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Date Posted: 20:36:52 10/22/01 Mon
Author: Jack Otis
Subject: ...

((( A Satan's Fold and an Icon's Smackdown on cold hard cement. The darkness pulsates. It pulsates in his head... his eyes. Like the whole room just seems to swell inward. He holds the belt close to his chest as he turns himself over on his stomach, breathing heavy as the dizziness makes the ground sway back and forth and in other crazy directions. He isn't sure if he can pull himself up. He's felt this before. He knows it's best to let the feeling pass. Better to get up when you're feeling okay, than to try to get up and then fall on your face. Falling on your back hard is a strange feeling. If you hit your back hard enough, your head hurts. What the hell's up with that? How long has he been lying here? Doesn't really matter to anyone else, does it? No one cares...Jack shakes his head viciously, but it aches more so he lies back down flat, cheek to the cold pavement. It was a tough battle with Rade, but he won. And that's why he's the Falconer Champion. He's not only better than all lightweights in the GWA, but he's better than any of the others without gold. He beat Rade because he's a champion and Rade is not. Jack is better all around than Rade is. Rade... he's just another victom. Just another guy that will come, stay a while, and then pass on like sooo many others. Jack's seen them all. Coming... coming.... going. Jack Otis... he's a stone. He'll be there till the end. End of story. Only those with a lot of talent tend to stay for a long while. But even People like Johnny Storm and Ryken left eventually.

Jim Daher. Jim Daher is a different story. The guy who just sambo slammed him into the ground. This guy is here to stay. But why should Jack have to deal with this stupid bullshit? Jim Daher is only jealous. A jealous little runt who acts up when he can't get his way. No matter how many times Jim Daher slams Jack Otis, no matter how many times Jim Daher jumps Jack Otis backstage... he can't make Jack Otis take back what he said. Because it's the truth. That match was pathetic. And Jack will say it again, too. Things are changing. People like Jim Daher are getting tired. Everyone is. Jack is, too. But no matter how many times Jim Daher pulls shit like that, Jack will never take back what he said and he will never let Jim Daher beat him fairly and the square ring.

Someone calls his name softly. Either that or Jack is losing his sense of hearing. He tries to answer back. )))

Jack: "Huh?..."

((( Sherry lifts his head a little bit. Jack opens his eyes. Standing over him as well as two parametics. )))

Sherry: "You okay?"

((( Jack realises he's on a gourney. Still in the arenaa, but in the back of the truck. Jack sits up, but a searing pain rips through his head. )))

Jack: "...whaddaya think? Holy shit...."

((( Jack holds the sides of his head. Sherry frowns conerned and rubs Jack's head. )))

Sherry: "You took a really hard bump, there, didn't ya?"

((( Sherry sits beside Jack on the gourney. )))

Sherry: "You gonna be okay?"

((( Jack shakes his head... not denying but trying to shake the darkness off. )))

Jack: "Uh..."

((( Sherry gets up with a hand on his shoulder. )))

Sherry: "Maybe you should spend the night in the hospital-"

((( Jack gets up and his head hurts more. )))

Jack: "No, no no!! I'm fine!"

((( Jack holds his head. )))

Jack: "Why shouldn't I be fine? Sheesh, all they did was slam me a couple of times with their pathetic so-called 'finishers.' That can't stop me! That can't even put me in the hospital for a few hours! Fuck Jim Daher and his bed buddy Bedlam! They can kiss my ass! And that's probably what they'll be doin' once I get time to kick their asses! Can you believe the nerve of those guys?! Attackin' th' Falconer Champion?!"

((( Sherry leans over towards a paramedic. )))

Sherry: "I think he's okay. You guys can leave now."

((( They nod and take the gourney back into the truck. )))

Jack: "Oh, and look at this, will ya? Look at it! They scuffed my belt! My precious belt! They scuffed it!"

((( Sherry looks at the tiny mark made in Jack's two decents. )))

Sherry: "It isn't that bad, Jack. A little polish and it'll be like it was never there."

((( Jack grunts as he throws the belt onto his shoulder. )))

Jack: "At any rate, we can't let 'em get away with this! How dare he jump me backstage! That guy has no balls! We're gonna get them!"

((( Sherry raises an eyebrow. )))

Sherry: "We?"

((( Jack smiles and puts an are around his girlfriend. )))

Jack: "Yeah! I'll request a tag match with those two losers, Jim Daher and Bedlam and we can kick their asses!"

((( They begin to walk back towards the arena. )))

Sherry: "Hmmm."

((( Jack begins to swagger. )))

Jack: "Both of 'em! Push overs!"

* * *


"I'm having a harder and harder time controling my own personal time. It was easy way back when, but there are so many tears near the beginning everything is going wrong. A lot of times I have trouble keeping my shape as a cat. I'm always changing into an elephant or a zebra or sometimes a tiger. Back when I first got into time control and travelling and so on, I had no worries. But as my own personal time (you can never escape from time) got older, there began to be tears back earlier. Now, I never really thought of them as a threat, so I never went back to fix them. Now they're beginning to over welm me! I don't know if I'll be able to go in the right places. I don't know how long I'll be able to control myself, either.

Of course, I've got other problems, too.

It's hard to coach someone so arrogant as Jack Otis. This man doesn't want to listen to anything you have to tell him. It's really a shame, too. How long will it take for him to lose the Falconer belt, huh? Maybe he'll keep it for maybe two more weeks, but there are a lot of other lightweights who could take it away from him just like that! I have to work on that arrogance of his. But it's going to be hard. After all, it's part of him, isn't it? I mean, many wrestlers brag because that's what all wrestlers do, but it's starting to fuse into his personality! I dunno where it started. Maybe he won a game of basket ball by some stroke of luck? Maybe a talent contest? There must have been something to set it off...

I've reviewed Jack's history. His wrestling history.

He joined the GWA two years ago. Just after the Survival Wrestling Association closed. When people were saying there last good-byes, a former super star in the SWA began to advertise his new federation which is the Gladiator Wrestling Association. Of course, Dark Tiger ran right over to it. But instead of wrestling himself, Jack joined and Dark Tiger became his manager.I must say, Jack had a lot of talent, even from the beginning. With Dark Tiger training him, he quickly climbed to the top of the federation. He almost became the first ever Maximus Champion, but Emerald Tiger beat him with the help of some of his friends.

Tiger nor Jack have had very much luck with 'gold' in the past. Tiger had wrestled so many title matches before he finally won one. He beat Ryosuke Mistsurugi for the Maximus Championship, leaving Ryo in a puddle of his own blood, unconcious. Then he won the Gladiator Championship soon after, beating Anton Rayge in a cage match.

Jack has become the Falconer Champ the second time, and maybe the last if he doesn't focus a little more. Right now I'm a little more concerned with myself..."

* * *


"Ah, it's your hero once again. It's your frikken' hero. Yes, yes, I know. The two time Falconer Champion and the all-time best wrestler EVER to step into the Gladiator Wrestling Association! Yeah, all you really devoted fans and wrestlers should remember this, and even if you weren't around, you should 'cause I've said it soooo many times. I was the best, and when I returned, I am once again! Could've been the first Maximus Champion, but I was cheated. Well, guess what? Now I have the chance to get the belt that I've long since deserved! If I had won it like I was supposed to, I would have still had it!That wouldn't've been believeable with anyone else, but you gotta remember who's talking here. Now, about this Maximus Championship...

You ever see that movie Gladiator? Y'know, the one about that general who gets enslaved and kicks everybody's ass in the gladiating arena? It was really cool. The first time I had seen multiple beheadings that actually looked real! He was hacking and slashing his way to victory, never slipping up! Just like I did! Not only did I hack down everyone in my path, but if I didn't, I came back later and beat them harder! Now for a rather, less riveting topic...

His name's Ashram Kenji. Never heard of him? Neither have I. Quite frankly, my life has been better not even knowing this guy exists! Can you believe this asshole became Maximus Champion? Why should he hold a belt named after a mythical gladiator? Someone like me should! Ashram Kenji is nothing but an arrogant, fat-assed bastard that's gonna take a really hard fall when he loses his precious belt. I'm surprised he wears that around his waist instead of on his head! Seriously, his head's really beginning to swell! I hate it when new guys come in, and just because the fans mark out for them because they think they're some kind of bad ass, they get title shots against losers! I almost had that belt too! But now it's you and me, Assram...

...you should be scared. You think just because I have a small frame that I'll be a push over? Biiiig mistake, Assram, biiig mistake. I've downed a lot of shitheads like you that weighed three times as me! And you know what? I Cannon Elbowed their asses out of conciousness! I hit them so hard in the head that a lot of them still think I'm nothing. Well, you know what? That's okay! Why? Because I will just keep beating them. Over and over and over. You? Once I beat you, you'll say something weak like, "You got lucky. Beating Jack Otis will be easy," but you what, Assram? It won't. It won't be easy at all. Even to stand up to me. You're pathetic, spouting out you're poetry and dictionary entries like you're some kinda of super genius or intuectual as well as a hard ass. I'll knock you down off your podium 'cause I'm up here and there's only room for one!

Why don't I make a poem? Couldn't be too hard...

Assram succumbs to glory that comes often

But in reality, he is as soft as cotton

Many corpses fall at the elbow, and lie there, reeking and rotten

Distilled is the pool of Ashram's glory

Just one elbow, and it's the end of the story

Heaven rejoices and Hell weeps

But no one cares, but Ashram's peeps

After Wednesday, for the dragon comes one thousand eternal sleeps

Simply done and simply said

Ashram is as bad as he is dead

Red goes the face of the Maximus Champion

His pants leak from piss and lack of tampon

Unlike a long, awful poem, the match will be short

And Ashram can't cheat because of his lack of a cohort

Ashram's cockiness will only help to impede

The arrogance and swollen head, which is his misdeed

Sleep, Ashram, sleep and don't wake up

I'll laugh as the sweat dripping smears your make up

Once I shatter Ashram's image, maybe he'll finally wake up




See? Not too hard. So, Assram, are you ready? No, not to fight, but to run out of the country? Hmmph. Well, if the answer was no, then it should've been a yes. Prepare to feel real embarrassment, Assram. Prepare to feel real pain. Wednesday, there will be a new Maximus Champion. And his name is Jack Otis."

* * *


"Jack... you there?"

"Yup, I'm here. What just happened?"

"I tried to drag us back in time.... we need to reach a guy I know. I'm not sure where he is right now. He'd be able to point us the right direction. To fix the tears in my timeline."

"So we're stuck here?"

"For the time being..."

".... ah shit."

"...."

"This is weird."

"Remember when I told you that all empires fall?"

"Yup, definitely. Why?"

"A lot of things are like that. Not too many things last forever. At least nothing in the living world. But then again, even in the after life, things go on and on and on so you never know if things will always be the same... And belt reigns. They don't last forever, either."

"Exactly. that's why I'm gonna beat Assram into the ground on Wednesday!"

"It works the other way around, y'know. You always forget that. You can strike a man, but he can also strike you back just as easily. Some reigns are short, others are longer. You don't know if you will beat him or not. Kenji is a strong warrior."

"Oh and I'm not?"

"...."

"Yes, you are, but as strong as Kenji is doubful."

"..."

"..."

((( The world swirls back into order. Jack feels the weight return to his feet once again as he contacts with the ground. )))

Jack: "You think I'm gonna lose? Ha. I'll show you. Later."

((( Jack turns crisply and strides down the sidewalk. Bach's tail twitches a little as he watches him go. )))

* * *


((( The smell of the old books, the feeling of time in the air... it's almost too much. The force is strong so close to where Bach needs to be. It might not be the actual portal, but the anticipation. Or maybe it is just because Bach has not been in human form for so long. The stone walls seem to edge closer as Bach gets to the old wooden door. It's a very dark brown and has a very ominous appeal, for some reason. Bach knocks, the sound reverberating down the hall and closer to the surface. )))

"Come in."

((( Bach steps in quickly, and closes the heavy door behind him. A dark haired man sits at a messy desk, strewn with papers and ancient tomes. He looks up slightly, over his gold wirde glasses. )))

"Ah.... Bach. I think I know what you've come for... but why?"

((( Bach looks at the old, bronze watch on the only clear spot on the desk. )))

Bach: "Tears, Felis. Rips in my timeline. I'm having trouble controlling myself..."

((( Felis smiles slightly. )))

Felis: "That's what happens when students start out too early. You never did get your magister's blessing before going on your own, did you? Yeah, that's right. I remember now.Didn't know enough to go back and mend them as they came. Probably too late now... Well, take it. It'll help you hold on."

((( Bach picks up the watch and holds it close to his heart as he opens the door and leaves, shutting it behind him again. It isn't just him who's in danger now. It's the universe. So many rips have occured... Bach shudders and slowly walks through the ill-lighted passage way. )))

* * *


((( Jack Otis smiles and turns a quarter circle, holding his Falconer Championship close. )))

Jack: "You know what? Fuck others opinions. Why should I listen to stupid bullshit other people give me for, huh? Why should I care if others' doubt me? I'm everybody's frikken hero for cryin' out loud! Have I done it before? I've won gold. I've beaten opponents that have been taller and stronger and heavier than me. I'm a small guy to be a pro wrestler, yeah. But I still provail. Why? Because I'm good, simple. In fact, I'm great. I'd say, much better than Assram Kenji, much better than Anton Rayge, much better than Jim Daher. I'm much better than all of them. I'm not just some short guy makin' a livin'. I'm a warrior. A wrestler of th' best kind. Joey Jackson thinks he's a dyin' breed? Hell, I'm th' last of my kind! There will never be one like me, Jack Otis. Never. ot in a hundred years. Not in a thousand - a million!"

((( Jack suddenly snaps his head towards Ross Bobby, looking him dead in the eye. )))

Ross: "Jack, you have the chance to become Maximus Champion, after two years of waiting. Your comments on the match?"

((( Jack looks into space again. )))

Jack: "Well, you shoulda known it from what I jus' said, but whatever. What do I think about Kenji? What do I think about th' Maximus Championship? Assram Kenji... he can't eat shit and die for all I care. All I want is that Falconer Championship. He thinks he can beat me so easily. Ha. He sounds just like that other stupid asshole Anton Rayge. Now-a-days, they're all alike! They all say somethin' stupid like, 'He'll be an easy win' like they have no equal. Either that, or enough thoughts don't run through their head to say much more. Kenji? He's just a passerby in this world. He'll come and then he'll leave th' GWA soon enough just like everyone else has. Me? I deserve that belt as well as the one I have hung on my shoulder because I'm a contender. A surviver. People like Kenji? He'll give up after a loss or two. Then it'll be bye-bye, Kenji. And I'll be glad to have gotten rid of him."

((( Ross laughs dryly. )))

Ross: "You mean you think you can just get rid of Assram- Ashram Kenji like that?"

((( Ross smirks mockingly at Jack, but Jack smiles lightly. )))

Jack: "Yeah, that's right. I do. I've seen people like him before. Not just in the Gladiator Wrestlin' Association. Not just in wrestling, but outside of it. There are people who will only do things that they become good at right away. Kenji? bet he's one of them. Thinkin' that he'll get an easy win because he happens to be bigger? Feh. Like that'll ever happen. I've knocked out guys like Doomsday with my elbow and Kenji still thinks he'll get away with an easy win.Well, I've beaten many big wrestlers in my time as a wrestler. This Maximus Championship? It's mine.... I can feel it restin' on my other shoulder right now... I can feel my elbow jamming into Assram's chin already... I can feel victory..."

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