(This is a fan fic based on the "public images" of various Chikara Wrestlers and is no way, shape or form trying to imply anything about the personal lives of the real people behind the public images.)

Chikara 18045 Episode 2

"Andrea Morgendorffer, you may enter my office."

Andrea adjusts her large glasses. "I would hope so, you did call for me on the intercom." Andrea walks into the office and is blinded by spotlights. She can just barely see the dark outline of Principal Mantis who sits in a darkened corner of the room.

"Andrea Morgendorffer, do you know why you were called to this office?"

"No clue."

"The great and devious Principal Mantis called you into this office because one of my personal belongings was taken from this office. Do you know which object it was?"

"I haven't been to your office before, and even if I had I wouldn't be able to see any of the other objects with this bright light shining on me."

Principal Mantis ponders a bit. "Okay, I detect no deception in what you say. You may go."

"Okay, just don't sacrifice me to the elder gods or something."

Principal Mantis chuckles. "A warranted fear, I assure you."

"How did it go?"

Andrea manages a weak smile for her friend Serena. "I would say that our school is being run by an insane devil worshiper, but that would be mean to the insane devil worshipers of the world."

"No kidding. They say that no one has ever seen Principal Mantis' face, and he uses bright lights to blind anyone who comes close."

"You would have to be pretty twisted to want to steal something from that guy."

Serena nods. "Oh, by the way, I have a new batch of pictures from my brother's band practice."

"Chuck?" Andrea's voice cracks a little.

"Check them out."

Andrea looks through the pictures. "How come you don't have any pictures of the individual band members?"

Serena has a blank look. "I don't know. But, look how hot my brother and Johnny are together."

"Okay, now you're making me uncomfortable. Most girls don't refer to their brothers with the word hot."

"But, he's trying to be a rock star, so that's the effect he's trying to achieve."

"Still ..."

"Anyway, they have practice today. If you want to you can come over and check them out."

"Sure!"

"Timothy Donst, you may enter my office."

Tim swaggers into the principal's office with a non-caring expression on his face. "What's up?"

"Young man, you should not address your elders in such a disrespectful manor. Now were you the one who stole the object from my office?"

Tim smirks. "No, it was not me. However, I do hear things."

"Things?"

"Yeah, like the object that was stolen is called the Eye of Tyre. Like the object is a magical device that increases the ability of the person who holds it in combat."

Principal Mantis thinks about this for a second. "You seem to know a lot, Timothy. However, doesn't this make you the prime suspect? After all, with the Eye of Tyre you would not have any trouble winning the state wrestling title this year."

Tim loses his temper. "Now wait just a second. I was robbed last year. I know that I can beat that scrub Eddie Kingston. It's just that his high school bribed the referee."

"I would have to agree with you there. Those west side rich snobs would stoop to any level of corruption to win."

"Tell me about it. What high school recruits wrestlers from other high schools and then pays off his parents so that they can afford to send the kid to the school? It's just not right."

"Well then, I can see that your morality would not allow you to steal this object. You may go."

"Wow, Serena, your house is huge."

"Yeah. It's kind of lonely though. The parents are away on various tours. It's just me an Chuck here."

"So where does the band practice?"

"They're in the garage. Follow me."

Andrea notices that the door to the garage has a sign that says "Gentlemen's Club". "Weird sign."

"And, here they are."

Andrea freezes dead in her tracks.

Chuck Taylor, who is working on an effects box, looks up at her. "Oh, hi. You must be sis' friend. Welcome to the Gentlemen's Club."

"Uh, uh, uh, hi."

"The band name is The Kentucky Gentlemen, but we're thinking of changing the name. That's why this garage is called the Gentlemen's club."

Andrea is to stunned to speak.

"What's your name?"

"Andrea."

"Cool. These are my band mates. The short guy over there is my lead guitarist Johnny Gargano."

Johnny Gargano shakes his head. "No, no. That's not how you introduce me. Do it correctly."

Chuck rolls his eyes. "Okay. Over there is my lead guitarist. He is the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, and the whole shebang, he is Johnny Gargano."

Gargano strikes a pose.

"On bass, over there we have freshly squeezed Orange Cassidy."

Cassidy barely raises his head. "Charmed."

"And, they guy on drums who insists on practicing in his ridiculous gimmick is called the swamp thing."

The swamp thing raises a drumstick in acknowledgment.

"We're getting ready to practice if you want to hang out and watch a bunch of guys endless argue over which chord sounds better, the dominate seventh or the suspended fourth."

Cassidy raises his head. "Seventh chords are for posers."

"Sorry, I have to do homework." Andrea runs out of the garage.

Serena catches up to her. "Too bad you have to go, their music is pretty good. Or, maybe it stinks but I'm used to it?"

Andrea tries to regain her composure. "Maybe some other time."

Serena hears the phone ring. "Hello."

"Serena, this is Branden. You have to get on line now on the Easton BBS. You would not believe what is going on!"

To Be Continued.