Post by tlsisalive on Aug 28, 2019 19:18:09 GMT -6
Petaluma, California
Monday August 26, 2019
7 pm
George Walker presses the unlock button on the keyless device to his 2018 Toyota Camry. The car makes a beep as he opens the door and slips inside. George presses another button and the engine starts to roar. He had stayed late again to finish up end of the month invoices. The parking lot to the office of Marin Sun Farms sits in adjacent to the office, which sits directly in front of the processing building on a 300 acre land approximately 40 miles north of San Francisco. It is the area's #1 supplier of beef. The company processes and delivers roughly 20 tons of beef a month.
George was in a good mood as he had closed a deal with a major grocery outlet to sell processed beef product manufactured by MSF. Business has been booming this past year and George's great business acumen has been one of the many factors to the company's success.
He turns the radio on and it to the soft rock station. Air Supply is on halfway through their song, George sings along to the chorus. " I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you. I know you were right, believing for so long. I'm all out of....." BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
The last thing George sees is the flash of the barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun.
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Sausalito, California
Sunday August 18, 2019
3 pm
It's been awhile since we have seen TLS. The end of his tenure at the OCW unremarkable. He quietly retired to no fanfare and spent the last 4 months in isolation on a houseboat Sausalito.
Empty bottles of whiskey and cup noodle containers are littered on the floor. A sleeping bag lays in the middle of the room. There is a small counter with one burner and a microwave on one end. To the right of the counter is a small table, fo the left is what looks to be a combination tower/shower. In the far end corner is a pile of clothes. Somewhere amongst all the mess is a Lost Soul.
There is a loud knock on the door that leads to the sleeping quarters of the boat. Muffled shouting can be heard from above. There is another loud knock. And then the door is kicked open.
A man in a grey suit stick his head in and shouts.
" Hey? Hey? Anybody down here?"
The man in the grey suit makes his way down then motions for his partner to follow him.
Both men survey the mess and hold their breath. It's putrid down there. There is a rustling in the far corner where the clothes are. The man in the grey suit reaches for his gun.
" I'm detective Morris. This is my partner Stern. We want to tall to you."
Detective Stern isn't as sharply dressed as his partner. His green flannel shirt and dark jeans make it look as if he's in his way to a rodeo.
Suddenly something jumps out from the pile of clothes. Morris puts 2 bullets in it. There is a loud moan as the figure breathes heavily, then stops breathing entirely.
" what the fuck is that? " , Stern turns on his flashlight and shines it in the figure.
Morris laughs aloud. " it was a fucking racoon. "
Stern lets out a sigh of relief. " scared the shit out of me."
" you guys just killed my buddy Rocky. " TLS' distinct voice is heard coming from the other side of the room.
Stern points his light towards the direction of the voice. Sitting there naked on the toilet with a bottle of whiskey in his hand is TLS.
TLS takes one last swig of the bottle and tosses it to the ground. He uses a habd to block the light.
"Turn that thing off. Are you trying to blind me?"
Morris grabs some loose clothing and throws it towards TLS. " puts some clothes on."
TLS grabs the clothes by his feet and puts it on. He heads towards the counter and flips the light switch.
"Woah. What's up with all that blood? "
Stern ppints to the blotches of red on TLS's shirt.
TLS takes a seat at the table. " you guys just shot my fucking raccoon man. That's his blood"
Stern and Morris look at each other and shrug.
TLS reaches down and grabs what appears to be an empty bottle and twists the cap open. He tilts it up and sticks his tongue out. Both officers watch as one final drop slowly trickles down and lands on the tip of TLS' tongue. He closes his mouth and looks nack at the 2 officers. " what do I owe this visit?"
Morris replies sharply, " wellness check. Someone had asked for a wellness check."
"Does the name Accelerator? Mean anything to you? " asks Stern sternly.
TLS shakes his head and lets out a burp.
"GCWA?"
Again TLS shakes his head.
Morris has his arms folded and seems pretty irritated. " what a waste of time. Clearly he's just a drunk. But he's alive. "
Stern shakes his head and places a card on the table. " get yourself some help. You can't live like this forever."
TLS looks at the contents of the card as the 2 officers make their way out.
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Sausalito Recreation Center
Tuesday August 20th, 2019
8 pm
It's your typical run of the mill AA meeting. Chairs in a circle, a table with some light refreshments and coffee. The person leading the group is a slender salt and peppered haired white man in his late 40s named Trey.
" I was a successful banker with a beautiful wife. I lost it all to drugs booze and women. I hit rock bottom when my wife left and I lost my job. I spent some time on the streets and then met someone from the Salvation Army. I graduated from the ARC program and now I'm here to support you all."
Seated to the right of Trey is a woman named Lisa who is only 30 but looks to be 60. Her clothes are messy and her hair os disheveled. She has no teeth.
" I met an older guy in high school and he would take me out and buy me wine coolers. I got pregnant at 17 but they took my baby away because they said I was an unfit mother. I started on wine coolers then to liquor, then to meth. My man left me and soon I found myself homeless and sucking dick at a gas station for 3 dollars. I'm just here because of my probabtion."
Seated to the right of Lisa is a pudgy latino man with a thick mustache named Juan.
" My wife she tell me I need to drink less cerveza. When i drink too much I get crazy. She says no more tequila or she say adios to em."
Seated to the right of Juan is a young man in his early 20s in a HUF tshirt and capri pants named Hopper.
"Yo my parents told me if I don't come to this that they will stop giving me an allowance. "
Seated to the right of Hopper is a black woman in her mid 30s named Da'Quisha. Her friends call her DQ.
" I'm also her because of the court. My ex baby daddy left me for another ho so I burnt down his car and I beat that bitch ass. I told the judge I been dranking. "
Seated to the right of DQ is a man named George. He is dressed in a nice crisp white shirt. He fidgets with his fingers and doesn't make eye contact with anyone as he speaks.
" My wife left 3 months ago, and I've been drinking heavily. I don't want to end up sucking dick at a gas station for 3 dollars. "
TLS is the last person to talk about himself. He isn't wearing any face paint or a mask. His eyes are bloodshot.
" I was a professional wrestler up until 4 months ago. I drink to erase the memory of my tenure in OCW. I drink to ease the pain that 20 years of wrestling has done to my body. I drink because it makes me feel good."
Trey thanks everyone for sharing, then spends the next 40 minutes sharing anecdotes, and resources.
He concludes the session by signing of on probations documents, passing out handouts and pleading for everyone to take home the rest of the snacks.
Once the last person has left, he begins to breakdown the tables and stacks the chairs.
As he is folding the last chair and places it on the rack he turns to someone at the doorway.
"Oh Hey. Did you forget something? " the smile on his face turns into fear as he puts his hands up.
BOOM!BOOM!
The blast of the shotgun rip open his chest and sends him crashing towards the stacked chairs.
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Somewhere in the middle of the San Francisco Bay
Saturday August 24th, 2019
5pm
TLS is standing on the deck of his small houseboat. The wind underneath the golden gate bridge is fierce. He reaches towards an object by his feet and pulls up the dead racoon.
" Goodbye old Friend. May your afterlife be better than the one you lived. "
He tosses the racoon into the water and immediately a sea lion bobs its head up and pokes at it.
TLS then looks towards the bridge and begins to speak aloud.
"Sometimes you have to lose yourself to find your way back. I lost myself in the OCW, spent years trying to be someone I wasn't. But I know now that I can't go back and change the past. I can only control what happens moving forward. And what I have in front of me is a young upstart named Ed Houston. What he lacks in size and strentgh he makes up in quickness and smarts. I've dealt with him in the past he's a very smart man. But he wasn't smart enough to realize that last year around this time I was behind the backstage attacks that happened to him. It was me. This time I get to finish what I was planning all along.
See my body aches, my joints are sore, and my mind isn't what it used to be. But I can take that a beating and I can outlast Ed Houston in that ring. Whatever damage he plans to inflict on me, I will reciprocate two fold.
See my body aches, my joints are sore, and my mind isn't what it used to be. But I can take that a beating and I can outlast Ed Houston in that ring. Whatever damage he plans to inflict on me, I will reciprocate two fold.
There's always been one thing that has been missing. I've spent years and years and holding on to a dream that I would have one final shot at reaching the pinnacle of the wrestling world. I never got that chance in the OCW. This is my final chance here and now I plan to make the most of it.
You are just 1 of 3 obstacles that stand in the way of TLS reaching that goal Ed. This fire that is inside of me will be unleashed at Inferno. And it won't stop with you. It will engulf Bifforf and it will burn Lurrr. And in the end I will be the last man standing in the GCWA."
TLS reaches down and takes a long gulp of a bottle of whiskey. He then sits down and watches as the sun slowly sets.
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Petaluma California
Tuesday August 27, 2019
4 AM
Wilma Franklin drives into the parking lot of Marin Sun Farms and parks her car next to George's Camry.
" Wow he's here super early." She says to her husband Fred.
The Franklins are usually the first ones at the farm. They prep the feed for the livestock and make sure that all the water containers are in working order.
Wilma opens her car door and immediately notices George's headless body. She shrieks in horror as Fred begins to vomit......
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Monday August 26, 2019
7 pm
George Walker presses the unlock button on the keyless device to his 2018 Toyota Camry. The car makes a beep as he opens the door and slips inside. George presses another button and the engine starts to roar. He had stayed late again to finish up end of the month invoices. The parking lot to the office of Marin Sun Farms sits in adjacent to the office, which sits directly in front of the processing building on a 300 acre land approximately 40 miles north of San Francisco. It is the area's #1 supplier of beef. The company processes and delivers roughly 20 tons of beef a month.
George was in a good mood as he had closed a deal with a major grocery outlet to sell processed beef product manufactured by MSF. Business has been booming this past year and George's great business acumen has been one of the many factors to the company's success.
He turns the radio on and it to the soft rock station. Air Supply is on halfway through their song, George sings along to the chorus. " I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you. I know you were right, believing for so long. I'm all out of....." BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
The last thing George sees is the flash of the barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sausalito, California
Sunday August 18, 2019
3 pm
It's been awhile since we have seen TLS. The end of his tenure at the OCW unremarkable. He quietly retired to no fanfare and spent the last 4 months in isolation on a houseboat Sausalito.
Empty bottles of whiskey and cup noodle containers are littered on the floor. A sleeping bag lays in the middle of the room. There is a small counter with one burner and a microwave on one end. To the right of the counter is a small table, fo the left is what looks to be a combination tower/shower. In the far end corner is a pile of clothes. Somewhere amongst all the mess is a Lost Soul.
There is a loud knock on the door that leads to the sleeping quarters of the boat. Muffled shouting can be heard from above. There is another loud knock. And then the door is kicked open.
A man in a grey suit stick his head in and shouts.
" Hey? Hey? Anybody down here?"
The man in the grey suit makes his way down then motions for his partner to follow him.
Both men survey the mess and hold their breath. It's putrid down there. There is a rustling in the far corner where the clothes are. The man in the grey suit reaches for his gun.
" I'm detective Morris. This is my partner Stern. We want to tall to you."
Detective Stern isn't as sharply dressed as his partner. His green flannel shirt and dark jeans make it look as if he's in his way to a rodeo.
Suddenly something jumps out from the pile of clothes. Morris puts 2 bullets in it. There is a loud moan as the figure breathes heavily, then stops breathing entirely.
" what the fuck is that? " , Stern turns on his flashlight and shines it in the figure.
Morris laughs aloud. " it was a fucking racoon. "
Stern lets out a sigh of relief. " scared the shit out of me."
" you guys just killed my buddy Rocky. " TLS' distinct voice is heard coming from the other side of the room.
Stern points his light towards the direction of the voice. Sitting there naked on the toilet with a bottle of whiskey in his hand is TLS.
TLS takes one last swig of the bottle and tosses it to the ground. He uses a habd to block the light.
"Turn that thing off. Are you trying to blind me?"
Morris grabs some loose clothing and throws it towards TLS. " puts some clothes on."
TLS grabs the clothes by his feet and puts it on. He heads towards the counter and flips the light switch.
"Woah. What's up with all that blood? "
Stern ppints to the blotches of red on TLS's shirt.
TLS takes a seat at the table. " you guys just shot my fucking raccoon man. That's his blood"
Stern and Morris look at each other and shrug.
TLS reaches down and grabs what appears to be an empty bottle and twists the cap open. He tilts it up and sticks his tongue out. Both officers watch as one final drop slowly trickles down and lands on the tip of TLS' tongue. He closes his mouth and looks nack at the 2 officers. " what do I owe this visit?"
Morris replies sharply, " wellness check. Someone had asked for a wellness check."
"Does the name Accelerator? Mean anything to you? " asks Stern sternly.
TLS shakes his head and lets out a burp.
"GCWA?"
Again TLS shakes his head.
Morris has his arms folded and seems pretty irritated. " what a waste of time. Clearly he's just a drunk. But he's alive. "
Stern shakes his head and places a card on the table. " get yourself some help. You can't live like this forever."
TLS looks at the contents of the card as the 2 officers make their way out.
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Sausalito Recreation Center
Tuesday August 20th, 2019
8 pm
It's your typical run of the mill AA meeting. Chairs in a circle, a table with some light refreshments and coffee. The person leading the group is a slender salt and peppered haired white man in his late 40s named Trey.
" I was a successful banker with a beautiful wife. I lost it all to drugs booze and women. I hit rock bottom when my wife left and I lost my job. I spent some time on the streets and then met someone from the Salvation Army. I graduated from the ARC program and now I'm here to support you all."
Seated to the right of Trey is a woman named Lisa who is only 30 but looks to be 60. Her clothes are messy and her hair os disheveled. She has no teeth.
" I met an older guy in high school and he would take me out and buy me wine coolers. I got pregnant at 17 but they took my baby away because they said I was an unfit mother. I started on wine coolers then to liquor, then to meth. My man left me and soon I found myself homeless and sucking dick at a gas station for 3 dollars. I'm just here because of my probabtion."
Seated to the right of Lisa is a pudgy latino man with a thick mustache named Juan.
" My wife she tell me I need to drink less cerveza. When i drink too much I get crazy. She says no more tequila or she say adios to em."
Seated to the right of Juan is a young man in his early 20s in a HUF tshirt and capri pants named Hopper.
"Yo my parents told me if I don't come to this that they will stop giving me an allowance. "
Seated to the right of Hopper is a black woman in her mid 30s named Da'Quisha. Her friends call her DQ.
" I'm also her because of the court. My ex baby daddy left me for another ho so I burnt down his car and I beat that bitch ass. I told the judge I been dranking. "
Seated to the right of DQ is a man named George. He is dressed in a nice crisp white shirt. He fidgets with his fingers and doesn't make eye contact with anyone as he speaks.
" My wife left 3 months ago, and I've been drinking heavily. I don't want to end up sucking dick at a gas station for 3 dollars. "
TLS is the last person to talk about himself. He isn't wearing any face paint or a mask. His eyes are bloodshot.
" I was a professional wrestler up until 4 months ago. I drink to erase the memory of my tenure in OCW. I drink to ease the pain that 20 years of wrestling has done to my body. I drink because it makes me feel good."
Trey thanks everyone for sharing, then spends the next 40 minutes sharing anecdotes, and resources.
He concludes the session by signing of on probations documents, passing out handouts and pleading for everyone to take home the rest of the snacks.
Once the last person has left, he begins to breakdown the tables and stacks the chairs.
As he is folding the last chair and places it on the rack he turns to someone at the doorway.
"Oh Hey. Did you forget something? " the smile on his face turns into fear as he puts his hands up.
BOOM!BOOM!
The blast of the shotgun rip open his chest and sends him crashing towards the stacked chairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Somewhere in the middle of the San Francisco Bay
Saturday August 24th, 2019
5pm
TLS is standing on the deck of his small houseboat. The wind underneath the golden gate bridge is fierce. He reaches towards an object by his feet and pulls up the dead racoon.
" Goodbye old Friend. May your afterlife be better than the one you lived. "
He tosses the racoon into the water and immediately a sea lion bobs its head up and pokes at it.
TLS then looks towards the bridge and begins to speak aloud.
"Sometimes you have to lose yourself to find your way back. I lost myself in the OCW, spent years trying to be someone I wasn't. But I know now that I can't go back and change the past. I can only control what happens moving forward. And what I have in front of me is a young upstart named Ed Houston. What he lacks in size and strentgh he makes up in quickness and smarts. I've dealt with him in the past he's a very smart man. But he wasn't smart enough to realize that last year around this time I was behind the backstage attacks that happened to him. It was me. This time I get to finish what I was planning all along.
See my body aches, my joints are sore, and my mind isn't what it used to be. But I can take that a beating and I can outlast Ed Houston in that ring. Whatever damage he plans to inflict on me, I will reciprocate two fold.
See my body aches, my joints are sore, and my mind isn't what it used to be. But I can take that a beating and I can outlast Ed Houston in that ring. Whatever damage he plans to inflict on me, I will reciprocate two fold.
There's always been one thing that has been missing. I've spent years and years and holding on to a dream that I would have one final shot at reaching the pinnacle of the wrestling world. I never got that chance in the OCW. This is my final chance here and now I plan to make the most of it.
You are just 1 of 3 obstacles that stand in the way of TLS reaching that goal Ed. This fire that is inside of me will be unleashed at Inferno. And it won't stop with you. It will engulf Bifforf and it will burn Lurrr. And in the end I will be the last man standing in the GCWA."
TLS reaches down and takes a long gulp of a bottle of whiskey. He then sits down and watches as the sun slowly sets.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Petaluma California
Tuesday August 27, 2019
4 AM
Wilma Franklin drives into the parking lot of Marin Sun Farms and parks her car next to George's Camry.
" Wow he's here super early." She says to her husband Fred.
The Franklins are usually the first ones at the farm. They prep the feed for the livestock and make sure that all the water containers are in working order.
Wilma opens her car door and immediately notices George's headless body. She shrieks in horror as Fred begins to vomit......
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