Calm Weather (Travis)

The sound of footsteps slowly, slowly increases upon unsteady metal. Just one man, too inconsistent to be a guard but too timid to be someone just passing by.

The Beast's cell is a lone one. Not solitary, they wouldn't dare put him in solitary, but alone.

For safety. Not it's safety, though.

Which is why The Beast has learnt to listen for sounds of footsteps. If someone comes to it, they're doing it for a reason.

During his stay, The Beast has found that the only 2 things that spur are prisoner to knock on his metaphorical door.

Stupidity,

or Arrogance.

He hasn't got time for either.

The footsteps stop and The Beast stands, turns his head from the book in his hands and looks at the prisoner standing between the cell door. It's cell door.

It was the usual. Some overconfident caucasian, skin vandalised by ink, body ripped and muscles prominent, but the same thing is behind his eyes.

The Beast's grown bored of naming it, anyone would be able to identify. But this man's alone.

So he just waits.

"Alright, big man?"

"☝︎□︎□︎♎︎ ♋︎♐︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎■︎□︎□︎■︎"

"Heh, don't speak too much English, huh?"

The man takes a step forward. His body language is confrontational, his body's shiny and bulging, he must've been working out just before this.

Same as all the rest.

The man's gaze is persistent, but it's obviously a facade. The snarl, the heavy breathing, the piercing stare does nothing hide to the anxiety hiding inside his brain.

"Well? Tall Guy? Not gonna say anything? I'm front you, you little bitch, do something!"

"☠︎□︎📪︎ ♓︎🕯︎❍︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♑︎□︎□︎♎︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ♐︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎"

The other prisoner's got more jumpy now, jogging on his toes. He's trying to shake off the fear. He's forgetting that there's a reason the fear's there in the first place.

"Well?! Do something!! Do something, you fucking pussy!"

He's forgetting there's a reason why none of the other prisoners brag about surviving a visit with the beast.

"You think I'm scared?! Think I need help?! I can take you, pussy, I can take you! Well?!"

The man's even more energetic now, you can practically feel his heart racing.

It doesn't even flinch.

Eventually their confrontation persists. It escalates.

And then, the confrontation is over.

When one of the other prisoner's starks his courage, tries to keep back the overwhelming tsunami of fear that bucks up just by walking to It's cell, he freezes.

The floor is almost completely silent.

Except for the horrific sound of something choking echoing down the hall.

The next day, when The Beast came down to the cafeteria to grab his food, the entire cell block were silent.

To the guards it was obvious. Nobody would mess with that abhorrent thing for a while. Hopefully.


"You know, I forgot London was in the UK for a second, there."

William and The Beast, otherwise known as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, are both sat outside a Costco Wholesale store, far too deep into it's massive car park for such a cold, windy day.

William's already accomplished his normal dumpster diving, which was the "American, cool slang word" for trying to find stuff in trash.

William's now just sat on the ground. Leaning against a shoddy van. The Beast simply stares at him, for such an angry man he's seems rather calm in this moment.

"I, use to be British you know? There was this guy... John, back in my old job. The Queen of England specifically requested that I act as security for him while he was world champ. And he was British so I became British.

Heh, for a person called Bloody Mary she sure doesn't like getting her hands dirty huh?"

William once again was talking absolute horsecrap but this time it seemed more as a result of his.. less than stellar intelligence, as opposed to his rage-filled arrogance.

"Can I be honest for a second?"

It nodded.

"I feel... bad. About this. A little.

I'm.. what's that word for when you're not excited?"

"✌︎■︎⌧︎♓︎□︎◆︎⬧︎✍︎"

"I can't pronounce that, Travis.

My last run I-.. I lost my shit. Completely. Took to many hits to my head. My pride. My completely enormous penis.

I hated midgets, and I still do, but this was a different kind of hate. After I lost my two security jobs after my two bosses betrayed me by not forgiving me for betraying them I-..

It was just noisy. Like those TV shows where it's just black and white dots? On CNN? I just wanted to beat the shit out of small people.

Th- the fricking prison-keeping people had me on therapy. I tried to punch out the Therapist because he kept saying the brain was an organ, the cockroach. Then they electrocuted me a little which was cool because that happens to superheroes and now-..

Now it's quiet. My head, I mean."

William stands up, he points at a car that's got to be miles away and then looks at his partner.

"See that English Flag? English people drink too much tea to be threatening.

I'm not English. Nor am I Spanish, or a Luchador or whatever I used to parade as back in WCF.

I'm Evil.

And Evil is sure of itself. Flat, unchanging and always with a witty one liner that can be sold on a t-shirt in the Indian equivalent of a hot topic.

Come Kingdom Come-.. that sounds weird.

Come the PPV, a storm arrives.

And it's not The Storm. Not that pair of stereotypical, nooby little pigeons.

The winds of change are fricking blowing, man. I claim this decade for myself, as a protest to all the small people that still think that they can do anything stop me.

Make my words, Trav, the next one's will be us. I will fricking become an Alpha Pro guy. Like a gigantic bear walrus hybrid that eats entire rocks. And-! Well, I' not sure what pro fully means but whatever!"

"🏱︎❒︎□︎♐︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎♓︎□︎■︎♋︎●︎"

"When the dust settles, and milleniums from now, the aliens will look back on this day, wrestling wise, they'll see one thing.

The Horror-hemoth, William. And his weird, silent but tall, cosplaying kinda friend mostly tag partner.

That's you. In case the aliens ask. Because you know, as tall people we will probably still he alive for the next couple millennia, just an FYI."

William pats his partner on the stomach and struggles to his feet before crawling into his side of the large van.

The Beast looks out. Showing no sign he's taken any of that in.

As the cloud-covered sun drops down, and the light seeps from the day The Beast says one thing.

"❄︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎🕯︎⬧︎ ♋︎ ❒︎♏︎◻︎◆︎♌︎●︎♓︎♍︎ □︎♐︎ ♓︎❒︎♏︎●︎♋︎■︎♎︎ ♐︎●︎♋︎♑︎📬︎"

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29th of May 2020.

Yo! It's your boy. Travis the APW Wrestler. I am now undefeated.

I was quite worried about my debut. I tried to get up to date about strategy and stuff but all William told me to do was "throw them into the moon,".

But I can't throw people into the moon. I was worried he'd expect me to but I didn't get tagged in so that was nice.

Eventually I will get tagged in though, which is a little bit of the shame. I'm not sure if William actually expects me to throw people into the moon because I'm not sure if physics allows for that kind of stuff.

I'm not a very violent person. Since I'm 7 foot a lot of people think I'm tough or intimidating. Especially since I don't talk that much.

But I do talk a lot. I'm talking, or writing I guess, in this journal. I'm actually quite the rambler, I think. They just can't understand me.

Going back to people thinking I'm scary. Back on track. Some people would think that would be a positive or something, but I think it's a bit too deceptive for that.

Like when I was in prison this guy came to my Cell and started to harass me. The guards all acted scared of me so the prisoner's thought I was "hard" (which is like tough) so they tried to beat me up.

But this guy, Dennis was his name. "The Menace" was his nickname. Like Dennis the Menace, you know. It rhymes. So this guy comes in, jumping and shouting.

Oh my goodness, again! Dennis the Menace like the character.

I didn't realise that at first.

Oh dear. I'm real oblivious sometimes.

That acts as evidence for me being a rambler though, cause I made a mistake because I'm talking so much. Or writing.

Anyway the guy forgot his inhaler and he's asthmatic so he must've overworked himself while exercising and he passed out. I called the guards but they mistook it for me choking him and I got like scolded for it.

The scolding wasn't that bad, for prison, but I'm pretty keen on positive reinforcement, so I disliked it a lot.

The next day I walked down to the cafeteria and everyone was silent, like scared of me. Even the nice ones.

But then, after a while, the guy came down and told everyone he had an asthma attack and I didn't beat him up. Which was true, and I was glad he was fine. 

And everyone called me a liar and laughed and stuff, and I was like "Come on guys, I didn't lie. I van't even speak anyway, I speak in Wingsings because of my dark past." so they wouldn't even be able to understand me.

That "v" in "vant" is supposed to be a c, by the way. It's just drawn weird, and I can't rub it out.

Anyway, then this guy from when I was a kid got came in, he'd just been arrested and he was like "oh *cuss word*, it's the yeti," and then he explained Halloween Havoc and everyone laughed.

I didn't find it funny because I'm not a Yeti. I'm a human. A human with a dark past that makes him speak oddly.

I laughed because I can take a joke, though.

But no more joke taking! I'm a supervillain! I got off topic but this journal entry was gonna be about me going all evil for the PPV match. In my home country!

So I'm gonna be all evil. Gonna be real mean and brutal towards The Storm!

I should look up stuff about The Storm and then do a shoot on them. That'll calm William down because he seems to get really stressed doing the shoots on his own.

We have the windows 98 Computer which I don't like because the mouse is sticky. I was eating an apple once and that made the mouse sticky.

I'm gonna go check now.

Okay, bye. I'm not gonna eat an apple while checking.



Okay, I'm back. I left a couple lines blank, like so new paragraph. For the shoot.

But The Storm are just debuting so I don't really have anything to say.

The America guy's actually pretty tall so William calling them midgets is a little incorrect but I still think he did pretty alright, insulting them. The recording of it sucks because the smoke from the smoke stops anyone from seeing him in the shoot but I still like it.

Okay.

Okay I'm gonna shoot now.

Shifting into Shoot Mode.




Zaigon? More like Bye-gone, because after I'm done withering The Storm I'll say "bye" and you'll be gone.

Was that good?

I think it was.

Withering is supposed to be like "weathering the storm". Like but I switched it up. Because I want to beat and insult them, for the match.

I'm gonna stop writing in this now. My eyes are getting tired. Bye.