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Post by Jack McArthur on Nov 10, 2007 1:22:37 GMT -5
Name: Jack McArthur. Occupation: An entertainer for the people who enjoy the act of violence. Well that was he was once. Jack doesn't not sit around the back stage area anymore, waiting for his match to start. Now he sits at the bench of a dark, quiet bar, deep in the shadows of Chicago. He didn't have enough money to return to his home back in Australia. Semi-lit cigarette sat on the edge of his lips, a mug of booze stood on to of the bench with Jack's hand wrapped around it. His head hung low. Jack looked up at the barkeep.
" Rex....mate, turn that shit of the T.V "
The 6'oclock news was starting, and it was disturbing Jack's peace and quiet. Rex, the bartender, walked up to the television and turned it off. His head dropped back down, after he watched his best mate turn of the T.V. Jack's cigarette dropped to the ground, as he brought his mug to his lips. The refreshing liquid rushed down his dry throat.
" Ahh.........refreshing. "
Jack slammed his drink back down on to the bench. He then looked up at Rex, and began to laugh for no reason.
" You know Rex, l used to be big. I used to be famous. "
Rex smirked at Jack, as he began to clean some of the glasses. Jack's drunk rambles were entertaining for the barkeep.
" Aye, l know Jack. You have told me a thousands times. "
Light became to pour into the dark, little bar. Both Jack and Rex looked up from where the light was coming from. It was from the entrance for the bar. Jack lifted his hand up infront of his eyes. He wasn't use to the natural light. Footsteps began to echo through the bar. The door closed, the natural light disappeared. Jack moved his hand away from his view of who entered the bar. |
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Post by skylerhigh on Nov 10, 2007 2:23:52 GMT -5
Dylan Ryder's unfortunate habit of appearing in a burst of light this time unfortunately revealed him. He cursed quietly and looked around the dark bar. Sitting at the bar itself was a man who looked very close to drunk. Cigarette in hand. Dylan fought off a breif wave of annoyance, he hated smokers. Nevertheless, he had to get to this one before Archer could.
Dylan: I'm looking for Jack McArthur. GCW wrestler?
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Post by Jack McArthur on Nov 10, 2007 2:36:20 GMT -5
Great, another fan looking for an autograph. They come and go, and never get what they are after. Jack hid his face, by using his hair, from the stranger next to him. He then moved is mug across the bench, making a scraping sound. Rex watched Jack, he knew that he was sending signals. Rex walked over, and stood over the stranger.
" Sorry matey, there is no body around this place with that name. Now can l get you a drink? " |
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Post by skylerhigh on Nov 10, 2007 7:45:49 GMT -5
Dylan surveys the man, and instantly detects he is lying. Typical.
Dylan: I already know that you're lying. I know your name is Rex, and the man who's sending you very subtle hints not to reveal his identity is Jack McArthur. At a guess, I'd say that you think I'm some sort of fan. Can a fan do this?
Dylan closes his eyes and changes his appearance. His white clothes turn black, and his hair spikes itself up, also turning blonde. His eyes also change colour from light blue to hazel brown.
Dylan: Don't take me for some incompetent fan. I don't want your autograph, fame doesn't interest me. I'm simply here to warn you.
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Post by Jack McArthur on Nov 10, 2007 8:33:34 GMT -5
A smart one we have here. Jack pulled out another cigarette out of his pocket, and brought it to his lips. The cigarette stood still between his lips, as Jack went fishing for his lighter. He pulled the lighter out of the same pocket as before, and began to light the lighter. He brought up the naked flame from the lighter to the edge of the cigarette. Finally the cigarette was lit, Jack to one great breath. He moved the cigarette away from his mouth, and began to tap it against the bench, as he watch the smoke, escaping his mouth, evaporating into the air. Smash! The glass slipped out of Rex's hands as he watch the man clothes change colors. Jack just sat the, gazing into the air.
" Listen' up kid. I'm no bleeding wrestler anymore. I don't even wrestle anymore. I'm washed up, so l have no clue what your going to tell my to stay away from. You can't get in a worst position then l am in now....... "
Not once did Jack gave to stranger any eye contact. Rex was under the counter, cleaning up the broken glass.
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Post by skylerhigh on Nov 10, 2007 20:08:40 GMT -5
Dylan laughs. The man isn't even aware that he's going to become a part of the GCW.
Dylan: Listen up. Whether you like it or not, you'll be stepping back inside the ring, I guarantee it. But I'm not concerned on your thoughts on that matter. Like I said, I'm here to warn you, and from the sound of things, you need it. A man named Archer is running around trying to make deals with some of the people like yourself who are going to join the GCW. I just need to make sure that you're not going to listen to him. And by the sounds of it, you're not listening to me, so that's a good sign.
Dylan pauses for a minute. Something about this man intrigues him.
Dylan: Listen, what's your story? I just sense something about you.
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Post by Jack McArthur on Nov 10, 2007 20:49:15 GMT -5
GCW? Becoming a wrestler again? And who is this Archer? The words coming out of this strangers mouth were useless to Jack. He didn't take this man serious. This information he was explain to Jack, sounded like it was from some crazy man in a chicken suit, warning the world was going to end. What if he was telling the truth? Maybe Jack would get a second chance in the ring. He did change the colors of his cloths with out moving from his stool. Jack mind was in a knot. He didn't know to believe the stranger, or just let his information float through his mind for a few seconds.
" Sorry kid, but what you tell me sounds like a bunch of bullshit. Me steppin' back into the ring.....it all sounds like a joke. No shelia,no person, not even some monster or alien thing could ever hire me again. "
Jack took another sip of his drink before continue. The freshness of the booze runs down the back of his throat. He slammed his drink back down on the bench, and wipes his mouth with his left arm.
" My past? It's none of your business, mate. "
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Post by skylerhigh on Nov 10, 2007 21:50:40 GMT -5
Dylan sighs. One of those types. Regardless, he knew what would happen if he tried to keep this up for too long.
Dylan: So be it. You'll eventually realise I'm right. When you do, come talk to me in the locker room.
And in a flash of light, Dylan disappears into thin air. When the light fades, no-one is there.
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Post by Jack McArthur on Nov 10, 2007 23:45:47 GMT -5
"......Did you just see what l saw...."
" What did you see mate? "
"...He..Vanished into thin air.."
" Rex, l think you have a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock. "
Jack began to laugh, yet he also saw the stranger disappear from that spot next to him. He wanted his mate to forget what happen, or he might turn up on one of those loony channels where people believe they saw aliens. Jack's eyes stared into his drink, thinking. Who is Archer?
" Jack, then where did the light came from. "
" Rex, mate he left out the door. Thats where the light came from. Now can you get me a Darwin stubbie'? "
"....Yea, sure "
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