Devils Never Cry (o2a)

[Christian Pryce]

Its a cold rainy and windy () evening with people rushing for shelter in the big streets of Chicago. all but one man, a lone man in a dark Red leather jacket is walking the other way though. people would part for him in a desperate attempt not to see his face or go near him. suddenly he stops and looks up at a sign for GCW season 2. it was hanging from a large building, he man looked up at and sneered while placing his thumb on his nose. he pulls his arm down and walks on for a few moments.

the man then walks into a small pub at the end of the street. it was dark dingy and rough. either this man was looking for a fight or just didn't know where he was. he sat down on a stool in front of the bar. and bowed his head down while asking for a Pepsi. he kept his head down. the Pepsi arrives and the man snatches it and drinks it. he puts the glass down hard spilling a tiny bit.

OI

The man looks up to find a stocky guy, obviously looking o pick a fight with the young man at the bar.

you gonna say sorry for spilling coke on my shoe?

The man without looking up replies.

Its Pepsi Dick

What did you say? cause if its what it sounded like then I'm gonna forget you said it and give you another chance comprende.

The Man does not look up yet. he still looking down. it seems this big man does not scare him.

i said its Pepsi dick. do you want me to say it again or are you actually going turn up those hearing aids for once?

the big man balls up his fist and lunges at the man. the young man kicks the front of the bar forcing him and his chair violently back wards. the big man falls flat on his face. the young man then flips forward giving the big man an Arabian facebuster. the big man lies here un-moving. the young man gets up fast and then yells.

so then which one of you windy ladies want the next dance. cause me I'm wearing my dancing shoes and i want to show you all how my cha cha looks!!!

The man turns around walking into somebody. the man balls his fist up.

So Is Christian Pryce really resorting to bar room brawls to get a good fight?

the voice sounded familiar to Pryce. but he didn't care he wanted a brawl. he looked up and noticed it was.....

[turbo]

Nothing more than an what looked to be an average bum. The fire that burns in the eyes beneath his thick, unmanaged brow put that first impression to rest to the seeking eye. He takes a quick shot in front of him, before setting the glass down, and sliding it a few inches away from him; he then rests forward on folded arms, looking up at the TV, the commotion of the area seemingly quieted down. "It's a sad day when somebody who fights for a living gets so antsy, they're looking for a first come, first serve basis."

He looks over at the angered young man, noting his potential for boiling rage. "That's not only going to get you killed in the real life..." he said, motioning with his half empty beer mug that he'd like some more Labatts, before taking a drink out of it... "But in my experiences... it will only mean you'll lose. More, and faster."

He motioned to the empty stool next to him. Best thing about the look he had, was, that not only was he nearly unrecognizable outside of his voice, stocky frame and eyes, was that people hardly wanted to sit next to a bum. They must fear the potential for a smell, even though he'd taken his shower from his hotel room before venturing out into the wind.

[Christian Pryce]

Pryce let out a sneer. a bum, and Pryce recognized him slightly. now that was embarrassing for him. well there was no harm in sitting next to the man. though he stayed vigilant he relaxed a bit. he moved the stool back a bit and put his feet up on the bar. people just let him put his feet up. Pryce looked over to this bum. he laughed.

so where have you been hiding then? i recognize you which must mean your somebody. now i am not one of these nosy idiots, so i don't care to ask who you are. but i do intent to ask your intentions. so what are you doing here in Chicago?

Pryce was expecting a similar answer to why he was here. for a good fight and some money. and hopefully a shower cause he really needed one. but it was a strange thing for Pryce. competitors can usually tell each other a part. but Pryce had a gut feeling about this man. and he didn't seem to be telling much about himself. not that Pryce wanted to know. he really didn't care who he was. Pryce was more interested whether this man would be in his way to the top.

[turbo]

"Same as everybody." He said, taking the next shot, before staring a bit at the outstretched legs, pondering the amusement factor that tipping the stool completely over on his way out would bring. "Roof over my head, and a quick buck for a bunch of people that will forget about you the moment that you're out of the business. Been one year, and my name that had been on the tip of everybody's tongue, is absolutely forgotten. Keep that in mind, during your little egotistical tirade that you're intending to go on."

He laughed, before leaning towards him. "I've seen things, kid. I've seen the broken down living of the wrestlers of yester-year. We're not all Hulk Hogan. In fact, even he is soon to be begging for money following the poor life-choices he's made. The same as all of us.

So, go ahead. Burn your bridges now, be the punk piece of shit that you walked in here, masked to be. Think you'll have it all, while each and every bit of your personal life deteriorates, leading to a rest of your life in shambles. Not all of us are given second chances, or the surreal look into what life is to become.

You ask me my intentions, they're this. Avoid that. Make what I need to avoid that, then get out before injuries and a broken body force me out again. Before I force myself into the forgotten land to heal in peace, to observe, and to wish I was right there once again. If I have to step on your toes, the Avenger's toes, Cal Crossfire's toes, or anybody's in between, to get the top prize, the top check, and be more than ready to call it a day? I'll tell you this. You'd best hit me a hell of a lot harder than I'll hit you.

I've been at the top, been to the main dance, even held World gold for an entire year... a federation's entire lifespan. I know exactly how it is done, and I'll tell you this. You'd better have adapted, instead of being some hotshot flash in the pan that needs to smack around the simpletons for a good time and a momentarily bigger dick."

["Big Daddy" Briggz]

~Just then a guy walked in wearing, a pure white jacket. It looked expensive, and it was it cost about 750 dollars, but this was only the second time he has worn it.~

~He walked over to the bar, and sat down. Looking over, and seeing Pryce, and another guy that looked familiar. He decided not to bother them at this moment it time, he asked for a Bud Light. After he got it he sat down, and drank his beer.~

[turbo]

"I see the gears turning in your mind, Christian. Could it be that my words have struck a chord? Or are you trying to think of a way to do to me what you did to the oaf they've finished carrying out of here?" He asked him, almost through a sneer. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet, slapping a pair of twenties on the bar, far more than enough to cover his expenses. "I believe that my purpose here is done, besides..."

He looked over, to the one who'd just received a beer. Sipping on it and seemingly watching the two of them. Maybe trying to eyeball him, although this man had never been in the same promotion as the two of them. Briggz. Triumphantly coming back from injury if he remembers correctly. "...Looks like someone you're probably a lot more familiar with than playing the mental name game with me just showed up. Catch up, or hell, play stupid again, whip it out and try to make it grow. Just remember, you're always going to have someone like me that will dissect you, and turn this little attitude of yours into the worst career decision ever.

I bid you adieu..." He said, bowing his head and pulling the hood of his Carhart over his head. As he leaves the bar, he slips his thick gloves over his hands, the wind whipping his beard away from his face. Reaching into his pocket, while walking down the road, he pulls out a cell phone. "Yeah, it's John," he says, turning down into an alley way, disappearing from the sight and vicinity of the bar, "Come pick me up. I think it's high time we start finalizing my arrangements in GCW."

[Christian Pryce]

Pryce had spent the entire time watching this man. he didn't reply due to the nature of his unusualness and the fact that his words were ringing in his ears. it then hit Pryce like a ton of bricks. no could it? there is no way, he is not around anymore. this is impossible. Pryce watched the man walk away now wishing he had actually been a bit nicer to the guy. Pryce then looked around and saw Briggz he didn't care so much for the guy despite the fact he had saved his life once. he shouted after the man.

Hey, i know who you are. and now that i do, consider you number one on my priority list mate.

Pryce then turned to Briggz.

What are you looking at? watching me from back there wheres your testicular fortitude to come over, i promise i wont hurt you.

(Turbo Negro - Sorry i didn't reply Ive been kinda sidetracked recently and have had no time this week.)

["Big Daddy" Briggz]

~Briggz stood up after hearing, Pryce. Briggz turned with a menacing stare. An with a plain, and ordinary voice sounding almost like a perfect family from the Twilight Zone.~

Hello, Christian Pryce.

~Briggz step towards Pryce like he was going to hit him. He cocked his fist back, and began laughing.~

Nah, let me stop. How have you been?

~Briggz returned his face back to normal.~

I got bored. An I saw you standing there, and decided to clown with you.

~Briggz extended his hand, for a handshake.~

[Christian Pryce]

Pryce shakes his hand. though the look on his face was of more confusion than anything else. why was briggz shaking his hand?

its interesting to see you. not good, not bad but interesting. now of course there is something new about you but i cant put my finger on it. new hairstyle? no gotta be something else? so come on fess up. why are you different?

["Big Daddy" Briggz]

~Briggz with a look of confusion.~

What do you mean? I feel great I don't feel angry anymore, I feel at peace. I feel I can make a impact as you know I was in a terrible car wreck?

[Christian Pryce]

Pryce smiles and flicks his nose.

Yeah really!? well if you think your going to make an impression over me then your wrong. its destiny that i am here, its destiny thats going to get me the Continental Championship. i am the Hero of Destiny. the Destiny Hero of GCW. and nobody not you, not that guy not even Shia Storm can stop Destiny

[James Hunter]

James who had just entered the building, He needed to escape the weather and this was just the place he liked a bar no less. Noticing Pryce a man who he has had many run ins with but considers him a friend..... sort of. The other guy Briggz, James has never actually spoken to him before. Heading to the bar and ordering a straight JD, He sits on a stool with his back facing pryce he then speaks


Good luck to you Pryce, You'll need it when and if you face Shia, Its a long road ahead many obstacles you will have to overcome, Friends are now considered emenies when it comes down to Continental Championship, Its the same in every promotion, You may think some one will have your back but it'll only be a matter of time before they turn on you and stab you in the back, Trust me im speaking from experience here.

James takes a drink from his jd awaiting a reply

["Big Daddy" Briggz]

James not to be rude, but thats not true. If you can find a true friend. A person that will stick close to you through thick, and thin. That is someone you can trust.

~Briggz turns to Pryce.~

Yeah, I do believe in destiny. An I believe it is destiny that I am here also. I believe in destiny. An Pryce you will find out soon enough what I mean.

~Briggz smiles.~

[zackattack]

Zack Attack walk in the room and does his signature taunt (John Morrision on 08) He looked around and noding his head in approval. He gave up the pornstar persona and the sex talk. He was Zack Attack baby!! Zack made his introduction.

Helllllllo!! This is Zaaaaaaaack Attack in the place to be baby!! I'm the pornstar, moviestar and of course wrestling star. dare i say again. Zack Attack!! Now ladies you all go warm yourselves at the table over there I got a couple of people I want to talk to. A shalleelowa.

Zack walks over to the bar where Briggs and his worst of all Pryce.

Pryce tag. Go and get me a drink I'm perched.
























































I'm just playing! Yo Briggs I heard of ya never talked to ya but I would like to meet ya. WUTS UP!!!!

Zack looks at hunter

You.

["Big Daddy" Briggz]

~Briggz laughs, then smiles.~

Zack, I know you, better yet I know the story you and Pryce have.

~Briggz smiles.~

But how are you?