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Batter Up
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Topic Started: Oct 6 2012, 03:27 AM (120 Views)
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Oct 6 2012, 03:27 AM
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Robbie Priest pulls his shiny black 1969 Pontiac GTO up next to a hotel in New York City and parks in an alley off to the side. He steps out and walks around the corner to the door with his brother, Scotty Valentine, right behind him.
Robbie Priest: Scotty? Are you ok, Mate?
Scotty nods slowly as they keep walking up the sidewalk. Priest stops and looks at his little brother with confused concern in his eyes.
Robbie Priest: Scotty... what's wrong?
Scotty bites his lip, looking more like a six-year-old than a grown man in his twenties about to have a child of his own.
Scotty Valentine: I don't think they like me.
Confused, Priest nods to the door in front of them.
Robbie Priest: Who? Stone and Beest?
Scotty nods timidly and Priest smiles reassuringly.
Robbie Priest: Because they're so enormous and scary-looking then?
Scotty nods timidly again.
Robbie Priest: Right... well, both of them are rather strikingly gigantic and in fact, quite intimidating however... they are both loyal friends who would rather injure themselves than allow harm to come to you. Don't worry, they like you fine... now, you ready to play some?
Scotty nods, smiling quite happily now.
Robbie Priest: Good.. let's go then... we're behind schedule now...
The two walk into the lobby to find the two huge men, Tombstone and the Wildebeest waiting in front of a television tuned to ESPN with a great throng of older tourists staring at them like the circus has come to town. Priest and Scotty's appearance does nothing t dissuade them from staring.
Robbie Priest: Gentlemen... are we ready then?
The two large men stand up in unison, reinforcing the idea to everyone watching that these are not your run-of-the-mill New York City visitors. Priest watches the crowd and smirks at the reaction as the heavily tattooed German and dark and sinister looking African step silently to meet their world champion and his younger brother. The two big men nod and Priest smiles, amused while Scotty takes a step behind his brother, a child afraid of the big bad bogeymen standing before him.
Robbie Priest: Shall we then?
Another nod from the towering oak trees and the foursome walk from the building with the crowd still staring like they've just seen the greatest freak show on earth leave the room. As the four men turn the corner and approach the car, Wildebeest notices the looks.
Wildebeest: Why they look at Wildebeest like that?
Priest smirks.
Robbie Priest: Because you stand out from the crowd, Mate.
Tombstone nods.
Tombstone: Wir sind die Anderen.
Priest nods in agreement.
Robbie Priest: Couldn't have said it better myself...
Scotty and Wildebeest both look around confused but get into the car without any explanation being made. Tombstone gets into the back seat next to Wildebeest while Priest sits down in the driver's seat. As Priest starts the engine, Wildebeest glances around.
Wildebeest: Where you take Wildebeest?
Scotty turns around smiling excitedly but stops dead in his tracks at the sight of the two big men.
Tombstone: Er hat Angst?
Priest nods.
Tombstone: Warum?
As he puts the car into gear and starts driving down the street, Priest smirks amusedly again.
Robbie Priest: Same reason everyone on the street does, Mate...
Tombstone nods and Wildebeest looks from Scotty to Priest to Tombstone and back to Wildebeest. Priest watches with amusement and then raises a hand to stop the roar he knows will be emanating soon from the mouth of the Beest.
Robbie Priest: We're going to a batting cage.
Tombstone starts to chuckle while Wildebeest stares at Priest in confusion.
Robbie Priest: Have you ever heard of baseball then?
The Wildebeest shakes his head and Priest nods.
Robbie Priest: American game... the important part for you is that you hold a bat... uh.. a club... and another man stands sixty feet away and tries to throw a small white ball passed you. You're job is to use the club to hit the ball as hard as you can... understand?
Wildebeest nods.
Robbie Priest: Think you can do it?
Wildebeest nods confidently.
Wildebeest: Wildebeest win at all the games!
Priest smiles.
Robbie Priest: Good... we're here.
They pull into a parking lot next to a giant warehouse looking place. As soon as they arrive, Scotty's eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
Scotty Valentine: FUNWORLD!!!!!
Priest nods.
Robbie Priest: Yessir... and if you manage to strike them out.. you can play Guitar Hero for an hour or two...
Scotty's eyes light up again and priest knows he's got the younger man.
Robbie Priest: Unless of course you two think it's a waste of time?
Tombstone grins and Wildebeest just sits there staring in disbelief.
Wildebeest: You challenge Wildebeest?
Priest nods, waiting. Wildebeest glares forward before nodding in acceptance.
Robbie Priest: Oh good, no worries then.. let's go.
The four men walk into the building and stride passed all the video games being used by a myriad of children of various ages, the children's parents all staring in wide wonder at the gaggle of monsters walking passed. Priest walks up to the last cage and quickly reserves it before grabbing a green aluminum Louisville Slugger.
Robbie Priest: Ok... who's up first?
Wildebeest takes the bat in his hands and stares at it.
Wildebeest: What this?
Robbie Priest: Your club.
He points to the plate and batter's box.
Robbie Priest: You stand in that box and try to hit the ball when the other guy tries to throw it passed you... think you can do it?
Wildebeest nods confidently.
Robbie Priest: Scotty... time to warm up your pitching arm.
Scotty nods and runs off excitedly. A few minutes later, he pops up in the pitcher's slot behind the fence shield, ready to go.
Robbie Priest: All right, batter up...
Wildebeest walks into the cage and stands next to the plate, facing Scotty, holding the bat by the fat end. Tombstone smirks and Priest nods.
Robbie Priest: Um.. Beest, you hold the club by the small end, Mate...
Wildebeest nods and changes his grip accordingly while Priest signals to Scotty.
Robbie Priest: Scotty... no curveballs...
Scotty nods and winds up. He fires a fastball that sizzles the air as it zooms towards the plate. Wildebeest swings as if the bat is an ax coming down on a wood pile and misses completely. The ball slams hard into the cage and Wildebeest glares out at Scotty.
Robbie Priest: Try swinging like you're gonna take his head...
Wildebeest nods and turns to face Scotty. Scotty rears back and wings another one. Wildebeest swings and misses, spinning himself around like a top before falling to the floor. The big man gets up and glares at Scotty.
Wildebeest: Again!
Scotty nods and throws another one. Wildebeest swings and misses again. As he falls down, he lets out a huge roar of embarrassed anger. Scotty steps back, shocked fear looming n his face as Wildebeest leaps to his feet and charges at the pitcher's station. Tombstone starts to go in to stop the big man but Priest holds him back.
Tombstone: Warum?
Priest nods as Wildebeest charges around the corner to find Scotty cowering down, tears running down his face.
Scotty Valentine: I'm sorry... I'm SORRY!!!!
Wildebeest looks down at Scotty and all the anger leaves him. The big man drops to one knee and bows his head to Scotty.
Wildebeest: You great competitor. Wildebeest yield.
Priest nods and walks into the cage with Tombstone following behind him. He steps up and puts his hand on Wildebeest's shoulder.
Robbie Priest: You learn bloody fast...
Wildebeest stands up, pleased to hear Priest say this.
Robbie Priest: Now, I assume neither of you will underestimate anyone anymore?
Both nod.
Robbie Priest: Good... then both of you have a good match for that title... Scotty, let's go.. you got a date with a guitar game...
Scotty pops up and charges out of the cage towards the games leaving Priest, Wildebeest and Tombstone all smirking.
Robbie Priest: God I love my brother...
The screen cuts to white noise and then slowly fades in to Robbie Priest standing alone in what looks like a padded cell. He sees the camera coming in and shakes his head angrily.
Robbie Priest: None of this bloody bollocks this week... James Stall... you obviously wanted it this way. No bloody problem, Mate. I'll see you in the tag team match at NewTV and you better hope Gavin isn't still too busy telling the whole bloody world his life sucks and he's got nothing left to lose because if he and Bombtrack just get out of the way... you'll be lucky if you make it to No Fear. I'm going to get a hold of your arm James and when I do... you better pray to whatever you believe in that the bloody coppers brought their pepper spray and tasers... because if they don't... I'm never letting go! Enjoy your moment... I'm going to make sure you choke on it!
The screen cuts to snow and then fades to black.
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