DISCLAIMER:
I do not own any WWE characters. I do not own any other characters to which some character may have a coincidental resemblence to. Please don't sue me. I am not making any money off of this and I am just writing it for the benefit of my own entertainment as well as the entertainment of the other fans out there. Also, this is a story from my own imagination, any resemblance to real life events, or even those in another fiction is completely coincidental. Except for White-Wolf Game Studios, who inspire almost everything I write in some form or another. As an additional note, there are so many fan fiction stories out there on this site as well as others, so any similarity is coincidental or great minds just happen to think alike.
Also, to you, the community, I proclaim myself as a first time contributer, and I throw myself to your mercy. I hope my unorthodox practices have a place here, as this is the community I feel will most enjoy my work. All reviews welcome, of course. I apologize in advance for any mistakes on nettiqutte I might make, being a newb and all. I am, however, not new to writing, as I believe that will seem evident.
MINI-TREATMENT:
For those unfamiliar with the term, this is a treatment.
http:www.screentalk.biz/art050.htm
And while I maintain that I am NOT selling anything here, I do understand that these stories can be a bit alienating when they get long winded or complicated. So these might be good things to bear in mind before delving in.
-This is an alternate universe story. Many of the characters retain their widely known personailties. Not all of them are as you remember them. The characters, for the most part, retain their appearances. NONE of them retain their professions. If you want to read about the characters wrestling, you have your pick of the litter at this site. I am writing about the characters/people. Not about wrestling. Just my choice that's all (actually, I'm taking a weird dream I had the other night, and adding to it. I personally find that doing this makes new memories of the dream that seem just as real as the dream. And I enjoy that, when I have the time.) I hope I'm not stretching the definition of fan fiction too thin, as I haven't seen many stories setup like mine.
-The common ties of the characters are to the Florida Nightlife. They all have their own jobs, come from different places, but in this setting, they are all floating about the Jacksonville area, usually most active at late night. Being that I've never been to Jacksonville, I'm speculating alot. If anyone familiar with that area wants to help out, terrific. Other than that, forgive the inconsistencies.
-The Genre will be tough to put a finger on. Think of it as 40 Romance, 30 Action, 15 Horror and 15 Murder Mystery. There are also strong supernatural overtones.
-While an OC is a major character, I'll do my best not to Mary-Sue it up. It'll be tough though. :)
CAST:
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AMY: Amy Dumas. If you're a fan of hers, you'll appreciate how little she varies from her nature.
CHINO: An OC. Ample descrip in CH 2.
SIMON: Simon Dean. Not an exercise buff here.
MUGGER:Mikey Whipwreck. As a low-life nut.
JEFF:Jeff Hardy. Don't get too excited, minor role.
DAFF:Shannon "Daffney" Ward
STACEY:Stacey Keibler. Again, very minor role at this point.
OFFICER FULLINGTON: Jim "Sandman" Fullington
ROD: Roddy Piper
SHANIQUA: Linda "Shaniqua" Miles
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I
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"....And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sort of like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton."
Simon munched away on potato chips and locked his gaze upon the TV. Amy, snuggled close to him, was doing her best to drone out the noise in her ear. It wasn't that she was particularly sensitive to distraction, or that she hadn't told him how loud he can chew because he doesn't close his mouth when he eats. It was that he either wasn't aware he was doing it... or he didn't care enough to change. She'd rather endure it than make a federal case out of it.
To look at her, you'd never know what a sweet girl Amy was deep down. She had a very rough upbringing, and grew up in a tough part of Jacksonville. Her mother kept them living from paycheck to paycheck, and Amy played an invaluble role in sustaining the house, as well as looking after her kid brother. Now the twerp was in high school and going through an awkward phase. He barely spoke to his sister. Amy kept in touch with her mother, but couldn't stand the grief she gives her. So she kept mostly to her own business, which for the time being was following her dream - being in a band. Simon was the lead guitarist and founder. Amy played rhythm guitar and sang. She had been going out with Simon for five months. While the thrill was gone from their relationship, she still got more than enough thrill from being onstage, performing with Simon and his high school buddies in local bars and small concerts. "Soldered Angel" might never amount to anything, but at least she'd always have the memories of these, her wild days.
Amy got up to get something to drink. "Oh, could you get me a Coke cutie?" Simon asked. Amy rolled her eyes, and grunted her acceptance. Once she opened the refrigerator door, a feint aroma caught her attention. She sniffed around. Eventually, she locked onto the source - some old leftover beef that was just starting to go bad.
"Where ya goin?" Simon asked when he heard her unlock the door.
"Bad Leftovers" she groaned, and took the tupperware to the garbage chute room only a few feet from her apartment door. As she turned back to her apartment, the door next to hers on an angle flung open. A man she'd never seen before was dashing madly out of it. Amy was startled, and she stepped back and balled up her fists. She never saw his face, his long brown hair covered his face as he moved. he retreated back after half a pace, scampering about to lock his door as fast as possible.
He donned a black rain coat, tattered baggy blue jeans, and flashy Nike sneakers. One sleeve was rolled up, revealing a slender, yet rippling forearm of medium complexion. His coat collar was folded halfway under itself. Amy could tell from when he made his pivoting stride back to the door that he was shirtless under his coat. All and all, this man did not look like he had it all together. Some sort of emergency seemed to beckon him.
He shifted his hair, and looked at Amy from the corner of his eye as the lock clacked shut.
"Sorry" he said, as he dashed towards the stairs, and scurried down them, and out of the building.
"Who was that?" asked Simon, overhearing.
"I guess it was the new guy. I didn't even know he moved in." she chuckled
"Hmmph."
"That was weird." she said, planting herself down on the couch by his side. Simon wrapped an arm around her. Amy had always loved Kill Bill, but she let her mind wander about the curious man she just saw for about ten minutes before focusing on the movie again.