are lowered from the ceiling with flames shooting out from the stage they're standing on, they are blaring out Money for Nothing live. The fans are going crazy as the band lands just off to one side of the center stage.
BOOOOM!!!
The entire tron wall crumbles to the ground as a giant, metallic T-Rex crashes through it. The giant Transformer-looking monstrosity let's out a primal roar and rears back it's head, it let's out a huge wave of fire towards the stage, a big mushroom cloud explosion erupts were the fire landed. Remarkable Mark Keaton emerged from the explosion wearing his leather jacket and pants, but with LED lightning all over it. Mark unstraps his electric guitar from his back and plays along to his entrance music. The ramp to the ring is now covered in thousands of thrown panties, making it impossible to traverse. Mark points his electric guitar at the ramp and a huge comet shoots from the end and creates a flaming path. He slams his guitar into the stage and a huge lightning bolt carries him down the ramp to the ring. He does a front flip and lands in the middle of the ring.
Copeland: Here he is Jack, easily the best wrestler in WZCW today. Remarkable Mark Keaton. This should be an easy match for him.
Cohen: You got that right Seabass! Mark should win this under a minute! I just saved 10 percent by switching to Geiko!
The bell rings and Natt runs towards Mark, but remarkable as he is, he just holds his hand up. Natt stops as Mark shouts to the fans that he loves them. The crowds explode and confetti fills the ring. Natt tries to rally the fans but gets a paper cup off of the head. Mark hits him with a jab, Natt does a backflip and falls over the top ropes. Mark flexes in the ring. Akiyama quickly runs over and warns Mark to put away his dangerous weapons, but realizes it is just his amazing muscles.
PLEASE FLEX YOUR AWESOME BODY MORE BECAUSE WE LOVE IT!!
PLEASE FLEX YOUR AWESOME BODY MORE BECAUSE WE LOVE IT!!
Natt slowly crawls in the ring. Mark gives him an eye rake and Natt is busted wide open. He uses one hand and performs The Voltron Suplex with no effort.
1....
2....
3!!!
Harrys: The winner of this match, omg I love you sooooo much....MAAAAARK KEEEEEEEEEATOOON!!!
The ring filled with screaming fans as they carry Mark around in celebration. RMK stole the show at Gold Rush single handedly.
I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it's gonna go down...
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15 minutes later........
Mark walked out of the business light and into the darkness again, the tree cover seemed worse on the way back somehow. He could barely see the sidewalk in front of him, the street lights barely piercing through the branches.
This is where I’m going to have to go against Matt Tastic, I’m going get evil on this bastard. I can’t worry about Cooper when we’re so close to the show. I’m going to rip at his face, make him bleed then break his damn back on the ring apron just like his fat friend at the last PPV. That slimy, ugly, good for nothing bastard Tastic won't do a damn thing against Mr. Pay Per View! Ha! He will lay broken and beaten, he will beg at the feet of Remarkable Mark Keaton!!!
Mark did a fist pump as he crossed the street, he had a new focus and his face didn’t sting anymore. He snuck by the V.I employee trying to wedge a garbage can out from under his bumper, he jumped in the backseat. He watched Justin Cooper strutting along, done of his business and a big, shit eating grin on his face....
Maybe everything is alright…….
