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Post by Tyler Debonair on May 8, 2021 11:56:49 GMT
^^^April 16th, 2016: He sat in his usual chair in “the day room”, playing with the chess pieces on the board in front of him. He hadn’t been at the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital for very long but had already, for lack of a better way of putting it, made friends there. One of them was right now standing in the corner of the room, talking with the current CEO of the facility, Professor Maurice Duckett. He took the Rook in his hand, rolling it softly between thumb and forefinger as he watched his friend animatedly throwing his hands around in exasperation whilst Professor Duckett attempted to calm him down.
He couldn’t quite understand what it was that was angering his friend, but he knew that he’d find out later when they sat down for lunch, if he didn’t come storming over to him beforehand, moaning about “the man” or how “the establishment” needs to be brought down by them both and whoever else they could pull together to build an allied rebellion of some kind. “Federalist” he’d said a few days ago whilst helping Julia, the head orderly, clear up “the day room” and that word had stuck in his cerebral cortex for a long while after...^^^ ***Present day: Tyler Debonair is sat in the living room of his Northern Quarter home, feet up on his glass coffee table, hair is all shaggy as he’s just got out of the shower and dressed in his lazy gear of a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and black vest, cup of coffee in hand whilst he is watching the most recent events on Monday Night Mayhem, via Netflix. Suddenly something falls from a great height in front of him and lands on the coffee table near his feet, he pulls his legs back and sits upright, looking at the Manila envelope that’s just been dropped onto the table, then up at Casie who’s standing there with one hand on hip*** Tyler: ”What is this?!”
Casie: ”That, was nailed to the notice board at The Courthouse.”
Tyler: ”What?! Did you see who left it there?”
Casie: ”No clue, it was there when we opened up this morning. MJ wanted to open it, but then we saw your name on the front.”
***Tyler looks quizzically at the envelope on the table, then picks it up as he flips it over and begins to tear it open slowly. He reaches in and pulls out what appears to be a few sheets of paper. He turns them over and looks at Casie as he throws down three enlarged photographs of an incident that took place on Monday Night Mayhem. Tyler can be seen outside the ring, in the dark with Mickey Kinkade, TJ Alexander is inside the ring and that guy... That strange guy with the half face paint is perched on the turnbuckle, in the next photo he’s flying off the turnbuckle onto Alexander and in the final one he and Tyler are locking eyes. Casie sits beside him as he pushes the photos away and sits back*** Casie: ”What the heck is this?? Who is he and why would someone send you these?!”
Tyler: ”I’m just as confused as you, Cas’ but this guy... I’m pretty sure I know him.”
Casie: ”Really? How?”
Tyler: ”Well, kind of... I was at the pub with Mercy the other week and while she was up getting drinks, I’m sure this guy came up and started talking to me... At first I thought I was having a relapse, hearing things but something about him that night...”
***Tyler senses something in Casie and feels he should probably calm himself down a bit and shrugs it all off. He starts to put the photos back into the envelope when he thinks he may have spotted something... Just as he does Casie stands back up and begins to head out of the room*** Casie: ”Okay... So you ready?”
Tyler: ”Ready? Oh! To watch the students at The Courthouse? Ahh... Yeah I had a couple of things I needed to sort out this morning, I was about to text you before you walked in actually, go on ahead I’ll meet you there.”
Casie: ”You sure? I mean I can wait?”
Tyler: ”No, really... I’m good. Just a few things I need to do that should have been done last night. Let the guys know to just go on and I’ll be there to see how they’re getting on.”
Casie: ”Is everything alright, Ty?”
Tyler: ”Yeah! Course! Why?”
Casie: ”Just checking... You’re my nephew, I wanna be sure you’re good!”
***The two smile and Casie gives Tyler a wave as she grabs her jacket and opens the front door of the house. He quickly grabs the photos and envelope and begins to study them again, noticing something right near the bottom of one of them... He shoves them all into the envelope and runs up the stairs to his office.
He sits down at his computer and fires everything up, turning to a cupboard underneath the PC, Tyler also turns on a scanner and grabs the photograph he noticed something different about. He places the photo in the scanner and opens the program, waiting for it to do its job. No sooner has Tyler placed the photo into the scanner, than it beeps indicating the process is over, he pulls the photo up in the editing program and scrolls to the bottom where he thought he saw the weird thing. He balks suddenly and raises an eyebrow as he sees what appears to be morse code on the bottom of the photo... .- ... / -.-- --- ..- / -.- -. --- .-- / - .... . / - .-. ..- - .... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / --- ..- - --..-- / -- . . - / -- . / .- - / - .... .. ... / -. .- -- . ... .- -.- . --..-- / .. - .-..-. ... / -. --- - / -.. --- .-- -. / ... --- ..- - .... .-.-.- / -- .- -. -.-- / .- / - .. -- . / .. - .-..-. ... / .-- .- - -.-. .... . -.. / --- -. / - ...- / -... ..- - / -. --- - / - .... .. ... / --- -. . / .-- .... . .-. . / -.-- --- ..- .-..-. .-.. .-.. / ..-. .. -. -.. / -- . .-.-.- Tyler quickly opens up a web browser and goes straight to a translator where he types in the morse code he can read, on the photo*** Tyler: ”As you know the truth will out, meet me at this namesake, it’s not down south. Many a time it’s watched on TV, but not this one, where you’ll find me... Okay what - the - fu... I need to call Abe man!”
***Tyler, looking quite bewildered and at the same time annoyed grabs his cellphone and begins dialling a number as the scene slowly begins to slip into darkness...***
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^^^November 23rd, 2016: One night before Thanksgiving and now over six months after he walked through the doors of the facility, he is sat on his bed reading through a copy of “The lost book of Enki” by Zecharia Sitchin, the shouts and screams of the others echoing and reverberating down the corridors, but muffled as he tunes them out and keeps them locked away, separate from his own thoughts. He is so zoned out that he doesn’t hear the orderly call him once, twice then a third time. It isn’t until he pounds on the open room door does he look up^^^ Orderly - “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wondered if you needed anything and to remind you, med call is in half-hour.”
Patient - “That’s okay, no I’m good. Yeah I’ve got it, thank you... Oh no, wait before you go! Do you know if he’s, ok?”
^^^The Orderly watches him for a moment, then there’s a flash of recognition on his face and he nods^^^
Orderly - “Doctor Rayna said she’s sure it was a minor episode, he’s sleeping it off, on the medical wing, should be back here in the morning.”
Patient - “Good... It’s her last week here, isn’t it? Doctor Rayna?”
Orderly - “Yeah, it is. You guys will be getting a new Doctor called Hankem I think they said his name was... Anyway, I better get back. Remember, half hour.”
^^^He mock salutes as the Orderly leaves, turning to his book once again, continually checking the one ceiling level window then the door between pages^^^ ***Present day: Tyler is walking along one of the busiest streets in Manchester, passing many retail areas and coffee shops, before he spots the man in a long overcoat, black brimmed hat and work shoes sat outside a coffee shop, reading a book that Tyler doesn’t recognise. The man looks up and a beaming smile crosses his face as he stands and extends his arms, his name is Abe Greenberg, his son Asher is the fiancée of his sister Mercedes and currently neither she nor anybody else knows they’re meeting right now. Oh, Abe is also the head of the Greenberg crime family out of Hell’s Kitchen, New York. He places his hands on Tyler’s shoulders and places two kisses on either cheek*** Abe: ”Tyler! My boy! I have not seen you since, well what has it been my boy?!”
Tyler: ”It’s been around two years now, Abe. How have you been?”
Abe: ”Oh you know me, mate. Still flying between the two homes, still struggling with idiots wondering how an Englishman sits at the head of the table at a family gathering in The Big Apple, still trying to sort the wheat from the chaff both back home and here and most important of all...”
Tyler: ”Keeping an eye on MJ and Ash...”
Abe: ”You’ve got it fella! And how about you? How’ve you been? On the phone you said you had a weird one for us?”
Tyler: ”Yeah man, there’s been some weird stuff going on in the last week or so! Firstly I’ve got this guy following me around, then he sends me this letter... Then he shows up last week on Mayhem! At least, I think it was the same guy. Now he’s sending me these photos with weirdly encrypted ciphers on them!”
***Tyler shows Abe the letter from “Darius” as well as the photos of the guy who showed up on Mayhem last week and the morse code with translation. Abe squints and reads it before bursting out laughing as he passes all the stuff back*** Abe: ”Well firstly I can definitely tell you they’re one in the same, in fact I’m surprised you haven’t clocked it yet, Tyler.”
Tyler: ”Clocked what? What do you mean, Abe?”
Abe: ”Oh no, that’s your journey mate... I’m just here to advise you. But your little code there, is telling you to go to Albert Square. It’s a fictional place on television show here called Eastenders but there’s also a real place with the same name, here in Manchester... It’s literally about ten minutes from here.”
Tyler: ”Oh really? What’s the easiest way of me getting there?”
Abe: ”I’ve got a car around the corner don’t you worry, I’ll take you there. Tell me though mate, have you heard from him recently?”
Tyler: ”Not in a while I’ll be honest, he tried to reach out, I’ve tried to catch up because I’ve missed him but since then I’ve had no contact... You?”
Abe: ”Id say no but I’d be talking absolute crap. He’s called me three times since you’ve been out here to see if we’ve spoken.”
Tyler: ”And you’ll be calling him once you’ve left me, to tell him we’ve met right?”
Abe: ”Nah... You told me it was important this was kept strictly in-house, so it will be. But what do you know of this bloke anyway?”
Tyler: ”I’m not sure... His entire aura feels very familiar, like I can’t shake it and he says we know each other but... What do you remember of my time at Resnick, Abe?”
Abe: ”That does sound weird... Not a whole lot if I’m honest with you, kid... Your sister had mentioned something about a new type of therapy they were trialing with you, but that was about it. She’d said it was going well, just before you saw yourself out.”
Tyler: ”So much of this just feels off... I dunno. Anyway, I’m grabbing a coffee before we head out, you want anything?”
***Abe shakes his head no, as Tyler stands and heads into the coffee shop, leaving the old family friend to go back to his book as the scene slowly begins to dissolve....
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...We reopen a little while later at our final destination of Albert square, specifically the Manchester Town Hall. Tyler Debonair is sat in a green area just outside the front entrance by himself on a stone bench type structure with one foot up and resting on his knee, looking around... Abe has left him here alone it seems, to meet with the person who sent him the code. He inhales deeply then sighs*** Tyler: ”You know, when I first accepted the contract offer to fly out to England and become part of IIW, I never thought things would turn out for me, the way they have... I mean on one hand I’ve walked into this organisation and put down every man that’s stepped in front of me, from Ryan McCann to Christopher Hawkins and everybody in between! I’ve taken out the likes of Curtis and Mickey Kinkade although that rat keeps getting up again! And then you’ve got the International Title match, out of sixteen participants here I stand against two other, shall we say, unconventional, opponents?
But then you’ve got the other side of what’s happened to me since I’ve got here... The incident right after I beat Curtis in the tournament match, where the lights did some weird stuff, the message on the screen and me disappearing from the arena, waking up in a warehouse in New York City, a similar incident during the Hollywood Title match, where myself and Mickey Kinkade in the ring, along with Eclipse Deimos who was for some reason in the crowd, disappeared after yet another crazy light show and message... Then there’s this this sketchy guy turning up out of the blue, professing to be an ally, helping me out when things are looking tough numbers wise but can you really trust people like that?! And speaking of things looking tough numbers wise TJ Alexander and Mickey Kinkade thought they’d done a thing when they buddied up trying to come firstly for Thomas Stone, then not only for me but also for my girl? And my sister?
Well boys you’ve seen first hand how Tyler Debonair handles situations like that. Kinkade you want to talk about how Tyler is all talk and doesn’t walk the walk and yet it seems like I’ve been here and up in your face every single time you’ve been fixing to open your mouth, hoss! You were all bark yet no bite whenever you wanted to talk about me outside of the ring but whenever we faced up you always had your trusty chair with you, so we never got a fair shout to see exactly who really is the Pod boss so to speak, spoiler alert Mickey it’s not you! If anything boy you’re probably an Officer Cadet but that’s about it.... Let’s see what you can bring to the ring at Worlds Collide when we finally get a sanctioned match, when we do this properly!”
***Tyler stands up from the stone bench and looks around, surveying the area for any sign of the guy or anyone else he may be there, to meet. When he first arrived, Albert Square was teeming with life but now, only a few people seem to be dotted around the area, as droplets of rain begin to fall. Tyler looks back at the town hall as he pulls the hood on his top up over his head, as he continues*** Tyler: ”Then we’ve got my two as I said before, unconventional opponents for the International Title, starting with TJ Alexander... If of course that is your real name? I mean I can’t be too sure given the revelations my friend Thomas Stone has already exposed about you, man... I mean, you walk into IIW, you sign a contract with IIW, then the first time you introduce yourself to the IIW Universe you’re quite literally rewriting the words of another athletes promo he cut, that didn’t even have a thing to do with this organisation and thought you could get away with it! And what’s worse is that you somehow seem to be getting so damn lucky here Alexander! But not on my watch!
I’m starting with you here, quite simply because I’ve got to see your arrogant, self serving, conceited shell on not one, but two occasions next week at Worlds Collide, meaning you’re unfortunate enough to take not one, but two meetings with Satori, you’ll find yourself making not one, but two Transfigurations! If you’re stupid enough to show up for the tag match I figure you’ll also be dumb enough to come at me in the International Title match too because you just have a way of... Being there, like those creepy crawly critters I mentioned before.
You were pitted against Kinkade in this tournament when you were first exposed and outed for the fraud you are but somehow, somehow you managed to survive past Mickey TJ and you escaped into the next round and then, when you faced Thomas Stone again! Again with Kinkade involved, amongst the chaos and confusion somehow! Some way! YOU ended up being the one who advanced into this final against me... I’ve seen you step into the ring twice and barely land a punch or tie up once and yet, here we are... Heh! Funny the way life goes isn’t it? And yet here’s me, busting my guts, dropping people left right and centre including the man who at Worlds Collide is attempting to take the IIW World Title from Jake E Dangerously! I’ve not heard one word from you since you attempted to “redeem yourself” TJ and I’ll be shocked if I do... But if I do, rest assured redemption will be the last thing going through your brain, hoss...”
***Tyler watches intently as people begin to rush past him, whilst the rain seemingly gets heavier. Not all at once, still sporadically and still sparsely but enough to make him suspicious of almost every man, woman, couple and even dog walker who does pass by. He continues to think as he taps his chin before going on*** Tyler: ”Now, the way this match has turned into a triple-threat hasn’t surprised me, but I’ve got to admit that I am shocked at both those who’ve made it to the final, with me. I will admit though the second guy definitely has risen to the occasion from where he started out! Savage Grace?! This guy walked through the doors as a curtain jerker on IIW Combat and I’ve got to give credit where it’s due because his brute strength and talent coupled with the nous for exploitation that Eddie Zam has, has put him in the position he’s in now! Standing in the ring opposite yours truly in an International Title match at Worlds Collide! And how does Savage Grace feel about this you ask? Wouldn’t we all like to know? But none of us do because Zam can’t keep his mouth shut long enough to let him tell us!
Let us just backtrack to how Eddie and Savage blindsided Jason Hunter before his tournament match against Travis Blake, then somehow just entered Grace in his place... Bewildered! But we move on, then let’s refresh our memories that Zam spat in Blake’s face and smacked him with the clipboard, Grace didn’t do a thing and yet... He advances, seeing a pattern here folks? And then during Savage Grace’s next tournament match against Mark Alessio... Eddie Zam ACTUALLY CRACKED HIS OWN CLIENT IN THE HEAD WITH A CHAIR! In order to get Alessio disqualified and advancing Grace into the final once more. I mean seriously? If you can’t admire that... What can you?”
***A slightly sadistic grin begins to slowly creep over Tyler’s face as he says this. He chuckles and shakes his head, he wages his finger as he tips his head back and allows the pouring rain to fall on him, cleansing him as it were*** Tyler: ”Oh Eddie, I like you, hoss... Really I do. You’re legitimately funny, in that animal caught in the trap kind of way. You’re intelligent, in that undercover cop sat between two hitmen scenario... You did something I don’t think I’ve personally ever witnessed someone do for their client, partner, friend or whatever in this industry and that shows great intuition Zammo! But you know what else it shows? Your hand... You’ve essentially already let it be known how far you’d be willing to go, in order to get your hands on that belt. And sure you’ll say ‘oh no Tyler, I’m willing to go much further’ but to me it seems you’re willing to do almost anything except set foot in the ring yourself...?
I’ve yet to hear anything from your client, Zam and I’ve got the feeling I never will, so I guess I’ll address you and he can listen. He’s bigger than you, he’s better than you and he, should he so choose, could place you six foot into the ground... But considering he’s choosing to do as you ask or tell him right now he’d better be ready for an all out war because as big and tough as he is, I’ll be there to take advantage of the laziness I’ve seen him show and you can rest assured, Zammo, I won’t be in a position you’ll be able to exploit at any time either...
I need to ask you though Eddie, are... Are you ok?! Seriously I’m a little worried for your well-being! Because I’ve been listening to you man and I’ve got to say when you speak I’m getting a lot of flashbacks to my time at the hospital and believe me when I say, that’s not a good thing! You say I’m too weak to “accept my true self”? I put it to you Mr. Zam that you’ve never formally met Tyler Debonair yet! But don’t worry, you soon will and then you’ll realise the flaw in your thought process because if you truly knew anything about me, you’d realise I know my true self as well as everybody else’s, in depth and in detail...”
***Tyler walks towards the entrance of the town hall but stops short as he thinks he’s seen something, or someone, watching him. He turns but spots nobody in particularly, so walks back toward the door of the town hall that’s now standing ajar, stopping just before going in*** Tyler: ”I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about when you speak of offering your hand, Zam... I’m not sure what kind of distraction tactics these are?! Do you not know, Tyler Debonair is the one who helps people?! I am the one who saves people! And once all is said and done at Worlds Collide, when the smoke has cleared, the dust has settled and the decrepit stench of Mickey Kinkade’s breath has disappeared... I will have saved Savage Grace from YOU! And if you’re lucky, I’ll have saved you, from yourself! As I said hoss, are you ok?? You know delusions of grandeur would land you in Resnick at the snap of a finger...?
Savage Grace... You big beast, I know you can hear me and I know you can understand every single word I’m saying. I know that you are a formidable opponent, or at least I know you COULD be, if you didn’t have that self-appointed mouthpiece over there speaking for you and doing things for you, that basically give you zero chance of proving yourself in the ring... Zam doesn’t even want you having the belt, he wants it for himself and it’s a dying shame because quite frankly neither you, TJ nor Zammo are getting that belt. I’ve fought tooth and nail since arriving in the IIW for my shot! I’ve busted my ass for this belt and I won’t let anyone stand in my way!
So TJ Alexander... You continue to pretend to be something and someone you’re not, you attempt to make amends in your heart and your mind because your aura and your soul will still not allow you to be that man and I’ll take care of you, at Worlds Collide... Savage Grace, as much as I believe you’ll be my toughest competition going into the PPV next week I still can’t help but feel you’re nothing more than a puppet being controlled by a man who just seems to have no moral compass or direction in his life currently and no actual perspective to what he wants to do... And that very man, Eddie Zam, or should I call you Eddie SHAM? Because I’m not sure what your game is but I will figure it out, but right now all I can see is that you appear to believe that if you stand there and chat the utmost rubbish in some weird, convoluted way, making no sense at all... People won’t want to deal with you and will just look the other way allowing you to progress with whatever weird plan you’re hatching. But like I’ve told you, Zammo, I’ve lived with people like you... I know people like you, I’ve dealt with them as I will, you... I mean I’ve never said a word about going to hell and back for starters and what is your obsession with Barbie dolls, hoss?!? Trust me; I’m not the one who should be thankful you’re not in the match...”
***With that Tyler turns to walk into the town hall, but before he does he hears what sounds like a bike bell directly behind him and spins around in time to see a thick Manila envelope drop onto the stone bench behind him. As he approaches it, he spots a bike courier cycling through the square, away from him... Curious, Tyler grabs at the envelope and proceeds to tear it open, without waiting. He drops the envelope back onto the bench as he pulls a big hardback book from inside, turning it over we see the cover and title, it reads “The lost book of Enki” by Zecharia Sitchin. Tyler freezes as he notices a slip of paper hanging from inside the book, he pulls it out and begins to read it*** Note - Too many watching, couldn’t be there, the book should help answer a few questions. Tomorrow, after six... Home sweet home, on the edge and in your name.
***Tyler shakes his head and sighs in frustration picking up the envelope again, preparing to throw it in the trash. As he does so, he notices something else is inside, something small... He pats the envelope onto his hand and let’s out a small gasp as a Rook from a chess set falls into his palm. He looks around hurriedly as if the person who wrote the note may be lying and spying on him, before beginning to walk in the direction Abe had brought him from maybe an hour or two previously as the scene begins to fade out...***
^^^February 3rd, 2017: He sits in “the day room” watching the NFL Network on the sixty inch television hooked onto the wall, watching but not listening, all the screaming and hollering from other patients puts a stop to that. Suddenly he looks up at the clock as if remembering something and jumps out of his chair and heads out into one of the hallways where he spots a couple of Orderly’s talking^^^ Patient - “Where is he?”
Orderly 1 - “I’m not too sure, I think they took him already.”
Orderly 2 - “About five minutes ago, but he’ll be sitting in day release waiting... He said you two had another argument.”
Patient - “It wasn’t an argument. He said something I took exception too and I felt bad, I wanted to apologise before he left.”
Orderly 2 - “You won’t be able to go back there, you know that. Besides... He’ll be back tonight.”
Patient - “Look, just give him this for me, please?”
^^^The two Orderly’s look at one another as Tyler Debonair fishes in his pocket, before pulling out the Rook, from the chess set he’d been playing with before. He hands it to one of the Orderly’s and smiles politely before walking backwards^^^
Tyler - “Just make sure Darius gets that, OK? He’ll know what it means! Tell him we’re good and I’ll chat to him when he’s back! Thanks man!”
^^^He turns and slightly jogs back towards “the day room” as the Orderly’s shrug at each other and the one with the Rook heads towards the day release waiting area as the scene in its entirety begins to fade - to - black!!^^^
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Post by Tyler Debonair on May 12, 2021 15:05:59 GMT
^^^October 26th, 2017: The two men stand in the gymnasium, hovering around one another. Tyler Debonair bouncing a basketball in front of him while Darius skips on either heel from side to side, flailing his arms trying to take it off of him. Tyler spins around him, drops a shoulder leans back and pops in a three-pointer as Darius throws his arms up shakes his head^^^ Darius - “Nah man... I’m sick of playing you constantly, I need some new competition...”
Tyler - “You mean someone you might be able to beat?”
Darius - “Exactly! But no, seriously... How come it’s only ever us in here? I never see anyone else wanting to play ball...”
Tyler - “Your guess is as good as mine, man... In fact apart from that one girl I’ve seen in the day room from time to time, I was beginning to think we were the only ones left in here”
^^^Darius and Tyler both laugh but there’s a slight nervousness in that laughter, as if something they’ve said may not be so far from the truth. They set up to play another round, but just as they do the door to the gymnasium opens and Julia, the head Orderly steps in and waves them both over to her^^^
Julia - “Boys, med call is happening downstairs now. And Tyler, you have visitors.”
Darius - “Ok Julia, thank you.”
Tyler - “I do??”
^^^Tyler bolts down the stairs as Darius heads for the lunch room and the medical pods. He skids around the corner and straightens up, walking slower as he sees two of the hospital security guards coming his way. As he approaches the front desk he spots both his dad and sister being lead towards an office by Professor Duckett^^^
Tyler - “Dad! Hey dad! Professor Duckett?! Mercy, where are you guys going?”
^^^Neither Fred nor MJ seem to hear Tyler as he gets closer to the reception area and just before one of the guards can stop him entering, his girlfriend Steph spots him and turns down the corridor he’s walking along^^^
Steph - “Hey babe! I was hoping you weren’t sitting in your stuffy room! You ok?”
Tyler - “Hey, yeah... Where are my dad and Mercy going? Aren’t I supposed to be in any meetings?”
Steph - “Of course you are, but it’s not a meeting silly! Don’t you remember? You told Duckett and Doctor Hankem you wanted them to explain to your dad and MJ why you were so set on staying here, but wanted them to hear it from the specialists without any influence from something you might say...”
Tyler - “You sure I said that? Heh... That doesn’t sound like me, Steph.”
Steph - “What do you mean? That sounds exactly like you. Your dad was going off on you wanting to be here, you were talking about your state of mind and said the Doc could explain it without your bias, you said it when we were at Callie’s burger shack on Tuesday!”
^^^Tyler thinks about this for a second, as Steph wraps her arms around him, smiling and places a kiss on his lips as Darius pokes his head around from the lunch room^^^
Darius - “Yo Tyler, they’re calling you for meds. Tyler?! Yo! Tyler... Ty! Ty-Ler!! Hello? Earth to Tyler?!”
^^^Darius continues yelling out Tyler’s name as he and Steph kiss in the corridor, Orderly’s and guards just walking on by, whilst his name is yelled and echoes through the halls^^^ ***Present day: We’re in The Courthouse gym and wrestling training school owned by Tyler Debonair along with his sister, Mercedes, girlfriend, Steph and auntie, Casie. Currently Tyler is sat on an “announce table” somewhat staring off into space whilst both Mercedes and Steph are inside the ring, Steph currently has Mercedes in a headlock after getting out of a tie-up. A bunch of students are stood around the ring watching, but also looking at Tyler as Steph yells to him*** Steph ”Hello?! Tyler? Hey babe? Are you with us?! Ty?! Tyyyllleerrr?”
Tyler: ”What?! Oh shoot, sorry girls!”
***Tyler snaps out of his daydream as the students chuckle around him. He looks somewhat embarrassed as he jumps off of the announce table, walking around the ring and pointing at Steph and Mercedes in the ring*** Tyler: ”Ok so now, Steph! You’ve just turned the match on it’s head, so here you’re going to run up the turnbuckle and as you do, turn and cycle your legs along the top rope, turn again and bulldog Mercy into the ring! Then climb the ropes, for a shooting star press for the pin!”
***Everybody watches as Steph and Mercedes follow the steps that Tyler has just laid out to them. But as Steph is climbing up to do the shooting star press, he nods at Casie, who smirks. Steph performs the move and the “ref” makes the three count. But after he’s done and Steph stands up, arms raised, she turns to find Casie standing behind her! She feigns shock before Casie kicks Steph in the gut and performs a snap DDT on her to chorus of ooohh’s from the students, Casie rolls out of the ring, leaving both Steph and Mercedes laid out in the ring. Everyone whoops and applauds before the girls struggle to their feet*** Tyler: ”Now of course had that been someone you were actually having to fight in the middle of the ring there’d be no going easy! Had this been someone you’d have a score to settle with, no punches would have been pulled and no body part spared! But these girls have been doing this for a very long time and know how to train and work out before an actual match... These girls are some of the best teachers you guys could have, so if you’re serious about getting into the ring, if you’re serious about doing this... Pay attention to them and you’ll be perfectly fine! Right pair up for squat drops then Casie will take you guys after lunch!”
***Tyler watches as the students all pair up, around twenty four of them, which considering the school hasn’t been open that long and there hasn’t been that much advertising, is quite a lot. He walks into his office as Mercedes follows him and sits at his desk, turning around to face her*** MJ: ”So, where were you, yesterday?”
Tyler: ”When?”
MJ: ”Yesterday? You were supposed to meet me here, Tyler. You were supposed to come down with Casie and watch the guys train.”
Tyler: ”Sorry, of course I was. I had to do a few bits. I had left my phone at home too so couldn’t call...”
MJ: ”Anything to do with this guy who showed up at Mayhem? Or the photos in the folder me and Casie found?”
Tyler: ”It... May have been. Why? What do you know?”
MJ: ”You feel like you know him right? You’ve got a sense that... He’s been around for a little bit longer than you’re remembering...?”
Tyler: ”Wait a minute, what?! Okay Mercy you’re beginning to trip me out! What is this all ab...”
***Tyler jumps up from his desk as Mercedes sighs and holds a hand up. He raises an eyebrow suspiciously and she looks around making sure nobody is coming into the office*** MJ: ”Look, Ty... You’re my brother, I love you, but there’s really not a whole lot I can say right now. Just go see him tonight like you’re supposed to. It’ll be ok.”
Tyler: ”Ok now I’m really bugging!”
MJ: ”Tyler, stop trying to ask questions I don’t have the answers to, please? I would not let you get hurt but this something you need to work out on your own...”
***Tyler just stands there, looking at Mercedes before smiling softly and nodding. He feels in his pocket and fishes out the piece of paper he took from the book the day before and hands it to Mercedes*** Tyler: ”I trust you, but I’m not even sure where I’m supposed to go... This really wasn’t all that helpful if I’m being honest.”
MJ: ”Oh that’s easy, it’s one of the first places Casie and I went to when we flew out here. It’s a restaurant called Home Sweet Home, on Edge Street... You’ll love it, trust me!”
***Tyler smiles as he opens the office door, heading towards the coat rail at the entrance to The Courthouse, as Mercedes walks back towards the ring. Tyler turns as he grabs his jacket and raises a hand in the air*** Tyler: ”Oh and girls, don’t forget, First Class has its first show this week...”
All 3 girls: ”Oh we know!”
***Tyler waves and smiles as he chucks his jacket on, opening the door and letting it close behind him while the students carry on training in the background and the scene slowly begins to dissipate into darkness...***
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^^^March 5th, 2018: Tyler sits on a park bench, legs crossed underneath him, his eyes closed and a low humming sound emanating from what seems to be all around him... Not far from him, on the grass to his left and just under a tree sits his friend Darius, doing the exact same thing. This continues for around fifteen minutes until both guys slowly open their eyes. Tyler cranes his neck to look around and finds Darius looking straight at him, jaw part open and both men just start laughing with almost disbelieving looks on their faces.
The scene cuts pretty sharpish to a diner about five minutes from the park, called “Pann’s Restaurant”. Both Tyler and Darius are sat in a booth sipping milkshakes and looking at the food menus, Darius speaks first^^^ Darius - “OK! Through all our months of trying this, that’s the first time you’ve felt that right?”
Tyler - “Oh yeah, that’s never happened before man... That was insane! It was dark but we were both there and I could hear every word you spoke!”
Darius - “That was crazy! It got to the point where I could almost see our surroundings too... Alright here’s what I propose we do, once we’re back at the Hos...”
^^^Darius quietens down and begins to drink some more of his milkshake as the waitress approaches, he stops drinking and politely smiles as she takes a pen from her hair and opens her notepad^^^
Waitress - “Mornin! What can I get you boys?”
Darius - “I’ll just take some bacon, eggs and pancakes please.”
Tyler - “Same for me, thank you.”
Waitress - “Coming right up!”
^^^The waitress takes the food menus from them both and heads back to the kitchen. Darius takes another sip of his milkshake and leans back in^^^
Darius - “Once we’re back at the hospital we should try this from our rooms. As well as that lost book of Enki you borrowed me and the tablets of Thoth your dads friend brought over, I’ve also got a couple of books on remote viewing and Astral Projection we should look more into!”
Tyler - “Definitely, I’ve been trying to Astral Project for months in the hospital but keep getting distracted, perhaps with a focal point, doing it with someone, may help me... I’ve got my session with Doctor Hankem today too, so we can try it tonight.”
Darius - “Do you think they’ve monitored what we read here, Ty?”
Tyler - “What do you mean?”
Darius - “Doesn’t it seem weird to you...? We’re allowed to read such, I dunno, alternative material in a place like Resnick?”
Tyler - “Why would it? When you check yourself in, to a place like that you should be allowed to bring in what you want, right?”
Darius - “What do you mean?”
Tyler - “Which part?”
^^^Tyler chuckles a little confused at Darius’ question, but just as he’s about to answer, the waitress returns with their order and the conversation goes no further... Both boys salivate at the sight of their meals and grab their cutlery as the scene begins begins to dissolve...^^^ ***Present day: It’s six-thirty in the evening and the rain is falling heavily along Edge Street, Manchester, as Tyler Debonair makes his way slowly along it, dressed in his usual all black get-up. His hair falls in front of his face and he wipes it away as a smirk crosses his lips*** Tyler: ”So many times since I stepped into this promotion, have I had guys step to me verbally and not be able to carry it out physically... So many times I’ve had guys open their mouths, move their lips, but when it came to crunch time, not be up to the task of finishing what they’ve tried to start! Now, don’t get me wrong I’m not saying I was the toughest man on the block, I’m not saying those I took on were weak, but they were definitely missing something spiritually! I faxed guys who had done so much before meeting me and suddenly they couldn’t process...
I’ve said it before but I’ll count them off again... McCann, Scotty Adams and even Mickey Kinkade by proxy once before! They’ve all been cleansed and saved by Tyler Debonair before now. The only person whose aura was already pretty spotless because he’d been making the changes himself was Curtis! And now, now we’ll see more that need saving the closer we get to Worlds Collide, because they will collide and when they do... You want to make sure you’re on the right side of that cataclysm!
Mickey Kinkade, we’ll meet once again for something like the third time and this time you and your lapdog TJ Alexander will finally understand what it means to step into the ring with someone who hasn’t even hit the peak yet! You’ve mouthed off for far too long, you’ve stood there and talked and talked but finally Osh has sanctioned this match and I’m going to show you the mistake you’ve made, teasing the lion behind the cage! You guys are like those kids at the zoo, seeing the do not feed the animals signs yet still sticking your hands with food through the bars and now it’s time for me to feed, because Lord knows I am hungry!”
***Tyler stops outside a clothing store before ringing out his hair and tying it back in a ponytail. He stretches his arms over his head, yawns and continues as he walks on*** Tyler: ”And TJ... Oh TJ, I knew you wouldn’t be smart enough to just keep yourself away, hoss... You know, I was just going to step back, hold my hands up and just let things be as they’re going to be. But you couldn’t just let sleeping dogs lie, right? I mean TJ it can’t be both of your assumptions man, you can’t have it both ways! Either I’ve had everything handed to me because I’m from a Wrestling family or I’m trying to disguise who I am because I don’t want people to know?! Which is it?! You just keep talking and talking boy, you clearly know nothing about Tyler Debonair.
Given chances because of his family name? Hah! Higher spots? Oh boy... You’re barking up the wrong tree there son and if you knew absolutely anything about me, you’d know that’s the furthest thing from the truth! You’d better get your head in the game as well TJ because if you don’t my friend then you’ll realise a little bit too late that the match you’re in this weekend at Worlds Collide against Savage Grace and me, is for the IIW International Title man... Good luck with that though!”
***Tyler stops and deadpan glares ahead, his head bows ever so slightly, but his eyes continue to stay fixed forward. The edges of his lips curl a little and he bites his lip a little in thought*** Tyler: ”And then, there’s Savage silence... And of course his mouthbreather, Eddie Scam, I mean Sham! Sorry, Zam! Here we have a guy who’s just a little bit older than my pops and who sadly seems to have lost his way and good Lord it - is - sad! This is a man who’s walked into IIW with all the tools in the world to have taken this place by storm, with force! And what does he go and do? The man has pulled one of the lowly upper card brutes from IIW’s Combat shows in Savage Grace, all to make him into some Marius Josipovic, now that’s sneaky, Pete! You’re a try hard Eddie and it shows a little too much...
You see, at first I didn’t quite get the whole spiel with you telling me that you could help me, that you’d offer your hand and everything else you said but the more I thought about it, the more it slowly began to sink in... You’re using Savage Grace to get to me! You wanted to see just how far you could take him in the International Title tournament to see, just who’d be there at the end. You know that Tyler Debonair is going to put your boy down! You know he’s going to come out the other side of Worlds Collide the International Champion so you’re subtly hedging your bets before the wheel has stopped spinning, there’s only one problem there hoss... Tyler Debonair doesn’t want to know!
Do you really think I’d consider aligning myself with someone like you, Zammo? Someone whose stock has probably, no not even probably, whose stock has categorically plummeted due to a decision he made a couple of months ago in offering his contractual services to a minion like Savage Grace, even one as big and tough as he is?! Your ability to pick a winner has clearly diminished in your old age Eddie and you’ve realised that, evidently! And as much as I appreciate that you’re finally coming to terms with the mistake you made not speaking to Tyler Debonair in the first place and as honoured as I am that you’ve seen the error of your ways I’m afraid that my actions speak louder than words and this is something you and your client will understand at the upcoming PPV!”
***Tyler looks up as the rain appears to be dying down a little, he wipes the water off of his face with the palm of his right hand, before turning his head toward a store front across the road. He notices the name on the canopy above the windows reads “Home sweet Home” and realises this is the place, before turning away again before continuing to speak*** Tyler: ”I’m beginning to wonder if they did indeed roll you out of a psych ward to be here, Zammo... That or some old folks home, because you do genuinely give off an air of senility! I mean this grade-a gobbledygook you chat is undeniably random kind of like the stuff my own Grandpa speaks when I go visit him! I mean it’s either that, or you think you’re that intelligent you’re trying to do some weird kind of political gaslighting kind of crap?! Have you not learned from an actual politician in Christopher Hawkins?! Did you not see how he learned his lesson?! Maybe you should take a look back...
I’m at a loss at what world you’re in hoss... Army of screaming fans? Where have you been hiding ese? Tyler Debonair doesn’t have any “fans”, especially not ones that scream for sure. I’m beginning to believe you’re creating this world in your head and just living there, Zammo! But it does give me the impression that you’re somewhat jealous of yours truly?! Are you Eddie Sham?! Are you jealous, of Tyler Debonair?! I mean it’s either me, or my dad... Perhaps even my entire lineage?! But let’s be honest my family line isn’t something to be jealous of, I just can’t help but feel that you’re quite bitter, bro!
What is this, Sham? Genuinely... Do you actually listen to yourself when you speak or can your own Spirit not even stand to hear your voice? Does your psyche walk away when your mouth opens to utter words? I already know the color of your aura mi amigo, just like everybody else I’ve faced, I don’t even need to check Savage Grace’s, because it’s not really him who matters right now is it? Oh no, it’s you Eddie, always you! But yours oh it’s black, so, so black... It’s the color of bitterness, the color of greed and toxicity, it’s the color of a man who’s been top of his game wherever he’s hung his hat but right now is finding himself lost and doesn’t know which way to turn... But that’s okay, I’m here to save you, Eddie, I’m here to be your... Saving Grace.”
***Tyler just walks away without looking back. He walks toward the restaurant with a slow saunter and stops at the door, before adjusting his top before pulling open the door, walking straight to the maître d’*** Tyler: ”Hey, yeah there should be a table booked for around six thirty under the name of Tyler Debonair?”
maître d’: ”Yes, thank you sir. Your party is already here... It’s the table just behind this wall, by the door to the garden.”
***Tyler freezes when the maître d’ tells him that his party is already sat waiting, but he makes his way over to the table anyway, then he sees him. Sat at the table, dressed in black sneakers, black jeans and a black turtle neck sweater but this time without face paint sits the man from the other night on Mayhem, sits... Darius. He looks up as Tyler approaches but doesn’t utter a word until he reaches the table*** Darius: ”I told you, there may be times where you feel like you’re by yourself... But you’re never alone. I think we need to talk.”
Tyler: ”Yeah... I believe we do....”
***Tyler looks around as he pulls out his chair, making sure there are no press or reporters around as he sits down, leaving the scene to slowly begin to disappear into the ether***
^^^September 24th, 2018: Tyler is sat on his bed in his room, at the Resnick Neuropsychological Hospital. His eyes are closed and he’s in somewhat of a meditative state. He’s muttering something under his breath, but in his head he’s having a full blown conversation, or at least he’s trying to. He nods to himself as a tear slowly begins to stream down his face. Suddenly there’s a knock on his door and his eyes fly open, he rubs them dry and clears his throat as an Orderly opens the door^^^ Orderly - “Tyler I’ve been asked to come and tell you something.”
Tyler - “It’s okay, I know...”
Orderly - “You do?”
Tyler - “Darius has had to go.”
^^^The Orderly looks at Tyler oddly and tilts his head a little^^^
Orderly - “How did you know that?”
Tyler - “He told me he’d be going...”
Orderly - “He did? When?”
Tyler - “Not long ago... He said to know that even though there may be times where I feel like I’m by myself I’m never alone...”
^^^The Orderly just looks at Tyler for a bit, until he closes his eyes again and blocks the staff member out, signalling he’d like him to leave, so he does. As we then once more fade - to - black!^^^
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Post by TJ Alexander on May 12, 2021 17:41:19 GMT
(Later that day we open up again with the view of TJ Alexander, still in the same casual clothing attire from earlier in the day. We seem to be in a different location. In fact we are at the arena where Worlds Collide will take place. We see that TJ Alexander is sitting in the fans section, the ring is all set up and Worlds Collide is only a matter of days away.)
“In the mist of chaos that surrounds me since I arrived I almost forgot that I am on double duty at Worlds Collide. Not only am I in a triple threat against Tyler Debonair and Savage Grace, but I am in a tag team match with Mickey Kinkaid against Thomas Stone and Tyler Debonair. On two separation occasions I will see Tyler’s face-painted face across the ring, so I’d thought I’d also address that match. But I don’t know what else could be said that I haven’t already apologised for and yet people are still pin-pointing about it. Well I can tell you both something right now Tyler Debonair and Thomas Stone. I will not be holding back. I will not be scarred of either of you, and I will no more be apologising to something that I made a mistake in. I’ve gotten over it. Why doesn’t the pair of you do the same, or not. I mean while you’re distracted I am once again going to pick up another win. I am going to walk out of Worlds Collide not only the winner of the triple threat but sole winners of the tag team match. Now I know I’ve partnered up with Mickey Kinkaid for a short while too. But I can see the look in his eyes, just like I can see the look in the pair of your eyes Tyler and Thomas. Not only am I going to redeem myself and win both matches at Worlds Collide I am going to change the perception that people see me.“
(TJ Pauses)
“Tyler I bet that me getting through this far in the tournament after everything that has gone on has bothered you, it’s itching away inside your head and you cannot scratch it. It’s their burning away and your looking ahead towards Worlds Collide so that you can slay me down and vanquish me, beat me and put me out of my misery. But it’s not going to happen. It’s not gonna’ end the way you’d like because despite what has happened I belong here. Despite what has happened I belong inside the IIW ring and despite what has happened I am going to be a CHAMPION. You see throughout all the chaos and confusion and everyone getting involved in all of this, nobody has actually seen me inside the ring, nobody has really took time and watch how good I actually am. And that’s where I am going to shock you. That is where while you’re trying to attack me, I am going to outwrestle you. I am going to out-skill you and I am going to shove my foot up your arse, mate. You may be from a family of wrestler’s and have somewhat of a legacy, but mine’s only just starting. My legacy even though it has a rough start, will soon be gleaming with gold. I will overcome all of this and I will be champion.”
(TJ smiles)
“Tyler Debonair if anything you’re the one hiding from the world, you’re the one scarred to show your own face and you’re the one hiding. I have fronted everything like a man should do. I have stepped into crossed swords and I have placed my feet into fire. And yet I am still standing here in IIW and wanting to succeed. I haven’t run away for the hills like most do. I have stood still and took crap, but at Worlds Collide no longer will I take crap from anyone.”
(TJ pauses)
“I will stand tall with my head held high waiting for you Tyler Debonair to make your move because once you do, then the gloves will be off. I will show you up for also being a fraud. You claim to be a wrestler, but all I see is a face-paint wearing clown pretending to-be. You have used nepotism to open doors for you while you will happily walk through those doors but I will shut the door on your way out when I beat your arse. When I beat you at Worlds Collide TWICE you will be running for the door, and you will be out-performed, out-wrestled and out-skilled by me. I have more heart and passion for this business than you can fathom. I will win and I will head ever so closer to the International title final. You cannot do a damn thing.”
(Scene ends)
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