Post by Mr. Showtime on Oct 30, 2015 16:28:27 GMT -5
Going trick of treating was an ingenious idea. “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght needed a way to relate with potential voters to keep his name relevant in the polls. He doesn’t have the luxury of going on television to debate other candidates because he isn’t affiliated to a party. His campaign leadership has asked numerous candidates to have one off debates, but none want to legitimize his candidacy.
When Billy Sadistic suggested that the two of them should go trick or treating in jest it sparked an idea. The two of them could go out and trick or treat with children around numerous neighborhoods. Sadistic had insisted that they go around Hangtown, but Wryght refused. If he were running for Mayor of Hangtown, a position that could end up deadly, that would be fine. For the highest office in the nation Showtime needed something a bit more polarizing. Also the residence of Hangtown get a little jumpy around cameras anyways.
The two decided that South Carolina would be the best place for their ventures. Not only would Showtime be recognizable, but the popularity of Pure Class Wrestling in their home state would be helpful as well. Sadistic being World Champion and Showtime holding “two” titles didn’t hurt either. The trick around everything would be that they’d still need to be recognizable.
That solution would come from Ruth Dillinger for that pickle. She suggested that the two of them dress as the other and the best part is that they could bring the authentic belts with them. This led to photo opts galore. They even found a group of children dressed as the Black Hand, though Showtime and Sadistic were scolded by their parents when Sadistic offered little Stormm a Blue Moon.
After the festivities the duo were left alone by Showtime’s cherry red Tesla Model S. Sadistic had fallen asleep from his sugar high crash, but Showtime wasn’t quite ready to hit the road. He’d been troubled by the final comments that the two had shared before their arrival. Wryght knew that the gauntlet Sadistic had been thrown through was taking a toll on him. No other superstar had ever been asked to defend the World Title is succession like he’d needed to. Capping it off with Saniti was the worst of all. This battle was not just about brute strength but it was personal. Emotions were involved and that is just something that Billy Sadistic refused to admit he had.
On the other hand Nathan Saniti was a person that Showtime actually loathed, and a wrestler that did not match up well. Showtime’s always has the strategy to attacking a body part that wrestler’s needed the most. Someone who liked to fly like Nathan could be grounded by taking away a knee. Then if he has to fall back on his technical skill he’d be no match against Showtime. No one really was.
The x-factor for Showtime was Kelli Starr. She was someone that Showtime pitied. She was mind-fucked by the Black Hand worse than most, then forced to stay with that monster magician. She was a poor confused girl that Showtime actually liked. He didn’t hide his displease on how the pieces fell with her, but there wasn’t anything her could do about it now. All bridges burned and unable to be rebuilt.
Showtime looked over at his friend, snoring away, probably dreaming some horrific dream that pleased him to no end. He didn’t like the way that he was so eager to put up his fight against Starr, but it was better Sadistic then Showtime.
“You’re still soft,” came a harsh voice from behind Showtime, as the air filled with the sweet smell of tobacco. Showtime turned around to see an older gentleman, probably in his mid-fifties, puffing away on the nub of a cigarette. He took his final drag, flicked it into the woods and lit another.
“You know those things will kill you,” replied Showtime in jest. He knew smokers hated hearing that.
“It’s not the cigarettes that worry me.”
“Well, I won’t harm you for calling me soft, I’m not one of the Dillingers and the one I’m with is asleep.”
“It’s not you either,” replied the man pulling hard on his cigarette, the embers glowing bright orange. “What you should be worried about is how you come off looking soft with your current company. The American public are watching your every move. They see these gentlemen as nothing but an extension of yourself. Either they make you look like the soft one of the bunch or that your cohorts are monsters.”
“I think that the American people know the difference. They see me as the stabilizer of the group. The only man that could help ground the mayhem of the Dillingers. I don’t think you have any idea on what you are talking about. Who are you anyways?”
“I’m a friend,” replied the man as he tosses away his cigarette and lit another.
“I don’t have too many friends I’ve never met before.”
“That interesting, you are a part of an organization that you’ve not met ninety-nine percent of its members. Seems to me that the majority of your friends are strangers. I’m just warning you, because I care about your best interests. I’ll leave you be, but be careful.”
“Why do I have the feeling that this won’t be the last time I see you.”
“Because you’re a smart man,” he said as he exhaled a large plume of smoke. He turned on his heels and vanished into the night. Showtime was quick to get back into his car, which immediately awoke Sadistic.
“Were you smoking?” asked Billy.
“No?”
“We heading back to Joisey?”
“Stop it, your Jersey accent it terrible. Especially since it’s you rednecks that have the accent.”
When Billy Sadistic suggested that the two of them should go trick or treating in jest it sparked an idea. The two of them could go out and trick or treat with children around numerous neighborhoods. Sadistic had insisted that they go around Hangtown, but Wryght refused. If he were running for Mayor of Hangtown, a position that could end up deadly, that would be fine. For the highest office in the nation Showtime needed something a bit more polarizing. Also the residence of Hangtown get a little jumpy around cameras anyways.
The two decided that South Carolina would be the best place for their ventures. Not only would Showtime be recognizable, but the popularity of Pure Class Wrestling in their home state would be helpful as well. Sadistic being World Champion and Showtime holding “two” titles didn’t hurt either. The trick around everything would be that they’d still need to be recognizable.
That solution would come from Ruth Dillinger for that pickle. She suggested that the two of them dress as the other and the best part is that they could bring the authentic belts with them. This led to photo opts galore. They even found a group of children dressed as the Black Hand, though Showtime and Sadistic were scolded by their parents when Sadistic offered little Stormm a Blue Moon.
After the festivities the duo were left alone by Showtime’s cherry red Tesla Model S. Sadistic had fallen asleep from his sugar high crash, but Showtime wasn’t quite ready to hit the road. He’d been troubled by the final comments that the two had shared before their arrival. Wryght knew that the gauntlet Sadistic had been thrown through was taking a toll on him. No other superstar had ever been asked to defend the World Title is succession like he’d needed to. Capping it off with Saniti was the worst of all. This battle was not just about brute strength but it was personal. Emotions were involved and that is just something that Billy Sadistic refused to admit he had.
On the other hand Nathan Saniti was a person that Showtime actually loathed, and a wrestler that did not match up well. Showtime’s always has the strategy to attacking a body part that wrestler’s needed the most. Someone who liked to fly like Nathan could be grounded by taking away a knee. Then if he has to fall back on his technical skill he’d be no match against Showtime. No one really was.
The x-factor for Showtime was Kelli Starr. She was someone that Showtime pitied. She was mind-fucked by the Black Hand worse than most, then forced to stay with that monster magician. She was a poor confused girl that Showtime actually liked. He didn’t hide his displease on how the pieces fell with her, but there wasn’t anything her could do about it now. All bridges burned and unable to be rebuilt.
Showtime looked over at his friend, snoring away, probably dreaming some horrific dream that pleased him to no end. He didn’t like the way that he was so eager to put up his fight against Starr, but it was better Sadistic then Showtime.
“You’re still soft,” came a harsh voice from behind Showtime, as the air filled with the sweet smell of tobacco. Showtime turned around to see an older gentleman, probably in his mid-fifties, puffing away on the nub of a cigarette. He took his final drag, flicked it into the woods and lit another.
“You know those things will kill you,” replied Showtime in jest. He knew smokers hated hearing that.
“It’s not the cigarettes that worry me.”
“Well, I won’t harm you for calling me soft, I’m not one of the Dillingers and the one I’m with is asleep.”
“It’s not you either,” replied the man pulling hard on his cigarette, the embers glowing bright orange. “What you should be worried about is how you come off looking soft with your current company. The American public are watching your every move. They see these gentlemen as nothing but an extension of yourself. Either they make you look like the soft one of the bunch or that your cohorts are monsters.”
“I think that the American people know the difference. They see me as the stabilizer of the group. The only man that could help ground the mayhem of the Dillingers. I don’t think you have any idea on what you are talking about. Who are you anyways?”
“I’m a friend,” replied the man as he tosses away his cigarette and lit another.
“I don’t have too many friends I’ve never met before.”
“That interesting, you are a part of an organization that you’ve not met ninety-nine percent of its members. Seems to me that the majority of your friends are strangers. I’m just warning you, because I care about your best interests. I’ll leave you be, but be careful.”
“Why do I have the feeling that this won’t be the last time I see you.”
“Because you’re a smart man,” he said as he exhaled a large plume of smoke. He turned on his heels and vanished into the night. Showtime was quick to get back into his car, which immediately awoke Sadistic.
“Were you smoking?” asked Billy.
“No?”
“We heading back to Joisey?”
“Stop it, your Jersey accent it terrible. Especially since it’s you rednecks that have the accent.”
