Ya know when I started this gig as General Manager of Dystopia it was only supposed to a part time gig, never wanted it to last as long as it has but as far as competing I dunno sometimes I get the bug and sometimes I just think that it is better to just stay away and find other things to occupy my time. What could that be you might ask? Well for one I decided to bring in a couple of friends, friends that might be a bit strong use of words but business associates. Either way I found a couple guys to bring in for some tag team competition. I mean you look at the guys that my boys are first going to meet on the Isle and you see the formidable team of Striker and Minami. Both have been through just about everything here on Dystopia and yet they still have not made that jump to the upper card and well my boys here are going to be just the kick in the ass these two fellas need. How did I find these two odd little ducks? Great question, let me show you....
Hell's Kitchen, NY
10 Months ago
Bside Pizza and Wine Bar
9 pm
We can see Noah and a friend one that seems to be the man that we saw at the Shogun PPV, Darin Zion. See Zion is one of Noah's longest remaining friends, someone that hasn't abandoned him over the years or just plain forgotten about the man. The two are sitting there enjoying a pizza and some wine and talking about the old days in Pro Wrestling X a company both were heavily featured in.
“I love pizza as much as the next guy but why you bringing us to a fancy place like this?” Darin asked curiously.
Noah smiled. “I got a guy back in the kitchen I think you need to see.”
“What?” Darin asked. “You know I don't have time to be scouting talent, you know with my schedule in HOW and all. I came here as a favor man I really don't have time for this. And man a fighter coming from a place like this?”
“Just wait....” Noah said, reassuring his friend. “...I promise you it is going to be worth it...”
Almost as if on cue a group of men enter the bar, they all take seats and seem a bit of a rowdy crowd for this type place maybe a Knicks game or an Islanders game wasn't working out the way they wanted and decided to find some action. I mean New York sports ARE kinda hit and miss these days. They place an with the waitress, get their drinks and after a bit of time their food comes and that is where the fun starts as the group seems displeased with the food.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” One man yelled throwing a slice of pizza down and spitting the rest out of his mouth. “Papa Johns is better than this crap!”
The other men try to calm down the ranting and raving of the obviously drunk fan and he yells at the waitress to give him a refund and DEMANDS an apology from the chef.
“Did you hear that?” Noah asked Darin.
“What?” Darin said in mid chew of his slice from the Meat Packing Pizza.
“The dude wants an apology from the chef....” Noah almost can't contain his excitement. “This is gonna be good bro....”
A few moments pass and we see Remy LaFontaine emerge from the kitchen, he tosses a towel over his shoulder and then wipes the sweat from his face. The waitress is tugging at his shirt, almost trying to slow him down.
“I hear someone out here doesn't like my cookin'?” Remy asked as he looked the men over, almost sizing all of them up.
“Ya we demand a refund!” the loud mouth yelled.
Remy nodded. “Fine...”
Remy turned towards the waitress. “The dinner is on my tonight...”
“Damn right it is BITCH!” the loud mouth yelled.
“Now....” Remy started. “....before we go any further watch yer mouth in front of the ladies.. You got a problem with my food fine, go take yer sorry asses to Little Nero's and go get some grease in yer gut. Remy pulls a hundred outta his pocket and hands it to one of his friends. “It's on me...”
Noah looks confused. “What?”
Darin just shakes his head and continues eating.
“Now if you have something against me personally then that is a whole different story.” Remy added and then started to walk away.
“Where ya goin' pussy?” the loud mouth yelled.
“I got a break owed to me and I am goin' out back, you wanna dance we do it out there....” Remy explained to the group.
The loud mouth stumbled out behind Remy and his friends followed.
Noah waving to Darin. “Come on...”
As the group followed Remy outside, the loud mouth cheap shots Remy but Remy turns quickly and nails the mans knee with a kick, dropping him to the ground. Remy pulls his shirt over his head and then hits a roundhouse and then a knee causing the loudmouth to fall backwards into a trash barrel and then to the snow covered ground. His friends start to make a move but then another man comes out from the shadows.
“Might wanna rethink that boys...” Remy warns the others and then sees Noah. “Noah!”
TBC...