Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2006 20:24:41 GMT -5
Michael Laiman stood just out of sight of his three children waiting quietly around the Christmas tree. His three children had no idea he'd been laid off a few weeks ago, since he still left the house around nine every morning. The difference was his destination, in that for the past few weeks, he'd been drinking heavily at Spiker's Bar instead of being employed. He'd managed to use his last paycheck to still give his children a good Christmas.
He entered the room with a pile of wrapped presents, and separated them into three piles for Sean, Laura, and Al. While Sean and Laura tore into their presents happily, Al merely stared at his father. As Michael left the room, he noticed there were still two eyes watching him. He turned around to find his ten-year-old looking up at him.
"When were you planning to tell us you lost your job, Dad?"
"I didn't want to ruin Christmas for you kids," Michael replied. "How did you find out?"
"When I tried to call you at work and they hung up, that was a good sign."
"Just don't tell your brother or sister."
"I won't." Al then fell back into his silent self and quietly wandered back to his pile of Christmas presents. Michael Laiman sighed as he headed out to his car, knowing his children would never see him alive again.
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We're booked against Simmons and Rayfeld, Al." Fury's voice broke my thoughts as I stared into my vacant locker. I shook my head and came back to reality.
"Who?"
"Simmons and Rayfield, the EWF tag team champions."
"We're facing the EWF tag team champions in our first match? What the hell?"
"I believe that's what they call a job, boys." A new voice entered our conversation. I turned to see Eugene standing by the door in full wrestling gear.
"What do you mean by that?" Fury asked.
"Well, it's no secret that you won't be winning the tag titles tonight, in your freakin' debut. You two are gonna go out there and let the two of them pummel the shit out of you so they can look good for their upcoming Pay-Per- View showdown with the Showstoppers."
Fury and I looked at each other as Eugene left us with a snicker.
"What a colossal waste of time this may have been, eh?" Although a sarcastic remark, how true it seemed to be. Would Z really have us ride with him the whole way out here only to be completely destroyed?
The EWF show opened up with a display of pyro and the sellout crowd was hot. We saw Geno go over Marky Dreamer in a hardcore match to open the show, and he walked by us with a glimmering smile. Joey Cranston and Vincent Stecchino had to fight each other, and Stecchino won when Cranston refused to tap and eventually passed out. We got our cue, and when the music hit, we headed out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. As we stepped in the ring, I looked over at Fury.
"They better let us actually pick our music next time."
Fury laughed. "Somehow, I don't think we fit the image of that song."
Our music was cut off by a heavy guitar riff, and Simmons and Rayfield walked out to heavy heat. Fury and I looked at our competition, who outsized us both by a good amount. Fury offered me the opening spot, and I reluctantly began to circle around the ring, looking at the muscle-covered giant who stood across from me. I moved in for a headlock, and that's when he countered it.
I was so shocked that when he threw me on to my back, I didn't feel a thing. He jumped near my head and began pounding rights into my head, but he began talking again during the process.
He picked me up and tried to throw me into the ropes with an Irish Whip. I countered, sending him into the ropes, then locked in the sleeper, which to my surprise, electrified the Wilkes-Barre crowd.
He lifted me up and fell backwards while I still had the hold in, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He grabbed me by the hair to drag me back up.
He powerslammed me, then went for a cover, but I got my shoulder up after a two count.
The match proceeded with me finally getting a comeback run against Rayfield, then tagging Fury in. Rayfield got some shots in, but Fury was on fire! His martial arts ability combined with his breath-taking moves had the crowd chanting his name. Rayfield got a blind tag into Simmons and blindsided Fury. Immersing into a heavy beat down, Simmons continued his powerhouse blows. Simmons locked Fury into a submission I was unfamiliar with, and the crowd began stomping and chanting his name again.
Fury responded to the crowd's chants by nailing him with a few martial arts kicks, then fell back to tag me. As the first guy I faced turned around, Fury hit a roundhouse, sending him into the ring ropes, and as he bounced back, I threw him up in the air, and managed to come around for the neckbreaker perfectly! The crowd went nuts and counted with the ref: 1....2....3!
Fury pulled me from the ring, and the crowd went into a standing ovation as we hi-tailed it before they could kick our asses just a little more. When we hit backstage, Z was standing there with his arms crossed as Eugene (Geno) was shaking his head in shock.
"How the hell did that happen?" he wondered out loud.
"No idea myself," responded Fury, "but if that's what you call a job, then I'd be happy to take it."
Z's expression went sour, and he turned to Eugene. "You told them they were doing a job?"
"That's what I..."
Z continued to calmly inform Eugene how displeased he was with his altercation of plans.... or something like that... As Fury and I headed back to the locker room, he looked at me.
"Now THAT was fun!"
"I think the business may actually have some faith in us!"
"Only time can tell, Al."
He entered the room with a pile of wrapped presents, and separated them into three piles for Sean, Laura, and Al. While Sean and Laura tore into their presents happily, Al merely stared at his father. As Michael left the room, he noticed there were still two eyes watching him. He turned around to find his ten-year-old looking up at him.
"When were you planning to tell us you lost your job, Dad?"
"I didn't want to ruin Christmas for you kids," Michael replied. "How did you find out?"
"When I tried to call you at work and they hung up, that was a good sign."
"Just don't tell your brother or sister."
"I won't." Al then fell back into his silent self and quietly wandered back to his pile of Christmas presents. Michael Laiman sighed as he headed out to his car, knowing his children would never see him alive again.
.
We're booked against Simmons and Rayfeld, Al." Fury's voice broke my thoughts as I stared into my vacant locker. I shook my head and came back to reality.
"Who?"
"Simmons and Rayfield, the EWF tag team champions."
"We're facing the EWF tag team champions in our first match? What the hell?"
"I believe that's what they call a job, boys." A new voice entered our conversation. I turned to see Eugene standing by the door in full wrestling gear.
"What do you mean by that?" Fury asked.
"Well, it's no secret that you won't be winning the tag titles tonight, in your freakin' debut. You two are gonna go out there and let the two of them pummel the shit out of you so they can look good for their upcoming Pay-Per- View showdown with the Showstoppers."
Fury and I looked at each other as Eugene left us with a snicker.
"What a colossal waste of time this may have been, eh?" Although a sarcastic remark, how true it seemed to be. Would Z really have us ride with him the whole way out here only to be completely destroyed?
The EWF show opened up with a display of pyro and the sellout crowd was hot. We saw Geno go over Marky Dreamer in a hardcore match to open the show, and he walked by us with a glimmering smile. Joey Cranston and Vincent Stecchino had to fight each other, and Stecchino won when Cranston refused to tap and eventually passed out. We got our cue, and when the music hit, we headed out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. As we stepped in the ring, I looked over at Fury.
"They better let us actually pick our music next time."
Fury laughed. "Somehow, I don't think we fit the image of that song."
Our music was cut off by a heavy guitar riff, and Simmons and Rayfield walked out to heavy heat. Fury and I looked at our competition, who outsized us both by a good amount. Fury offered me the opening spot, and I reluctantly began to circle around the ring, looking at the muscle-covered giant who stood across from me. I moved in for a headlock, and that's when he countered it.
I was so shocked that when he threw me on to my back, I didn't feel a thing. He jumped near my head and began pounding rights into my head, but he began talking again during the process.
He picked me up and tried to throw me into the ropes with an Irish Whip. I countered, sending him into the ropes, then locked in the sleeper, which to my surprise, electrified the Wilkes-Barre crowd.
He lifted me up and fell backwards while I still had the hold in, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He grabbed me by the hair to drag me back up.
He powerslammed me, then went for a cover, but I got my shoulder up after a two count.
The match proceeded with me finally getting a comeback run against Rayfield, then tagging Fury in. Rayfield got some shots in, but Fury was on fire! His martial arts ability combined with his breath-taking moves had the crowd chanting his name. Rayfield got a blind tag into Simmons and blindsided Fury. Immersing into a heavy beat down, Simmons continued his powerhouse blows. Simmons locked Fury into a submission I was unfamiliar with, and the crowd began stomping and chanting his name again.
Fury responded to the crowd's chants by nailing him with a few martial arts kicks, then fell back to tag me. As the first guy I faced turned around, Fury hit a roundhouse, sending him into the ring ropes, and as he bounced back, I threw him up in the air, and managed to come around for the neckbreaker perfectly! The crowd went nuts and counted with the ref: 1....2....3!
Fury pulled me from the ring, and the crowd went into a standing ovation as we hi-tailed it before they could kick our asses just a little more. When we hit backstage, Z was standing there with his arms crossed as Eugene (Geno) was shaking his head in shock.
"How the hell did that happen?" he wondered out loud.
"No idea myself," responded Fury, "but if that's what you call a job, then I'd be happy to take it."
Z's expression went sour, and he turned to Eugene. "You told them they were doing a job?"
"That's what I..."
Z continued to calmly inform Eugene how displeased he was with his altercation of plans.... or something like that... As Fury and I headed back to the locker room, he looked at me.
"Now THAT was fun!"
"I think the business may actually have some faith in us!"
"Only time can tell, Al."