former x-treme champ bobby zi and his fellow soon-to-be wrestler chris,made their way down the stone tiled road that ran along the front of Munich's town hall,theneues rathaus.completed in 1908 after having been under construction for over 40 years .it didnt exactly qualify it as new anymore.zi looked up at the cathedral like structure ,letting his dark eyes pass over the abundant statues and gargoyles that sat perched high above his head.the duo walked pass a group of oriental tourists and their cameras,and sat along the side of the fischbrunnen,a fountain that dated back to the medieval days when the fishmongers needed a way to keep their fish fresh throughout the day..

bobby zi withdrew a cigar from his gunmetal case,and lit it with his black zippo,before returning the case and lighter back to large pockets of his coat.behind him ,black metal statues of children holding onto pouring buckets stared blackly at him...

"here is as good a place as any.." zi stated...he caught a glimpse of the gilded statue of mary atop her pillar.

"you wanna set the tripod"

"nah" chris said .already his eyes were scanning through the other people that shared the busy marienplatz square with them

"hey you" chris exclaimed,grabbing some confused looking asian man aside, "do you speak english"

"yaw,i speak english"

"right ,i want you to hold this camera,point it at that guy and me ,dont move until i say to.you got it?" [/color=] chris commanded.the asian man jumped at the tone of chris's voice,but held tha camera and raised it to his eye...

[color=red] "hey,hey you" chris shouted , "hey you silly fucker,its one of those that have the fold out screen,yeah.see that shit?great.you dont need to hold it to your eye.just look at the screen and press start.."

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boby zi rose to his full height,his olive colored trench caught a breeze and billowed out behind where chris stood next to him.under the unbuttoned coat,a snug white tshirt with his new quote "Go,Fuck yo"self" was showing.it was tucked into a pair of dark grey cargo pants,he was wearing sunglasses,but he took 'em off as he began to speak...

"well,it looks like its time that we get to play we this fucking camera again.how utterly exicting" zi voice oozed sarcasm..

"you know,you should consider yourself lucky this week,yup,you 'Jasmine',in addition to being allowed to have a beating at the hands of yours truly.you'll actually get to see these digital vignettes that i'm filming,most especially for you.."

bobby zi takes a drag off of his stogie,and blows out a blue cloud of smoke...

"so you have the belt back again. wow,let me tell you just how impressed i am with your mighty skill and finesse.." zi issues a samll half hearted golf clap..

"wow,you plucked one of my old belts up from..whats his name...finaliy right? i can imagine what a hard pressed match that was,and that so called X-treme belt that you've got tied around that girlish figure of yours, well come on,let alone the way how you get it back,but thing is just i weren't there to keep it away from you,well fucker,i'm here to change that.." a confident smile gracing his beard stuffled face

"you wanna know what i think is beatiful 'jasmine' ? its how more clueless you're than i've given credit for and full of self delusion you are.thats fuckin beautiful.it makes my job easier than before.i'm sorry man ,it wasnt my fault that you are a jackass,really!your little video production class video tugged at my heartstrings when i realized that you had been sorely,SORELY misinformed.."

zi takes a drag off of his stogie,and blows out a blue cloud of smoke...

"see masty I'm buisness man, i am not like some of you who just sit up in expensive couch in his mansion, sipping his hennesy and watching his workers do his job and showup his ugly face every week, no,not at all, I cant commit to this wrestling shit day in and day out becuase the money that i get paid for it isnt enough for a luxury life i wish that am living, but see , you brag about the same title that i won and your accomplishment as "arc covenant champion", its like you sayin 'we dont seem on same page',huh? what a fucking book are you reading? u pinned a slept man,and after losing it for that rasict, and then you handed it back unfairly from that little kid,what have you done better than this,"arc covenant champ" my foot! just for 20 seconds?"

Again zi pulls another drag off of the cigar. chris picks up the slack in the airtime..

"come on masty ,listen to what you are fucking saying! you are STILL living under the false impression that you have any sort of edge over me.you think that i'm a burnt out husk of a man,waiting for the next strong breeze to topple me over for good? Jesus christ, what in the world are you thinking? i've just had a nice long vacation here,do you really think that my life is so hard and rough that i cant possibly even wrestle?masty wrestling is HOBBIE for me,this isnt fucking rocket science."

zi stands to have his final say..

"mastermind,your overactive imagination will only get you so far--its going to fail when you miserably when you step into the ring with me at madness this monday, your so called "master of minds" shit is going to come up far short,the flesh and blood southafrican is far more dangerous and skilled than you've confinced yourself, i'm gonna smash your fucking delusional head with my 'crusher' and you aren't going to get up, no one ever does,atleast not on their own power"

zi walks towards the asian man and shut it off

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Former 2× X-treme ChampIon