phenetic

From BQWA:

OOC: Ok so, I haven’t really done a series since Busted Heart, and that was collaboration with Cent and Tris. Now I’ve decided to write a new one, but this time, it comes from truth, well most of it at least. Steve, who most will know is my son, is really actually Carlos who I just switched names cause I’m that uncreative. This is his story that I’m writing in honor of his memory, and well I better shut up before I spoil the damn thing. It starts off slow, I’m trying to do this build up thing which I suck at, and you are going to see a little boy with a bright future, full of love and passion, and I’m trying to show him with an amazing childhood, despite his father’s negligence and drug abuse. You will also see Whacko mentoring me through these times, all of this promo takes place before Resurrection. So enough of my blabber, enjoy.

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Don’t’ worry about me Dad, I’ll be fine.

I’ll be right here with you Steve...

I’m just going to rest my eyes right now; I’ll see you in the morning.

Fade.

All we hear is Phenetic’s voice, as we show, well nothing. It’s blackness, and the darkness paints the abyss of despair perfectly.

Phenetic: I’m not what you would call a religious man. Hell, I don’t think I have really ever been religious. God hasn’t exactly…how should I say it? God, dealt me a shitty card, and every time I trade a card, and I’m going to have a four of a kind, God pulls out a Royal Flush to wash my ass down. He is like a little brat kid who has a magnifying glass and is burning an ant hill. That’s right, the bastard is picking on me, he wants to burn off my feelers and watch me squirm. The following story, however, is not about me. The following story does involve me, and it does affect my life outside of the ring. It’s a tragic tale, and it involves death, betrayal, distrust, and confusion in regards to emotions and intentions.

The days go by normally, everyday Steve looks out the window, wondering where his father is, what he is doing, and when he will see him next. The past weeks however have been abnormal. Steve has been getting sick easier, and seems to be looming towards a dark path. But his dreams of seeing his father again brighten up the tunnel and provide him with warmth and hope. His aunt and uncle provide a good home, loving family, food, and plenty of care and love. This is why Phenetic chose this home for his son, because he knew he Steve would get something he never had. The sun shines through the air and the clouds are sprinkled lightly through the blue sky. The birds are chirping, and the kids are outside walking to school, but inside a typical red, brick house ranch, there lays Steve sleeping in his room with his cousin Carlos. Downstairs Amy, Steve’s aunt, is cooking breakfast while her husband James is reading the paper at the table. She leans towards the hall way and yells out to both boys.

Amy: Carlos, Steve come on boys get dressed and come and have breakfast. Carlos, Steve you’re going to be late come on boys. Will you guys get up the breakfast is getting cold hurry up.

Carlos pounds on his pillow as his messy hair covers his eyes.

Carlos: Oh my god mom I’m up!

Amy: You raise your voice at me one more time and you’re grounded for the weekend, wake your cousin up and hurry up for breakfast, the food is getting cold.

Carlos: *Mocking his mom* Wake up Steve, hurry up, get dressed, *Normal tone* God she freaking nags so much, Steve wake up, come on man !

Carlos begins to shake Steve who slowly rises up, wearing the brand new Whacko T-Shirt available on BQWA.com

Steve: 5 more minutes man…

Carlos: NO! Now get up!

Steve’s voice is raspy and barely over a tone of a whisper.

Steve: Ugh, what are we having?

Carlos: Pancakes.

Steve: I’m going back to bed.

Carlos: Come on Steve!

Carlos picks up a pillow and throws it at Steve.

Steve: WHATS YOU’RE PROBLEM! I’m telling aunt Amy you jerk!

Carlos: Gosh man your such a little baby, get tough like your dad!

Amy’s voice can be heard screaming from downstairs.

Amy: If you boys are not down here in 1 minute, you’re grounded for the whole week and the weekend!

Carlos and Steve’s eyes widen and they race down the stairs, through the hallway, and leap for the table, quickly mowing down their breakfast.

Amy: It’s about time boys

Steve: Aunt Amy the food is kind of cold

Amy: Well if you guys would of woke up when I told you to and then maybe your breakfast would have been a lot warmer.

Carlos: Mom I was up, but Steve over here likes to take his sweet old time in his bed doing what ever.

Steve socks Carlos hard in the shoulder.

Steve: SHUT UP JERK!

Amy rushes over and pushes the two boys away before they start fighting.

Amy: HEY, HEY! One more out burst of you to and I promise its not going to be nice

Amy looks around and notices someone isn’t down yet, she looks back over at the boys as she makes her way for the stairs.

Amy: Alright when you boys are done eating, wash your hands and get your little butts to school and I’m going to see what’s keeping your sister. I love you boys

Steve: Love ya Aunt Amy

Carlos: Yea, yea, I love you I guess.

Amy makes her way up the stairs to check Katie. Carlos and Steve, are washing their hands, then put their coats on and walk out the front door. Amy walks up to a door with a large “KEEP OUT” sign dead smack in front of her face. The sounds of death metal can be heard echoing full blast throughout her room. Amy begins to pound on the door; the pounds are quiet in comparison to the music.

Amy: KATIE, OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW! YOU HAVE TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL!

Katie rips open the door and we see her in a skimpy outfit. She’s rocking a short skirt, tank top, and she has red streaks in her hair. Yea I know, what the fuck?

Katie: Ugh, will you chill out? I’m leaving I’m leaving.

Amy: Not in those clothes.

Katie grins as she walks by Amy and rolls her eyes.

Katie: God mom, your so old school.

Fade.

Walk with me in my fiery darkness…
Stand by me in the happiness of pain…
Hold me when I fall from the tears…
Darken the bright days…
With flying sadness…
And hurting anger…
Send the sun cowering amongst the stars…
While red rain drops fall from your eyes…

Phenetic sits above his desk, nose buried within the hills of cocaine. He leans back and stares out into the photos of his late wife, and young son. Thoughts swirling through his head, containing mixed emotions based on his personal life, but mostly on the rumble. This is his chance, fuck Colossus, fuck Karisma, fuck Dean, fuck Plus, fuck everyone. He looks down at the desk, white power bits still spread through the tables. He staggers out of his chair and stumbles over to his bed, he lies face down, burrowed in the pillows, trying to clear his mind. He lets out a scream that sounds like a whisper through the filter of the pillow. His head rises, tears slowly building around the rags under his bloodshot eyes. Phenetic rolls out of bed, not knowing what the fuck to do, he grabs a hold of his keys and stumbles into the hallway.

Something’s wrong, I know it. Something is wrong with Steve…

Phenetic walks out to his car, barely getting inside, not to mention getting the key inside the ignition. As he turns the key, he blacks out and his head smashes into the steering wheel.

Don’t leave me, your all I have left.

To be Continued…

phenetic

OOC: Ok, just to clarify, my kid is 12. Just so there is no confusion, and so is Carlos. He is twelve as well. I know some people asked me how old he was out of confusion, and I thought I said that in a previous promo but I guess I didn’t. Also, make sure you read, or at least skim through, the first chapter:

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"Death is a mystery and burial is a secret."
-Stephen King

Fade.

In my mind I’m a fighter, but this, I cannot even fight this…

Phenetic awakens, dazzled and confused as to where he is. His eyes barely adjust to the light, slowly but surely. He looks around, trying to scope out some clue as to his location, but it’s all a bright white light. Finally he is able to focus somewhat and notices he is still in his car, he exhales a breath of relief, but as he looks outside, he is not at his house, or his hotel. Hell, he isn’t even in the driver’s seat. He looks around, almost panicked, searching for the door handle. Phenetic stumbles out of the car, looking around, he’s in a parking lot.

???: It’s about time you woke up.

Phenetic quickly spins around and notices Whacko standing there. He lets out another sigh of relief as he takes a couple steps towards the hardcore icon.

Phenetic: Thank god it’s you. I thought I was kidnapped for a second there. Where are we?

Whacko: Some restaurant. That’s neither the point nor the problem. What the problem is, is the fact that BQWA has been trying to call you too see if you got the new schedule info, and your not answering your calls. So to make sure you didn’t pull a Benoit, the fat cats sent ME over too check on you. ME! I was trying to relax and focus for the rumble, and I’m getting called to watch over and baby-sit you!

Phenetic: Listen, I’m sorry but…

Whacko holds up his hand and cuts Phenetic off.

Whacko: No let me finish. Then I come back to your hotel and find you passed the fuck out in your car. You had your keys in the ignition and you were about to drive coked out of your mind! Are you seriously that fucking stupid?

Phenetic is about to speak up, but Whacko shoots him back down.

Whacko: DON’T answer that question. Honestly if you want to kill your self in a hill of that white death snow, then by all means, go do it. But DO NOT, make me take time out of MY schedule, and pick up your pieces. Because I’m going to lay it straight with you, I am not Colossus, and I will not be there for you when you’re down. Now, with that said, we need to talk, so come on over to the restaurant and we’ll get some lunch. You sure your alright to go in?

Phenetic shakes his head a bit, slaps himself several time to get his mind straight and wake himself up. Whacko just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

Phenetic: Yea, let’s go.

Meanwhile, the camera cuts over to a park. The sky is blue, clouds are splattered through the sky, and the sun is burning bright across the land. James, Steve, and Carlos are shown pulling up to the parking lot. Both kids rush out of the van and rush out with their baseball mitts and travel across the vast green field and over to the baseball diamond. James is stuck carrying the bats and balls, but smiles as he sees the boys laughing in the field. James takes the position of pitcher, as Steve and Carlos play rock paper scissors for the right to bat.

Carlos: 1..2..3! GO!

Steve: Rock beats scissors! Yes! I get bat first!

Carlos: damn!

James: Watch your language young man!

Carlos: Sorry.

James chuckles as Steve takes position at the mat, while Carlos rushes outwards more in the field. James looks over at Carlos who pounds his fist in his glove and squats down, pumped up for Steve to hit the ball.

James: Alright Carlos you ready?

Carlos: Yup, lets take him out dad

Steve: I’m the next Babe Ruth baby, come on pitch Uncle James and try not to hurt your self old man.

Carlos: Wow dad, you hear that he called you old, as in wrinkle balls old.

Carlos laughs as James cocks his arm back, a look of intensity and determination upon all three’s faces.

James: I’ll show you old

James pitches a fastball and surprisingly Steve hits the ball, sending it straight to the outfield.

Steve: I told you I’m going to be a legend in baseball, just like Babe Ruth baby!

Steve begins running out to first base…second base…third base…and all the way home! Steve leaps forward and stomps on the home plate and makes mockery cheering from a crowd. James smiles as Carlos chucks the ball back over to him.

James: Wow, Steve you’re getting really good, you might just be able to earn a scholarship to college

Steve: Uncle James, I want to go to U of M to play baseball and than I want to go on to the Major League and play for the Detroit Tigers.

James: Anything is possible you just have to have heart buddy.

Carlos: What about wrestling? You don’t want to be like your dad?

Steve: It’d be fun to be like my dad, but he seems way to busy and always traveling.

James: Alright, well before we decide on our career choices, why don’t we finish this game? Steve switch spots with Carlos, take the outfield, and Carlos, get up to bat.

Both kids switch spots and James tosses the ball to Carlos, who hits it far in the outfield as well. Steve rushes out to grab the ball but starts to drastically slow down. He grabs his chest and drops to his knees, collapsing on the ground. James drops his mitt and runs as fast as he can over to Steve, Carlos drops his jaw as he rushes over to the aid of his bets friend.

Carlos: STEVE! DADDY WHAT’S HAPPENING!

James: Steve, can you hear? Speak to me!

Steve lies there motionless, trying his hardest to breath, but the deep inhales aren’t doing well. James rushes out his phone and dials 9-1-1.


We fade to the restaurant where Whacko and Phenetic are sitting at a table, eating and chatting amongst themselves.

Phenetic: So, how are you feeling going into the rumble?

Whacko: Feeling? There are no feelings, there are no emotions, It’s strictly brute force and punishment. There are no alliances, no teams, no partnerships, for one night, one match, all of that is thrown out the window.

Phenetic: yea but, regardless, I won’t eliminate you.

Whacko: That kind of attitude will get you knocked out of the ring faster than a member of Team Kold.

Phenetic: Well I mean, only unless it comes down to me and you, then you better believe I will give you 110%.

Whacko chuckles as he takes a sip of his drink.

Whacko: Yea, I’m sure.

Phenetic: I’m serious, I swear on my dead mother’s grave, on my dead wife’s grave, I will NOT eliminate you unless it’s down to me and you. Regardless, what do you think my chances are?

Whacko: Sigh. Again, with these pointless questions. Listen, your chances are as good as anyone else’s. But the fact is, if you keep asking yourself these questions, your going to lose.

Phenetic: It’s just, this match has gotten me nervous. It’s my first rumble and I want to make an impact. For so long, I have been over shadowed by the likes of Colossus, and I want to truly make my mark by winning the rumble.

Whacko: Your goal is in the right place, but your mind and heart isn’t. Jealously will only cause you make mistakes and bad judgment. You need to focus your time and energy on studying and preparing for this match. You might win the rumble, you might not, but I’m sure you will make your mark somehow in the company. What you cannot do is let the hate over come you. You might hate him for getting more praise and stardom than you, but the minute you let that cloud your judgment, is the minute your dead in this business.

Phenetic: So basically, you think I should try and repent for my past deeds?

Whacko: Eventually, before the devil knows your dead.

As soon as Whacko finishes his statement, Phenetic’s phone rings, the Caller ID displaying “Amy” upon it. The camera fades.

To Be Continued…