Post by Press1269 on Jan 30, 2016 6:34:53 GMT
::The 1998 Harley Davidson Fat Boy thundered down the road on I-95 out of Jacksonville, Florida and up the south eastern coast. Press sat atop the powerful machine, and he leaned back in the seat allowing the sea air to rush through his hair. He flared his nostrils taking in the scent, for he knew where he was going there would be none. Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. That was the meeting place of Sin Wrestling's next card, that just so happened to be their monthly PPV, Illusions, and it would be The BombTrax first time back in the ring since 2003. He wondered to himself if this wasn't some sort of joke considering he hadn't even been listed on any rosters in over two & a half years. He shifted gears smoothly, and the bike lurched in under him. Flaming Youth had flown out ahead of him, and he had told his friend that he would be there in a few days. He was going to take his time on this trip..let some things sink in for him before he got to Canada, and faced the prospect of wrestling in front of a large number of people.
Why did he have so much trepidation going into this prospect? It was just another wrestling match right? Just another name to get dropped in the dirt. Hell, he had never even heard of Sin Wrestling before he received the phone call. Sure as hell had never heard of Bareback Jack or Hotrodder. Yet, here he was on his way to sign a contract with the company, and to fight these two guys in a #1 Contender's match for the tag titles. He had done this on several different occasions. The Indy circuit had been a lot like this. You go out to wherever the promoter was, and earn a paycheck by dropping their toughest guys. You didn't know these men. You didn't have to get chummy with them. You just dropped them like a dog, and went on to the next town, to the next fed, and the next bitch who needed to be whipped. The pay wasn't steady out there though, and gigs were coming up short. When SW called it was like a god send, but at what cost. There was a lot of clout going on behind those doors, and he wasn't exactly sure that he would belong.
That was why he sent his front man out to view the place first. He had argued with the man on the phone over the fact that he & Youth were a tag team, until he finally caved. It took him a few minutes to actually build up the nerve to get on the phone with Justin, and let him know that he had signed them up for a job. When Youth had asked him who had set up the deal, he felt that the only right thing to do considering the source was to tell him. He was sure that when they made their entrance that the fed heads would change their minds, and probably send them both packing anyways. With the way things were going, he was growing more sardonic every mile marker that he passed.
He had gone through a lot to get himself to this point in his life. The changes were numerous, and the reasons for why he was still on the open road had changed somewhat. Life wasn't quite what it used to be after the servitude under Redemption. A lot of things had been cleared up within the last year regarding his former employer. Oracle had come back to him, and explained why Tammy hadn't reverted back to her true form after the final battle on top of the Storm Estate. Redemption had actually been trying to fulfill the will of God as it was laid down in the bible, and when the Dark Angel had been destroyed, the choice was still present through the will of God. In a sense, by not changing, she had made her choice to serve God, and not go back to the life of a normal human. It took awhile for that knowledge to sink in, but now, nearly a year later he began to understand the reasoning. The woman that he had fallen in love with, and had taken as his companion, was gone to him forever except in his memories. She was, and forever would be, Salvation.
That wasn't the only information that had been given to him & Youth that night. Oracle had also given him some hope in saving their souls as well. They had been given angelic blessings, and in the end when the choice was laid down, they had chosen to go back to that of the life of a human. That time with the special powers would never be forgotten, however, and that would put him one step ahead of the rest of us who are left with a decision without proof. If God can give you powers to become more than you are, and to fulfill his will, then Lucifer can use his powers to do the same thing to diminish you in the eyes of god. So to still serve God, Oracle had imparted the information that there were those that would need to be eliminated. Those with powers invested by the dark one himself. It wasn't a quest for the faint of heart, and they would probably see things that neither of them would believe...but it could be found all over the world, in every major city. After a short reflection, and the thought of the imperfections of the society that we live in, the two men decided to take the most ultimate gig. The destruction of demons, and their minions.
This quest had made life interesting for the past year, and had taken up a lot of their time. But now Youth and himself had finally come to an end of their cashflow, and this job was considered a message from god. It would take them to all the major cities so that they could conduct their investigations, and it would also provide them the chance to earn the cash to pay for their expenses. But now here he was trying to figure out a way to get out of the thing that they most obviously needed. Why was he so nervous? He had been doing this sort of thing all of his life, or at least something like it. From being a bouncer at a bar, to pit fighting, and then finally stepping into the ring. Nothing was quite like the bright lights of the grandest stage of them all, but there were also consequences with such fame. "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm had taught him that lesson personally.
The Gladiator God had come to him offering him friendship & a job in the beginning, and he took his chance to stardom with abandon. He didn't give into the thought that he would be disposed of in such a brutal manor. Yet it was in the wrestling world where he first learned of the viscous cycle of betrayal that accompanied it. After a brief run as Storm's go to man, the aforementioned boss had him ran over with his silver stretch limo. He was in the hospital for weeks, and put him out of work for even longer. The only thing he could think of for that entire time was his revenge. That thought hung clear in his mind now as it took the twists and turns that it inevitably would.
REDEMPTION
He was an enigma when he first showed up, intent on the destruction of Johnny Storm. When the mist flowed through his hospital room, and the darkness took hold of him..he could feel the power emanating from the man. Something not so human, something so much more. So he embraced this dark outlook, and became the servant of something so much more sinister. Something so much more than the wrestling world. He became a warrior that emanated on a different plane of existence, with boosted strength, and a new way of viewing the world. They say change can be a good thing, but if that's the reason why is it that us humans have such a distinct fear of it? Tammy wouldn't ever be the same, and now she was lost to him of her own choosing. Youth and He were the only one's left on the human plane of existence that he knew of, and even if he knew of more, he didn't feel the responsibility of seeking them out. He had his orders from the utmost high, and it didn't require him to seek out the demons of the past. Just the demons of the present.
The Harley revved slightly as he passed over into Atlanta, Georgia and he blinked realizing that he had been driving purely on instinct. He hadn't even realized how much ground he had covered in such a short time. He pulled into a near by truck stop, and pulled into a parking area designated for bikes. He hopped off, and dug into one of his saddle bags until he found what he was looking for. He pulled the cell phone out, and flipped it open, dialing the number he knew would connect him with his closest friend & partner.
RING
RING
Voice: Hello?
Press: Youth?
Youth: Yeah, bro. How goes it?
Press: I don't guess I can complain. So what's the word, how are they treating you out there?
Youth: You know, it's actually not that bad. Their stage is a little bigger than you may have first expected. So I hope you're bringing your A-game.
::A silence proceeds after that statement, and both men reflect on that statement as Press scrutinizes the questions he's been asking ever since he had received that phone call. He doesn't hear the first call, but the second and third slowly creep through to his buried ego.::
Youth: PRESS!!
Press: Uh..yeah?
Youth: Jeez Dude. Are you alright?
Press: I'm sure I will be when I get there.
Youth: Anything you want to share with your good ole' tag team partner?
Press: Nah man, I'm cool. I think this drive will do me some good to clear my head.
Youth: Yeah, that's good then. You'll be ready for our match with Bareback Jack & Hotrodder.
Press: Yeah, speaking of......what's the deal?
Youth: Nothing as of yet, but I'm sure things will develop. I think that one of them tried to look up some tapes of us in action.
Press: Did he find anything?
Youth: Nah, they don't make tapes of old fuckers like us anymore.
Press: Good. Let the little piss ants be surprised. So...what about the other business?
Youth: Nothing yet, but I got some promising leads. I heard about a rave club that I'm going to check out. Some real S&M freaky shit, but also a few back rooms that haven't been seen by anyone still standing. Maybe a feeding ground.
Press: Alright. Use the rest of the emergency stash to prepare some stuff, I'll be along shortly.
Youth: Cool. Have a safe trip bro, I'll be in touch if there's more.
Press: Yeah, peace out.
Youth: Bye.
::He closes the phone, and places it back in the saddlebag and leans against the side of his bike for a few moments in contemplation. It was going to be a long trip he could already tell, with the signs of doubt creeping at the edges of his sanity. Was he ready for this lifestyle again? How was it going to interfere with his other....errr...'job'. He shook the thoughts from his mind, and he made his way towards the front door of the establishment. He'ld think better on a full stomach, and a full tank of gas with the wind flying in his face. Bareback Jack & Hotrodder would have to wait till he arrived at the SW production trucks to get some word of whether this so called 'mystery' that was Press existed or not. Those two might find themselves quite surprised at the outcome of his investigation. Especially when they were laid out looking up at the arena lights, and then boom it hits them. It was for real.::