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Date Posted: 19:41:22 05/31/03 Sat
Author: 1
Subject: 1

{(An eerie yet deep calming voice talks trough the darkness) �For centuries past, myths and legends have been created, as well as being dismissed as pure fantasy. Have such occurrences as Adam and Eve, Noah�s Arc, Roswell, Loch Ness ever really materialize into reality? Questions many individuals try to answer every day of our exsistance. Though as this comes to pass we go through our daily lives unaware of many of today�s problems that plague humanity to it�s fullest. However individuals have dedicated their time and energy into this problem, yet one has been prophicized to eliminate this torment and blight. Who is this hero of heroes? This champion of champions? This benefactor of humanity?.......�

......We fade from black into a beautiful, sunny day viewing the high-rises within the wonderful city of New York. Starting to pick up speed, past between the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, then entering the streets as the buildings fly past at a high rate as we enter Central Park. Tress and pedestrians pass as we slow down, until we pass a jogger in a white t-shirt, black shorts, wrist bands, and a white bandanna tied under his black ponytail. With a sudden twist we catch up to this fellow, turning to view his face. With what looks to be a joyous face, this well built man is still quite determined. Wiping his goatee we come to realize the wrestling �star� Mike Allen, sporting more of a clean shaven look, along with sideburns, rather then his past, more rugged look. At this moment a beautiful blonde walking her dog passes the other way from Mike, who slows down while starting to turn around catching quite a glimpse of her, as she herself is turning her head with a small smile along with a quick look down of Mike. As Mike turns around to continue his jog, we dive into his inner psyche...}

Allen: ....amn! I still got it baby!.....They don�t call me the �Top Gun� for nothing...

{With a half, devilish grin Mike starts to jab the air in front of him. Though the punches seem slightly sluggish, factoring in account of the weighted wristbands Mike is sporting for his training regiment. With a quick right uppercut Mike finishes with self humourous chuckle and continues on his jog.}

Allen:.....I sure hate it when I have to be so dedicated.....The hell, I�m getting back to what I love.....not exactly....maybe the second......but c�mon ICWF is back!....Whoever thought that would ever happen again?.....huh?....huh?....now I�m thinking that there�s other voices in my head......Must of been the shit I�ve been eating since I last left the ICWF.....Man...I was mess....at least I decided to lose that flab before ODJ called for my employment.....hehe lucky me...is it just me or am I thirsty?....yep...it�s me

{Mike soon passes a water fountain by a quick glimpse of eye he notices it and overpasses. Soon he slows enough to start jogging backwards, when reaching the fountain after a half a dozen steps. Jogging in place while staring at the fountain, Mike gains this perplexed look upon his face.}

Allen: Should I?....Who knows what drug infested freak drank outta this exact �watering hole�?...or what he put into it in that matter....

{As Mike continues to ponder his version of the �Eternal Question� a slightly smaller man, and noticeable very thinner then Mike speed walked passed him who stops hand is staring at him. This fellow is certainly dressed for the occasion when it comes to a day in the park....He is wearing a full blue body spandex suit with a black belt, wrist bands, ankle bands, headband and yellow strips going down his sides. With his own version of �the� perplexed look. With his left hand he slowly lifts it and waves it in front of Mike�s field of vision. With that Mike jumps what seems the highest anyone alive could possibly jump with a loud yelp. The man falls straight on his backside. Mike regains his composure after a few moments and quickened breaths.}

Allen: For Christ�s sake Bill, you know quite well not to interupt me while I�m in one of my so called states. You remember the cardboard and daisies incident right?

{Bill stops rubbing his left hip then begins to rub his neck}

Bill: How can I? I still got that scar to prove it! Here help me up...

{Mike brought out his hand towards Bill who accepted, with that Mike hoisted Bill up onto his feet without a problem}

Allen: Yeah and I bought you that....{Pointing at Bill�s attire while pausing}....monstrosity, whatever it is?

{Bill starts to �fix� his belt and collar with a small grin}

Bill: And I�ll like to thank you for it again. It�s stylin�and quite the �lady picker-uper� if I do say so myself.

Allen: Yeah you would say so wouldn�t you? You�re impossible.

{They start to walk back towards where Mike first came from as Bill seems to get a little defensive}

Bill: Me? How about you?

Allen: Tell me how am I the slightest bit impossible that would ever compare to you?

Bill: Man, you know what I�m talking about.

Allen: No seriously I don�t!

Bill: I swear we been over this before, you have been in and out of the ICWF since you first appeared two years ago. You always seem to find a way to get back into the thick of things from injury, personal problems, and even employment problems. Each time you seem to get better and better.

Allen: I know, isn�t it great?

Bill: No dude, I�m actually worried for you. You become more cocky, ignorant, and more, how can I put this, reluctant towards the �real� world.

{At this moment Mike stops and looks at Bill with a fixed stare that gives the impression of deep thought and tinge of anger to go along with it}

Allen: Yes....you could be right Bill. I just may be losing my grip on reality....hehehe....but as you said I keep on getting better, like good wine with age. Yet I haven�t quite even scratched the surface to unlocking my greatest potential. Friday is going to be a prime example of the new Mike Allen and how I�m going to prove how much I�m not a pushover as I was in past years. Alec BeGrod was one who experienced my, let�s put it my formation as the true fighter within the world of professional wrestling as I went to face Andrew Logan for the Television title, twice.

Bill: Though you were beaten twice by Logan as I reca.....

{If you didn�t think Allen snapped before he�s done it now. Grabbing Bill by a handful of his collar, picking him up, then shoving him into the nearest tree quite hard. Allen speaks with a vary harsh tone to his voice}

Allen: Now listen here punk I don�t need any of your bullshit contradicting me, you hear? I�m not someone to be looked over at all in any nature of the sense. I�ll prove that I�m the one to bring the ICWF into greater prosperity and fame. I�m in now way the �Next Big Thing,� by no means at all, more of the savior if you may. Just you watch....

{With that Mike let�s go hesitantly as he blinks a few times, while shaking his head slightly a few times. He looks at Bill, he speaks in a more �go-lucky,� calmer voice}

Allen: The hell you doing down there? Who cares? I�m starving man, let�s grab a pizza shall we?

{Mike departs down the road in a slow steady walk, seemingly trying not to fall down....Bill just stares while rubbing his neck, coughs once....}

Bill: His eyes, weren�t....his.....shit....

{Fade To Black}

To Be Continued

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