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Revelations After the Fire....

jayshort

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FADEIN: <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
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</st1:City>Seattle, <st1:State w:st="on">Washington</st1:State></st1:place>. King County Jail.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:eek:ffice" /><o:p></o:p>

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The name of the jail was surprisingly fitting, but EPW World Heavyweight Champion, reigning King of the Cage, International Superstar, International Fashion Symbol, International Icon, and the pound-for-pound, number one wrestler on the planet, “blue-eyed badass” SEAN STEVENS wasn’t in the mood to find the humor in happenstance.<o:p></o:p>
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As the guard escorted him around the building in search of his holding cell, the rich, famous, spoiled, usually catered to superstar couldn’t get past how bad the handcuffs hurt his wrists. Or how the entire facility smelled like mildew. Or how he could smell the rest of the inmate’s morning breath, the moment he entered the building. <o:p></o:p>
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The champion was still in the same – now wrinkled – True Religion jeans, and – shredded, stretched – wife beater, as earlier in the night, when … when … that idiot turncoat got him in this mess. <o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: HEY! Don’t fucking push me!<o:p></o:p>
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CORRECTIONAL OFFICER: Quit bitching, pretty boy. The boys on the inside are going to just love you, with your curly blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes. <o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: Sounds like you already do, you fag. Do you know WHO I am?<o:p></o:p>
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C/O: Inmate number 1689807…<o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: Wrong, asshole! I have enough money to buy you, sell you, buy you back, take you in my backyard, and put a bullet in your head, and get away with it. …fat motherfucker.<o:p></o:p>
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C/O: Yeahyeahyeah. You can start making your plans to buy me in here; this is your new home, pussy. <o:p></o:p>
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The guard unhooked the set of keys on his hip, sticking a gigantic one in the keyhole, opening the cell, pushing the unsuspecting Stevens into it, causing him to trip as he entered, almost hitting his head. <o:p></o:p>
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“I need to speak to my Lawyer.”<o:p></o:p>

To Be Continued....
 

Stalker

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(King County Jail. Jason Reeves is being escorted by a guard to his jail cell. His eyes are bloodshot and he's still wearing the same clothes that we last saw him in. In handcuffs, on the floor, next to his former friend, Sean Stevens. A grin is on his face, ear to ear. The guard pushing him along notices him smiling.)

Guard: What the hell you so happy about? Looks like you just crawled out of a train wreck.

Stalker: My plan went very well tonight. It's on it's way to be a great success.

Guard: Plan? What plan? Your in jail buddy.

Stalker: It won't last long.

(Jason gets shuffled a bit more until they stop in front of a cell.)

Guard: Well here's your new home for now. Judge will be seeing you in the morning.

Stalker: I'll probably be out before then.

Guard: Whatever you say buddy.

Stalker: Hey can I get a smoke? They took my pack before you got a hold of me.

Guard: Haha. I don't think so, those things will kill you, you know.

Stalker: I'm already on my way there, won't hurt to get a little help.

(The guard doesn't look amused and shakes his head as he walks away leaving Jason in his new cell. Jason sits on his bed and rests against the wall. His smile still not fading.)

Stalker: It went perfect tonight, absolutely perfect.

To be continued.
 
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The Fallen

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Same old dingy county jail, same old dusty ass cell, EPW superstar SEAN “TRIPLE X” STEVENS, in an uncharacteristic moment of human emotion, lost his cool. He jumped up from his cot, ran full speed in the direction of the bars, clinching them as tight as he’s ever clinched his EPW World Heavyweight Championship, and began to yell.<o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: HEY! SOMEBODY GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! THERE’S RATS AND SHIT IN HERE, AND NO ONE GAVE ME MY PHONE CALL!?! HEEELLLLLLOOOOOO!! GET. ME. OUTOFHERE!!!!!!<o:p></o:p>
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Grunts, moans, and death threats had become synonymous with the EPW champion’s name, as several inmates had already made plans to rape, then stab him, if he ever entered the dreaded “yard”. <o:p></o:p>

One voice in particular, got his attention immediately.<o:p></o:p>
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VOICE: Do the world a favor, and shut the hell up.<o:p></o:p>
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Stevens swallowed hard, wiping the sweat from his brow. The voice from the cell next to his sounded very familiar. A little too familiar. <o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: Are you fucking kidding me??! Excuse me, sir … but you obviously don’t know who in the hell you’re talking to, or else you’d restrict yourself to your cot and your gay porn. …You worthless, piece of shit criminal! <o:p></o:p>

The champion stood tall. <o:p></o:p>
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VOICE: Actually, I know exactly who I’m you are. You’re the same blonde haired, blue-eyed, paper champion whose ass I could’ve destroyed tonight, if not for your little friends with the badges.<o:p></o:p>
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Triple X scratched his head.<o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: Jason…? Is that YOU?<o:p></o:p>
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STALKER: In the flesh. HAHAHAHAHAHA!<o:p></o:p>
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Perplexed, confused, and downright shocked that out of all of the cells in the rather large building, they made that traitor his neighbor … Trip continued. <o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: Well, you’re certainly taking this whole STALKER thing up a notch, you fucking weirdo. Are you proud of the stunts you pulled tonight? Are you happy?<o:p></o:p>
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Eerie silence. <o:p></o:p>
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STALKER: Am I happy? Happiness is subjective. Some people are happy at the site of cute little puppies. I always got excited watching them squeal whenever I shoved a knife through their chests, and carved out their hearts. Some people call it sick. What the world calls sick, I call ‘normal’. And, to answer your question … I’m the happiest I've been in a long time, Trip.
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TRIPLE X: ….
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STALKER: Cat got your tongue, Mr. Badass? Boo-fucking-hoo! After this bullshit month I've had I had an epiphany. <o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: ….did it hurt? <o:p></o:p>
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STALKER: I don't need to win some superficial King of the Cage, or some goofy looking crown to get what I want, and validate who I am. All I have to do is make WHO I want to advance move on, and it’ll prove that I control more than Stalker’s World. <o:p></o:p>
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TRIPLE X: --yeah, a lifetime supply of Heroine. <o:p></o:p>
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Ignoring Triple X’s slight, Stalker continued, not missing a beat. <o:p></o:p>
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STALKER: Then and only then when they are beaten and battered after a full tournament of matches, will I swoop in and get what's been coming to me.
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Jason lets out a manic laugh that echoes through the jail cells.
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STALKER: Every match, every competitor in every cage will feel my wrath at the next Aggression. Oh and Trip.... I haven't yet decided who I will 'ALLOW' to win the match your have with the First. So do you had better try to get back on my good side.<o:p></o:p>
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Another burst of maniacal laughter. The “blue-eyed badass” paused, shaking his head.
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TRIPLE X: In my career, I’ve said, and done some fucked up stuff … but, atleast I was cerebral. Atleast I thought things through … atleast I was sane. Mentally? You’re GONE. You’re going to either do something that’ll land you in here full time, or get yourself HURT. Sad thing is, you’re too crazy to realize that.

STALKER: CRAZY? DAMN RIGHT I'M CRAZY. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?! See that shit that happened to High Flyer when I had the whole damn audience and roster thinking I was balls out to win this thing? Did you see what happened to him? I won't be surprised one bit if he's in a wheel chair next time I see him. Just yet another victim to my wrath, the
wrath caused.... caused by none other then you Sean.<o:p></o:p>

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TRIPLE X: You have nothing else to say to me, Jason. And, I know you think you’re this tough guy, but let me give you some advice … I didn’t destroy you like I’ve done everyone else, because you were my friend. I don’t know you anymore. Therefore, the very next time you stick your nose in my business? I end you.<o:p></o:p>
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STALKER: ………….. <o:p></o:p>
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Tears began to weld up in The Stalkers eyes, before he began laughing hysterically once more. A laugh that Stevens would have to endure for the duration of the night. <o:p></o:p>
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FADETOBLACK<o:p></o:p>
 

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