[IGA] Prelude to Pandemonium [1 of 2] 10/30/02
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["In the Hall of the Mountain King by Apocalyptica begins to play as the camera
pans over the jam packed Staples Center for Devil's Night! The fans are on
their feet as fireworks go off all around the arena! The camera gets an aerial
shot of the double stacked steel structure before cutting down towards the
announcer's table moved towards the back of the arena for tonight.]
DeLuica: Ladies and Gentleman, tonight is Devil's Night! Directly infront of us
is a purely demonic creation of steel and concrete! The Devil's Playground!
Streamline: We saw what it did to everyone last year! If you go in there you
will NOT come out the same...if you even come out at all!
DeLuica: Malik Johnson, Mark Davenport, Tommy Danger and Todd Bishop are the
only 3 men who were in it last year that are even around anymore! Those 3 men
step foot inside the cage again this time with 12 more men who don't have a
clue what they're getting into!
Streamline: Also tonight you'll see Murda Express, Evolution and the Pimps of
the Nation battle in a number 1 contender's match to see who will take on
Breaking and Entering on Tomorrow night for the IGA World Tag Team Titles!
DeLuica: Also Michael McCarey, Lenny, Twiggy Saunders and Vile Vince Viper face
off in a 4 man tournament to see who will vie for the IGA International Title
against Lazz Sterling on Night 2 of our PPV!
Streamline: Sarah Mayson pulls London Matthews apart limb by limb as well!
DeLuica: In a match to take place inside of a Haunted House, Ryan Williams
looks to dethrone the self proclaimed Fight Club Icon Big Smoothe!
Delucia: Let's get on our opening match here on Prelude to Pandemonium, this
one holds some importance, the winner of this match will be placed in the 7
man ladder match for the IGA Junior Heavyweight title!
Streamline: Is that a reward or a punishment?
Delucia: Ummmm, not sure, anyways, let's get on to the match!
(The crowd sits, slowly anticipating and without warning the slight tab of a
cymbal is heard, then the hard rock guitars kick in with the heart pounding
drums and the bass that can rattle your body. All at a fairly fast tempo. The
lights dim as the first set of lyrics kick in.)
Announcer: Ladies and gentlmen, coming to the ring, weighint in at 215lbs, "The
Future", Xavier, Defy!!!!!!!!
Be my one, would you take my son?
Would you tell someone whether we had fun?
With you heroes, double zeros
Running circles a round you fears
I'm never ever falling again
Would you take my grace
Look into my face
With your limp handshake
And your smile that's fake
Would you back my fight
Say your down for life
Well it's easy to say
When your words don't mean
Nothing
(A huge pyro goes off of a bright white color as the lights come on and Xavier
Defy stands there with the lyrics and music still driving harder than ever.)
Anger makes me long for
A better way
You'll fear my strength
If I'm backed into a cage
Because I defy
I defy
I defy
I defy
I defy
See my fate, underestimate
I intoxicate while you emulate
With the losers and users
Sucking up to the abusers
And I'm never ever falling again
For the tricks you play
Or the fronts you claim
You just can't fade
The respect I've made
You're a parasite
You conform on site
You're the link in the chain
That was weak and
Always will be
(Xavier slowly stares down the crowd. As the crowd erupts into boo's and a few
small cheers. Xavier just smirks and slowly, yet cocky, walks down the ramp as
the song goes into the second chorus.)
I DEFY
I DEFY
I DEFY!!!
(Xavier rolls into the ring and awaits.)
Delucia: And now for his mystery opponent.
([the announcer looks around, and kind of shrugs his shoulders, he has
absolutly no idea who this guy is, and has no information on him.)
Streamline: Apparently the announcer is just as confused as you are, Delucia.
Delucia: Who said I was confused?
Streamline: You just look it.....
(All of a sudden, a man steps through the rope, wearing a Red Business suit,
with a gold shirt underneath, he is grinning from ear to ear.)
Delucia: Hey, isn't he that Lazlow guy?
Streamline: (sarcastically) Not sure, how many other guys in red business suits
and gold shirts do you know?
(Lazlow grabs the mic and breaks the confused silence, there are some cheers in
anticipation of the mystery man.)
Lazlow: Ladies and gentlmen, tonight is the night, and there is absolutly NO
better night than to debut my prodigy, my monster, my moneymaker!!!!
(the arena goes dim as Noodle's guitar is heard droning over the speakers. The
guitar riff repeats 4 times, and then the song begins)
"Look out, you soldier boy, and how
with that big gun in your little hand.
As you patrol this foreign land
hear the mine that clicks beneath your feet
heeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy WHOA!!!!"
Lazlow: Ladies and gentlmen, coming to the ring, weighing 220lbs, from the
rainy hell of Seattle, Washington, your new worst nightmare: HALLOWE'EN,
JACK!!!!!!
Delucia: What the hell?
(A tall figure steps through the curtain, the flashing strobes catch his black,
denim jumpsuit, blue vest on over it. His most intresting feature, however, is
the very detailed, realistic looking orange pumpkin mask, Lazlow applauds
excitedly as Jack glares at Defy through his mask)
"Now do you see the light?
Fading while your world is crumbling
OUT ON PATROL!
And all you can do is sit and stare"
(Jack takes a couple more steps forward and glares at his opponent, Lazlow
points excitedly at Defy, and taunts him loudly, but still barely heard under
the blaring music, white strobe lights rapidly beat the aisle as Jack walks up
very slowly, never taking his eyes off of Defy)
"As you sit here all alone
Will your buddies come and save your life?
And as the enemy appears
You see your life
Flash before your eyes"
(Lazlow pulls off Jack's vest and Jack slowly climbs the steps, grabbing onto
the top rope and stepping in the ring, STILL never taking his eyes off his
opponent, he leans back in the corner and puts his arms on the top rope as he
stares down his adversary)
"Heyyyyyyyyyy WHOA!
Now do you see the light?
Fading while your world is crumbling
OUT ON PATROL!
And all you can do is sit and stare
What revelation have you now?
What culmination to your speck of life?
Your moment in time
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
UNO DOES TRES QUATRO!"
(Lazlow walks over to the announcers table, grabbing a headset and sitting
down.)
Delucia: Is this some sort of joke?
Lazlow: Joke? Joke!? Watch the f**king match and you'll see how much of a god
damned joke this is!
(Defy doesn't know what to make of Jack, but he gets his game face on
nonetheless, Jack just kind of stares blankly at him as the bell is rung. Defy
charges at Jack, attempting a clothesline, Jack quickly ducks and begins
punching away at Defy in the corner, he irish whips Defy to the opposite corner
and charges at him, clotheslining him hard.)
Delucia: So far he isn't looking too bad...
Lazlow: (laughs) Wait for it....
(Jack picks up defy and gets him in a tie-up, Defy turns it into an armlock
behind Jack and turns it into a sleeper hold. Jack quickly reaches behind him,
grabbing Defy by the neck and pulls him over in a snap-mare, Defy gets to his
feet and they face each other. Defy dropkicks Jack's knee and he hits the mat,
but springs quickly back up, staring blankly at Defy once again.)
Streamline: Well he certanly can get up from a dropkick fast!
Lazlow: Still skeptical are you? You just wait.
(Defy run at Jack again, Jack sidesteps it and tosses him over the top rope, as
Defy gets to his feet, Jack runs at him and baseball slides him into the guard
rail, Defy hits it hard. Jack joins him on the floor, Defy takes a swing at
him, Jack ducks it, grabbing his neck, and driving him to the floor.)
Crowd: ooooooohhh!
Delucia: Neck breaker on the hard floor!
(Defy clutches his neck, Jack picks him up, and driving him back down onto the
floor with a DDT, the crowd pops as Defy grabs his neck some more, Jack tosses
him back in the ring and covers him for a pin)
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
(The crowd mostly cheers at the kickout, Jack picks him up and sets him up for
a powerbomb, but Defy backdrops him. As Jack stands up, Defy bounces off the
ropes and catches him in a flying head scissors. Jack lays on the mat as Defy
climbs to the top rope, he sets himself up and flips in the air, landing down
hard on Jack.)
Streamline: Textbook shooting star press by Defy!!!! How does your boy like
that? Lazlow?
ONE
KICKOUT!!!!
Lazlow: He seems to like it just fine, Streamline
Delucia: Kickout at one by Jack!
(Defy looks a little frustrated, he pulls Jack to his feet and drops him down
in a jawbreaker. He climbs up to the top rope again and flips forward this
time, crashing down yet again on his masked foe.)
Streamline: 450! 450!
ONE
KICKOUT!!!!!!!
Delucia: He kicked out at one again!
Lazlow: Still think it's a joke?
(Defy slams the mat and pulls Jack up again, whipping him off the ropes and
nailing Jack with a beautiful dropkick, Jack hits the mat hard, Defy walks over
to the corner and stands sideways, preparing to knock Jacks pumpkin-clad head
off his shoulders)
Delucia: Looks like it's super kick time!
(Jack stumbles to his feet Defy steps forward and sends a blistering super kick
Jack's way. As soon as he sees the foot, he drops to the mat, and the stray
kick catches referee Simon Jones square on the jaw)
Delucia: Jones is down!!!
(Defy looks down at Jones, Jack then stands up, Defy immediatly notices his
presence, turns around and nails him with a super kick)
(HUGE CROWD POP!)
Delucia: Super Kick! Super Kick!
(Jack hits the mat, Defy cilmbs on top of him, hooking both his arms and
locking his hands around his face)
Streamline: THE DEFY! THE DEFY!!!!
Delucia: Looks like your clown prince has had it Lazlow!
(Lazlow smiles at Delucia and Streamline He then satnds up and walks to the
ring apron in sight of Jack who Defy is wrenching back hard on, you can't
really tell if Jack is in pain or not, his mask is doing a good job of hiding
his emotions. Lazlow leans on the apron and smiles, he then takes his hand and
makes a cut-throat gesture across his neck towards Jack. Jack nods
understandingly, he then bends his arms back, and thrashes them forward,
breaking out of The Defy.)
Delucia: HE BROKE OUT OF THE DEFY!!!!!!!
(Jack rolls out of the way as Defy slams the mat angrily, he gets on his feet
and rushes at Jack, Jack ducks and Defy hits the corner. Lazlow sits back down
as Jack kicks him in the stomach and hoists him up, straddling the top
turnbuckle, he then climbs to the 2nd rope and wraps his arms around Defy's
waist, flipping him over and dropping him down hard on the mat in a northern
lights bomb.)
Lazlow: The Train Wreck! The Train Wreck!
Streamline: How the hell did he break out of The Defy?
Lazlow: Some joke huh? Who's f**king laughing now, asshole? I have some
business to attend to.....
(Lazlow gets up again and walks over to the apron, pulling it up and yanking a
table out from underneath. He unfolds it and sets it up a little distance from
the corner. The ref is still laying groggy on the mat)
Delucia: Come on Jones, snap out of it!!!!!!
(Jack picks up Defy again and pick him up for a suplex, but instead runs him to
the corner and drops him straddling the turnbuckle again.)
Streamline: Jesus, what now?
(Jack climbs up on the second rope again, he puts Defy between his legs and
lifts him up for a power bomb, then when Defy is up there, Jack steps up to the
top rope, and tosses Defy off the top rope, through the table on the outside.)
(MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!)
Delucia and Streamling (simultaniously): OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
(HOLY SHIT CHANT)
(Lazlow jumps up and down excitedly)
Lazlow: FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!!!!!!!
(Jack nods again as Lazlow rushes over to the announcer's table, quickly
putting his headset back on, picking up Defy and turning him around, holding
him reverse DDT style, he lifts Defy up so he is across his shoulder, he then
quickly drops him down in a sitdown tombstone piledriver on the floor.)
(HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!)
Lazlow: ALL HALLOWS EVE!!!!! ALL HALLOWS EVE!!!!!! ALL HALLOWS EVE!!!!!!!
(Lazlow tosses the headset away and rushes over to revive the ref as Jack rolls
Defy back in the ring, Jack climbs in and casually covers Defy as the ref comes
around, crawling over to the two.)
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!!!!!!
Delucia: Dear god!!!!!
Streamline: It's over! It's over!!!!!!
(Jack stands on his feet, Lazlow climbs in the ring and raises his hand,
Grinning from ear to ear and jumping up and down.)
Corlone: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner........Hallowe'en, Jack!!!!!!!
(Jack casually climbs through the ropes and walks away, with Lazlow excitedly
following him, clapping feverishly, the crowd boos the hell out of him as
paramedics and officals rush out to tend to Defy. They check him cautiously
before they put a neck brace on him, and slide him onto the stretcher, they
wheel him away as concerned fans cheer him.)
Delucia: I don't beleive that.........I really hope Defy is okay.
Streamline: Dear christ..........
DeLuica: Let's go to these comments recorded earlier this week!
[The Scene opens at the IGA Devil's Night/Requiem For
Pain pre-event press conference. The camera focuses on
a podium littered with microphones. The mics all have
different logos printed on them to indicate the
various networks each one belongs to. JP York makes
his way out onto the stage from behind the curtain and
takes up a position at the podium...]
York: First of all I'd like to welcome you all to this
press conference... we've got alot of ground to cover
so without any further delay I'd like to welcome out
onto the podium the man who will challenge Big Smoothy
for the IGA Fight Club Championship at Devil's
Night... RYAN WILLIAMS!
[Ryan steps out from behind the curtain as
photographer's flashbulbs light up the stage... he is
wearing a black sweatshirt that reads "Ryan Williams -
University Of Pain" across the front and "Class Of
2002" on the back in white print along with black
jeans that are ripped at the knees. He makes his way
over to where the podium is positioned and poses for
the photographers before taking the first question...
]
Reporter 1: Ryan... You've been a member of the IGA
roster for just over three months now and already
you're making quite a name for yourself and you've got
a shot at your first IGA belt this week. Are you
pleased with how things are progressing for you so
far?
Williams: You're damn right I'm pleased! I mean when I
made my debut back in August things didnt go too well
for me... I lost my first match on Combat Zone and I
was struggling to adjust to my role in the IGA for the
first month or so... more specifically I was finding
it hard to adapt from being the biggest fish in the
pond as I was in the IXWA to being a newcomer with
everything to prove here.
Reporter 2: You've been on quite a roll for several
weeks now though. To what do you attribute that to?
Williams: Simple... SLC. That match I had with Damian
Payne has got to go down as one of the greatest
matches of my career and not only that but many people
have said it was one of the greatest matches they have
ever seen... I get a real kick from that fact.
Reporter 1: Ryan... you mentioned Damian Payne a
moment ago. You seem to be focusing on your rivalry
with him MORE than your upcoming match at Devil's
Night... do you think this is going to hinder your
chances of walking out of this match as Fight Club
Champion?
Williams: You're kidding right? As far as Damian Payne
goes I've already kicked his scrawny ass more times
than I can be bothered to remember and I'll continue
to do so for as long as I see fit... there's no
rivalry I just can't stand the big jackass and thats
all there is to it! As for my match with Big Smoothy
there isn't a damn thing that is gonna stop me sending
his sorry carcass straight to hell in a bodybag!
Reporter 3: Speaking of Smoothy... he's seen fit to
put down your chances of defeating him at every
opportunity since this match was announced. What do
you have to say in response?
Williams: Goofy... I saw your little interview - if
you can call it that - from a couple of weeks ago.
You were asked about who you saw as your main
competition for the Fight Club Championship... a
question to which you replied that you saw me as
nothing more than... um... how did you put it? Oh
yeah... a "flea on the back of a big kick ass angry
dog"!
[Williams pauses and strokes his goatee for a moment
before smiling...]
Williams: I can see where you came up with the dog
analogy... I mean you DO go around sniffing people's
asses and I've had people walk over to me and tell me
about how they've caught you in the act of licking
your own testicles... quite an accomplishment NOT
because I'm shocked you can reach down that far but
because I wasnt aware that YOU had testicles to begin
with!
[laughter can be heard from the gathered masses...]
Williams: The fact that you assaulted me from behind
for the second week in a row on Combat Zone did
nothing to convince me otherwise... but I'm glad you
were there last week because you got to see first hand
the beating I dished out to your little buddy Vince
Viper! As for you being big and being a kick ass...
you're more like one of those little Chihuahua things
and the bad news for you is that Ryan Williams ain't
no flea... nuh-uh... I'm more like a badass dog
catcher and you're just another stray animal for me to
take to the pound... you don't believe me? TRY ME! I'm
outta here!
[Flash bulbs light up the stage once more as Williams
salutes the gathered crowd and strides back behind the
curtain as numerous reporters try to fire questions at
him to no avail as we fade to black]
[Buzzing florescent lights lit up the worn marble, tiled floor of a small room.
The low buzz was broken periodically by a small television with the volume
turned on low. It's flicker of the screen showing in an odd mixture on the
walls combined with the already radiating fluorescence. There as another
shadow too. One of a form, standing, moving very little. Added to that low
hum was the rip, tear every so often of Johnson & Johnson cloth medical tape.]
[Around the corner the camera view went and there stood the form of Tommy
Danger, back to the camera, his head low, but eyes up, that methodical wrapping
of his left wrist his current task. Ice blues were locked to the television as
it played a tape. On the screen it showed the likes of Ricky Steamboat and the
Macho Man Randy Savage locked in their epic battle at Wrestlemania III.
Steamboat with a text book slam to weaken the back. Savage with a chop attack
on the chest, trying to expose an old injury. Steamboat with a roll up.
Savage with a kick out. Savage with a cover after a back elbow to the jaw.
Steamboat with the kickout. Steamboat with a high vertical suplex and Savage
using the momentum to roll it over for a cradle. Back and forth they fought.
Holds and counter holds. A wrestling match to exceed all others at the
monumentous event. Tommy, arms still crossed now looked back at the camera,
then back to the screen watching the match unfold. The silence in the room was
broken by that of only the voices that carried from the tape, until his low
quiet cool broke that hum.]
Tommy Danger: In December of 1985 I witnessed my first, live wrestling card.
It was at the Memorial Auditorium in Burlington, Vermont. I saw Billy Jack
Haynes lose by disqualification to Hercules Hernandez. Wild Bill lost in his
debut to Mr. Perfect, Curt Henning in a classic match. Afa and Sika, near the
end of their careers, battled to a draw with the Hart Foundation of Bret Hart
and Jim Niedhart.
[Tommy nodded in the direction of the screen.]
Tommy Danger: Then there was these two.
[The camera panned to see Steamboat guillotined by Savage, only to kick out]
Tommy Danger: That night I thought I had witnessed the most technical wrestling
match I had ever seen. I had been a fan since I was all of nine years old, and
at 15, the excitement was doubled at seeing it live.
[Tommy turned to watch the end of the match, Steamboat rolling Savage into a
small package and garnering the three count and winning the World Wrestling
Federation Intercontinental Championship. He then fast forwarded the tape when
he was done wrapping his wrist. He sniffed back once.]
Tommy Danger: Almost 100,000 people saw that match live.
[He simply stated about what the TV had just played.]
Tommy Danger: Not to mention it had the highest bought and watched rating for
any Pay-Per-View event.
[He shook his head.]
Tommy Danger: It is still considered one of the greatest, all time matches in
wrestling history.
[This time the tape was stopped and paused as Tommy spoke in his low tones.
Frozen in time on the monitor was the great champion of the old NWA, Ric Flair.
The Nature Boy was a throw back to the days of the original Nature Boy, Buddy
Rogers. Before that, there was Gorgeous George. All with one thing in
common... wrestling. Though these men were rule breakers in the eyes of the
fans, what they did in the ring, was wrestle. They knew the holds and how to
counter them. In this particular match, in which Ric Flair defended against
Kerry Von Erich in 1984. In what Flair would eventually call one of his
toughest matches (in an off the record interview in 1991 with Stu Saks and
mentioned briefly in an article two years later), Flair lost the title in a
classic back and forth match to the popular, former World Class champion. On
the TV screen, that match played out. Three weeks later, he won it back.]
Tommy Danger: Love him, or hate him, Ric Flair will stand as the most talented
wrestling champion in history. By the end of 1999, The Nature Boy had won the
NWA World title nine times. It was combined into the WCW title in mid 1994,
assuring Flair the record for times most held. And he did it by wrestling.
Though some of his reigns were tarnished by the interference of the Horsemen on
several occasions, when it came down to it, Ric Flair could beat you hold for
hold. I even had occasion to wrestle Ric Flair while in the CWA.
[He paused and sorta smirked.]
Tommy Danger: I was beaten cleanly.
[Once more the fast forward button was hit and soon stopped. This time, frozen
in time were the two masked forms of the Masked Tiger and the Manchester Kid.
This match took place in September of 1976 and was considered, by many who
witnessed the match at Madison Square Gardens, the match that really changed
the scope of wrestling. Not only were holds made and counted, but the ropes
were utilized so that the moves became high flying and daring. Tiger and the
Kid battled for 76 minutes before Tiger nailed the Kid with what today would be
called a hurricarana to win the match. What many don't realize, and still
don't know today as that under the mask of the Tiger was a young Riki Chosu.
Under the mask of the Manchester Kid? The Dynamite Kid, who would go on to
fame as one of the British Bulldogs, as well as one of the most sound technical
wrestlers of the 80's.]
Tommy Danger: I first saw this on a video tape when I became a fan. It was one
of the most breath taking matches I had ever seen. I still go to the tape to
glean information from it. Ever learning in my quest to be the best.
[The TV played on as another match started, this one showing Rick Steamboat
versus Ric Flair in February of 1989. Steamboat would win the NWA championship
that night, then defend two weeks later in a two out of three falls, 90 minute
match, but the screen was forgotten as Tommy turned.]
Tommy Danger: Fast Forward. 2002. Now we have names like Todd Bishop. Sean
Smith. Devon Case. Saul Akiva. Pandemonium. Caleb Temple. Jean Paul
Valley.
[He narrowed his eyes as he clicked off the VCR and sniffed back once,
pausing.]
Tommy Danger: Scottie Page. Simply Sadistic. Corey Irons. The Extreme War
Machine. And Tommy Danger. The Most Dangerous Man In Sports Entertainment.
[Tommy continued in silence for a few moments as the camera sat there focused
on him. He pulled on his white boots and laced them up. Patted them down to
make sure they had some give. Pulled on an Armed & Dangerous T-Shirt and let
it dangle, untucked as he rose, looking at the camera again, pointing.]
Tommy Danger: The most dangerous man in sports entertainment today is not
dangerous because he can throw a man off the apron and into a table. He is not
dangerous because he can light someone on fire or beat them with a bat. He is
not dangerous because he can go 60 minutes in an empty arena, surrounded by
barbed wire, bleeding near half to death!
[Tommy's voice had begun to rise.]
Tommy Danger: The most dangerous man in sports entertainment today is not
dangerous because he can survive all kinds of insane death matches. Or scaffold
matches. Or table matches. Or whatever today's wrestlers wish to use to beat
his opponent in, or sadly now-a-days, out of the ring.
[Tommy shook his head and lowered it, looking at the floor, in the zone now.]
Tommy Danger: No. The most dangerous man in sports entertainment today is not
dangerous because of any of that. Nor is it because my last name is...
[He looked up and smirked that smirk.]
Tommy Danger: ...Danger.
[His voice lowered as he looked at the camera and closed the gap.]
Tommy Danger: I am the most dangerous man in wrestling today because I can out
wrestle every single one of you in that ring.
[He was pointing off in the distance like at some unseen ring.]
Tommy Danger: The Todd Bishop's. The Sean Smith's. The Devon Case's. The
Saul Akiva's. The Scott Stylz'. The Caleb Temple's. Even the Jean Paul
Valley's. I challenge you to find your roots. Beat me at my game. You bring
your chairs. You bring your bats. You bring your bowling balls. You bring
your barbed wire. Bring what you need to bring to beat me. Because that is
the only way you are going to beat the most sound, technical wrestler in the
game today. I am going back to our roots. Our history. So bring what you need
to bring, but make sure you bring your notebooks most of all.
[He stopped and ran his hand through his hair, calming a bit.]
Tommy Danger: Corey Irons. Scottie Page. Bring your notebooks. Bring your
Band-Aids. Bring what you need to bring because come Requiem ... you will be
taken to school.
[The camera cuts to earlier in the week. Tha Arena was empty of fans but the
scraping of feet could be heard on the wooden floor of the basketball court. It
was Arco Arena, home of the Sacramento Kings. The court was painted purple and
silver and the crown was in the middle. The players were on the court doing
their warm ups for the game that would start in a few hours against the Memphis
Grizzlies. Great fun, but as the camera panned back to the stands there sat a
lone figure. The bright purple hair was back and gave it away as much as that
classic face belonging to Miss London Matthews. Booted feet were rested on the
seat infront of her. Simply attired in blue jeans and a black independent
skater logo t-shirt. Her silver cell phone was cradled between her cheek and
her shoulder.
'Hello.. Is this the California Medical Facility in Vacaville California?"
London asked as she looked over the court. One of her friends was down on the
court. Hm, she'd have to go talk to him in a little bit. She paused, listening
to what the person on the other side said.
"It is? Great! Listen, my name is London Matthews, and I have a ...friend....
who needs to be checked into the Facility." She paused again and listened to
what the other person on the phone said.
"I know you don't normally just take random people. But this is a serious
case." London rolled her eyes as she was once again cut off by the person on
the phone. Glancing up those dark chocolate eyes caught site of the cameras and
she made that motion with her hands that the person was talking too much. "Yes,
yes I understand that. But you see, she needs serious help. Just last week she
was having hallucinations and delusions and believes that the fans are all out
to get her. But that just isn't true.
A grumble came from those lips as the women was once again cut off. London was
starting to lose her patience. "I tell you, she's a serious threat to herself.
You need to come get her now. Before she does something that can hurt herself
or the fans." Ahh, finally they were getting somewhere. "Good, I'm glad you
finally see things clearly now."
London pulled a piece of paper from her jean pockets and looked at what was
written there. "Her name is Sarah Mayson, and she can be found at the Hyatt
Hotel in Sacramento. She is currently in room 215." THe paper was folded and
slid back into her pocket.
"Thank you so much ma'am." London said happily. "About how long until you guys
pick her up?" She listened again and nodded her head, a grin playing over those
glossy lips. "Great! Thank you and have a wonderful day!" She stressed the
words wonderful day. Booted feet slipped to the ground and she stood up. She
spotted her friend again and jogged down the stairs to the main court where
arms were quickly slid around her waist and she was spun around.