Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
Deadline is Monday, Novembers 14th, 11:59PM CST. Extensions available upon request.
Meltdown 135: The Hollow Ones vs. Matt Tastic & Flex Mussel
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Deadline is Monday, Novembers 14th, 11:59PM CST. Extensions available upon request.
Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
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Thriller Ant
Beep Bop Boop
Phoenix couldnt help but feel like hed made an error.
The Lethal Lottery itself went well enough. He and Tyrone finally revealed themselves as the Hollow Ones and left carnage in their wake. It was the most alive Phoenix had felt in years. It didnt even matter that his outcome wasnt notable. On arguably WZCWs second biggest stage, the Hollow Ones showed that they cannot and will not be ignored.
It was exactly what he had hoped for when his phone rang a few months back. He was promised a change to get closure in WZCW. Freedom from the pressure of the typical expectations of a competitor in the company. It was a chance to show up and just cause destruction and chaos. The fact that he would work with the former Ty Burna, a man with which he never crossed paths, was just icing on the cake. He cleaned himself up and went back to the gym. For most it is a cliché, but in this case, Phoenix truly got into the best shape of his life.
So why was he feeling like he made a mistake?
Its because the three of them werent sitting in a room strategizing. Instead, Phoenix found himself in the back seat of a blacked out Cadillac, en route to a massive party hosted by Tyrone. Rather than immersing themselves in plans for who to attached and how best to destroy WZCW, they would be surrounded by women and alcohol. Phoenix didnt come back to WZCW to get back into the public eye. He was newly sober, and the women and parties lifestyle hadnt interested him in many years.
So here he sat, wondering if he needed to cut his losses and disappear once more. This would be the third time he left for good, but this time felt different. He could have the driver turn around and go back to the apartment. From there, he could make the walk to the liquor store he made so many times in the past couple of years. He could buy enough alcohol to go one last epic bender. There would be no more disappointment, no more false hope, no more WZCW. It would all be so easy.
But still
Despite everything in his life telling him to be the opposite, Phoenix is an optimist. For some reason, deep inside, he always believes things will turn out well for him. Thats why the car wont turn around and Phoenix will sit at the party, regardless of how much hell hate it. Attending a party rather than a planning session is a small price to pay for what the Hollow Ones can be. It's not worth throwing a way for leaving a scar on WZCW that will never be erased.
Tyrone Blades promised Phoenix a chance at revenge, and at the Lethal Lottery, he got a small taste of it. And maybe that was Tyrones plan all along. An addict always needs his next fix.
The Lethal Lottery itself went well enough. He and Tyrone finally revealed themselves as the Hollow Ones and left carnage in their wake. It was the most alive Phoenix had felt in years. It didnt even matter that his outcome wasnt notable. On arguably WZCWs second biggest stage, the Hollow Ones showed that they cannot and will not be ignored.
It was exactly what he had hoped for when his phone rang a few months back. He was promised a change to get closure in WZCW. Freedom from the pressure of the typical expectations of a competitor in the company. It was a chance to show up and just cause destruction and chaos. The fact that he would work with the former Ty Burna, a man with which he never crossed paths, was just icing on the cake. He cleaned himself up and went back to the gym. For most it is a cliché, but in this case, Phoenix truly got into the best shape of his life.
So why was he feeling like he made a mistake?
Its because the three of them werent sitting in a room strategizing. Instead, Phoenix found himself in the back seat of a blacked out Cadillac, en route to a massive party hosted by Tyrone. Rather than immersing themselves in plans for who to attached and how best to destroy WZCW, they would be surrounded by women and alcohol. Phoenix didnt come back to WZCW to get back into the public eye. He was newly sober, and the women and parties lifestyle hadnt interested him in many years.
So here he sat, wondering if he needed to cut his losses and disappear once more. This would be the third time he left for good, but this time felt different. He could have the driver turn around and go back to the apartment. From there, he could make the walk to the liquor store he made so many times in the past couple of years. He could buy enough alcohol to go one last epic bender. There would be no more disappointment, no more false hope, no more WZCW. It would all be so easy.
But still
Despite everything in his life telling him to be the opposite, Phoenix is an optimist. For some reason, deep inside, he always believes things will turn out well for him. Thats why the car wont turn around and Phoenix will sit at the party, regardless of how much hell hate it. Attending a party rather than a planning session is a small price to pay for what the Hollow Ones can be. It's not worth throwing a way for leaving a scar on WZCW that will never be erased.
Tyrone Blades promised Phoenix a chance at revenge, and at the Lethal Lottery, he got a small taste of it. And maybe that was Tyrones plan all along. An addict always needs his next fix.
Ty Burna
Getting Noticed By Management
Tyrone: We showed our faces to our enemies finally. After all, at least they will know who is gutting them one by one. The message had been sent, Meltdown is the final deadline after so many delays. The whole world would know who the real Kenneth Banks was, whether he gives in to our demands and proves his cowardice, or we reveal the liar that he is. But that's a few days away, and for now...
Mr. Jones: Ayo Tyrone, shut the fuck up and let me get my drink on homie!
The scene opens to a raucous party up in a penthouse suite overlooking the Vegas skyline. Three Jacuzzi tubs dot parts of the floor, while women all dressed in skimpy bikinis wander in and out of the Jacuzzis. The bass is heavy as music blares throughout the room. The bar in the center of the room is stocked with nearly every type of alcohol, almost like it was stolen from a vault. The lights dimmed low, with multi colored lasers and spotlights flickering throughout. Tyrone stands in the center next to the bar, a pair of jeans and only an ornate robe around his shoulder, untied showing off his physique while a heavy silver chain hangs from his neck. He turns towards one of the Jacuzzi's, shaking his head while Mr. Jones puffs heavily on his cigar between long draws from a bottle of champagne. He wraps his arms around 4 girls in the tub with him, a wide grin on his face.
Mr. Jones: Now this is the god damn life. Why ain't we doing this more often?
Tyrone: Because you'd spend all our god damn money Jones.
Mr. Jones cracks up laughing as the girls giggle, their eyes wandering up at Tyrone's body, flirtatious smiles from all four. Tyrone returns their smile as he uncorks a bottle of his own and takes a long drink.
Mr. Jones: Ain't that the damn truth son. Good thing I let you take care of the money. Speaking of when's my check coming through.
Tyrone: Check your bank account, it's been there for two days already.
Mr. Jones: Well never mind, drinks on me tonight ladies!
Tyrone shakes his head as he looks around the party. It was clear Mr. Jones would be the life of the party tonight, but he knew full well this was not the place for the other Hollow One. True to form he finds Phoenix sitting at a table alone, his head lowered and staring at his hands very intently, as if afraid to even look up at the chicanery going on in front of him. Tyrone walks over and sits across from his brethren, his presence finally pulling the grim looking Phoenix up from his meditative state. Tyrone nods his head as Phoenix returns the motion.
Tyrone: Phoenix, what is on your mind brother?
Phoenix: You know this isn't the best environment for me. I just got sober again Tyrone, and now you surround me with nothing but alcohol. I shouldn't be here!
Phoenix quickly stands up to leave but Tyrone stands faster, reaching out and grabbing Phoenix by the shoulder reassuringly. He pushes him back down into his chair as Phoenix looks towards his ally nervously.
Tyrone: Let me explain something. I know this ain't exactly on the twelve step program, but your presence is a must here tonight.
Phoenix: What are we even celebrating for? We didn't win the Lottery and now we have a huge bounty on our heads for the whole roster to go after. We should be preparing our next move. Taking people out, something Tyrone, but not this!
Tyrone cracks a smile as he takes a drink from his bottle of whiskey before sliding it to the side, leaning down on the table as he folds his hands in front of him. He looks Phoenix dead in the eyes as his voice takes an almost unnerving calmness to it.
Tyrone: This is exactly the night for a celebration Phoenix. Yes we did not win the Lethal Lottery, but we've only shown our first card out of our entire deck. What we hold over Banks is the key to getting everything we want, and if he doesn't give in, we will take what we want. That is the creed of The Hollow Ones. What yours is mine, and what's mine is mine. It's only a matter of time before we put Mikey Stormrage down for good and we control the World Title. So yes, tonight we celebrate the first step in our path to revolution. You see, we are different from all them.
Tyrone suddenly stands as he looks around the room, a look of bliss crossing his eyes as he breathes in the festivities, a wide smile forming on his face as his voice suddenly becomes louder.
Tyrone: We took the name The Hollow Ones not because we are empty in the soul, but because we are enriched by the sins of our past and thus are hollow from the constraints of empathy or satiation. We do not run away or deny what we have done like our enemies! We embrace our faults and make them our strength! So while they cower in fear, or solidify their convictions to face against us, we celebrate our victory that is assured over their own beliefs because ours is the righteous. Ours turns away from the norms of this society, where money rules over everything, and what we want is what we take.
Tyrone walks through the party as suddenly the music quiets down as everyone suddenly turns their attention to legend, his voice calling out for their desires to speak to him. He breathes in deeply as he walks back over to Phoenix, placing his hands on the table as he looks directly at his brethren.
Tyrone: You have taken your addictions and rid yourself of them all Phoenix! A feat truly commendable and one I am proud of helping you achieve. But there is one vice I know you will indulge in.
Tyrone motions to the side and suddenly two women walk up, one blonde with deep blue eyes, her lips coated in candy pink as she smiles to Phoenix, the other a dark haired vixen, her tongue licking along her lips. They both slide up to Phoenix, their hands over The Hollow One as he suddenly puts his arms around them both, a rare smile suddenly forming on his face as he takes in the two beauties feeling all over him. Tyrone grins as he spins in a flourish back to the room, throwing his hands into the air.
Tyrone: Our carnal desires are clear for all of us. The lust of the flesh is stronger than even the most addictive opiate! Partake in this evening, for we have only played our first card! The battle is just one in this war that we have taken with our goals in mind clear. Let the alcohol flow freely, let your every wish become reality this night. To be different, to be powerful, is that not a divine gift? Close your eyes and ears to those that clamor for their righteous piety, they only lie in misery and their jealousy becomes hatred for those that live on the fringe of their societal rules. We are truly the ones that understand what life and everything included means. It is not to kneel down before some God, it is to become God him or herself! We shall be the ones that define what is real in this world. The work begins soon, but for this night we shall lose ourselves to the lust that all humans have. Fall into the Deadly Sins that they try to deny from us, for once we have come out victorious, there will be misery among those that call out for the heavens themselves to scorch us!
Tyrone takes a long drink from his bottle as his voice quiets down, his eyes looking from side to side as the entire party as gone silent. A smirk forms on his face as he looks down a the ground for a moment before taking one final drink.
Tyrone: Breathe in life this evening, for there will be nothing but death from this point forward. The death of the greedy, the death of the oppressors that chain us all to their rules, the death of those that believe they are in control, the death of our suffering. Break from your bonds and emerge from their shadows, we will let the sun shine on our faces as we take hold of our lives and make them what we yearn them to be. Elicit the sounds of love and become lascivious with your fellow human! Let them jeer at you, for they matter not but us in this room this night, they only know misery and the agony of their own pathetic lives. Our enemies are those that wish to control us. We will not let them. We will break their barriers and their chains. We will become the very essence of their demise. And it's place, The Hollow Ones will stand at the precipice of ultimate glory. We will fight day after day for our right to escape the bleakness of this existence. Our sins and our past will not define who we are now, but will help mold a new revolution! But for tonight, we shall all escape from all the wars, all the battles, all the blood and tears. Tonight we shall be free!
Tyrone yells out the last sentence as he raises his bottle up high into the air which elicits a roaring cheer from everyone at the party. He slowly spins around, his eyes lit up from the response. He looks towards Phoenix, an inspired look upon his face but soon is distracted as the two women grab him by the arms and pull him away to a private room. A chuckle escapes Tyrone when suddenly he hears clapping as the room goes quiet once more.
Mr. Jones: God dayum Tyrone, with that type of speech you should run for president.
Tyrone: I ain't that fucking corrupt Jones.
Jones laughs as he leans back and puffs on his cigar as the music comes back up and the party gets back into full swing as Tyrone sits down at the bar, taking a long drink when suddenly Mr. Jones yells out to him.
Mr. Jones: Tyrone! Y'all got a guest.
Tyrone looks up and suddenly sees Stacey Madison standing their, her hair let down and wearing a cocktail dress. Tyrone grins as he stands up, setting his bottle down.
Mr. Jones: A mighty fine guest at that. Hellllloooooo Ms. Madison! Why don't y'all jump in the Jacuzzi with ya boy?
Tyrone: Shut the fuck up Jones.
Tyrone quickly turns towards Stacey, the smile still on his face as he looks her in the eyes, though it seems he doesn't get smile back he anticipated, a rather....pissed off look on Stacey's face.
Tyrone: I'm glad to see you Stacey. I see y'all got my message?
Stacey: Oh I got it loud and clear Tyrone. So when were you planning on telling me you were with The Hollow Ones?
Tyrone: Look, I was going to tell you but I needed to keep it quiet and well, Jones made a few oddly specific threats to my life.
Mr. Jones: You god damn right I did Tyrone. And that still stands by the way motherfucker!
Tyrone and Stacey look towards Jones who makes a throat slitting motion before laughing loudly and going back to the women in his Jacuzzi. Stacey rolls her eyes and sighs and turns towards the exit. Tyrone quickly reaches out and grabs her by the arm.
Tyrone: Stacey wait, let's go talk in private.
Stacey goes to protest but the look on Tyrone's face is sincere as she sighs and nods her head. He leads them to a private room, the music getting muffled out from the walls. Stacey looks around before walking to the small bar in the room and begins pouring herself a drink.
Stacey: I'm an idiot. You just used me to get info on Banks, Bateman, and Becky. How could I be so stupid to believe that you cared?
Tyrone: You're too hard on yourself Stacey. You gotta remember it was you that came to me.
Stacey quickly spins around, raising her voice as she throws a glass towards him. He side steps deftly, his hands behind his back as he looks towards her silently.
Stacey: So you could protect me from The Hollow Ones! Not to get dragged into whatever freaky shit you're into Tyrone! What was that speech all about? How many of those women have you been with tonight? Never mind I don't want to know.
Tyrone: If you must know, none of them. They were here mostly on the request of Mr. Jones, and I of course was not one to deny him. I've been waiting all night for you Stacey, I was not going to give in for a lesser woman.
Tyrone walks towards her, slowly pulling his hands forward revealing a black jewelry box.
Tyrone: I got you something.
Stacey looks hesitant, but slowly reaches out and opens the box, revealing a beautiful necklace with multiple large diamonds. Her eyes light up as she looks down at the gift, reaching out for it but Tyrone snaps the box closed. He motions for her to turn around. She bites her lower lip, before accommodating his request. He takes the necklace out of the box and slowly slips it around her neck, his lips almost grazing on her neck.
Tyrone: I asked you that day you got me out of jail if you were willing to ride or die with me. I need to know Stacey, will you be on my side when the inevitable happens?
A slight gasp escapes her as he kisses her neck as he secures the necklace, his hands now sliding up her right leg ever so gently. She closes her eyes and leans her head back onto his shoulder, her eyes opening, almost clouded over in lust and desire, She reaches back and wraps an around his neck.
Stacey: I would do anything for you Tyrone.
Tyrone: As I know you would Ms. Madison. For the earth itself would be moved by your word alone.
The passion between them builds to a crescendo, the two kiss as Stacey turns around into his arms as they press against one another, his raven locks intermingling with her sun blonde tangles. They fall onto the bed as the camera pans up, the music pounding against the walls as the scene fades away slowly.
Tyrone: The time has come at Meltdown. We have made our intentions very clear. Mr. Banks has sent his best fighter out to face The Hollow Ones, and another that has seen loss by our hands. Matt Tastic, I had hoped to spare you from this war when we fought last. You should have laid down and died like a good dog, but instead you fight against the inevitable. We have fought at my darkest moments, but we now stand on the stage, my mind clear, and my focus crystal clear. We have made it very clear what will happen if your friend Mikey doesn't give me what I deserve, so if I were you I would go run along and convince him to do the right thing. But I know you better than that, you're proud to a fault. We share a similar trait in that regard.
The scene comes into the white background a large bullseye spray painted behind the three Hollow Ones. All three have their hoodies up and bandannas wrapped around their faces, only their eyes staring straight forward into the camera can be seen.
Phoenix: Flex Mussel we have already cut two heads of Cerberus off. Your former partner lies broken in a hospital bed because of us. Eve Taylor has tried to show how strong she is mentally, but we all know what will happen after the realization of not winning the Lottery will do to her. She will grow more despondent by the day. You can blame us all you want, but you should point your anger towards our "great" World Champion. He made her soft, and it is because of him what will soon happen to her. Know full well we will leave her in a hospital bed right next to Ramparte, and for the rest of your miserable life you'll be pushing them in wheelchairs, your once great alliance shredded in one move by us. We are not responsible for what is to happen, it is Mikey Stormrage. Remember this Flex. Remember what he has sewed. Do not come after us, do the smart thing and convince him to give us what we want. Save what is left of Cerberus, and perhaps even yourself from joining them in forced retirement.
Mr. Jones: Because let's be clear here motherfuckers. We comin' to Meltdown to crack skulls and break faces. And they put y'all in the line of fire. Far as I'm concerned, y'all could actually just blame Banks for what's about to go down. After all, he's the one that holds the get out of jail free card, no pun intended Blades, he's the one with all the power that's too busy pissing himself while he hides under his desk. Y'all a bunch of puppets doing your master's work. Slide those chains on your wrists suckas, we just gonna use them against you when we joke the god damn life out of you. We have no interest in wins or losses. We're gonna leave you in a god damn body bag come Meltdown. So get all your righteous fury bullshit out of your head now.
Tyrone: You should be afraid. Not of the unknown, but the known what our bats and chains did to you last time. There will be more victims every week, this isn't a threat it's a fucking promise. We will not rest until what is rightfully ours is in our hands. Until then we will beat every single person in WZCW until their faces ain't recognizable anymore, and when there's no one left, we'll walk right over y'all and take it in the end anyway. Save yourselves the bloodbath, the pain and suffering. This is a war you will not win. Casualties will not cause blood on our hands, we gave y'all every opportunity to tell the people who could do something to stop it the right thing. Instead they will send you both out to be the sacrifice, the lambs led to the fucking slaughter.
Phoenix: Or, you could join us, and help lead this revolution against your oppressors. Fight back against the machine that holds you all down, take up arms and take control of your future.
Mr. Jones: Or just take a baseball bat to the face, your choice.
Tyrone: This message goes out to every fighter in WZCW. You're either with us, or against us. We would take pity upon those that are worth taking pity on, but it is clear you hold onto Banksy boy to protect you from the bullies. Let me make one thing clear, we're far more than just "bullies". We're straight up killers and we ain't gonna fucking stop!
Tyrone yells out as he stands up and swings his bat at the camera, smashing the glass as the feed goes completely black.
Phoenix: With Love,
Tyrone: The Hollow Ones.
Mr. Jones: Ayo Tyrone, shut the fuck up and let me get my drink on homie!
The scene opens to a raucous party up in a penthouse suite overlooking the Vegas skyline. Three Jacuzzi tubs dot parts of the floor, while women all dressed in skimpy bikinis wander in and out of the Jacuzzis. The bass is heavy as music blares throughout the room. The bar in the center of the room is stocked with nearly every type of alcohol, almost like it was stolen from a vault. The lights dimmed low, with multi colored lasers and spotlights flickering throughout. Tyrone stands in the center next to the bar, a pair of jeans and only an ornate robe around his shoulder, untied showing off his physique while a heavy silver chain hangs from his neck. He turns towards one of the Jacuzzi's, shaking his head while Mr. Jones puffs heavily on his cigar between long draws from a bottle of champagne. He wraps his arms around 4 girls in the tub with him, a wide grin on his face.
Mr. Jones: Now this is the god damn life. Why ain't we doing this more often?
Tyrone: Because you'd spend all our god damn money Jones.
Mr. Jones cracks up laughing as the girls giggle, their eyes wandering up at Tyrone's body, flirtatious smiles from all four. Tyrone returns their smile as he uncorks a bottle of his own and takes a long drink.
Mr. Jones: Ain't that the damn truth son. Good thing I let you take care of the money. Speaking of when's my check coming through.
Tyrone: Check your bank account, it's been there for two days already.
Mr. Jones: Well never mind, drinks on me tonight ladies!
Tyrone shakes his head as he looks around the party. It was clear Mr. Jones would be the life of the party tonight, but he knew full well this was not the place for the other Hollow One. True to form he finds Phoenix sitting at a table alone, his head lowered and staring at his hands very intently, as if afraid to even look up at the chicanery going on in front of him. Tyrone walks over and sits across from his brethren, his presence finally pulling the grim looking Phoenix up from his meditative state. Tyrone nods his head as Phoenix returns the motion.
Tyrone: Phoenix, what is on your mind brother?
Phoenix: You know this isn't the best environment for me. I just got sober again Tyrone, and now you surround me with nothing but alcohol. I shouldn't be here!
Phoenix quickly stands up to leave but Tyrone stands faster, reaching out and grabbing Phoenix by the shoulder reassuringly. He pushes him back down into his chair as Phoenix looks towards his ally nervously.
Tyrone: Let me explain something. I know this ain't exactly on the twelve step program, but your presence is a must here tonight.
Phoenix: What are we even celebrating for? We didn't win the Lottery and now we have a huge bounty on our heads for the whole roster to go after. We should be preparing our next move. Taking people out, something Tyrone, but not this!
Tyrone cracks a smile as he takes a drink from his bottle of whiskey before sliding it to the side, leaning down on the table as he folds his hands in front of him. He looks Phoenix dead in the eyes as his voice takes an almost unnerving calmness to it.
Tyrone: This is exactly the night for a celebration Phoenix. Yes we did not win the Lethal Lottery, but we've only shown our first card out of our entire deck. What we hold over Banks is the key to getting everything we want, and if he doesn't give in, we will take what we want. That is the creed of The Hollow Ones. What yours is mine, and what's mine is mine. It's only a matter of time before we put Mikey Stormrage down for good and we control the World Title. So yes, tonight we celebrate the first step in our path to revolution. You see, we are different from all them.
Tyrone suddenly stands as he looks around the room, a look of bliss crossing his eyes as he breathes in the festivities, a wide smile forming on his face as his voice suddenly becomes louder.
Tyrone: We took the name The Hollow Ones not because we are empty in the soul, but because we are enriched by the sins of our past and thus are hollow from the constraints of empathy or satiation. We do not run away or deny what we have done like our enemies! We embrace our faults and make them our strength! So while they cower in fear, or solidify their convictions to face against us, we celebrate our victory that is assured over their own beliefs because ours is the righteous. Ours turns away from the norms of this society, where money rules over everything, and what we want is what we take.
Tyrone walks through the party as suddenly the music quiets down as everyone suddenly turns their attention to legend, his voice calling out for their desires to speak to him. He breathes in deeply as he walks back over to Phoenix, placing his hands on the table as he looks directly at his brethren.
Tyrone: You have taken your addictions and rid yourself of them all Phoenix! A feat truly commendable and one I am proud of helping you achieve. But there is one vice I know you will indulge in.
Tyrone motions to the side and suddenly two women walk up, one blonde with deep blue eyes, her lips coated in candy pink as she smiles to Phoenix, the other a dark haired vixen, her tongue licking along her lips. They both slide up to Phoenix, their hands over The Hollow One as he suddenly puts his arms around them both, a rare smile suddenly forming on his face as he takes in the two beauties feeling all over him. Tyrone grins as he spins in a flourish back to the room, throwing his hands into the air.
Tyrone: Our carnal desires are clear for all of us. The lust of the flesh is stronger than even the most addictive opiate! Partake in this evening, for we have only played our first card! The battle is just one in this war that we have taken with our goals in mind clear. Let the alcohol flow freely, let your every wish become reality this night. To be different, to be powerful, is that not a divine gift? Close your eyes and ears to those that clamor for their righteous piety, they only lie in misery and their jealousy becomes hatred for those that live on the fringe of their societal rules. We are truly the ones that understand what life and everything included means. It is not to kneel down before some God, it is to become God him or herself! We shall be the ones that define what is real in this world. The work begins soon, but for this night we shall lose ourselves to the lust that all humans have. Fall into the Deadly Sins that they try to deny from us, for once we have come out victorious, there will be misery among those that call out for the heavens themselves to scorch us!
Tyrone takes a long drink from his bottle as his voice quiets down, his eyes looking from side to side as the entire party as gone silent. A smirk forms on his face as he looks down a the ground for a moment before taking one final drink.
Tyrone: Breathe in life this evening, for there will be nothing but death from this point forward. The death of the greedy, the death of the oppressors that chain us all to their rules, the death of those that believe they are in control, the death of our suffering. Break from your bonds and emerge from their shadows, we will let the sun shine on our faces as we take hold of our lives and make them what we yearn them to be. Elicit the sounds of love and become lascivious with your fellow human! Let them jeer at you, for they matter not but us in this room this night, they only know misery and the agony of their own pathetic lives. Our enemies are those that wish to control us. We will not let them. We will break their barriers and their chains. We will become the very essence of their demise. And it's place, The Hollow Ones will stand at the precipice of ultimate glory. We will fight day after day for our right to escape the bleakness of this existence. Our sins and our past will not define who we are now, but will help mold a new revolution! But for tonight, we shall all escape from all the wars, all the battles, all the blood and tears. Tonight we shall be free!
Tyrone yells out the last sentence as he raises his bottle up high into the air which elicits a roaring cheer from everyone at the party. He slowly spins around, his eyes lit up from the response. He looks towards Phoenix, an inspired look upon his face but soon is distracted as the two women grab him by the arms and pull him away to a private room. A chuckle escapes Tyrone when suddenly he hears clapping as the room goes quiet once more.
Mr. Jones: God dayum Tyrone, with that type of speech you should run for president.
Tyrone: I ain't that fucking corrupt Jones.
Jones laughs as he leans back and puffs on his cigar as the music comes back up and the party gets back into full swing as Tyrone sits down at the bar, taking a long drink when suddenly Mr. Jones yells out to him.
Mr. Jones: Tyrone! Y'all got a guest.
Tyrone looks up and suddenly sees Stacey Madison standing their, her hair let down and wearing a cocktail dress. Tyrone grins as he stands up, setting his bottle down.
Mr. Jones: A mighty fine guest at that. Hellllloooooo Ms. Madison! Why don't y'all jump in the Jacuzzi with ya boy?
Tyrone: Shut the fuck up Jones.
Tyrone quickly turns towards Stacey, the smile still on his face as he looks her in the eyes, though it seems he doesn't get smile back he anticipated, a rather....pissed off look on Stacey's face.
Tyrone: I'm glad to see you Stacey. I see y'all got my message?
Stacey: Oh I got it loud and clear Tyrone. So when were you planning on telling me you were with The Hollow Ones?
Tyrone: Look, I was going to tell you but I needed to keep it quiet and well, Jones made a few oddly specific threats to my life.
Mr. Jones: You god damn right I did Tyrone. And that still stands by the way motherfucker!
Tyrone and Stacey look towards Jones who makes a throat slitting motion before laughing loudly and going back to the women in his Jacuzzi. Stacey rolls her eyes and sighs and turns towards the exit. Tyrone quickly reaches out and grabs her by the arm.
Tyrone: Stacey wait, let's go talk in private.
Stacey goes to protest but the look on Tyrone's face is sincere as she sighs and nods her head. He leads them to a private room, the music getting muffled out from the walls. Stacey looks around before walking to the small bar in the room and begins pouring herself a drink.
Stacey: I'm an idiot. You just used me to get info on Banks, Bateman, and Becky. How could I be so stupid to believe that you cared?
Tyrone: You're too hard on yourself Stacey. You gotta remember it was you that came to me.
Stacey quickly spins around, raising her voice as she throws a glass towards him. He side steps deftly, his hands behind his back as he looks towards her silently.
Stacey: So you could protect me from The Hollow Ones! Not to get dragged into whatever freaky shit you're into Tyrone! What was that speech all about? How many of those women have you been with tonight? Never mind I don't want to know.
Tyrone: If you must know, none of them. They were here mostly on the request of Mr. Jones, and I of course was not one to deny him. I've been waiting all night for you Stacey, I was not going to give in for a lesser woman.
Tyrone walks towards her, slowly pulling his hands forward revealing a black jewelry box.
Tyrone: I got you something.
Stacey looks hesitant, but slowly reaches out and opens the box, revealing a beautiful necklace with multiple large diamonds. Her eyes light up as she looks down at the gift, reaching out for it but Tyrone snaps the box closed. He motions for her to turn around. She bites her lower lip, before accommodating his request. He takes the necklace out of the box and slowly slips it around her neck, his lips almost grazing on her neck.
Tyrone: I asked you that day you got me out of jail if you were willing to ride or die with me. I need to know Stacey, will you be on my side when the inevitable happens?
A slight gasp escapes her as he kisses her neck as he secures the necklace, his hands now sliding up her right leg ever so gently. She closes her eyes and leans her head back onto his shoulder, her eyes opening, almost clouded over in lust and desire, She reaches back and wraps an around his neck.
Stacey: I would do anything for you Tyrone.
Tyrone: As I know you would Ms. Madison. For the earth itself would be moved by your word alone.
The passion between them builds to a crescendo, the two kiss as Stacey turns around into his arms as they press against one another, his raven locks intermingling with her sun blonde tangles. They fall onto the bed as the camera pans up, the music pounding against the walls as the scene fades away slowly.
Tyrone: The time has come at Meltdown. We have made our intentions very clear. Mr. Banks has sent his best fighter out to face The Hollow Ones, and another that has seen loss by our hands. Matt Tastic, I had hoped to spare you from this war when we fought last. You should have laid down and died like a good dog, but instead you fight against the inevitable. We have fought at my darkest moments, but we now stand on the stage, my mind clear, and my focus crystal clear. We have made it very clear what will happen if your friend Mikey doesn't give me what I deserve, so if I were you I would go run along and convince him to do the right thing. But I know you better than that, you're proud to a fault. We share a similar trait in that regard.
The scene comes into the white background a large bullseye spray painted behind the three Hollow Ones. All three have their hoodies up and bandannas wrapped around their faces, only their eyes staring straight forward into the camera can be seen.
Phoenix: Flex Mussel we have already cut two heads of Cerberus off. Your former partner lies broken in a hospital bed because of us. Eve Taylor has tried to show how strong she is mentally, but we all know what will happen after the realization of not winning the Lottery will do to her. She will grow more despondent by the day. You can blame us all you want, but you should point your anger towards our "great" World Champion. He made her soft, and it is because of him what will soon happen to her. Know full well we will leave her in a hospital bed right next to Ramparte, and for the rest of your miserable life you'll be pushing them in wheelchairs, your once great alliance shredded in one move by us. We are not responsible for what is to happen, it is Mikey Stormrage. Remember this Flex. Remember what he has sewed. Do not come after us, do the smart thing and convince him to give us what we want. Save what is left of Cerberus, and perhaps even yourself from joining them in forced retirement.
Mr. Jones: Because let's be clear here motherfuckers. We comin' to Meltdown to crack skulls and break faces. And they put y'all in the line of fire. Far as I'm concerned, y'all could actually just blame Banks for what's about to go down. After all, he's the one that holds the get out of jail free card, no pun intended Blades, he's the one with all the power that's too busy pissing himself while he hides under his desk. Y'all a bunch of puppets doing your master's work. Slide those chains on your wrists suckas, we just gonna use them against you when we joke the god damn life out of you. We have no interest in wins or losses. We're gonna leave you in a god damn body bag come Meltdown. So get all your righteous fury bullshit out of your head now.
Tyrone: You should be afraid. Not of the unknown, but the known what our bats and chains did to you last time. There will be more victims every week, this isn't a threat it's a fucking promise. We will not rest until what is rightfully ours is in our hands. Until then we will beat every single person in WZCW until their faces ain't recognizable anymore, and when there's no one left, we'll walk right over y'all and take it in the end anyway. Save yourselves the bloodbath, the pain and suffering. This is a war you will not win. Casualties will not cause blood on our hands, we gave y'all every opportunity to tell the people who could do something to stop it the right thing. Instead they will send you both out to be the sacrifice, the lambs led to the fucking slaughter.
Phoenix: Or, you could join us, and help lead this revolution against your oppressors. Fight back against the machine that holds you all down, take up arms and take control of your future.
Mr. Jones: Or just take a baseball bat to the face, your choice.
Tyrone: This message goes out to every fighter in WZCW. You're either with us, or against us. We would take pity upon those that are worth taking pity on, but it is clear you hold onto Banksy boy to protect you from the bullies. Let me make one thing clear, we're far more than just "bullies". We're straight up killers and we ain't gonna fucking stop!
Tyrone yells out as he stands up and swings his bat at the camera, smashing the glass as the feed goes completely black.
Phoenix: With Love,
Tyrone: The Hollow Ones.
It's been a couple of days since the Lethal Lottery. Matt tossed out by a seeming accident. A blow to the head. It was rattling. The world spun as Matt layed on the ground. The migraine set in quickly. And it all went dark.
======2 Days Later=====
As the world ceases to spin, the events of the week flood through Matt's mind. The news and events that could very well shake a generation.
"Trump Elected President"
"Puerto Rico Elects Corrupt Governor's Son"
"#NotMyPresident"
"Puerto Rico Rejected For 51st State"
"Canada Builds A Wall, South Park Predicted"
"Joe Biden Memes Crash Stock Market"
"Kim Jong Un Fires Missile, Hits Own Statue"
"Mike Pence Triggers Second Impact"
"Pokemon Sun & Moon Sold Out, No Copies For 6 Months, Digital Downloads Unavailable"
"HOLY SHIT~!"
Matt awakens from his slumber. The nightmare leaving him a sweaty heap on the bed. But from one wrong thing, Matt passes on to another one.
"Wait............ What the hell? How did I get here?" An unfamiliar location. Matt finds himself in a cozy hotel room on a seeming 45~ish floor. It almost looks like a condo. Matt remembers the Lethal Lottery. But the rest was a seeming blur. He slowly exits his bed, realizing he's in nothing but his Pikachu underwear......... It's a time for celebration, don't judge. He approaches the bathroom, which is empty. He turns, still confused before he finally relaxes.
"How long was I out for?" Says the bewildered veteran as he checks his phone. But suddenly, another voice fills the room.
"Two days. You slept through the elections"
"WOAH~!" Matt turns, shocked to spot a female in a suit and sunglasses in his room. Arms stretched out, the full monty is barely covered by childish underwear as the female, one familiar to this story, simply looks on unconcerned.
"Your usual friend was a little busy so there was nobody to drop you off. So my employer told me to bring you here. He took the luxury to upgrade your room." Said Alisha. The shady woman from Matt's passed. Once managing him during the early days of his career.
"You'll have to forgive me. Can I put on some pants first?" Matt says, flustered and embarrassed with his current situation.
"I'm unimpressed, Matt. Do whatever." Matt covers his face, not only embarrassed but now humiliated too. It was a low blow. But the oddness of this situation did not escape him.
"OK, why are you even here? And who's your employer? Was it that guy I spoke to several weeks ago?"
"Indeed it was, Matt. He's interested in you. He knows you pretty well."
Matt is left perplexed by her words. Thinking who it could be. Something about that man seemed familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"If it bothers you that much, consider this. Your governor elect was Ricky Rosello. The son of Pedro Rosello. Pretty much the man responsable for the island's economic sink. My employer can help pay to mitigate that. If you lend a hand, of course."
"..........Wait a minute. You're telling me this guy has enough money to pay part of a country-wide debt? Who is he? Trump?"
"That's not important. But you must play his role if you want to secure your home."
"Give me a break. You must think I was born yesterday or something. I do what I do to help people. Not a government crisis. I couldn't care less about those prick if I tried. Now do me a favor and get out. You've insulted my shlong and my self-respect. Leave me."
Matt crosses his arms and turns his back to Alisha in disgust at the idea that he could be bought off. But something does start to flash back into his mind. From the night of the Lethal Lottery. Something he remembers.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to recall......"
Matt turns around. Alisha is gone. As if she was never there to begin with. Matt looks around to see if she's really gone. Wondering how she even managed to sneak in. Checking the entire room. He then turns back to his bed. A pack on it. He grabs it and looks at it.
"Man-Power: For That Extra Push; Does Not Contain Clomiphene"
Matt just tosses the box away in anger.
"Exes are bitches."
===============Several Days Later================
The days went by and Matt recovered from his minor concussion. His memory back, he pieced the bits together of something he recalled that night. In the medical room as he was treated. Files were left on the desk of WZCW wrestlers. Reports on injuries and such. Something had caught his eye and surprised him. Matt's trying to remember specific details, but that train of thought is broken when he bumps into someone.
"Hey, what it man. No cutting~!"
"What? Oh. Relax. I'm not cutting. I'm, oh. Nevermind. I'm here."
Matt finds himself in front of a Game Stop. Despite the distraction, it's exactly where he wanted to be. The day was here. He waited his turn patiently as people paid for their product of choice. There was only two choices to make that day. But as time elapsed, something was creeping into Matt's head. Whatever he saw that night after the Lottery.
====Flashing Back====
Escorted to the back where he would be checked out. He was seated in the medical room. Where he was instructed to wait for the doctor to come in, busy checking on another wrestler. Matt believes Mikey was having irritable bowel movements again, hence the doctor being busy. The World Champ does take priority. But he spots something on the desk familiar faces catch his eye and he decided to take a few steps before the doctor can come in. But then.
====Back To Reality====
"SERENA DID NOT KISS ASH IN THE MOUTH~!"
"YES SHE DID~! THAT'S WHY EVERYONE ELSE WAS REDFACED~!"
Two pencil-necked geeks argued so loudly it broke Matt's concentration. But something else caught his attention. His phone was vibrating. It received a text message.
"Next Match: Matt Tastic & Flex Mussel vs Tyrone Blades & Phoenix ~ Meltodwn 135"
Matt stared at the text message, thinking of his opponents. Phoenix. A man eponymous with the phrase "Oh yeah, that guy". A man who has been stuck on the revolving door at the entrance to WZCW. Spinning on his wheels constantly. Apparently, he thinks because he's next to the unstoppable Ty Burna, who can change his if he wants, it's still Ty Burna. Who Matt flipped off at one point to win a Cage Match and retain the World title. All the static and goofy gimmick in the world don't change who they are in the same vain that all the years could change Matt. They were no different. Just names on the roster to him. The so called bounty was of no interest to him.
Just then, his phone vibrates again. He takes it out and checks it.
"Hey Matt. Looks like partners. Listen, I really want to make it up to you for what happened at the Lottery. I'm really sorry. Chat with you later. -Flex"
Matt put the phone away. He thought to himself. "I don't care." Gold is the only thing that interests him and that may be off his reach right now having lost at the Lottery. The so called Hollow One's were of no interest to him, nor was Flex. But.... As he thought about the 3 individuals in the match, something was rattling in his brain. Something he saw. At the medical room.
"Next............ Next............. SIR~!"
"Ah!" Matt realized he was next. And placed his order on the counter.
"Sun? Most people choose Moon. Something about the dark scheme."
"Bah. I'm above all that stupid goth stuff. It's not it's all cracked up to be." Matt spoke, remembering his past experiences against Ty. How can he team with the man he once dethroned for the Tag Team titles?
"I chose Sun because I'll brighten Ty and Phoenix's dark and gloomy world. I do not care what complaints they have. They're veterans. Like me. They should know better than to show such pettiness."
======2 Days Later=====
As the world ceases to spin, the events of the week flood through Matt's mind. The news and events that could very well shake a generation.
"Trump Elected President"
"Puerto Rico Elects Corrupt Governor's Son"
"#NotMyPresident"
"Puerto Rico Rejected For 51st State"
"Canada Builds A Wall, South Park Predicted"
"Joe Biden Memes Crash Stock Market"
"Kim Jong Un Fires Missile, Hits Own Statue"
"Mike Pence Triggers Second Impact"
"Pokemon Sun & Moon Sold Out, No Copies For 6 Months, Digital Downloads Unavailable"
"HOLY SHIT~!"
Matt awakens from his slumber. The nightmare leaving him a sweaty heap on the bed. But from one wrong thing, Matt passes on to another one.
"Wait............ What the hell? How did I get here?" An unfamiliar location. Matt finds himself in a cozy hotel room on a seeming 45~ish floor. It almost looks like a condo. Matt remembers the Lethal Lottery. But the rest was a seeming blur. He slowly exits his bed, realizing he's in nothing but his Pikachu underwear......... It's a time for celebration, don't judge. He approaches the bathroom, which is empty. He turns, still confused before he finally relaxes.
"How long was I out for?" Says the bewildered veteran as he checks his phone. But suddenly, another voice fills the room.
"Two days. You slept through the elections"
"WOAH~!" Matt turns, shocked to spot a female in a suit and sunglasses in his room. Arms stretched out, the full monty is barely covered by childish underwear as the female, one familiar to this story, simply looks on unconcerned.
"Your usual friend was a little busy so there was nobody to drop you off. So my employer told me to bring you here. He took the luxury to upgrade your room." Said Alisha. The shady woman from Matt's passed. Once managing him during the early days of his career.
"You'll have to forgive me. Can I put on some pants first?" Matt says, flustered and embarrassed with his current situation.
"I'm unimpressed, Matt. Do whatever." Matt covers his face, not only embarrassed but now humiliated too. It was a low blow. But the oddness of this situation did not escape him.
"OK, why are you even here? And who's your employer? Was it that guy I spoke to several weeks ago?"
"Indeed it was, Matt. He's interested in you. He knows you pretty well."
Matt is left perplexed by her words. Thinking who it could be. Something about that man seemed familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"If it bothers you that much, consider this. Your governor elect was Ricky Rosello. The son of Pedro Rosello. Pretty much the man responsable for the island's economic sink. My employer can help pay to mitigate that. If you lend a hand, of course."
"..........Wait a minute. You're telling me this guy has enough money to pay part of a country-wide debt? Who is he? Trump?"
"That's not important. But you must play his role if you want to secure your home."
"Give me a break. You must think I was born yesterday or something. I do what I do to help people. Not a government crisis. I couldn't care less about those prick if I tried. Now do me a favor and get out. You've insulted my shlong and my self-respect. Leave me."
Matt crosses his arms and turns his back to Alisha in disgust at the idea that he could be bought off. But something does start to flash back into his mind. From the night of the Lethal Lottery. Something he remembers.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to recall......"
Matt turns around. Alisha is gone. As if she was never there to begin with. Matt looks around to see if she's really gone. Wondering how she even managed to sneak in. Checking the entire room. He then turns back to his bed. A pack on it. He grabs it and looks at it.
"Man-Power: For That Extra Push; Does Not Contain Clomiphene"
Matt just tosses the box away in anger.
"Exes are bitches."
===============Several Days Later================
The days went by and Matt recovered from his minor concussion. His memory back, he pieced the bits together of something he recalled that night. In the medical room as he was treated. Files were left on the desk of WZCW wrestlers. Reports on injuries and such. Something had caught his eye and surprised him. Matt's trying to remember specific details, but that train of thought is broken when he bumps into someone.
"Hey, what it man. No cutting~!"
"What? Oh. Relax. I'm not cutting. I'm, oh. Nevermind. I'm here."
Matt finds himself in front of a Game Stop. Despite the distraction, it's exactly where he wanted to be. The day was here. He waited his turn patiently as people paid for their product of choice. There was only two choices to make that day. But as time elapsed, something was creeping into Matt's head. Whatever he saw that night after the Lottery.
====Flashing Back====
Escorted to the back where he would be checked out. He was seated in the medical room. Where he was instructed to wait for the doctor to come in, busy checking on another wrestler. Matt believes Mikey was having irritable bowel movements again, hence the doctor being busy. The World Champ does take priority. But he spots something on the desk familiar faces catch his eye and he decided to take a few steps before the doctor can come in. But then.
====Back To Reality====
"SERENA DID NOT KISS ASH IN THE MOUTH~!"
"YES SHE DID~! THAT'S WHY EVERYONE ELSE WAS REDFACED~!"
Two pencil-necked geeks argued so loudly it broke Matt's concentration. But something else caught his attention. His phone was vibrating. It received a text message.
"Next Match: Matt Tastic & Flex Mussel vs Tyrone Blades & Phoenix ~ Meltodwn 135"
Matt stared at the text message, thinking of his opponents. Phoenix. A man eponymous with the phrase "Oh yeah, that guy". A man who has been stuck on the revolving door at the entrance to WZCW. Spinning on his wheels constantly. Apparently, he thinks because he's next to the unstoppable Ty Burna, who can change his if he wants, it's still Ty Burna. Who Matt flipped off at one point to win a Cage Match and retain the World title. All the static and goofy gimmick in the world don't change who they are in the same vain that all the years could change Matt. They were no different. Just names on the roster to him. The so called bounty was of no interest to him.
Just then, his phone vibrates again. He takes it out and checks it.
"Hey Matt. Looks like partners. Listen, I really want to make it up to you for what happened at the Lottery. I'm really sorry. Chat with you later. -Flex"
Matt put the phone away. He thought to himself. "I don't care." Gold is the only thing that interests him and that may be off his reach right now having lost at the Lottery. The so called Hollow One's were of no interest to him, nor was Flex. But.... As he thought about the 3 individuals in the match, something was rattling in his brain. Something he saw. At the medical room.
"Next............ Next............. SIR~!"
"Ah!" Matt realized he was next. And placed his order on the counter.
"Sun? Most people choose Moon. Something about the dark scheme."
"Bah. I'm above all that stupid goth stuff. It's not it's all cracked up to be." Matt spoke, remembering his past experiences against Ty. How can he team with the man he once dethroned for the Tag Team titles?
"I chose Sun because I'll brighten Ty and Phoenix's dark and gloomy world. I do not care what complaints they have. They're veterans. Like me. They should know better than to show such pettiness."
FlexAmerican Dynamite
WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
Everything seemed to be happening in the blink of an eye lately. Ending just as soon as it began. At least in the eyes of the monsieur of muscle anyway. Whether it was his time in the Lethal Lottery, autograph signings, or even his daily exercise things only seemed to last an instant. Though the one thing he did want to be done with as soon as possible seemed to drag on forever: his mothers funeral. It was a very private ceremony with only close family members most of whom Flex never met. It was quite overwhelming for him as many new faces quickly introduced themselves one moment only to be gone the next. His sister Maria spent most of the service crying and socializing with the other family members while Flex sat alone simply trying to process everything that happened.
Unfortunately his sidekick and personal confident Charles was looking after the Fitness Trap House so he couldnt attend the funeral, and with Flex being very anti-social with the rest of the WZCW roster lately there wasnt really anyone he could talk to about his current state of being. After he originally found out about his mothers death he considered calling Ramparte or Eve but couldnt bring himself to do it. He felt each had bigger concerns on the horizon and thought best not to bother them. As estranged family members each delivered prolonged speeches about his mother Flex could only tune them out and stare at the beautiful framed picture of Mother Mussel in front of her casket. He began to think about his own funeral, and whether or not anyone would come to deliver speeches about him. He began wondering would anyone miss him or remember anything he did. A sadness creeped in as he began to feel that if he disappeared tomorrow his lack of existence wouldnt affect the world at all. Tears began rolling down Flexs face and even started to sob a bit. None of it was noticed however as the room began to applaud the last speaker who just finished their speech. Maria made her way up to podium as Flex quickly began wiping his tears with the handkerchief in his suit.
Maria: Thank you for that wonderful speech Aunt Mussel. Before we leave today Id like to ask one more person to come up and speak and that is my older brother Flex.
With his confidence shaking and his eyes red the bodybuilder made his way to the podium to receive a hug from his sister before addressing the rest of his family. However, as he opened his mouth nothing came out. He spent almost two hours listening to strangers tell stories about a mother he barely knew. Flex couldnt seem to muster any type of words and more tears began to roll down his face as he put his head down on the podium. After a few more moments passed Flex managed to control his sobbing and was ready to speak but as he lifted his head up no longer was there random family members sitting in the room. But dozens of individuals wearing Hollow Ones masks. Two in the front row take their masks off revealing it to be Tyrone Blades and Phoenix. A look of rage develops on the face of the bodybuilder but before anything can be done Flex wakes up in a cold sweat in his bedroom.
Charles: Bad dream?
Flex: Where am I?
Charles: Your bedroom.
Flex: What about the funeral?
Charles: You stood speechless at the podium crying until Maria took you home. She said you didnt say anything on the ride back. You went to sleep when you got home and she told me to watch you while she watched the Trap House.
Flex: When she said watch me did she also say to lay in bed next to me?
Charles: No, but I figured youd like to the extra comfort.
Flex: Get out Charles.
Charles: You never let me do anything fun...
The Mussel super fan exits the bed just as his fitness freak idol leaps out of bed and makes his way towards the kitchen. He sees his cell phone blinking on the kitchen counter and checks to see a few missed calls and texts from his longtime mentor Everest. They read Well you finally got your wish Flex, on Meltdown you and Tastic are teaming up to take on the Hollow Ones. Good luck and stay safe. Usually Flex would have been extremely happy to finally get his hands on the men who may ended his best friends career but the extenuating circumstances have only left him concerned. Him and Tastic arent exactly the greatest of friends and Flex accidentally eliminating him at the Lethal Lottery havent made things any better. Some of the other texts from his Everest were concerning the potential concussion Flex may have caused Tastic due to the elimination. The fitness trainer didnt really care however so he ignored it. He began to make himself some breakfast only to hear the doorbell ring. He tried to ignore it and continuing pouring himself a bowl of the new cereal Flex Flakes but the doorbell continued to ring furiously. Eventually he sighs and begins slowly making his way towards the door until the knob is ripped off from the other side and an old yet muscular arm reaches its way from outside and untwists the lock. Flex gets immediately on his guard as the intruder enters the house revealing himself to be a very older gentleman wearing a winter jacket and holding three bags of big luggage in one arm.
???: Hmmm, six pack, bald, and muscular. You must be Flex correct?
Flex: Whos asking?
???: My name is Maximilian Mussel, but my friends call me Max. But you can call me Grandpa.
Flex: Funny, I met a whole bunch of unknown relatives at my mothers funeral and you werent one of them.
Max: Why do you think Im here you idiot. I missed the funeral due to my travels in Siberia capturing rare Leopards.
Flex: Im going to need something better than that before I kick your ass for breaking my door.
Max: Oh squirt, you couldnt kick my ass if it was made of metal and your foot was a magnet.
Flex: Lets find out old man.
As Flex makes his way towards the intruder Max tosses a heavy suitcase at him that Flex barely catches in time. He then tosses another suitcase at Flexs legs taking him down to the ground.
Max: Predictable plan of attack kid. You may look real intimidating but you got a lot to learn.
Charles: Flex are you okay?! I heard a loud crashing sound-
Charles is immediately cut off as Max grabs him by the throat and presses him up against the wall.
Max: Is this a friend of yours? Dont you know Mussels do not associate with the overweight.
Charles: *Gasping for air* Im just big boned I swear.
Flex: Alright, you proved your strong. What do you want?
Max: To get to know my long lost grandson obviously.
Charles: This...is your...grandpa?!
Flex: Honestly not sure yet.
Max: You better believe it kid, you havent seen raw strength like mine since we dropped a bomb on Hiroshima.
Flex: That is both figuratively confusing and culturally insensitive.
Charles: He may...be a Mussel...after all
Flex: Alright, lets say I believe you. Can you please put down my friend and explain why youre here?
Max lets down Charles who begins to start breathing normally again.
Max: I was informed of my daughters passing by your sister and when she told me where she was I decided to come back here immediately. Of course I dont trust planes after September 11th so I swam back to the States and and then jogged until I got here. All the while reading up on this mysterious new grandson I had. Where is Maria by the way?
Flex: Shes...um...working .
Max: Interesting...well show me where my room is. Im ready to unpack and get comfortable.
Flex: Youre moving in?!
Max: How else do you expect me to train you and make you better?
Flex: Make me better?
Max: Im not going to sugar coat things like your mother did rest her soul. If what I heard about you is true on whatever the hell Wrestlezone forums is your career is going downhill and I cant have you ruining the Mussel name. Training starts in one hour. Be ready.
And with that the man that may or may not be Flexs Grandpa begins to set himself up in Charles room.
Charles: Why do your family members always attack me?
Flex: This is the worst possible time to be connecting with lost family members. I dont have time to deal with this guy.
Charles: Maybe he can help you defeat the Hollow Ones.
Flex: Im not worried about them, Im worried about my legacy. Phoenix is the washed up competitor from the lesser half of an average tag team and hes being used by Ty. Once again hes somehow able to manipulate someone to do his bidding for him. Unfortunately for him this time Im not going to let things get out of control. Theyre going to pay for what they did to Ramparte. Im going to make sure of it. And after that Im going to make sure that my legacy will be remembered, and that no one can say Ive tarnished the Mussel name.
Charles: What about Tastic?
Flex: Who cares, hes competent enough to back me up if hes not too busy trying to be a Dragon Ball Z character. No more being sad, its time to angry, and its time to start hurting people.
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