Hangover Highway (O2A)

[joemattingway]

Walking down the cold late fall-early winter streets of Chicago that Joe had now known a little too personal since he first began on moving to Chicago. It was a lot different than what he had left home in Boston; windier, colder, and the scenery and sightseeing was like a new adventure to Joe. But he could admit it from his observations; it was a lot better than Boston. Or maybe he just thought that because of what Boston meant to him. He could never go back there. What he thought were his friends had turned the other way into enemies and what little peace and comfort he once had there with his good life and upbringings had soon vanished in what seemed like less than a day. One day you go about life like you always have for the past 10 years, then the next day you find yourself staring down the face of death with everyone against you and your on your way out of the city you once called home. That's how Joe had become the way he is. #1 in his mind, because when your vulnerable, you're gone, as Joe had found out the hard way. These images were becoming less and less vivid as his days in Chicago had grown and grown. The most he could do was forget about it,.......for now.

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Joe had just left the gym were he had been doing arm curls with what energy and ability he had left from the day he was currently facing. It seemed as if his hangover from the bar the prior night had grown worse and worse as the day strolled along. It was a mystery to Joe why he hadn't thought about staying in bed for most of the day, as he had not known of anything that he had to do at all today. He decided to go about the day as normal, for he would have felt like a joke to be in bed all day. The only thing keeping him up was his curiosity about a wrestling promotion that is soon opening. He had already notified the people and the people's people in order for him to sign up, as he had taken control of all of that in his first days of Chicago.

Lit cigarette (Kamel Reds) in his mouth, which had become an automatic for the man that had become so fond of Joe, which was Joe himself. Walking down the street with his head down and hands in his suit pockets, suffering from his hangover, where was Joe to go? It seemed like he had nothing left in his life except for himself, his persona, and the city of Chicago as a background. Still having to meet someone, which was not a big deal to Joe, as he had been going on like this for a couple of weeks and was no rookie to loneliness, or being traded on.

The images of what he would call the "Boston Massacre" were coming back to him, fast. No, now is not the time to think about that again. Get 'em out, get 'em out. New subject.

Should he go back to his apartment and sleep another day off? Seems good.

Joe continued on walking...

[Christina Gruber]

Verdammte Freaks. (Damn freaks.)

The woman known to the wrestling world as Seraphina is thinking as she walks down the streets of Chicago. Seraphina was of course not her real name … it is more like a nickname a fellow wrestler gave her … as some sort of insult. Reason for that might be the short … but still very intensive rivalry she had with this woman. A woman who could be considered as a black and female Shawn Michaels. No skills … big mouth and more luck as brain. Well … that is just typical for this girlfriends of some drug selling murderers … Anyway … the name Seraphina goes back to a guy who called himself Seraphim … some sort of asshole who has worked in NY before he got himself fired and has disappeared without leaving a trace behind him. But that was him … Christina is still here and she is better then ever. The only thing she need to do is to prove it … not only to the soon to be fellow wrestlers who might get hired for GCW … no also to the wrestling fans and of course to herself. Which is the most important thing after all … to know your skills … and get all the hard work back, by a successful carrier.

But as it looks like she might be one the way to that goal in the near future anyway … but this is the here and now and not the future … and yet … at this current time Christina has other … different things to care about. Right now she is really pissed off. Pissed off of two little freaks who have destroyed her nice little shopping day. I mean … come on who wouldn’t be angry when somebody pukes over the panties you wanted to buy in an lingerie shop? That would make everybody angry … its simple a mood killer and so … Christina did the only thing that seams to be logical in a situation like that … she left the shopping centre and has started to walk down the streets of Chicago to clear her mind. Walking around and thinking about life … business … love … and a lot of different things … seams to be Christina’s newest hobby as it appears that since her arrival in this city her walks have increased in numbers.

On the other side … the sandwich … that the shop has to offer looks really delicious. One of many fast food shops that are located in the city. Christie takes a quick look around and then she walks in the shop to buy herself one of this sandwiches. She has already bite of the first part of the sandwich as she was only half way through the door. The sandwich taste as good as it looks and a happy smile appears on the face of the big woman. She has already starving a bit … but now everything is fine … and she continue to walk down the streets of Chicago while eating her sandwich.

[phoenix]

There was not a lot cars that passed on that street. It was rather calm for now and snowflakes were falling here and there. Not a big deal. It was only beautiful. It wasn't very cold outside too. There was no wind. The streets of Chicago, for now, were just quiet, and that was a good thing for Nova. It was revealed to him that Vayne Valentine was his true name, but that during his past, he was called Nova. He didn't remember a lot about his past. One woman who he saved a few nights ago called him Nova, and told him she was a fan during her childhood and when she was a teen.

So maybe the story so this Dark-Hero was real. Nova, the cleaner of Chicago. The Golden Guardian. He remembered that name from the past, but he couldn't remember why, nor what it meant since there was only very few parts on his costume that were in gold. Seraphina and Joe weren't the only one to think about many things during that night. Reflection about the search for his past was that Nova was doing. Near apartments entrances, he was there, sitting on a big garbage container. He wore his black long coat. The eyes behind his mask noticed them...

Them... A woman walking down the street on his left, and a man walking down the street on his right. Both would probably pass right in front of him. Damn, that woman looked to be very tall...

''...''

He didn't move.

[phoenix]

Eventually, the two individuals would get to meet in front of Nova.

He stood his ground.

[joemattingway]

Joe had crossed the street greeted by gusty winds. Once he made it to the second curb, he looked up from his depressed state with the lit cigarette in his mouth and saw 2 pedestrians approaching him. One was a very tall lady eating a sandwhich, which Joe didn't want to make out as a lesbian, and the other was a man with a half-mask and a long trenchcoat, seeming to look like a superhero. What was this? The fucking circus? There weren't a lot of other people hurdled around that particular corner to see what he was seeing. Joe wanted to take care of this ludicrous as he acted fast and began to walk in between the two ackward people and silently mumbled:

"What is this? A freak show?"

..and continued on walking slowly.