Misc. Thread Feb. 7th-20th

[Dave Masters]

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[Dave Masters]

MOVED FOR NEEDLES

Return of Needles

Crash!!!!!

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The airplane sheers off the top of a tall fir tree before rising up to begin its final decent toward a deep canyon floor. Needles curls up in horror sucking his thumb and mumbling over and over, I don’t want to die. Jester tries to pick him up as he squirms away in terror. Jester dashes to the service locker, grabs one of the fourteen parachutes and forces it onto Needles. He slings back the side hatch door and attempts to shove Needles out as Needles struggles to hold the door edges tight with his hands and feet while peering out at the approaching canyon floor. Jester steps back and lunges a flying boot to Needles chest while ripping out the chute chord as Needles flails away from the plane.
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### Wicked Jester ###
I love you Irving……………………..

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Needles passes out from the sudden jolt of the parachute chords so as not to witness the great explosion as the plane impacts the craggily hillside. Needles parachute gently nestles him through a few branches to come to rest on a large outstretched bough 10 or 12 feet above the mossy root clustered ground. He awakes the next day to the sound of fire and rescue truck personnel about a half mile away scouring over the wreckage from a side logging road.

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It is a warm sun shiny day as Needles gathers in the parachute and wraps it around his still trembling frame. Needles looks down and shimmies toward the tree trunk in fear of the long drop to the ground. He looks back out to the rescue workers and tries to shout for help though a parched nervous throat. Needles realizes that they can’t hear him from that distance as he uses the parachute chord to tie safety straps around the tree trunk. Needles knowing that he could break his leg with a drop of that distance considers that eventually someone would look over the flight path and find him as he falls tearfully back to sleep. Needles awakens the next several days in tearful hope as he watches rescue personnel come and go just out of distance from his whimpering pleas for help. Finally on the fifth day Needles awakens to a mans voice arising from the shadows just below him. Needles explains to the man that he has no broken bones and is just a little scuffed up. The man tells Needles that he is Joe Fieldsman, an FFA inspector for the airlines.
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### Joe Fieldsman ###
Wow, you are the lone survivor Mr. Needles, everyone will certainly want to hear the whole story. Well, if you’re sure that you’re ok Mr. Needles, then shimmy down the trunk, I’ll catch you.

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Oh no, I couldn’t possibly do that, I might dislocate my plesia trapsious or strain the small iyamchikne bones in my foot.

### Joe Fieldsman ###
Oh, I never heard of those but you are certainly right to be concerned Mr. Needles. Now you just wait there and I’ll go back and get my partner he is inspecting the wreckage and we passed by a logging crew on the way up. I saw a small ladder on the side of one of their trucks. Go ahead and untie yourself from that trunk and I’ll be back soon with some help.

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Joe wandered off as Needles was careful to only untie three of the fourteen carefully constructed wraps from the trunk for a sureness of safety. Needles thought back about Jesters story that he was Needles long lost brother Bob. There was an odd similarity through that caked on clown grease paint he mused. He remembered how the only reason he was alive was because that big clown selflessly forced him into the parachute then booted him out of the plummeting plane while yanking out his rip chord. Deep in Needles heart he vowed to change in acknowledgement of his dear departed brother Bob. Never again would Needles lie, cheat, steal or slither through life as the conniving, underhanded, double dealing snitch that he had always been. Needles knew that he was a new man, an honest man, a fair man, a changed man, a regular stand up Joe that could be trusted and admired by all. Needles envisioned himself as a take charge, take care of it kind of go getter that he had longed to be and always knew that he had it within him. Yep, he knew that he was for certain a changed man as he looked out at the two FFA inspectors being followed by six loggers carrying equipment.

### Joe Fieldsman ###
Mr. Needles, were back. I told you that it wouldn’t take long. I called the hospital and they are sending an ambulance up just in case you might need it. This is my partner Frank Crashious and over here his logging foreman Bucky Sniptree. Their going to help us get you down from there Mr. Needles. They are experts in trees.

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One red haired logger leans a 12 foot ladder up against the heavy limb as smiling Bucky wearing his steal spiked cork boots takes three strides straight up the trunk to Needles side. Bucky wraps a heavy rope under Needles arms, ties it off then removes a small ultra sharp hatchet from his tool belt. With two quick slashes and to Needles surprise the parachute chords are severed. Needles is carefully lowered to the ground in a wrapped up ball of parachute as two soft thuds of Bucky’s boots land beside him. The rock built smiling Bucky helps Needles out of the parachute then lifts him to his feet. Bucky notices that Needles is woozy from his five day stay in the tree and scoops the slight weighted Needles up with a “no problem little man, I’ll carry ya”. Joe Fieldsman carries on about what a miracle it is that Needles survived as the group meander through the trees and down to the logging road where the ambulance is just pulling up. The paramedics help Bucky put Needles into the ambulance where Bucky bids “chop one down for me little man” as the ambulance door swings shut. The Mercy hospital ambulance crackles off through the wood chipped road toward the glory of a red orange sunset.
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Fans of ExWA Wrestling Federation have incredible and wonderful news today of the heroing escape from certain death of their beloved superstar wrestler Needles. That’s right folks. Doctors and this reporter are amazed at the incredible fluke that delivered the resilient wrestler from the clutches of certain death and with merely superficial scrapes and bruises. Apparently Needles was found about 5 days after the accident when FAA inspectors heard a moan from about 12 feet up in some tree limbs about half a mile from the crash site where two pilots and the great wrestling clown Wicked Jester’s bodies were found in the twisted mangled wreckage.

In an exclusive interview today with the hero himself, this reporter learned the true agonizing last few minutes of the ill fated flight details together with his amazing rescue. Needles explained how he had finally consoled the weeping Jester after he revealed to him that Needles had found the evidence that Jester was his brother. Needles went on to say how Jester was sobbing about how he could have been a really great wrestler if only he could have been guided by the expert tutelage of Needles if he had only known. Needles told how lightning had struck the airplanes left engine. The pilots froze in panic as Needles ran forward and single handedly grabbed the controls to bring the airplane out of a death spiral. Needles explained how he slapped the pilots to their senses and reassured them that they could now handle the plane. After the pilots regained their confidence Needles returned to the main cabin area where Jester pleaded with Needles to please save him. A second lightening bolt struck and peeled back part of the left wing as Jester curled up on the floor with his thumb in his mouth crying over and over, I don’t want to die. A loud crash was heard as the plane sheered off a the top of a tall fir tree, then rose up to begin its final descent toward a deep canyon floor. Needles acting quickly to grab the only parachute from the locker attempted to put it on Jester as Needles opened the side door. Jester was too afraid to move as Needles picked him up and stood him by the open door. Needles knew that Jester was too afraid to put on a parachute and jump for it. So Needles put it on and ran at Jester to grab him on the way out while pulling the rip chord. But Jester jumped aside in fear at the last moment as Needles went sailing out. Needles chute flopped open just before hitting the upper portion of a giant fir tree as the twin engine short hop commuter plane smashed into the craggily rock surface below.

Needles awoke that evening to find himself precariously perched far out by the end of a small limb 60 feet up in a giant fir tree with two broken legs dangling over the sides. Needles with cat like precision carefully scooted back toward the trunk of the towering behemoth. Needles attached a safety chord around the trunk then bit down on some extra chord as he reset both of his own leg bones. Needles delirious from the agony summoned his extraordinary skills to fashion two leg splints wrapped with strips of parachute cloth before again passing out from the pain. Needles lay breathless for days wrapped in the parachute about 80 feet up and living on small bugs and moisture off the fir boughs. Finally Needles had regained his strength enough to remove his splints and climb down the treacherous trunk when he heard the voice of the FAA inspector far below who ordered Needles to stay up in the tree until they could bring in a giant extension ladder. Needles didn’t want to hurt the mans feelings so he waited for the inspector to come back with a 12 foot extension ladder. Two professional loggers were sent up the ladder where they dug in their steal spiked cork boots to begin the arduous climb to reach Needles. At about 100 feet up they froze perilously to the tree realizing that they had never climbed that high before. Needles reassured the two as he climbed the 30 feet down to reach the white ghost faced loggers. Needles kept reassuring the two as he reached down to yank free the steal spiked cork boots that the terrorized loggers immediately jammed down onto Needles brand new converse tennis shoes. With the two loggers clutching hold of Needles for dear life Needles slowly descended the last 150 feet all the while calming the two frightened loggers as he kicked away the ladder and leaped to the ground. The loggers didn’t want to let go of Needles at first but finally regained there land legs and were able to begin breathing somewhat normally. The inspector was so shocked by Needles heroism that he passed out from heart palpitations. Needles carried the nervous trembling inspector to the awaiting ambulance where he performed heart massage saving the poor mans life. Needles tells us that the mans heart condition is now completely cured and that the inspector for the first time in his life can walk normal after a lifetime nerve disorder from a childhood influenza epidemic.

Needles told us that the president called him to congratulate him on his heroism and was thankful that he was alive so the president could continue to confide in Needles on fiscal and economic matters. The president was sorry that he couldn’t award Needles the Congressional Medal of Honor because Needles was not in the military. Upon this reporters careful inspection of Needles tennis shoes, Needles explained how the steal spikes of the loggers cork boots dug in perfectly matching the holes for his laces and that was why they didn’t show any spike marks and that Needles is a very fast healer so the gauges in his feet are almost completely gone already. Well that’s it folks, man among men, patriot, pilot, surgeon, presidential advisor, superstar wrestler and overall hero of the day. Much to my sadness my interview was then cut short by Needles need for a few hours rest before Britney Spears was apparently scheduled to stop by and discuss her future career moves with her secret advisor Needles. Needles will remain at Mercy hospital for a few days of observation. This has been Carl Truestory for City News reporting on, not your average American, Needles.

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[Dave Masters]

Warm Winter

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Needles spent a couple days of full service care at Mercy hospital holding hands with all the pretty nurses and confirming that he had already talked to the CEO about their well deserved upcoming healthy raises as they smiled, stroked under his chin and reaffirmed his devastating charm. After clicking off the news of his miraculous escape from certain death on the big screen TV that the nurses rolled in for Needles private viewing pleasure. Needles returned to his copy of Archie gets a date for Jughead cleverly disguised in a volume of War and Peace when a knock comes from the door and Winter Sanderson peeks into the room. Needles motions him in as he carefully slips the heavy volume into a side drawer.
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### Winter Sanderson ###
War and Peace eh? That’s some pretty heavy reading. I read it once in my college years but couldn’t stand the mental toughness of reading such heavy biographies, I’m impressed. Jees Needles we all thought you were dead. I even went to you and Jester’s funeral. I even cried Needles. This is quite a shock but I am happy to see that you made it out safe. I brought you these lovely flowers. I’ll just set them over here. There is another reason that I came by Needles. I know that I was pretty hard on you, more so than the other wrestlers and not believing your story about someone going around frauding as you and saying a bunch of lies while pretending to be you and all. I thought about it a lot Needles and I know that you can’t make any money without winning any matches, so I decided that I could afford to hire you on a temporary basis…oh, running copies of paperwork for me and cleaning out the store rooms and that kind of thing. I know that everyone needs to make a buck now and then. But you have to promise to be a straight up square shooter Needles cause your behavior could reflect on me. Well what do ya say Pal, do we have a deal?

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Needles snaps to attention.

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$$$$$ Needles $$$$$
Yes Sir! Mr. Sanderson, I'm you're man.

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Needles grins ear to ear and rolls his eyes in delight as he assures Winter that he is all business, nose to the grind stone, shoulder to the wheel and YES SIR that he can count on Needles to ease all of his heavy burden. Winter forces half a smile, pats Needles on the shoulder and eases out of the posh digs shaking his head. Needles kicks back and dreams of being Winter’s number 1 right hand man. He languishes in the proof of the pudding that the King himself trusts only Needles into the high inner sanctum of his confidence. Needles salivates over the glory that the ExWA could achieve under the firm guidance of Winter Sanderson working hand in hand with the experienced depth that Needles could provide as his personal assistant. Needles begins to fall asleep knowing that Winter will have nothing further to worry about and how Winter is truly his all time idol.

### Cousin Vinnie ###
Needles! Needles! Wake up Needles, It’s me your cousin Vinnie. Robert sr. and Ruth Snitcher told me all about you and they sent me to pick you up. They would have come themselves but they are still in mourning over their son Robert jr. My mother Gerty is your mother Ruth’s sister so that means that we are cousins. I talked to the doctors and they said that you could go home today. Wow, I saw you on the news man, You’re a celebrity dude.

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Needles checks the time, 8:30 in the morning as his vision clears to make out the heavily pock marked face of the toothless pudgy fellow of Mexican descent in a dirty red striped t-shirt. Cousin Vinnie he ponders as he rolls over and reaches for his cleaned and pressed clothes lying on the chair beside his electric adjustable hospital bed. Vinnie chimes in.

### Cousin Vinnie ###
Nice shoes man, are they Converse or PF Flyers? Wowa, they look brand new, not a scuff on em. Nurse Georgette said that she is really going to miss you and that you were so helpful with her career making decisions. She said that yesterday you were hired to be the general manager of the ExWA. Boy, my cousin the big wig. Yep you’re definitely Snitcher material.

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Vinnie escorts Needles down the hall to the elevator as Needles gazes into the large plate glass mirror to find that he doesn’t have a scratch on him with Vinnie opening his eyes real wide in an attempt to look more like Needles. The elevator doors slide open as Vinnie punches B and informs Needles that his car is parked in the basement. The two stroll by dozens of cars before arriving at Vinnie’s primer gray 1962 VW bug with the roof caved in like some circus fat lady mistook it for a trampoline. Vinnie beamed with pride as he informed Needles that she was all paid for with his earnings from saving pop bottles and two pie eating contests that he had won. They jumped in and Vinnie adjusted the rear view mirror from which hung a fuzzy dice with a dangling string from where the other dice use to hang. Vinnie explained that he had lost it in a game of mumbly peg with fellow pie eater Fats the Crack who bled profusely from Vinnie’s misthrow of the rusty jackknife that cut across the front of his ankle. The little bug was uncomfortable as three large cardboard boxes had Needles seat jammed all the way forward, but she ran pretty well as they zipped off down the freshly wetted streets following Needles directions toward the semi-rural outskirts of town back to his palatial hacienda. There it was parked in the far back corner of the parking lot behind Miriam’s dine and dash, the faded brown 12 foot long wanna be son of an Airstream copy, Needles digs. They wheeled up to the purple painted road cone that sat proudly portraying the parking designation in front of Needles reconstituted paradise. The two travelers exited the bug and walked around to the curve top door beside which laid two stacked up car tires with an old piece of plywood on top and two duct taped plastic garden chairs on either end. Needles reached behind the tires and pulled out an old rusty screwdriver that jammed nicely into the slot that use to be a key hole. With a crank the door sprang open. Needles entered and cleared out a path so his new cousin Vinnie could step in out of the light drizzle of the overcast morning. Vinnie dazzled Needles with stories about growing up on the farm as Needles fumbled to finally light one of the two propane burners to curb the slight morning chill. Vinnie told Needles about the big reunion that his parents were planning to have for him next week sometime. He went on about how it was sure great having a new cousin, especially one that was such an important mucky muck and all. Vinnie told Needles that he had to get back to the farm because today was de-horning day for a group of young jerseys and that he especially liked to watch the blood squirt all over when they accidentally cut the horns back below the quick. Since he and Needles were such good pals and all now, he asked if he could store his three boxes of important stuff in his dry trailer for a few days. Needles reluctantly agreed if only to be rid of this on and on jabber box Vinnie. He squeezed the three boxes through the door as Needles stacked them up on the single bed to worry about where best to store them later. Vinnie said goodbye and sputtered off as Needles waved an unimpressed farewell.
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Needles pulled the screwdriver from the lock, tossed it behind the tires and reentered his microcosmic dwelling. Clearing a spot to sit as he peered beyond the flickering gas flames to the three large boxes beyond. His curiosity got the better of him as he walked over to see what could possibly be considered important stuff to such a backward type hick as Vinnie. As Needles figured, he was housing three large boxes of junk in his already well overcrowded mini domain for a reject from the school of causeless inbred backwater farm hicks. Mostly two cent soda pop bottles, broken pencils, leftover string and other such futile useless trophies, but what was this… some kind of fangled cassette recorder with three rows of extra buttons and knobs than normal. After looking the strange devise over, Needles fumbled through his junk drawer and extracted four C size batteries from his long narrow flashlight and popped them into the strange recording unit. Hitting the play button he found that the cassette inside was apparently brand new and nothing had been recorded on it. Needles unrolled the microphone, plugged in the jack, rewound the tape and hit record.
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$$$$$ Needles $$$$$
Test! Test! This your supreme leader and el presidente’ Needles. You now shall all bow before my limitless jurisdiction and overall clout. He he he he….

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Needles stopped the tape, rewound and hit the play button. It was a little tinny sounding but it worked. Needles played on with the recorder, testing the different knobs and buttons to get a vague idea what they each did. He found that they could quite drastically change the tone, pitch, squelch, resonance and other rather humorous alterations. Needles played on throughout the day with different strange voice qualities while pretending he was the leader of the universe, a demonic alien and an odd blend of bugs bunny and captain Kirk. Finally he came across just the right combination that caused his voice to sound quite similar to that peculiar guttural cliché edge of the voice of Winter Sanderson. Needles had quite a bit of fun pretending to be Winter while putting it with wording that Winter would obviously never use. Needles rewound, recorded, played back over and over with amused delight. He particularly enjoyed pretending to be Winter while hiring Needles to be the New General Manager of the ExWA as Winter exposed that Needles qualification far outweighed his own or the rest of the staff. Needles chuckled as he continued to perfect his silly pipe dream concept as if it was Winter exposing this grandiose truth to the entire ExWA fans and federation. Needles stopped the recorder, ejected the tape, slid it into his pocket, laid down beside the boxes and clutter to fall fast asleep. Needles awoke to the sound of Jarold in mid crow, an aging Rhode Island Red from old man Larson’s half acre farm next door. Yep 5:10 am exactly, Jarold kept excellent time indeed. Needles shuffled around, straightened his coat and spit combed his curly mop then turned off the gas flame and exited his little oasis slamming the door locked as he strut forth across the parking lot. The lights of Miriam’s kitchen were all ready on as Needles slid in the back door, along past the restrooms and out to his usual seat at the end of the counter. Miriam’s didn’t open for another fifteen minutes but she made it a point to leave the back door open for Needles regular routine of coffee and a butter horn two minutes after the crow began his incessant routine every morning. Miriam, a skinny little Puerto Rican gal skirted out from the kitchen with a coffee cup in one hand and a fresh pot in the other. She hummed a fevered tune as she danced toward Needles in delight and anticipation of hearing all about the incredible news and gossip going around about her favorite little leg puller Needles. She smiled when she poured the coffee then yanked out her pen and order pad as she blew a big bubble in anticipation of Needles order.

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The bubble popped as Miriam smacked her pouty lips and writes down 1 B horn coff.
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### Miriam ###
Baby love, you’re back! I have missed you so much you little munchkin. This has been the worst and the best week I have had in a coon’s age. We have all been talking about that terrible plane crash and the death of our favorite clown and Jester. A dark gloom had come over the entire diner for the last week as it sunk in that we were never going to be privy to the silly antics and tall tales of our favorite leg puller. Needles I have been leaving the back door open every morning in fond remembrance of our morning coffee and gossip exchange. But then like an angel of deliverance I read the City News Sports Page to find that you had been miraculously returned to this otherwise unworthy destiny and that you were somehow relatively unharmed. Needles my pet, All of our prayers have been answered. I don’t have much time because I haven’t whipped up the pancake batter, but give me the short jist while you enjoy your coffee.

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Needles slurps up the strong concoction as Miriam slides a hot butter horn in front of him.

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A timer dings in the back room as Miriam scurries off with a last cheerful “gotta go”. Needles carefully slices up his butter horn into fourteen perfect squares then begins to eat as he glances over at the newspaper. He opens it to the sports page and rereads the article on his survival with the realization that it did grant him a bit of celebrity status. Needles smiles as he finishes his coffee then unlocks the front door for Miriam as he strolls out across the parking lot to the bus stop. A few minutes pass as Needles is picked up and whisked away toward the other side of town. It is Saturday and there is not much traffic this early though Needles knows that the ExWA arena will be a buzz later this afternoon with the beginning events of the highly advertised Pay-Per-View schedule. Needles is let off in front of the arena and peers up to the giant billboards that lay out the epic upcoming battles. He dreams of one day seeing his name up there in one of the top billing categories. Needles walks the concrete surfaces through a flurry of pigeons to a side street that enters to the ExWA offices. Dancing up the steps then down a long hallway being mopped by the janitorial staff, Needles makes his way through the headbooking office door of Winter Sanderson. Winter just arrived himself and hadn’t yet moved to his back room private office as he raises an eyebrow from some paperwork to notice Needles standing before him.

### Winter Sanderson ###
Well Needles, I didn’t expect you to get out of the hospital so soon. It appears that you are all ready to start. I like that. It shows initiative. As you know Needles, the next few days will be quite hectic around here with the PPV events and all, so I won’t have much time to show you some things to do. But if you just hang around the arena I’ll think of things now and then that you could be helpful with. As for now you could bring this updated spotlight wiring diagram to the electrician. He’s somewhere down by the ring entry ramp.

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Needles snaps to attention.

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$$$$$ Needles $$$$$
Yes Sir! Mr. Sanderson, I'm you're man.

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Needles proudly struts off with the diagram as Winter slowly shakes his head. The arena is largely empty save a few janitorial staff, vendors and service men. Needles walks by in awe of the lit up expanse of the center ring. He imagines how this will one day become his destiny and all will know the value of the intellectual giant superstar once scorned by many as the Snitch. Needles makes his way up the superstar ramp to spy a man wearing overalls sporting Dave’s Master Electric and fiddling within an electrical service box. He walks over to the back turned man.
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Hello, are you the electrician? I am Winter Sanderson’s personal assistant. I have designed some changes here to the wiring schematics of the spotlights. If you have any questions ask for Needles.

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The electrician thanks Needles for the diagram with a hearty “Yes Sir, I’ll get right on it” as Needles sports his way back down the ramp and across the arena. Needles walks up to the concession stand where Lucy is busy preparing condiments for the soon to arrive masses of PPV fans. She tells Needles that she hadn’t started the popcorn machine yet but there are several bags left over from a mini event that took place the night before and that Needles could have those if he wanted. Needles smiles and grabs a couple bags then proceeds out the front doors waving to the old security guard Henry on the way out. Needles finds a comfortable bench and gains hundreds of feathered friends with his over the shoulder popcorn chucking antics in the courtyard commons. The ticket booths open as short lines begin to form and children sword fight with their giant Ric Flair is no.1 foam rubber hands. The court yard is soon swamped with eager fans as Needles teases the last few pigeons with unpopped corn seeds. He crumples the bags and shoots a perfect swish into a green plastic waste basket then returns thru the turnstile that security guard Henry is now protecting.
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Needles shuffles down to the announcer’s table to be congratulated from Shane Powers, Dave Masters and Damian Smith for his amazing survival. Even Ric Flair takes a moment from his autograph signing to recognize the wide eyed superstar. Winter Sanderson asks Needles to follow him as he has an extremely important task for Needles to perform. The two make numerous turns down long hallways to emerge into a storage room deep in the bowels of the monolithic structure where off to the side sits a broom, mop and a bucket near a small sink with a garbage can beside. Winter explains to Needles how it is very important that he have this entire storage facility swept and mopped and that he needs someone of Needles character and abilities to do the necessary task with the perfection that only Needles could provide. Needles snaps to attention.

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“Yes Sir Mr. Sanderson, I’m your man”.

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Winter walks away shaking his head as Needles sums up the monumental task before him. Needles, correctly decides that sweeping should come before mopping and gets down to performance of the lowly duties. Needles notices that the floors don’t seem to be very dirty and figures that Winter must have some really important reason that they need to be gleaming. Needles carries on sweeping out large sections only to gain a pittance of dirt. Needles searches high and low for a dust pan but to no avail. Needles decides that this is just the type of corporate decision that Winter trusts Needles to make and he was sure not going to let his partner down. Needles sets the broom aside and makes his way back up to the ring announcer’s table. Needles can see that Winter is busy talking with Shane Powers and Dave Masters so he takes a seat behind the ExWA managers. Winter tells Shane that he has caught a little of that cold going around as he coughs a couple of times. Shane tosses him a package of cough drops as he affirms with “me too”. Winter crunches down a Ludens then continues to tell how the final contracts for the Bowflex addition to the training center are ready for signing and that the contractor could be ready to start the layouts on Tuesday if the contracts were signed today. Over Dave Masters objections Winter assures them that the announcers are ready, the referees are ready and that the first event won’t take place for another thirty five minutes. He carries on that the contractors office is only two blocks away and that they could be back in twenty minutes. The three get up and scuttle off as Needles sits admiring the way that the top dogs take care of corporate business. Needles notices that Winter has left his treasured brown derby hat on the announcers table and realizes that taking care of such a special item should only be done by someone who is well trusted. Needles looks around and decides that he is the best one for that task and that is the very reason that Winter took him into such a high degree of his confidence. Needles gingerly picks up the derby and treats it with the deserved respect of an emperors crown. Needles looks around for an area to stand where there is not too many people pushing and shoving for seats and stuff but the arena is almost packed. Needles peers up to the glass sided sound control booth and notices that it is completely empty at this time. That’s it he thinks as he slowly wanders through the crowd, then up the back wall stairs and into the control booth. Perfect thinks Needles, nobody can accidentally jostle me causing the hat to fall and maybe get stepped on in here. Winter’s prized derby hat will be in Needles expert care, as he looks over the well known possession. Needles sets the derby on the control desk and looks out at the masses of fans getting organized for the upcoming show. Needles kicks his feet up and ponders about the growing importance of his role here at the ExWA. He dreams longingly that more people could understand the high level of respect for him that Winter has shown. He further ponders that all ExWA staff would know him for his high value and abilities with great respect for his management skills, not as just a top wrestler. Deep inside, Needles knows that Winter himself even wished that more people could see Needles great qualities as he did. But how Needles thought, how could he help Winter reveal these as of yet unknown truths. Needles knew that he must somehow find a way to help his Pal Winter. Needles searched his mind as he thought back to the previous day…Wait…That’s it! Needles reached into his pocket and extracted the cassette tape that he had recorded the day before. He knew that this was the answer. This was how he could help Winter be able to say the things about Needles that he truly wanted to reveal but couldn’t because of the burdens of management and his selfless duty to foolish pride. Needles was struck with a mission to save his best Pal and Idol Winter Sanderson. He put his feet square on the floor and dutifully picked up the object of great responsibility and carefully placed the derby down on his obedient and deserving crown. Needles proudly worked the controls as he hit the eject button and placed the cassette within like a father sacrificing his own child. He knew this must be, if he had any concern for his Pal Winter as he gently pushed the play button. The huge speaker system came to life.

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### Speaker System ###
Test! Test! Good afternoon ladies, gentleman and fans of ExWA wresting. My name is Winter Sanderson. I am the Head Booking manager here at ExWA . Folks we have a spectacular show for you today as I am sure you are already aware. ExWA is proud to present some of the finest wrestling superstars in the world today at our Pay-Per-view event.

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The announcers look at each other mystified as to why Winter Sanderson would all of the sudden change the announcement schedule without informing them. But he was the boss and they could tell that it was indeed Winter Sanderson in the sound booth by his distinctive voice and brown derby hat that he commonly wore to the big shows. Though it was unusual, they bode their time and listened further.

### Speaker System ###
But before we begin with the big events I have something to say to the wrestlers, the staff and all of you great wrestling fans here today and out in TV land. This is something that has been on my mind for sometime, to right a wrong, to reveal an asset, to explain once and for all the true man behind the scene, without who’s exemplary abilities , none of this might not be possible. I am talking about the vast character of one man. Though it might be nearly impossible to conceive that one man could possess such worldly talent, well I am here today to put that myth to rest and finally reveal this true legend among men. This man has graciously agreed to assist us here at ExWA with the overwhelming task of managing such a complicated forum. This man among other amazing accomplishments is not only known as a man among men, but true patriot, pilot, surgeon, presidential advisor, superstar wrestler and overall hero of the day. Yes ladies and gentleman I have come today to reveal ExWAs master tactician and new assistant general manager….
NEEEEEEEDLES. Due to the overwhelming tasks ahead in regards to management transition and the handing over of the reigns, I would like the ExWA wrestlers and staff to not pester management about these monumental changes. I assure you all, that you will be informed as necessary in a timely manner. Thank you ladies and gentleman. Enjoy the show.

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Needles ejects the tape, stashes it in his pocket, remove the derby and slithers out and down the back wall staircase carrying the derby carefully at his side. He notices the confusion of fans and wrestlers trying to figure out what just happened and why Winter would make such a shocking revelation. Needles slips through the crowd toward the side exit just as Shane Powers, Dave Masters and Winter Sanderson come through the door. Needles surprised, quickly gathers himself and hands Winter his derby.

$$$$$ Needles $$$$$
You forgot this Winter. I was watching it for you.

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The three managers walk past Needles in odd wonderment as to why all the announcers and wrestlers are looking at them that way. Needles slides out the side exit, right into the brawny chest of Timmy Meekster who congratulates Needles on his promotion. Needles informs Timmy that with Needles in the drivers seat, there will be fewer bad words used around here and that Timmy will go far in this man’s federation. Needles further informs Meekster that if he wants a specific match with someone, that he could contact Needles. Young Timmy smiles and steps aside in great respect for the newly appointed assistant General Manager as Needles chalauntly walks away into his drizzling grey predestined potentiality.
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[Lance Corporal Jones]

MOVED FOR BARRON.


Xtreme Zone houseshow - All attention is focused on the billed main event when XZ announcer Fred Elliot grabs the mic.

Fred Elliot: Ladies and Gentleman, can i please intorduce you to Xtreme Zones newist addition to the roster, The Barron!





Trapt by Headstrong plays over the PA, lights flicker as Barron comes out to almost NO fan reaction, he stands shakes his head and walks towards the ring.

He gets in and snatches the mic pushing down Fred Elliot


The Barron: Thats ok, you dont have to get up, no you guys all of you sit there, stuff your fat faces with the hotdogs and dont give a crap about the guy standing before you.

The fans give a slight boo

The Barron: I mean why should you? Why should you care about a guy that you havent seen before?

Well, just to give you a lesson on just who in the hell i am, because ill be honest, this is the first time ive stepped into the ring in a little over 2 years, my name is The Barron, i am the newest guy to sign with this dump of a company, and why? Just so i can perform like a trained chimp for you idiots.

The fans give more of a reaction just waiting to hate the Barron

The Barron: Do you honestly think i give a rats ass about the way you feel about me? Hell you can boo me you can cheer me you can throw things swear at me, bottom line i couldnt give a crap about any of you out there, or any of the boys in the back

The asshole chant starts

The Barron: Oh yeah thats real classy, trust the american trash to resort to cursing as a way to hurt people, well guess what, it wont work with me, ive been around this business for years, and ive seem them all come and go, ive seen the fads, your Randy Ortons, your John Cenas, people looking for a quick buck, well i dont care about the boys in the back, i dont care about management and i dont care about the fans, im just here to prove to everyone of those kiss ass suck ups in the back, and everyone out there and hell even to myself, that i still got what it takes to be great in this business.

The fans boo more

The Barron: You know its just so typical of a company like this, i ask them for a little mic time to come out here and tell people what im all about, but have i even heard about when my first match will be? Hell no, have i heard of any plans for me? Hell no, i havent even been offered a contract, im here on a show to show basis, and hell if they throw me out ill buy a ticket just to annoy them and be right under their noses.

I am here to get noticed, i am here to make a name for myself and i am here to be a champion, not a peoples champion not someone the boys in the back can look up to, not someone the management can send out on every stupid ass talk show, every stupid ass childrens support event, i am here to win the gold i am here to kick the crap out of anyone who even dares look at me the wrong way and im here to enjoy it.

The fans show nothing but distane for Barron

The Barron: You see if anyone wants to go and look up my credentials, they will notice that showing down your fat announcer isnt nothing compared to what ive done in the past or what i will do to be on top, i am without a doubt one of the toughest bastards in this business, screw your goldbergs with his 2 moves, i aint here to make friends, i dont care who they put me in the ring with, ill come out smelling like roses, and then my ladder to the championship gold, i dont care what title i dont care what match i dont care what opponent, your looking at the new man around here, and his name......... is Barron

The Barron drops the mic, gives the fans the finger and leaves the ring, the fans are livid and throwing soda cartons and popcorn at Barron, he turns laughs flips them off and leaves.

[Lance Corporal Jones]

MOVED FOR REAPER.


The scene is open on a disturbing plain. The sky is blood red and there are black clouds hovering overhead. For some strange reason there is no sun, or moon, and what little light there is appears to be coming from what little sky you see. When you look at the ground there is a more disturbing scene. Piles of bodies are scattered around this battlefield. Piles of bleeding and rotting bodies. Bleeding through slashes made in various parts of the bodies. If you were there you could throw up with the rotten stench. The putrid smell of rot. Yet there are no signs of what caused this carnage. In the background there are burning buildings. Shadows appear in front of them. One of them dances around in excitement. We see one figure pull another up by his hair. The victim is flailing his arms about, but the aggressor takes one swift blow with some bladed weapon and decapitates the poor sod. We hear a voice.

Voice

“What could have caused this carnage?”<br>
Female Voice

“I don’t know, but we have to make sure it doesn’t continue.”<br>
The two people run past the camera. Both armored from head to foot. One carries a large axe while the other a bow and arrow. Another voice calls to them.

Male Voice

“Not today scumbags!”<br>
Three people catch up. The two armored characters turn and the female with the bow and arrow is immediately struck down by the right figure bearing a large club. The other two engage the male with the axe, who defends well with a double sided axe against a finely crafted blade and twin Claws. The club bearer begins clubbing frantically at the defenseless woman. Crowd members begin feeling hatred for this woman beater, but t removes it’s helmet revealing Alessa Nicole. The crowd look confused at this, and the camera moves right to see the swordsman, in exactly the same attire as Tempest had at Maelström’s castle. The claw wielding man is also looking at the camera with a grin, it’s Cassidy. The Male axe bearer, lies motionless at Cassidy’s feet. Cassidy laughs.

Cassidy

“Heh heh, easy pickings. That’s the last of them.”<br>
Alessa Nicole

“Maelström will be pleased.”<br>
Tempest

“Let us go now. Where is Reaper? It’s time for the final part of these.”<br>
The iron man walks in with his trademark staff. His mask is stained with blood. Alessa walks up to him.

Alessa Nicole

“Well, all is done and finished here Reaper.”<br>
Reaper

“Enough souls harvested. There was this one guy who was impressive on the field.”<br>
Cassidy makes a hand signal to Tempest. Tempest notices.

Tempest

“Why don’t you fetch him. We can congratulate him here.”<br>
Reaper turns to leave, and Cassidy steps forward and raises his claws… Reaper hears him step on a twig, and raises his staff overhead and catches both Claws.

Cassidy

“ shit…”

Reaper

“What the fuck…”

Tempest swings both Reaper evades, releasing Cassidy. Nicole looks unsure. Reaper stands back in a battle ready position. Cassidy and Tempest stand next to each other in their battle ready positions.

“Traitors?! Now?!”<br>
Tempest

“Oh Reaper my friend we aren’t traitors to maelström’s cause…”

Cassidy

“Maelström’s run out of use for you…”

Alessa looks on, with a saddened look on her face.

Reaper

“Alessa, you were in on this too? What about Kieth?”<br>
Alessa stutters and can’t get any words out.

Cassidy

“Alessa are you with us or against us?”<br>
Alessa is still silent

“Fuck it then!”<br>
Tempest and Cassidy both run at Reaper, who swings his staff, throwing their blows off target. The two push him back. He fights on bravely as the two relentlessly push on. They push Reaper back to a large building that hasn’t been set alight yet. Reaper throws some quick and powerful blows with push Tempest and Cassidy back, then he kicks the door down of the factory and runs in. he punctures a fire extinguisher giving himself a smokescreen. Cassidy and Tempest walk through calmly, and cautiously. Alessa is seen making a phone call.

Inside the factory, Tempest and Cassidy are on a large open space. Above them are a cluster of narrow walkways. There is no light in this place, dim lighting comes from the windows. Cassidy and Tempest split up and move silently away. Tempest slowly walks up a metal stairway, and onto a walkway mounted on the wall. Cassidy checks the ground level. He carefully examines a large piece of machinery. Tempest has started along a pathway going across the building. Now in plain sight. He looks around himself cautiously. A shadow moves quickly across the screen. Loud cheering can be heard from outside.

Cassidy

“Brilliant. Tempest! Fall out. Our troops come to torch this building. Let Reaper perish in the flames!”<br>
Cassidy quickly runs out of the building. Tempest checks the area and steps backwards back towards the wall mounted walkway. This is where Reaper reveals himself. He drops down and overhead swings at Tempest. Tempest quickly turns and blocks. The two exchange blows and Reaper furiously drives Tempest to the center of the walkway.

Reaper

“If this is how Maelström decides to treat his faithful subjects, then I’ll visit him next!!”<br>
With ferocity Reaper starts swinging harder and quicker. Tempest is almost taxed to his limits. The cheerings are loud, and not changing in volume, Maelström’s army is now outside. The room is brightened with the light from the torches.

“mmm the smell of burning…”

A burning sound is heard. The room is brighter and the ground floor quickly catches fire. The whole building quickly catches fire, possibly due to the oily substance covering the place, mostly. There is a magnificent scene of the two warriors fighting in the firelight. A worthy fight is seen as Reaper swings in all sorts of directions and Tempest blocking, dodging, and returning. Tempests dedication to Maelström is strong, although Reapers ferocity is greater. With a quick blow Reaper swings one way and as Tempest blocks, Reaper takes his staff apart and hits Tempest in the face with one end, knocking him from the platform. He drops his finely crafted sword and his book gets caught on railings, but the chain breaks and Tempest falls. He lands on the ground by some fuel canisters. He moans in pain.

“Tempest!!”<br>
Tempest looks up at Reaper. The flames like closer to the canisters.

“You didn’t have to die today…”

Reaper puts the staff back together, grabs Tempests sword and his tome of the collected(The Serpent Skin book) and runs on the walkway and smashes his way through a back window. He lands on his back outside, where Maelström’s army haven’t gathered for some reason. Reaper gets up slowly, and slowly stumbles away from the factory. Cheers are heard from the other side. Cassidy is heard yelling something.

Cassidy

“Tempest?!”<br>
A large explosion rocks the factory. Reaper opens the tome and writes in it ‘Ezekiel Tempest’. Realizing there is more to do he closes the tomb, attaches it to his belt and takes up Tempests sword and runs around the burning building. When he gets there, The army has disappeared, probably to burn down something else, but Cassidy is on his knees alone, and notices Reaper.

“You….YOU!!”<br>
Cassidy charges at Reaper, claws beared. The iron man raises Tempests sword and the two engage fiercely. Cassidy is no longer in the stage of loyalty to Maelström, but in a blood rage, seeking vengeance for the death of his comrade. The two are evenly matched, each other blocking the others moves. Another fantastic scene is beheld with the two fighting each other in front of a burning warehouse. Parts of the warehouse are falling off the structure, and narrowly missing. As the things narrowly miss the two duelists it slows down and we see a great slowed down segment of the fight. It returns to normal speed as another explosion goes off.

“Reaper you know what? After I’m done with you, that Alessa Nicole won’t have pleased Maelström… perhaps I can have my wa-“<br>
Reaper yells and starts swinging with increased ferocity. He roars and swings hard, Cassidy blocks, but the force shatters the claw and causes Cassidy to fall back. He throws his remaining claw to the ground and draws a machete. He roars at the two start fighting again. Exchanging blows, deflecting and blocking. Reaper locks the blades, and whips out a separated stick and attempts to club Cassidy with it, but he grabs the stick and steals it from Reaper and throws it away.

“Looks like I trained you well…well…time to draw the…AARRGGHH”<br>
Cassidy is knocked unconscious by a large steel pole swung by Alessa.

Alessa Nicole

“Take that you punk.”<br>
Alessa Stands there with General Rosenburg. Reaper grins and picks up his staff piece.

Reaper

“You two, Maelström will have possibly noticed this. Get out of here before the army gets here. I’ve got some unfinished business.”

[Lance Corporal Jones]

Nicole and Rosenburg acknowledge this and run off somewhere. Reaper leaves the unconscious Cassidy by the burning building and runs off towards the insertion point. Back in Maelström’s castle Reapers running up and down corridors looking for Maelström. He runs down to the Abyss where Maelström is waiting for him.

Maelström

“Mr. Reaper, I’ve been waiting for you.”<br>
Reaper

“Save the pleasantries you bastard.”<br>
Maelström

“My my. Touchy today aren’t we?”<br>
Reaper

“It’s not everyday you’re betrayed mate.”<br>
Maelström

“Typical. Such a shame. Tools aren’t what they used to be. Neither are your own henchmen. Alessa Nicole and Kieth Rosenburg proved to be un-loyal. And that general’s Tempest and Cassidy were unsuccessful in getting rid of you. Well, if you want a job done right, do it yourself.”<br>
Reaper

“You can’t stop me Maelström.”

Maelström

“You poor pathetic fool…don’t you see that I’m not strong, that I’m not the leader due just to my mind? I’m an even better swordsman than Tempest.”<br>
Maelström draws his own blade.

“Hell hath no fury like Maelström’s…”

Reaper jumps over to the platform and the two engage. The two fight fiercely, breaking the railings on both sides on the walkway. Maelström is indeed proving to be a strong swordsman, blocking every single blow Reaper makes. He suddenly gets a sharp blow and throws Reaper off balance and he falls, but grabs a hold of the walkway. Maelström stands over him.

“hahahahahahaha… Reaper, you are second only to me indeed. Any last words?”<br>
Reaper

“Yeah, you want to lose the tome of the collected?”<br>
Maelström

“You…you, have that?!”<br>
Reaper

“If this holy relic is worth so much to you go get it!”<br>
Reaper slices through the chain, Maelström yells “NO” and Reaper taking this time swings himself up and kicks Maelström off balance, causing him to fall in the Abyss. Reaper has pulled himself up and grins, looking at the second chain he attached. With his staff, tempests sword and The tome of the collected Reaper flees from Maelström’s castle.

Back at Harrogath, a sinister shadow sits mounted on a black horse. His hooded figure looks at his carnage.

Sinister figure

“Tonight Harrogath burns. Many have been slain, from both sides. But the casualties mount most important for our side…General Tempest fell, Lord Maelström fell, whilst a most important objective failed to be accomplished…Reaper still lives. Well, unlike Maelström, this next man won’t fail…”