Post by The Edgecrusher on Aug 12, 2009 22:57:41 GMT -5
The Edgecrusher worked his way through the winding halls of the FCW arena that was all set to host Friday Night Anarchy. No matter how hard it was for Marc to believe, it only took a few days to get some in-ring time in the company. He patted the the breast pocket of his tattered blue Janitor coveralls with the name tag "ABU" stitched in. Marc stops to pick up a crumbled sheet of paper from the hallway floor.
"Fucking litter bu....." Marc says to himself then quickly let's loose a girl like squeak. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pay as you go cell phone. He flips the top display up and glances down at the number. "Holy fucking shit!" Marc quickly hits the answer button and holds the phone to his ear, dropping the litter back to the ground. "Sup Lajon?"
"Nothing much, enjoying my time away from the ring." Lajon was a former great from the AWF. Multiple time world champion who had taken the Edgecrusher under his wing near the end. Lajon had spent countless hours in the gym with Marc, teaching him some in's and outs. While most of it was just that, in one ear then out the other, he still managed to learn some great tricks from a legend. "Heard you got yourself a new gig?"
"You better believe I did, I showed up and they where kissing my ass like none other. I signed a deal making me their highest paid superstar." Marc replies with hesitation.
"Um... yeah That's really good. You got any matches coming up?" Marc holds the phone back from his ear looking down as his pocket.
"Yeah... yeah I've got a warm up match against some losers." Marc manages to stutter out.
"That's cool, get the ring rust off. Well I gotta go meet up with Luke, I'll talk to you later on man." Lajon hangs up on his side, he was never one for many words. More a man of action. Marc shrugs off the shortness, flips his phone back just as it starts ringing again. He answers...
"SUP!!!" the tiny voice echoes through the hallway.
"Nothing much man."
"Heard your back in the biz!"
"Yeah got my first match."
"Who ya fighting?"
"Um..." Marc reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper. He unfolds the paper, his match is scribbled in barely legible handwriting. " Alex Mercury and.... " Marc drops the paper to the floor. "EGGMAN!"
"REALLY? Eggman? I thought he died of high cholesterol?" EC scratches his head with a look of confusion spread across his face.
"Yeah that's what I thought, but I guess not." There's a short pause on the other end.
"Well me and a bunch of the other guys thought it'd be fun to get together before the show and party in your Honor." Another short pause, was this really a good idea for Marc? How much trouble had the old gang got him into previously? Ah oh well Marc was lonely. FCW wasn't paying enough, he had to take to sleeping in the arena when nobody was looking. Boiler rooms, empty locker rooms and dumpsters had been Marc's home for the past few days.
"Yeah man come on down and bring everybody else!" Marc hangs his phone up again and puts it back in his pocket.
Marc falls flat on his face against the cold hard cement of the FCW boiler room. He's still conscious and aware of his surroundings but things are really blurry. Music wafts in and out, several tiny voices shout out from the background. Suddenly with great force Marc is spun over onto his back and pulled up to a sitting position. He looks around the room at his friends as they continue to party, enjoying the beer he had swiped from the concession stand. Marc looked around at the room, nothing but full grown adults standing no more then 4 feet. Marc had a pact with a gang of midgets. He got things down from the top shelf for them, in return... well he got something we don't talk about....
"Man your so gonna get your ass kicked, your way to fucked up to wrestle!" A midget wearing a bright green suit shouted from the corner before chugging another 16 oz can of Coors light.
"FU... f.... Fu.... FUCK YOU!" Marc shouted horizontally, sadly the midget was right. He had to think hard and fast about what he was gonna do, he was really... REALLY.... REALLY.... fucked up.
"Fucking litter bu....." Marc says to himself then quickly let's loose a girl like squeak. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pay as you go cell phone. He flips the top display up and glances down at the number. "Holy fucking shit!" Marc quickly hits the answer button and holds the phone to his ear, dropping the litter back to the ground. "Sup Lajon?"
"Nothing much, enjoying my time away from the ring." Lajon was a former great from the AWF. Multiple time world champion who had taken the Edgecrusher under his wing near the end. Lajon had spent countless hours in the gym with Marc, teaching him some in's and outs. While most of it was just that, in one ear then out the other, he still managed to learn some great tricks from a legend. "Heard you got yourself a new gig?"
"You better believe I did, I showed up and they where kissing my ass like none other. I signed a deal making me their highest paid superstar." Marc replies with hesitation.
"Um... yeah That's really good. You got any matches coming up?" Marc holds the phone back from his ear looking down as his pocket.
"Yeah... yeah I've got a warm up match against some losers." Marc manages to stutter out.
"That's cool, get the ring rust off. Well I gotta go meet up with Luke, I'll talk to you later on man." Lajon hangs up on his side, he was never one for many words. More a man of action. Marc shrugs off the shortness, flips his phone back just as it starts ringing again. He answers...
"SUP!!!" the tiny voice echoes through the hallway.
"Nothing much man."
"Heard your back in the biz!"
"Yeah got my first match."
"Who ya fighting?"
"Um..." Marc reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper. He unfolds the paper, his match is scribbled in barely legible handwriting. " Alex Mercury and.... " Marc drops the paper to the floor. "EGGMAN!"
"REALLY? Eggman? I thought he died of high cholesterol?" EC scratches his head with a look of confusion spread across his face.
"Yeah that's what I thought, but I guess not." There's a short pause on the other end.
"Well me and a bunch of the other guys thought it'd be fun to get together before the show and party in your Honor." Another short pause, was this really a good idea for Marc? How much trouble had the old gang got him into previously? Ah oh well Marc was lonely. FCW wasn't paying enough, he had to take to sleeping in the arena when nobody was looking. Boiler rooms, empty locker rooms and dumpsters had been Marc's home for the past few days.
"Yeah man come on down and bring everybody else!" Marc hangs his phone up again and puts it back in his pocket.
***TWO HOURS LATER***
Marc falls flat on his face against the cold hard cement of the FCW boiler room. He's still conscious and aware of his surroundings but things are really blurry. Music wafts in and out, several tiny voices shout out from the background. Suddenly with great force Marc is spun over onto his back and pulled up to a sitting position. He looks around the room at his friends as they continue to party, enjoying the beer he had swiped from the concession stand. Marc looked around at the room, nothing but full grown adults standing no more then 4 feet. Marc had a pact with a gang of midgets. He got things down from the top shelf for them, in return... well he got something we don't talk about....
"Man your so gonna get your ass kicked, your way to fucked up to wrestle!" A midget wearing a bright green suit shouted from the corner before chugging another 16 oz can of Coors light.
"FU... f.... Fu.... FUCK YOU!" Marc shouted horizontally, sadly the midget was right. He had to think hard and fast about what he was gonna do, he was really... REALLY.... REALLY.... fucked up.
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