[STEELE] Clearing The Air (EOD vs Storm RP3)
Oct 13, 2017 18:45:38 GMT -5
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Post by Steele on Oct 13, 2017 18:45:38 GMT -5
eXXXstacy slid her key into the Yale lock and turned it, and the door clicked open a crack. She turned back to the Police Officers who were standing behind her, and thanked them for the ride.
"No problem, Ma'am." Said Officer #2. "Just doing my duty. It's just a shame that I couldn'a done more to help you."
eXXXstacy smiled. "Really, you've done enough. I think shooting him might have been a step too far. Probably best you didn't. Thank you again."
The officers gave her a nod and a "stay safe" before turning back to their cruiser and eXXXstacy made her way into the house.
"Jackson, I'm home!" she called out, but Jackson didn't answer. She could hear his voice coming from the living room, so she made her way there to speak to him. As she walked into the door of the living room - now thankfully devoid of the fake doctor's surgery, and the coffin hidden under a blanket which turned it into a rather quite tasteful sideboard - she noticed Jackson draped across the couch, cellphone up against his ear and a copy of the Yellow Pages - yes, an actual Yellow Pages in this day and age - splayed out in front of him, the AWF Championship belt laid on top to keep the book open.
"Ok, thanks again, thanks. But listen - if you have second thoughts - hello?"
He looked at his phone as the call rang off, apparently disconnected by the other party. Jackson pulled a pen from behind his ear and crossed out a name in the phone book.
He'd apparently been at it for quite some time, as there were perhaps twenty or so black lines across two pages. eXXXstacy waited for him to say something, but he seemed to not notice her presence at all. He pulled his reading glasses down from the top of his head and began tracing a finger down the page, stopping when he found what he was looking for, he then began to punch the number into his phone.
"Jackson?" eXXXstacy prompted. Jackson looked up, almost surprised to see her there.
"Oh! Hello there! You just caught me doing some casting calls."
She rolled her eyes at what was sure to be revealed as another crazy Jackson Steele scheme.
"Casting calls?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah! See, since MCD and Storm started going after you then I thought "Hey, if you can't beat 'em - join 'em!" So... I'm just making some calls."
eXXXstacy looked nonplussed with Jackson's non-answer. She tapped her foot as she waited to see if there would be any follow-up, but it never came.
"Soooo.... WHO are you actually calling, Jackson?"
Jackson stopped dialing again, and realized he hadn't really filled her in on much.
"Oh, right - yeah!" he said as he sat up and slid his glasses back up on top of his head.
""So you know Storm's girlfriend? Erin? Well... I figured that what's good for the goose is good for the gander - I'm gonna try and sign Erin up to do a movie with me!" A pause, then he added; "Only... I don't know her last name. So I'm calling EVERY Erin in the phone book until I get the right one!"
She looked at him like he'd completely lost his mind.
"Jackson! You can't just go calling up girls to see if they want to film a porno!"
He waved off her protests.
"Relax, will you? It's not like I lead with the proposition! Though that said, Erin Anderson seems VERY interested in working with me in the future... Now, I'm nearly finished with all the A's, I've just got Erin..." He checked the book again. "...Ayre and Erin Azira to go! Then I'll move on to the B's."
eXXXstacy picked up the title belt and the book flopped shut. She handed the belt to Jackson and for good measure took his phone, deleting the number that he was about to call.
"Jackson, Storm has nothing to do with this. This is all Michael Clarke Duncan's mess... He came after me again this afternoon."
Jackson sat up. "What? Where? When?"
"A couple of hours ago, in West Virginia."
Jackson's face was a real picture of confusion. "West Virginia?" he said, completely lost. "What were you doing in West Virginia? When the hell did you leave? Jesus, how long have I been phoning girls for...?"
"I told you, I went to the stadium in Huntingdon to take care of some loose ends before your match on Sunday! You know, the sort of stuff YOU should be doing yourself instead of phoning random girls to be in porn films!"
He shot up a finger. (not like that, don't be so dirty-minded)
"Now hang on - they weren't random girls. They were carefully selected based on very strict criteria!"
"Strict criteria? Oh, you mean, 'They must be called Erin'?"
Jackson interrupted her. "Alright, alright, alright... let's get back to the meat and potatoes... so you were in West Virginia, and Duncan came after you at the arena? What the hell did he do?"
"Thankfully, nothing. He kept asking the front desk about me, and ended up with security AND police being called on him. He didn't get past the lobby. The police just dropped me off, they gave me a ride back home."
Jackson squinted at her, thinking. His eyes darted to the window, with a good view of the driveway in the dark thanks to the security lighting..
"How did you get to West Virginia?"
eXXXstacy realized she hade made a rare mistake. "Shit!" she exclaimed.
"Stacey! You drove three hours to Huntingdon, then the cops drove you three hours back and you didn't even think once on the way home that something was a little bit... off?"
She pleaded her case. "It's been a VERY long day, Jackson! And when Officer #1 and Officer #2 offered me a ride home I wasn't in the right frame of mind to say no!"
"I'll say! It's- wait. Officer #1 and Officer #2? But they're Bethesda cops... what on Earth were they doing in Huntingdon!?!?"
She looked puzzled. She went to speak, but couldn't manage an answer. Jackson sat back and placed his hands behind his head with a smirk.
"Well, well, well, oh how the turn tables. All this palaver sounds like something I'd do."
If looks could kill, eXXXstacy would be looking at 25-to-life for the one she gave Jackson.
"Alright! I made a mistake! A big, stupid mistake! But if you want to talk about "Things Jackson Steele would do" then why don't we talk about building a stupid freakin' porn set in our front room right in line-of-sight of an old lady with heart problems!? What about being suckered in by an advert and driving fifteen miles to spray yourself in the face with fish spray? Buying a coffin at the age of 29!? Or how about this one - trawling the phone book looking for Michael Storm's girlfriend so you can not only do the exact same thing that you're condemning him for, but film it as well! And like I said - STORM ISN'T INVOLVED IN THIS!"
Jackson turned serious for a minute. "So you're certain Storm is innocent?"
She nodded. "Yes, Jackson. It all seemed too far-fetched when that letter came... since he WAS the one that saved me the first time Duncan came on to me. Why would he then go and do something like that? IN crayon, no less. The policemen said that Storm turned up at the arena to try and diffuse the situation, that he was absolutely mortified and super-apologetic about MCD's behavior."
Jackson was silent for a moment as he apparently mulled things over.
"Alright. I believe him."
Jackson picked up his phone and started to press the screen. eXXXstacy asked him;
"What are you doing?"
"Just Tweeting Storm." Jackson replied. "To try and take some of the negativity out of this situation. There we go."
He pressed the "Tweet" icon, and sent Storm the message.
"You know, I'm relieved. Not just for the obvious reasons... there's still the problem of Michael Clarke Duncan fanboying over you... but because out of all the guys in AWF, Storm is someone i truly like. He's given me a lot of good advice over the last few months. And he's earned himself the title of "legend." When we were drawn together in the tournament, I was excited at the opportunity to go up against someone of his caliber - a little nervous too, because he's not going to go easy on me - but excited nonetheless to step into the ring with somebody like him."
Jackson threw his phone down next to him and picked up the AWF Heavyweight Championship, putting it over his shoulder and patting the center plate.
"It's easy to be complacent you know," he said, gazing upon his title belt, "When you get to the top of the mountain as fast as I did. When I won this belt, there was a little part of me - just a tiny voice down inside - that said 'You've done it! You've achieved your goal!'"
He took the belt off of his shoulder and held it in front of his face, looking at his own reflection.
"But that kind of thinking, that feeling of 'this is the highest I can ever get' is what can bring a man crashing back down to the lowest of lows in a heartbeat. I might be a moron, but I'm not stupid - I know I'm a marked man now. I've got a target on my back. Rookie or not, I'm the AWF Champion and every man that steps in the ring against me is looking to knock me down so that they can say THEY are the big dog now. And Michael Storm is no exception."
"But neither am I."
"Just because I'm the champion doesn't mean that I can't go any higher. And I've already taken out one legend in Curtis Kanyon and I earned his respect - Storm has no reason to respect me other than this ten pounds of gold and leather but on Sunday night I'm going to give him one more reason. Win or lose, I'm still the AWF Champion - but I'm going to take it to him like I'm fighting for my career, like I'm fighting for life itself. I know a veteran like Storm isn't going to make it easy, and that's just the way I like it."
"I like it hard."
*eXXXstacy took the title belt off of him and ran her fingers over the gold main plate. She turned the belt round, and placed it over her waist, giving Jackson a devilish look.*
"You know what, Jackson?" she purred, "So do I..."
Jackson grinned. "Well there's only one thing for it..." he said, "How about I get some practice in? You be the undefeated Champion, and I'll be the hungry young up-and-comer looking to strip you of your gold... and everything else..."
He licked his lips. She shot him a cocky glance as she started to back out of the room.
"Ah-ah! You've gotta pin me down first!"
Jackson stood up, and struck a cheesy grappling pose as he started to follow her out of the room. Suddenly he stopped, and quickly jumped back down onto the sofa, grabbing his phone and then the Yellow Pages, which he slapped down onto the sofa with a heavy thump as he started to flick through the pages. Hearing the book hit the cushions, eXXXstacy called out to him from the hallway.
"Jackson, what are you doing now?"
He chuckled as he found what he was looking for, and began dialing.
"Just seeing if Erin Anderson is up for a little handicap match..."
"No problem, Ma'am." Said Officer #2. "Just doing my duty. It's just a shame that I couldn'a done more to help you."
eXXXstacy smiled. "Really, you've done enough. I think shooting him might have been a step too far. Probably best you didn't. Thank you again."
The officers gave her a nod and a "stay safe" before turning back to their cruiser and eXXXstacy made her way into the house.
"Jackson, I'm home!" she called out, but Jackson didn't answer. She could hear his voice coming from the living room, so she made her way there to speak to him. As she walked into the door of the living room - now thankfully devoid of the fake doctor's surgery, and the coffin hidden under a blanket which turned it into a rather quite tasteful sideboard - she noticed Jackson draped across the couch, cellphone up against his ear and a copy of the Yellow Pages - yes, an actual Yellow Pages in this day and age - splayed out in front of him, the AWF Championship belt laid on top to keep the book open.
"Ok, thanks again, thanks. But listen - if you have second thoughts - hello?"
He looked at his phone as the call rang off, apparently disconnected by the other party. Jackson pulled a pen from behind his ear and crossed out a name in the phone book.
He'd apparently been at it for quite some time, as there were perhaps twenty or so black lines across two pages. eXXXstacy waited for him to say something, but he seemed to not notice her presence at all. He pulled his reading glasses down from the top of his head and began tracing a finger down the page, stopping when he found what he was looking for, he then began to punch the number into his phone.
"Jackson?" eXXXstacy prompted. Jackson looked up, almost surprised to see her there.
"Oh! Hello there! You just caught me doing some casting calls."
She rolled her eyes at what was sure to be revealed as another crazy Jackson Steele scheme.
"Casting calls?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah! See, since MCD and Storm started going after you then I thought "Hey, if you can't beat 'em - join 'em!" So... I'm just making some calls."
eXXXstacy looked nonplussed with Jackson's non-answer. She tapped her foot as she waited to see if there would be any follow-up, but it never came.
"Soooo.... WHO are you actually calling, Jackson?"
Jackson stopped dialing again, and realized he hadn't really filled her in on much.
"Oh, right - yeah!" he said as he sat up and slid his glasses back up on top of his head.
""So you know Storm's girlfriend? Erin? Well... I figured that what's good for the goose is good for the gander - I'm gonna try and sign Erin up to do a movie with me!" A pause, then he added; "Only... I don't know her last name. So I'm calling EVERY Erin in the phone book until I get the right one!"
She looked at him like he'd completely lost his mind.
"Jackson! You can't just go calling up girls to see if they want to film a porno!"
He waved off her protests.
"Relax, will you? It's not like I lead with the proposition! Though that said, Erin Anderson seems VERY interested in working with me in the future... Now, I'm nearly finished with all the A's, I've just got Erin..." He checked the book again. "...Ayre and Erin Azira to go! Then I'll move on to the B's."
eXXXstacy picked up the title belt and the book flopped shut. She handed the belt to Jackson and for good measure took his phone, deleting the number that he was about to call.
"Jackson, Storm has nothing to do with this. This is all Michael Clarke Duncan's mess... He came after me again this afternoon."
Jackson sat up. "What? Where? When?"
"A couple of hours ago, in West Virginia."
Jackson's face was a real picture of confusion. "West Virginia?" he said, completely lost. "What were you doing in West Virginia? When the hell did you leave? Jesus, how long have I been phoning girls for...?"
"I told you, I went to the stadium in Huntingdon to take care of some loose ends before your match on Sunday! You know, the sort of stuff YOU should be doing yourself instead of phoning random girls to be in porn films!"
He shot up a finger. (not like that, don't be so dirty-minded)
"Now hang on - they weren't random girls. They were carefully selected based on very strict criteria!"
"Strict criteria? Oh, you mean, 'They must be called Erin'?"
Jackson interrupted her. "Alright, alright, alright... let's get back to the meat and potatoes... so you were in West Virginia, and Duncan came after you at the arena? What the hell did he do?"
"Thankfully, nothing. He kept asking the front desk about me, and ended up with security AND police being called on him. He didn't get past the lobby. The police just dropped me off, they gave me a ride back home."
Jackson squinted at her, thinking. His eyes darted to the window, with a good view of the driveway in the dark thanks to the security lighting..
"How did you get to West Virginia?"
eXXXstacy realized she hade made a rare mistake. "Shit!" she exclaimed.
"Stacey! You drove three hours to Huntingdon, then the cops drove you three hours back and you didn't even think once on the way home that something was a little bit... off?"
She pleaded her case. "It's been a VERY long day, Jackson! And when Officer #1 and Officer #2 offered me a ride home I wasn't in the right frame of mind to say no!"
"I'll say! It's- wait. Officer #1 and Officer #2? But they're Bethesda cops... what on Earth were they doing in Huntingdon!?!?"
She looked puzzled. She went to speak, but couldn't manage an answer. Jackson sat back and placed his hands behind his head with a smirk.
"Well, well, well, oh how the turn tables. All this palaver sounds like something I'd do."
If looks could kill, eXXXstacy would be looking at 25-to-life for the one she gave Jackson.
"Alright! I made a mistake! A big, stupid mistake! But if you want to talk about "Things Jackson Steele would do" then why don't we talk about building a stupid freakin' porn set in our front room right in line-of-sight of an old lady with heart problems!? What about being suckered in by an advert and driving fifteen miles to spray yourself in the face with fish spray? Buying a coffin at the age of 29!? Or how about this one - trawling the phone book looking for Michael Storm's girlfriend so you can not only do the exact same thing that you're condemning him for, but film it as well! And like I said - STORM ISN'T INVOLVED IN THIS!"
Jackson turned serious for a minute. "So you're certain Storm is innocent?"
She nodded. "Yes, Jackson. It all seemed too far-fetched when that letter came... since he WAS the one that saved me the first time Duncan came on to me. Why would he then go and do something like that? IN crayon, no less. The policemen said that Storm turned up at the arena to try and diffuse the situation, that he was absolutely mortified and super-apologetic about MCD's behavior."
Jackson was silent for a moment as he apparently mulled things over.
"Alright. I believe him."
Jackson picked up his phone and started to press the screen. eXXXstacy asked him;
"What are you doing?"
"Just Tweeting Storm." Jackson replied. "To try and take some of the negativity out of this situation. There we go."
He pressed the "Tweet" icon, and sent Storm the message.
"You know, I'm relieved. Not just for the obvious reasons... there's still the problem of Michael Clarke Duncan fanboying over you... but because out of all the guys in AWF, Storm is someone i truly like. He's given me a lot of good advice over the last few months. And he's earned himself the title of "legend." When we were drawn together in the tournament, I was excited at the opportunity to go up against someone of his caliber - a little nervous too, because he's not going to go easy on me - but excited nonetheless to step into the ring with somebody like him."
Jackson threw his phone down next to him and picked up the AWF Heavyweight Championship, putting it over his shoulder and patting the center plate.
"It's easy to be complacent you know," he said, gazing upon his title belt, "When you get to the top of the mountain as fast as I did. When I won this belt, there was a little part of me - just a tiny voice down inside - that said 'You've done it! You've achieved your goal!'"
He took the belt off of his shoulder and held it in front of his face, looking at his own reflection.
"But that kind of thinking, that feeling of 'this is the highest I can ever get' is what can bring a man crashing back down to the lowest of lows in a heartbeat. I might be a moron, but I'm not stupid - I know I'm a marked man now. I've got a target on my back. Rookie or not, I'm the AWF Champion and every man that steps in the ring against me is looking to knock me down so that they can say THEY are the big dog now. And Michael Storm is no exception."
"But neither am I."
"Just because I'm the champion doesn't mean that I can't go any higher. And I've already taken out one legend in Curtis Kanyon and I earned his respect - Storm has no reason to respect me other than this ten pounds of gold and leather but on Sunday night I'm going to give him one more reason. Win or lose, I'm still the AWF Champion - but I'm going to take it to him like I'm fighting for my career, like I'm fighting for life itself. I know a veteran like Storm isn't going to make it easy, and that's just the way I like it."
"I like it hard."
*eXXXstacy took the title belt off of him and ran her fingers over the gold main plate. She turned the belt round, and placed it over her waist, giving Jackson a devilish look.*
"You know what, Jackson?" she purred, "So do I..."
Jackson grinned. "Well there's only one thing for it..." he said, "How about I get some practice in? You be the undefeated Champion, and I'll be the hungry young up-and-comer looking to strip you of your gold... and everything else..."
He licked his lips. She shot him a cocky glance as she started to back out of the room.
"Ah-ah! You've gotta pin me down first!"
Jackson stood up, and struck a cheesy grappling pose as he started to follow her out of the room. Suddenly he stopped, and quickly jumped back down onto the sofa, grabbing his phone and then the Yellow Pages, which he slapped down onto the sofa with a heavy thump as he started to flick through the pages. Hearing the book hit the cushions, eXXXstacy called out to him from the hallway.
"Jackson, what are you doing now?"
He chuckled as he found what he was looking for, and began dialing.
"Just seeing if Erin Anderson is up for a little handicap match..."