In a World Of Trouble | Dicky Guerrero (1)
Oct 31, 2018 15:35:22 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Oct 31, 2018 15:35:22 GMT -5
AXW | FINAL FRONTIER
Skinny Pete, flanked by a squabble of midgets and his trusty slave Big Dick, walks down the halls of what was once his home. AXW's 'Final Frontier' has rolled around and Pete wants revenge on the federation that saw him ridiculed and bullied - how's he doing that you may wonder? Wrestling, of course. See, Pete isn't your typical wrestler, he's not even your typical man; skinny and scrawny, the size of a hobbit and the face of a rat - Pete is an oddity when it comes to normality. A former porn director turned stock-hold owner of one of Europe's biggest wrestling federations, Pete is an anomaly in the realm of pro-wrestling. Last time this company saw him was the night after XHF's Supremacy event - where he was revealed by V to be a 'Russian Spy' - which was partially true, due to his connections with the Russian Mafia whom he once sold adult movies to on a regular basis, but the term 'spy' was evidently not true - despite claims laid down by Duke Kosloff and AXW's owner.
Dicky Guerrero: You sure 'tis is safe hermano?
Skinny Pete stops in his tracks, turning to face his man-gimp; eyes stern and cold - furious that this foul beast would even dare open it's mouth. He snaps, his voice nasally and Southern - high pitch with a tone of arrogance.
Skinny Pete: Of course dis is safe, whatchya mean - I know what I'm doin' when it comes tah wrasslin' - I been watchin' teh pro's do it for months!
Dicky slowly nods his head, agreeing with his master and not wanting to say any more; knowing next time Pete will have his head. While 'Big Dick' often finds his master to be wrong in many a occasion, he's learnt to bottle up his emotions and keep them quiet - fear abolishing the truth - and just like always, in this instance, Pete was wrong again.
Skinny Pete: Yeeeeeeehaw! It's good to be back in AY-EX-DUB! Have y'all missed me?
A collective "NO!" is heard.
Skinny Pete: Awh, I knew y'all would come around. I see we got us some new stars here. Well allow me to in-tro-deus myself! I am, SKINNY PETE! The greatest star, ref, and interim-GM to EVVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRR step foot in AXW! And V-dizzle, I'm coming back for my title, as the owner of 49% of AXW. The EFF-DUB-AY WILL RIIIIIIIIIISE AGAIN! YEEEEEEHAW!
Skinny Pete jumps into the ring, only for all three men to stomp away on him. They pick him up, trading blows, and then all together throw him out onto the midgets and Big Dick, spilling into a mess onto the floor.
[...SKINNY PETE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED...]
BB Gunn: Good grief. I was getting a head ache.
Security is quickly all over the fuck-knuckles outside the ring, and quickly escort them to the back. A timer quickly reappears on the clock, counting down to the next entrant.
A collective "NO!" is heard.
Skinny Pete: Awh, I knew y'all would come around. I see we got us some new stars here. Well allow me to in-tro-deus myself! I am, SKINNY PETE! The greatest star, ref, and interim-GM to EVVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRR step foot in AXW! And V-dizzle, I'm coming back for my title, as the owner of 49% of AXW. The EFF-DUB-AY WILL RIIIIIIIIIISE AGAIN! YEEEEEEHAW!
Skinny Pete jumps into the ring, only for all three men to stomp away on him. They pick him up, trading blows, and then all together throw him out onto the midgets and Big Dick, spilling into a mess onto the floor.
[...SKINNY PETE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED...]
BB Gunn: Good grief. I was getting a head ache.
Security is quickly all over the fuck-knuckles outside the ring, and quickly escort them to the back. A timer quickly reappears on the clock, counting down to the next entrant.
The backstage doors to the venue slam open as Diamond Casino security launch Pete, Big Dick and the flock of midgets out into the cold wet streets of Ohio. Before the door slams shut, one of them says - 'never ever come back again'. Pete roars in anger and jumps to his feet, kicking over a trash can in his haste and stamping his feet upon the wet chilly ground - puddles upon puddles of mud and piss caking Dicky and the midgets. Pete drops to his knees as rain begins to pour, covers his face and squelches into his hands. Big Dick gets back to his feet - walking over to his master, making sure he's okay. He pats him on the back.
Dicky Guerrero: Everything be will alright hermano; we for you here.
Skinny Pete launches Dick off of him in a fiery rage, the man slave hitting his head on the concrete ground as he slips. Pete cares none-the-less, shrieks into the cold open air and almost Gollum-ly-like runs off to find his trailer. Once found, he enters suite and starts the engine - driving off without a word and leaving Dick to survive on his own - well, with the midgets of course.
OCTOBER 8TH | SOMEWHERE IN OHIO
Dicky Guerrero was lost without his master - he was deprived of meaning, no money, no income. For the past few days he had slept on the streets of Ohio alongside the midgets, whom perished day after day due to an influx of measles. The ones who did survive were in poor condition, barely any food was available - no shelter to call home. Guerrero's head was still aching from when Pete struck, but that was the least of his troubles - looking after his small friends was his main worry. He wasn't able to sleep at night - not out of fear from being lynched, but because he wanted to make sure his midget pals were okay - if they were gone, who else would talk to him? Who else would give him meaning? They meant the world to him, almost as if they were his own children.
October the eighth is a special day - see, for a few weeks now advertisements have been circling around town that a circus was coming to town- not just any circus, but a midget's circus. Dicky had been counting down the days on his fingers - he had a plan to save his friends. All he had to do was speak to said circus owner about signing the midgets up - with Dicky joining aswell, as to help with selling merchandise, tickets or snacks - that way they could all stick together, earn an income and live in freedom.
Fast forward a couple hours and the plan was successful, the circus owner had agreed to signing the midgets - with Dicky being used to clean out their shit in the caravans. While it wasn't quite what he was hoping for, it means he can stick with his miniature mates who should have a blast working shows with their own kind - that's all that matters to him.
However, a few hours later and bad news struck. Skinny Pete was back in town. Dicky found out through Timothy, one of the midgets with telekinesis. Pete eventually found the circus, knowing it would be where Dicky was hiding.
Skinny Pete: WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?! DITCHIN' ME?!
Pete slammed Dicky up against the caravan, slapped him around the face - then spat at his feet. Dicky put his hands up in surrender - he don't dare hit his master.
Dicky Guerrero: I sorry hermano! I- I- I think didn't coming back me for!
The enraged rat slaps him again and again - he spits in his face as he talks - Dicky is scared for his life.
Skinny Pete: I WENT TAH SPEAK WITH MY FRIEND FROM TEXAS! I WOULD NEVER DITCH YA!
Dicky squeals in fright - he repeatedly says 'lo siento' 'lo siento' 'lo siento'!
Skinny Pete: Sorry ain't good enough! Anyways, where's mah midgets at?!
Dicky's face goes white - these poor midgets don't deserve to go back to such a despicable owner. He wants to lie, but he worries Pete will get angry at him. Screw it, for these midgets, he'll take any punishment.
Dicky Guerrero: I lost them hermano!
Skinny Pete: YOU LOST THEM?!
Dicky Guerrero: Si!
Skinny Pete punches Dicky - knocking a few teeth from his mouth and bloodying his nose.
Skinny Pete: FUCK'S SAKE! Well at least you didn't lose yaself! See, I just spoke teh my friend from Texas named Sheriff Law - he's been signed to this wrasslin' promotion in Los Angeles! Now I don't want mah legacy in this beesknees to be remembered as the shitstain of AYY-EXX-DUB! But then again - I don't wanna lose any more matches - so I signed ya up to fight for me!
Dicky Guerrero, shocked, bloodied and battered looks worried - he's never wrestled in his life. He doesn't want to go back to Pete - he wants to stay with his friends forever! But he can't risk giving them away - he has to do this.
Skinny Pete: So what ya say, ya in?
Dicky contemplates it for a long time, blood still trickling from his nose. He has to say yes, for the sake of the midgets.
Dicky Guerrero: S- S- Si hermano...
Skinny Pete shouts in victory and runs off back to his trailer - shouting for Dicky to get his stuff packed (which he has none) and to meet him back in the trailer. Big Dick drops to the floor and covers his face, he doesn't scream or roar in anger, he simply cries. This is goodbye. He'll never be free. Not from Skinny Pete. Never.
The midgets find him on the floor crying - they heard all the conversation - but were simply too small for Pete to see. They console him and tell him they love him. He promises he'll be back one day. One day he'll return to them and the midget circus...
But for now, he's a wrestler.
In a world of trouble.