Post by thechrisavery on May 26, 2009 0:32:09 GMT -5
Chris Avery: Hey. How much for the voice recorder?
Store Clerk: This ol' thang? Five bucks man.
Chris Avery: I'll take it.
- The two exchange American currency for a voice recorder. Avery puts the voice recorder box into his pocket. He's wearing a hooded black sweater and notices a young 20-something male behind him. Avery puts the hood over his head and puts both hands into the sweater pocket and opens the voice recorder while he steps out. Avery walks down a few feet behind the corner store into the alley. Avery peaks back around to the window of the store and notices the man pull out a gun. He holds the store clerk up for the money in the register. Avery turns on the voice recorder.
Chris Avery: Twelve Thirty A-M. The kid I've been following for an entire day just did what I knew he would. Hold the store up. He's been casing the place and nervously walking around it for hours. The clerk isn't putting up a fight, which is a good thing at this point. The truth be told, that clerk will be getting his money back.
- Avery stops the recorder and puts it into his pants pocket. Avery leaps up on to the dumpster, then leaps again up on top of the roof of the store. The young 20 year old kid runs from the store's front door and in to the same alley that Avery was once in. The kid runs down the very dark alley and gets to the end. Another same-aged looking kid comes out of the darkness and meet with each other. They open the grocery bag to find stolen items and money. Avery leaps from the roof top to another to get just above them. Avery bends down on one of the corners of the building and turns on his voice recorder.
Chris Avery: (Low-voice, almost whisper) Stolen goods. Similar to my fate in WCF. Torture has once again stolen the stage right out from underneath me. A stage that I may have needed to propel myself into the main event scene, maybe even winning the coveted World Championship title. It wasn't in the cards however, and I must keep playing. It also wasn't Torture's fault entirely, it did have something to do with Johnny Reb. Justice will one day come for them, but for right now I must turn my focus quickly on up and comer Johnny Anthrax and Slickie T. It seems the higher ups have put us in a three way match. A match that I look to accomplish as a 'winner'. I no doubt want to pin both of them, and pick up the win on my quest for the right-guy winning in WCF. I'm tired of the propaganda, the strings being pulled, the politics. Someone needs to actually win the matches to become Champion of any sort, and I'll be that man. Plus, it seems I'm already doing some good right here in Chicago. And the fans seem to like me now too..
- Avery stops the recorder as he notices the two putting the money back in the paper bag and rolling the top of it back up. Avery leaps off the roof, grabbing onto the ledge falling onto an electrical box which startles the two kids and Avery 180 leaps off of that knocks one of the kids down. The other is about to run away when Avery sweeps his legs out from underneath him from behind. Avery grabs both kids by their shirt collars.
Chris Avery: Didn't your mom ever tell you not to take things that don't belong to you?
- The kids try to squirm but Chris Avery holds tight.
Chris Avery: Drop the bag.
- The kid drops the bag.
Chris Avery: Now, run home and don't let me catch you in the shadows again.
- One of the kid pipes up and asks who the man holding them down on the ground is. Avery never misses a beat and while his hood is still over his head and the shadow covering his face..
Chris Avery: Call me The Truth.
- He lets go and both kids get to their feet as quick as possible and high-tail out of the alley. Chris picks up the paper bag and takes his recorder back out.
Chris Avery: Like those two kids, I will make sure that Anthrax and Slickie T won't be able to get up once I connect my finisher inside the ring. While they haven't physically stolen anything, I'm going into this match with the assumption they aren't perfect to society, and certainly not perfect in professional wrestling. With that assumption, I must conclude that I will bring justice and honor to the ring. I will.. win.
- Avery opens the glass door of the store and walks inside. The man still down in fear behind the counter looks up when the paper bag of money lands on the counter above him. The man looks up and looks at Chris Avery in the face.
Clerk: Th..than...tha...
Chris Avery: Lock up when it's dark from now on.
Clerk: Oh...oh...kaay..
- Avery turns away from the counter and heads back out the door. Now walking down the lonesome sidewalk Avery talks back into the voice recorder.
Chris Avery: The bad guys, the good guys, the tweeners, and the management of WCF will all witness on Sunday the justice that I will bring to the squared circle. She cries out to me, but she doesn't need my help. She just wants me to know that they spit and piss all over her and never respect what she's given to them. I can hear her crying, but never asking for help. I don't get it. Maybe I'm not seeing the real problem. Maybe I'm not listening hard enough. Whatever the case may be, on Sunday... Slickie T and Johnny Anthrax will have to give up their high life of getting high, and living on an alcohol-induced coma to see the real... to see.. The Truth.
Store Clerk: This ol' thang? Five bucks man.
Chris Avery: I'll take it.
- The two exchange American currency for a voice recorder. Avery puts the voice recorder box into his pocket. He's wearing a hooded black sweater and notices a young 20-something male behind him. Avery puts the hood over his head and puts both hands into the sweater pocket and opens the voice recorder while he steps out. Avery walks down a few feet behind the corner store into the alley. Avery peaks back around to the window of the store and notices the man pull out a gun. He holds the store clerk up for the money in the register. Avery turns on the voice recorder.
Chris Avery: Twelve Thirty A-M. The kid I've been following for an entire day just did what I knew he would. Hold the store up. He's been casing the place and nervously walking around it for hours. The clerk isn't putting up a fight, which is a good thing at this point. The truth be told, that clerk will be getting his money back.
- Avery stops the recorder and puts it into his pants pocket. Avery leaps up on to the dumpster, then leaps again up on top of the roof of the store. The young 20 year old kid runs from the store's front door and in to the same alley that Avery was once in. The kid runs down the very dark alley and gets to the end. Another same-aged looking kid comes out of the darkness and meet with each other. They open the grocery bag to find stolen items and money. Avery leaps from the roof top to another to get just above them. Avery bends down on one of the corners of the building and turns on his voice recorder.
Chris Avery: (Low-voice, almost whisper) Stolen goods. Similar to my fate in WCF. Torture has once again stolen the stage right out from underneath me. A stage that I may have needed to propel myself into the main event scene, maybe even winning the coveted World Championship title. It wasn't in the cards however, and I must keep playing. It also wasn't Torture's fault entirely, it did have something to do with Johnny Reb. Justice will one day come for them, but for right now I must turn my focus quickly on up and comer Johnny Anthrax and Slickie T. It seems the higher ups have put us in a three way match. A match that I look to accomplish as a 'winner'. I no doubt want to pin both of them, and pick up the win on my quest for the right-guy winning in WCF. I'm tired of the propaganda, the strings being pulled, the politics. Someone needs to actually win the matches to become Champion of any sort, and I'll be that man. Plus, it seems I'm already doing some good right here in Chicago. And the fans seem to like me now too..
- Avery stops the recorder as he notices the two putting the money back in the paper bag and rolling the top of it back up. Avery leaps off the roof, grabbing onto the ledge falling onto an electrical box which startles the two kids and Avery 180 leaps off of that knocks one of the kids down. The other is about to run away when Avery sweeps his legs out from underneath him from behind. Avery grabs both kids by their shirt collars.
Chris Avery: Didn't your mom ever tell you not to take things that don't belong to you?
- The kids try to squirm but Chris Avery holds tight.
Chris Avery: Drop the bag.
- The kid drops the bag.
Chris Avery: Now, run home and don't let me catch you in the shadows again.
- One of the kid pipes up and asks who the man holding them down on the ground is. Avery never misses a beat and while his hood is still over his head and the shadow covering his face..
Chris Avery: Call me The Truth.
- He lets go and both kids get to their feet as quick as possible and high-tail out of the alley. Chris picks up the paper bag and takes his recorder back out.
Chris Avery: Like those two kids, I will make sure that Anthrax and Slickie T won't be able to get up once I connect my finisher inside the ring. While they haven't physically stolen anything, I'm going into this match with the assumption they aren't perfect to society, and certainly not perfect in professional wrestling. With that assumption, I must conclude that I will bring justice and honor to the ring. I will.. win.
- Avery opens the glass door of the store and walks inside. The man still down in fear behind the counter looks up when the paper bag of money lands on the counter above him. The man looks up and looks at Chris Avery in the face.
Clerk: Th..than...tha...
Chris Avery: Lock up when it's dark from now on.
Clerk: Oh...oh...kaay..
- Avery turns away from the counter and heads back out the door. Now walking down the lonesome sidewalk Avery talks back into the voice recorder.
Chris Avery: The bad guys, the good guys, the tweeners, and the management of WCF will all witness on Sunday the justice that I will bring to the squared circle. She cries out to me, but she doesn't need my help. She just wants me to know that they spit and piss all over her and never respect what she's given to them. I can hear her crying, but never asking for help. I don't get it. Maybe I'm not seeing the real problem. Maybe I'm not listening hard enough. Whatever the case may be, on Sunday... Slickie T and Johnny Anthrax will have to give up their high life of getting high, and living on an alcohol-induced coma to see the real... to see.. The Truth.
