Boy #1 - Tommy, its great to finally meet you Mr. Xtreme, I think that you and the IoA should come to Toronto more often!
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - You and I both Tommy, Canada, well Toronto, has the greatest wrestling fans in the world here, its an amazing feeling when I come home and people know who I am. Here is your autograph, and have yourself a good day! NEXT!
What's your name little cutie?
Girl #1 - Heather, first off, Eric, I love you, secondly, do you think that I would be able to get a hug from you?
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - I don't see why not. *Eric gets up from the chair and walks around the table to Heather. He takes her in his arms and kisses her on the forehead and gives her a hug. She takes the autograph from him and runs out of the building in tears. Eric smiles and goes back to sit down at the table.* NEXT!
What's your name son? *looks down at the picture*
Boy #2 - Rob.
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Your voice sounds...familiar. *looks up*
NRO - Now, you're probably wondering why I'm here, and no, its not because I want your fuckin' autograph. I'm here, because I want to know what the hell happened to the kid that took no shit from anyone a short year ago. I pulled many strings to get you here in IoA, and for what? A guy that almost loses to MOD? Eric, come on, make the fuckin' effort here, or I will look like a real ass.
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Look Rob, I've had tonnes of shit on my mind as of late, but I promise you, I will be back to normal once I get all my thinking done. Now if you'd please excuse me, I have to tend to my fans. They are the reason I'm here right now. Actually, I'm heading over to the Hard Rock Cafe in about an hour and a half, meet me there, we'll talk over a beer or something.
NRO - Whatever kid, finish your shit, if I'm there, I'm there, but if I'm not, I'll see you on Heatwave in Nebraska.
***Rob leaves the Chapters store, and heads down the stairs, as Eric continues to sign autographs for his fans. He whips through the massive group in an hour and fifteen minutes, thanks the staff for all their help for the day and bolts down the stairs out onto the street and begins to jog towards the Skydome. The Hard Rock Cafe in Toronto is stationed at the Skydome, and there are tables that over look the actual floor of the venue. Eric comes to a quick walk when he enters the restaurant, looking at the rock and roll monuments as he makes his way to the entrance. He stops at a podium that has a sign "Please Wait To Be Seated" in front of it. Moments later, a young waitress, in her first week of working, comes to serve him.***
Waitress - Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Actually, I was looking for a friend of mine. He goes by "The Nitemare"..."The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne maybe? He's a wrestler from the IoA..wait AIW, do you know where I could find him?
Waitress - Okay, now you've gotten me confused. There are two guys in the kitchen that are big wrestling fans, maybe they can help you find him. I'll be right back.
***The waitress disappears into the kitchen, letting the door swing shut behind her, and seconds later, two guys wearing aprons come running out of the kitchen and come towards the podium. They shake Eric's hand and guide him to the table that Rob is sitting at. Eric walks over and sits down across from Rob, and thanks the cooks for their help. Eric continues the conversation from the autograph session, to a somewhat tired looking Rob Osbourne. It appears he has been nursing a beer for the better part of 30 minutes, which is a rough estimate.***
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Glad to see you showed up.
NRO - Yeah, I'm here, and quite frankly a little pissed off at your behaviour in the IoA thus far. Are you even aware of what is going on anymore?
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Actually, I know that there is an invasion taking place between AIW and IoA as we speak. How are you guys doing with that?
NRO - What do you mean us guys? You're with us Eric, at least I hope you are, because we need you on team AIW. Oh and by the way, Mz. Danky and I decided on having a match on Heatwave. A four-way style, involving MOD, "Simply Crucial" Shane Hillard, and "The Saint" Tim Osbourne.
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - I thought you said it was a four-way...oh, I'm the fourth man aren't I?
NRO - Yes sir, we need the best of the old AIW on the five man team, this match is deciding the fifth man on the squad.
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Fuck man! I already have a match on Heatwave. International title second round, you know that! God man, how am I supposed to beat Sickboy if I get hurt in the AIW match? I wouldn't be able to!
NRO - Well, we'll have to see which colour your blood bleeds then, and hopefully its the green of the AIW, not the black of the IoA. In the end, you'll know where you're needed, you're still young, you can still fight. Just think about it. I have to get back anyway. This was a pit stop for me. See you in Nebraska Eric, and clear your mind, because you're going to have one hell of a night.
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - Later Rob, oh yeah, thanks. *rolls eyes*
NRO - *smiles* You're welcome.
***Rob leaves the Hard Rock Cafe, with Eric sitting there, gazing out over the Skydome floor. He begins to think about the two upcoming matches he is having on Sunday, and starts to think in his mind about everything.***
"Too Xtreme" Eric Badger - So, big bad Snoop Robby Rob comes here, and tells me that I have to fight against guys on our side of the invasion for a spot to be on the main team. Granted, this is quite the idea to separate the best from the best on our side, but then later in the evening, I fight some sick, twisted freak in the second round of the IoA International Title match. I'm guessing that there is something that I must choose between here and now. Become an IoA champion, and be remembered in history, or be a team player and be on team AIW, and take on five of the best IoA wrestlers to date. Win or lose, that would also get me into the wrestling history books. *sighs* What to do, what to do?
First off, MOD, the man that ties me in a wrestling match. The very first match in my entire career that ends in a draw. My worst match ever, against MOD, and all he can do, is get a measly little tie. MOD if you come to realize that you want to dance with the big boys, and be on the team, then so be it. Just to let you understand something, you'll have to go through Shane Hillard, Tim Osbourne, and me if you want anything to do with this invasion. Trust me, I'll be ready, and this time, there isn't going to be a draw.
"Simply Crucial" Shane Hillard. A man that I've seen around the wrestling business for quite sometime now, crowd pleaser? Yes. Staff pleaser? You bet. Woman pleaser? Far from it. Homoerectus Shane probably doesn't have more of a clue than I have at this stage of the proverbial game. Along with "The Saint" this match should be between MOD and myself again. If the two of them show the effort that has plagued the IoA since they've gotten here, then I'll be able to concentrate more on my second round match against a guy that couldn't beat Shane Hillard last week, Sickboy.
Along with his little slut-faced whore Emma, he should continue to play with his little Rob Osbourne doll, and play with his little doll, and keep on trying to create a smaller group of baby dolls as he tries to match the two. What an ugly child that would be. A doll, looking like Sickboy and "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne, no offense to Rob of course, but what exactly did Sickboy win, by placing his doll atop of robs, counting to three and saying, "I win" over and over? Was it some kind of sick sexual game that he had been wanting to play for a while? Or is it a strange fetish that Sickboy has will plastic figurines? Speaking of plastic, you could just talk to Emma about that one, even though I hear she prefers rubber to plastic. Hell, she's seen more rubber than the trans-Canada highway, or tasted more at least, but props to her for being as safe as possible, when you're as loose as a goose giving head to a moose.
But if this is the way it has to be, then so be it, two matches one night, two possible scenerios. Bring it on, that spot in the Third round is mine, and the spot on Team AIW is mine, so help me god, I cannot afford to lose this. This is my destiny, my dream, my life, my reality. Things are looking up for "The Xtreme One" because its my time to shine, and you can kiss the IoA goodbye.
***Eric motions for the check and expects to be paying for Rob's beer and his beer as well, but when the check is on the table, Eric nearly faints as he reads the bill. $124.87, it appears that Rob had gotten some food, and had more than one beer. Eric leaves the cash on the table and is proably thinking, "you owe me Rob", and exits the Hard Rock Cafe. He heads upstairs to the Skydome hotel, and begins to get ready for his morning flight to Nebraska.***
FTB
