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Through the charred left-overs and into the sky above. Remains of a soul drifting onward into the deepest starry version of love. Cast over by shadows in the heat of a battle he has to win. Showered by praise before the bout can even begin. Tested in trivial misunderstandings to propel the understanding on. A hooded figure stumbles into the face of what was. Stained but not forgotten in the analog of ticking hands. Where he found himself lost once, be swore to never again. Fire has taken the state of play into another atmosphere. One filled with fear, absent of love, and willing to throw out any morale obstacle to appear. The Icons stand so proud of what they've earned. Until the next Batch of sadness presents itself as rubble to...
B U R N
People dance their legs off. The beat bumps over and over, the bass felt in vibrations across an open field. A stage with wild gyrating costumed animals the scene. Pat down at the security gate, leading to searches in an out of sight corner. A hooded figure grabs his belongings out of the pass through tray, and remove his covering. Flinging back his hair in slow motion, we see the wide sparkling with promise eyeballs of one... Gabe Reno. He takes in a whiff of his surroundings; extending an arm for the decked out in green and gold barely there bikini wearing Talia Areano. She bobs to the music in the distance and spins around Reno a few times, smiling, before leading him by the shoulder off into a large crowd moving toward the same stage up ahead. The shot zooms back to take in the sheer size and magnitude of the thousands pouring in from the parking lot, through the entrance, and the thousands already ahead in their places.
Wow, this place is bumpin' Tal!
Areano dances around feeling the vibe. Gabe see's an out house and immediately regrets all that Red Bull to get hyped before they arrived. He walks over to a line of 20 men. He waits impatiently, looking at his watch, then back at Talia going in a circle to a new set starting up. After a few minutes the lines grows angry do to how long the man inside is taking. An awful stench follows, the door swings open. Gabe squints, vaguely recognizing the man who nearly runs right into his shoulder. It dawns on him, he runs after the man, and swings him around by the arm. Reno knew it. Chris Chaos in basically full body paint. Chaos checks his Venom makeup in a wrist mirror band. Gabe looks at him in shock trying to keep his eyes front and center to avoid the painted schlong.
What the hell are you doing here?
Chaos gocks at a few passing hottie's.
I am exploring the full allure of the female form, Gabe. Why the hell else would I be here, you know I hate raves. I told you this, it's something about the...
In unison.
Reverse drag queens. Reverse drag queens.
Reno starts cracking up.
WHAT!? It's a real thing, GABE! OKAY!? These half man/half woman/half tranny fucks who look like hot chicks, because they pack their meat with a strap... God, it's unlawful. You know... they should be arrested for that type of deception! It's wrong... and... ya know, wrong.
I sense a bad experience story?
NO! I am shocked, and offended... and SHOCKED! I just dislike it, okay!? Did you see the promo's from Main and Crowe earlier? Something about us being on the wrong horse, or a hangman being confused about his job... wait, that's not right...
No, bro, you know I don't watch opponents promo's, it pisses me off they even air shit like that. Some scummy new guys enter Lethal Lotto and attack the Icons of the fucking sport. And they actually air it. Can you imagine if Johnny Manziel did that to Tom Brady. Or, Tim Tebow. Fuck, at least those guys made it big enough to get drafted relatively high. Who drafted these guys? Vietnam? If only, then our lives would be slightly easier come Wednesday... but only slightly.
Yeah, I don't know, I watch more for the entertainment of my own sick fetishes. Like when Main talks about burning things to the ground, and gets all confident, my mind imagines that smile turned all the while upside down into a frown after he experiences his shoulders on the ground.
Nice rhyme. Yeah, these guys are something else. I mean, not wrestle... they should go... do... something else. Clearly they aren't cut out for this. "YA BOI"? Do I even have to go there? It's almost too easy. Ya know, like chess against a newborn babe. Their eyes open for the first time full of wonder in a place with endless worldly possibilities... then BOOM... Knight to B4, Checkmate. Fuckin' babies never see it coming, am I right?
Gabe elbows Chaos with a chuckle, Chris doesn't bite.
Dude... what, you destroy babies at chess? What a mess... what type of monster...
Isn't that what we are doing this week?
Chris rethinks his position.
So... that's where they will find, the best kind... of monsters?
Iconic handshake into an Iconic fist pound.
That's weird, not the full body paint, that's a discussion for another time... why do you keep doing that?
What are you trying to say, that I'm not supposed to be out like this in the day?
Gabe squints and looks at Chaos pupils that are enormously dilated.
No, dickhole, why are you rhyming like that?
I don't know what you mean, I just looked down and noticed the grass was so green, should I take a picture and congratulate the grounds crew, or would they see it as mean?
He grabs Chaos by the shoulders.
Did you take something, is that why you're painted like this? What did you take?
Chris begins to panic.
I DON'T REMEMBER, OKAY!? There was this girl in the outhouse porta potty when I opened the door, and she was cut so I went in, and one thing led to another... and she took off her clothes, and there was this pill glowing in his belly button...
WHAT!? YOU TOOK DRUGS BEFORE A FUCKING EVENT! WHO ARE YOU, DOLLY WATERS!?
He breaks down in Gabe's arms as teens pass shooting dirty looks.
You can't tell JENNY GABE! PLEASE!?
He sobs uncontrollably in embarrassment, before collecting himself a second later, then wiping the tears, smearing his face paint. His watery pupils looks at Gabe.
Okay... Okay... I've got this.
GEE, I don't know Chris, do you!? Fuck! OKAY OKAY! Use some of my piss for the test, the only things in it are charisma, bad-assery, and a just little tiny bit of blood.
Chaos' familiar Universal smile returns, Gabe pats him on the shoulder as they share a moment. Chris finally breaks the silence.
Hey, where's Talia?
Gabe realizes how distracted he's been mending his partners deep emotional wounds; he points over to where Talia was dancing while he waited in line for the bathroom, and notices she's gone. Chaos salivates at the passing hottie's, down ones luscious tits, to her flat abs, and the rest... then notices a bulge in the back of one of their outfit bottoms. He dry heaves for a few seconds as Gabe bolts over to where Talia was.
GABE!? What the hell where are you going!?
Chris runs over through the crowd of high rolling teenagers, some of whom have mounted shoulders of guys they barely known, fully prepared for the inebriated decisions they are sure to endure.
SHE WAS RIGHT HERE!
Well, she couldn't have gone far, don't panic. I'll use my chaotic abilities within the wind to locate her...
NOW IS NOT THE TIME!
Gabe rolls his eyes and paces back and forth in distain, as Chaos raises his arms and does an Indian-like dance, then as Gabe is facing the other directions he spots Talia in the distance being dragged off by two men, one with each of her arms.
GABE, THERE SHE IS!
Reno turns and spots them rounding a corner just in time to make out her signature "Turn Up The Heat" boots. He sprints over with Chaos following. They make it to the back of a staging area. A whimper can be heard somewhere close by. Chaos goes left, Reno goes right, as they investigate every nook and cranny for clues of the missing. Chaos gets distracted by a large multi-colored clock mounted high above the stage. Reno turns sighing then pulling him back over. Finally then hear a scream as if someone is fighting off their captors. Gabe runs down a small alleyway between buildings. Looking both ways. A shuffling from one side leads him to an open sliding door, pulling Chaos by the sun-fading painted shoulder. Gabe peaks inside, as some asshole in a ski mask with long hair is circling a tied up Talia talking about how his publicist was his world. Reno rolls his eyes, and gestures with his lips "" to Chaos. Chaos nods, and hops on Reno's shoulders, then ascends to an unseen part of the rooftop. Reno backs into a secure location, then cowers half way down the wall, before trying to resolve the situation.
Hey -stains! Okay, we may know what happened to you publicist. She had a little run-in... but look... that's not reason to go to prison for harming the beautiful soul of XWF, Talia Areano. So why don't you guys make like tree's and get out of here, before something bad happens to you?
Shots ring out striking the solid wall behind Reno, "BOIIIIIII" can be heard as a crash through the ceiling accompanies the shot switching to the inside, where the painted Chaos has another struggling man in a head scissors with his painted balls slapping the man each time he struggles. The masked man with long greasy hair peaking out of his ski mask turns to look, as Gabe rushes him, slaps him pimp style with a back hand, then tosses him into a wall. His greasy hair sticks to the wall, trapping him like an 80's hair commercial jheri-curl nightmare. Up top Chaos flings the dumber assailant into a chain and ties the spinner necklace chain he is wearing around his neck onto it and around his neck, then pushes him out to hang over Talia and Gabe below. Chris grabs a pole and slide down, leaving is covered with sweaty ball paint. He runs over as Gabe is untying the thankful Talia, as the Icons have returned the western favor she had offered up not long ago. She hugs Gabe tight as if she may never let go. Chris see's the hair stuck man squirming to remove his mask and walks over to lower it again.
No, the dark is where you belong, friend. Walk into the 90's into 2000's like the rest of us... hair grease? What a loser.
Chris laughs it off and fixes his packages from pole burn.
TALIA! WHAT HAPPENED!? I turned around, saw Chaos, who took nothing from a porta potty hoe-bag. and you were gone!
Chaos looks pissed Gabe revealed that information, but is more concerned immediately with the chaffing.
GABE! I AM SORRY, they just grabbed me, and said something about not having a "chance". I didn't know what the hell their problem was, I begged and clawed, they wouldn't let go... than God you spotted me!
Chaos leans in.
Through the elements of Chaos...
Gabe pushes his painted face back out.
I'm so glad you're okay!
You know what this means, GABRIEL?
She leans in, lips nearly overlapping his as their breath meets in a whirlwind of promise.
NO, WHAT!?
I am going to ride you...
REALLY!?
She leans to the side a bit, then back up with Gabe's car keys from his pocket.
Yeah, raves aren't what they used to be... just not safe let's go.
Oh.
She exits the doors as Chris walks bowlegged out, nonchalantly lighting a match and throwing it at the greasy dude on the wall, immediately lighting a massive fire with the other man still dangling from the chain. Chaos walks off with a half painted ass and an arm around his partner with Talia up ahead headed toward the parking lot.
You never learn Gabe, but ya know, that's kinda what I like about you...
Is that so? Comin' down off that pill yet?
Yeah, I am good. Let's burn these bitches at Warfare.
A single tear droplets streams down Gabe's cheek.
What is it?
You said bitches, I am... just, so proud... hey, was that your scrotum paint on that pole back there?
Iconic hug.
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" to Chaos. Chaos nods, and hops on Reno's shoulders, then ascends to an unseen part of the rooftop. Reno backs into a secure location, then cowers half way down the wall, before trying to resolve the situation.
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