Post by Press1269 on Jan 30, 2016 6:37:00 GMT
::He hung up the phone with his long time friend, and leaned back into one of the cheap, uncomfortable seats that had been provided with his room. He was used to this type of environment after many days out on the road in the indy promotions. Unlike his tag team partner, Press, he didn't feel any of those looming questions creeping up. He was relaxed with what they did, and even more so he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the small notoriety that came along with a lifestyle that took place in front of a television camera. It had been the first time that he had been anywhere near a wrestling promotion since 2003, and he hoped that their antics at the end of Sunday Impulse had been a good indication of what their intentions were within the folds of Sin Wrestling. He wanted their reign here to be eventful, and to clarify even future, he wanted it to be explosive. Unlike Press he held no reservations to whether he still had his in ring ability or not, because he knew that once he & his partner stepped through those rings it would be like stepping through a portal. It would transport them to a different time, and a different era...back when it was still plausible to get DQed when attempting to use a foreign object. An era that was built on the backs of guys like Crazy Jay from TCWF, and even their former employer, Johnny Storm who back then was revered as one of the dirtiest players in the game. The Survival Wrestling Association (SWA) had changed all of that for them. Their extreme style was considered by most to be barbaric, and their ratings soared with every diabolical match that took place. But, like most things, they fizzled away due to poor management...and a new era was born. A four year odyssey known as the Gladiator Wrestling Association.
Press & Youth had never been directly involved with that particular promotion, but their former boss, "Mr. Fantastic" Johnny Storm had helped to make the GWA a household name by the end of 2000 along with several other talented men & women. He would even go on to marry one of his long time rivals, "Ice Cold" Stephanie Connor after they finally settled their differences. GWA had been a monster, rolling over competition right & left, and only contended by one other fed, the Fans Wrestling Federation. Those two powerhouses in the wrestling community had dominated the airwaves, and it was considered very prestigious to be picked up by either promotion. But, the tension was high, and eventually their petty ratings war ended with both companies pushing themselves out of existence. Now there were offshoots, splintered in every direction. Imperial Wrestling. 4th Dimension Wrestling. And now, finally, Sin Wrestling.
Youth had never dreamed that he would ever be apart of the high life ever again after his brief stint in a successful indy promotion known as Total Carnage Wrestling Federation where several superstars got their starts. That was his best paying gig, and the only promotion where he had ever made lasting friendships with his peers. Press & He had met within that federation, along with Tammy Lynn Synch. He thought of her then, and thought of his friend out on the road somewhere down in Georgia. The transformation that they had all taken due to Redemptions influence affected them in different ways. Press had become inhumanly strong, and almost invulnerable. He had come away with super speed, and beefed up agility. Tammy, however, had changed form entirely. Where as they had retained their likenesses, Tammy had transformed into some sort of feral beast. Part woman, part wolf....she was always held at bay on the end of a chain that Press had controlled for years until the final battle atop the Storm Estate in which Redemption had been destroyed, and they had all been converted back to their normal human roles. Well, almost all. Tammy had remained in her feral state, and it took Press a long time to get over the fact that his former lover would never return to him in a form that would allow them to resume their relationship. It would later be understood by their former ally, Oracle, that it was Tammy's decision to remain in her feral state, so as to continue to serve the will of God. They had left the situation at that, and finally Press was forced to let go of that part of Tammy Lynn Synch's life. He knew that it still affected his friend from time to time...espcially when they had the misfortune of coming across a creature from the under dark that resembled her features.
The problem with most religions is that they don't understand just how thin the line between Good & Evil truly is. The depiction's of the modern devil are ridiculous at best, and are the products of over active imaginations. However, the things that go bump in the night....those inherited characteristics that cause us to fir the things that are supposedly myth...the things we don't understand, comes from a place all to real. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and all other form of ghouls & goblins are real. It took Press & Youth much less time to accept this knowledge due to their servitude to the Arch-Angel, Redemption. But they were out there, and there were only select few individuals who were slated to stop the evils that scoured the underdark of society. Individuals such as Press & Youth, who had undergone a divine change. Tammy had chosen the life of a direct agent of God, but gave up her humanity to do so. Press & Youth had been selfish, and had given in to the urge to be human once again.....but they still retained the True Sight of seeing past their enemies illusions...and into their darker attributes. They were serving in their own way, although he often questioned whether this would actually get them any closer to heaven....or any closer to their lost friend.
He rolled forward, and lazily pulled himself up to his feet, grabbing his baggy, black, skater pants, and slipping them on. He then grabs a white wife-beater and slips it on over his chiseled chest. He steps over the closet and looks down at the two pairs of boots. One pear were his wrestling boots, and the other steal toed work boots. He nodded, and grabbed the work boots pulling them on, and stringing up the laces. It was time that he got to the task at hand as his friend had eluded to on the phone. He had to prepare himself for what would come when Press arrived, and he knew that eventually he would have to discuss his upcoming match within Sin Wrestling. He made his way towards the door, grabbing his long black trench coat and slipping it on over top of his clothes. Right outside his hotel room sat his 1966 Pontiac Tempest with a Smokey & The Bandit Big Block 400. He had used the last of his wrestling money purchasing the vehicle back in 2003, and it had served as home on the road ever since then. He hopped into the drivers seat, and fired up the powerful engine. He shifted the car into reverse, and pulled out into the road...and then gunned it causing a rotation of tires & smoke pillowing out from under the beast. Then he was gone.::
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::Youth stepped out of his car, and walked around back to the trunk where he promptly popped it open. Inside the trunk were various devices, including two sawed off shot guns, a baseball bat, a double holster carrying two Colt Pythons, A curved katana, a couple of bandoleers of clear vials, two high powered UV lamps, a bible, two or three crosses, and a bundle of what appeared to be silver tipped wooden stakes. He scooped up the bandoleers with the empty vials, and closed the trunk hastily. He quick stepped his way up to the entrance of the church, and pushed past the seal of the door. He took a moment inside of the main opening to take in the scope of the church which was very similar to any of the other catholic cathedrals that he had ever been in. Stained glass windows, murals of Jesus on the cross, and a statue of Mary down at the front of the room. He scanned the room one more time now, so as to find what it was he sought. He made his way straight for the front of the room after spotting it, and stepped right up to the large dish containing the blessed water. The priest had just now made his presence known as he stepped out of a side panel, and into the main room. He came to stand beside Youth as he took the bandoleers and without even taking them out, dipped the whole thing down into the water, filling the vials. He lifted the bandoleers back out of the water, and took up the task of stopping them up as the Priest looked on with a confused expression.
Priest: My son, is there anything that you would like to explain?
::Youth smiled genuinely as he stopped the last of the vials, and slung the still dripping bandoleers over his shoulder. He cast the priest a sincere glance, as he began to pass by him.::
Youth: Padre, there are some things that are best left to the imagination of good men, and given fruition within the bad.
::The priest offered no resistance, nor any passing comment as the strange young man brushed right past him, and made his exit of the chapel. He walked over to his car, and placed the bandoleers back into the confines of the truck, and then made his way across the street where a hardware store sat on the corner. He stepped through the door, and went right over to the counter where a gruff looking man in overhauls stood stocking the shelves. He looked up, and took in the young man who was now leaning on his counter. ::
Hardware Salesman: Can I help you?
Youth: Yeah, I need to see your line of nail guns.
Hardware Salesman: Oh yeah? What kind of job do you got going on?
::He asked the question as he stepped around the counter and directed his patron towards the indicated area. Youth looked over the few varieties, and then finally grabbed one that looked to be the sturdiest. The hardware salesmen took it back up to the front, and began to ring it up.::
Youth: I guess you could say that I'll be doing some extensive redecorating.
Hardware Salesman: Well, let me just tell you...we're having a sale on paint tomorrow, but I'll give it to you today for the sale price ifyou want.
Youth: Oh, no need for that. I have my own.
Hardware Salesman: Ah. What color did you choose?
Youth: Blood Red.
::The Salesman gave Youth an upraised eyebrow in response, but the questioning glance never got an answer as the young man turned with his purchase, and made his way right out of the door. He hopped in the drivers seat of the Tempest, and made his way back to the hotel room where he would prepare their equipment. He would do some recon tomorrow night, and then when Press finally arrived they could get down to business. His mind then drifted to his opponents for Illusions. He smirked at the appropriate PPV title, and nodded grimly as the car barreled down the road. Illusions would be all that Bareback Jack & Hotrodder would have if they truly believed that they were going to walk out of this match as the victor. The Tag Team titles would rest with The BombTrax, and everyone would soon realize that no gold was safe from the new scourge of the SW.::