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Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 1, 2018 10:18:03 GMT -5
Upsets happen. But I hear you.
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Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 2, 2018 22:23:04 GMT -5
Chapter 19: A visit to the other sides.
Cosmos is doing pushups as Massif eats a bowl of vegetables.
“Come on you need to break a little sweat.”
“I am sweating.”
“No, like real man sweat, you’re barely even sweating.”
“I have a match any minute you know.”
“Right and you’ll be warmed up while Astro Turk will probably be eating.” Massif looks at his bowl and sets it down. “Come on, let’s do some stretching.”
Massif gets down on a knee when there is a knock on the door.
“Whoa. Looks like the last couple of matches have been squashes. Come in!”
CPC opens the door and looks in. Cosmos stands up and Massif tries to do something with his hands as he too stands up, wishing for the bowl on the table.
“May CPC come in?”
Cosmos shrugs. In the open door, we hear the announcer, announce Thee Buck Steel the winner of the last match. The crowd is cheering loudly as CPC closes door dulling the sound.
“Thank you Cosmos.”
“What do you want?”
“May, may CPC talk with you alone?”
“Whatever you want to say to me you can say to him.”
CPC looks a little annoyed but he presses on.
“Ok, CPC would like to show you something. But, don’t be alarmed.”
“You pull anything out of your pants and I’m smashing you.” Massif points and takes a step forward. CPC stops and looks at Cosmos, then at Massif.
“CPC assures you that no harm will befall you.”
“Damn right, because I will…smash….you.”
CPC holds up his hands and smiles.
“Gentlemen, please, if CPC wanted to hurt you CPC wouldn’t have put you in his tournament. CPC felt he owed you after, well you know, after what happened to you.”
Cosmos looks at his knee then at CPC.
“It happened because you made it happen. You booked the match chump.”
“CPC does not remember it like that, CPC was only a member of the roster at that time, Solaris booked all the matches.”
“Yeah! After you put it in his ear that I should be tested, to see if I could handle the big time. It was my third match you jerk. That guy was no rookie. He moved better than you, well actually, anyone I have ever even seen and he was very very strong. I didn’t have a chance then. Because of you I spent every day for seven years in pain. “
Cosmos points at CPC.
“Now here is what is going to happen you jerk. I’m going to win this crappy tournament of yours, get the stupid belt of yours and challenge your goofy mustache wearing ass to a loser leaves the galaxy match. And…After I beat your ass, break your leg, I’m going to run this fed in to the ground by beating the hell out of everyone here so bad, that wrestling will only have one name left and that will be mine! Hell might even change CPC Wrestling to Cosmos Wrestling. You like the sound of that Massif?”
“Yeah, sounds fine. Not as cool as Massif wrestling, but hey, can’t have everything.”
“Not helping.”
CPC looks at both men.
“CPC would really like to show you something Cosmos. If you will allow CPC, you will see that you won’t have to challenge CPC, CPC will leave willingly. Everything you just said, it can happen. You can be everything you want and more. Will you allow CPC just a moment to show you something grand?”
“Dude. You are a persistent piece of work. Can you show me from right there?” Cosmos points at where CPC is standing.
“Yes. Thank you, you won’t regret this.”
“Well that is where you’re wrong. I’ve regret all of this.”
“Just a moment…..”
CPC slowly reaches into his pants and pulls out the wand. He points it away from the two men and at a wall. He presses the bottom switch twice, the light turns green and the wall begins to show images of Cosmos and Massif on different worlds, in different rings, living different lives. An image shows a young Cosmos throwing down the galactic code at the feet of Omega and some other wrestler Cosmos didn’t recognize.
One image shows Massif as a giant among men, smashing his way to championship after championship, completely conquering everyone in the ring.
Some images show Massif and Cosmos fighting each other in violent contests.
Others have an unscarred Southwest fighting Cosmos in a cage or in a street with chairs.
Another has them fighting together against what looks like Aethrans, but Aethrans of incredible stature, unlike the broken people of that desolate world.
One last image has Cosmos with a skull medallion on his forehead holding up the GWF championship with a banner behind him that reads “Thantos; Greatest of all time for all time. The scene pans to show hundreds of wrestlers bowing before him, including Massif and Southwest. The scene continues to pan back showing an arena where thousands upon thousands are cheering his name.
The green light turns off and Cosmos and Massif stare at each other, Massif’s mouth hangs open in shock. Cosmos stares back at CPC and waits. Faint music can be heard signifying Dark Star Creature must have pulled an upset and beat Creeper in their match. What felt like seconds was actually twenty minutes. CPC smiles and puts the wand in his pocket.
“You see Cosmos. You were destined for greatness even beyond your wildest dreams. You were supposed to become the greatest of all time. Your legacy would have lasted for eons. If not for one man. I actually want you to win this tournament. I want you to grab your destiny back. I want to work together with you to do that. Would you think about what you have seen and what I can offer you?”
Cosmos looks again at Massif who is very troubled by what he has seen.
“How about….you get out of here. I need to think.”
“Very well, CPC bids you farewell. Please seek CPC out if you would like to discuss your future further.”
“Dude, he said go.” Massif finally breaks his silence and goes to push CPC out the door. CPC smiles and lets himself out.
The door closes and Massif looks at Cosmos with big eyes.
“Dude, what the heck was all that about?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you notice he broke character and said I instead of CPC?”
“What? No..I…think I need to sit down.”
Cosmos takes a seat on a small couch and is deep in thought.
“That dude is playing with your head bud. He wants to mess with you. We should ask Solaris when we see him next, he'll know what to do.”
“Yeah…sure.”
“CPC says…what a tool; he’s probably got a great editor that put that together. I would never wear those shorts in the ring. Did you see how small they were? I mean the ladies probably like them, but how you supposed to touch your toes in those bad boys, much less kick a guy in the head?”
“Yeah.”
Massif grabs his bowl of vegetables and takes a big spoonful.
“I did look bad ass kicking everyone’s butt though. Maybe I should think about this wrestling thing. What do you think? Massif the Huge, or Massif the Massive?”
“Yeah…sounds good.” Cosmos says robotically still deep in thought at the images he had just seen. Massif continues to talk away his nervousness as the scene shifts away.
End Chapter 19
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Post by throwingtoasters on Apr 2, 2018 22:43:00 GMT -5
So good. This whole thing is fantastic and your writing is great. I can picture everything.
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Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 2, 2018 22:47:01 GMT -5
So good. This whole thing is fantastic and your writing is great. I can picture everything. Bud that response right there. Pumps me up so much. Thank you. |
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Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 3, 2018 2:02:09 GMT -5
Chapter 20: Getting’ Cheetohed and Cephus making friends.
Southwest pushes the bar away from his chest with a deep exhale. Bringing it down again he slowly touches the bar to his chest, he pushes up again with a grunt and an exhale. Putting the bar on the weight bench Southwest sits up on the pad and looks at Maggie.
“Well? Who won?”
“Thee Buck Steele. He head-butted Pulsar in th' chest till he cried 'n' quit.”
“Like literally cried, cried?”
“Aye lik' a bairn. Tears 'n' everything.”
“Bet the boys in the biker club will love that.”
“Na. Thay wull likelie kick him oot. Mak' him shave his goatee.”
“Ok, so Buck Steele. How I’m I going to beat him?”
“Ye can’t oot kist him fur sure. He wull be a wee bit quicker than ye. Buh if ye canna grab him 'n' slam him a few times, ah think he wull wilt. Ye’ll hae ta hurt him ah think. He is gey solid 'n' kin tak' a lot o' punny. If he is able tae deal wi' yer power, a guid ole fashion batter tae baws, ye did th' trick back hame, ye canna huv a go that.”
“Ah I see, just punch him in the balls. I’m beginning to see a pattern with you bud.”
“Wha? it wins a lot o' matches.”
Southwest laughs.
“Yeah I bet it does.”
“Ye aye hae Pit Viper tae rammy, sae don’t keek tae far heid, even though this wull be an easy match fur ye. Juist mind tae grab him by his locks, he loses his mynd whin that happens. Pull his locks then juist dae whit ye dae back hame whin yin o' th' punters tries tae nae pay th' mechanic or steal a trial o' Irn-Bru."
A knock on the door startles Maggie.
“Ach! ain’t nobody hae a richt proper doorbell in this steid?”
“Come in.”
Southwest gets up from the bench press, four hundred pounds sits on the bar. The door opens and a young man with a clipboard sticks his head in.
“Ah..Cheetoh?”
Southwest realizes he doesn’t have on his mask and looks around franticly for it. Maggie no looks over his shoulder the mask to Southwest. He quickly puts it on, taking a second to set the eye holes.
“Yeah. Damn it. What?!”
“Sir, you are on after Vanity and Frenzy match up. Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. Mags you ready?”
“Aye.”
Both men reach the door and follow the page out to the aisle.
Southwest notices CPC coming from Cosmos’s dressing room and watches him hurry down the hall back to his arena suite.
Dark Star Creature is high fiving Beast Rider and talking gibberish about his big win over Creeper who is standing right next to him oblivious to the goings on around him.
Super Duck Boy is doing a warm up duck walk up and down the hall and Astro Turk is talking with Black Hole Bart, both are eating pizza and laughing.
The page takes both men down another hall to a curtained off area. The sounds of fighting and crowd cheering can be heard. Southwest’s palms start to sweat.
“Looking nervous meat.”
Southwest looks over at Pit Viper who is playing with one of his snakes. He is standing on the opposite side of the aisle but can clearly be seen. Southwest just stares at him.
“I said..”
Maggie lunges against the rail separating him from Pit Viper.
“You shuid shut yer glaikit geggy snake jimmy, ye aboot tae poke th' bear 'n' juist lik' th' lest guy wha did that you’re aff tae git knocked th' hell oot!”
Pit Viper laughs at Maggie and points at Southwest.
“You should control your Muppet better. After I take you out, I’m going to hurt him too.”
Southwest smiles at Pit Viper, but there is nothing but malice in his eyes.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Yes. Yes we will.”
The bell sounds and the announcer announces that Vanity is the winner of the match by pin fall. A few minutes later Vanity comes through the curtain sweaty and a little bruised around the upper back. He looks at Southwest and sneers.
“That was too easy.”
Southwest doesn’t respond and Maggie flips him the bird.
“Gang fly a kite ye poke o' crap. Ye git jammy 'n' ye rammy lik' a spastic monkey.”
“I don’t know what you just said you redneck piece of crap, but you better shut you face before I do it.”
Vanity takes a step towards Maggie and is met with a side tackle from Frenzy who is pissed off because Vanity pulled his tights to win the match with a cheap roll up.
“You want to fight civilians you coward! Fight me!”
Security comes out of nowhere and begins to pull the two wrestlers apart. Both are swearing and screaming at each other. Finally security is able to separate the two and get them back to the dressing rooms. Pit Viper never took his eyes off Southwest, who was enjoying the donnybrook in front of him.
“I’m going to enjoy hurting you.” Pit Viper strokes his snake and starts to walk out as his music hits.
“Ah don’t think he likes ye awfy much mate.” Maggie smiles at Southwest.
“Yeah. I get that a lot don’t I?”
“Tis yer sunny disposition.”
Southwest laughs as his music begins.
“Ok, let’s go do what we do.”
Maggie yells out a whoop as they break through the curtain.
We leave these two for a moment and catch up with Cephus and Sadie.
“So this is his locker room?” Cephus looks at Sadie in anticipation.
“That’s what this paper says.”
“Ok. Let’s see if anyone is home.”
Cephus does the shave and a haircut knock on the door.
A muffled “Go Away” is heard. Cephus sighs frustrated and knocks again, this time adding two bits on the end of the knock. The door flies open and Pollux stands in a towel dripping wet in the doorway.
“WHAT!!?”
“Hello good sir. My name is…”
“I know who you are!”
“See Sadie, I’m even famous here.” Cephus turns to her with a huge smile.
“Moron. We are fighting each other. Of course I know who you are. What do you want?!”
“May I come in?”
“NO!!” Pollux goes to shut the door but Sadie puts her purse in the door jam.
“Just need a moment of your time sir.” She says sweetly.
Pollux rolls his eyes and finally gives up and gestures for the two to come in.
“Thanks buddy.” Cephus walks and sees the room is a total mess. Chairs and tables are overturned and the wall paper has been torn off some of the walls.
“Damn…you get in a fight in here?”
“No. I like it like this. Reminds me of home.”
“You live in a dump?”
“Are you insulting me!?” Pollux starts to walk up on Cephus who is still taking in the destruction of the room. Sadie steps in front of him and pushes him back. Hard. Pollux flies back into a broken table and goes ass over tea kettle. He tries to get up fast but is tripping over the broken stuff and looks very clumsy as he stands up.
“You dropped your towel love.” Sadie says looking Pollux up and down, one eyebrow raised in appereciation.
Snatching his towel, Pollux is super mad. He can’t even talk he is so angry.
“I want to throw the match to you today.” Cephus says still taking in the destroyed ceiling.
At this, Pollux stops and pulls up his towel and stares at Cephus.
“You what?”
“I’m going to let you win. I have a mission.”
“Let…me? You couldn’t beat me on your best day with your fat girlfriend’s help.”
Cephus is on him like white on rice. A side judo throw followed by a mount. Cephus rears back to punch a dazed and confused Pollux. Sadie stops him.
“Hold on my love.”
“Come on, just one. Just give me one punch.”
“Maybe. Hold on. Let’s talk to him for a minute.”
“Three seconds.”
“I’ll need a bit more love.”
“Fine. Take as many as you want. Because you are hot as hell!!” He yells the last part into Pollux’s face.
“Mr. Pollux, may we call you Mr. Pollux?”
“Yeah sure. Whatever you want.” Pollux says from the ground.
“Cephus and I are on a mission. An important mission.”
“Yeah, to get a box of Moon Pies.” Cephus says menacingly. “A really big box.”
Pollux looks at Sadie and then back at Cephus who is still cocked and ready to throw a punch. He is very confused.
“What is a Moon Pie?”
“What is a Moon Pie?!” Cephus hits him.
“Cephus. Please give me just a few more seconds.”
“Anything for you, you beautiful, voluptuous goddess!!” Again, yelling the last part in Pollux’s face, cocking back another fist.
“Tonight Cephus will let you pin him to advance in the tournament. But you work for us now. When we need a favor you will give it to us, agreed.”
“Yeah, sure. Just get him off me. Please…er..ah.. Lovely lady.”
Once Cephus hears the words Lovely Lady, he jumps up off Pollux and helps him up.
“Good man. So, tonight in our match here is what I’m thinking.”
Cephus puts his arm around the slightly terrified mostly confused Pollux. We leave these three and head back to the action in the ring.
Pit Viper’s nose is busted and he is favoring his shoulder. He paws out a jab that Southwest blocks to the side. Pit Viper is trying to avoid the rushes from the big man, but he has been less than fortunate in that regard.
“Thought you were going to hurt me chump?” Southwest smiles.
“Day is still young.”
“’fraid not snake man. Time to get Cheetohed.”
“What the hell are you babbling about…”
Southwest throws a looping left that Pit Viper bites on and tries to block and then realizes his mistake as he is driven to the mat yet again.
This time however, he feels one of his ribs go as the big man lands on him. He tries to get his bearings only to have a knee hit him in the side of the head.
Pit Viper can only see foggy images; his mask is slightly askew on his face. Then a feeling of weightlessness hits him for a second, then pain floods in from his head to his feet and all along his back. He knows he is in big trouble.
“Move.” He tells himself, but nothing is responding. He wobbles side to side on the mat, trying to get feeling back in his limbs. As his vision starts to clear; he looks up and sees Cheetoh on the top rope.
Fear grips him as he tries to roll over to escape what he knows is coming. The last thing he remembers is the crushing pain of having this huge man land him. He doesn’t even hear the ref count to three, nor does he hear the announcement that he has lost. He doesn’t hear anything for twenty minutes until he wakes up in the back, in the medical tent.
He awakens looking into the beaten eyes of his friend Pulsar in the bunk next to him. His chest wrapped with bandages.
“What happened?”
“You got Cheetohed.”
“What?”
“That’s what that weird little guy calls the move that beat you. Cheetohed.”
Pit Viper just looks at the bed frame above his bed and starts to cry.
End of Chapter 20.
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Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 3, 2018 2:08:08 GMT -5
Greatest thing ever happened. I found and english to Scottish slang translator online. I am so damn happy. Anyway. I have changed all of Maggie's dialog on the master, which when I'm done I'll post as a pdf for anyone who wants to read cover to cover. I'm approaching 30,000 words with this story. 10,000 more and I think i just wrote my first raw, super rough draft novel. Anyway, I will be using the translator for all of Maggie's nonsense from here on out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. The Scottish, who knew they were so entertaining?
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Post by throwingtoasters on Apr 3, 2018 2:16:06 GMT -5
Greatest thing ever happened. I found and english to Scottish slang translator online. I am so damn happy. Anyway. I have changed all of Maggie's dialog on the master, which when I'm done I'll post as a pdf for anyone who wants to read cover to cover. I'm approaching 30,000 words with this story. 10,000 more and I think i just wrote my first raw, super rough draft novel. Anyway, I will be using the translator for all of Maggie's nonsense from here on out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. The Scottish, who knew they were so entertaining? I did something like that last year when I translated Hillary Clin-tron’s Dialogue into binary. I should see if I can find one for Faller’s Norwegian accent. Hmmmmm |
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Post by Shane Sullivan on Apr 3, 2018 2:31:26 GMT -5
I couldn’t stop laughing. I loved it. Can’t wait to see what you do with Faller.
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Post by TTX on Apr 3, 2018 4:58:17 GMT -5
Double Header...fun stuff. Keep it up.
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Post by cman on Apr 3, 2018 13:43:08 GMT -5
I tried reading all of Maggies dialog in a Scottish accent, and still coculdnt understand a single word. It was the funniest thing ever. The image of Southwest Cheetohing somebody is just too good. Have you thought about creating a set out of this story because it would be epic.
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