Post by ~Travis Tyler~ on Oct 3, 2007 3:17:36 GMT -4
A day after the incident with Insanity regaining his memory, or should I say Shaddix, the two had set out from Canada, to head back home for the off season. Before they had left though, Greg wanted to stop in Iowa to get his daughter, and Psycho agreed. The trip to Iowa would be a long one indeed, But what else was there to do?
The plan was Psycho would drive half the trip and Shaddix would drive the second part of the trip. They headed down the 401 towards Detroit , heading southwest. Things were looking great for now.
Hey Shad....you wanna stop and get something to.....
He looked over for a minute and realized that Greg had already fallen asleep...
....eat?
I guess that was a no? He decided he would stop to hold him over until they got to Detriot...where the first stop would be...before they headed for Iowa. Psycho spotted a McDonalds sign about 5 miles down the highway, and decided thats where he'd stop.
A couple minutes later, he pulled up to the drive thru...
Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?
Lets see, Can I get a dozen of your famous Double Cheeseburgers?
Ignoring the rest of what the lady said, besides pulling up, like an idiot he didn't hear what the price would be. Meh, he didn't care, I would think he'd have enough to pay for it. Pulling up, he noticed that there was several other cars there as well. The wait was going to be long he thought to himself....Finally getting to the window, he paid the lady, who realized who he was. The publicity I tell ya. Getting his food, he pulled away from the window, pulling out a few burgers to eat right there at the moment. Shad was asleep, but surely the smell would wake him up sooner than later.
About a couple hours later, the ice in the cooler started melting, and he stopped to get more. The price of gas he thought...this shits rediculous I tell you what. He topped his tank off anyway, just incase, and continued on down the 401 towards Detroit.
Arriving at the boarder from Canada to the United States, they had to stop, show their passports and all that good shit, making sure they weren't bringing anything illegal in...They passed the checks, and were allowed to go on threw.
An hour later, Psycho looked over at Shad, checkin on him now and then. It seemed as if he would never wake up. They were getting closer and closer to Detroit...and he wouldn't get to switch place with Shad until they got to Chicago. Thats was quite some time from now....but good thing they left early. 4:00 am the night after Game Over. And it was getting close to 8:00, which meant they were getting close.
The Motor City, Detroit. Psycho had heard lots about Detroit, but had never been there. That he remembered....but it was a great feeling being there. And driving a 1970 Chevelle 454 SS was pulling alot of eyes his way. God he loved that car, and wouldn't trade it for anything. It was his baby...the only family he had left after his wife left him...and didn't bother to tell him about his daughter until a year later, who he still has yet to meet. Maybe he'd get to see her during the offseason. WHo knows though right? He drives around, admiring the city, stopping here and there. The last stop he made though was one that had really surprised him. Resting at a gas station, he picked up the paper and read about Jon Pryor, a wrestling legend. A man he never got to meet personally, but he respected. Him dying must have taken it's toll on quite a few people.
After leaving the station, him and Shad fool around for the rest of the day, taking a tour around Detroit while they were there, and finally that night, stopping at a motel just outside of town for the night.....
The next day looked even better. The sun was shining, and it was decent out..not too hot or cold. They got in the car and headed out. Another four hour drive. The trip actually didn't seem like it would take much longer...They headed outta Detroit on the I-94 headed towards Ann Arbor...The Home of Jon Pryor. When they got there it sure showed it too. Everywhere he looked there was something about his death/suicide. They didn't have time to stop here though. They needed to get to Iowa as quick as possible. So they continued on....
Four hours on the dot. They had arrived in Chicago, the windy city, home of the Bears. Great city, but they had to move on. Things had became a lil clowdy sitting in a car for another four hours. Remebering Pryor, thinking about his daughter, the fact that he had never met her. Things just weren't right. But they continued on, Shaddix taking over in Chicago at the wheel. This time it was a five hour drive, so they wouldn't arrive at the Iowa border until about 9 pm....so he decided to take a nap until they got there...
Drifting away, he started dreaming immediately. His past...the plane crash...his battles with the Familia, it all came back to him all in one rush. It was more like a nitemare than a dream. The graveyard...187 and company were all there....Insanity and Psycho tormenting them with dark magic. How did he come to be that way? Then all of a sudden it all changed...the graveyard became a prairie...and his wife was standing on the other side...holding something...the view pans in so you can see....his daughter? only a year old...she looked so much like her mother...such beauty in a child. All of a sudden, the dream switches again...this time to the torture of the divorse. Just like everyone else, she had givin up on him too....and destroyed his life outside of wrestling....just at the thought of it all...he wakes up sweating up a storm....
The sun had already gone down....and it they were nearing Davenport, Iowa...just inside the border. They weren't to stop until they got halfway between Davenport and Iowa City...so the still had about half an hour before they got to the motel....
...Finally they arrive...about 8:45 pm....and Shad got the room and everything, and Psycho headed down to the nearest liquor store. His dreamed and pushed him to drinking....and he planned on getting plastered tonight....
Arriving back at the room, Psycho got some glasses and started drinking. Not even paying attention to what Shaddix was doing...though he was drinking as well. But the night was worth it....and he hadn't had a drink in awhile. Not since his first encounter with 187 since returning. Finally...late that night...he was out of it. Passed out on his bed...bottle in hand. He didn't plan on remembering this night at all....
Waking up the next morning...definately with a hangover...he had no clue as to where he was. Actually..he didn't recognize anything. When he tried moving...he realized that he was attached to something...a chain? He began looking around the room...noticing this wasn't where he was last night when he started drinking. The were no windows, nothing but a little flicker of light right next to him...Shaddix was no where in site....and Psycho began to worry. Who the hell would do this to him....
Where the fuck am I..Is...Is there anybody there?
Nothing....it seemed as if he was by himself. What the hell was going on...........?
To Be Continued....
The plan was Psycho would drive half the trip and Shaddix would drive the second part of the trip. They headed down the 401 towards Detroit , heading southwest. Things were looking great for now.
Hey Shad....you wanna stop and get something to.....
He looked over for a minute and realized that Greg had already fallen asleep...
....eat?
I guess that was a no? He decided he would stop to hold him over until they got to Detriot...where the first stop would be...before they headed for Iowa. Psycho spotted a McDonalds sign about 5 miles down the highway, and decided thats where he'd stop.
A couple minutes later, he pulled up to the drive thru...
Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?
Lets see, Can I get a dozen of your famous Double Cheeseburgers?
Ignoring the rest of what the lady said, besides pulling up, like an idiot he didn't hear what the price would be. Meh, he didn't care, I would think he'd have enough to pay for it. Pulling up, he noticed that there was several other cars there as well. The wait was going to be long he thought to himself....Finally getting to the window, he paid the lady, who realized who he was. The publicity I tell ya. Getting his food, he pulled away from the window, pulling out a few burgers to eat right there at the moment. Shad was asleep, but surely the smell would wake him up sooner than later.
About a couple hours later, the ice in the cooler started melting, and he stopped to get more. The price of gas he thought...this shits rediculous I tell you what. He topped his tank off anyway, just incase, and continued on down the 401 towards Detroit.
Arriving at the boarder from Canada to the United States, they had to stop, show their passports and all that good shit, making sure they weren't bringing anything illegal in...They passed the checks, and were allowed to go on threw.
An hour later, Psycho looked over at Shad, checkin on him now and then. It seemed as if he would never wake up. They were getting closer and closer to Detroit...and he wouldn't get to switch place with Shad until they got to Chicago. Thats was quite some time from now....but good thing they left early. 4:00 am the night after Game Over. And it was getting close to 8:00, which meant they were getting close.
The Motor City, Detroit. Psycho had heard lots about Detroit, but had never been there. That he remembered....but it was a great feeling being there. And driving a 1970 Chevelle 454 SS was pulling alot of eyes his way. God he loved that car, and wouldn't trade it for anything. It was his baby...the only family he had left after his wife left him...and didn't bother to tell him about his daughter until a year later, who he still has yet to meet. Maybe he'd get to see her during the offseason. WHo knows though right? He drives around, admiring the city, stopping here and there. The last stop he made though was one that had really surprised him. Resting at a gas station, he picked up the paper and read about Jon Pryor, a wrestling legend. A man he never got to meet personally, but he respected. Him dying must have taken it's toll on quite a few people.
After leaving the station, him and Shad fool around for the rest of the day, taking a tour around Detroit while they were there, and finally that night, stopping at a motel just outside of town for the night.....
The next day looked even better. The sun was shining, and it was decent out..not too hot or cold. They got in the car and headed out. Another four hour drive. The trip actually didn't seem like it would take much longer...They headed outta Detroit on the I-94 headed towards Ann Arbor...The Home of Jon Pryor. When they got there it sure showed it too. Everywhere he looked there was something about his death/suicide. They didn't have time to stop here though. They needed to get to Iowa as quick as possible. So they continued on....
Four hours on the dot. They had arrived in Chicago, the windy city, home of the Bears. Great city, but they had to move on. Things had became a lil clowdy sitting in a car for another four hours. Remebering Pryor, thinking about his daughter, the fact that he had never met her. Things just weren't right. But they continued on, Shaddix taking over in Chicago at the wheel. This time it was a five hour drive, so they wouldn't arrive at the Iowa border until about 9 pm....so he decided to take a nap until they got there...
Drifting away, he started dreaming immediately. His past...the plane crash...his battles with the Familia, it all came back to him all in one rush. It was more like a nitemare than a dream. The graveyard...187 and company were all there....Insanity and Psycho tormenting them with dark magic. How did he come to be that way? Then all of a sudden it all changed...the graveyard became a prairie...and his wife was standing on the other side...holding something...the view pans in so you can see....his daughter? only a year old...she looked so much like her mother...such beauty in a child. All of a sudden, the dream switches again...this time to the torture of the divorse. Just like everyone else, she had givin up on him too....and destroyed his life outside of wrestling....just at the thought of it all...he wakes up sweating up a storm....
The sun had already gone down....and it they were nearing Davenport, Iowa...just inside the border. They weren't to stop until they got halfway between Davenport and Iowa City...so the still had about half an hour before they got to the motel....
...Finally they arrive...about 8:45 pm....and Shad got the room and everything, and Psycho headed down to the nearest liquor store. His dreamed and pushed him to drinking....and he planned on getting plastered tonight....
Arriving back at the room, Psycho got some glasses and started drinking. Not even paying attention to what Shaddix was doing...though he was drinking as well. But the night was worth it....and he hadn't had a drink in awhile. Not since his first encounter with 187 since returning. Finally...late that night...he was out of it. Passed out on his bed...bottle in hand. He didn't plan on remembering this night at all....
Waking up the next morning...definately with a hangover...he had no clue as to where he was. Actually..he didn't recognize anything. When he tried moving...he realized that he was attached to something...a chain? He began looking around the room...noticing this wasn't where he was last night when he started drinking. The were no windows, nothing but a little flicker of light right next to him...Shaddix was no where in site....and Psycho began to worry. Who the hell would do this to him....
Where the fuck am I..Is...Is there anybody there?
Nothing....it seemed as if he was by himself. What the hell was going on...........?
To Be Continued....
