Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 15, 2018 20:48:24 GMT -5
Chapter 11: Knowing and doing…
Cosmos is on his belly, Torin has one of his legs trapped by the other and he is laying on Cosmo’s back pulling his head and neck back trying to break his spine. Cosmos looks pleadingly at Massif, who is eating a tofu sandwich and smiling like he is watching the greatest thing ever. Cosmos stretches for the ropes with one hand as he tries to lift himself and Torin with one arm. The strain is unbearable, but Cosmos won’t tap.
“Come on kid…I got you dead to rights.” Torin says straining trying to get this kid to tap.
A grunt then a small lunge with the one arm, the ropes are even closer. Cosmos tries to ignore the increasing pain in his back and neck. He sees the smirk on Southwest’s face, the stern concentration of Maggie and the one guy he thought just might help him get out of this mess, take another bite of his tofu sandwich. Rage comes over Cosmos and he pulls the arms from off his face and pushes the ground in a propelling motion. His face hits the ropes. Torin breaks the hold and gets up to his feet. Cosmos is a second behind him. In his anger he reaches out with a left, which Torin easily blocks, but it leaves him open for a spinning back elbow from the right. The elbow catches Torin on the temple dropping the old man like a sack of meat. Cosmos seeing red follows the old man down with a vicious falling elbow. He then mounts the dazed old man and beings raining down punches when he is tackled by Southwest who has seen enough.
“STOP!” Southwest yells as he holds the enraged Cosmos. “I swear you don’t stop I’m popping you one.”
Southwest sits up on Cosmos and cocks his arm back.
“Not until you calm the hell down.”
“I will break your damn face Star Warrior! Get off me!”
Southwest grits his teeth at the name and slaps the crap out of Thantos with one meaty hand.
“Say that again.”
Cosmos tries to roll Southwest but the big man has a good base on top of Cosmos. Southwest rears back to pop him again when Torin grabs his arm.
“That’s enough princess, no need to defend my honor.”
Southwest pushes on Cosmo’s face as he stands himself up. Cosmos jumps up once the weight of the bigger man clears and looks to fight.
“Boy. You better get the hell out of my ring and cool off.” Torin stares defiantly at Cosmos.
“I’ll get out of this ring when….”
Massif grabs Cosmos in a bearhug and squeezes. Cosmos sees stars and can’t breathe even a little. He feels his body being lifted like he is a little kid in the arms of a giant. Which was not far from the truth. The giant lifts him over the ropes and releases him to the floor. Cosmos falls the four feet to the ground and stumbles a bit. He takes a deep breath and looks back. Massif is already getting out of the ring and heading his way. The Fight leaving him he turns to go.
“FINE! I was tired of all you anyway.”
Massif taking his huge strides, catches up to Cosmos as he steps into the locker room. Cosmos doesn’t stop, but he slows a bit to let the big man catch him.
“Leave me alone.”
“Seriously man you need to calm down. That old man is doing everything he can to help get you ready for the Impossible Tournament. There was no need to do what you did.”
Cosmos looks down at his feet at he walks.
“I just got pissed man. I kind of snapped.”
“Well, you need to harness that and use it wiser. Beating on an old man who is trying to help you is not how you win this thing bud.”
“Good, get a drink of water do a hundred and fifty push ups then come back out here and apologize.”
“Hundred and…what the hell? Why?”
“Well….you’re still fat for one, you had a butt load of energy there, figured I would help you burn off that adrenaline rush for two, and because I said so for three.”
“I really hate you.”
“You say that a lot, but keep coming back. Think it’s more of a love hate thing with you.”
“Yeah, I love to hate you.”
“Cool with me. Now go get some water and do the two hundred pushups like I told you.”
“You said one fifty!”
“Maybe I hate you too.” Massif says with a laugh and walks away, back to the ring.
Cosmos stares at the giant with a smirk.
Back in the ring, Southwest is running the ropes. Torin is yelling at him to go faster. Maggie is still staring at the locker room where Cosmos is getting a drink of water.
Now we head to Neverwhere, where Solaris is addressing the Ten.
“The plan is going well. Both of my charges have made it into the impossible tournament.”
A man who shifts into different people ever few seconds addresses Solaris.
“There have been more time incursions. The fabric of this universe is almost at its breaking point. The time machine must be found. Have you a plan?”
“You could help.”
“We have multiple realities in jeopardy; this is just one of many. You are our hope here, in this reality. You have been given everything you need to win back this reality from Carson P. Century. Help Star Warrior win the tournament, use Cosmos to defeat CPC and find the time machine. You have your mission Solaris. Do not fail. This galaxy is in your hands.”
“I see. Then I will report once I have succeeded.”
So good. The tension is mounting. Can’t wait for more.
Jeez that was a fast comment. I was still editing. LOl. Thanks buddy for reading my little story. Tournament should get started by chapter thirteen or fourteen. I had chapter twelve pop in my head today, which I didn't know I need to write till it reared its head. Sneaky Peak, Astro Turn and Black Hole Bart have a meeting with CPC. It made me laugh, I hope I give it justice to what played out in my head. so I will probably get that finished and posted tonight for a double header of jobber goodness.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 15, 2018 22:00:46 GMT -5
Chapter 12: Astro Turk and Black Hole Bart. Nuff Said.
CPC sits at his desk; he is looking at the tournament board. He is very satisfied that all is in place, even with the addition of Star Warrior and Cosmos, problems unforeseen but still reconcilable. Nothing was going to stop his plan.
His holo board pings. Ms. Liberty's voice rings out.
"Astro Turk and Black Hole Bart have arrived, send them in?"
The door opens and both men walk in. They are arguing about who’s tag team belt is bigger. CPC takes a deep breath and stands up to greet his tag champions.
“Hey CPC tell this tub o lard that my belt is bigger because he is too fat and his becomes smaller, it's like physics or something. It’s science!” Astro Turk points menacingly at Bart.
“Yours is smaller because you’re smaller! You’re so stupid! Read a book!”
CPC clenches his jaw and tries again to get their attention.
Both men stop yelling and look at CPC like it’s the first time they really have seen him.
“Oh, hey Boss.” Bart says as he shakes CPC’s hand.
“Yeah, Hey Boss, you look great! Have you lost a few pounds?” Astro Turk says lightly punching CPC in the arm.
“No. CPC hasn’t lost..anyway, men. Please take a seat.”
The team takes a seat and CPC walks around the desk to sit in his big chair.
“So. How are CPC's tag team champions fairing? Are you enjoying the fruits of your labor?”
Astro Turk smiles and pats his belt. Black Hole Bart beams his obvious joy at having the CPC tag team championship belts around his waist.
“And how boss.” Bart says rubbing his belt lovingly.
“Great. Great. You two deserve it. Listen, CPC knows you’re busy men, CPC just wanted to have a brief talk with you before the Impossible tournament begins.”
“Sure, Boss. What can we do for you?” Astro Turk says seriously.
“This Friday, you face Cosmos.”
“I’ll murdalize him! Rip is nose off with my bare hands! I’ll..I’ll..”
CPC smiles. “Go on.”
“Kick him really hard?... Boss I got this. I will crush him, it's what I do.”
CPC nods thoughtfully.
“Men, you remember where you were last year at this time?”
Both men squirm a little in their chairs.
“CPC remembers. You were being laughed at. Kept down. You tried to show the people what you were made of but the establishment held you down. You were relegated to fighting, giants and madmen. You were kept from proper training, basically used as fodder for more prized men.”
Both men are quiet and looking sad.
“But CPC found you. And what did CPC do for you? He took you from that place and brought you here. He took you on adventures that no other men have ever been on, Astro Turk, who did CPC get to train you?”
“Right. look at what he taught you. Bart? Who did CPC get to train you?”
“My heroes. The Blue Meanie and Disco Inferno.”
“Correct. Not sure exactly what you learned there, but nonetheless, CPC has done everything CPC said he would do to help you become great. CPC has never asked you for anything has CPC?”
“No boss.” They say in unison.
“Again. Correct. Turk, CPC wants you to end Cosmos’s career. CPC wants you to break his knee. Again. Can you do this Astro Turk? Tag Team Champion? Can you do this for CPC?”
“Boss, I speak not only for myself, but my most extinguisher collage Black Hole Bart, Cosmos is a dead man. I will personally see to it that his knee is brought to you in a gift basket. If for some reason I can't do it, Bart will. But I will get him boss. Then I will go on and win the Impossible tournament for you sir.”
CPC sits back and smiles.
“That is good Astro Turk. It is really good. Now, just so you have….added incentive, if you fail, I will strip you of your titles…” CPC stands up and leans over his desk. His face is angry and he stares directly into the eyes of the two now fearful men. “…strip you of your station here, and CPC will send you back to the Galaxy CPC found you on. Is CPC clear men?”
Both men look at each other then back at CPC. “Crystal sir.”
“Good.” CPC sits back down in his chair and smiles. “Why don’t you two champions take the rest of the day off, head to the spa, have a bite to eat at the buffet. My treat.”
The two men get up slowly.
“Umm thanks boss.” Astro Turk says quietly.
“Yeah. Good talk.” Bart says sarcastically.
“I will make sure Cassandra will be there to….get you boys back in the right spirit.”
Both men’s eyes pop open wide and they high five each other. Turk points at CPC and Bart just jumps up and down.
“You are the MAN BOSS!!” Astro Turk grabs Bart’s arm and heads for the door.
“I can’t wait to show her how big my belt is compared to yours.” Bart yells at Turk.
“Shut the heck up, I already told you my belt is bigger because you’re too fat! It's SCIENCE!! Chicks dig Science.”
The door closes and CPC takes in a deep breath.
A shadow shimmers in the corner of the room. An unearthly voice speaks.
“Do not fail.”
CPC looks away from the shadow and heads back to his desk.
Post by Shane Sullivan on Mar 16, 2018 11:32:16 GMT -5
CPC has just released the upcoming Impossible Tournament first round match ups. As always, if a wrestler or wrestlers cannot continue into the next round a substitute wrestler will be appointed by CPC himself. Good luck to all the competitors in the competition. Remember mark down the date! Don't be late and we know you can't wait for the Impossible to happen!
The all day event will begin promptly at 10:00 a.m. Doors open at 9:00 a.m. @ the Cetus One Arena, this Friday morning and will finish when we have a new champion.
Also scheduled: Dark Match - Estorians vs. Cross Currents. A career retrospective of our greatest Champion Carson P. Century.
CPC's Retirement Speech.
Hall of Fame inductions of Mimic, Tano, Rama and Salacious Silvar the Sexy.