Post by Dake Ken on Aug 11, 2006 22:14:31 GMT -5
*The shot opens up on an older hotel. The hotel has a lot of character to it. At least some would call it character, while others would simply call it, "Shit." The building is green. There is a type of "seaman" quality to it. You could almost be caught saying, "Argh" if you were staying at this place. The green, seaweed paint is chipping in many places though. Slightly faded as well, as it probably hasn't always been this type of stale, pale green against wood that you never really seen used for building a hotel. This is more the type of wood you see on most older homes. The wood that has the large planks and the big gaps between each plank of wood. Every line and swirl in the woods grain is very well defined. Almost like finger print of some sort. Each plank of wood has a different pattern to it. All of them changing with every plank that you pass by. There is not one that is just like the other one. The sign in the parking lot of the hotel has a steering wheel of a boat coming off the side of it. The hotel is called, "The Sea Ship Hotel." It's very obvious why there is an aquatic theme ... well not so much aquatic as it is, pirate/salior themed hotel, however that still counts as a type of aquatic style. The parking lot of the hotel is not very level. In fact it's so uneven that the building reflects the parking lot. Where there are large dips, an extra floor has been added. Making the building, technically, three stories, even though for the most part there are only two floors, the bottom and the top. The building only needs the extra floor at one point where the downwards slope in the parking lot is very great. The slopes and such has left the parking lot in pretty bad condition, there are cracks in the asphalt all over the place. In some spots there isn't even asphalt, obviously there was, but over time it just kind of cracked and then washed away, with no money to fix it, gravel seemed like the better choice for the owners, so now the parking lot is a mix of black cracking asphalt, and loose white gravel. The top floor has a rusty hand rail going around the outside side walk, there is a place at one point where the hand rail is bent and hanging over the side, serving to purpose, only increasing chance of injury if someone falls, which is ironic as that is not it's purpose at all. The doors on the hotel are missing any "no smoking" signs, only leading you to believe that smoking is okay in every room of this hotel, which is most likely the case. It's easy to see that as a possibility. The hotel does have a nice looking lunch cafe/seafood restraunt eatery type building connected to it. There is a sign that says, "Geustes st ying moore then a w ek get 10% of !" The smell coming from the place is something like that of Red Lobster ... only around twenty times more fishy. The funny thing about this place is, there is no sign of water or anything body of water around or in sight at least.
After a moment or two of the hotel sinking into ones memory, a WCF Tour Bus pulls up. Only this bus is obviously smaller than a normal tour bus. In fact the paint job on the bus looks rather recent and almost ... off ... however, it none-the-less is a WCF Tour Bus. It begins to pull into the hotel parking lot ... only it stops. The driver is obviously confused how he is going to do this, as the bus has no real momentum going because of the turn in the parking lot, but there is a large uphill slope that is the entrance to the hotel. Therefore leaving the bus there stalling. After a moment the rhythmic beeps of a large vehicle backing up can be heard, and the bus starts to make it's way backwards. It backs up out of the shot. After a moment the beeps stop, and you can hear the bus starting up with more speed this time. It takes the turn a be sharper and with more speed. It starts to go up the hill. Halfway everything seems to be fine, however, after the halfway point things start to get tricky. The bus slows down a lot and starts just hardly chugging along to try and make it to the top. The bus is obviously struggling to make it to the top. You can hear the engine almost screaming. It's similar to when you are running drills in a practice. Your coach might tell you to run, and for a while you seem to be doing fine, but then you hit that point. The point where you start to feel your muscles becoming a bit warm. Then after a few more moments, you are wondering if you can actually make it the rest of the way that the coach wants you to run. It seems almost impossible, your legs are burning, you think you might not be getting enough oxygen. You can feel everything in your body ripping and pulling for you to make it the rest of the way. Every bit of your spirit goes into trying to make it to the end of the drill. You keep pushing with all you have, your mind screaming in pain, you face showing the pain that you feel. You eyes bulging. You see the end of the line, and you fight through everything, and then ... it's over. You've made it. Same with the bus. It makes it up the hill, and the rolls along, slowly, trying to catch it's breath almost. Just like you do when you finish the drill. You simply walk, and think and try to breath in a steady rhythm once more.
The bus continues to roll around, until it reaches the front of the hotel where the "lobby" is. The lobby is nothing more than an open area really, inside of course, where there is a small lounge to sit and watch a small TV that most likely does not have cable, even though the sign out front says, "Fr e HBO." The chairs and couches in the lounge area are slightly a bit brighter than the pale green that everything is outside. The chair and couches obviously have horrible stains on them from people eating on them, and ... possibly other things, who knows. There is a small bar on the opposite side of the reception desk. It is small but there is another TV up in the right hand corner, and there are a wide selection of drinks. They all seem to have a type of "seaman" twist to their names. Such things as "Davey Jone's Whiskey" and other types of strong liquor such as that. This really comes as no surprise. The bar itself has an old fish net draped infront of the nice wood that makes up the bar. There is only room for three stools, however, there are four. Although it is around noon, there is already someone at the bar, ready to take orders, and serve drinks. He won't have to wait long either, as some residents of the hotel usually make their first, and not their last, but their first trip to the bar around noon. Where half stay, and half come back for more later in the night. The reception desk still follows that same type of sailor them. Steering wheels used on boats line the area above the reception desk. The counter has some type of sea shell inspired design. The clock against the far wall is boat with a man fishing. He has a friend. Their lines act as the hands of the clock. It's a rather neat clock. It fits the scene of the entire motel. It only makes sense. Outside the driver of the bus exits the bus. He walks into the lobby. The people behind the reception desk make no real effort to greet him verbally. They simply look at him and give him a type of nod. He acknowledges this, and it's obviously good enough for him. He reaches into a bag that has into his hand. It seems to be paper stating the business that seems to have been previously taken care of. The man behind the reception desk takes the paper.
The man working the reception desk walks back and out of sight. Outside Dake Ken, Nate Nytro, and Creeping Death get out of the bus. The all look tired, and not quite happy. In fact they almost looked saddened. Surprised as well. Almost not expecting this, but at the same time they knew it was coming. A good way to describe their faces are having your hopes dashed. When you were a kid you'd always get your hopes up about this or that, and you were just sure that, something would happen. A good example is when you expect to get a present from Santa Claus, but your parents seem to forget that you wanted this, or they do the thing that's even worse. They buy you something similar, but it's not the thing you wanted. It's something that's so close, but Santa is supposed to get it right, he knows. Having something that is only somewhat correct is not good enough when your are a kid. Of course this is the same situation. Children and adults are of course similar. You can't deny it. Dake, Nate, and Creeping Death obviously weren't expecting this to happen, they were obviously expecting their first stay in a real hotel that was very nice in a long time, they were thinking this would go without a hitch, however, nothing. They are stuck in this dump. Although this isn't the worst hotel they've stayed at by any means. Dake scans the building with his eyes. He looks at it, and turns his head to continues along the roof of the building. The roof is in somewhat bad shape. Although, obviously, it's still there, and that is good enough for him. There are a few tiles missing here and there. They are the old Spanish tiles that you see many houses in Europe. Dake laughs to himself about the fact that a building that is mainly themed with aquatic sailor life has Spanish tiles. Nate and Creeping Death inquire about Dake's laughing and Dake simply points to the roof with it's missing Spanish tiles. The two men also begin to slightly laugh, to brighten their mood. Some smiles never hurt. Dake continues along and sees the handrail that's bent and an hanging over the edge. An obvious health hazard. Dake glances at some of the doors next to him, and sees that there are no "no smoking" signs on any doors. He eyes the doors hard. He also looks at the parking lot with it's asphalt/gravel base.
The man at the reception desk comes back. He looks confused slightly and slightly scared as well. That look when you know you are going to have to tell a customer something they are not going to like. You can just feel the fact that the customer is going to blow up on you even though you are out of control of the situation. It is something that you wish you could do for the customer, not for real customer satisfaction, but just for the sole fact you do not want to put up with any shit. You could care less about how the customer feels, all you want to do is make sure that you get out of the situation injury free, with no scars or anything of the such. The man comes up and hands the piece of paper back to the bus driver. The bus driver looks at the paper, and he begins talking with the man at the reception desk. The bus driver is understanding for the most part. He seems mad about the paper he had rather than the fact that the hotel couldn't do anything with it. The bus driver walks over and picks up the phone on the reception desk. The phone is not a business phone by any means. It's simply a normal telephone. It's not even cordless. It looks about as old as anyone of the wrestlers standing outside. The wrestlers outside are leaning on the bus. Dake has his arms crossed. He has sunglasses on. All men are sweating. It's a hot noon day. There is some shade supplied by large tress that are around, but not much. The area is very secluded. There is nothing around at all. Which doesn't really seem to be helping to mood of the men. There is a stadium that they have to be at in a few hours, and there seems to be no means of transportation, and more of a problem than that. There seems to be no stadium in sight. They have no clue where they are, or how to get to where they need to be, but this situation has become very normal to them. Nothing new by any means. Dake reaches in his pocket and pulls out his black RAZR. He looks at it and gives a type of "What the fuck?" look. He opens the phone to see there is really no signal whatsoever for him to make any calls. He motions to Creeping Death and Nate Nytro. The two other wrestlers check their phones, and are shocked as well. Dake just sighs and puts his phone away and continues to wait for some bad news.
After another moment or so the bus driver comes back outside. He is the one that now has the look of an employee that doesn’t want to relay bad news to a customer, because he doesn’t want to be the messenger that gets killed. He looks up at the three men.*
Bus Driver: Okay, so here's the situation. Turns out all this got planned when Logan still ran the company. Which, I'm sure isn't surprising. So ... well ... this plan right here in my hand, to have you guys stay at this hotel, well it's not applicable. However, there hasn't been a new plan sent out to anyone, so there's no hotel you can stay at. If you want to stay here you'll have to pay out of your own pockets. The place doesn’t accept credit cards to checks. You have to pay with cash. Here's the good thing though, since this is a big deal, and you guys are pretty well known at this hotel, I mean, the people here all watch WCF stuff, they offered to let you stay here at half-off if you do a welcome party type thing ... I mean ... not a welcome PARTY, but like ... you know, meet and greet, maybe sign some stuff ... I mean, you know ... just say "Hi" to some fans, I mean ... you guys ... don't you do that ... like all the time?
Dake, Creeping Death, and Nate: ...
Bus Driver: Come on guys that's the best they can do. There is nothing more we can do. We're about forty-five minutes away from the stadium. We have to be there at 5. I think there is some time. I mean ... we can get your bag unpacked, because we'll have to stay here while we stay in the city. So what ... we're working Slam in the stadium, and we've got a few house shows that aren't to horribly far away. I talked to Carr ... he said that ... we'll he said that it'd be best to stay here for 3 days. I know I know ... but ... he said that we're not leaving the general area. The only trouble spot is going to be the third day. We'll have about an hour and a half to get to where we need to be, ... but ... it'll be fine, we've done this a few times. Carr said he'll fax us the next travel plan at the arena, but ... it won't go in effect until a few days. So we'll have to make due. He apologized. ... if that means anything.
*The three men nod, as in a kind of way where it's pretty obvious they are not happy, but they know getting really pissed off is not going to help the situation. Getting angry never really does. So they three men enter the lobby and walk up to the reception desk. The man behind the reception desk is obviously a fan of these guys, as he becomes very business like and proper as the three enter. The man stands up straight and greets them all individually. He then smiles at them. Waiting for the approval. The wrestlers nod, knowing what he is doing. The man beams. There are some people staying at the hotel that have made their way to the bar. They look back to see what the "noise and talk" is about. Of course there's no real noise or talk, but there is an obvious break from normal routine. The man at the reception desk never greets anyone like that. The people at the bar are slightly shocked to see the WCF Wrestlers. Obviously they are slightly fans. The man at the reception desk starts to try and speak with the three men, but he has to try a couple of times. He's nervous*
Man: Alright, I'm sorry about the troubles. However ... uhh ... we will be willing to give you each fifty percent off on your stay. Three days is it?
Dake: Sounds about right. How much?
Man: One-hundred dollars each.
Nate: For th...
Dake: *cutting Nate off* Sounds good.
*Nate looks at Dake, and Dake just gives Nate a little nod, giving off a kind of "come on just do it" look. Nate pays along with Dake and Creeping Death. They get their recpeits. They starts to walk out of the door. The man stops them.*
Man: GUYS! ENJOY YOUR STAY HERE!
*The man smiles like a fool, and the three wrestlers just nod to him. They walk outside and over to the bus. The bus driver opens up the cargo area of the bus and the wrestlers take their bags out. Each man has three bags. One for gear, that one is clearly marked. The other two are for clothes. Dake uses one for clothes that are dirty, and dirty on the road is different than normal dirty, dirty on the road means that if you were to wear those clothes in public, you'd get odd looks because of the smell. The bus driver comes out and hands the men their keys. They each have separate rooms. All of them are on the second floor. So they make their way to some stairs. When they get to the concrete steps they start to drag their bags up the stairs, and anyone who has drug bags up stairs knows it is never fun to do so. The men make it up there, and walk a decent length to their rooms. They use their keys, and the term keys, means keys, not cards, keys, to open their rooms. The rooms have the stale smell of old cigarettes. Every room is okay to smoke in. Which was pretty obvious. It comes as a surprise to Creeping Death and Nate, but Dake told them that he noticed it before hand, and thought they had as well. The three aren't very happy about this, but they know there is nothing they can do. Dake walks into his room and closes the door. Inside the theme of sailor life continues. Sea shells decorate things here and there. The room has a type of sea weed green wall paper that has dark green stripes breaking it up. There is a water bed for Dake to sleep on. He eyes the water bed with a look of dissatisfaction, knowing that the water bed will mess up his back. He shakes his head. There is a mermaid reading light next to the bed. Dake looks at it, and smiles. Thinking to himself how juvenile the concept is. However, it's humorous none-the-less. Dake makes his way to the other side of the bed and deposits his bags. He then walks into the bathroom. He looks around. The light is slightly green in there. Still that type of pale seaweed green. He is just glad everything seems to work and is happy that there is no surprise mess or anything of the such. There is a small TV supported by a shelf on the wall on the upper left hand corner of the room. It isn't very big at all, but it's has "Fr e HBO." So that makes it okay. Dake sits one the edge of the water bed, where the wood incases the actual water bed.*
(The boys in The New Dynasty have been getting used to messed up traveling plans, and bad hotels for a while now. The traveling hasn't been much of a worry to Dake personally. There have been other things that he plans on addressing that have been a bigger problem to him. This is just one of those annoyances that happens along the way. There is no where around here to train at. There is no gym. There is no place to rent a car. They have to take the bus. The only palce to eat is that little restraunt place that smells like hell. The only thing really getting on Dake's nerves the stale smell in the hotel room. It's not like he hasn't had to go through that before though. Dake has never really been one to bitch or moan about things, but this isn't the nicest thing that ever happened to him. It's not the most unpleasant either. So all in all everything is just slightly annoying. Dake has been in places worse than this, and that is really hard to imagine, but of course there were times where, and most likely every wrestler has done this, Dake has had to sleep in his car. There have been times where Dake slept on a bench of a park, because that's all he had. It's part of being a wrestler. Nate and Creeping Death have been there too. It's just something. However, it's the idea that all of this is supposed to stop once you hit the big time. There is supposed to be a time where everything is nice, there is no more of this sleeping in cars and trash hotels. That's the biggest thing here. Dake is in a promotion that has a name and that makes a lot of money every year. However, he finds himself stuck here. Of course Dake can see the fact that, in the end, a bed is a bed and that no matter what, he gets to sleep. The only thing to do in Dake's mind, is to go over the big match that is coming up, because that is the most important thing right now. Not worrying about if you have a place to stay, or how nice it is, the idea is to worry about your job and the fact that this match will mark Dake's first in-ring action in over half a year. Which is a decently long time.
Dake does have a pretty decent history in return matches though. He hasn't lost his first match back in a promotion since he's been wrestling. Note the fact that it is, since he's been back, as in returning to a promotion. He's lost his first match in a promotion of course. However a return match has always seen him coming up on top. It's the big thing to prepare for. Of course there is the concept of the War match. But in the War match there's not a loser really, there's only a winner. The idea of a winner without a loser seems odd, but there isn't a loser in the war match. Or maybe just the rest of the roster loses. However, it makes more sense to think that there is just a winner, because it's as simple as picking your name out of a hat. At least that's what Dake thinks. Dake isn't really excited to know that he has to come back in a battle royal, when he knows that in fact Torture is just fine and still in the business. After a match like Torture had against Reckless Jack, Dake thinks he would take some time off too. Even if no one really thought it was needed. Torture has his reasons, but there is no reason for a replacement match. However this is a good way to get a good feel about how good the Team of Trechery actually is. Dake hasn't been impressed by most of the members in the ToT. To say the least. However, there are a few that seem to have some talent. Jack of Blades, although a bit over the top in his gimmick, seems to be a solid wrestler. Dake seems to be very impressed by his in ring actions, and is eager to actually face him one-on-one. Dake believes that Jack has a lot of solid foundation that a real person needs to be built on. Dake feels that most new comers feel there is a need to establish a gimmick when you first enter a promotion. A concept that in true, however, the ideas that have been pitched since WCF reopened have been over the top. Dake feels that he may have to teach.
Of course Dake is not a great teacher. Dake's a pretty impatient person. Another member of ToT that has really impressed Dake, not with his in-rind skill though, is Lawnmower Jones. Dake is impressed with the guys mind. Dake believes that the man is not crazy as many people think, but rather, a genius. A man who knows what will make people interested, but not in an over the top way. Sure have a "relationship" with a lawnmower is over the top, but it is just crazy enough to acutally work. It seems like something you would see on a daytime talk show. Rather than something that you would read about someone going to jail for. Being a trader on the slave market and such. The "relationship" with a lawnmower is good fun. Nothing more, and that makes Dake happy. To know that someone can acutally come up with a gimmick that is just for some laughs. Not something so serious. Not something like being a dark force or being slightly evil or insane. LJ is a different insane. He's family entertainment insane. He'd be good for a kids show or something like that almost. The character that is made to teach kids that, even though some people are different, and like "lawnmowers" instead of the normal "people" that, Mr. Jones liking lawnmowers is just fine. Because that's what makes him ... him in a sense. Dake has honestly thought about pitching the idea to Nickelodeon. To see if maybe they would hop on the potential for the show to teach equality. The character of LJ is perfect for that. Dake thinks LJ makes the real personality of ToT while he lacks a step or two in the ring. However, Ace, JJ Biggs, and Shaun Sexton make up for that step. Sexton has already been TV Champ, and of course the other two are very talented as well. However they lack a real appeal, which makes them perfect to go with in ToT as the counterpart to LJ. Because in Dake's mind, Lawnmower Jones has the most character out of any WCF Superstar at the moment.
After a moment or two of the hotel sinking into ones memory, a WCF Tour Bus pulls up. Only this bus is obviously smaller than a normal tour bus. In fact the paint job on the bus looks rather recent and almost ... off ... however, it none-the-less is a WCF Tour Bus. It begins to pull into the hotel parking lot ... only it stops. The driver is obviously confused how he is going to do this, as the bus has no real momentum going because of the turn in the parking lot, but there is a large uphill slope that is the entrance to the hotel. Therefore leaving the bus there stalling. After a moment the rhythmic beeps of a large vehicle backing up can be heard, and the bus starts to make it's way backwards. It backs up out of the shot. After a moment the beeps stop, and you can hear the bus starting up with more speed this time. It takes the turn a be sharper and with more speed. It starts to go up the hill. Halfway everything seems to be fine, however, after the halfway point things start to get tricky. The bus slows down a lot and starts just hardly chugging along to try and make it to the top. The bus is obviously struggling to make it to the top. You can hear the engine almost screaming. It's similar to when you are running drills in a practice. Your coach might tell you to run, and for a while you seem to be doing fine, but then you hit that point. The point where you start to feel your muscles becoming a bit warm. Then after a few more moments, you are wondering if you can actually make it the rest of the way that the coach wants you to run. It seems almost impossible, your legs are burning, you think you might not be getting enough oxygen. You can feel everything in your body ripping and pulling for you to make it the rest of the way. Every bit of your spirit goes into trying to make it to the end of the drill. You keep pushing with all you have, your mind screaming in pain, you face showing the pain that you feel. You eyes bulging. You see the end of the line, and you fight through everything, and then ... it's over. You've made it. Same with the bus. It makes it up the hill, and the rolls along, slowly, trying to catch it's breath almost. Just like you do when you finish the drill. You simply walk, and think and try to breath in a steady rhythm once more.
The bus continues to roll around, until it reaches the front of the hotel where the "lobby" is. The lobby is nothing more than an open area really, inside of course, where there is a small lounge to sit and watch a small TV that most likely does not have cable, even though the sign out front says, "Fr e HBO." The chairs and couches in the lounge area are slightly a bit brighter than the pale green that everything is outside. The chair and couches obviously have horrible stains on them from people eating on them, and ... possibly other things, who knows. There is a small bar on the opposite side of the reception desk. It is small but there is another TV up in the right hand corner, and there are a wide selection of drinks. They all seem to have a type of "seaman" twist to their names. Such things as "Davey Jone's Whiskey" and other types of strong liquor such as that. This really comes as no surprise. The bar itself has an old fish net draped infront of the nice wood that makes up the bar. There is only room for three stools, however, there are four. Although it is around noon, there is already someone at the bar, ready to take orders, and serve drinks. He won't have to wait long either, as some residents of the hotel usually make their first, and not their last, but their first trip to the bar around noon. Where half stay, and half come back for more later in the night. The reception desk still follows that same type of sailor them. Steering wheels used on boats line the area above the reception desk. The counter has some type of sea shell inspired design. The clock against the far wall is boat with a man fishing. He has a friend. Their lines act as the hands of the clock. It's a rather neat clock. It fits the scene of the entire motel. It only makes sense. Outside the driver of the bus exits the bus. He walks into the lobby. The people behind the reception desk make no real effort to greet him verbally. They simply look at him and give him a type of nod. He acknowledges this, and it's obviously good enough for him. He reaches into a bag that has into his hand. It seems to be paper stating the business that seems to have been previously taken care of. The man behind the reception desk takes the paper.
The man working the reception desk walks back and out of sight. Outside Dake Ken, Nate Nytro, and Creeping Death get out of the bus. The all look tired, and not quite happy. In fact they almost looked saddened. Surprised as well. Almost not expecting this, but at the same time they knew it was coming. A good way to describe their faces are having your hopes dashed. When you were a kid you'd always get your hopes up about this or that, and you were just sure that, something would happen. A good example is when you expect to get a present from Santa Claus, but your parents seem to forget that you wanted this, or they do the thing that's even worse. They buy you something similar, but it's not the thing you wanted. It's something that's so close, but Santa is supposed to get it right, he knows. Having something that is only somewhat correct is not good enough when your are a kid. Of course this is the same situation. Children and adults are of course similar. You can't deny it. Dake, Nate, and Creeping Death obviously weren't expecting this to happen, they were obviously expecting their first stay in a real hotel that was very nice in a long time, they were thinking this would go without a hitch, however, nothing. They are stuck in this dump. Although this isn't the worst hotel they've stayed at by any means. Dake scans the building with his eyes. He looks at it, and turns his head to continues along the roof of the building. The roof is in somewhat bad shape. Although, obviously, it's still there, and that is good enough for him. There are a few tiles missing here and there. They are the old Spanish tiles that you see many houses in Europe. Dake laughs to himself about the fact that a building that is mainly themed with aquatic sailor life has Spanish tiles. Nate and Creeping Death inquire about Dake's laughing and Dake simply points to the roof with it's missing Spanish tiles. The two men also begin to slightly laugh, to brighten their mood. Some smiles never hurt. Dake continues along and sees the handrail that's bent and an hanging over the edge. An obvious health hazard. Dake glances at some of the doors next to him, and sees that there are no "no smoking" signs on any doors. He eyes the doors hard. He also looks at the parking lot with it's asphalt/gravel base.
The man at the reception desk comes back. He looks confused slightly and slightly scared as well. That look when you know you are going to have to tell a customer something they are not going to like. You can just feel the fact that the customer is going to blow up on you even though you are out of control of the situation. It is something that you wish you could do for the customer, not for real customer satisfaction, but just for the sole fact you do not want to put up with any shit. You could care less about how the customer feels, all you want to do is make sure that you get out of the situation injury free, with no scars or anything of the such. The man comes up and hands the piece of paper back to the bus driver. The bus driver looks at the paper, and he begins talking with the man at the reception desk. The bus driver is understanding for the most part. He seems mad about the paper he had rather than the fact that the hotel couldn't do anything with it. The bus driver walks over and picks up the phone on the reception desk. The phone is not a business phone by any means. It's simply a normal telephone. It's not even cordless. It looks about as old as anyone of the wrestlers standing outside. The wrestlers outside are leaning on the bus. Dake has his arms crossed. He has sunglasses on. All men are sweating. It's a hot noon day. There is some shade supplied by large tress that are around, but not much. The area is very secluded. There is nothing around at all. Which doesn't really seem to be helping to mood of the men. There is a stadium that they have to be at in a few hours, and there seems to be no means of transportation, and more of a problem than that. There seems to be no stadium in sight. They have no clue where they are, or how to get to where they need to be, but this situation has become very normal to them. Nothing new by any means. Dake reaches in his pocket and pulls out his black RAZR. He looks at it and gives a type of "What the fuck?" look. He opens the phone to see there is really no signal whatsoever for him to make any calls. He motions to Creeping Death and Nate Nytro. The two other wrestlers check their phones, and are shocked as well. Dake just sighs and puts his phone away and continues to wait for some bad news.
After another moment or so the bus driver comes back outside. He is the one that now has the look of an employee that doesn’t want to relay bad news to a customer, because he doesn’t want to be the messenger that gets killed. He looks up at the three men.*
Bus Driver: Okay, so here's the situation. Turns out all this got planned when Logan still ran the company. Which, I'm sure isn't surprising. So ... well ... this plan right here in my hand, to have you guys stay at this hotel, well it's not applicable. However, there hasn't been a new plan sent out to anyone, so there's no hotel you can stay at. If you want to stay here you'll have to pay out of your own pockets. The place doesn’t accept credit cards to checks. You have to pay with cash. Here's the good thing though, since this is a big deal, and you guys are pretty well known at this hotel, I mean, the people here all watch WCF stuff, they offered to let you stay here at half-off if you do a welcome party type thing ... I mean ... not a welcome PARTY, but like ... you know, meet and greet, maybe sign some stuff ... I mean, you know ... just say "Hi" to some fans, I mean ... you guys ... don't you do that ... like all the time?
Dake, Creeping Death, and Nate: ...
Bus Driver: Come on guys that's the best they can do. There is nothing more we can do. We're about forty-five minutes away from the stadium. We have to be there at 5. I think there is some time. I mean ... we can get your bag unpacked, because we'll have to stay here while we stay in the city. So what ... we're working Slam in the stadium, and we've got a few house shows that aren't to horribly far away. I talked to Carr ... he said that ... we'll he said that it'd be best to stay here for 3 days. I know I know ... but ... he said that we're not leaving the general area. The only trouble spot is going to be the third day. We'll have about an hour and a half to get to where we need to be, ... but ... it'll be fine, we've done this a few times. Carr said he'll fax us the next travel plan at the arena, but ... it won't go in effect until a few days. So we'll have to make due. He apologized. ... if that means anything.
*The three men nod, as in a kind of way where it's pretty obvious they are not happy, but they know getting really pissed off is not going to help the situation. Getting angry never really does. So they three men enter the lobby and walk up to the reception desk. The man behind the reception desk is obviously a fan of these guys, as he becomes very business like and proper as the three enter. The man stands up straight and greets them all individually. He then smiles at them. Waiting for the approval. The wrestlers nod, knowing what he is doing. The man beams. There are some people staying at the hotel that have made their way to the bar. They look back to see what the "noise and talk" is about. Of course there's no real noise or talk, but there is an obvious break from normal routine. The man at the reception desk never greets anyone like that. The people at the bar are slightly shocked to see the WCF Wrestlers. Obviously they are slightly fans. The man at the reception desk starts to try and speak with the three men, but he has to try a couple of times. He's nervous*
Man: Alright, I'm sorry about the troubles. However ... uhh ... we will be willing to give you each fifty percent off on your stay. Three days is it?
Dake: Sounds about right. How much?
Man: One-hundred dollars each.
Nate: For th...
Dake: *cutting Nate off* Sounds good.
*Nate looks at Dake, and Dake just gives Nate a little nod, giving off a kind of "come on just do it" look. Nate pays along with Dake and Creeping Death. They get their recpeits. They starts to walk out of the door. The man stops them.*
Man: GUYS! ENJOY YOUR STAY HERE!
*The man smiles like a fool, and the three wrestlers just nod to him. They walk outside and over to the bus. The bus driver opens up the cargo area of the bus and the wrestlers take their bags out. Each man has three bags. One for gear, that one is clearly marked. The other two are for clothes. Dake uses one for clothes that are dirty, and dirty on the road is different than normal dirty, dirty on the road means that if you were to wear those clothes in public, you'd get odd looks because of the smell. The bus driver comes out and hands the men their keys. They each have separate rooms. All of them are on the second floor. So they make their way to some stairs. When they get to the concrete steps they start to drag their bags up the stairs, and anyone who has drug bags up stairs knows it is never fun to do so. The men make it up there, and walk a decent length to their rooms. They use their keys, and the term keys, means keys, not cards, keys, to open their rooms. The rooms have the stale smell of old cigarettes. Every room is okay to smoke in. Which was pretty obvious. It comes as a surprise to Creeping Death and Nate, but Dake told them that he noticed it before hand, and thought they had as well. The three aren't very happy about this, but they know there is nothing they can do. Dake walks into his room and closes the door. Inside the theme of sailor life continues. Sea shells decorate things here and there. The room has a type of sea weed green wall paper that has dark green stripes breaking it up. There is a water bed for Dake to sleep on. He eyes the water bed with a look of dissatisfaction, knowing that the water bed will mess up his back. He shakes his head. There is a mermaid reading light next to the bed. Dake looks at it, and smiles. Thinking to himself how juvenile the concept is. However, it's humorous none-the-less. Dake makes his way to the other side of the bed and deposits his bags. He then walks into the bathroom. He looks around. The light is slightly green in there. Still that type of pale seaweed green. He is just glad everything seems to work and is happy that there is no surprise mess or anything of the such. There is a small TV supported by a shelf on the wall on the upper left hand corner of the room. It isn't very big at all, but it's has "Fr e HBO." So that makes it okay. Dake sits one the edge of the water bed, where the wood incases the actual water bed.*
(The boys in The New Dynasty have been getting used to messed up traveling plans, and bad hotels for a while now. The traveling hasn't been much of a worry to Dake personally. There have been other things that he plans on addressing that have been a bigger problem to him. This is just one of those annoyances that happens along the way. There is no where around here to train at. There is no gym. There is no place to rent a car. They have to take the bus. The only palce to eat is that little restraunt place that smells like hell. The only thing really getting on Dake's nerves the stale smell in the hotel room. It's not like he hasn't had to go through that before though. Dake has never really been one to bitch or moan about things, but this isn't the nicest thing that ever happened to him. It's not the most unpleasant either. So all in all everything is just slightly annoying. Dake has been in places worse than this, and that is really hard to imagine, but of course there were times where, and most likely every wrestler has done this, Dake has had to sleep in his car. There have been times where Dake slept on a bench of a park, because that's all he had. It's part of being a wrestler. Nate and Creeping Death have been there too. It's just something. However, it's the idea that all of this is supposed to stop once you hit the big time. There is supposed to be a time where everything is nice, there is no more of this sleeping in cars and trash hotels. That's the biggest thing here. Dake is in a promotion that has a name and that makes a lot of money every year. However, he finds himself stuck here. Of course Dake can see the fact that, in the end, a bed is a bed and that no matter what, he gets to sleep. The only thing to do in Dake's mind, is to go over the big match that is coming up, because that is the most important thing right now. Not worrying about if you have a place to stay, or how nice it is, the idea is to worry about your job and the fact that this match will mark Dake's first in-ring action in over half a year. Which is a decently long time.
Dake does have a pretty decent history in return matches though. He hasn't lost his first match back in a promotion since he's been wrestling. Note the fact that it is, since he's been back, as in returning to a promotion. He's lost his first match in a promotion of course. However a return match has always seen him coming up on top. It's the big thing to prepare for. Of course there is the concept of the War match. But in the War match there's not a loser really, there's only a winner. The idea of a winner without a loser seems odd, but there isn't a loser in the war match. Or maybe just the rest of the roster loses. However, it makes more sense to think that there is just a winner, because it's as simple as picking your name out of a hat. At least that's what Dake thinks. Dake isn't really excited to know that he has to come back in a battle royal, when he knows that in fact Torture is just fine and still in the business. After a match like Torture had against Reckless Jack, Dake thinks he would take some time off too. Even if no one really thought it was needed. Torture has his reasons, but there is no reason for a replacement match. However this is a good way to get a good feel about how good the Team of Trechery actually is. Dake hasn't been impressed by most of the members in the ToT. To say the least. However, there are a few that seem to have some talent. Jack of Blades, although a bit over the top in his gimmick, seems to be a solid wrestler. Dake seems to be very impressed by his in ring actions, and is eager to actually face him one-on-one. Dake believes that Jack has a lot of solid foundation that a real person needs to be built on. Dake feels that most new comers feel there is a need to establish a gimmick when you first enter a promotion. A concept that in true, however, the ideas that have been pitched since WCF reopened have been over the top. Dake feels that he may have to teach.
Of course Dake is not a great teacher. Dake's a pretty impatient person. Another member of ToT that has really impressed Dake, not with his in-rind skill though, is Lawnmower Jones. Dake is impressed with the guys mind. Dake believes that the man is not crazy as many people think, but rather, a genius. A man who knows what will make people interested, but not in an over the top way. Sure have a "relationship" with a lawnmower is over the top, but it is just crazy enough to acutally work. It seems like something you would see on a daytime talk show. Rather than something that you would read about someone going to jail for. Being a trader on the slave market and such. The "relationship" with a lawnmower is good fun. Nothing more, and that makes Dake happy. To know that someone can acutally come up with a gimmick that is just for some laughs. Not something so serious. Not something like being a dark force or being slightly evil or insane. LJ is a different insane. He's family entertainment insane. He'd be good for a kids show or something like that almost. The character that is made to teach kids that, even though some people are different, and like "lawnmowers" instead of the normal "people" that, Mr. Jones liking lawnmowers is just fine. Because that's what makes him ... him in a sense. Dake has honestly thought about pitching the idea to Nickelodeon. To see if maybe they would hop on the potential for the show to teach equality. The character of LJ is perfect for that. Dake thinks LJ makes the real personality of ToT while he lacks a step or two in the ring. However, Ace, JJ Biggs, and Shaun Sexton make up for that step. Sexton has already been TV Champ, and of course the other two are very talented as well. However they lack a real appeal, which makes them perfect to go with in ToT as the counterpart to LJ. Because in Dake's mind, Lawnmower Jones has the most character out of any WCF Superstar at the moment.
