Nicky Laine
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Post by Nicky Laine on Jun 9, 2014 21:04:00 GMT -5
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the second installment of the weekly webisodic extravaganza, featuring the coolest cat this side of the Nevada desert, “Gnarly” Nicky Laine, this is the Cabin of Cool!
The scene opens on a bustling Las Vegas street. The brilliant full moon sits high, brightening a predominantly dark sky. Stars speckle the blackness but are obscured to the naked eye by the illumination of the bright lights saturating the Las Vegas streets. The city is alive with the roar of street cars, dazzling signs and collective melodies of buskers playing their instruments in the hope of some spare change. Men and women drone about the sidewalks, ducking from twenty four hour slot shops to strip clubs to cheap motels. The camera pans down a side street. This street, in stark contrast to the glowing main strips, was of a much more seedy nature. Steel garbage cans skirt the walls of this side street. A drunk lay passed out, clutching a mostly drank bottle of Jack Daniels, in one of the many boarded up doorways. The few entrances that looked occupied carried a red bulb lighting ominously outside the door.
Suddenly, the camera turns left and focuses on a bright blue neon sign. It reads ‘Monthly Storage’, though the ‘T’ in the second word blinked and flickered uncontrollably. Under the sign, a chain link gate hangs slightly open. Pushing through the gap with a creak, the camera moves inside. Scores of identical storage units stand side-by-side in the large, hidden courtyard. The only distinguishable difference between the plentiful amount of white units with retractable metal gates are the numbers spray painted from stencil in black on the left side of each entrance. After a period of search, the camera eventually settled outside one of the units. Number thirty two. In a loud, scratching clamor the gate rolls up revealing the interior of the small unit. Peculiarly, the floor of the unit is covered in coarse yellow sand. A worn leather couch with a few holes and tears is the solitary item of furniture in the room, slightly sunk into the uneven ground. A dim light hangs from the ceiling, making the occupant of the room visible. The man, reclining on the couch, sits forward causing a shadow to cast over his face but allowing his clothing to be discerned. Blue canvas shoes compliment the man’s white shorts with a blue trim. A blue tank top with frayed edging covered the man’s upper body. The message imprinted on the piece of attire alludes to the man’s carefree attitude. ‘Chill Out’ in bold white letters. The man raises his head revealing a pair of silver, mirrored sunglasses and a broad, welcoming smile. His royal blue bandana holds back his mess of long, unstyled blond hair. He leans forward with his elbows propped up on his thighs, joining his fingers in a malevolent pyramid.
“Good evening Mr. Bond, I’ve been expecting you.”
The man slowly raises his hand and whips off his glasses, unveiling smiling eyes beneath.
“Just kidding guys! As you all know, I am not Karl Stromberg, the great James Bond villain, and my intention is not to incite World War III and move the human populace to Atlantis. No no no, who you guys are looking at is the host from the coast, all the way from Pasadena, California, “Gnarly” Nicky Laine! And my intention is to entertain and give the No Limit Wrestling fans an insight into my adventure into the world of professional wrestling. So with that in mind, welcome to the second installment of the raddest web show in all of wrestling, brought to you by the amazing folks at NLW.com, this is the ‘Cabin of Cool!’ Broadcast for the first time from the great state of Nevada, right here in the home of No Limit Wrestling, Las Vegas!”
Nicky jumps to his feet, implanting himself in the sand. He spreads his arms out, displaying the emerging bicep and tricep muscles building on his upper arms. He spins around, his eyes darting about the room, implying for the camera to explore this new dwelling.
“As you can see, the cabin is a little… Different, since you’ve last been here. But don’t worry, with me here, it’s still as cool as ever. Let me explain all the same, earlier today I caught a flight out of Los Angeles and checked into the Bellagio for the night. After my customary afternoon siesta, I set out to find a suitable location to film my show… But there’s no beaches… Or cabins… There’s just casinos! Casinos everywhere! So after my initial shock died down, I started thinking practically, I asked myself ‘What’s the closest thing to a cabin in Las Vegas?’. So long story short, after my first twenty plans fell through, I bought a bunch of sand from the hardware store down the street and flooded this storage locker! There was even a couch here when I rented it out for the month! See, practicality!”
Giddy after his explanation, Nicky leaps back onto the couch. He leans down over the back of it, seemingly rooting for something. The sound of glass clanging against glass is heard. Nicky emerges holding a clear bottle of cold, golden beer. He drops to a seated position and twists the cap from the bottle. He smiles at the camera, removes his glasses and tosses the cap at the camera. The camera is unmoving.
“Didn’t fall for it that time, eh? Hah. [Takes a brief drink of beer] Well this week, “Gnarly” Nicky Laine makes his in ring debut in the NLW. I can’t put the feeling of excitement I am experiencing into words. I wouldn’t do it justice if I tried to. In truth, I’m beyond excited. It’s the same feeling I got when I first squeezed into a wetsuit to tackle the waves of the Pacific. Except this time, the wave I’ll be tackling has a name. Philip Kennedy. That’s right, ‘Big Stack’ and I will be duking it out one on one this Wednesday on Roulette. But that’s not even the best part dudes, the best part is that this contest will be my first round match in a tournament where the prize is none other than the NLW Heavyweight championship.”
Nicky pauses to finish his beer, letting the thoughts of NLW gold set in.
“But I’m not getting ahead of myself. This week when I step out through that curtain and see that NLW crowd for the first time, I won’t have the championship belt on my mind. I’ll have my eyes and mind firmly fixed on the ‘Sin City’s Savior’. Anything other than full concentration against this man may as well be an instant loss. I tuned in last week to see him dismantle not one but two men in the NLW ring. His infamous lariat could near decapitate me if he hits it right. So it’s my job to make sure he doesn’t. Now, I’m not naive enough to think that once I step into the squared circle that I can just dodge a few moves, leap around a bit and pick up the win. No, I know this is going to hurt. But I remind you all, and especially Philip Kennedy, that I’m no stranger to pain. The first time I jumped on a wave, do you think I followed it all the way to shore? Hell no, I wiped out and landed my head right on my board. Do you think the first time I let loose down a halfpipe that I flipped around and rolled out safe and sound? Hell no, I landed right on my ass. I’m savvy enough to know that I won’t cake walk my way to a win on Wednesday, but you’d be a fool to underestimate me, because I guarantee you, I’m the most determined man I know. Not only that, my wrestling ability is nothing to be ignoring either. Why don’t I show you? Follow me. It’s time to Bust a Move!”
Beer bottle in hand, Nicky strolls out through the sand onto the solid ground, into the crisp night air. The camera follows Nicky out to the edge of the yard. He turns to the camera as he places his beer bottle on a nearby rusted gas barrel.
“Now folks, Philip Kennedy may have the best lariat in the business, but Nicky Laine has the best dropkick in the business. The purpose of this move is the use the spring generated in your calves to propel yourself into the air with enough time to turn yourself horizontal and land a solid contact of your two feet onto your opponent’s jaw area. Sounds pretty simple, right dudes? So you must be thinking, what makes mine the best? Well not only do I land a killer contact on my opponent, I also roll through and land on my feet, putting me in prime position for a follow-up. But I could stand here all night and talk about it, but I’d rather show you guys. And show the ‘Las Vegas Lariat’ what he’s in for come Wednesday!”
Nicky shifts his gaze to the empty bottle perched atop the gas barrel. He readies himself by standing with his feet sideways to his target. In a blur of movement, he squats suddenly and pushes himself upwards, off his feet. In the air, he twists himself as if laying in the air and thrusts his legs outwards, toward the bottle. The soles of Nicky’s feet meet the bottle’s exterior, the momentum forcing it to smash against the nearby wall. Falling from the air, he ducks his head and allows his legs to drop over him. Landing just below his shoulder blades, Nicky rolls through upon hitting the ground and drives himself to a standing position. Satisfied with his utilisation of the standing dropkick, he pumps his arm forward and lets out a triumphant laugh.
“And that is how the perfect dropkick is landed, bro’s! You can follow that up with a variety of moves, my personal favourite being the springboard crossbody. But I’ll demonstrate that on Wednesday, folks, just you wait and see. Now let’s head back to the cabin for my favourite part of the show, Rad or Bad!”
Feeling the chill in the Las Vegas night, Nicky briskly steps back to his storage locker. He collapses back onto the couch. Rubbing the tiredness from his clearly exhausted eyes, he sits up to address the camera.
“Sorry about that, it’s been a long day dudes. But I’m always energetic when it comes to NLW news, and on this segment of the show, I give that news the Nicky Laine seal of approval or ‘ol thumbs down. First up, let’s talk about the news that has all of this town buzzing since last Wednesday. On Roulette, my boss “Cowboy” James Bullet announced that the NLW would be hosting a tournament over the coming weeks to crown an inaugural Heavyweight champion. Not only that, but the semi-finals will be held under ladder match rules, while the final will be held inside a mess of steel chains and bars and fire at High Stakes! How freakin’ insane is that?! This one has to go down a ‘rad’ piece of news!
Next, we definitely need a judgement on Claudia Deathstryke’s capture of the Queen of Queen’s championship last week. The dominance of the Kennedy Sport’s Agency continues as both of Brian Kennedy’s clients here in Vegas have picked up gold in the last two weeks. Not only that, but Claudia’s recent rival, Kandi Washington has been released from her contract following a meltdown directly after losing to Deathstryke. As I said last week, Kennedy’s methods of getting the job done for his employers is questionable at best, and if the clean sweep of NLW gold continues that’s gotta be pretty ‘bad’ for myself and the rest of the roster.
There’s one more story that we can’t move on without discussing, and it’s the announcement of the United Wrestling League hosting WrestleFest III at the end of the month. This supershow is going to involve performers from each of the promotions that compete under the UWL banner. I would like to take this opportunity to formally put myself forward and ask to be considered to be included as one of the competitors at this amazing event. Of course dudes, that’s as ‘rad’ as it gets!”
Nicky smiles, beaming with pride, and turns to behind the couch yet again. Surfacing again, this time with a small satchel in his grasp, rather than a beer. Nicky begins emptying the contents of the brown bag out onto the couch. A multitude of letters spill out onto the cushioned leather. Brown envelopes, white envelopes and all ranges of postcards gathered in a pile.
“Now it’s time for a new segment here in the cabin, this one’s called ‘Nicky’s Mailbag’.”
Reaching his hand into the pile, Nicky ruffles it around and pulls out a postcard. A picture of the world famous ‘Welcome to Vegas’ sign illustrated the front of the card with a short message inscribed on the back.
“In this new part of the show, I’m gonna answer some of the overwhelming fan mail I’ve been receiving since appearing on Roulette this past week. I want my fans to know that I appreciate their support, because I can’t do this without you. So with all that in mind, onto the first piece of mail! Okay, this one’s from Shawn, living right here in Vegas. He says “Screw you, you damn beach bum, Vegas’ own Philip Kennedy is going to hand you your ass on a plate this week!” … Oh… You sure your real name isn’t Alex Cash, Shawn? Hah. Let’s just put that one to the side for now. [Roots through pile and opens a white envelope] Okay guys this letter is from Lydia in North California… Oh, and it’s got a photo… Woah, what’s this? Woah! You know what, we better put this one to the side too, but big props to Lydia for the… Eh… Support, I guess!”
Shaking the embarrassment from his face, Nicky smiles awkwardly at the camera. He takes to the mess of letters again, this time pulling out a large manilla envelope. He tears open the top rather primitively and pulls out the single sheet of paper held inside. He examines it carefully this time to avoid another mishap. Appeased with it’s contents, Nicky looks up to read it out.
“This letter comes from a little guy called Eoin from the Reno area. Here’s my favourite bit! “I can’t come to the show, but I’ll be watching your match with Philip Kennedy on tv Wednesday night. I’ll definitely be rooting for you because Philip is a bad guy and you’re a good guy. Everyone knows the good guy always wins.” I hope you’re right kiddo, and now that I know at least one person out there will be pulling for me, I promise to leave it all in the ring and do my best to make sure the good guy wins for you.”
Contented with that as an ending point for the segment, Nicky pushes the letters away. He slides to his feet and paces his way towards the door. The camera moves ahead of him, leaving a picture of Nicky standing at the entrance, leaning against the wall.
“Well my dudes and dudettes, I’m afraid that’s all we have time for here on NLW.com and that signals the end of the second webisode of the ‘Cabin of Cool.’ But don’t worry, if you can’t stand to wait a whole week before you see this mug again, you can catch me this Wednesday on NLW Roulette, in association with P.W. Syndicate. Now I’m no gambling man like my opponent this week, but you can bet on it that when I go toe to toe with ‘Big Stack’ this week that I won’t be leaving the Orleans Arena until I give every single ounce of fight I have in me. And whether I win or lose, I know that I’ll have earned the respect of every single spectator sitting in that venue. So come at me Phil, come at me with everything you have in you, ‘cause that’s what I’ll be doing. And when your best meets my best on Wednesday night, I wouldn’t bet against me.”
Nicky cracks a slight smirk, a show of confidence in his own abilities.
“It’s getting pretty late guys and I have to head back in and drink the rest of that beer before hitting the town. So get outta here and I’ll see you all right here in Vegas next week. Until then, always remember, go with the flow!”
Smiling at the camera, Nicky nods his head in approval before pushing the button on the wall beside him. The rolling metal gateway hit the ground with a thud and Nicky disappeared behind it. ‘Misirlou’ by Dick Dale begins to play as the camera points toward the sky and the moon still sitting high, flanked by the stars.
[Fade to Black]
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