Post by blackice on Jun 2, 2005 8:24:37 GMT -5
The scene opens at Greensville Airport, in Greensville, South Carolina, we are inside the Arrivals gate where many a family are waiting upon the return of loved ones, taxi drivers are waiting for their clients, and shop assistants are waiting for the rush of incoming customers.
Surely, soon enough a huge surge of people pile off the plane and into the arrivals area, literally hundreds of people pile into an almost full room, we have mothers with children running into the arms of their fathers, lone children crying as they are lost in the rush, and, amusingly, ten people falling over a loose suitcase. The last person to arrive is a man we all know in PCW, the once famous, Black Ice.
Black Ice, the twenty-year-old man that in his first ever match came fourth in the PCW “Gold Rush” Rumble, and made an immediate impact, but made the fatal mistake of getting wound up in other affairs, by other affairs, I mean Angelica Night.
In fact, this was the first time we had seen Black Ice in over two weeks, since losing to Slither, and drawing twice with The Painted Assassin. To date, we have no reason for the absence of Black Ice, but we can hope that this will be the day of his return – just two days before Revival, PCWs first pay-per-view event.
Little does Black Ice know, he is booked in a battle royale match, against a number of top PCW stars, a testing match, but we should see if Black Ice’s absence has done him any favours.
After visiting a couple of shops, and using the facilities, Ice makes his way to the taxi rank outside, where he hails a taxi. After fifteen minutes of waiting one finally pulls up that isn’t reserved – Ice throws his luggage in the boot, gets in.
TD(Taxi Driver): Where to?
Me: The Pure Class Arena man
TD: Sure thing..
Choosing to sit in silence for the journey after a knackering plane flight, Ice is unimpressed when a daydream is interrupted by the driver.
TD: Aren’t you that young wrestler guy?
Me: Ye I am…Black Ice
A smile appears across Ice’s face as someone has shown interest in him and his wrestling, little did he know, but this is the first fan that he has had.
TD: Yeah, Black Ice, that’s the one…now I am the casual wrestling fan, and to be honest, I was wondering if somethin’ was up?
The smile suddenly disappeared from Ice’s face, and a blank expression took its place.
Me: What you mean?
TD: Well, to be honest man, I’ve never seen you win a match to date
Me: Well, there was this…<br>
The blank expression turned to one of misery, as Ice realises this dumb-ass taxi driver was in fact correct with his observation…this was indeed a bad day
Me: You’re right…holy sh*t you’re right…damn! I really need to do something about that!
With that, Ice got a notepad out of his pocket, and spent the rest of his journey scribbling notes down, whilst sipping water every now and again. Plans needed to be made – so why wait?
After ten or fifteen minutes more, the taxi pulls up outside the Pure Class Arena, and Ice steps out onto the sidewalk, takes his case from the back, and pays the driver, and thanks him for his help.
Ice looked upon the place from which he had been absent, knowing that something needed to be done, and now with a look of determination on his face, he began to march up the steps, and in through the main door, and was greeted by the familiar face of the receptionist…he wasn’t in the mood to be messed with so he headed past her to the backstage area…<br>
R(Receptionist): Excuse me sir, are you authorized to go back there?
Me: Yes…yes, I am.
Ice turned his back on her, and continued towards the door.
R: Excuse me, but you’ll have to show me your backstage pass
Me: Look lady, I don’t have one, you know who I am, so don’t be a b*tch for once!!
R: I take offence to that, and if you don’t show me your pass, I’m afraid I’ll have to call security.
Black Ice chuckles to himself, and walks over to the counter
Me: Look lady, seriously, you’re taking the piss now, I’m a really busy guy, you know who I am, and for some reason you continue to piss me off – you call security? That’s fine, if you want me to call your boss, and tell him that I’m being racially abused? And then you’ll have be sacked, and have to return to your parents house, and probably never have a job again? You f*ckin’ know who I am, so stop taking the PISS!
The disgruntled receptionist loosens her collar, and reluctantly takes her finger away from the security button
R: Ok then Mr. Ice, seeing as you put it that way…I’ll let you go through…just this once.
Ice turns away with a smug look on his face, it sure felt pretty good to be back, but changes still had to be made…he headed through to the backstage area – straight to the empty locker room, where a list of the card for Revival was on the wall…<br>
Me(to myself): …World Championship Round Robin…blah blah blah…Three Way elimination match…….ah….here I am! Bottom of the card…Battle Royale…Slither vs. Pandora vs. The Painted Assassin vs. Rayne vs. Havik vs. Black Ice vs. Maverick Stone……hmmmmm…<br>
Ice thinks to himself for a moment, before leaving the room looking more determined than ever.
TBC by Me!
Surely, soon enough a huge surge of people pile off the plane and into the arrivals area, literally hundreds of people pile into an almost full room, we have mothers with children running into the arms of their fathers, lone children crying as they are lost in the rush, and, amusingly, ten people falling over a loose suitcase. The last person to arrive is a man we all know in PCW, the once famous, Black Ice.
Black Ice, the twenty-year-old man that in his first ever match came fourth in the PCW “Gold Rush” Rumble, and made an immediate impact, but made the fatal mistake of getting wound up in other affairs, by other affairs, I mean Angelica Night.
In fact, this was the first time we had seen Black Ice in over two weeks, since losing to Slither, and drawing twice with The Painted Assassin. To date, we have no reason for the absence of Black Ice, but we can hope that this will be the day of his return – just two days before Revival, PCWs first pay-per-view event.
Little does Black Ice know, he is booked in a battle royale match, against a number of top PCW stars, a testing match, but we should see if Black Ice’s absence has done him any favours.
After visiting a couple of shops, and using the facilities, Ice makes his way to the taxi rank outside, where he hails a taxi. After fifteen minutes of waiting one finally pulls up that isn’t reserved – Ice throws his luggage in the boot, gets in.
TD(Taxi Driver): Where to?
Me: The Pure Class Arena man
TD: Sure thing..
Choosing to sit in silence for the journey after a knackering plane flight, Ice is unimpressed when a daydream is interrupted by the driver.
TD: Aren’t you that young wrestler guy?
Me: Ye I am…Black Ice
A smile appears across Ice’s face as someone has shown interest in him and his wrestling, little did he know, but this is the first fan that he has had.
TD: Yeah, Black Ice, that’s the one…now I am the casual wrestling fan, and to be honest, I was wondering if somethin’ was up?
The smile suddenly disappeared from Ice’s face, and a blank expression took its place.
Me: What you mean?
TD: Well, to be honest man, I’ve never seen you win a match to date
Me: Well, there was this…<br>
The blank expression turned to one of misery, as Ice realises this dumb-ass taxi driver was in fact correct with his observation…this was indeed a bad day
Me: You’re right…holy sh*t you’re right…damn! I really need to do something about that!
With that, Ice got a notepad out of his pocket, and spent the rest of his journey scribbling notes down, whilst sipping water every now and again. Plans needed to be made – so why wait?
After ten or fifteen minutes more, the taxi pulls up outside the Pure Class Arena, and Ice steps out onto the sidewalk, takes his case from the back, and pays the driver, and thanks him for his help.
Ice looked upon the place from which he had been absent, knowing that something needed to be done, and now with a look of determination on his face, he began to march up the steps, and in through the main door, and was greeted by the familiar face of the receptionist…he wasn’t in the mood to be messed with so he headed past her to the backstage area…<br>
R(Receptionist): Excuse me sir, are you authorized to go back there?
Me: Yes…yes, I am.
Ice turned his back on her, and continued towards the door.
R: Excuse me, but you’ll have to show me your backstage pass
Me: Look lady, I don’t have one, you know who I am, so don’t be a b*tch for once!!
R: I take offence to that, and if you don’t show me your pass, I’m afraid I’ll have to call security.
Black Ice chuckles to himself, and walks over to the counter
Me: Look lady, seriously, you’re taking the piss now, I’m a really busy guy, you know who I am, and for some reason you continue to piss me off – you call security? That’s fine, if you want me to call your boss, and tell him that I’m being racially abused? And then you’ll have be sacked, and have to return to your parents house, and probably never have a job again? You f*ckin’ know who I am, so stop taking the PISS!
The disgruntled receptionist loosens her collar, and reluctantly takes her finger away from the security button
R: Ok then Mr. Ice, seeing as you put it that way…I’ll let you go through…just this once.
Ice turns away with a smug look on his face, it sure felt pretty good to be back, but changes still had to be made…he headed through to the backstage area – straight to the empty locker room, where a list of the card for Revival was on the wall…<br>
Me(to myself): …World Championship Round Robin…blah blah blah…Three Way elimination match…….ah….here I am! Bottom of the card…Battle Royale…Slither vs. Pandora vs. The Painted Assassin vs. Rayne vs. Havik vs. Black Ice vs. Maverick Stone……hmmmmm…<br>
Ice thinks to himself for a moment, before leaving the room looking more determined than ever.
TBC by Me!