Post by TRIPLE C on Dec 2, 2004 18:14:21 GMT -5
It is on the outskirts of New York City, just the lights of the City can be seen in the distance. In fact, it is almost out into the country side. The moon is covered in cool clouds, shining a halo around the moon, a sign of rain. Smoke can be seen from the top of a Waffle House Diner. 3 Vehicles are parked in the parking lot along with a black custom Harley Chopper. The moon shines off of it, it is truly a thing of mechanical beauty. A man is seen getting off of it. He is a tall muscular man, wearing old blue jeans, snakeskin boots, an old Daytona Bike Week shirt, and a rattling wallet chain. His long hair hangs wildly over his back as his long goatee is lit up in the moon’s light… It is none other than TRIPLE C. His tattooed arm reaches forward and opens the door. Inside, a few guys set around in a table, all of them the “usual” country folk, with their country witticisms. Triple C sets down at the bar. A raggedy old whorish woman walks up to him from behind the bar.
Woman- What do you want?
TC- I would like some food, I’m hungry.
Woman- Well, what do you want?
TC- Ill have a number 3 with a Coke to drink.
She hurries off and minutes later, she comes back with a plate of waffles, French toast, and syrup… all of this is cold too. Triple C eats it anyways. As he does, the Country guys at the other table begin to talk. They speak in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear, but they act as if they are telling a secret.
Man in John Deere Hat- Well, would you look what has come through the door!
Man in Coveralls- Looks like one of ‘em hippy bike riders…
Man in John Deere Hat- Look at that hair of his, looks like he has been growin’ that rat’s nest for awhile.
Triple C ignores them and continues to eat.
Man in Coveralls- Yeah, check that Joker with the long hair, what should we do with him?
Man in John Deere Hat- Hehe.. I think she’s cute!
Triple C has had enough, he puts the money on the table and he quietly walks outside. The two men watch him as he does. Triple C walks outside and stands beside of the dumpster in the shadows. He lights up a cigarette and the only thing you can see is the red cherry every once and while.
TC- Do you see the crap I have to put up with? Country Bumpkins, Politicians, they all want to limit my freedom and change who I am. If I would have walked in their with a buzz cut, overalls, and all of that sh#t on, they would have not said a word! Stupid mistake on their part. I may consider letting them go, Im still deciding on what I want to do. But I have made my mind up on ONE thing and that is Brett Angel! This Sunday when I get into the ring in a submission match with him, it will be nothing but pain for him… pure pain. It is time for him to learn his lesson, he got in between Me and Angel. I am trying to prove to her that I am the best choice for her. You are a weakling, who cant even protect her! Something inside of me, I don’t know what it is, but its love growing for her again. I cant help it, I remember the times we used to have and I fought for her once before and got fired because of it. This time, I will be the victor, I will get her back and show the world and all of the guys in the back that I am still on top of my game.
Triple C takes a drag from the cigarette, the small red light illuminates the shadows on his face.
TC- This will be my first match since June the 13th when I was thrown from the roof, through flaming tables, and then through the ring! That stunt in the ring nearly killed me, but I loved every single second of it! I loved the fighting, the blood, the horror on the fan’s faces as I pulled myself out of the hole in the ring. I was cut, I was burned, but one thing remained and that was my spirit. I still have that, even over my strength and power, that one thing is what drives me. I have spent nearly a half of a year out of action and this weekend on Suicide, I will finally make my return in the ring. All of this anger I have built up, all of this frustration… It will all be taken out on Brett Angel! He is the one that has the one thing I want in my life and that is Angel. I want her at my side again, I want her in my arms… but thanks to the Remnant, I will stop at NOTHING to get her back with me! I will show everyone how much of a contender I am, when Brett Angel taps his little miniscule hands on that mat and a little tear runs down his pretty little face. It will be a match to be remembered, with ME coming out on top!
Triple C tosses down the cigarette as the Waffle House door opens up and the two Country Boys come out.
Man in John Deere Hat- Hehe… I wonder where that queer went? I was wanting to beat him up and then I wo…
Triple C walks back into the shadows and he draws back a huge breath of air.
TC- HEY! OVER HERE FAGGOT!
The man in the hat walks over to the Shadows and when he reaches the edge, a fist flies out from nowhere and pops him right in the nose, knocking him completely out cold. The man in the overalls walks over and as he does, Triple C walks out from the shadows and stands over the man on the floor. He looks down at the other guy, Triple C towers over him.
TC- Boo.
The man in the overalls turns around and he jumps into the back of his truck and hides under the toolbox. Triple C walks slowly over to his bike laughing as rain begins to sprinkle. He sets on the bike and starts it up, the Harley Shovelhead Motor roars to life with a tremendous rumble. He puts it into first gear and he rides toward the lights of New York City. The camera fades as we see his tail light disappear over a hill. . .
Woman- What do you want?
TC- I would like some food, I’m hungry.
Woman- Well, what do you want?
TC- Ill have a number 3 with a Coke to drink.
She hurries off and minutes later, she comes back with a plate of waffles, French toast, and syrup… all of this is cold too. Triple C eats it anyways. As he does, the Country guys at the other table begin to talk. They speak in a tone loud enough for everyone to hear, but they act as if they are telling a secret.
Man in John Deere Hat- Well, would you look what has come through the door!
Man in Coveralls- Looks like one of ‘em hippy bike riders…
Man in John Deere Hat- Look at that hair of his, looks like he has been growin’ that rat’s nest for awhile.
Triple C ignores them and continues to eat.
Man in Coveralls- Yeah, check that Joker with the long hair, what should we do with him?
Man in John Deere Hat- Hehe.. I think she’s cute!
Triple C has had enough, he puts the money on the table and he quietly walks outside. The two men watch him as he does. Triple C walks outside and stands beside of the dumpster in the shadows. He lights up a cigarette and the only thing you can see is the red cherry every once and while.
TC- Do you see the crap I have to put up with? Country Bumpkins, Politicians, they all want to limit my freedom and change who I am. If I would have walked in their with a buzz cut, overalls, and all of that sh#t on, they would have not said a word! Stupid mistake on their part. I may consider letting them go, Im still deciding on what I want to do. But I have made my mind up on ONE thing and that is Brett Angel! This Sunday when I get into the ring in a submission match with him, it will be nothing but pain for him… pure pain. It is time for him to learn his lesson, he got in between Me and Angel. I am trying to prove to her that I am the best choice for her. You are a weakling, who cant even protect her! Something inside of me, I don’t know what it is, but its love growing for her again. I cant help it, I remember the times we used to have and I fought for her once before and got fired because of it. This time, I will be the victor, I will get her back and show the world and all of the guys in the back that I am still on top of my game.
Triple C takes a drag from the cigarette, the small red light illuminates the shadows on his face.
TC- This will be my first match since June the 13th when I was thrown from the roof, through flaming tables, and then through the ring! That stunt in the ring nearly killed me, but I loved every single second of it! I loved the fighting, the blood, the horror on the fan’s faces as I pulled myself out of the hole in the ring. I was cut, I was burned, but one thing remained and that was my spirit. I still have that, even over my strength and power, that one thing is what drives me. I have spent nearly a half of a year out of action and this weekend on Suicide, I will finally make my return in the ring. All of this anger I have built up, all of this frustration… It will all be taken out on Brett Angel! He is the one that has the one thing I want in my life and that is Angel. I want her at my side again, I want her in my arms… but thanks to the Remnant, I will stop at NOTHING to get her back with me! I will show everyone how much of a contender I am, when Brett Angel taps his little miniscule hands on that mat and a little tear runs down his pretty little face. It will be a match to be remembered, with ME coming out on top!
Triple C tosses down the cigarette as the Waffle House door opens up and the two Country Boys come out.
Man in John Deere Hat- Hehe… I wonder where that queer went? I was wanting to beat him up and then I wo…
Triple C walks back into the shadows and he draws back a huge breath of air.
TC- HEY! OVER HERE FAGGOT!
The man in the hat walks over to the Shadows and when he reaches the edge, a fist flies out from nowhere and pops him right in the nose, knocking him completely out cold. The man in the overalls walks over and as he does, Triple C walks out from the shadows and stands over the man on the floor. He looks down at the other guy, Triple C towers over him.
TC- Boo.
The man in the overalls turns around and he jumps into the back of his truck and hides under the toolbox. Triple C walks slowly over to his bike laughing as rain begins to sprinkle. He sets on the bike and starts it up, the Harley Shovelhead Motor roars to life with a tremendous rumble. He puts it into first gear and he rides toward the lights of New York City. The camera fades as we see his tail light disappear over a hill. . .
