Post by ravinglunatic on Jun 1, 2009 1:26:15 GMT -5
A mass of fans stand outside the REW Star-Maker Arena. They are is disbelief of what they are witnessing as a rather small statured man is pulling a vintage red radio flyer wagon behind him. But that is not the startling part. The startling part is that inside the wagon is a full grown man in a straight jacket. The man's mouth is muzzled so he can't speak and he sits in the wagon just riding along. The small statured fellow look like he is in his sixties and just pulls the wagon along not even paying a lick of attention to the snickering passersbyes. He pulls the wagon up the long walk way that leads to the swinging glass doors of the arena.
The man pushes the glass doors open and continues pulling the wagon along behind him as if it is nothing out of the ordinary. The REW staff and competitors are flabbergasted. They can't believe what they are witnessing. Snickering and mocking the child like man in the wagon as if he is some side show freak. The man doesn't like this one bit and begins to rise from the wagon but the older gentlemen raises his hand and the man retakes his seat as the wagon pulling continues.
Old Man: Oh Jack, don't you worry about those mean people. You'll get to sink you're teeth into them soon enough my friend.
The man in the wagon laughs to himself. Even though the sound is kind of drowned out due to the muzzle. The old man pulls the wagon right outside of the office of the commissioner. Apparently named Blake Worship. He lightly taps on the door and with-in a matter of seconds a figure with a gold belt draped ever-so lovingly across his shoulder stands in front of him. The figure is indeed Blake Worship. Blake gazes at the man in the wagon. He's seen a lot of things in his career but never anything as strange as this as he invites the men into his office to chat.
Blake Worship: Umm...Welcome gentlemen. *as Blake takes a seat behind his desk*
Old Man: Thank you for having us Mr. Worship! I'm sure you're a busy man.
Blake Worship: Indeed I am, but never to busy to speak with new talent.
Old Man: Well I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Grimsley.
Blake Worship: Ok, and your friend in the wagon?
Grimsley: This man here is the man who is going to single handedly change the course of things around here.
Blake Worship: I've heard that a million times before what makes him any different? Anyone can put on a straight jacket and a muzzle.
Grimsley: That is very true but not just anyone has to be restrained due to their absurd violent streak, or has been deemed clinically unfit for society. I'd like for you to meet Jack Amethyst. But you can call him The Raving Lunatic. We're here at your side Mr. Worship. We'll scratch your back maybe dispose of some annoyances for you and you scratch our back maybe some big matches, gold on the line.
Blake Worship: I haven't even seen what he is capable of. I'm not making any deals until I know what I have here. Why don't you take the muzzle off of him for a little while.
Grimsley: I'm not so sure that's a good idea.
Blake Worship: Meh! Just do it!
Grimsley walks over to the wagon where The Raving Lunatic is seated. He slowly moves in. He lets him know that everything is alright and he isn't going to to hurt him. Grimsley pats Amethyst on the shoulder. He begins mumbling something that can't be derived due to the muzzle. Grimsley grabs the latch of the muzzle and unlatches it and removes it holding it in his left hand. The Raving Lunatic moves his jaw up and down popping in getting the feeling back in it. He then looks at Blake.
The Raving Lunatic: YOU LOOK LIKE CHOCOLATE!
He charges Blake and dives at him knocking the commissioner to the floor in his chair. The Lunatic then bites down on the cheek of the REW champion breaking the skin. Grimsley grabs Amethyst and pries him off of the commissioner. He demands he get back in the wagon and he does just that. Grimsley puts the muzzle back on his monster and helps Blake up to his feet. Blake looks pissed and rather shaken up at the same time. I really don't think he knows what to think. He opens his desk and pulls out some medical spray and sprays it on the bite so he doesn't get infected.
Grimsley: Mr. Worship I apologize for that I truly do. But The Raving Lunatic does whatever I tell him. We could be really useful for you.
Blake Worship: Whatever you tell him? Hmmm
The man pushes the glass doors open and continues pulling the wagon along behind him as if it is nothing out of the ordinary. The REW staff and competitors are flabbergasted. They can't believe what they are witnessing. Snickering and mocking the child like man in the wagon as if he is some side show freak. The man doesn't like this one bit and begins to rise from the wagon but the older gentlemen raises his hand and the man retakes his seat as the wagon pulling continues.
Old Man: Oh Jack, don't you worry about those mean people. You'll get to sink you're teeth into them soon enough my friend.
The man in the wagon laughs to himself. Even though the sound is kind of drowned out due to the muzzle. The old man pulls the wagon right outside of the office of the commissioner. Apparently named Blake Worship. He lightly taps on the door and with-in a matter of seconds a figure with a gold belt draped ever-so lovingly across his shoulder stands in front of him. The figure is indeed Blake Worship. Blake gazes at the man in the wagon. He's seen a lot of things in his career but never anything as strange as this as he invites the men into his office to chat.
Blake Worship: Umm...Welcome gentlemen. *as Blake takes a seat behind his desk*
Old Man: Thank you for having us Mr. Worship! I'm sure you're a busy man.
Blake Worship: Indeed I am, but never to busy to speak with new talent.
Old Man: Well I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Grimsley.
Blake Worship: Ok, and your friend in the wagon?
Grimsley: This man here is the man who is going to single handedly change the course of things around here.
Blake Worship: I've heard that a million times before what makes him any different? Anyone can put on a straight jacket and a muzzle.
Grimsley: That is very true but not just anyone has to be restrained due to their absurd violent streak, or has been deemed clinically unfit for society. I'd like for you to meet Jack Amethyst. But you can call him The Raving Lunatic. We're here at your side Mr. Worship. We'll scratch your back maybe dispose of some annoyances for you and you scratch our back maybe some big matches, gold on the line.
Blake Worship: I haven't even seen what he is capable of. I'm not making any deals until I know what I have here. Why don't you take the muzzle off of him for a little while.
Grimsley: I'm not so sure that's a good idea.
Blake Worship: Meh! Just do it!
Grimsley walks over to the wagon where The Raving Lunatic is seated. He slowly moves in. He lets him know that everything is alright and he isn't going to to hurt him. Grimsley pats Amethyst on the shoulder. He begins mumbling something that can't be derived due to the muzzle. Grimsley grabs the latch of the muzzle and unlatches it and removes it holding it in his left hand. The Raving Lunatic moves his jaw up and down popping in getting the feeling back in it. He then looks at Blake.
The Raving Lunatic: YOU LOOK LIKE CHOCOLATE!
He charges Blake and dives at him knocking the commissioner to the floor in his chair. The Lunatic then bites down on the cheek of the REW champion breaking the skin. Grimsley grabs Amethyst and pries him off of the commissioner. He demands he get back in the wagon and he does just that. Grimsley puts the muzzle back on his monster and helps Blake up to his feet. Blake looks pissed and rather shaken up at the same time. I really don't think he knows what to think. He opens his desk and pulls out some medical spray and sprays it on the bite so he doesn't get infected.
Grimsley: Mr. Worship I apologize for that I truly do. But The Raving Lunatic does whatever I tell him. We could be really useful for you.
Blake Worship: Whatever you tell him? Hmmm
To Be Continued by Commissioner Worship