Post by Sushi-X on Jan 27, 2009 19:27:13 GMT -5
The following takes place a few days after XWA’s XGames2 in Los Angeles. Sushi-X had been staying at a plush hotel to contemplate his future. He had lost to MG in a ladder match. Whether he liked it or not, he was a member of The New Nation, or TNN for short.
2:25am Pacific time
Sushi-X was sleeping in his hotel room after answering fan e-mail for the last few hours. He spent part of the evening preparing his latest Sushi-X Files blog for the XWA website. He had been worn out physically and mentally for the last few days. The Chicago ninja did press for the XWA, hit a couple of clubs, and attended the year-end awards show, to name a few things. The day after tomorrow, he was heading back home to Chicago to train and prepare for the coming season. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He rolled over to check to see who it was. It said “No name”. No number came up either. X figured it was probably a telemarketer calling him at this late hour. He hit a button to stop the ringing and rolled back to sleep. Less than a minute later, it rang again. No name. No number. He hit one of the side buttons to kill the noise. Then, a third call. No name or number as before. This time, he picked it up and hit ignore. Sushi set his phone to silent and went back to sleep.
Five minutes later, his phone vibrated. No name. No number. Maybe it was some crazed fan or something. Or a friend of his calling from a new phone. Figuring the phone would keep ringing until he picked it up, Sushi-X finally answered it. He and his voice were groggy.
“Uh…hello?”
The voice on the other end was deep and stern.
“Get dressed. It’s time.”
“What? Who are you? What do you want?”
“I know who you are, son. Get dressed. Meet me outside in ten minutes,” stressed the unknown voice.
“Yeah, I think you got the wrong number.”
Before he could hang up, the man spoke again, this time with more bass and louder.
“I know who you are, homeboy! You better get your ass out here! We will come and find your ass if you don’t comply, you feel me?”
“Look, fucker, you got the wrong nu—“
“Ten minutes. And you come alone. No phone. No laptop. Nothing.” There was a short pause from the mysterious man. “Or you die.”
Before Sushi-X could say another word, the voice hung up.
Reluctantly, the ninja got dressed. With just moments to get dressed, there was no time for a shower. No time for a phone call. He quickly took off his pajamas and went with a shirt and jeans he packed for the trip to LA. He also put on his trademark mask so he wouldn’t be easily recognized. He grabbed his hotel room key and some loose change and left his room.
Still groggy, he made a quick stop at the vending machine for a drink. Maybe some caffeine would wake him up. A couple of quick chugs and he was on his way. He made his way down to the hotel lobby.
“Hey, where you going?” the receptionist at the desk asked him as X was walking hurriedly out the door.
“Just gonna get a quick walk in, I’ll be right back.”
With no time to alert the receptionist he could be in trouble, Sushi was outside of the hotel. A black SUV was parked outside the hotel. He stood there for a moment before taking a few steps away from the vehicle. Just then, two larger men dressed in black stepped out of the SUV jumped the ninja. With no chance to defend himself, Sushi-X fell quickly. The hooded men kicked and punched him repeatedly, until a mysterious voice called the men.
“Enough! I want him alive. Put him in the trunk. Leave no evidence.”
The men bounded Sushi-X with duct tape and rope and covered his head with a dark-colored pillowcase. They quickly stuff him in the trunk. The two men stuffed him in the trunk and quickly got back in the vehicle and drove off.
“Did you get the right man?” the voice said.
“Sure did,” one of the hooded men replied.
“Perfect. The initiation can begin.”
The SUV was on its way to an undisclosed location. Who were these men? Where were they going? How do they know Sushi-X? What were their plans for him?
TO BE CONTINUED…
2:25am Pacific time
Sushi-X was sleeping in his hotel room after answering fan e-mail for the last few hours. He spent part of the evening preparing his latest Sushi-X Files blog for the XWA website. He had been worn out physically and mentally for the last few days. The Chicago ninja did press for the XWA, hit a couple of clubs, and attended the year-end awards show, to name a few things. The day after tomorrow, he was heading back home to Chicago to train and prepare for the coming season. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He rolled over to check to see who it was. It said “No name”. No number came up either. X figured it was probably a telemarketer calling him at this late hour. He hit a button to stop the ringing and rolled back to sleep. Less than a minute later, it rang again. No name. No number. He hit one of the side buttons to kill the noise. Then, a third call. No name or number as before. This time, he picked it up and hit ignore. Sushi set his phone to silent and went back to sleep.
Five minutes later, his phone vibrated. No name. No number. Maybe it was some crazed fan or something. Or a friend of his calling from a new phone. Figuring the phone would keep ringing until he picked it up, Sushi-X finally answered it. He and his voice were groggy.
“Uh…hello?”
The voice on the other end was deep and stern.
“Get dressed. It’s time.”
“What? Who are you? What do you want?”
“I know who you are, son. Get dressed. Meet me outside in ten minutes,” stressed the unknown voice.
“Yeah, I think you got the wrong number.”
Before he could hang up, the man spoke again, this time with more bass and louder.
“I know who you are, homeboy! You better get your ass out here! We will come and find your ass if you don’t comply, you feel me?”
“Look, fucker, you got the wrong nu—“
“Ten minutes. And you come alone. No phone. No laptop. Nothing.” There was a short pause from the mysterious man. “Or you die.”
Before Sushi-X could say another word, the voice hung up.
Reluctantly, the ninja got dressed. With just moments to get dressed, there was no time for a shower. No time for a phone call. He quickly took off his pajamas and went with a shirt and jeans he packed for the trip to LA. He also put on his trademark mask so he wouldn’t be easily recognized. He grabbed his hotel room key and some loose change and left his room.
Still groggy, he made a quick stop at the vending machine for a drink. Maybe some caffeine would wake him up. A couple of quick chugs and he was on his way. He made his way down to the hotel lobby.
“Hey, where you going?” the receptionist at the desk asked him as X was walking hurriedly out the door.
“Just gonna get a quick walk in, I’ll be right back.”
With no time to alert the receptionist he could be in trouble, Sushi was outside of the hotel. A black SUV was parked outside the hotel. He stood there for a moment before taking a few steps away from the vehicle. Just then, two larger men dressed in black stepped out of the SUV jumped the ninja. With no chance to defend himself, Sushi-X fell quickly. The hooded men kicked and punched him repeatedly, until a mysterious voice called the men.
“Enough! I want him alive. Put him in the trunk. Leave no evidence.”
The men bounded Sushi-X with duct tape and rope and covered his head with a dark-colored pillowcase. They quickly stuff him in the trunk. The two men stuffed him in the trunk and quickly got back in the vehicle and drove off.
“Did you get the right man?” the voice said.
“Sure did,” one of the hooded men replied.
“Perfect. The initiation can begin.”
The SUV was on its way to an undisclosed location. Who were these men? Where were they going? How do they know Sushi-X? What were their plans for him?
TO BE CONTINUED…
