Post by theconspiracy on Aug 30, 2017 16:18:58 GMT
Los Angeles, California 9:37PM - PST
The sun fades behind the horizon. Andreas stands on the edge of the deck, overlooking the beautifully lit Hollywood Hills. He grabs his glass of wine off the rail, and peers into it. The deep red liquid swirls gracefully in the glass. He turns, and tosses the wine from the glass, directly in to the pool. He watches as the wine slowly dissipates into the water, just as blood would.
MC: Not a fan of Cabernet Sauvignon?
Maricia stands in the doorway, with her own glass of wine. Draped in her red silk robe, she looks as elegant as ever. She walks around the pool, and eases into one of the loungers. Andreas shakes his head, setting his glass down on the railing.
AL: I don't drink anymore.
Maricia playfully slaps her forehead.
MC: Ahh, yes. How could I forget!? My apologies, Andreas, truly.
She looks down to her wine.
MC: Did you like wine? When you did drink, that is.
AL: Not really.
MC: What would you drink?
MC: Cinnamon Whisky. Fitting.
Andreas looks over to her.
AL: How so?
MC: Strong man. Strong drink. 33%, if I recall correctly.
MC: You seem to know a lot about wine, for someone who didn't drink any.
Andreas sighs. He turns, and rests his hands on the rail, looking out to the hills.
AL: Saraya drank wine. She loved to go to tastings, all that fancy stuff. Wasn't for me though.
Maricia nods, and takes a sip of her wine.
MC: A man who doesn't like wine, going to tastings. You must've loved her very much to endure a bunch of rich people mulling over the "fruitiness" and the "oak-iness" of it all.
AL: I liked to learn. Doesn't matter much now.
Maricia stands slowly, and walks over to Andreas. She puts her glass beside his.
MC: On the contrary. I believe it matters just as much now, as it did then.
Andreas looks to Maricia. She looks to him, with a sly smile.
MC: Because you love her just as much now, as you did then.
Andreas freezes. He slowly nods. Maricia smiles sweetly, and puts a hand on his hand.
MC: Come, I have a surprise for you.
Maricia takes Andreas' hand. She steps to guide him inside, but stops, as she notices he's not moving with her. He stands, staring at her. She looks to her robe, and shakes her head.
MC: Trust me. Please.
Andreas slowly peels her hand from his, and nods. Maricia turns, and begins walking into the house. She approaches the door to her office, and motions for Andreas to go in. Andreas looks to Maricia, skepticism in his eyes.
MC: Well, go on!
Andreas shakes his head, and slowly pushes the door open. He looks to the desk and sighs.
AL (to himself): Fucking hell...
Patrick is sitting on the desk, barefoot as usual, grinning from ear to ear.
PH: Fucking hell is right... However!
Patrick turns a laptop towards Andreas and Maricia. The laptop shows footage of an airport.
PH: Looks like a special little somebody beat us to New Zealand!
Patrick zooms in on the footage, to show Saraya and her husband, walking through the airport.
PH: Our flight leaves at 11:50. We have around 2 hours to get to the airport--
AL: I am not going to see her...
Maricia closes the door.
MC: Andreas, you need closure.
PH: Plus, you don't have a choice whether you see her!
Andreas' eyes widen as he looks to Patrick.
Patrick holds up a ticket.
PH: You are going to take on the veteran, Aaron Black! After you beat, Aaron Black, you'll be headed backstage, where you'll meet one, "randomly selected" audience member. They've won the opportunity to go backstage to meet the stars! That star, is you.
Andreas looks to Patrick, and scowls.
AL: I don't know what kind of sick game--
PH: Maricia, please step out for a second...
Maricia goes to speak, but Patrick stares at her, as Andreas continues yelling.
Maricia scoffs, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
AL: -- she isn't just some toy for us--
Patrick stands, and waves his hand. Andreas stops talking, but is still fuming. His jaw is clenched, almost involuntarily.
PH: We're not discussing this.
Andreas reaches out to Patrick, who holds up a hand.
PH: Don't touch me.
Andreas' hand drops.
PH: Listen to me...
Patrick gets right in Andreas' face. He shakes his head.
PH: Maricia found me. She offered me a LOT, if I could "get you on the right track". I don't know quite how I'm gonna do that. What I do know, is that the source of your problem is your tiny ex wife.
Andreas is growing considerable more irritated as Patrick speaks.
PH: I know what you're thinking... Literally, I do. "We never divorced". "Don't talk about my wife". Blah, blah, blah. Listen to me. Whatever I have to do to get her off your mind, I'm going to do. I'm going to do it, because that crazy bitch hired me. So you are going to cooperate, or we are going to be at odds with each other. I'm sure, you understand, that is something neither of us want, right?
Andreas slowly calms down.
PH: Good. Now, go pack.
Patrick waves his hand once more, and Andreas slowly opens his mouth, massaging his jaw.
AL: I hate you, so fucking much.
PH: Join the club.
Andreas sits in front of Blake Reed. Maricia sits beside Andreas, rolling a gold coin around in her hands.
BR: So Andreas, you've got a match this week against Aaron Black.
BR: A returning GCW veteran, someone who once feuded with your former mentor, Darius--
AL: Darius was not my mentor.
BR: How would you describe your relationship then?
AL: That of business partners. Nothing more, nothing less.
MC: Darius is out of our lives. Move on.
Blake nods, and leans forward.
BR: Some are saying that Maricia and you have a relationship that is, more, than just business oriented.
Maricia goes to speak, but Andreas holds a hand up.
AL: Some... Meaning you. In which case, you, are dead wrong. I view Ms. Coucheaux with the utmost respect. First off, I wouldn't be so lowly, as to attempt to make a move on someone who is so recently divorced. Secondly, I take no interest in any woman in this company.
BR: In this company? Is that to say there's somebody--
MC: Ask questions about the match, or I will end this interview...
Blake smiles, and puts away her notebook.
BR: What makes you think you can defeat Aaron Black? What makes you think you can continue your undefeated streak?
MC: What makes you think the average man can go toe to toe with Andreas? This man, has never been pinned. The GCW Champion, Mason James, could muster a draw, at best. Andreas is a force of nature, unlike anything this company has ever seen before. He moves at tremendous speeds, he hits people with unbridled force. Andreas is the future of pro wrestling, and dare I say the future of human evolution.
Andreas reaches under the collar of his shirt, and produces a couple dog tags. He hands them to Blake.
AL: I have fought men. Men who are bigger than me, faster than me, and stronger than me. One on one, I have beaten them all. I have killed men. Men who had more experience, better weapons, hell, there were times where they were the only ones with weapons. I triumphed, over them all. I have been beating men who were suppose to be better than me, all my life. Yet here I am, telling you about it. The word on that tag, the title I was given, Juggernaut, was no fluke. No coincidence. I was called The Juggernaut, because nothing, could stop me. I hit obstacles, head first, and I keep going. Nothing, stops me.
Andreas smooths out his beard, and leans forward.
AL: I respect Aaron Black. I respect what he's done. But Maricia is spot on when she says I am not like anything this company has ever seen. I am one of a kind. I am unmatched destruction, with pinpoint accuracy. I am a nuclear warhead, fired from a sniper rifle.
MC: That sniper rifle, is aimed right at the chest of Aaron Black. On Vindication, we take our shot.
The smashing of glass can be heard in the background accompanied by an agonizing yell. Andrew stands among a pile of broken glass, his fist bloodied he leans against the wall propping himself up next to a broken window. Sweat drips from his face as he contemplates his next move.
“I was so close. So freaking close. I had Mason dead to rights. I was in his head. That GCW Title was mine.”
He slams his fist against the wall once more as blood continues to seep from his cuts.
“Then comes John Styles, a coward of a man. He is afraid to take us on one at a time so he had to insert himself into our match. I can’t blame him though. Do whatever it takes to win. That being said, everyone watching Kaiju knows how much of a coward you are John Styles. The only way you could win your title was though a third party. Let me and Mason do the dirty work and then swoop in and take what was rightfully mine.”
He removes himself from the wall and makes his way over to a lone chair in the middle of the room. The only light is a solitary bulb hanging from the ceiling.
“I put everything on the line in this match. I gave up my International Title to have a chance to win the GCW title. And it was all for nothing. Now I have nothing to show for it.”
His volume rises as his breathing gets heavier.
“To the ownership of GCW, you cannot let this injustice stand. I never lost my International Title. I gave it up to get the shot at GCW. I wasn’t even pinned in the match. I never lost the GCW Title match either. I deserve a rematch. I NEVER LOST. Let’s get something straight. John Styles is a marked man. I don’t know how Aaron Black figures into this but back the hell off. Your time isn’t now and I have a score to settle. But none of this will matter if I can’t take down the person in front of me.”
He stands and begins to pace the floor.
“Donald Hammerpunch. Who the hell is named Donald Hammerpunch? It sounds like it was ripped straight from a video game or some low rate ninja movie. I don’t care what your name is really. All I know is that the powers that be decided to put your fate in my hands and make you my next target. You act like some karate master but you don’t know the first thing about Martial Arts. I will give you an up close demonstration of true Martial Arts when I kick your damn head across the room. I need to make a statement and that begins at Vindication. Donald Hammerpunch, you may as well not even show up. I fear for your wellbeing. I can’t guarantee your safety. But if you choose to step into that ring with me, be prepared to face a true Kaiju the likes that have never been seen.”
Without another word he throws open the door and leaves the room.
Aaron Black is backstage in his dressing room preparing for his upcoming return match. His wife, Kaley, watches him tape his wrists from the bench she is sitting on. He catches her staring.
Aaron - "What is it?"
Kaley - "It's good to see you in wrestling gear again."
Aaron - "You checking me out?"
Kaley - "Always, but I mean ... I just mean that you look like you."
He pauses for a moment and looks at her, smirking.
Kaley - "As much as I love having you at home, I know this is where you belong. What you're meant to be doing."
Aaron - "I'm glad you think so, not everyone shares your enthusiasm about me."
Kaley - "Fuck what the internet says, you did what you had to do and now you're back. You'll have those ass holes fawning over you again in no time."
Aaron - "Either way, I'm not going anywhere."
He finishes wrapping his wrists and turns to face her. They kiss and she wishes him good luck before he heads out into the corridor.
Fans can be heard cheering in the background as Aaron makes his way around the backstage area.
Blake Reed approaches Aaron for an interview.
Blake - "Excuse me Aaron, can I get a word from you real quick?"
Aaron - "Who are you? Where's what's her name? Ah, who cares. Sure."
Blake - "What are you thoughts heading into your first match in nearly a year and are you concerned at all about Andreas Landa?"
Aaron - "Well first of all, my thoughts on this match? It's about damn time. Secondly, concerned? About what? His size? His strength? Nah. I'm the size of a god damn door, big dudes don't scare me. I'll tell you what, though. I used to call myself the Natural Selection, and for good reason. When you look at me, I've got all the factors. But up against Landa? Well hey, maybe I'm not the natural selection in this one, but what's it really matter? He's getting my A game tonight. I don't know him, I've never even watched him wrestle, which is concerning for any wrestler of course. What are we supposed to do in a predicament like that? Fight like hell. Give it everything. Pace ourselves. If I seem cautious at first, it's cause I'm gauging my opponent. You always have to make your estimates before you strike. Anyway, if you'll excuse me I have a list to add to. Nice meeting you."
Blake - "Thank you..."
Aaron hurries off down the corridor without even hearing Blake's thanks. He continues until turning a corner when he nearly bumps into none other than Jensen. The crowd can be heard cheering in the background.
Aaron and Jensen stare at each other for a moment before laughing and shaking hands.
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