Toxxic 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 Michael Stephens’ motel room Sunday, 25th July, 2006 It’s a hard life, being an SWF superstar. The constant travel is wearing, and many wrestlers can’t cope with the stress from being away from their home, their family, their loved ones. Michael Stephens never really got that; he left his family behind in Britain to move to America and wrestle, and although he bought a nice house in Sacremento, it was never a home - more a place to crash. He’s already got on the phone and told the letting agents who’ve been renting it out as a holiday home not to take anymore bookings so he’s got somewhere to come back to after this - frankly quite bizarre - World Tour is over, but he never feels more homesick on the road than he does the rest of the time. And of course now, at least he has some family travelling with him. From behind him, a muffled pounding on the wall tells him that Amy wants him to turn the volume of the TV down. Just like being in their parents’ house… ‘An hour has gone in this World Cup match, and Ecuador have just conceded a free kick. It’s probably about 25 to 30 yards out and David Beckham looks to be shaping up to take it… he’s already missed one this afternoon…’ “Come on you bastard,” Stephens mutters, hunching lower as he sits on the end of the motel room’s bed, “you’ve done bugger-all else worth watching this year…” ‘It is going to be Beckham, he’s stepping up… …Beckham… …IT’S IN! IT’S IN! England are 1-0 up!’ “YES! GET IN!” Michael Stephens, formerly known as Toxxic, the Straight-Edge Sensation, and the current holder of the most prestigious title in professional wrestling, just fell off his bed in delight as David Beckham expertly calls the ball up and over the Ecuadorian wall, causing it to kiss the inside of the post and end up nestling in the back of the net. Mike gets up and jumps about the room, roaring in delight and punching the air, while Amy bangs on the wall some more and curses that her brother managed to find the BBC on the cable provider. Then Michael Stephens stops jumping around. He stares out of the window. Without looking around, he scrabbles on the bed for the remote and jabs the mute button, silencing the TV as he continues to stare. Then he dives for the phone and dials a three-digit number. Amy has a corner room, so has a view of two sides of the motel building. ‘Wot?’ “Amy, look out the window.” ‘You wot?’ “Ames, just look out the bloody window, aight?” ‘Alright, alright, I’m lookin’ innit?’ “Do you see anyone?” ‘Nah man.’ “You looked out the other one?” ‘Mike, I’ve looked out both the fuckin’ winders, ya get me? Yer don’t believe me, come an’ have a look yerself! There’s no bugger out there!’ “…I suppose it’s a pointless exercise to ask you if you’re sure?” ‘Not unless you want a fuckin’ thump. Now, wot’s this about?’ “I just thought I saw someone,” Mike says, still looking both ways out of his window, “don’t worry about it.” ‘Yeh right, you thought you saw someone an’ it just happened to make yer shit yer pants. Jus’ like you got all worried in that other place we stopped in last week when you did that weird shit round the two trucks. I’m not stupid-’ “Could’ve fooled me.” ‘Shut the fuck up, innit! You’re worried ‘bout something or someone, an’ I wanna know who!’ Michael Stephens puts the phone down. A few minutes later there’s a knock at his door. He ignores it. The knock comes back, harder and louder, and many years sharing a house with his sister means Mike knows full well who it is who wants to speak to him. He turns the football up and, with grim determination, watches England hold on to their 1-0 lead and go through to the World Cup Quarter Finals. Not once does he look out of his window. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 Toxxic has a stalker? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted June 26, 2006 See the 'Shadows' promo from last week for further info. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted June 27, 2006 Fuck England, I wanted Ecuador to win. Now I only have Italy to root for. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Angel_Grace_Blue 0 Report post Posted June 27, 2006 Spike, didn't you get the message? The U.S. lost, so Americans can stop caring about soccer for another four years. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodSpikeJenkins 0 Report post Posted June 27, 2006 Would be easy if most of my friends weren't Spanish and/or Italian. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sly 0 Report post Posted June 27, 2006 Hah... friends. That's a good one, Spike. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted June 27, 2006 ‘An hour has gone in this World Cup match, and Ecuador have just conceded a free kick. It’s probably about 25 to 30 yards out and David Beckham looks to be shaping up to take it… he’s already missed one this afternoon…’ “Come on you bastard,” Stephens mutters, hunching lower as he sits on the end of the motel room’s bed, “you’ve done bugger-all else worth watching this year…” Untrue, he's been pretty decent for Real despite them having a mediocre season. *looks around* I'm the only one who actually cares, right? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
