Post by Liam on Mar 25, 2012 18:54:06 GMT -4
The following takes place somewhere between 8pm and 10pm, at the Sun Life stadium, Miami Gardens Florida.
As the scene comes into focus, it opens to a secured car park in the Home of the Miami Dolphins. Limousines, luxury sedans and various sports cars of all makes and models all parked in their allocated parking lots in the concrete jungle. Hired guards make their rounds, whistling a tune while bored out of their minds wondering when they will get a break in life,or make more than minimum wage working for over paid fat cats. Laughing to himself with a thought of how easy it be to " borrow " keys from the front desk and park one of the ego extension limousines in a nearby lake. Shaking the thought from his mind, the security guard notices a man acting somewhat suspect and approaches with caution while puffing out his chest and trying to look tougher than he actually is.
" Excuse me sir, fans are not permitted in this area, you can wait at the press area with the rest of the Eagle Vision fans for a chance to get an autograph. "
" Fans ... you think cause I am so small, that I am not a wrestler ?... What gives you the right to judge who I am ? "
" Sorry Sir ... "
" Don't call me sir, I am not a member of any of the elites or involved in a conspiracy to take over the world. "
" Don't push me then, I have a taser and are trained to ... "
" To what ... zap me with your electrical toy, while you wet yourself, or you going to use your walkie talkie to call for back up ? If you must know, here is my pass to be here. I am waiting on someone more important than exchanging pointless banter with a high school drop out, now beat it before I introduce you to the rubbish in that trash can over there. "[/i][/color]
With a smirk on his face, Crazy One watches as the security guard scurries away like a scolded dog. Scratching his head as he lost his thoughts while being rudely interrupted. Like a light bulb going off, he checks his pockets for the tickets to be as close as he can to the pay per view match in the audience. After what seems like an age, but only a short time has indeed passed when a deep blue muscle car, which is clearly out of place amongst all the expensive vehicles in the lot comes to a screeching halt parked slightly out of the line allocated. Stepping out of the Gran Torino is the student of the infamous Crazy One, his identity can't be fully made out due to a dark hoodie. With an informal handshake, the two joke amongst them selves about tonights events.
" Ok, lets get down to the plan we discussed earlier. I have the tickets, so you will be as close to the ring as you need to be. I wont be far away watching as the events unfold. "
"How do you wish the ... plan to unfold ? "
" Win or loose the title defense, Matt will be weak and vulnerable. Too exhausted and beaten to properly defend himself, do as you see fit, just don't go overboard. One move and one move only, no trash talking or playing games. Leave that part to me. "
" What if the plan fails ? What is plan B ? "
" There is no plan B, this plan will succeed as discussed. Only thing you need to concern yourself with, is hot dogs or pop corn. Personally I would go with the pop corn, you know what they put in them. "[/i][/color]
As the two continue there banter and jokes, the guard now with friends points at the two, despite them both having passed the security check, are now on the suspect list. Ignoring the group of under paid high school drop outs, Crazy One and his protege grab a duffel bag from the trunk of the muscle car and make there way inside to the locker rooms. After they leave the car park attendants stroll over to the car, look around them, then proceed to let all the air out of the vehicles tires dropping it to the steel rims. Laughing to themselves they walk off back to where they should of been, eating their donuts, not realizing Crazy One had quietly re-entered the car park while they were distracted and laced the junk food with laxatives. The last laugh is on them.
End comments / ideas welcome.
