Post by jimmywicked on May 1, 2016 0:25:35 GMT
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Somewhere in the Nevada Desert......
The scene opens on a dusk-light landscape, the setting sun casting long reddish shadows on the sand and stunted vegetation. The desert air hangs still and silent, pregnant with anticipation. The stillness is shattered by a roar that echoes across the flat terrain and a plume of dust appears in the distance. The roar increases in volume as the dust cloud creeps ever closer, with several smaller clouds visible behind. As the clouds close in and the noise becomes identifiable as an engine's battle cry, figures begin to emerge from the dust and chaos moving quickly. Four ATV's move ever closer, sliding back and for across the loose sand in fishtail turns that add more to the trailing cloud.
The four men astride the machines slide to a stop at the top of a slight elevation and with a twist of the wrist kill the throaty roar of the engines. The men slide their helmets off, and the beaming smile and fantastic mullet of Jimmy Wicked appears like a redneck magic trick. The other three men are similarly coiffed, although none to the extent or magnificence of our hero, and all four swing off the overgrown toys. The four meet in a flat space between the machines, and the three unfamiliar faces extend hands holding keys to Jimmy.
That was a lotta fun Jimmy. Thanks for lettin us play with 'em. I'll call J.D to come and pick us all up.
Jimmy turns away from the other three and pockets his key.
Sorry dudes, didn't think we'd run out of gas out here. Yeah, it was a blast, wasn't it. We'll have to do this more often. Been training for a big match comin up, and I needed the break. Now someone tell me they brought the beer.
The other three men break open coolers strapped to the back of their machines, and beers were soon passed around. All four men sat in a circle in the sand, beers in hand, and did the usual thing men do while waiting for something or someone...shoot the shit
So Jimmy, what's the big match you been trainin for? Didn't you say you just joined up with these folks?
Jimmy took a long pull of the frosty cold beer and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of ice flowing down his gullet. And enduring the resulting brain freeze.
Yeah Carl, I just joined up. Won a mixed up match on Tenacity, and now they've got me in another one. Don't blame them really. Good way to separate the serious from the posers. I'm all about havin a good time, but you can't fuck around when you get in that ring. Gotta treat everyone like they belong there. If they don't, they'll show you soon enough.
The men finished their beers in silence, Jimmy rising to grab the next round out of the nearest cooler and making sure the boys were well hydrated in this setting sun. With a nod, the smallest of the three others spoke up.
I saw that match bro, you kicked ass. I woulda been impressed if I was them. And now you're running in a battle royal for the #1 contenter to the World Title. Pretty cool shit if you ask me Jimmy.
Jimmy just laughed and drank deep before responding
Yeah Larry, its Wicked as hell. Can't believe I'm getting a shot at a shot at the title. That was confusing wasn't it? Hell, I lost myself there. Anyway, I'm pumped for this. Can't approach it like a regular match either. Not the same rules. Only thing matters is survivin. Bein the last one in the ring
The third man, by far the largest of all four, had been silently listening and drinking until now. He voiced the question most everyone was asking around Vegas that week.
Dude, that Amok is twice your size. How the hell do you get him out of the ring? He's thinkin you all are easy pickins I bet.
Get me another beer and I'll tell you what Ol' Jimmy has in store for them all. Especially Amok.
The large man rolled to his feet and teetered over to get another round for the boys, handing them out like they were sun-baked refugees. he took his own and settled in against the machine he rode in on and motioned for Jimmy to continue
Well, I got nothin....just too lazy to get another beer's all. Really, if we want Amok gone, and I know I won't be the only one who does, we need to work together to get rid of the big bastard. Figure we can run circles around him, tire him out, and then take him out. I bet after that Gilman, Bradly, Harmony, Andrews and I will put on one hell of a show. Fast-paced, hard hitting, lighting quick action. You know the win won't go to the biggest, strongest, or toughest man in the match. It'll go to the fella that can think on his feet. And I can do that. Been dodgin two ex-wives and most of Ontario's law enforcement for years now. It's kinda fun actually. And if I can do that, these guys should be easy enough.
A dust cloud can be seen on the horizon, moving closer to the group and flashing a light. As it comes closer, a flatbed truck looms into shape through the sand and silt in the air. The men wave it down, and as the truck veerstowards them, the three once again present Jimmy Wicked with their ATV keys. Jimmy waves them off and finishes his beer in one long pull before tossing it into his saddle bag.
Keep em boys, I'll expect we'll come out here again real damn soon. That was one Wicked ride!
Scene fades out.
Somewhere in the Nevada Desert......
The scene opens on a dusk-light landscape, the setting sun casting long reddish shadows on the sand and stunted vegetation. The desert air hangs still and silent, pregnant with anticipation. The stillness is shattered by a roar that echoes across the flat terrain and a plume of dust appears in the distance. The roar increases in volume as the dust cloud creeps ever closer, with several smaller clouds visible behind. As the clouds close in and the noise becomes identifiable as an engine's battle cry, figures begin to emerge from the dust and chaos moving quickly. Four ATV's move ever closer, sliding back and for across the loose sand in fishtail turns that add more to the trailing cloud.
The four men astride the machines slide to a stop at the top of a slight elevation and with a twist of the wrist kill the throaty roar of the engines. The men slide their helmets off, and the beaming smile and fantastic mullet of Jimmy Wicked appears like a redneck magic trick. The other three men are similarly coiffed, although none to the extent or magnificence of our hero, and all four swing off the overgrown toys. The four meet in a flat space between the machines, and the three unfamiliar faces extend hands holding keys to Jimmy.
That was a lotta fun Jimmy. Thanks for lettin us play with 'em. I'll call J.D to come and pick us all up.
Jimmy turns away from the other three and pockets his key.
Sorry dudes, didn't think we'd run out of gas out here. Yeah, it was a blast, wasn't it. We'll have to do this more often. Been training for a big match comin up, and I needed the break. Now someone tell me they brought the beer.
The other three men break open coolers strapped to the back of their machines, and beers were soon passed around. All four men sat in a circle in the sand, beers in hand, and did the usual thing men do while waiting for something or someone...shoot the shit
So Jimmy, what's the big match you been trainin for? Didn't you say you just joined up with these folks?
Jimmy took a long pull of the frosty cold beer and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of ice flowing down his gullet. And enduring the resulting brain freeze.
Yeah Carl, I just joined up. Won a mixed up match on Tenacity, and now they've got me in another one. Don't blame them really. Good way to separate the serious from the posers. I'm all about havin a good time, but you can't fuck around when you get in that ring. Gotta treat everyone like they belong there. If they don't, they'll show you soon enough.
The men finished their beers in silence, Jimmy rising to grab the next round out of the nearest cooler and making sure the boys were well hydrated in this setting sun. With a nod, the smallest of the three others spoke up.
I saw that match bro, you kicked ass. I woulda been impressed if I was them. And now you're running in a battle royal for the #1 contenter to the World Title. Pretty cool shit if you ask me Jimmy.
Jimmy just laughed and drank deep before responding
Yeah Larry, its Wicked as hell. Can't believe I'm getting a shot at a shot at the title. That was confusing wasn't it? Hell, I lost myself there. Anyway, I'm pumped for this. Can't approach it like a regular match either. Not the same rules. Only thing matters is survivin. Bein the last one in the ring
The third man, by far the largest of all four, had been silently listening and drinking until now. He voiced the question most everyone was asking around Vegas that week.
Dude, that Amok is twice your size. How the hell do you get him out of the ring? He's thinkin you all are easy pickins I bet.
Get me another beer and I'll tell you what Ol' Jimmy has in store for them all. Especially Amok.
The large man rolled to his feet and teetered over to get another round for the boys, handing them out like they were sun-baked refugees. he took his own and settled in against the machine he rode in on and motioned for Jimmy to continue
Well, I got nothin....just too lazy to get another beer's all. Really, if we want Amok gone, and I know I won't be the only one who does, we need to work together to get rid of the big bastard. Figure we can run circles around him, tire him out, and then take him out. I bet after that Gilman, Bradly, Harmony, Andrews and I will put on one hell of a show. Fast-paced, hard hitting, lighting quick action. You know the win won't go to the biggest, strongest, or toughest man in the match. It'll go to the fella that can think on his feet. And I can do that. Been dodgin two ex-wives and most of Ontario's law enforcement for years now. It's kinda fun actually. And if I can do that, these guys should be easy enough.
A dust cloud can be seen on the horizon, moving closer to the group and flashing a light. As it comes closer, a flatbed truck looms into shape through the sand and silt in the air. The men wave it down, and as the truck veerstowards them, the three once again present Jimmy Wicked with their ATV keys. Jimmy waves them off and finishes his beer in one long pull before tossing it into his saddle bag.
Keep em boys, I'll expect we'll come out here again real damn soon. That was one Wicked ride!
Scene fades out.