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Date Posted: 21:15:52 10/21/00 Sat
Author: Skylar Thomas, Celia Thomas, and Griff Truxell?!
Subject: "When I First Saw Her, I Just Got That Old Fashioned Romantic Feeling......Where I'd Do Anything To Bone Her..."

OOC Note: UnHTMLized but sanitized for your protection... :)

::{Skylar laid awake on the king sized bed of his hotel room. His rigt arm draped across his muscular chest. He laid in the darkness, listening to the sound of his own quiet breathing. He ran his fingers across his muscled stomach. He rubbed the spot where a piece of glass sunk into his body. The wound was just a memory but he sort of missed it. It would have been a reminder of the person who put it there. Rolling onto his side he flipped on the lamp that rested lifelessly on the nightstand. The light cast a glare off his watch and leather wallet. He reached across to the stand and grabbed the wallet, opening it up. And then it felt out. The small two inch by three inch photo. He lifted it up into the light and half smiled. It was a head shot picture of Stacey Jordan, smiling off camera at someone else. A minute passed before he caught himself staring at her. He set her picture down and looked at the clock. The red digital numbers showed 9:45 p.m. Sleep was catching a hold of him. His eyes blinked slowly, until they shut completely.}::

WEDNESDAY INSURRECTION

::{Skylar executes an Asai Moonsault across the body of Stacey Jordan. He looks at Stacey. He looks at her, wanting to just give her the belt and not fight her, but instead he drags her to the edge of the pit. "This is what she wants", Skylar thought. She wants it. This is not my fault." Standing her up, he simply but effectively gives her a Standing Dropkick to the chest and sends her spiraling backwards into the Pit of Glass. She lands with a thud mixed in with the almost crystallic sounds of the sharpened glass. "God, I hope she isn't hurt." As Stacey, tries to climb out of the pit, he looks down at her. "You want this." And stomps on her hand, sending her back down into the glass. She climbs the opposite side of the pit and limps to the ropes where she starts to pick the glass from her body. Her fingers quiver as they nimbly try to pull the pieces of glass from her soft skin.}::

::{Skylar paces back and forth in fustration. "Let's hurry up and get this done." Tossing the referee aside, he makes his way to her, but he is greeted with a low blow. In a suicidal desperation, Stacey launches herself from the ropes and nails Skylar with a Cross Body Block that sends them both into the pit. Caught off gaurd, the wind gets knocked out of him as glass rips away at his back. Stacey stands up and starts to kick Skylar in the groin repeatedly. In a world of hurt, he turns onto his side in agony as she climbs out of the pit. He follows after her out of the pit, intent on ending the match in one way or another. She turns to Skylar with another shot to the groin, but as he drops, his leg sweeps out and catches hers. Stacey falls backwards and Skylar takes the object out from under his shirt. In a swift motion, he takes four inch glass shard and punctures Stacey's shoulder.}::

::{At first, he hand't realized what he'd done, but then the blood squirted from the wounded like water and he so desperately had not wanted this to happen. But what could he do? He was madly in love with a woman who hated his guts. A woman who wanted to kill him. And yet while he had the upper hand, was he trying to let her win the match. In fustration, he started to kick her. Kick the hell out of her. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???" And yet, another low blow by Jordan, takes Skylar down. The two both fought hard. Throwing each other into all parts off the cage; leaping down on eahc other, punching each others lights out. But the will from SKylar had vanished. "I want to sleep Stacey. Let me sleep. Please, I don't want this to go on. If I have to lose...I want to lose to you...", he thought to himself. So he decided to do the right thing. He was going to give up. Not so blatantly as to lay on the ground and let her cover him - no, he would give her a move that can be easily countered...}::

::{Laying her out with a punch to the face, he drags her over to the pit of glass. He then picks her up and puts her into a reverse headlock. Wanting to put her into the Alpha Driver, he lifts her up, but before he knows it, Stacey has swung her body weight in full only to reverse the Alpha Driver and smash the back to Skylar's head into the mat with a devastating Reverse DDT. The move suprises even him, but she isn't through, as she goes to pick him up again. Only this time, Skylar meets the mat with a Screwdriver...TWICE. The nerves in his neck and shoulders were shot. He couldn't feels his legs. Had not been able to have the ability to regenerate, he would have been paralyzed from the neck down. Blood cascaded from his face like Niagra Falls. He laid there, eyes screwed shut, with a smile on his face. "Thank you Stacey..." At that point, as the lights began to fade, and the screams of the fans quieted in his ears, Stacey decided to finish Skylar off once and for all.}::

::{Stacey begins to stomp away at his midsection over and over and over. He coughs blood and spits it out onto the mat as it dribbls down his chin. The dark liquid seeps through his teeth as he grins at Stacey; eyes wide now, grinning like a sadistic clown that would not stop smiling no matter how many times you hurt him. But she landed a kick to his head, that made him cringe and wipe the smile from his bloddy, ripped lips. The force of the kick splattered blood across the mat as Skylar begged for her to stop. But she wouldn't and the kicks kept coming. Finally, when she decided that she had enough of loosening his insides, she grabbed a hand full of his spiky hair and dragged him to the edge of the pit. "Maybe letting you win wasn't such a hot idea after all..." He was on his knees now, leering up at her. He saw the fury, anger, the hurt, and the sadist spirit in those eyes. He chuckled quietly as the blood exited his body. And finally he said something to her out loud.}::

Skylar: Do it.

::{One eye lazily curled into the back of his head as he wobbled, smiling at her. She spit in his face with authority. The saliva hit him square between the eyes and it mixed in with the blood as it ran down his face. He tasted it an smiled. In utter disgust, she raised him up and executed a Super Crucifix Powerbomb, throwing him backfirst into the pit. Glass punched through his skin like paper, especially the sharp piece of glass that ripped through his throat. He gasped for air, but none came to him}::

* * * * * * * * * * * *

::{He jerked awake in a full bodied cold sweat. He was in his hotel room, laying on his bed in his boxers. He looked at the clock. It was 12:32 p.m. Skylar had slept almost fifteen hours straight. He sat up in his bed and ran a hair through his matted down hair. He collapsed back down on the bed, still exhausted; still wasted from the match. Pushing himself with a little boost energy, he made his way into the shower and stood under the hot falling water. He washed the remainder of dirt and sweat from his body and then toweled himself down as he stepped out of the shower. He ran a comb through his hair and didn't bother to shave - mainly because he never had to; his facial hair never grew, but would go back to its normal 5 o' clock shadow if he DID cut it; another wonderful effect of MindRazor. He wrapped the large cotton white bath towel around his waist and walked back into the room.}::

::{As he rifled through his duffle bag, he pulled out a silk shirt and a pair of black leather pants. Suddenly his cell phone rang. He reached into his black trench coat and pulled the phone out.}::

Skylar: Hello?

Celia: It's me.

Skylar: Oh hey Celia, what's going on?

::{Skylar reaches down and puts on his silk shirt, buttoning it fast.}::

Celia: I'm calling to inform you that you have a match in the Main Event this Insurrection.

Skylar: (smiling) Oh yeah? I must have done a bang-up job this past Main Event so they want me in a second one? (laughs) Who am I fighting?

Celia: Lost Worlds and Chris Carpenter in a No DQ match.

::{Skylar paused.}::

Skylar: Is this a joke?

Celia: This is no joke.

::{Skylar slips his pants on and tightens his belt buckle.}::

Skylar: Oh my god, both of those guys are horrible. I remember when both of those jerk-offs where in the FWA. Lost Worlds at least fought back in his matches, but now he just takes hits like a punching bag. And Carpenter? Talk about a goddamn whiner. Every damn CARD he would cry about how he lost, and how unfair it was. Only then did management decide to boot his ass from the federation.

Celia: Look, I don't make the matches. I just update you on current events because it's the sisterly thing to do and everyone knows your lovesick.

Skylar: Shut up Celia.

Celia: I bust my ass to give you GOOD advice and you don't take it. Thank you for your ingratefulness.

Skylar: (sighs) Celia, I can handle this, ok? It's no big deal. I have to go alright?

Celia: Fine. I'll talk to you later.

Skylar: Bye.

::{Skylar hung up the phone and just stared at it. He could not believe that Fury, or Joy, or Ali, or even that dumb f*ckslut MJ would allow a match like this to take place. Okay, so he had lost the blet, but that was not important. What was important was beating some tail around this fed. This wasn't his time to be chasing after gold and plastic belts. It was time to start wrecking sh!t. It was time to raise hell. It was time to show these loony management bastards that you could only misuse your power for so long... Skylar laced up his Sketcher boots and put on his trenchcoat. Stuffing Stacey's photo back into his wallet, he grabbed his keys and left the room.}:

* * * * * * * * * * * *

::{By the time Skylar left the hotel room, it was already close to one thirty and now it was lunch rush. He walked past shops and fashion stores, but nothing like that interested him. His mind was plagued with the thoughts of Stacey Jordan. Wanting desperately to get hammered, he ducked into a bar called the "Dew Drop Inn." The place was empty, except for a few patrons that sat in a corner table. Benny Hill played on the television. There was a man at the bar, sitting with his head down, tossing back shots of some sorta of alcohol. Skylar walked to the bar and sat down, ordering a lager.}::

Man: Lager? (he laughs to himself) Pussy.

::{Skylar cocks an eyebrow at the slur but doesn't turn to look at the man.}::

Skylar: From the sound in your voice, it looks like your not getting any.

::{The man gulps back a shot of Tequila, he too, doesn't turn to look at Skylar.}::

Man: And from the sound of your voice, I sense envy.

::{Skylar half smiles and nods his head.}::

Skylar: I tend to get jealous of men like you... Slovenly, retarded, and untalented.

::{The man turns around in his swiveling bar stool. His light green eyes glare into the temple of Skylar Thomas. He is none other than Griff Truxell. Griff scoffs and shakes his head.}::

Griff: You have so much to learn Skylar, and still, after all these years, you refuse to wake up.

Skylar: Is the part where your theme music turns on?

::{Skylar smiles and sips his lager.}::

::{Griff fakes a smile, that quickly molds into his patented smirk. Griff motions his hand out to the bartender.}::

Griff: Get my "friend" here a real drink.

Skylar: Why haven't you been around the GWA Griffster? Seems you've taken a liking to taking a licking.

Griff: First off, Skylar, don't you ever call me Griffster again. Second of all, I've been around, you know, around the rung of the ladder where hacks aren't let past.

Skylar: Meet any chicks up there or are you forever to be the proverbial "loner."

::{Skylar takes the tequila handed to him by the bartender and tosses it back like water. Griff cocks his head and swivels around away from Skylar, mumbling as he goes.}::

Skylar: Lemme ask you a question Griff...

::{Griff swivels back around.}::

Griff: Shoot.

Skylar: Let's say for instance you hated a woman, like to the point of ripping her throat out. But then, you sorta of grew to like her... But you didnt want her to know because you still had to put on this front of hating her guts... What would you do...

Griff: In my case, I would Piston DDT the bitch. In your case though, since you're not anywhere close to greatness, I'd keep on this quote, unquote 'front' until you got a shot to make your move. Pathetic or not.

::{There was wisdom behind those words, whether you could tell or not. Skylar would have to keep faking like he hated her. He put up a good front on Insurrection. He'd have to do it again until they could find some sort of common ground.}::

Skylar: You know you and me are a lot alike except their one difference...

Griff: I know I'm better than you, and you continue to deny it?

Skylar: Whether you are or not is for fate decide. The only difference between you and me is that I never took anger management classes. (laughs)

::{Griff glares at Skylar and order's another drink.}::

Griff: And I never got pussy-whipped by a Circle Member...

Skylar: That's ok Griffster. You'll probably never get the chance to be a Main Eventer either... Well I've got to run...

Skylar flips through some bills and throws a couple pounds onto the table.}::

Skylar: (To Bartender) This is for me and my friend here. (Looking at Griff) See you in the ring Truxell...or in the hospital (smiles and walks away) Which ever comes first....

::{Griff watches Skylar walk away, still smiling. Griff looks at his unfinished drink for a moment, before he tosses it back. He looks towards the door again, before smiling.}::

Griff: Which ever comes first you arrogant piece of sh!t, which ever comes first.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

::{Skylar was back on the streets again. A couple of hours had passed since they talked. It was getting close to dinner time and Skylar was still not hungry. He saw a crowd of people gathered around a small corner store. He looked up and smiled at the neon sign that read "Daelin Shard Dojo." Skylar looked at a patron and asked what was going on.}::

Man: Rellan Shard is fighting some guy! Look!

::{Skylar pushed his way through the crowd to inside the dojo where Rellan was beating the snot out of someone who professed to know karate-wrestling. After a Switchblade Kick to the jaw, the man flipped backwards onto his stomach with agony. A cheer went up from the crowd as a few men dragged the body from the mat. Skylar smiled and cracked his knuckles. }::

Skylar: Oh Rellan... How bout a little one on one?

Man: Who's that?

Man 2: Dude that's Skylar F*CKING Thomas! Holy Sh!t!

::{Skylar smiled at Rellan who turned to face him.}::

Skylar: What's wrong Rellan? Don't feeling like getting hurt today?

::{Rellan and Skylar faced each other in thier fighting stances, ready to fight...}::

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