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"....I always choose to look at things realistically." ..[debut].. Shifty, Raven
None yet / everybody else
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Debuts suck. 2BC by whoever possesses interest.

~The scene opens backstage in an empty hallway. The cameraman walks along for a while, until he walks through an open door, into the building's stairwell. It is dimly lit, as the only people there are a few superstars who stuck around to take advantage of the facility's free gym. Apparently though, there was a cameraman who needed some good footage to keep his job, because he was out hunting around for anything he could get. Lucky him, he spotted someone sitting on the stairs in a very Raven-esque fashion. Arms resting on his knees, head down with his hair over his face, the light vaguely making out his shape. He lifts his head up, and brushes the hair back out of his face before speaking, all while never acknowledging the camera.~

Man~"I find solitude to be quite peaceful before anything important. A match, a first impression, whatever. They say that nobody knows you better than you know yourself, but it's not really until you force yourself into confinement, that you can figure yourself out, and learn to co-exist with the negatives that you otherwise never would admit to having. All in all, that statement is false, as most statements made by 'they' are. The world is filled with people who create their own hype, who wear an image of something that they would like to be, just to create an impression. People hiding behind facades constructed of fallacies. It's sad, really. But this world that we're forced to live in is a very sad place. Most people just don't realize it, because they're caught up in their own imagination. That's not a bad thing, but imagination considerably changes as you mature. When we were young, we'd imagine that we were superheroes, fighting off invisible criminals, or cowboys, shooting the arrow-slinging Indians. As we grow, that which exists in our fantasies consists more of money, and possessions, and image. Why should we care now? Basic thought was meant to be how it was when we were children, that's why it was the first thing we learned and resorted to. Somewhere, someone started to make things complicated, and then that became the norm. So now, people like myself are the ones who are labeled as 'complicated', or 'troubled'. Why? Because I have a realistic outlook on life and the people living it? Drag me to the executioner if that's a crime, because I'm definitely guilty. For seeing beyond the veil that is slipped over our eyes, I'm not misguided, I'm enlightened. I know the real negatives, and learn to appreciate smaller positives. You stub a toe, you get pissed off and whine, when until you lose a leg, you really have nothing to complain about. We've become weak as a species. I hide behind nothing. So, I don't use my real name in the ring, so what? I've had the nickname since I was twelve, it's practically my name anyways. I don't hide behind anything, because I don't feel the need to. I'm not concerned with how I'm perceived by the ignorant population. What you see, is what you get, and what you get.... well, even I haven't figured that out yet."

~The man pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts. He scratches the goatee on his chin, and continues.~

Man~"But one thing that I'm completely sure of, is that now is the time for me to ascend the ranks here in W2K. It was great accomplishing all the things that I've accomplished in the past, but they are exactly that, things of the past. I'm ready to live for the future, I'm ready to live for the now. It just so happens that W2K is the next stop in my journey, the place I've been given to further cement my legacy. How I will add to my already stellar resumè, remains to be seen, but have no doubt that it will be done at one point or another. Don't mistake my confidence for arrogance, please. The last thing I need is someone else getting the wrong idea about me. I've already got people taking stabs at me, it's not easy looking like I do. Seriously, there's probably not anything that you can find that I haven't heard before. Even though everything said is simply based on a generalized stereotype of my appearance, and is completely false, therefore giving me no reason to even care what is being said, it still gets tired and old. Rainbow, pixie, makeup references, drug addictions, I've heard it all. After seven years of it, I'm not impressed by much, especially the people who can't put up, and won't shut up. Oh, and pardon me for not introducing myself sooner, but the name's Shifty, maybe you've heard of me."

~He pushes his long multi-colored hair out of his face, and gives the camera a clear shot of his image for the first time. Most people would remember him from WWoW, or PWF. And his fans, the most loyal of all, following him from his journey beginning in Mexico, leading until today.~

Shifty~"So what exactly am I? It's such a huge question, and the questions that people generally ask me, only give me the chance to show just a little bit of what I am. And in their lack of good questioning, they are left to assume the rest with stereotypically false ideas instead of simple core truths. I do want to say, however, that as much as I yearn for people to just understand me, really, it's only their desire, that I desire. In actuality, I enjoy the fact that many people don't understand me. But maybe, it's because I don't even fully understand myself yet. But I do understand one thing. I understand that whether it be God, Allah, Buddah, or Yahweh, there is a very real and very active higher power out there, and that higher power did send his very real son to die a very real death for all of us. How do I know this? It's like anger. We don't see anger, but when we see holes in the wall, and smashed furniture, we know that it exists, and that it is very real. But yet, in that same sense, I am unreal. You can't see the smashed furniture. Unreal, because you could never look into the holes in my walls. But why? Because I choose not to reveal myself. I mean, I put it out there for the world to see, but if you can't grasp it, then that's your own misfortune. But I will give hints, nothing ever too revealing, but it keeps you coming back, and wanting more. Besides, the mental picture that you paint of me is far more interesting than the real live thing standing in front of you, right? You may never know, but perhaps I can shed some light on that. I am an mysterious creature. I am unlike any person, especally unlike any man. When you enter my reality, you enter with the full expectation something amazing will happen, however that amazement cannot be created without a little love, a little openess, and a little faith. You enter my world at your own risk. I will not apologize for any of my actions and I will not expect you to apologize for your own. Come into my world, and yours may appear dull. Enter my reality and you will want to change your own. This is your risk, I am telling you not to, but of course, you control your own destiny. I revel in a kind of beauty only I can see. It is darkness, yet it is light. It is beautiful. It is curiosity. It is bliss. It is purity. Yet despite all this, it is danger. And best of all, it is mine, and I will never let it be yours. At this point, you seem to be interested in it, so I will attempt to show you what it is, if you dare. But I can't make any promises. You must be genuinely curious, you must want it. And also at this point, I really don't think you're prepared for it. I mean, running into a force such as mine, when you're a much greater power, as you claim to be. Well, it may just cause your entire foundation to come crumbling down recklessly. And your reputation, your hype, the foundation that you sit so high upon, you wouldn't want to wreck that, would you?"

~Shifty stands up, and begins walking down the stairs, reaching the bottom. Before he parts ways with the camera, he looks into it one final time.~

Shifty~"I'm not speaking to anyone in particular, just the general population of the almighty ignorant and the all-knowing arrogant. Of course I'm speaking in sarcasm, but if I don't refer to them in the ways that they view themselves, how will they ever get my message? Well, here's a message that's suitable for everyone. I'm going to make another mark in the history books, no matter what date, what venue, or what opponent. Doubt my vision if you like, but just remember, I always choose to look at things realistically."

~He chuckles to himself momentarily, before turning his back to the camera, and finding a door that leads back out into the main hallway of the backstage portion of the arena. The scene fades to black, as W2K finds something probably far less interesting to roll footage of.~

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|| Do you know what it is like going through life better than everybody? It's hard. ||

Earlier today a black stretch limo pulled up to the W2K arena, dropping off a brand spanking new W2K diva, scratch that, a brand spanking new W2K Queen. She stepped out of that limo, long legs, nice body, and perfect long blonde hair with dark shades covering what you all my assume to be perfect green eyes. She strolled down the hallway looking for nothing in particular, checking out the local arena. She was definately not amused by the outside, and still not that amused by the insides either. She rolled around the corner in her white high heels, spying the local talents. Nothing out of the usual, hookers, and sluts were her only so called competition as norm. She headed towards her personal locker room, because God-forbid they roomed her with the street walkers that worked as vallets and girlfriends, dirtying her ring before she entered to take the show by storm. The Queen looked around her room, it wasn't anything to brag about, but then again... She was The Queen so she could brag about herself, who would seriously brag about a stupid fucking locker room? Not her, there were far better things to go on about. Like her amazing looks and oh so perfect track record. These people were lucky to have the eleven time women's champion, hardcore champion, tag team champion, three time diva of the year, among other things, on their roster. They were paying a pretty penny for her alone, and if they hired her former stable, they'd be paying out the ass, but making so much money when the fans realized that Kronik was working for the W2K. Because damn it all, this is Stephanie Starrett they are here for. Not the local trash scene they've been forced to watch as of late. Melina? Who gives a flying ass fuck about a crack whore tramp like her? No one, that's who. So you see, having Stephanie Starrett is like having a celebrity on your line up. Throw her on the actual card and you've got gold, and not just what will be around her waist in weeks, fuck that, days to come. The Queen smirked, this was just another [well paying] pay check. The camera feded out after the fans got a glimpse of what was to come in the oh so near future.

Cut to the end of Shifty's debut, you find him exiting the into the main hallway. An all to familiar face is seen leaning against the wall near the corner of the corridor, a smirk on her face as she waits for him. Shifty didn't seem to notice her as he passed, she slipped a foot out just as he was about to step, tripping him in the process.

[Shifty]: What the fuck...?

The blonde merely snickers as she watches him stumble, his cat-like reflexs kicking in to stop him from face planting on the floor. Quickly checking to see who or what had gotten in his path.

[Stephanie Starrett]: My, my, my... You know Shift, you outta be more careful where you're going. But then again you're heads in the clouds, you almost walked right past me without even saying hello. Now that just wouldn't be right. I mean hell, I thought we were friends.

Shifty has to do a double take as he looks over the woman. She seemed familiar and different at the same time. She let out a quick laugh that convinced Shifty that he knew exactly who it was.

[Shifty]: Stephanie? What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me?

[Stephanie Starrett]: Not likely. Guess these people just know talent when they see it. Got a call a couple weeks back, these people said they needed talent, and they wanted me. Figures as much, I am quiet well known for being awesome.

[Shifty]: Thanks to me.

[Stephanie Starrett]: BULLSHIT! I was awesome way before I even met you. In fact I made that team look good.

Shifty and Stephanie shared a laugh together for a minute before Stephanie smirked in her usual fashion.

[Stephanie Starrett]: So what the fuck's been up since we last saw eachother?

She asked leaning back against the wall waiting for him to reply.

|| Out of fucking character ||: you get the idea

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RE: "....I always choose to look at things realistically." ..[debut].. Shifty, Stephanie Starrett
Stephanie Starrett / everybody else
More than enough to make you look ridiculous
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so my ma got a happy meal earlier, and got the kung fu panda toy in there. it makes noises, and scares my cat. great fun.

~He was fairly confident in the fact that she was just making conversation, as Shifty liked to stick to the usual routine, just with different details. Regardless, if he told her now, which would make at least the fifth time, she might get it. But after all, she knew him just as well as anyone could, and realized the desire to be ever-changing inside him. He decided to oblige.~

Shifty~"Same old shit. Kickin' ass, transforming deep thought into the art of song, and somehow managing to remain misunderstood the whole time."

Starrett~"You? Noooo...."

Shifty~"Believe it or not."

Starrett~"Have you happened to talk to Nos lately?"

~It was always about that guy. So what if he and Shifty had won numerous Tag Team Championships together? So what if KroniK was the most dominant stable in WWoW at one point? So what if he was the best thing to happen to Stephanie? Alright, let's catch up for the people who don't know. Shifty and Nos meant down in New Orleans, where Nos lived, while Shifty was on spring break during his senior year of high school. Shifty had already done some independent work, and Nos, who at the time was fired up on tequila and hot wings, expressed his interest in wrestling. Shifty invited him back up to Detroit, and the two traveled around, forming the second (and if I do say so myself, much better) edition of KroniK. Yeah, they thought of it during a 'That 70's Show' style circle burn, so what? Anyways, they became one of the most innovative and dangerous tag teams in the business. Skipping ahead after a few championship reigns, glory got to Nos' head a bit, and he was eager to show that he could be something without Shifty at his side. No disrespect intended, or so he says, but would your best friend take kindly to you saying that you could do better without them? Probably not, and neither did Shifty. Long story short, they fought, made up, fought again, and made up again. They were on good terms now, they just weren't anywhere near as close as they used to be, especially with Nos giving up on the wrestling business. Now that you're caught up, let's get back to the present.~

Shifty~"I talked to him a few months ago, he's living in Lansing now. He's given up on the heavy stuff, just smokes now. Really cleaned himself up, says he's lookin' to get his life going in the right way. Says he wants to be in the UFC."

Starrett~"Wow, him? I never would've guessed it."

Shifty~"Yeah, there's a lot you never would've guessed about a guy who spent most of his time walking around in a haze consisting of cocaine, crystal meth, and who knows what pills. I'm just glad he got all straightened out, but I'm afraid his love affair with the drugs cost us our friendship. It's a shame, really."

Starrett~"It is. You two used to be inseperable."

Shifty~"Until you came along."

Starrett~"What's that supposed to mean?"

Shifty~"I wouldn't let him stick his dick in me, so you gained his attention a little more than I did."

Starrett~"There's just some things that I can offer that you can't, I guess."

Shifty~"Like, an open vagina?"

Starrett~"Like, fuck you?"

Shifty~"Ya know, in most cases, I would be quick to say no to that, especially considering that you spent, what.... almost a year and a half? Knocking boots with my best friend, but I must say, you have definitely upgraded."

Starrett~"Thanks, I guess. I find it ironic that I have to dig through your words to find the ounce of compliment in them, even when before this 'upgrade', as you call it, you were at one point quick to jump my bones."

Shifty~"Ouch. But we all saw how well that worked out. Anyways, to what do we owe the change?"

~By now, Shifty has leaned up against the wall across the hallway from her. He was completely relaxed in most everything he did now. Attribute it to the marijuana catching up to him, or to him being enlightened. Either way you choose to go, you're probably a little bit right.~

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|| Do you know what it is like going through life better than everybody? It's hard. ||

So she had changed a few things, like her pretty new chest, tattoos, and wardrobe. She'd been feeling awkward since her last break up with Nos and figured it was time for a change. Stephanie looked over herself. She smiled at her new improved self.

[Stephanie Starrett]: I had time and money between jobs. I looked in the mirror one day and figured that it was time for a change. It wasn't anything extensive, new breasts, couple tats, went shopping A LOT, and worked out till I had the body that I wanted.

[Shifty]: And just what exactly was wrong with your old one?

[Stephanie Starrett]: Meh, it was starting to get squishy.

Shifty let out a chuckle as she said that. She shifted her feet which caused her hips to also moved. Steph watched his eyes as they watched her hips move. She smiled lightly, this was different than the usual attention she had gotten from him.

[Stephanie Starrett]: I guess I'll assume that my improvements are good ones?

[Shifty]: What makes you think that?

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, watching his eyes move slightly up and down with her movement.

[Stephanie Starrett]: Your obvious attention to my new figure for starters. But I'm sure you have lots to do.

Shift just smiled, he wasn't exactly ashamed, they had a pretty open friendship. Stephanie pushed herself up off the wall as she started to turn down the hallway towards her locker room.

[Shifty]: What's your hurry? I've got lots of time.

[Stephanie Starrett]: No hurry really, I'm just starving. All they had on that fucking plane was nuts and flat soda. Guess that's what you get when you're stupid travel agent decides to be a bitch.

She said making her way towards catering with Shifty following closely.

|| Out of fucking character ||: you get the idea

|| Do you know what it is like going through life better than everybody? It's hard. ||

Stephanie hadn't really thought all to hard about it. She was bored after leaving the wrestling scene and when the call came, she figured it was better than chilling on her couch watching porn and wasting all of her money on shoes, belts, tats and tanks. Wrestling was her thing, it always was. Her knee was back to one hundred percent and she was ready to rumble. Shifty being in the same place was pretty much a plus, at least she had someone to talk to. Stephanie sat her plate down on an empty table and took a seat as Shift placed his ass on the table pulling his legs up underneath him.

[Stephanie Starrett]: I guess I was tired of being at home. Felt like testing the water, seeing if I still had it. Haven't had a match yet so here's hoping I do. But then again, I'm the fucking Queen so beating these little skanks around wont be all that difficult.

[Shifty]: Still stroking your own ego?

[Stephanie Starrett]: Someone has to. Not like I've got some big stud beside me to tell me how smokin' hot I am anymore.

Stephanie said wolfing down a rather large piece of sandwich in almost a bite and a half. Shifty watched slightly amused by this.

[Shifty]: Now I know why Nos was always in a good mood, aside from the drugs that is.

Stephanie flipped him off as she washed down the mouthful with a drink of her Diet Coke.

[Stephanie Starrett]: Sounds like someones jealous that they didn't get the same treatment. But then again you never wined and dined me quite like he did.

[Shifty]: Oh yes, because Hooters is so classy.

[Stephanie Starrett]: I happen to enjoy Hooters.

[Shifty]: You would.

Steph pushed him off the table and watched him once again catch himself mid fall.

[Shifty]: Stop doing that!

[Stephanie Starrett]: Stop being an idiot and I'll consider it. So why are you here anyways? I mean, hell you could be all over the world doing whatever you want, whenever you want with whomever you want. Why W2K?

She said taking yet another large bite of sandwich. What? It's a fucking good sandwich.

|| Out of fucking character ||: Maybe I don't give a fuck?

|| Do you know what it is like going through life better than everybody? It's hard. ||

Stephanie looked at him and smirked. She missed the witty banter that only Shifty could keep up with, whenever she tried to get Nos going he got frustrated and said that her and Shift were to much alike. But then again, she already knew that.

[Stephanie Starrett]: I don't recall saying I missed you at any point in our conversation. And for your information, I'm not a whore, so yeah it's been a while since I've had a decent fuck. Then again, the only decent fuck I've had worth remembering was Nos. The others were merely okay at best.

She says not even blinking, her face as straight as can be. Shifty arched an eyebrow at this comment. He wrinkled his nose a little at her comment. She took another sip of her Diet Coke as she watched the look of confusion on his face turn to amusement.

[Shifty]: Your memory always did suck.

[Stephanie Starrett]: It's working pretty decent as far as I can tell.

[Shifty]: I don't think it is. If it were working correctly you'd remember the fun we had those nights.

[Stephanie Starrett]: Oh I remember them just fine.

A smirk crossed her lips as she watched him. They were at a stand still for only a minute before he spoke again.

[Shifty]: Care for a refresher?

[Stephanie Starrett}: You just want to take my new bod for a test drive, don't you?

Steph says sliding her plate out of the way as they stare eachother down.

|| Out of fucking character ||: Maybe I don't give a fuck?

|| Do you know what it is like going through life better than everybody? It's hard. ||

[Shifty]: Here's what I'm going to do. For two years, the ball was always in my court, I made all the decisions for our group. Now, I'm passing it off to you. I'm going back to my locker room, I need to clean up. You know the routine. And if you don't show up.... I won't hold it against you.

Stephanie sat there as she watched him get up and leave. She sits there pondering the situation for a minute or two. Last time they'd been in this situation she'd made the first move, and now... Well she didn't have to do that much thinking. She got up out of her chair and headed out of the catering area towards her locker room. Steph slipped into he room, changing quickly into a pretty revealing pink and black mesh top. She fixed up her hair and checked her make-up in the mirror quickly, not making any huge changes that Shift could possibly pick up on. Stephanie exited her room, but then recalled that he had never told her which locker room was his. She wandered down the hallway for like ten minutes before she heard his guitar. Stephanie didn't exactly bother to knock as she let herself in, which didn't really surprise Shifty as he looked up slightly, watching her enter.

[Shifty]: For a moment there I wasn't sure you were going to take me up on the offer.

[Stephanie Starrett]: Yeah well, you kind of forgot to mention which locker room you were in, so it took me a minute. And I wasn't really rushing or anything.

[Shifty]: Guess that part slipped my mind.

[Stephanie Starrett]: So are you going to play me a song?

Shift was still strumming along as she sat down in a chair across from him. She watched his fingers moving along the strings slowly as he looked at her.

[Shifty]: You didn't come here to listen to me play with this guitar.

[Stephanie Starrett]: Honestly, no. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the music does it?

Stephanie asked now looking back up at him. This time it wasn't a stare down, but more of them trying to read one another. Which really doesn't work all that well when you're both thinking "What's are they thinking about?".

|| Out of fucking character ||: What if I don't want to? Did you ever stop and think about that part?

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