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A red haired woman is seen talking from the outside of a car window on a cell phone. She laughs reassuring the person on the other line that everything "is just fine"... and "not to worry". The lights from the streets reflect in the glazing as her watery eyes through the glass tell a different story. One of fright. As if she knows something that cannot be reconciled within, or without. The car continues down a busy city street passing a train station entrance and into a parking structure above. She gets out; the chauffeur shuts the door behind her; her next steps toward an elevator with the doors closing in front of her. Ding- arriving on her desired floor, she exits and walks down the hallway to a receptionist who directs her into a large conference room, where Gabe Reno and Chris Chaos sit awaiting her. She smiles, and plays coy, sitting to begin a conversation with two Icons intent on questions leading to answers.
Chance... thanks for meeting with us today.
Means a lot to us...
We just had a few small things that needed clearing up, as we discussed on the phone.
Little... tiny things...
Chaos hands Reno a large binder bursting at the seams with papers and photos. Chance intertwines her fingers to calm the nerves she's feeling. Knowing that as publicist for the past several years for Robert Main that there may be some tough questions coming.
So... how did you meet Robert Main?
Tears well-up in the ducts of her eyes. Chaos puts a hand on her intertwined hands for comfort. She looks deep into his Universally reassuring soul. He nods at her. She keeps it together and explains.
It's okay honey...
I knew Robert back in school. We would walk together and he would keep the boys from bothering me. We started getting close, but I only saw him as a friend. Then things got... weird. I wasn't sure how to tell him nicer? Ya know? So I started not talking to him. That made it worse. He would stand outside my house for hours at night. One time I looked out from my upstairs bedroom window, and he had been watching me change my clothes from a hooded sweatshirt down by the end of the driveway. I don't know, I didn't speak to him for years after that, until...
Until, he signed big with wrestling in Japan?
Yeah. I mean, I thought it was pretty weird. I was never into wrestling as a thing, so when he needed a publicist I was thrown off...
Why would you want to work for a guy who used to be so creepy towards you?
Because before that he was always a sweetheart, and being years later with us as adults thriving in our career fields, I would have never imagined...
Chaos leans over with a tissue hesitantly, then gets her approving blink to wipe the streaming tear that had overflowed down onto her left cheek. He motions that she is doing very good; Reno fires away.
Explain what happened in Japan.
Sellout, after sellout... the people there go APESHIT for American wrestlers. They love the corny storylines, the wrestling, all that. Robert was winning matches, he found a stable, I was doing releases about him being "次なる目玉" which means "The Next Big Thing" in Japanese. The lights were never too bright for him... he loved it. All of it.
Yeah, I mean we had never heard of the guy until XWF picked up his Japanese scraps, but seems like it was all peachy-fuckin-keen there... then the Osaka incident?
She takes a large saliva gulp. Chaos fling his hair, then check his bag below to make sure his Championship belt isn't getting lonely. He pulls out a Gatorade fruit punch, and chugs a bit. Chance finally musters the energy to get to the bottom of it.
Osaka was always an interesting venue for Main. He had a few hecklers there that gave him shit about having long hair and looking like "Arthur", you know the Dudley Moore version, not Russell Brand.
Chris spits out his fruit punch all over the table in uncontrollable laughter. Reno gives him the stern "not now" look. Chaos runs over to a side table to collect some napkins.
I'll... clean that up.
Anyway... the hecklers were especially rowdy that night... then he called me, acting weird like he used to, and I told him I had to end it... not be his publicist anymore, and just like as teenagers he started acting crazy and flipping out. He was at the arena and went out for his match... then pull that kid in from ringside... and, well, the rest is... miserable history.
He hurts that poor Japanese kid in Osaka... then, you just bailed on him, never to be seen or heard from again? He didn't stand outside your house this time?
She bashfully blushes as if smoothing the scene for a gigantic lie. Meanwhile, Chaos finishes cleaning the spewed fruit punch with torn red soaked napkins.
No, I don't talk to him anymore. Not for... several months, at least?
And he was cool with this... just... vanished until he reappeared in XWF, just like that?
Poof.
Just... ya know, gone.
That's interesting.
Very.
Her expression tells a much different tale. One of deceit, and possible illegal fornication.
So you didn't speak to him about coming here, and cordially answering some historical fact checking by his very opponents in the first round of what is likely, the biggest opportunity of his lifetime? To maybe send you here with... misdirection?
Not a peep.
Alrighty. Well, thanks for coming in, we really appreciate the info, there isn't much out there on this guy.
Of course. Nice to meet you guys... I was expecting... less.
Well, we like to under promise and over deliver.
That must be it.
Thank you.
Chaos springs up out of his chair to show her the door like a gentleman. She nods, shakes Reno's hand; outside the door Chaos follows her over to the elevator and hits the button. She enters and goes down, with a smirk on her face, as Chaos turns around to see Reno standing in a trench coat.
Think she was telling the truth?
No 'chance'.
Vultures?
Iconic fist pound.
Vultures.
Moments pass, the elevator opens, her sly "got over on them" smile is muted when the car and driver she arrived with is missing. She looks around then remembers the train station they passed close by. She begins walking out of the parking structure toward the station. "CHA CHA CHA" can be heard in the echoing distance ever so slightly. A face with obviously fake glasses and a top hat peeks around a post behind her. Sensing she is being watched she turns, then fiddles with her purse, picking up the pace to catch a train. Getting to the stairway, she quickly steps down the desolate steps to the entryway reading 'STATION LEFT'. Behind her she hears shoe steps just as fast as her own, but looks and see's nothing. She continues down to the left; the angle shows the disguised person following her turn around half way down the flight of stairs, his back has been painted to match the scenery of a yellow post and stair railing as to not be noticed. She buys a ticket at the booth frantically, then tucks around a corner with her back to a chain-link fence; awaiting her train. Her phone begins to ring. "YOUR MAIN MAN" is on the caller ID. She answers.
I told you it would be fine. I am good. I told them the shit you said to... NO, NOTHING ELSE! They don't know why you really hurt that kid. I think they are just grasping at straws trying to find out the facts. Japan would never talk to them... I think we are in the clear.
Over her left shoulder in the distance a figure tucks and rolls from behind a larger pillar to the back of a booth. "CHA CHA CHA" is again echoed... this time through the station's subconscious hearing spectrum.
Stop freaking out. Just get "YA BOI" to show up and everything should be good. Now, are you gonna pay me for this or... WHAT? No I am not coming over, listen, we have been over and over and over this, I don't want to hang out, or go on a romantic retreat to LEGOLAND. As sweet as it might sound, I am actually seeing someone, and have no interest in ruining that for a few lego's. YES, no, I am aware that the Rogue One set just came out. I am sure the people in costume REALLY ARE that convincing as lego depictions of the characters, YES, EVEN DARTH VADAR! I still can't do it!
Realizing she will not be paid for this, she hangs up abruptly on him. She takes her phone down from her ear to shoot someone a text.
Fucking Lego's.
Just behind her to the right on the side of the fencing sneaks up our disguised henchman. Step by step he holds his breath, as the train squealing in the distance gives her a reassuring smile that soon this entire trip ordeal will by a thing of the past. She pulls up his contact information on her cell, pondering a decision... knowing that his care for her would never cease, and that she could never give in to that unrelenting boy who once stalked her outside her second story bedroom window. She had always feared any connection he had to her would lead to nothing good. And thus, she was finally ready to make a clean break. Pressing delete.
She pulls out her ticket, hearing the train pulling up around the bend. She steps toward the platform still fiddling with her phone. The henchman steps out. Turns her around by the shoulders, and throws the bitch in front of the oncoming locomotive. His sinister smile reminds us of someone. But the disguise is too well thought out to name names. A vulturous maniacal act to destroy the thing their opponent loves most. Playing them off of her... or were they playing him off of her? Either way whatever sliver of sad 'chance' the Icons opponents had appears to be... run over.
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