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Narrator: Malicious Intentions. It will be remembered as a landmark night in the GWA. The return of Chris Damm. The return of Anton Rayge. The return of Johnny Storm. And it will be remembered as the night that The Wicked carved a swath through the Union. They began early on, slapping a glove in the face of the entire Union, firing off numerous incendiary remarks. They then proceeded to defeat Drakestone and Doomsday. They dismantled Assassin with a steel chair, costing him the chance to gain the Maximus Title. And they returned later on, in a vicious attack on his partner, Snoops. Truly a night to remember… John Grim is slapping through the gears of his Firebird, flying down an interstate highway somewhere in Kentucky. Thanatos is reclined far back in the passenger seat, cap pulled down over his eyes. Thanatos: Goddamn, how long have we been on the road? Grim: Too long… and we’re only about halfway to Greensboro… Thanatos: I want to know what the hell the execs are thinking… We go from Las Vegas to Greensboro? That’s a huge downgrade… It’s like going from a 3-scoop banana split to a single scoop of vanilla ice cream… Grim: Say what? Thanatos: Ummm… let me think how to explain this easily… GREENSBORO SUCKS! A little shithole town in the southeast. Last week we were basking in the glow of Las Vegas, the city of sin, riding The Strip, throwing dice, playing cards, rubbing up against the rich and famous, plus the wonderful ladies… and this week? We get to bask in the half-lit back alleys of Greensboro, the city of shit. Grim: Hey, we’ve been through this before, haven’t we? You gotta do the little arenas to be able to do the big time shit like Caesars… Thanatos: But couldn’t they do it somewhere more convenient… somewhere closer? This drive is killing me! Grim: Killing you? You ain’t been doing anything but sitting your ass in that seat the whole time! Grim pulls out a pack of Winston, raising it to his mouth and pulling a single cig out with his teeth. He tosses the pack on the dashboard, then pulls out his trusty Zippo. With one deft move, he flicks it open and spins the wheel on his pants leg, producing a blue-orange flame. He lights the cigarette, and with a snap of the wrist shuts the lighter, placing it back in his coat pocket. Thanatos: That’s what, the third pack since we left Nevada? Grim: Nope… fourth. Thanatos: Jesus fucking Christ, man, I don’t know how you do all this wrestling shit, considering how much you smoke… Grim: What are you, my fucking mother? Why don’t you shut your trap, or I’ll put the butt out in your eye! Thanatos: Settle, settle… no need to get your panties in a bunch… what, are you still a little sore about me eliminating you? Grim throws a steely glance in Thanatos’ direction Grim: Well, would you be happy if I had eliminated you? Of course I’m a little annoyed… but I’ll get over it. We didn’t really have a choice… Fury had to go and make that damned match, and that little shit Eric Rayne drew us onto different teams… It pisses me off more that your team won, though… you get a shot at the number one contendership for the Gladiator title on Wednesday now… Thanatos: So the hell what? You get a shot at the Maximus title! We saw last week just how well Drake Maxwell can wrestle… if we hadn’t come on out and beat Assassin halfway to Albuquerque… Grim: Alba-where? Thanatos: It’s in New Mexico… anyways, if we hadn’t wrecked him up good, Drake would have lost the belt. This match should be no problem whatsoever for you… Grim: What’s to prevent Assassin from trying to take a piece outta my ass this week? Thanatos: Me. I’ll watch your back, don’t worry… Grim: Well, I wasn’t… but now I am… you watching my back? What was your line that one time… “I’ll be right behind you… about a hundred yards”? Thanatos: I was just joking, dude… we’re tight man, we’re The Wicked… We’re that DAMN GOOD! We’re all that and a pile of walnuts… I’ve got your back, and I’m confident you got mine… Grim tosses the cigarette butt out the window, causing a shower of sparks on the roadway behind the car. Thanatos: Are we there yet? Grim: No, we still got a way to go… Thanatos: Are we there yet? Grim: No, not yet dammit… Thanatos: Are we th- Thanatos is cut off as Grim slams on the brakes, causing Thanatos to fly forward in the seat. Grim quickly stomps on the gas, pressing Thanatos hard back to the seat. Thanatos: Owww, man, that was most definitely not cool… Grim: Do you ever shut up? Thanatos: Now you know me better than that… hey, rest stop 1 mile! And they have a McDonald’s! Can we stop, can we, huh, huh, can we stop? I want a Happy Meal! Grim: Good God… How old are you? Thanatos: Older than you… Grim: Point taken… yeah, I guess we can stop… My ass is sore from sitting, get up, stretch, grab something to eat… yeah, sounds good to me… Thanatos: TURN HERE! Just as the car is about to fly past the off-ramp, Grim pulls a hard right turn, rocking the car hard, tires letting out a wail as the car tips slightly up to two wheels and comes rocking back down. A trucker flies past, air horn blaring, as Grim slows the car down. They drive around the parking lot, finally finding a slot. Grim slams the car into neutral, stomps the parking break and turns the car off quickly, jumping out. Grim: Now wasn’t that a thrill! He leans over, looking back into the car. Thanatos is still in his seat, fingernails dug deep into the upholstery, face pale. Thanatos: Don’t…. ever… and I mean… don’t… FUCKING… ever… do… that… AGAIN, DAMMIT! Grim: Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad now… Thanatos: I saw my whole life flash in front of my eyes… and you know what I saw? Grim: Nope. You saw it, not me. Thanatos: Not enough pussy… Thanatos opens the passenger side door and climbs out. Slamming the doors, the duo walks up to the rest stop, Thanatos yawning and stretching, Grim kicking a pebble along. Thanatos: Damn, I gotta take a wiz… You go ahead to Mickey D’s, I’ll be over in a minute or so. Grim walks to the restaurant as Thanatos heads to the bathrooms. Thanatos enters the bathroom, which is far from clean. A pair of feet can be seen under the stall nearest the window, no one else in the room. As Thanatos steps up to a urinal, a large man enters the bathroom, walking up to the urinal next to Thanatos. Thanatos: Hey man, don’t you know the rules of men’s bathrooms? Don’t take a urinal next door unless there’s nowhere else… The man, who stands about four inches taller than Thanatos and is a bit more substantial in size, looks Thanatos up and down. Man: I’ll piss wherever the hell I want to… Thanatos: Oh, goddammit, why do people have to be so damn ornery? Thanatos starts to take piss. Sensing something, he turns his head to find the trucker taking a peek at little Thanatos… Thanatos: Okay, boyo, this ain’t working… I suggest you quit doing that. Man: Now look here, little bitch… Thanatos: Hold on a second… I don’t need any trouble, just stopping here for a piss and a bite to eat… Man: Then keep your mouth shut and there won’t be any… Thanatos: Hey, you were the one trying to get a glimpse of my willie… Thanatos finishes and zips up. He turns and begins to walk past the man, who backs up a step, causing Thanatos to bump into him. Man: Goddammit, you little shit, I’m going to kick your ass so hard you’ll be spitting out shoe leather! Thanatos keeps walking, but the man grabs him by the shoulder. Thanatos: Remove the hand… or lose it. Man: I’m gonna… ack! The man is cut off as Thanatos whirls around and cuts off the man’s sentence with a swift jab to the solar plexus, followed by an upraised knee right into the groin. The man stumbles back against the wall… He lunges back at Thanatos, who grabs his arm and twists, putting an armbar on the man. Thanatos whips the man around, face first into the door of an empty stall. As the man bounces off, Thanatos grabs the edge of the door and slams it into the face of the man, who drops down to the ground. Thanatos: Damn… some people just don’t know when they’re beat… Seeing that the man is knocked out, Thanatos takes his head and shoves it into the toilet. Thanatos flushes the toilet and steps back as the man pulls his head out of the toilet, sputtering and spitting water. The man lays on the floor coughing as Thanatos goes to wash his hands. As he’s washing, the toilet in the back flushes, and a state trooper comes walking out. The trooper looks in the stall, sees the man is alive and slumped against the wall, then walks over next to Thanatos and begins to wash his own hands. Trooper: Don’t worry ‘bout him… he’s a local, drives a dump truck… never sober. Thanatos: Well, maybe he’d better think before he drinks, eh? Trooper: You’re a damn Yankee, I can tell by the accent… you’d best get about your business here and get moving, because Yanks aren’t much welcome… I won’t nail you for beating his ass, he deserved it… but I’ll be watching you til you get the hell out of this rest stop, so best be careful… Thanatos: So much for Southern hospitality… Thanatos dries his hands and leaves the bathroom. Narrator: meanwhile, while Thanatos was dealing with some rebel pride, Grim was dealing with some difficulties of his own. Grim is standing halfway back in the line at McDonalds, talking to himself. Grim: Dammit all… I have to wait this long in this line to get McDonald’s? This stuff is crap… Why couldn’t there be a Bob’s Big Boy or a Roy Rogers or something? A little kid in overalls runs by, bumping into Grim. Soon after that, a second kid runs up, chasing the first. They run around Grim for a while. The second kid attempts to shoot the first with a water pistol, but misses and hits Grim. Grim turns and glares, the kid ducks behind a trash can. Grim: Damn little kids… glad I don’t have any. The first kid runs past again, and once again Grim gets hit by a shot of water. He turns just in time to catch the grinning kid ducking back behind his trashcan. A moment later, a third shot nails Grim on the cheek. Frustrated, Grim walks around a few tables, behind the kid with the water pistol. The tot looks out to where Grim was and doesn’t see him, looking confused. A moment later, Grim snatches the water pistol out of the kid’s hands, picking the kid up by the straps of the overalls. He looks around and walks over to a table where the first child has run. A beleaguered lady is sitting there, caring for another kid. Grim walks over, holding the to the caught at arm’s length, by the straps of his overalls. Grim: Hey, lady, is this your kid? The lady looks up and recoils in shock at the site of the extremely large man who is holding her son suspended in mid air. Lady: Um… umm… uhhh… eek… Grim: I’ll take that as a yes. You might want to take some advice and put a leash on this little snot-nosed brat before he gets into trouble. At this, he plops the shocked child down next to the mother, and turns and walks back to the line. Finding the place where he was, he goes to step back in line. The person who took his place looks at him, then steps back, motioning Grim into the spot. Grim: Damn little… I hate those little shits… I wish they would… He looks up as there is a sound of people bumping around in the bathroom. Grim: Damn it, I hope he didn’t do something stupid again… Grim soon steps up to the cash register as the sounds top coming from the bathroom. Grim: Um… yeah, I’d like a Big Mac meal, large sized, with a Pepsi… Cashier (in a heavy southern accent): Alrighty then, Big Mac meal, super sized, Dr. Pepper… comes to four dollars and ninety cents please… Grim: I said large sized, not super, and with Pepsi, not Dr. Pepper… Cashier: Oh, I’m sorry sir… okay, Big Fish meal, large, with a Sprite… that will be four dollars and sixty cents please… Grim (under his breath): Now we know why you’re working at McDonalds… Cashier: Excuse me? Grim: Let me slow this down for you, junior… I said a BIG MAC meal, LARGE, with PEPSI! Cashier: Well why didn’t you say so in the first place… that comes to four dollars and thirty cents. Grim shakes his head and dumps the money out on the counter. The cashier counts it, then goes to the rear and brings out Grim’s meal. Grim: Gee, thanks… Cashier: Have a nice day… Grim takes his food and sits down, just in time to be joined by Thanatos, who comes wandering out of the bathroom and sits down across from Grim. Grim: What was all that banging and crashing in the bathroom? Thanatos: You don’t want to know… Grim: C’mon, we’re pals, you can- Thanatos: Trust me… you don’t want to know… Grim: Fine, be that way… The pair sit there in silence as Grim continues to eat, Thanatos looking off into the distance. Narrator: To be continued… Copyright 2002, The Wicked
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