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Date Posted: 23:11:33 10/15/01 Mon
Author: Hayle
Subject: Here we go again!!!! Doom & Doomsday

It’s up and away. Going home is always depressing but not today. Hayle is sat on a first class plane and it is Monday the 15th of October. Hayle’s vacation is over and he is all systems go for his and Rayne's quest for the Tag Title quest. You would have thought the man would be kind of distraught after leaving a beautiful apartment and losing his family, with a private beach, in sunny Madrid, behind him. But he is not. Do you know why? Because everyday that passes, is a day closer to Wednesday night. A match between the phoniest Tag Team in the GWA Doomsday & Doom and the real Tag Champions Total Destruction. Hayle will finally achieve what he and Rayne deserve their Titles are the quest and they will fullfill it.

The plane is a small jet but it’s not a private jet. The plane holds about 50 seats, evenly spaced out, and each seat is filled. Hayle is sitting in the third row from the front in the middle of a young boy with jam jar glasses and a Gameboy. He is wearing a yellow Pokemon T-shirt and some tight denim jeans. I’m guessing that he is about nine years old.
On the other side of Hayle is completely the opposite. It is a sweet old lady with some knitting on her lap. She is wearing a long brown skirt and a red cardigan. She also has some glasses but is slightly more wrinkled than the boy. I’m guessing she is about ninety-nine. She also smells quite a lot.
Hayle concentrates on his journey ahead and slips some headphones into his ears. He presses play on his Mini-disc player and is shocked by the sudden impact of "Eye for an eye" by Soulfly. He turns up the volume dial to full and sits back.

Hayle: (Singing badly.) Cannot find you ruin! Everything’s in ruins! Your soul remains insane! Eye for an...

Hayle notices the whole plane looking at him with some concern. He shuts up quickly and apologizes to the people trying to get rest. He turns the volume dial down a touch.

Hayle: Sorry. Didn’t realize how loud I was. But DON"T GIVE A DAMN!!!!!

Everyone carries on with what he or she was doing and the brightness of Hayle’s face fades.
The plane is a nice plane and the general mood is relaxed. A lot of snootiness around but what do you expect? There is plenty of legroom for Hayle to stretch and relax his legs. He doesn’t want his muscles to be tight for Wednesday does he? This was partly the reason he booked first class.
The variety of different people on the plane is quite wide. The majority is your typical snooty, wealthy people who wouldn’t dare fly with the common folk. Other than these people, Hayle can notice a few obvious GWA fans. Every now and then he would notice teenagers, younger kids and even some mid-twenties male and females glancing at him with thoughtful expressions on their faces. As if they’re trying to figure out where they recognize him. Hayle ignores them all and waits for them to figure it out.
As "Bleed" by Soulfly kicks in, Hayle starts to let his eyes close together but suddenly realizes that he is incredibly hungry. His eyes shoot back open and he searches for the nearest stewardess. He scans the plane and he sees not one hostess. The hunger increases as time passes by and Joey reaches for his backpack under the seat. He picks up a blue Quicksilver bag from under his own seat. As he comes back up, he jogs the old lady who is knitting.

Hayle: "Oh sorry".Maam!!!!!

LADY: That’s quite all right young man.

Hayle smiles and quickly turns away. It seems as if old ladies intimidate the poor lad. He rests his bag on his lap just as "Bleed' starts. He searches the front pocket first of all and pulls out a pen.

Hayle: That’s no good.


(He searches further, frowns and zips it back up. He then undoes the main zip.)

Hayle: "Come on, I’m starving."

(His belly starts to ache now and he digs deep into the bag. It doesn’t contain very much and he isn’t searching for long. He finds a Twix wrapper, another pen, a copy of Kerrang!, a tape and a Tampax wrapper. His ex-wife borrowed this bag last week. Apparently. The old lady looks at him.)

Hayle: "It’s my ex-wifes. She borrowed my bag.

LADY: Yes dear.

She smiles and Hayle goes red. He turns away from her again and zips up the bag. He chucks it under his seat and scans the plane again. The plane is in basic silence. An occasional snore here and there and an occasional mutter of conversation. Hayle sits right up in his sight and all of a sudden his eyes light up and his mouth smiles. Coming through a curtain at the top of the plane is a girl in her early twenties. She has shoulder length blond hair and is wearing some bright red lipstick which is almost the color of Hayle’s hair. She is wearing a short mini-skirt and a tight white shirt with a blue jacket over it. Her name badge says, Sue the stewardess.

STEWARDESS. Bingo! Hayle hits the jackpot.

(He gets out of his sit and is determined to cut her off before she disappears at the other end of the plane. He cuts across the little boy and jogs his Gameboy.)

Hayle: Sorry kid. I’m desperate.

KID: It’s ok.

(He seems nice. I bet he’s a fan. Hayle plans to start a conversation as soon as he has completed his mission. Operation: snack bar. Hayle escapes from his seat and walks head on to the stewardess. She notices him and they stop halfway up the airplane.)

STEWARDESS: Excuse me sir. We are expecting some slight turbulence very soon and it is in your own interest of safety to stay in your seat.

Hayle: Well, I was just wondering whether it is at all possible to get a slight snack. Anything, chocolate, crisps, biscuits, anything! I’m starving.

STEWARDESS: Well if you sit down and be patient dinner will be served very soon. Sausages and mashed potatoes with a bread roll and a light desert.

Hayle: Very nice but I’m actually quite hungry now. Do you think you could bring me something?

STEWARDESS: Look Mr. Hayle. Just because you are a famous wrestler, doesn’t mean you can run this plane!

Hayle is shell-shocked. His name must get around.

Hayle: How... Why..

STEWARDESS: Come one Hayle. You’re even more famous than you think and plus my son’s a big fan. Now please sit down and I will bring down the snack cart.

Hayle: O-ok. Thanks a lot.

(The stewardess turns her nose up, in typical fashion and walks off with a rather snooty attitude towards the 6 ft 2, 27 year old.)

Hayle: (To himself.) I guess she isn’t big on wrestling then.

Hayle turns back towards his seat, disappointed with his journey. He climbs into his seat and tightens his belt. He sits and waits for his snack cart. I mean everyone else’s snack cart. There’s no need to be greedy now is there.
He turns and looks at the boy who is sat next to him. He decides, to make help time pass by, to attempt to make conversation. The boy’s head is buried into his Gameboy. Hayle doesn’t want to disturb him but the boredom is increasing.

Hayle: What’re you playing?

BOY: Pokemon of course.

Hayle: Cool. I never really got into it myself.

BOY: That’s because you’re all old and stuff. The specific target audience for Pokemon products is between 4 and 12 years old.

Hayle: Of course.

(Hayle sits back and listens to the sounds of the boy frantically tapping the buttons. The boys knowledge of Pokemon prevails Hayle’s and Joey tries to change the subject.)

Hayle: Umm... So where’s your mom?

BOY: She’s dead.

Hayle: Oh. Where’s your dad?

BOY: Dead.

Hayle: I’m sorry.

(The intended conversation isn’t going to well really is it?)

Hayle: Who are you here with then?

BOY: My aunt.

Hayle: Do you live with her?

BOY: Yes.

Hayle: Have you been on a vacation?

BOY: Yes.

Hayle: Was it fun?

BOY: Yes.

Hayle: Oh. You don’t talk a lot do you?

BOY: Not really.

Hayle: Oh.

(This is hopeless. Joey decides to give up but after twelve seconds, he realizes that sitting around waiting for his food to come isn’t really very interesting so he tries again.)

Hayle: You hungry?

BOY: Um. A little bit.

Hayle: There should be a snack cart coming round soon. Do you want me to get something for you?

BOY: No thank you. My auntie is at the front of the plane. She could get it and also I don’t want to take money from you.

Hayle: I don’t mind. I have plenty of it. Do you know who I am?

BOY: Yes. Everyone does.

(Hayle is again shocked. The kid knows who he is but he doesn’t seem to care the slightest bit. Hayle is actually quite annoyed that he hasn’t asked for an autograph or anything.)

Hayle: Are you a fan of the GWA?

BOY: Yes.

Hayle: Oh. Would you like an autograph?

BOY: Thanks but no thanks.

LADY: I will.

Hayle: Maybe later.

(Hayle is distraught. A little boy doesn’t want an autograph but the old lady beside him does. The cheek of the kid. Let’s try harder.)

Hayle: Are you sure? It’s no trouble.

BOY: No.

Hayle: Fine. Do you have a favorite wrestler?

BOY: Yes.

(Hayle looks hopefully at the kid and continues to bother him.)

Hayle: Who is it?

BOY: Doom & Doomsday.

(Hayle’s face drops. So this is why he doesn’t want to know. The kid is scared to talk to the man who is going to destroy his hero. It’s all clear now.)

Hayle: Ok then. Do you like them a lot?

BOY: Yes.

Hayle: Me & my Brother are going to kill those chumps Wednesday...

BOY: I know! I know you are. Wednesday the 17th of October.

Hayle: So you’re a big fan then?

BOY: I’m a big fan of Doom & Doomsday, they rock.

(Hayle starts to dislike the kids’ arrogance and decides to be bad guy and start to taunt him. It’s his own fault for liking Doom & Doomsday in the first place. Who the hell would want to be a fan of them?)

Hayle: “Are you going to watch the big match?

BOY: Yes.

Hayle: What’s your prediction?

BOY: ...

Hayle: Hello?

BOY: What?

Hayle: Who do you think will win the match? You know, GWA Tag Championship rankings are involved for the winners of this match, the biggest Tag prize around.

BOY: Um.... Doom & Doomsday of course.

(The kid doesn’t sound very sure at all. The words Doom & Doomsday was said with slight uncertainty. It makes you wonder where this kids’ heart really is.)

Hayle: It’s not a very safe bet is it?

BOY: What isn’t?

Hayle: Doom & Doomsday winning on Wednesday...

BOY: Why?

Hayle: Because they are facing Me & Rayne. (Laughing.)

BOY: You sound confident.

Hayle: That’s because I am.

BOY: Too confident if you ask me. Maybe even a little cocky.

Hayle: I was born to be confident. I don’t see why I shouldn’t be confident.

BOY: Well duh! You are going to be facing the best Tag Team in the business. The GWA Tag Gold! A couple of schmucks like you & Rayne are trying to fight for something, which is way out of you league.

Hayle: You’re not very nice are you?

BOY: I don’t like dreamers.

Hayle: Fair enough.

(The cockiness of the boy is really getting to him now. He’s going to try and reason with him but I don’t think it’s going to work.)

Hayle: So, how come you’re not a fan of us then?

BOY: I used to. When you were fighting in a different fed under different names but we won't get into that.

Hayle: But Hayle & Rayne are the Tag Team backbone of the GWA.

BOY: So, once you ditched your beliefs I had to find someone else and Doom & Doomsday are the team for me..

(Ah hah! A glory supporter. Let’s break him down.)

Hayle: Wait a minute kid! I didn’t ditch my beliefs. we were fighting for a lost cause in that other fed. We were fighting for something, which could get us fired any minute.

BOY: Yeah well there’s another reason I don’t like you two.

Hayle: Whats that?

BOY: You ditched the NGW for a GWA contract. Why Hayle, why? You used to be so loved.

Hayle: Excuse me. I still am and when we win on Wednesday We still will be.

BOY: If you win.

Hayle: No, when we win. Doom & Doomsday have no chance.

BOY: Only because your "chums" will help you.

Hayle: Listen, We don’t need anyone. They’re not going to be helping us. Cause we just have Me & Rayne...No one else matters..

BOY: What about that Rozz & Rade?

Hayle: What about them bitches?

BOY: They are going to be at ringside ain't they?

Hayle: We don't mess with them wanna be's anymore they are on our hit list too..

BOY: Fair enough.

Hayle: You’re quite ignorant really aren’t you?

BOY: No. Now if you don’t mind, I want to play Pokemon.

Hayle: One more question. Oh dear, I feel like Tyrone Tranza. Are you gonna stick with Doom & Doomsday if they lose I mean when they lose?

BOY: Don’t be stu... I mean, of course I will. they are the best and they are gonna destroy you tw oguy's Wednesday.

Hayle:(Smirks). Fair enough you little Bastard. Oh, here comes dinner.

(The two don’t speak for the rest of the way. Every now and then Hayle would notice the kid glimpsing at him as if deep down he still loves Rayne & Hayle. Deep down he knows, along with everyone else, that Rayne & Hayle deserves the belts. They may have lost a few fans by dumping the NGW, or maybe they gained some, but all I know is that Rayne & Hayle are ready for Doom & Doomsday..
The stewardess that he previously argued with comes down the aisle serving lunch. The bitch forgot the snack bar. Oh well, bangers and mash will have to do. Hayle awaits his meal and goes into one of his deep thoughts. This kid is one excited kid. Wednesday cannot come any slower.

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