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Date Posted: 07:38:25 04/01/03 Tue
Author: Dr Doom
Subject: He Arrives

Doom doesn't look happy. He's stuck with a strange little man that he's never met before. What's worse, Apocalypticus fights against people like Doom. Evil people, with cruel intentions and vile plots. And quite often bad hair, although Doom wouldn't agree with that. He likes his hairs. However, Doom doesn't know anything AT ALL about Apocalypticus as he's never met, heard of, seen of or smelt of him.

No matter what, he isn't at all pleased about the situation, and plans on either huffing, stropping or moaning about it until someone does something about it, because he'll be damned if he's going to get up and do anything about it. All he knows is, Mike Collins (Alex pretending to be him anyway) told him to look after a rookie face and show him the ropes.

At the moment, Doom stands in front of the main doors to the mountain. His arms are crossed and Amara is just behind him on his left side, Alexandra on the right. Garrett is in the background somewhere, looking for things to steal. Doom begins to tap his foot.

Eventually, there's a thunderous roar that can just be heard in the distance. It gets louder and faster, then suddenly stops. Amara holds her stomach. The other two look at her.

Amara : I'm hungry, alright? Fuck off. I've...

She's cut off by another thunderous roar quite similar to Amara's stomach, but isn't. It gets louder and louder, until it begins to slow down and get quieter again. The roar has changed into the sound a cat with serious breathing difficulties trying to purr whilst in a small plastic container makes. There's a knock on the door. Doom takes a few steps forward.

Doom : Who is it?

???? : Pizza!

Amara : That's mine!

She runs over to the door, that slowly opens as she approaches. She digs into a pocket and passes out some money, recieving a pizza at the same time. The door closes and she stands behind Doom. She eats.

About 15 minutes of standing looking at the door (or eating, or stealing) passes. Doom hasn't moved a muscle for the past 10 minutes, which is normal when you're sound asleep, Alexandra disappeared and returned with a bottle of water, twice, and Amara went off and came back with a chair.

Eventually, a sound even louder than the pizza-man's dirt-bike approaches the mountain. It stops, and the door begins to make a strange banging noise. Alexandra opens it to investigate. Outside stands a red-haired guy in leather with a dirty shit bike. Doom snores. For some reason the bottle of water Alex was holding has slipped out of her hands. Unnoticed.

ALEX-O-VISION : The door begins to make a strange banging noise. Alexandra opens it to investigate. [Outside stands a rather handsome man with waist-length blood-red hair, with extremely expensive leathers and a completely outrageously brilliant Harley, his black motorcycle helmet glistening in the afternoon sun.] Doom snores. For some reason the bottle of water Alex was holding has slipped out of her hands. Unnoticed.

Alex : Holy shit.

Apocalypticus looks Alexandra up and down. She returns the interest. Apoc flicks some hair out of his face. Alex blinks.

Apoc : Hmm. There's me thinking Doom would be a man.

Alexandra's ears begin to dribble with desire at his English accent. Mmmwaaaa. It didn't sound THAT hot over the phone.

Alex : That's what I thought.

She points to the sleeping man in pink yellow and black.

Apoc : Someone needs a look at his wardrobe. Not for too long though, they might go blind.

Alex giggles, which is almost completely unheard of, since Alexandra has practically no sense of humour. It's merely coincidence that her mean streak is mistaken for her attempt at funny. (She also has next to no personality.)

Doom grunts and looks up.

Doom : Ah, you're here. Marvellous.

Apoc : Glad you could join us old man! I was just talking to... {looks at Alex}

Alex : Alex.

Apoc : ...Alex... until you decided it was time to come to terms with being so senile. Anyway, who's this?

He looks over his shoulder at Garrett, who is frantically trying to find a pocket to pick that isn't so small you couldn't fit a flea's wallet in it.

Doom : I'm not really sure. This is Amara.

Amara stomps furiously over to Apocalypticus and looks down on him a little.

(As for height, Doom is the tallest in the room, standing at about 6'3". Amara is NOT tall. Which doesn't say much for Alexandra and Apocalypticus, who are both, as it happens, 5'4". Amara is 5'8".)

After Amara has finished examining Apocalypticus (although not as closely as Alex seems to deem it necessary to) she looks over at Doom, who appears to be back in his own little world.

Doom's Brain : This is far too complicated. Amara, Alexandra AND Apocalypticus. That's a lot of A's. Aaaaah. Heh. Where the hell is that cup of tea I sent Amara for half an hour ago? I'm bored. {Begins to hum Beverly Hills Cop Theme}

Amara rolls her eyes and walks off somewhere. Alex jumps at the opportunity to talk to Apocalypticus.

Alex : So, erm...

Choke.

Alex : Your name's Apocalypticus isn't it?

Apoc : That has to be the first time anyone's ever been able to pronounce it right on the first attempt. So where are you from? You sound a bit English.

Somewhere in Alexandra's black and very very unexpecting heart, an ear-to-ear smile forms (which is difficult since hearts don't have ears).

Alex : Yes, I'm from England.

Apoc : Where-abouts?

Alex : Born in South Shields near Newcastle, but moved to London when I was like 12.

Apoc : No shit, me too! Now that's a coincidence.

Alex : What schools did you go to?

Apoc : Fuck knows.

Something in Alexandra's brain flashes, beeps, honks, hoots and waves. It's not that she's stupid, quite the opposite, she just likes things to be noticable. Apocalypticus says something, but it just doesn't register with Alexandra. He walks off. Alex is too busy daydreaming about all the things she subconciously wants to do to Apocalypticus(but wouldn't admit to). Whether he likes it or not. He probably would though.

Apocalypticus comes back in, pushing his motorbike alongside him. It has a large box attached to the back of it, presumably for Apocalypticus' stuff. It also has a sword sheath attached to a pipe in the side of the bike. Apoc unties it and re-ties it around his waist.

Alexandra, knowing exactly what he just tied around his waist (as she has one herself) inquires anyway.

Alex : What's that?

Apoc : It's my sword. You named yours?

Alex : {holding the sword at her belt} No... What's yours called?

Apoc : It's the Claw of Fate. It's magic.

Alex raises an eyebrow.

Alex : Oh really..?

Apoc : It burns the hands of anyone who tries to take it, except me. Watch.

He turns to Dr Doom, who looks to be coming out of comatose.

Apoc : Hey Doc! Catch!

Doom opens an eye and looks at Apocalypticus, who throws his sword at him. Doom catches it by (as far as he's concerned) the bit your meant to catch it by. He screams in pain and drops the sword on the floor. It looks so innocent. Apocalypticus picks it back up.

Alex : Odd. Mine tends to just make people run away.

She unsheaths hers. It's really fucking pointy and serrated.

Apoc : Couldn't imagine why. Erm, where will I be staying anyway? And where can I leave my bike?

Alex looks around the large area they're standing in.

Alex : Well, you can leave your bike here if you want, just put a chain on it, or Garrett'll steal it.

Apoc : He'd never get away with my bike. No-one has.

Alex : He won't actually go anywhere on it, he'll just take it and hide it in his room. Quite a lot of Doom's stuff is in there, he's just too stupid to realise Garrett took it in the first place, and if he knew he wouldn't think of looking through his room for it anyway.

Apoc : {Positioning his bike next to a wall} Fair enough.

Alex : I'll show you to your room now if you like.

Apocalypticus nods as he pulls a sports bag out of the box on his bike. He follows her into a lift.

The scene flicks to the inside of one of the empty sleeping quarters on the floor dedicated to the important people of the mountain. Doom has a whole floor to himself, the people not as important as him share a floor, and the security staff, science staff and miscellaneous workers share a large room each. The door to the quarters opens.

Apoc : This sucks. I didn't think I'd be treated like a rookie. I'm a legend!

Apocalypticus drops his stuff on the bed.

Alex : Doom is determined to hate you, whether he likes you or not.

Apoc : I thought as much. To be honest, I plan on making this as difficult for him as possible.

Alex : Why?

Apoc : To upset him so much he throws me out of here and I don't have to hang around at ringside watching his every wrestling match. I heard he lost his first of the season?

Alex : Yeah.

Apocalypticus smiles.

Apoc : In my first promotion I was undefeated. In the next one, I forget names, I killed someone in my first match. Then I left because I got bored and the management didn't like me shortening the roster. That's just a couple of highlights of my illustrious career. What the hell I'm stuck with our good friend Doom for I have no idea. Rookie my arse!

Alex : I don't think it'll last long. If you're as good as you say you are then it won't take long for you to be found something else to do. Or given a match.

Apoc : I hope not.

Scene fades out.

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