Post by convict on Mar 5, 2007 18:56:10 GMT -5
The sign on the door says closed, it hangs from a simple suction cup hook on a glass window. It’s early outside of the Skull Krusher Wrestling School in Florida. Owner, operator and legend himself “Exotic” Adrian Street is seen flipping the simple sign from closed to open and then unlocking the door. He heads down to the main wrestling ring in the middle, and gives a slight smile as he looks at it and remembers the decades he has spent fighting inside a squared circle just like the one here in his gym. He walks over and flips a switch and music starts to pipe threw some speakers. Not to loud for some students to hear his instructions but just enough to get you into a good work out groove.
The Exotic one then walks over to the bench press and lays on the bench; he begins to do his daily reps on the weights. Unbeknownst to him, someone has entered his famous gym. A simple black leather gloved hands twists the sign from its open side to the “sorry were closed” side. The camera pans back to revel none other then the “Beast” Convict, his black combat boots should be making loud steps upon each step forward upon the tile floor, but no sound is heard. The Beast walks to the main gym his cold ice blue eyes quickly scan the entire gym, and rest on Adrian Street bench pressing.
Street is lost in his own little world until he senses a shadow fall over him. He slowly opens his eyes and stares straight into the abyss that is the Convict’s soulless eyes.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Fuck me mate, you gave me a right scare there.
Convict just stares down upon the man.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: ‘Ere for training?
Convict: Not exactly old man…I came to talk. Ask you a few…questions.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Well shoot then, ‘slong as you don’t mind me working out.
Convict: It true old man you know Johnny Mental the Morningdew?
“Exotic” Adrian Street: It’s Morningstar, and yes lad I know him well. Should be a picture of ‘im and me on the wall over there somewhere.
Convict: And are you the same man who told him not to sign for that match against the Convict?
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Aye I did lad…from what I hear that is one nasty man, and Mental finally got onto a good track with his mind if’n you know what I mean.
Convict: You still…wrestle?
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Not anymore I just train the new generation.
Adrian Street puts the weight back onto the stand and slowly sits up; he slowly rotates to get a better look at the man asking him these questions.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Christ lad! You ever thought of wrestling? You could be a monster with the proper training. “ell I should know I trained a lot of champions in my time.
Convict: Funny you should mention it old man…The names Convict.
Suddenly “Exotic” Adrian Street’s eyes go wide, he tries to stand but Convict quickly shoves him down over the bench. In the blink of an eye Convict is on top of the old man.
Convict: No offense bastard…but I’m gonna beat your ugly ass pretty again.
Convict grins, as he brings his massive right fist right into “Exotic” Adrian Street’s face. Adrian’s head bounce hard against the tile floor cracking it. Convict grabs Adrian’s throat and lifts his face up to his.
Convict: Should have told him to sign Street…should have told him, for your own well being…Now, now I use you to get him to sign…Now I put you threw Hell.
Convict tilts his head back and slams it hard into the bridge of “Exotic” Adrian Street’s nose, it breaks easily and blood flows freely from it. Street struggles to stay conscious.
Convict: You brought this upon yourself old timer…should have stayed out of my business…Now you’ll be lucky if they find your fuckin body.
Convict rears back again and slams his fist into Adrian’s head over and over. Slowly Adrian losses consciousness. Convict slowly stands up and dusts off his long black leather overcoat. He inhales deeply as the snot and saliva both collect in his throat, and with a simple gesture Convict spits it back out upon the legend laying on the tiled floor.
Convict: Should have minded your own damn business you fuckin bastard…but no you had to go and butt into my business…you’ll be lucky now if you end up like Frost…cause I got some anger issues to unleash upon you bitch…you in for a long few weeks Exotic one…but Morningfag…Johnny boy he’s in for a complete attitude adjustment…courtesy of the Beast.
Convict reaches down and hoists “Exotic” Adrian Street over his shoulder like a rag doll. Convict turns and heads for the exit.
Scene fades out.
The Exotic one then walks over to the bench press and lays on the bench; he begins to do his daily reps on the weights. Unbeknownst to him, someone has entered his famous gym. A simple black leather gloved hands twists the sign from its open side to the “sorry were closed” side. The camera pans back to revel none other then the “Beast” Convict, his black combat boots should be making loud steps upon each step forward upon the tile floor, but no sound is heard. The Beast walks to the main gym his cold ice blue eyes quickly scan the entire gym, and rest on Adrian Street bench pressing.
Street is lost in his own little world until he senses a shadow fall over him. He slowly opens his eyes and stares straight into the abyss that is the Convict’s soulless eyes.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Fuck me mate, you gave me a right scare there.
Convict just stares down upon the man.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: ‘Ere for training?
Convict: Not exactly old man…I came to talk. Ask you a few…questions.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Well shoot then, ‘slong as you don’t mind me working out.
Convict: It true old man you know Johnny Mental the Morningdew?
“Exotic” Adrian Street: It’s Morningstar, and yes lad I know him well. Should be a picture of ‘im and me on the wall over there somewhere.
Convict: And are you the same man who told him not to sign for that match against the Convict?
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Aye I did lad…from what I hear that is one nasty man, and Mental finally got onto a good track with his mind if’n you know what I mean.
Convict: You still…wrestle?
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Not anymore I just train the new generation.
Adrian Street puts the weight back onto the stand and slowly sits up; he slowly rotates to get a better look at the man asking him these questions.
“Exotic” Adrian Street: Christ lad! You ever thought of wrestling? You could be a monster with the proper training. “ell I should know I trained a lot of champions in my time.
Convict: Funny you should mention it old man…The names Convict.
Suddenly “Exotic” Adrian Street’s eyes go wide, he tries to stand but Convict quickly shoves him down over the bench. In the blink of an eye Convict is on top of the old man.
Convict: No offense bastard…but I’m gonna beat your ugly ass pretty again.
Convict grins, as he brings his massive right fist right into “Exotic” Adrian Street’s face. Adrian’s head bounce hard against the tile floor cracking it. Convict grabs Adrian’s throat and lifts his face up to his.
Convict: Should have told him to sign Street…should have told him, for your own well being…Now, now I use you to get him to sign…Now I put you threw Hell.
Convict tilts his head back and slams it hard into the bridge of “Exotic” Adrian Street’s nose, it breaks easily and blood flows freely from it. Street struggles to stay conscious.
Convict: You brought this upon yourself old timer…should have stayed out of my business…Now you’ll be lucky if they find your fuckin body.
Convict rears back again and slams his fist into Adrian’s head over and over. Slowly Adrian losses consciousness. Convict slowly stands up and dusts off his long black leather overcoat. He inhales deeply as the snot and saliva both collect in his throat, and with a simple gesture Convict spits it back out upon the legend laying on the tiled floor.
Convict: Should have minded your own damn business you fuckin bastard…but no you had to go and butt into my business…you’ll be lucky now if you end up like Frost…cause I got some anger issues to unleash upon you bitch…you in for a long few weeks Exotic one…but Morningfag…Johnny boy he’s in for a complete attitude adjustment…courtesy of the Beast.
Convict reaches down and hoists “Exotic” Adrian Street over his shoulder like a rag doll. Convict turns and heads for the exit.
Scene fades out.