Post by plague on Sept 8, 2012 2:42:24 GMT -6
The sun is up and shining brightly on this early September morning in the little town of Darlington, England. Barely a cloud in the sky as a light breeze wafts through the small car park. A few cars are parked outside a large warehouse type structure. We've been here before. The Outbreak Academy headquarters in Darlington. The base of operations of Plague's thriving gymnasium company. The large glass front reflects the cars and the few people making their way inside.
The crew are looking bleary eyed from the flight as they unload their camera gear from the rented van. They move in and out of the reception dropping off the equipment getting set up for Plague's promo.
As we move inside into the office further inside the building Plague is once again on his phone. The electronic curse of a business man and a returning professional athlete. He's already changed into his red and white Venum training shorts and a old battered U.K. Crew T-shirt and pacing in his flip flops.
It's seven in the morning only the dedicated few can be heard warming up out on the mats pounding their feet jogging about having a chat about the weeks happenings.
Why isn't Tumbles here? What do you mean he's hired a gym? But he knows he has free reign to come down here.
You know it's full circle this, we used to be the ones going round destroying companies and this business and now it looks like this business has destroyed us.
Yeah, no bother amigo I'll catch you later.
He puts his phone on the desk and kicks off his flip flops and makes his way out of the office. He glances over to the reception and sees the crew starting to set up. So goes off to start warming up with the students.
A few moments pass, one of the crew has whipped out a smaller hand held camera and starts filming. Presumably footage for the OW website.
A few meatheads come out of the changing rooms and make their way over to the weights and machine part of the warehouse as more bodies start to populate the gym. As the camera man keeps filming we can see Plague and few students stretching off under the supervision of the man we know as Fruit.
After a few more minutes Plague jumps up and grabs a fluffy white towel off a nearby shelf. he mops a small amount of sweat from his brow as he walks over to the reception area of the gym. The main camera is set up in front of a large black leather sofa.
A few sofas are around the area. A desk over to the side of the entrance with a multitude of shelves with neatly folded t-shirts stacked high in various colours. A couple of gi's hang from hooks and shorts, supplements and various other gear.
Plague walks over to the large refrigeration unit next to the desk and grabs a water, takes a slurp and sits down for the promo.
Right are you ready? We're ready and rolling.
Well first off guys thanks for making the long trip here for me. But I suppose it's only fair considering I was expected to go a long way and interrupt my training and my schedule here for you guys.
But you know what I'm not stupid. I know all this is just part of the business. Just like all the things I hear and see on the dirtsheets on the net. Hell I've had various conversations with the guys here about things.
Why would you go back? Why would you risk it all for one more run? Is it true about the Crew?
He moves the bottle up and takes another swig wetting his dry throat.
Well first off why wouldn't I come back? I'm not quite past it yet you know and I guess in a way I still have something to prove. Not to internet morons calling me and the guys has beens. I think we pretty much have the legacy in place to have to never prove a thing to anyone ever.
I got e-mails and phone calls from the company offering me large sums of money to come back. But that's not the reason, I have money I'm very successful and haven't blown my money from the glory days like others. I was more intrigued in the one last run that was on offer with my brothers in Brown Ale. We had the chance to come together one last time after we all seemed to go our separate ways.
I'm a busy family and business man, Stu-E is living the quiet life up in rural Scotland. Well as quiet as he can be anyways and Tumbles, well I hear he has a little card shop somewhere in town and prefers X-box to the gym rat life he was famous for.
He chuckles to himself at the card shop comment, takes a breath before continuing.
But you know what? It's not the same. Things have changed we see twice a year if we're lucky and I guess I'm exaggerating about Tumbler. We see each other quite regularly. But this was a chance to relive the past again. Live fast, die young.
But it looks like this business is finally ripping us apart. Yeah it all looks good on the surface. Helping each other out pulling stupid pranks at the shows. It all started with that arrogant prick Lee who thought he was the leader. The be all and end all. he lat the World titles go to his head and thought he was bigger than the Crew. But...
Naa I'm not taking this further. We need to change this...
he stands up and throws his bottle into the bin.
Look guys this is over. I have training to do, but most of all I have a couple of phone calls to make and some bottles of Brown Ale and cans of Fosters to go buy.
He begins to walk off towards the office as the camera fades out on the back of the U.K. Crew T-shirt on his back
The crew are looking bleary eyed from the flight as they unload their camera gear from the rented van. They move in and out of the reception dropping off the equipment getting set up for Plague's promo.
As we move inside into the office further inside the building Plague is once again on his phone. The electronic curse of a business man and a returning professional athlete. He's already changed into his red and white Venum training shorts and a old battered U.K. Crew T-shirt and pacing in his flip flops.
It's seven in the morning only the dedicated few can be heard warming up out on the mats pounding their feet jogging about having a chat about the weeks happenings.
Why isn't Tumbles here? What do you mean he's hired a gym? But he knows he has free reign to come down here.
You know it's full circle this, we used to be the ones going round destroying companies and this business and now it looks like this business has destroyed us.
Yeah, no bother amigo I'll catch you later.
He puts his phone on the desk and kicks off his flip flops and makes his way out of the office. He glances over to the reception and sees the crew starting to set up. So goes off to start warming up with the students.
A few moments pass, one of the crew has whipped out a smaller hand held camera and starts filming. Presumably footage for the OW website.
A few meatheads come out of the changing rooms and make their way over to the weights and machine part of the warehouse as more bodies start to populate the gym. As the camera man keeps filming we can see Plague and few students stretching off under the supervision of the man we know as Fruit.
After a few more minutes Plague jumps up and grabs a fluffy white towel off a nearby shelf. he mops a small amount of sweat from his brow as he walks over to the reception area of the gym. The main camera is set up in front of a large black leather sofa.
A few sofas are around the area. A desk over to the side of the entrance with a multitude of shelves with neatly folded t-shirts stacked high in various colours. A couple of gi's hang from hooks and shorts, supplements and various other gear.
Plague walks over to the large refrigeration unit next to the desk and grabs a water, takes a slurp and sits down for the promo.
Right are you ready? We're ready and rolling.
Well first off guys thanks for making the long trip here for me. But I suppose it's only fair considering I was expected to go a long way and interrupt my training and my schedule here for you guys.
But you know what I'm not stupid. I know all this is just part of the business. Just like all the things I hear and see on the dirtsheets on the net. Hell I've had various conversations with the guys here about things.
Why would you go back? Why would you risk it all for one more run? Is it true about the Crew?
He moves the bottle up and takes another swig wetting his dry throat.
Well first off why wouldn't I come back? I'm not quite past it yet you know and I guess in a way I still have something to prove. Not to internet morons calling me and the guys has beens. I think we pretty much have the legacy in place to have to never prove a thing to anyone ever.
I got e-mails and phone calls from the company offering me large sums of money to come back. But that's not the reason, I have money I'm very successful and haven't blown my money from the glory days like others. I was more intrigued in the one last run that was on offer with my brothers in Brown Ale. We had the chance to come together one last time after we all seemed to go our separate ways.
I'm a busy family and business man, Stu-E is living the quiet life up in rural Scotland. Well as quiet as he can be anyways and Tumbles, well I hear he has a little card shop somewhere in town and prefers X-box to the gym rat life he was famous for.
He chuckles to himself at the card shop comment, takes a breath before continuing.
But you know what? It's not the same. Things have changed we see twice a year if we're lucky and I guess I'm exaggerating about Tumbler. We see each other quite regularly. But this was a chance to relive the past again. Live fast, die young.
But it looks like this business is finally ripping us apart. Yeah it all looks good on the surface. Helping each other out pulling stupid pranks at the shows. It all started with that arrogant prick Lee who thought he was the leader. The be all and end all. he lat the World titles go to his head and thought he was bigger than the Crew. But...
Naa I'm not taking this further. We need to change this...
he stands up and throws his bottle into the bin.
Look guys this is over. I have training to do, but most of all I have a couple of phone calls to make and some bottles of Brown Ale and cans of Fosters to go buy.
He begins to walk off towards the office as the camera fades out on the back of the U.K. Crew T-shirt on his back