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Jimi Sinister
Guest
(Our scene opens inside a small arena for a house show of some indy fed. From the corner, we see "Hellfighter" Michael P. Shutt, making his way through the crowd, carrying a bag of popcorn and a soda in his hands, trying to make his way through the massive crowd, which is pretty big for a house show. Hellfighter makes a right turn, passing a T-shirts stand, to come to Section 212. Hellfighter takes out his ticket and confirms it.)
Hellfighter: Yeah, this seems to be where I'm sitting...seat 13.
(Hellfighter goes down the stairs, heading towards the first three rows of the massive sea of seats. Hellfighter makes a sigh of relief as he sees the ring, surrounded by the crew members, plugging in cords and wires all around. It's nice to be able to sit back and relax, and enjoy a show instead of always having to participate in them, Hellfighter thinks to himself. Hellfighter takes a few last steps, and finds his seat. His face brightens up with a sense of "eureka, I've found it." Hellfighter takes a seat in his comfy front row seat, putting his soda in the cupholder and popcorn in his lap. Hellfighter takes a look at his surroundings. The ring is smaller than a normal GXW ring, with royal blue ropes and a red ring apron. There's a narrow ramp/aisle for the wreslters to walk through, and even a few cameras posted here and there. The only thing it's really missing is an announcer's table. Hellfighter lays back and prepares to enjoy the show, as fans still keep entering the house. Moments pass, and Hellfighter twiddles his thumbs to keep himself amused, and without much warning, the lights in the building go off. Hellfighter shrugs, thinking it's time for the show to begin.)
Voice Of Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE WELCOME YOU TO ANOTHER NIGHT OF ULTRA MEGA WRESTLING ACTION! LET'S GET THIS SHOW S-S-S-STARTEEEEEEEED!
(Hellfighter sips his soda. Suddenly, he feels a light hand come onto his shoulder.)
Voice Of A Woman: Excuse me, but is this seat taken?
(Hellfighter turns around to answer the woman.)
Hellfighter: No, not at a-
(Hellfighter's face looks like he had just seen a ghost. His eyes lock with the woman's. Those eyes of hers, those blue eyes, and the long blonde hair that curled at the end, and those crimson lips that always seemed in a smile...in a hundred years, Hellfighter never thought he would see that face again...)
Hellfighter: Hi.....
Woman: Well, if God doesn't have a sense of humor...
Hellfighter:....
(Hellfighter finds himself speechless. The woman sits down next to him, crossing her legs, and smiling. Hellfighter takes a deep breath and finally gets a word out.)
Hellfighter: Nikki?
Nikki Rox: Of all the people...well, I guess this IS a small world. Hello Michael.
(Nikki smiles at Hellfighter. Hellfighter can't do much but just stare at her in disbelief. Of all the indy house shows, he happens to be at the one where she's sitting in the front row. More or less, a loss for words, Hellfighter tries to snap into a conversation.)
Hellfighter: What are you doing here?
Nikki Rox: I work here.
(Hellfighter gives a confused look.)
Nikki Rox: I'm a valet. He and I have been wrestling for this little league ever since we left GXW. God, it's good to see you.
Hellfighter: Y-y-yeah. I'm just surprised to see you, that's all.
(Nikki smiles at him. Hellfighter manages to smile back.)
Nikki Rox: How's the road been treating you?
Hellfighter: Fairly well, I could say. I've had my moments.
Nikki Rox: That's good.
Hellfighter: Why'd you and Jimi leave?
Nikki Rox: Well, Jimi and Ozzy never really get "back into the game" after they lost the TV Tag Belts...those belts meant a lot to them. They just kinda drifted away. Me and Jimi decided to keep touring, but Ozzy...
(Nikki's smile dissappears for a second, obviously acknowledging the disaster that happened with Ozzy. Hellfighter takes his arm and places it on Nikki's shoulder, something that makes him begin to tremble. Nikki begins to smile a little bit.)
Hellfighter: I'm sorry.
Nikki Rox: It's alright. I'm okay. We pray that maybe with time he MIGHT get better... So, what brings you out here?
Hellfighter: Just coming to see the show. Sometimes it's nice to just sit back and watch other people wrestle. By the way, who do you manage?
(Before Nikki can respond, the ring announcer, bearing a tuxedo, takes center stage in the middle of the ring. All eyes turn to him and the wrestler already in the ring. The wrestler is a big man in green and black tights and boots, with a goatee and long, black curly hair which dangles in a ponytail.)
Ring Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO OUR OPENING BOUT IN THE UMW SHOW! First, to my left, hailing from Boston, Massachussets, weighing at 231 pounds, GENOCIDE!
(Genocide raises his arms and strikes a pose, only to be booed by the fans. Genocide turns to the audience, and gives them a one-finger salute of his own before bouncing off the ropes to prepare for his match.)
Ring Announcer: AND HIS OPPONENT...FROM PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, WEIGHING AT 234 POUNDS...
(All fans turn their eyes to the rampway as "Heavy Metal" by Sammy Hagar blares over the primitive sound system. A large pop can be heard throughout the arena as a man approaches down the aisle. The man, with long curly blonde hair, an Alice In Chains shirt, ripped up jean shorts, and a stuffed animal in his right hand, waves to the crowd and tries to get them going as he makes his way down the ring. He brings up his left hand, which carries a title belt of some sort.)
Ring Announcer: THE ULTRA MEGA WRESTLING AMERICAN CHAMPION, JIMI SINISTER!
(Hellfighter's draw drops as Jimi jumps onto the apron. Jimi goes to the top rope, flexing his "muscles" for the audience as Genocide prowls behind him. Jimi jumps into the ring, and shakes the ropes himself as the two face each other before the referee.)
Hellfighter: THAT'S JIMI?
Nikki Rox: Yeah.
Hellfighter: Wow, he's changed. The hair's blonde, he seems a bit more in shape, and Jimi never would have entered the ring like that. He'd have just slid in there and attacked that Genocide guy.
Nikki Rox: I know, touring on the indy circuit has done much to change Jimi.
Hellfighter: What's with the stuffed bear?
Nikki Rox: That's Jimi's "other" manager, Furry Brown Dude. Jimi keeps him in the corners during his matches and talks to him.
Hellfighter: I do hope that's just a gimmick.
Nikki Rox: I think it is, but sometimes I'm not even sure.
Hellfighter: Why aren't you out with him?
Nikki Rox: Well, see that guy Genocide? He's had a history of attacking valets, especially women. Jimi wanted me to stay out here so I wouldn't be that much of a target.
Hellfighter: Well, if that Genocide guy comes near you, he'll have to deal with me.
Nikki Rox: Thanks Michael. I'm glad you came.
Hellfighter: So'm I, so'm I.
Nikki Rox: We have A LOT of catching up to do you later, you know that right?
Hellfighter: I'm aware of that...
Nikki Rox: Good.
(Hellfighter forces a laugh as Nikki sits back, getting ready to watch the match. Hellfighter does the same, though his eyes can't stay off of Nikki. The sheer surprise of it all is just mind boggling. The bell rings in the distance, as Hellfighter and Nikki just sit back together, and watch the match.)
TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
(Jimi finds himself, again, in the corner of the ring. For twenty minutes he and Genocide have pounded the tar out of each other. Jimi now finds himself bleeding and sweaty in the corner. Jimi leans in the corner, watching Genocide come towards him. With no where else to turn, Jimi turns to his manager and partner, FBD. The stuffed bear looks on as Jimi pantingly asks for his advice.)
Jimi Sinister: Okay...a big hulking gorilla wants to kick the crap out of me...what do I do? Uh-huh, uh-huh, ahhh, good idea.
(Jimi nods to FBD and winks as he gets up, barely. Before he can get to his feet, Genocide grabs him with his massive hand, clutching Jimi by the shirt with his mighty fist. Genocide pushes Jimi up against the corner, as the ref begins the five count.)
Genocide: Your stuffed animal can't help you now. Now, your going down.
Jimi Sinister: YES, FBD, I DO AGREE! THOSE ARE THE BIGGEST BOOBS I'VE EVER SEEN ON A MAN! It's a wonder that you haven't passed out from heat exhaustion!
(The sudden change of mood distracts Genocide for a second...but only for a second. Before Jimi even knows what hit him, Genocide throws Jimi across the ring. Jimi hits the ring hard on his back, and rolls around, breathless and dizzy. Genocide bounces off the ropes, and drops Jimi across the throat with a legdrop. Genocide hooks the leg, and the ref counts.)
Ref: 1,2 THR-
Jimi Sinister: FREEDOM!
(Jimi kicks out, sending Genocide off of him. Jimi runs for the ropes, coming back with a vengeance. He nails Genocide with a clothesline, sending him backwards into the other side of the ring. Jimi takes the staggering Genocide, and suplexes him in the middle of the ring. Jimi slowly gets back up, fatigued and worn out. Jimi walks over to the fallen Genocide, and goes for a legdrop, but Genocide rolls out of the way, and Jimi hits his bare butt on the mat. Genocide jumps back to his feet as Jimi slowly walks over to the corner. Genocide poses for the crowd as Jimi makes his way towards FBD. Jimi grabs the middle ropes, pulling himself up. Genocide points at Jimi, and goes after him, as some of the fans even try to point to Jimi, trying to signal to him. No use, Jimi's so tuned out right now he couldn't tell you what color his shoes are. Genocide comes from behind, and is right about to nail Jimi into nowhere, when suddenly, FBD seems to have caught Jimi's attention.)
Jimi Sinister: GENOCIDE? WHERE?
(Jimi turns around suddenly, nailing Genocide in the face with a flailing arm in the process. Genocide staggers back, totally caught off guard. Jimi sees the opportunity, and jumps to the top rope. Genocide, still staggering from that blow, doesn't even notice Jimi flying through the air. Jimi lands a missile dropkick on Genocide, sending him to the mat with a very loud thud. Jimi pops back up, and points to Genocide to the audience. The audience gives a loud pop as Jimi stands over Genocide, as Genocide tries desperately to get back up. Without warning, Jimi grabs Genocide's tights. In one swift stroke, Jimi brings Genocide's tights up, and Genocide screams in agony, as Jimi smiles, and the crowd begins cheering. In another quick move, Jimi spins around, keeping one hand on Genocide's tights, and taking the other arm and wrapping it around Genocide's head. Jimi DDT's Genocide in the middle of the ring to an explosive sound from the crowd. Jimi rolls Genocide up in a pin.)
Ref: 1,2,3!
(The crowd explodes in cheers as Jimi raises his hands in victory, and crawls over to where FBD is. Jimi picks FBD up, and holds him up in the air to yet another pop before slipping out of the ring, taking his UMW American Title with him as he makes his way up the rampway.)
Nikki Rox: JIMI!
(Jimi makes his way to the backstage area, where the other wrestlers and crew members walk back and forth, continuing the show. Jimi grabs a nearby towel and wipes the sweat and blood off of his face. He hears Nikki's voice, and turns to see Nikki running towards him. Nikki comes running up and hugs Jimi.)
Nikki Rox: YOU DID IT!
Jimi Sinister: Yeah, I did it. I did it.
(Jimi lets go of Nikki, and the two walk through the backareas together, talking.)
Nikki Rox: I can't believe you actually beat Genocide!
Jimi Sinister: Trust me, me and FBD are thinking the same thing.
Nikki Rox: I'm so proud of you.
Jimi Sinister: Thanks Nikki.
Nikki Rox: You actually used the Wedgie DDT on him! He's going to be SOO pissed!
Jimi Sinister: I can imagine. It'll take him weeks to get those tights off.
(Jimi chuckles to himself as they pass Jimi's "dressing room." Nikki stops Jimi right before they go into the room.)
Nikki Rox: Now Jimi, before you go in, I want you to know something.
Jimi Sinister: The way you say it doesn't sound so good. That sounds exactly like the way my mother told me about her new boyfriends. "Before you go in, I want you to know something...I met him.."
Nikki Rox: Guess who I sat next to during your match?
Jimi Sinister: From what I could see, a guy about two feet taller than you. It was Genocide's mom, wasn't it?
Nikki Rox: No, silly! Michael.
Jimi Sinister: Michael...as in...MICHAEL?
(Jimi's jaw drops as well. Nikki smiles and pats him on the shoulder.)
Nikki Rox: Yeah, he's inside. Go check it out for yourself.
(Without a second's thought, Jimi bursts through the door of his dressing room. And lo and behold, there is Hellfighter, sitting in one of Jimi's chairs, reading a magazine. Jimi just stands there, almost incapacitated from what he's seeing.)
Jimi Sinister: MIKEY!
Hellfighter: Hey Jimi.
(Hellfighter stands up, and Jimi just charges at him. Before Hellfighter even has time to respond, Jimi has already wrapped his arms around him in a large hug. Nikki just giggles to herself as Hellfighter pats Jimi on the back.)
Nikki Rox: Awwwwwwww, how cute.
Hellfighter: It's good to see you Jimi.
Jimi Sinister: What on earth brings you here, man?
Hellfighter: I actually came to see an indy show. I didn't have any clue that I'd see the two of you here.
Nikki Rox: Your lucky you did. Today's Jimi's last match with UMW. After this we're heading out
Jimi Sinister: Yeah. I've wrestled here for two months now, which is kinda long by my standards in an indy fed... What're you doing in town?
Hellfighter: I actually have a GXW show not too far from here. My hotel's around the way.
Jimi Sinister: Ohhh, I see. You still wrestle there I see.
(Jimi walks over to his duffle bag, and begins filling it up with the things he has lain all over the counter...a carton of chocolate milk, some playing cards, shampoo and conditioner. Jimi ties his hair back in a tail as he continues his chore.)
Hellfighter: It's been a while since we last saw each other, Jimi. It's good to see you.
Jimi Sinister: Ditto.
(Hellfighter sits back down on the chair as Nikki begins to pack her things as well.)
Hellfighter: It's been months, I know that. Where have you been for these past few months?
Jimi Sinister: Well, right after we ended our contracts with GXW, me and Nikki flew back home to do some R&R. Then we started training again, and decided to come back and tour again. That's all I've done these past couple of months. Tour, tour, make music from time to time, and tour.
Hellfighter: Sounds like you've been busy.
Jimi Sinister: Not really. You'd be amazed at how hard it's been for me to get a solid gig lately. Since me and Oz aren't a team anymore, it's hard. I go to a promoter and go "I'm Jimi Sinister, I'd like to wrestle for a couple of shows for ya," and the promoter looks at you like your speaking Chinese. Isn't that right FBD?
(Jimi picks up FBD, and rubs it's head before gently placing it in the bag.)
Nikki Rox: Michael, how's the GXW treating you?
Hellfighter: The GXW's been treating me nicely, though I can't say the same for some of the wrestlers.
Jimi Sinister: Just like old times heh heh. Hey, I'll be right back. I gotta go peepee.
(Jimi turns around, and goes into the bathroom, and shuts the door. Nikki turns around with a smirk on her face.)
Nikki Rox: So Michael, do you have a girlfriend?
(Hellfighter, stunned at the question, replies with a sense of awkwardness in his voice.)
Hellfighter: No...are you single?
(Hellfighter tries to change the subject, or at least change the person who the subjects about.)
Nikki Rox: Yeah. Me and Jimi tried dating, but there's just things that stop us from being a real couple. We'll just remain like family, and I think that's as far is it will ever go. Besides, my heart kinda belongs to someone else.
(Hellfighter looks up at Nikki as Nikki smiles and turns around, as Jimi walks back into the room.)
Jimi Sinister: Whew...that felt good. So Michael, who's butts are you kicking in GXW now?
Hellfighter: Well, right now I seem to be involved in heat with Kendall Codine, and I've also seemed to spark up a rivalry with Ryan and Zero.
Jimi Sinister: Wow, that seems like a handful.
Hellfighter: It is, actually. But I can handle it.
Jimi Sinister: Oohhh, I see. Still the toughest dude on the block, I see. And I take it you don't have yourself a tag partner to help you out?
Hellfighter: No.
(Jimi shrugs and zips his back up. He sighs and leans against the wall as Nikki zips her back up as well. All three friends face each other.)
Jimi Sinister: What I'd give to have a trustworthy tag partner. I'd give my favorite pair of socks!
Nikki Rox: Oh, those things are horrid!
Jimi Sinister: Hey, at least I wear socks! You don't know real uncomfort until you sleep in the same bed with someone with ICY FEET!
Nikki Rox: Hey, you can always sleep in the OTHER bed! You don't have to sleep in the same bed as I do!
(A smile creeps on Hellfighter's face as he sees Jimi and Nikki playfully arguing with one another. Nikki socks Jimi in the shoulder, and begins to playfully choke him. Hellfighter gets an idea...)
Hellfighter: Jimi?
Jimi Sinister: AND YOU SNORE!
(Jimi begins tickling Nikki, and Nikki backs off. Red in the face, Jimi turns to Hellfighter.)
Jimi Sinister: Yeah?
Hellfighter: Why don't you come back to the GXW?
(Jimi and Nikki stop playing. Jimi rolls his eyes and rubs his chin, trying to pose a "thinkful" facial expression.)
Jimi Sinister: Hmmmmm.
Hellfighter: It'd be nice to have you with me. It'd be like old times. Besides, I think I'd like to have you as a tag partner if the occassion presented itself. And I'm sure you could spawn off a great singles career...
Jimi Sinister: Hmmmmmm.
Nikki Rox: C'mon Jimi, it'd be good for you...and me.
Jimi Sinister: Hmmmmmm. Well, if I'm going to cancel ALL OF MY INDY DATES TO GO BACK TO THE GXW, TO GET MY BUTT KICKED OVER AND OVER, LIKE I DID THE FIRST TIME I WORKED THERE, I WANT TO KNOW ONE THING.
Nikki Rox: Jimi...
Jimi Sinister: Can I drive shotgun?
(A sigh of relief can be heard from Hellfighter.)
Nikki Rox: Is that a "yes," Jimi?
Jimi Sinister: If you want to be a Harvard Professor about it, yes, it's a yes. I'd be more than happy to come back, especially with Mikey. My oldest and bestest buddy.
(Hellfighter stands up finally. Before he can do anything, Jimi gives him a large hug, leaving Nikki to giggle again.)
Hellfighter: Thank you Jimi. I'm sure we'll have fun together.
Jimi Sinister:You bet your buttocks we'll have fun! Let's start if off with a celebration! C'mon, I think Pizza Hut's still open in this part of town, let's celebrate!
(Nikki grabs Jimi and gives him a large hug. Jimi smiles.)
Jimi Sinister: I'll take the bags and put them in the car. You two boneheads meet me in the parking lot.
(Jimi takes his bag and Nikki's and kicks the door open, exiting the room. Nikki turns to Hellfighter, and wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly in a hug.)
Nikki Rox: Thank you so much.
(Nikki gives Hellfighter a tight squeeze before letting him go. The two lock eyes for a split second as Nikki smiles devilishly and makes her way for the door. Hellfighter takes the door and holds it for her, and the two walk out of the room together. Together they follow Jimi to the parking lot, where a new beginning, a new chapter in the story, and a fresh pepperoni pizza awaits them.)
FADE TO BLACK
Hellfighter: Yeah, this seems to be where I'm sitting...seat 13.
(Hellfighter goes down the stairs, heading towards the first three rows of the massive sea of seats. Hellfighter makes a sigh of relief as he sees the ring, surrounded by the crew members, plugging in cords and wires all around. It's nice to be able to sit back and relax, and enjoy a show instead of always having to participate in them, Hellfighter thinks to himself. Hellfighter takes a few last steps, and finds his seat. His face brightens up with a sense of "eureka, I've found it." Hellfighter takes a seat in his comfy front row seat, putting his soda in the cupholder and popcorn in his lap. Hellfighter takes a look at his surroundings. The ring is smaller than a normal GXW ring, with royal blue ropes and a red ring apron. There's a narrow ramp/aisle for the wreslters to walk through, and even a few cameras posted here and there. The only thing it's really missing is an announcer's table. Hellfighter lays back and prepares to enjoy the show, as fans still keep entering the house. Moments pass, and Hellfighter twiddles his thumbs to keep himself amused, and without much warning, the lights in the building go off. Hellfighter shrugs, thinking it's time for the show to begin.)
Voice Of Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE WELCOME YOU TO ANOTHER NIGHT OF ULTRA MEGA WRESTLING ACTION! LET'S GET THIS SHOW S-S-S-STARTEEEEEEEED!
(Hellfighter sips his soda. Suddenly, he feels a light hand come onto his shoulder.)
Voice Of A Woman: Excuse me, but is this seat taken?
(Hellfighter turns around to answer the woman.)
Hellfighter: No, not at a-
(Hellfighter's face looks like he had just seen a ghost. His eyes lock with the woman's. Those eyes of hers, those blue eyes, and the long blonde hair that curled at the end, and those crimson lips that always seemed in a smile...in a hundred years, Hellfighter never thought he would see that face again...)
Hellfighter: Hi.....
Woman: Well, if God doesn't have a sense of humor...
Hellfighter:....
(Hellfighter finds himself speechless. The woman sits down next to him, crossing her legs, and smiling. Hellfighter takes a deep breath and finally gets a word out.)
Hellfighter: Nikki?
Nikki Rox: Of all the people...well, I guess this IS a small world. Hello Michael.
(Nikki smiles at Hellfighter. Hellfighter can't do much but just stare at her in disbelief. Of all the indy house shows, he happens to be at the one where she's sitting in the front row. More or less, a loss for words, Hellfighter tries to snap into a conversation.)
Hellfighter: What are you doing here?
Nikki Rox: I work here.
(Hellfighter gives a confused look.)
Nikki Rox: I'm a valet. He and I have been wrestling for this little league ever since we left GXW. God, it's good to see you.
Hellfighter: Y-y-yeah. I'm just surprised to see you, that's all.
(Nikki smiles at him. Hellfighter manages to smile back.)
Nikki Rox: How's the road been treating you?
Hellfighter: Fairly well, I could say. I've had my moments.
Nikki Rox: That's good.
Hellfighter: Why'd you and Jimi leave?
Nikki Rox: Well, Jimi and Ozzy never really get "back into the game" after they lost the TV Tag Belts...those belts meant a lot to them. They just kinda drifted away. Me and Jimi decided to keep touring, but Ozzy...
(Nikki's smile dissappears for a second, obviously acknowledging the disaster that happened with Ozzy. Hellfighter takes his arm and places it on Nikki's shoulder, something that makes him begin to tremble. Nikki begins to smile a little bit.)
Hellfighter: I'm sorry.
Nikki Rox: It's alright. I'm okay. We pray that maybe with time he MIGHT get better... So, what brings you out here?
Hellfighter: Just coming to see the show. Sometimes it's nice to just sit back and watch other people wrestle. By the way, who do you manage?
(Before Nikki can respond, the ring announcer, bearing a tuxedo, takes center stage in the middle of the ring. All eyes turn to him and the wrestler already in the ring. The wrestler is a big man in green and black tights and boots, with a goatee and long, black curly hair which dangles in a ponytail.)
Ring Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO OUR OPENING BOUT IN THE UMW SHOW! First, to my left, hailing from Boston, Massachussets, weighing at 231 pounds, GENOCIDE!
(Genocide raises his arms and strikes a pose, only to be booed by the fans. Genocide turns to the audience, and gives them a one-finger salute of his own before bouncing off the ropes to prepare for his match.)
Ring Announcer: AND HIS OPPONENT...FROM PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, WEIGHING AT 234 POUNDS...
(All fans turn their eyes to the rampway as "Heavy Metal" by Sammy Hagar blares over the primitive sound system. A large pop can be heard throughout the arena as a man approaches down the aisle. The man, with long curly blonde hair, an Alice In Chains shirt, ripped up jean shorts, and a stuffed animal in his right hand, waves to the crowd and tries to get them going as he makes his way down the ring. He brings up his left hand, which carries a title belt of some sort.)
Ring Announcer: THE ULTRA MEGA WRESTLING AMERICAN CHAMPION, JIMI SINISTER!
(Hellfighter's draw drops as Jimi jumps onto the apron. Jimi goes to the top rope, flexing his "muscles" for the audience as Genocide prowls behind him. Jimi jumps into the ring, and shakes the ropes himself as the two face each other before the referee.)
Hellfighter: THAT'S JIMI?
Nikki Rox: Yeah.
Hellfighter: Wow, he's changed. The hair's blonde, he seems a bit more in shape, and Jimi never would have entered the ring like that. He'd have just slid in there and attacked that Genocide guy.
Nikki Rox: I know, touring on the indy circuit has done much to change Jimi.
Hellfighter: What's with the stuffed bear?
Nikki Rox: That's Jimi's "other" manager, Furry Brown Dude. Jimi keeps him in the corners during his matches and talks to him.
Hellfighter: I do hope that's just a gimmick.
Nikki Rox: I think it is, but sometimes I'm not even sure.
Hellfighter: Why aren't you out with him?
Nikki Rox: Well, see that guy Genocide? He's had a history of attacking valets, especially women. Jimi wanted me to stay out here so I wouldn't be that much of a target.
Hellfighter: Well, if that Genocide guy comes near you, he'll have to deal with me.
Nikki Rox: Thanks Michael. I'm glad you came.
Hellfighter: So'm I, so'm I.
Nikki Rox: We have A LOT of catching up to do you later, you know that right?
Hellfighter: I'm aware of that...
Nikki Rox: Good.
(Hellfighter forces a laugh as Nikki sits back, getting ready to watch the match. Hellfighter does the same, though his eyes can't stay off of Nikki. The sheer surprise of it all is just mind boggling. The bell rings in the distance, as Hellfighter and Nikki just sit back together, and watch the match.)
TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
(Jimi finds himself, again, in the corner of the ring. For twenty minutes he and Genocide have pounded the tar out of each other. Jimi now finds himself bleeding and sweaty in the corner. Jimi leans in the corner, watching Genocide come towards him. With no where else to turn, Jimi turns to his manager and partner, FBD. The stuffed bear looks on as Jimi pantingly asks for his advice.)
Jimi Sinister: Okay...a big hulking gorilla wants to kick the crap out of me...what do I do? Uh-huh, uh-huh, ahhh, good idea.
(Jimi nods to FBD and winks as he gets up, barely. Before he can get to his feet, Genocide grabs him with his massive hand, clutching Jimi by the shirt with his mighty fist. Genocide pushes Jimi up against the corner, as the ref begins the five count.)
Genocide: Your stuffed animal can't help you now. Now, your going down.
Jimi Sinister: YES, FBD, I DO AGREE! THOSE ARE THE BIGGEST BOOBS I'VE EVER SEEN ON A MAN! It's a wonder that you haven't passed out from heat exhaustion!
(The sudden change of mood distracts Genocide for a second...but only for a second. Before Jimi even knows what hit him, Genocide throws Jimi across the ring. Jimi hits the ring hard on his back, and rolls around, breathless and dizzy. Genocide bounces off the ropes, and drops Jimi across the throat with a legdrop. Genocide hooks the leg, and the ref counts.)
Ref: 1,2 THR-
Jimi Sinister: FREEDOM!
(Jimi kicks out, sending Genocide off of him. Jimi runs for the ropes, coming back with a vengeance. He nails Genocide with a clothesline, sending him backwards into the other side of the ring. Jimi takes the staggering Genocide, and suplexes him in the middle of the ring. Jimi slowly gets back up, fatigued and worn out. Jimi walks over to the fallen Genocide, and goes for a legdrop, but Genocide rolls out of the way, and Jimi hits his bare butt on the mat. Genocide jumps back to his feet as Jimi slowly walks over to the corner. Genocide poses for the crowd as Jimi makes his way towards FBD. Jimi grabs the middle ropes, pulling himself up. Genocide points at Jimi, and goes after him, as some of the fans even try to point to Jimi, trying to signal to him. No use, Jimi's so tuned out right now he couldn't tell you what color his shoes are. Genocide comes from behind, and is right about to nail Jimi into nowhere, when suddenly, FBD seems to have caught Jimi's attention.)
Jimi Sinister: GENOCIDE? WHERE?
(Jimi turns around suddenly, nailing Genocide in the face with a flailing arm in the process. Genocide staggers back, totally caught off guard. Jimi sees the opportunity, and jumps to the top rope. Genocide, still staggering from that blow, doesn't even notice Jimi flying through the air. Jimi lands a missile dropkick on Genocide, sending him to the mat with a very loud thud. Jimi pops back up, and points to Genocide to the audience. The audience gives a loud pop as Jimi stands over Genocide, as Genocide tries desperately to get back up. Without warning, Jimi grabs Genocide's tights. In one swift stroke, Jimi brings Genocide's tights up, and Genocide screams in agony, as Jimi smiles, and the crowd begins cheering. In another quick move, Jimi spins around, keeping one hand on Genocide's tights, and taking the other arm and wrapping it around Genocide's head. Jimi DDT's Genocide in the middle of the ring to an explosive sound from the crowd. Jimi rolls Genocide up in a pin.)
Ref: 1,2,3!
(The crowd explodes in cheers as Jimi raises his hands in victory, and crawls over to where FBD is. Jimi picks FBD up, and holds him up in the air to yet another pop before slipping out of the ring, taking his UMW American Title with him as he makes his way up the rampway.)
Nikki Rox: JIMI!
(Jimi makes his way to the backstage area, where the other wrestlers and crew members walk back and forth, continuing the show. Jimi grabs a nearby towel and wipes the sweat and blood off of his face. He hears Nikki's voice, and turns to see Nikki running towards him. Nikki comes running up and hugs Jimi.)
Nikki Rox: YOU DID IT!
Jimi Sinister: Yeah, I did it. I did it.
(Jimi lets go of Nikki, and the two walk through the backareas together, talking.)
Nikki Rox: I can't believe you actually beat Genocide!
Jimi Sinister: Trust me, me and FBD are thinking the same thing.
Nikki Rox: I'm so proud of you.
Jimi Sinister: Thanks Nikki.
Nikki Rox: You actually used the Wedgie DDT on him! He's going to be SOO pissed!
Jimi Sinister: I can imagine. It'll take him weeks to get those tights off.
(Jimi chuckles to himself as they pass Jimi's "dressing room." Nikki stops Jimi right before they go into the room.)
Nikki Rox: Now Jimi, before you go in, I want you to know something.
Jimi Sinister: The way you say it doesn't sound so good. That sounds exactly like the way my mother told me about her new boyfriends. "Before you go in, I want you to know something...I met him.."
Nikki Rox: Guess who I sat next to during your match?
Jimi Sinister: From what I could see, a guy about two feet taller than you. It was Genocide's mom, wasn't it?
Nikki Rox: No, silly! Michael.
Jimi Sinister: Michael...as in...MICHAEL?
(Jimi's jaw drops as well. Nikki smiles and pats him on the shoulder.)
Nikki Rox: Yeah, he's inside. Go check it out for yourself.
(Without a second's thought, Jimi bursts through the door of his dressing room. And lo and behold, there is Hellfighter, sitting in one of Jimi's chairs, reading a magazine. Jimi just stands there, almost incapacitated from what he's seeing.)
Jimi Sinister: MIKEY!
Hellfighter: Hey Jimi.
(Hellfighter stands up, and Jimi just charges at him. Before Hellfighter even has time to respond, Jimi has already wrapped his arms around him in a large hug. Nikki just giggles to herself as Hellfighter pats Jimi on the back.)
Nikki Rox: Awwwwwwww, how cute.
Hellfighter: It's good to see you Jimi.
Jimi Sinister: What on earth brings you here, man?
Hellfighter: I actually came to see an indy show. I didn't have any clue that I'd see the two of you here.
Nikki Rox: Your lucky you did. Today's Jimi's last match with UMW. After this we're heading out
Jimi Sinister: Yeah. I've wrestled here for two months now, which is kinda long by my standards in an indy fed... What're you doing in town?
Hellfighter: I actually have a GXW show not too far from here. My hotel's around the way.
Jimi Sinister: Ohhh, I see. You still wrestle there I see.
(Jimi walks over to his duffle bag, and begins filling it up with the things he has lain all over the counter...a carton of chocolate milk, some playing cards, shampoo and conditioner. Jimi ties his hair back in a tail as he continues his chore.)
Hellfighter: It's been a while since we last saw each other, Jimi. It's good to see you.
Jimi Sinister: Ditto.
(Hellfighter sits back down on the chair as Nikki begins to pack her things as well.)
Hellfighter: It's been months, I know that. Where have you been for these past few months?
Jimi Sinister: Well, right after we ended our contracts with GXW, me and Nikki flew back home to do some R&R. Then we started training again, and decided to come back and tour again. That's all I've done these past couple of months. Tour, tour, make music from time to time, and tour.
Hellfighter: Sounds like you've been busy.
Jimi Sinister: Not really. You'd be amazed at how hard it's been for me to get a solid gig lately. Since me and Oz aren't a team anymore, it's hard. I go to a promoter and go "I'm Jimi Sinister, I'd like to wrestle for a couple of shows for ya," and the promoter looks at you like your speaking Chinese. Isn't that right FBD?
(Jimi picks up FBD, and rubs it's head before gently placing it in the bag.)
Nikki Rox: Michael, how's the GXW treating you?
Hellfighter: The GXW's been treating me nicely, though I can't say the same for some of the wrestlers.
Jimi Sinister: Just like old times heh heh. Hey, I'll be right back. I gotta go peepee.
(Jimi turns around, and goes into the bathroom, and shuts the door. Nikki turns around with a smirk on her face.)
Nikki Rox: So Michael, do you have a girlfriend?
(Hellfighter, stunned at the question, replies with a sense of awkwardness in his voice.)
Hellfighter: No...are you single?
(Hellfighter tries to change the subject, or at least change the person who the subjects about.)
Nikki Rox: Yeah. Me and Jimi tried dating, but there's just things that stop us from being a real couple. We'll just remain like family, and I think that's as far is it will ever go. Besides, my heart kinda belongs to someone else.
(Hellfighter looks up at Nikki as Nikki smiles and turns around, as Jimi walks back into the room.)
Jimi Sinister: Whew...that felt good. So Michael, who's butts are you kicking in GXW now?
Hellfighter: Well, right now I seem to be involved in heat with Kendall Codine, and I've also seemed to spark up a rivalry with Ryan and Zero.
Jimi Sinister: Wow, that seems like a handful.
Hellfighter: It is, actually. But I can handle it.
Jimi Sinister: Oohhh, I see. Still the toughest dude on the block, I see. And I take it you don't have yourself a tag partner to help you out?
Hellfighter: No.
(Jimi shrugs and zips his back up. He sighs and leans against the wall as Nikki zips her back up as well. All three friends face each other.)
Jimi Sinister: What I'd give to have a trustworthy tag partner. I'd give my favorite pair of socks!
Nikki Rox: Oh, those things are horrid!
Jimi Sinister: Hey, at least I wear socks! You don't know real uncomfort until you sleep in the same bed with someone with ICY FEET!
Nikki Rox: Hey, you can always sleep in the OTHER bed! You don't have to sleep in the same bed as I do!
(A smile creeps on Hellfighter's face as he sees Jimi and Nikki playfully arguing with one another. Nikki socks Jimi in the shoulder, and begins to playfully choke him. Hellfighter gets an idea...)
Hellfighter: Jimi?
Jimi Sinister: AND YOU SNORE!
(Jimi begins tickling Nikki, and Nikki backs off. Red in the face, Jimi turns to Hellfighter.)
Jimi Sinister: Yeah?
Hellfighter: Why don't you come back to the GXW?
(Jimi and Nikki stop playing. Jimi rolls his eyes and rubs his chin, trying to pose a "thinkful" facial expression.)
Jimi Sinister: Hmmmmm.
Hellfighter: It'd be nice to have you with me. It'd be like old times. Besides, I think I'd like to have you as a tag partner if the occassion presented itself. And I'm sure you could spawn off a great singles career...
Jimi Sinister: Hmmmmmm.
Nikki Rox: C'mon Jimi, it'd be good for you...and me.
Jimi Sinister: Hmmmmmm. Well, if I'm going to cancel ALL OF MY INDY DATES TO GO BACK TO THE GXW, TO GET MY BUTT KICKED OVER AND OVER, LIKE I DID THE FIRST TIME I WORKED THERE, I WANT TO KNOW ONE THING.
Nikki Rox: Jimi...
Jimi Sinister: Can I drive shotgun?
(A sigh of relief can be heard from Hellfighter.)
Nikki Rox: Is that a "yes," Jimi?
Jimi Sinister: If you want to be a Harvard Professor about it, yes, it's a yes. I'd be more than happy to come back, especially with Mikey. My oldest and bestest buddy.
(Hellfighter stands up finally. Before he can do anything, Jimi gives him a large hug, leaving Nikki to giggle again.)
Hellfighter: Thank you Jimi. I'm sure we'll have fun together.
Jimi Sinister:You bet your buttocks we'll have fun! Let's start if off with a celebration! C'mon, I think Pizza Hut's still open in this part of town, let's celebrate!
(Nikki grabs Jimi and gives him a large hug. Jimi smiles.)
Jimi Sinister: I'll take the bags and put them in the car. You two boneheads meet me in the parking lot.
(Jimi takes his bag and Nikki's and kicks the door open, exiting the room. Nikki turns to Hellfighter, and wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly in a hug.)
Nikki Rox: Thank you so much.
(Nikki gives Hellfighter a tight squeeze before letting him go. The two lock eyes for a split second as Nikki smiles devilishly and makes her way for the door. Hellfighter takes the door and holds it for her, and the two walk out of the room together. Together they follow Jimi to the parking lot, where a new beginning, a new chapter in the story, and a fresh pepperoni pizza awaits them.)
FADE TO BLACK