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Date Posted: 18:15:46 06/30/02 Sun
Author: Xtreme
Subject: Re-Post of my "On and island in the sun"...I F'ed up the HTML

(The scene opens in the apartment of Xtreme and it is not as messy and untidy as usual. There are two suitcases and a big duffel bag. Xtreme and Jake are no where to be seen, but then Xtreme walks in from his bedroom carrying a small brown leather bag. He drops it on the floor next to the other stuff and begins to go over a checklist written on a small piece of paper. We can see that the sun is still behind some building of Philadelphia so we can ascertain that it is early morning. Xtreme finishes going down the checklist and knocks on his bathroom door)


Xtreme: Come on, Jake! If we want to beat the traffic, we have to leave now!


(The toilet flushes and the water in the sink runs. Jake opens the door and Xtreme grimaces at the apparent smell coming from the bathroom)


Jake: Calm down, it’s no worse than yours. Why do we have to leave this early? It’s not even 8 yet!


Xtreme: Do you want to sit in the car for 3 hours like last time because you forgot to set your alarm.


Jake: Well I’m sorry, I’m not used to getting up before dawn.


Xtreme: Stop whining and get your stuff, we’re going now. I bet you’re wondering just what the hell we’re fighting about now, aren’t ya? Well since its summer and all, Jake and I figure it’s time for a weekend trip to the beach. Since we live in Philly it shouldn’t take too long to get there for just a weekend. But we have to go now or else the Atlantic City Expressway is gonna be backed up for miles.


(Jake and Xtreme pick up their respective bags and head down to the parking lot of Xtreme’s building. Xtreme finds his Silver Dodge Viper and pops the small trunk. Jake looks at Xtreme as if to say “This isn’t gonna work”, and Xtreme shoots him a glance that says “Trust me.” Xtreme starts to stuff his bags in, and then tries to stuff Jakes bags in and somehow, it all works out. Jake just stands there amazed and says)


Jake: Sure, but how are we going to get them out now?


Xtreme: We got them in, we can get them out.


(Xtreme and Jake both get into the car and Xtreme pulls out of the garage as the scene fades to black. The scene fades back in as Xtreme pulls into the parking lot of the realtors office in Ocean City, New Jersey. The sun is now higher in the sky and Jake is asleep in the car. Xtreme turns the car off and heads for the office. He goes in a heads for the first desk he sees and asks the lady)


Xtreme: Excuse me, is Keith here?


Lady: No, I’m sorry Keith isn’t in right now. Can I help you?


Xtreme: Well all I need is the key to my house and….


Lady: Oh is that all? I can help you with that. Can I have your name?


Xtreme: Xtreme.


Lady: Last name?


Xtreme: That’s the only name.


(She gives Xtreme a strange look and continues to look on her computer for the name. Sure enough, it is there)


Lady: Well I’ll be…here it is.


(She goes and gets two keys and a pack of papers. She hands the papers to Xtreme)


Lady: Ok, Mr. Xtreme I’ll need to sign here….here…here…here…and here.


(Xtreme gives a look and then proceeds to sign all five papers which basically only say “I’m not going to smoke inside the house”. After he’s done signing all the papers, he hand them back to the lady and she hands him the keys. He says “Thanks” and heads for the door but the lady calls out to him)


Lady: Wait! Wait…wait….wait. I am so sorry but I nearly forgot to tell you that you can’t get into the house until twelve. Sorry.


Xtreme: Twelve? Twelve o’clock? Why the hell not?!?


Lady: It’s part of the lease agreement, the owner is still in the house.


Xtreme: So what am I supposed to do for 2 hours??


(Xtreme storms out and heads for his car. Jake is still sleeping but Xtreme revs up the engine loudly and Jake wakes up with a jerk)


Jake: No mommy I don’t want to ride the pony! Err…I mean…are we in Jersey yet?


(Xtreme just sort of stares at Jake and then says) Xtreme: Yeah, we’re in Jersey. But there’s a problem with the house. We can’t get in until noon so we have to find something to do for two hours.


Jake: Well that shouldn’t be too hard. I mean, there are lots of things to do in Ocean City. Let’s go get something to eat. I didn’t have breakfast this morning.


(Xtreme drives down to about 2nd street where he finds a spot on the street to park. He and Jake get out of the car and head for the boardwalk. They turn left and walk into a restaurant called Brown’s, which is famous on the boardwalk for its fresh made donuts. Xtreme and Jake wait to be seated until a waitress comes up and shows them to an empty booth. She hands them two menu’s and Xtreme and Jake look them over. Xtreme puts down his menu and starts to talk to Jake who he thinks is listening)


Xtreme: It seems times never change, not even in the GWA. I thought the way I was beating everyone down lately would’ve shown them that I am for real and that I am not to be fucked with but now what to they do to me? They give me a match with a girl? A girl who hasn’t even been doing well? If she can’t hold her own with other girls, how does she expect to beat me? I thought maybe Dryden would’ve given me a good fight, but he couldn’t stand up to me. All I want is a good challenge and so far no one has been able to give me what I want, and what I want is a good fight. A fight that will push me to the edge and make me see what I’m really made of. How does a girl possibly expect to do that to me? Maybe in bed she could, but not in the ring, that’s for sure. All I ever wanted was good competition and I’m not even getting it in the famed and legendary Gladiator Wrestling Association. What do you want, Jake? Have you ever wanted to something so much, and you just can’t seem to get it no matter what? Isn’t there anything like that that you want?


Jake: Well I want this here stack of hotcakes with two eggs and bacon but I’m pretty sure I’m going to get it.


Xtreme: I meant out of life, you ass! Haven’t you been listening to me at all?


Jake: Oh, sorry I was too engrossed by looking over this menu. Then I started looking at the donuts at the people’s table behind you. They sure do look good.


Xtreme: I’m talking to myself, here. But anyway, ever since I joined the GWA almost a year and a half ago all I wanted out of this federation was a good fight. A good challenge that I wouldn’t forget for a long time. Matches so great that I could tell them with pride to my children and grandchildren; but thus far all I have gotten is half assed mid-card opponents that shouldn’t have even made it into the GWA. Sure I had matches with the now champ Odyssey and the former superstar Ashram Kenjin, but too few to be of any real importance to me. So I left for a little while thinking with time the roster would get better, have more talent that would make me feel that rush of excitement and adrenaline I once felt in the ring. I come back and what do I get? Xtreme-1, Johnny Razor and Dryden. Two of these men I seem to have run out of the company and the third just wasn’t having a good night. But still, these are not the challenges I came back for; and now I have to fight a girl? I’m beginning to think that the front office takes joy in embarrassing me by putting me in these matches. I’m beginning to think that they enjoy wasting my talent by forcing me to take part in these things they consider matches when all I consider them are wastes of my time. With every match that I shouldn’t be in, it only makes me angrier and angrier and that’s why every beating I’ve been handing out has been getting progressively worse and worse. Someone has to pay for making me fight in these degrading matches and I figure who better than the person across from me in the ring. So this week, just because my opponent is a girl, doesn’t mean I’m going to let up on her at all. If she wants to compete with the boys, then she’ll get treated like a boy. She’ll get treated like I treat everyone else, like shit. This Porcia Raventhorne girl has no idea what she’s getting into. I’ve been told she’s had a tough time winning in the past couple weeks and if that’s the case, I’m the last person she wants to be in the ring with. The higher ups want me to light a fire under her ass to get her going? Well I’ll do more than that, I’ll show her what happens when you fail in the GWA. When you do go out to the ring and give it one hundred percent every night, you get a beat down and I hear that this is exactly what Porcia needs and deserves. The GWA has been in a downward spiral lately and we don’t need another ass clinging on to the federation dragging it down. We need people who will excel and put forth their best effort, even if they lose. Porcia, I hear, hasn’t been trying at all and is just another person dragging this federation down.


Jake: Dude, don’t you think you’re being a little hard on her? I mean, after all she is just a girl.


Xtreme: If she wants to compete with the men, I’m not gonna treat her any different than I would treat any of them. She’s going to get all of what’s coming to her and nothing less.


(Just then the waitress walks up to their table)


Waitress: How are we this morning, guys? Can I get you two something to drink?


Xtreme: I’ll have a orange juice.


Jake: Can I have chocolate milk?


Waitress: Sure you can. Are you guys ready to order?


Xtreme: Yeah, I’ll have the 3 hotcakes with the eggs.


Waitress: How would you like your eggs?


Xtreme: Scrambled, please.


Jake: I’ll have the #5 with bacon and scrambled eggs.


Waitress: Alright, I’ll get those to you as soon as I can.


Jake: So you’re telling me you’d have no remorse for beating up this girl like you beat Xtreme-1 at that warehouse or how bad you beat him at the next Insurrection?


Xtreme: None whatsoever. If she wants a match with me, she’s going to get what I give to everyone else and that’s a red ass beat down. I’m not going to back down from her or let up on her just because she’s a girl. She should know what she’s getting into if she wants to compete with the men. It’s not my fault if she can’t keep up with me. It’s her own fault for thinking she would be able to carry a match with me, because all she is going to do is drag me down.


Jake: But I thought it wasn’t right to hit girls?


Xtreme: This is different, Jake. She’s a threat to me, basically, and I don’t back down from threats. She’s in my way, and she’s going to see what happens when people get into Xtreme’s way. If beating down this girl gets me one step closer to the Olympic title or the Maximus title then I have no regret about beating her down. If beating her means I climb one more rung on the GWA ladder, then so be it because I am sick and tired of having to fight people who don’t want to be here. If beating her means I get some more respect around the GWA, then so be it because I’m here because I want to be here, not because being here makes me look good. If all she wants out of this federation is the prestige that comes with being in it, well…she just doesn’t deserve to be there.


(Just then the waitress walks up with Xtreme and Jake’s orders. The two begin to voraciously eat their food seeing as how it’s been well over 12 hours since either of them last ate. Before the waitress can come back to ask if everything was good, they are both done and Xtreme asks for the check. The waitress looks kind of surprised as Jake and Xtreme head up to the cash register to pay for their meal. Jake hands Xtreme the money for his breakfast and Xtreme pulls out the money for his and he pays. They walk back outside and to their car. Xtreme looks at his watch and it is only 11 o’clock now. He and Jake get back into the car and Xtreme drives down to about 8th street and pulls up to a parking meter. He puts two quarters in and gets out. Jake follows him and they walk up to the boardwalk and into the Surf Mall. Jake has never been in here before and looks around in awe of all the posters, t-shirts, hats, and all around stuff that the Surf Mall has. Xtreme walks over to a wall that has many black t-shirts on the wall and begins to look them over. Jake starts to read a couple out loud)


Jake: Look at this one, it says “Oh Crap. You’re going to try and cheer me up, aren’t you?” That sounds like you, Xtreme. And look at this one…”New Jersey: ‘Where the Weak Are Killed and Eaten.’”


Xtreme: I think that’s more the GWA than New Jersey.


Jake: How about this one “New Jersey…The drugs, the pimps, the booze…I love this place.”


Xtreme: I like this one “G_ F_ck Y_ _rs_lf. Would you like to buy a vowel?”


Jake: Yeah that one is good but what about this one, “I used to be schizophrenic, but now we’re ok.” Or what about this one…


(Xtreme slowly backs away and leaves Jake standing there reading all the t-shirts out loud. Xtreme starts to walk away but Jake runs back up to him)


Jake: Hey, you almost left without me.


Xtreme: Oh, I hadn’t noticed. Hey don’t they have Poke`mon cards in here?


Jake: Poke`mon! Where!?!


(Jake takes off like a little kid trying to get away from a clown at a circus looking for the Poke`mon cards, which leaves Xtreme free to walk around the Surf Mall without Jake pointing out every little thing. Xtreme makes his way to the back of the Surf where there are posters all over the wall and a big book of posters on one wall. He begins to flip through the different posters, no seeming partial to any. Jake then appears behind him and taps him on the shoulder, startling Xtreme)


Jake: They didn’t have any Poke`mon cards, only poser Yu-Gi-Oh cards.


Xtreme: So you didn’t buy any.


Jake: No….I bought 7 starter packs that have like 50 cards each in them.


Xtreme: I thought you just said…never mind.


(Jake then begins to look around, and heads for a room that’s up a couple of stairs and over it says “Black light room. Limited time only, free tarot card readings”. Jake then walks over to the room and walks in and Xtreme does not try and stop him. Jake comes out a few minutes later and walks back over to Xtreme)


Jake: That was a weird room. It smelled funny and they had posters of this green leaf all over the walls. The tarot card lady scared me so I left.


Xtreme: Good for you, Jake. Hey look over there, isn’t that Pikachu?


Jake: Where!?


(Jake looks and Xtreme runs away but Jake sees him running and begins the chase after him. I wonder how long it will take for these two to get kicked out of the Surf Mall, or off of Ocean City for that matter. Looks like these two could be voted off the island, if you know what I mean….[Cricket noises]…Ok, it was a bad joke and I’m sorry. I’ll never make another Survivor reference again, I promise)

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