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Post by flamez on Feb 10, 2007 20:26:59 GMT -5
Jason Mears, better known as the pyro legend from all the indy leagues he was in, decided to check out the lounge after being in XWA's first meeting. Not only did he to take in his own problems, but the new potentials that could prove fatal to his already damaged mind.
After making his way to the top of 11 Penn Plaza, He was actually both shocked and impressed by the design of just walking in. It was almost like Flamez just entered in a royal ball man of some sorts. He noticed a bar at the very end, and what better way to deal with ones troubles than with a good drink. Jason walked over and ordered beer straight from the bottle, soon paying for the waiter giving it to him. After looking around at the gracefulness of this place for a while, he found a lone table and decided to give it company. Jason leaned up against the chair and began thinking to himself with a sip in between thoughts. A few minutes later he raised the quarter half bottle of beer in the air for a self toast.
Well Flamez, here's to being a total smuck for most of your career, in hopes that you can find a chance at purgatory.
He brought the drink up to his lips and drank a little bit more of his beverage. Flamez continued his solitude until he noticed someone in the background...someone he just recently saw...
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Post by seifer on Feb 11, 2007 13:10:44 GMT -5
Seifer steps into the "lounge" of the building. Once again...a typical den of decadence where all the corporate type could waste away their time. He shakes his head, sickened by it all.
I knew this was a bad fucking idea coming here.
Seifer grew up on the streets...the rough and tumble neighborhoods where things like this were only fantasy. Now he was here, and it didn't seem all too pleasing.
Looking around, he see someone else who appears a bit out of place in the luxurious setting.
Who the...he MUST be with XWA. |
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Post by flamez on Feb 11, 2007 23:14:43 GMT -5
Jason knew this guy was from XWA, just by the way he meant business behind those sunglasses. To him, he looked like a mix between Raven and Tazz, two animals in the wrestling business that Flamez had high respect for. Maybe this guy had the same fire within, but what was he doing in the lounge?
Flamez grabbed his bottle of beer and began walking towards him. As he got closer it was almost like he found a kindred spirit, something only indy pros had. Flamez finally reached him but instead looked at the scenery so he didn't look like some crazed fan who just happened to be here.
So, I take it your in the band wagon too?
Flamez turned his head at the new arrival and held his free hand out to him.
The name's Flamez, Jason "Flamez" Mears. To whom do I owe the pleasure to? |
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Post by seifer on Feb 12, 2007 22:23:27 GMT -5
The name is Seifer.
Looking around again, he laens on the arm of a chair, not really sitting in it, arms folded. Bandwagon...yeah, that's one way to put it. Jumping onto the "flavor of the month" if you will...but this XWA ain't gonna be no flash in the pan, not while I'm on the clock.
So what? "Flamez" is a nickname or a middle name? Now I know I can't say much about names, but if it's the latter, that's pretty fucked up in my opinion.The comment manages to get a bit of a chuckle out of him.[/center] |
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Post by flamez on Feb 12, 2007 22:59:37 GMT -5
Jason chuckled a bit at the question, knowing how many times it's been asked in the past.
Nah, the name was given to me by the fans for putting people threw flaming tables before, during, and after matches. Kind of what Heyman did with Beniot by calling him the Crippler.
Flamez take a sip of his beer as he continued to speak.
You know, I've only been here for a few hours, and I'm pretty impressed. Well, the lounge might be a little fancy but still it has that soft feel to it. Even when I was over in DDW I never had this sort of treatment...maybe I didn't deverse it, I was mostly a smuck thinking everybody just wanted to throw me away. I thought I was Bret Hart and everyone was trying to start their own Attitude Era at my own expense. Well, hopefully the fans won't be so sheepish this time around, if you know what I mean. Of course, I'm willing to change as well. [/b] |
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Post by seifer on Feb 12, 2007 23:28:42 GMT -5
Doesn't really matter what the fans think to me. Whether they like me or they don't, they're still siging my paycheck. Same this overground as it is underground, now instead of bets, it's tickets.
Sion still looks over the joint through his dark blue shades. The only time he ever really took them off was right before a fight.
I still get my cut of either or, so I don't care what they think. You could probably tell by now that I'm not exactly from the typical "wrestling" upbringing. This town, has an underside you wouldn't believe, and it's big on "fight clubs" if you will. Me and my brother are freaking KINGS down there. Thought it might be worth a shot to see how it is in the spotlight, and we're too rough for MMA (mixed martial arts), so wrestling it is... |
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Post by flamez on Feb 12, 2007 23:35:39 GMT -5
Well, I've been on the darkside of Baltimore so I have a pretty good idea of what your saying. I had the same problem as you, I was too extreme for all those other leagues so I either didn't get the job or I, well, jobbed. That's when DDW took me in, and during my career I've won both tag-team and heavyweight gold. So I'm hoping to do the same here, but I wish you and your brother the best of luck.
Flamez raises his bottle to his fellow worker before taking in a few gulps. He looks down at the beer and shakes his head a bit.
Tell me, have you or your brother been to a place called Chancy's? |
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Post by seifer on Feb 12, 2007 23:39:27 GMT -5
Chancy's? Sounds like it's either too uppity or a total freakin' dive. Either way, it doesn't ring a bell to me...guessin' it's outta town is it? |
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Post by flamez on Feb 12, 2007 23:51:20 GMT -5
Meh, something like a total freakin' dive. It's in the outskirts of New York City. A lot of the outsiders like going their when they wanna feel safe. The head of security was this seven foot tall red head by the name of Grace. Me and her hit it off almost instantly, but now she's my ex-wife who's giving birth to my...her twin children sometime in March. I doubt she cares about me anymore, now that she's with some lesbian now.
Flamez drinks the rest of his beer as it now appears that his sorrow and drunkenness have gotten the best of him. He raises his finger as on the waiters passes by him.
Hey, I'll have another Bid Lite, Bud Lit, or whatever the fuck you call this. [/b] |
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Post by seifer on Feb 13, 2007 1:13:55 GMT -5
We probably rolled around there not knowing the name of the place. Been all over the town so much I can't even remember the spots we hit. But yeah...that kinda sucks about the not-so significant other. She'll probably come crawling back when she sees you in the "spotlight". Obviously, this XWA thing is going to get lots of publicity.
Finally looking in Mears' direction, he gives a nod to him.
Success is the best revenge, so they say... |
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Post by flamez on Feb 13, 2007 1:19:34 GMT -5
That's just it, I was in the spotlight and that's when I got defensive...but I see where your going with it.
The same waiter Flamez called on came back with another bottle of beer and Flamez takes it with a second notice.
I hope your right about this Seifer, and knowing that you are, both of us are gonna be at the top, well both of us and your brother. Here's to our family's health, may they piss us off and hug us still.
Flamez goes to drink the bottle but soon relieves he forgot to take the cap off. He chuckles a bit before turning to Seifer.
Usually I drink this stuff straight...must be something in the lounge's tap water. |
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Post by seifer on Feb 13, 2007 1:29:01 GMT -5
Thinking a bit about his brother Sion and his mischievous self...
Oh, there's no doubt about the pissing off part, in the case of younger brothers it's part of the job description. That doesn't piss me off quite as much as the whole "corporate happiness" of this place. It's really not my cup of tea.
This XWA might well become a cash-cow, but I'm not going to let that get to my head. I'm keepin' it real. I live to fight, and I fight to live. Only thing that changes is the payout...now it's actually on the books.
No way I'm gonna let the whole "lap of luxury" crap mess with my flow. It's all business and nothing but. |
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Post by flamez on Feb 13, 2007 17:46:02 GMT -5
That's something we have in common, still I like the atmosphere. Usually I'd have to walk a good mile just to go to a bar, and that's if I don't get mugged before or after.
Flamez drunkenness leads his thoughts off the track as he starts thinking about random things.
Hmm...I wonder if this place holds any Yu-Gi-Oh duels, wouldn't that rock? I mean some guy walks in and be all like, Hey it's time to duel, and I'll be like, OH YEAH BOY...I'm talking nonsense again aren't I? |
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Post by seifer on Feb 14, 2007 17:08:41 GMT -5
Maybe you need to take a break there, guy...
Seifer rises back to his feet.
Or call for a designated driver. Wonder if the drinks here are cheap, probably not. |
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Post by flamez on Feb 14, 2007 21:50:27 GMT -5
Flamez rises to his feet as well as he possibly can.
Meh, maybe your right. Listen it was good talking with you and I hope my slur didn't make you feel, unpleasant. I'll find an open locker room and sleep their, believe me I've been in worse places.
Jason finally puts the bottle down and holds out his hand.
Hopefully I'll see you and your brother shortly. |
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