On Thin Ice :: Prologue - Frosty New Year
Jan 4, 2018 21:13:47 GMT -5
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TIC: On Thin Ice
A Cosmos's Story
Prologue- Frosty New Year
(also known as Icemann on Ice)
PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND
NEW YEARS DAY
12:52 AM
You'd think being known as The Icemann, Luis Malave would be better equipped to handle New England winter weather, but when nearly-slipping while walking down an icy Atwells Ave alleyway, Luis can be heard grumbling to himself, “I fucking hate the cold. I fucking hate the ice. Why'd I park so far away?”
Having grown up in Providence, Luis knew this particular alleyway was safe and secluded. He wanted to blend in and be unseen. When your as famous as “The Icemann,” and when you're driving the type of expensive car that's he's driving, this kind of thing is hard. All he wanted to do was come to his hometown, with his wife-to-be, to bring in the New Year with friends and family who didn't care about his fame or riches. Even his brothers Carlos and Anthony, who he hadn't exactly been on talking terms with, were going to be there.
Parking here, in this spot, seemed like a good idea at first. But sometimes, good intentions yield undesirable results.
Now, intoxicated after a night of New Years Eve drinking, and practically ice-skating while wearing his finest dress shoes, these results would be considered undesirable. And to make matters worse, he's making this trek sans fiancee.
Kassandra Black, Luis's fiancee, decided on a cab after the two of them got into a very public argument at the party. The couple made it until 12:04 AM before she rushed out the door. Luis tried to downplay the argument to those who asked, but those in attendance could tell the two did not bring in the New Year with joy.
But even so, it was a new year and Luis had high hopes for 2018. The itch had returned. Wrestling was calling his name. More specifically, Pure Class Wrestling. While he still had majority ownership in the promotion, Luis had taken a sabbatical, wanting to let the new team behind the scenes do their thing.
He pulled Frank Foley from the President position, figuring he would be more suited working with two other former presidents, Skylar Marshall and Alejandro Walker, on the Board of Directors.
He allowed Mr. Showtime to exert his power as a minority owner of the company.
He watched as LoKi became PCW President.
And now, he was interested in returning. He would not let this argument with Kassandra dampen his hopes for 2018. He and Kassandra would be fine. He'd worry about her after he got out of this cold. And with his car within reach...
BAMPF
...With his car within reach, Luis tugged into his pocket and pulled out his keys, but as he does, an unrecognizable sound is heard. A lower end, bass sound. The noise startles Malave, causing him to drop his keys.
Dropping down to pick up his keys, a bewildered Luis wonders, “What the hell was that?” but while searching underneath his car he sees a pair of dusty black boots on the other end. Luis jumps up and, standing on the other side of the car, a figure meets Luis; Its face obscured by a black cowboy hat and Its body hidden under a large black trench coat.
“I wish I had more time, Malave. I'd have really loved to make you suffer. Unfortunately, ending your life and legacy will have to do,” the figure says in a low, gravelly voice.
“Who the hell are you? What are you even talking about?” Luis asks. The figure doesn't respond, instead brandishing a pistol out of his tench and pointing it in Luis's direction.
PEW
The pistol goes off without much warning, capping Luis in the shoulder. A stunned Luis groans in pain and ducks behind his car. Luis then tries to reason with the figure.
“Come on, it's New Years. I got money. I'll give you some. Let's just hold on a second and talk this out,” Luis says in a panic. “You know who I am, you've said my name. You know I can get you some money. Shit man, you can have my car and go about your business. I'll just chalk this one up as a loss and be chill. None of this has to be done. Please.”
The shooter responds by circling around the car where Luis is trying to shield himself. The shooter fires a shot, hitting Malave in the chest.
“I wish I could enjoy this more,” says the figure. And then...
BAMPF
As Luis clutches his chest, another unrecognizable sound is heard. With his vision going in and out, Luis can see a person attempting to run towards him and barely murmurs out to it, “He-e-llp.”
The person tries running towards Luis, but the ice is making it difficult.
“You've run out of time, Cosmos” the shooter exclaims before hightailing it out of the alley. Luis can see the person identified as Cosmos run up to him as he takes his last breaths. As Cosmos makes it to Luis, all he could do is stare down and state, “I'm too late.”
A Cosmos's Story
Prologue- Frosty New Year
(also known as Icemann on Ice)
PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND
NEW YEARS DAY
12:52 AM
You'd think being known as The Icemann, Luis Malave would be better equipped to handle New England winter weather, but when nearly-slipping while walking down an icy Atwells Ave alleyway, Luis can be heard grumbling to himself, “I fucking hate the cold. I fucking hate the ice. Why'd I park so far away?”
Having grown up in Providence, Luis knew this particular alleyway was safe and secluded. He wanted to blend in and be unseen. When your as famous as “The Icemann,” and when you're driving the type of expensive car that's he's driving, this kind of thing is hard. All he wanted to do was come to his hometown, with his wife-to-be, to bring in the New Year with friends and family who didn't care about his fame or riches. Even his brothers Carlos and Anthony, who he hadn't exactly been on talking terms with, were going to be there.
Parking here, in this spot, seemed like a good idea at first. But sometimes, good intentions yield undesirable results.
Now, intoxicated after a night of New Years Eve drinking, and practically ice-skating while wearing his finest dress shoes, these results would be considered undesirable. And to make matters worse, he's making this trek sans fiancee.
Kassandra Black, Luis's fiancee, decided on a cab after the two of them got into a very public argument at the party. The couple made it until 12:04 AM before she rushed out the door. Luis tried to downplay the argument to those who asked, but those in attendance could tell the two did not bring in the New Year with joy.
But even so, it was a new year and Luis had high hopes for 2018. The itch had returned. Wrestling was calling his name. More specifically, Pure Class Wrestling. While he still had majority ownership in the promotion, Luis had taken a sabbatical, wanting to let the new team behind the scenes do their thing.
He pulled Frank Foley from the President position, figuring he would be more suited working with two other former presidents, Skylar Marshall and Alejandro Walker, on the Board of Directors.
He allowed Mr. Showtime to exert his power as a minority owner of the company.
He watched as LoKi became PCW President.
And now, he was interested in returning. He would not let this argument with Kassandra dampen his hopes for 2018. He and Kassandra would be fine. He'd worry about her after he got out of this cold. And with his car within reach...
BAMPF
...With his car within reach, Luis tugged into his pocket and pulled out his keys, but as he does, an unrecognizable sound is heard. A lower end, bass sound. The noise startles Malave, causing him to drop his keys.
Dropping down to pick up his keys, a bewildered Luis wonders, “What the hell was that?” but while searching underneath his car he sees a pair of dusty black boots on the other end. Luis jumps up and, standing on the other side of the car, a figure meets Luis; Its face obscured by a black cowboy hat and Its body hidden under a large black trench coat.
“I wish I had more time, Malave. I'd have really loved to make you suffer. Unfortunately, ending your life and legacy will have to do,” the figure says in a low, gravelly voice.
“Who the hell are you? What are you even talking about?” Luis asks. The figure doesn't respond, instead brandishing a pistol out of his tench and pointing it in Luis's direction.
PEW
The pistol goes off without much warning, capping Luis in the shoulder. A stunned Luis groans in pain and ducks behind his car. Luis then tries to reason with the figure.
“Come on, it's New Years. I got money. I'll give you some. Let's just hold on a second and talk this out,” Luis says in a panic. “You know who I am, you've said my name. You know I can get you some money. Shit man, you can have my car and go about your business. I'll just chalk this one up as a loss and be chill. None of this has to be done. Please.”
The shooter responds by circling around the car where Luis is trying to shield himself. The shooter fires a shot, hitting Malave in the chest.
“I wish I could enjoy this more,” says the figure. And then...
BAMPF
As Luis clutches his chest, another unrecognizable sound is heard. With his vision going in and out, Luis can see a person attempting to run towards him and barely murmurs out to it, “He-e-llp.”
The person tries running towards Luis, but the ice is making it difficult.
“You've run out of time, Cosmos” the shooter exclaims before hightailing it out of the alley. Luis can see the person identified as Cosmos run up to him as he takes his last breaths. As Cosmos makes it to Luis, all he could do is stare down and state, “I'm too late.”