Hello again Ladies and Gentlemen. Hope you've stuck with me through the months of waiting but for now, sit back, relax, get a cool drink and popcorn and let's stop with me rambling!
I do not own Skullgirls. All rights go to the amazing team of Hidden Variable, The Composers and Cast: Alex Ahad, Michiru Yamane, Vincent Diamante, Cristina Vee, Kaiji Tang, Sarah Williams, Rich Brown, Laura Post, Kai Kennedy and all the other amazing people who make this game awesome! (I could say the other names but that would take too long)
Enjoy Chapter Four: The Comeback Story of the Century...
Setting the Stage Chapter Four
NMO Arena, Autumn 1/9/2008
"1… 2… 3…!"
"Here's your winner and still undefeated Wulfamania champion. Please give a warm welcome back to: The master of promos. The king of the One Twenty Inch Python. Made of 284 pounds of folded steel and sex appeal! The Man. The Legend: BEOWULLLLLLLFFFFFFFFF!" The announcer cried to the audience, who roared in appreciation for their Wulfs heroic win and triumphant return.
Beowulf got up after pinning one of his biggest fans: Cerebella or so she said. Damn it was a great comeback match. He was surprised she knew so many moves. Guess his legacy lived on after all.
Looking around the arena, he saw so many sparkling eyes, so many happy pedestrians, so many happy little kids. Even though the Skullgirl had appeared, they'd all came. "They all came to see me... They all came to see me again…" Beowulf tried to hold back tears, as he asked for a microphone.
Getting said Mic, he slowly brought it to his lips. Taking a pause, he then shouted. "Finalllyyy… THE WULF HAS COME BACK TO NEW MERIDIAN!" At the same time, the crowd talked in unison with him, like they had been waiting for it. After, the crowd went wild, happy that Beowulf hadn't lost his touch one bit.
Cerebella meanwhile, secretly smiled as she lay on the mat still. "Heh (He's still got it…)... ow… Man he doesn't pull his punches either…" She felt her sides. There was nothing real about his strength. Jeez.
At the same time meanwhile, Zane carefully looked on in satisfaction from behind the backstage curtain. Pleased with the response Beowulf seemed to be getting from the crowd.
Knowing what was coming next, he stealthily slipped away back to his office.
Back with the champ, he was still enthralled by their reactions to him "You guys seem to have missed me." Beowulf stated the obvious. The crowd roared back at him happily. "Ha! I missed yous too! So are you fired up for: The Beowulf Comeback Tour!"
The crowd cheered and then began chanting "Beowulf! Beowulf!"
"I can't hear all you little Wulfs!"
"BEOWULF! BEOWULF!"
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! That little demonstration should put any doubts about my comeback to rest. I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!"
"YEAHHHHHHHH!" The crowd screamed back.
"That's just what I'll do to the Skullgirl too!" Beowulf screamed back and the crowd went wild.
"WOOOOOOOOOO!"
A few feet away from the Wulf, his opponent got up and at the same time Beowulf turned to face her. He then walked over to her, shook her hand and gave her one of the biggest bro hugs ever which made the hat wearing girl's legs wobble from the shock "(He hugged me!)" She gleefully thought like a fangirl. Until she fell down to one knee from the damage. "Oof…"
Beowulf knelt down to her level and put his hand on her shoulder. She immediately blushed on touch. "…You okay?" He looked on, concerned.
Cerebella flinched slightly while smiling coolly but it was obvious something was wrong. "Don't worry about me big guy. It's usually worse than this." Beowulf took a moment to realise she was putting it on but smiled and nodded. Getting up to leave the ring, he did one last thing; saying with his back to her. "Take care of yourself. And kid?" He turned around with his lovely smile. "Thanks." He then stuck out his fist. Cerebella hesitated at first, stunned into silence but did the same a few moments later and they connected the bro fist. The crowd went wild once again while the Cartes girl stood still and looked at her shaking hand in shocked happiness.
On his way out, the Wulf picked up a nearby handy mic as he walked back up the ramp. "Every comeback match has to be with an awesome opponent and this girl right here was amazing. Let's hear it for CEREBEELLLLLA!"
The crowd cheered and chanted her name, as Beowulf took one last look at the arena and walked behind the curtain. "I'm home."
After he got into the backstage area, he was patted on the back, told "Good job Beowulf" and high fived. The crew Zane had got seemed better than ever! Wonder where he got them from?
Not one to let his thoughts go on, Beowulf grinned to himself about the familiarity. "(Just like before) Feels like eleven years ago all over again."
"Beowulf, sir. Mr. MacDougal would like a word with you in his office. Awesome match by the way!" One of the technicians he just passed by said.
"Sure bud. I'll go see him now. Thanks as well." Beowulf nodded and began his walk to the Manager's Office.
Zane's Office
Knocking and walking in, he saw Zane with the biggest smile on his face. "Ha-ha-ha! There he is! Ladies and Gentlemen. The Legend is back and better than ever!" Zane punched the air and hopped onto his table.
Beowulf stood in the middle of the room, still grinning like a fool. "Yeah, man. I can't believe they didn't forget!"
"Ha! See! Told you your Wulfpack wouldn't forget you! And you were so worried about going out there." The dirty blonde gave a wry smirk. Beowulf merely rolled his eyes.
"So? How'd ya like your first headliner? You taste blood out there babe? You smell the crowd?" He jumped off and put his hand into a fist. "They're hungry for more. They're dying for the Wulf! Forget that no-name you just dropped on the mat. Even Grendel is ancient history. You're back!" Zane grinned, while putting his hand in his pocket casually.
"It's like the last few years never even happened. I'm so glad we're back in business together bro! I. AM. SO. PUMPED! (She was a good kid though. Helping me with my comeback. Not many would do that for me)"
Zane just kept on grinning, if anything you could see all his slick teeth. "(Over the top as always) Good, good. This is just the beginning… Zane MacDougal is gonna take you all the way this time. I promise. Before too long, you'll be taking on the whole world's enemy: The Skullgirl, in front of the cameras!" The Manager announced eagerly.
"This train don't stop!" Beowulf shouted.
"Heh. Not this time." Zane walked around and sat in his chair. "But first things first. The town's in an uproar, right? Because of the Skullgirl." Zane put his hand to his face in a thinking sort of manner. "The populace is, how can I put this… They're hugging their teddy bears and crying. (I tried) You can hear em out there, crying in fear. And do you know why?" Zane raised an eyebrow at Beowulf.
The man in question was getting so hyped, he couldn't keep still. "I don't! Tell me why!"
"I'll tell you why." He slammed his fist down on the table. "It's because there's so many freaks on the streets! The Skullgirl shows up, everything goes all wobbly and then the characters come popping out of the woodwork!" At this point, Zane was standing atop his office table but Beowulf didn't care. This was awesome!
"We need someone to put them back in the woodwork! Do you think you could be a carpenter for me, Beowulf!?" Zane himself, was believing the hype already. "(What a strange feeling this is)" She thought.
"Don't you worry man! My entire bodies a hammer!" He shouted. All the hype was drowned out by those words.
Zane sweat dropped. "Uh… right. Heh, right. Look it's all set up. You don't have to worry about a thing. The cameras will capture your brave battle on behalf of the little people. Can you do that for me?" Zane asked.
Beowulf leaped for joy and replied. "I can be a hero!"
"You wanna be a hero? Go and get em!" Zane punched the air in enthusiasm.
Beowulf pointed at his best friend in a friendly manner. "I love the way you think man. Always one step ahead. Where abouts is it?"
"Oh, just in some rundown place called Little Innsmouth. Not a very good place to sell tickets mind you heh. Don't worry though. You should be able to find your way there easily, so see you in a bit babe!"
"See you bro!" Beowulf said goodbye as he closed the door.
A couple of seconds later, there was another knock on the door. "Come in! (Perfect timing)" Zane called out.
In walked a limping Cerebella, still wounded from her fight against Beowulf. "You wanted to see me Mr. MacDougal? (Wow, this is so awesome! I just fought Beowulf, and and-)"
Despite her injuries, the minty haired girl couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities. Maybe he would offer her a wrestling contract?!
Zane stayed motionless for a few moments before carefully standing up. A different posture taking him over. Almost like a stick. "Yes my dear child. Sit down." Zane offered her. His eyes suddenly faded away from the shades almost as if they were never there.
The air suddenly became tense and Cerebella didn't sit on the other hand. This guy had suddenly grown a bit taller and his face was twitching. It just gave her this bad unnerving feeling. "Um... Is something wrong?" She asked.
Zane took off her shades and smiled showing her complete black eyes apart from the small red dot in the middle, her face slowly becoming disjointed. "No... not at all... In fact... you've arrived just in time... To become A̵ ̵C̶A̶N̶D̶I̷D̷A̴T̷E!"
The Cartes girl immediately ran for the door screaming for help but she did not reach it in time. It was the last thing she did before a tentacle covered her mouth and the door slammed shut...
After a minute, the door opened and out walked Zane. A different grin plastering his face. Slowly turning into an evil unemotional smirk as he sleeked down the silent hallway.
Maplecrest, Grand Cathedral of the Divine Trinity
"Right, so the defences at the main generator room are not heavily guarded. (Well apart from Peacock but she doesn't need to know about that) Go for that, smash the monitors, kill Stanley, Avian and anyone else who gets in our way."
"Is that all?"
"There's still a couple of things to go over but-" Valentine was shut up by a vacuum suddenly cutting off her wind pipe. It continued to curl around her neck until the skull like tube brought her closer to its master.
"I tire of waiting Valentine and of your incompetent planning. I must destroy The Lab quickly, before they know where to pinpoint our location."
"Not just... tha..t but... your vengen-"
Marie increased the pressure further around the Nurse's neck, bringing her off the ground as she did so.
"I… under..stand I'..ll b.e quicker…" Saying that through chokes, The Skullgirl then uncurled the vacuum from Valentine's neck, dropping her to the floor as it slithered back around Marie's waist.
At this time, Double walked in and Valentine turned to greet the returning Nun. "Sister Agatha. Glad you could join us again!" Valentine happily stood up after gasping for air. "I was just having a nice conversation with Marie here. So, how did it go?"
"We weren't, for the record..."
"It went better than expected He's going out to fight right now. Shouldn't be long. Make sure you both are prepared."
"Sure."
"Very well." The duo replied.
Double walked past her two unwilling partners in crime and into her private chamber: An old, dusty room, next to the confession booth, leaving both Valentine and Marie to continue "discussing" the plans of attack.
Sitting down on a wooden chair, Double noticed she had kept her shades on all this time, even after she transformed back. "Huh. Well I don't mind them being on anyway." Disagreeing with her conscience to take them off.
Turning her attention to the only two tables in the room, she looked at the TV for a second. An old rundown black and white television at that too and searching, she found the remote for it.
The fool would take a bit longer than expected to fight his 2nd opponent. In the meantime, she could continue her "training". "Now, how did I turn this blasted thing on last time?" She was trying all the buttons on the remote and at last she found the right one. Trust her to not have been keeping up on this.
Ever since her first "meeting" with Beowulf, the nun would train her vocal skills to match what she watched on TV: Talk Shows. Reality Shows. The works. All for her to know and learn how to deceive people more. She wasn't worried about taking too much information. Humans were an interesting bunch but were ultimately stupid in nature. Beowulf could be considered the king in her eyes.
The TV switched on to a talk show. "And welcome to tonight's showing of: Jimmy Kyle!"
"Alright bud, tell us more about yourself. The babycakes in this audience are dying to know the secret! The big beautiful story, tell us more to them and good ol' Jimmy!"
"(Hm. It seems babycakes and bud are used a lot in conversation. Perhaps it would be beneficial to continue using them) Very well. Let's have a go." Making up her mind, Double walked over to her only mirror, attached to the worn dresser.
Looking at the slightly damaged glass image of herself, she cleared her throat. "...Buddy, babycakes! You got all the talent in the world! No one can touch you! The Beowulf comeback story!" Double clicked her fingers and then pointed to the mirror, adding a wink for a effect but then after a few seconds dropped the unique pose. She suddenly felt the urge to stop. "Er... Hm... (I need to keep up the enthusiasm) Then again... It has been a long time... ... I'll continue this later..." Double turned the TV off on her way out and closed the door.
Preparing to leave as she morphed into her "other clothes", the shapeshifter was stopped by a humorous and what she considered annoying voice "Looking good sister nun. Loving the open collar shirt jacket, maroon jeans and shades. Bit too much of the goatee though. Eh, work in progress I guess."
The nun, who had taken off her shades to give them a clean and also to distract her from the unbearable presence, finally turned to look at her "partner" and saw the nurse leaning up against one of the many pillars on the way out to the entrance. It was hard to see due to the darkness but she could see Valentine slightly smirking through her surgeons mask. "See something you like? Oh no. I'm being too generous." Double in response; simply put on her shades, reattached his face and began to make her way out. "Hm, good talk. Be careful." The grating woman's sultry voice called after her, as she closed the double cathedral doors.
However, after a few minutes, Valentine herself was leaving the Cathedral, with her own agenda in mind. "(Let's see if the legends are true) Painwheel better not disappoint."
Little Innsmouth, Dak'kull Dubu
"One Twenty Inch Python!" Beowulf shouted as he got out Grendel and slammed it fist first into his unwilling opponent: Painwheel.
"Arrrghhh." The monster fell back and landed in the middle of the wooden walkway, not moving at all after the hard hitting blow.
Beowulf simply went up and pinned her shoulders to the floor, the girl still seemingly unable to get up from the finishing move. "1. 2. 3…! AROOOOOO!" The Wulf howled.
Almost as if someone flipped a switch inside her damaged mind, Painwheel immediately threw his arms and pushed him off while rising and clutching her wounded, beat up body intensely. Turning to run, she howled, "I WON'T GO BACK! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" at Beowulf, while limping away.
The Wulf just stood there dumbstruck.
"She's gone. Man, Zane wasn't kidding about the freakshow. (That was weird. She seemed to be in a lot of pain… Felt real too...) Anyway! That fight was one big highlight reel! Remember the tape goes to Zane MacDougal. Write it down would ya buddy?"
"We… only deliver what's on our menu." The dagonian answered.
Yu Wan, who had just witnessed the whole fight alongside Minette, was perplexed to say the least. What in the hell did he mean "Write it down?" He was a fan of wrestling but he didn't know it had advanced this much? The guy looked familiar too... Yu Wan then noticed another well dressed man strolling along the wooden walkway. "(Nice shoes.)" Yu thought.
Stopping directly under where Yu Wan and Minette were standing, the man looked up and pointed at both of them, grinning all the way. "Don't you worry babe. It's all part of the Beowulf comeback story. A big beautiful story!" Zane then turned to Beowulf with his wide grin. "Good ol' Zane's gonna make you look your best! (Memorized it...)"
Beowulf just scratched his head out of confusion. "Uh, Zane… What are you doing here?"
The manager waved off the champ's confusion. "Oh, don't sweat it. I saw everything. You did good here today kid, real good! Come to my office tomorrow we'll talk about your next match. Until then, catch you later! (He did good for his first run, regardless of that child's usefulness... Back to work but first...)"
Beowulf on the other hand just stood there in more confusion as his manger turned the corner, walking onto one of the many catwalks and out of sight. "Err… Okay… (Guess I should go home.)" He thought. If he was being honest, he kind of didn't want to go home... He actually enjoyed spending time with his good buddy again and the matches were different but still awesome. Then again, it would be nice to get some shut eye. "(May as well.)"
He bid the Fish goodbye and began his way home. After a while, he made it onto the familiar Streets of New Meridian. His home wasn't that far off now.
Walking onto the curb and looking around, Beowulf saw no one else in the area. "(What time is it anyway?)" There was a bit of tension in the air as he continued through the abandoned street.
"GAHHHHHHHH! No! NO! You won't take me back. You won't!" Painwheel fired more nail spikes into the shadows of an alleyway, hoping to hit her ambushing assailant but it was to no avail. It was almost like she couldn't hit whatever it was that was after her.
"D̴͔̚e̴͈̾a̴̮̋ŗ̶̍ ̶̫̂C̶̬̊h̸̲̒ȋ̶̝l̷̨̆d̵̡̓..̴̀." A distorted unearthly voice made her freeze on the spot. "You seem to misunderstand my intentions." Out from the shadows stepped just an ordinary looking nun however, the ASG unit knew that this was no "ordinary" woman.
Reading herself for whatever came next, Painwheel grew another spike, this time from her palm. "What do you want then?" She angrily asked.
Double titled her head. "My, my... such anger. You truly are the physical embodiment of humanities malice. As for your question, despite your recent failure against my "servant" you still hold some value to Lady Valentine and for that, I cannot allow you to escape, less you cause more problems for us."
"So you're going to try and kill me then?" Painwheel sneered.
In response, the Shapeshifter began to walk eerily closer to the young girl while also distorting her body into something else entirely. "Kill you? No... I have "other uses" for Ỹ̷̲ǒ̴̬u̸̪̎!̴"
Everything went black for Carol...
Streets of New Meridian
It was very silent. Almost eerie. He never liked it when it was eerie… At the same time, he could feel eyes piercing the back of his skull. How may you ask? Wulf senses! "(It's like I'm being watched…)" The Wulf thought. Hearing an out of nowhere noise, he decided to just confront whoever or whatever it was stalking him. "Who's there?!" He shouted at the unknown interloper.
He was surprised, when out stepped a very lovely looking woman, wearing a very revealing nurses outfit.
To a normal guy, he'd be drooling but to Beowulf, she was just another pedestrian.
The woman took the time to look the man up and down almost mockingly and then smirked. "Oh, how amusing. I was looking for my wayward project and I find instead, a famous fool. You must be the one who beat her."
Beowulf in response, tapped his chin. Trying to think what she meant. "(She doesn't mean the girl with the fan, does she?) I beat somebody… Or something. Screamed a lot. That who you mean (I hope)?"
The nurse's expression changed to one of disgust "She clearly isn't ready if she lost to you. (However, I'll be the judge of that) But it's survival of the fittest. This city is a proving ground after all." Valentine mused.
Beowulf had no idea what she was talking about but he wasn't going to let her trash talk him like this! "I just want to clean up New Meridian... The Skullgirl's out there somewhere and I'm going to find her!" He triumphantly boasted.
Valentine raised an eyebrow at the man's brash outburst. "Such confidence. You plan to fight the Skullgirl? (How foolish… But… We'll see if he has what it takes…) I've decided it's your turn. Let's test YOU out." Valentine immediately ran at the wrestler, unsheathed her scalpels and threw them at him.
Beowulf only manged to dodge the sharp objects, since he was too caught up in what she was saying. Side stepping, he was almost too late to stop a well timed kick to his stomach. Grabbing her leg on instinct, he began to spin her around but Valentine managed to escape by kicking his arm and land only a few feet away. "Whoa there Lady. First You mock me. Now you're fighting me! (I don't think this is going to be a normal fight. Hell, the spikey girl was weird enough!)"
Beowulf made a grab for her but the nurse side stepped and kicked him in the back, sending him flying to the other side of the empty road.
"I'm merely seeing if the great Beowulf is all he is made out to be. Unfortunately, right now, the tales do you no justice at all." She mocked.
Beowulf turned his head to look at the crazy lady, eyes full of determination. "Alright. Time to get serious! Wulf Up!" A stern look plastered on his face, he stomped his way towards the nurse and went to hit her with Hurting.
In quick fashion, Valentine dodged, karate chopped his side and kicked him away again. "(Perhaps Double was wrong about him…) A hero? Ha! You should have retired when you had the chance."
Lying bare on his back, Beowulf suddenly kipped right back up and regained his composure, which caught the bluenette off guard. He had athleticism, she'd give him that.
"Think so?" The Wulf asked. Valentine could see he was smirking but why?
She found out as something metal hit her hard from above and she fell to the floor. "What the devil?!" She could make out the object… It was a chair?! At the same time, Beowulf, had made a run for her, while she was distracted and went for his famous move: "Wulf Kick (Drop Kick)!"
Valentine felt the impact of his boots hit her face and she was sent flying. "(Want in the name of the Trinity is this? What kind of fighting style is this?!) I knew I should have watched more wrestling!"
Beowulf didn't stop there, as he made a grab for her back. Locking his arms around her waist, he went for a German Suplex and succeeded as he threw her behind him.
"Need to… time it!" Valentine managed to land on her feet, despite how fast she was flying.
Once again, though she had evaded another attack, the nurse wasn't ready to be uppercutted by Beowulf's partner and looked above to see only a grey figure come crashing down on her.
"Canis Major!" Looking down now, she could see she was about to land on the chair. Not having time to struggle as Beowulf had kept a firm grip on her, the Last Hope member smashed into the seat.
Right after, Beowulf then got off the woman, picked Grendel up and slung him over his shoulder. He then made a crouching stance. Waiting for his opponent to get up. "(Hate to be so rough but she did just throw scalpels at me. Sooo… I guess… I could just knock her out… if I can anyway)" It was strange how she was bringing out the best in him wrestling wise.
Valentine meanwhile, was trying her best to recover from the impact. It didn't help that she had back pains. Luckily the enhanced drugs would heal her. She was not doing well mentally though. "(I underestimated him… Need to rethink my strategy… I never thought he'd be able to actually wield a Gigans arm…)"
Finally managing to get to her feet, Valentine quickly regretted the thought, as Grendel swept her off her legs rather violently and she fell back down again.
"Urghhh!" Pain in her shins. He was no ordinary fighter indeed.
Seeing her fall, Beowulf waited for her to get up again, setting Grendel down next to Hurting and putting his chair back into its folded position as he did so.
"Be right back guys. Come on. Come on. Come on…" Crouching down once again, he made the hand gesture for her to get up. "Come on… Come on…!" He gritted his teeth.
Valentine got back up again, only to be Speared violently to the floor. Beowulf pinned her shoulders to the floor. "1… 2… 3…! Arooooo! Yeah! The Line for autographs starts here!" Beowulf howled and then made his way over to his two partners.
Slinging and hooking Hurting to his back and folding Grendel into his brown jeans, he saw the strange woman getting back up again. "(Wow. Never expected she'd get up after all of that. I was fighting for my life there! Guess I could take that as a training match) Phew! I must have more strength than you bargained on."
Beowulf then saw a sign that said: "Eliza Comeback. Coming Soon!"
"(Oooh, loved her records!)" He thought.
The nurse clutched her arm and panted heavily from the near damage. It would take a couple minutes for the drugs to work their magic. He had actually managed to severely injure her...
Regaining her stance, she sighed angrily. "I didn't expect this… You can actually wield that Gigan's arm like a weapon. (An incredible feat indeed. You choose well Double...)"
Beowulf folded his arms and smirked. "I've picked up a few tricks since I beat him. (And also, a friendship with him too…)" Closing his eyes and nodding his approval.
The Wulf's smirk quickly fell when he heard a light chuckle leave the nurse's lips.
"(He really thinks he beat him?) You beat a Gigan? Don't make me laugh. I lived that war little man. You posed for the crowds but never once visited the battlefield. (Saying that. You did do a very good job of keeping everyone happy and feeling protected)" Valentine scoffed and silently gave her respect for the fallen idol.
Slowly opening his eyes, Beowulf saw the woman with a blank expression on her face. What was her game? On top of that, she had recovered that quickly?
"(Hmm, maybe if I can give him a hint that he's being used, I can beat Double and Marie at their own little game. It's the least I can do for you Wulfman. After all, you were an idol of mine growing up) Alone against a Gigan warrior at full strength? You'd never stand a chance." Valentine mocked. "Then again, your ignorance may be staggering but that has its uses too. (Pick up on it!)" She hoped silently.
Beowulf just took that as more mocking however and was thinking about beating her up some more "(Right! Now, I know I've beat her but I'm not going to let her speak to me like that!) Who are you calling ignorant? You just got schooled by the Wulf! (Ha! That'll teach her!)" Beowulf smirked and silently patted himself on the back.
Valentine facepalmed on the inside at the same time. "Well I tried. And it was a lesson about not wasting my time. Sadly, I can see you haven't learned anything at all. At least I've still got my backup. So not a total loss. Heh-heh. I must be going, Beowulf. Good luck with your career. (Hopefully you see through all the lies)" Saying that, Valentine turned on her heel and walked away.
Back with the man himself, he just stood there, once again, confused. "(What's with everybody? Jeez…) I'm just trying my best here… and I'm get mocked for it? Hurting what do you think?" Beowulf asked his little friend.
"Yeah. Maybe I quick trip to the ring will do me some good. Worked last time. Cheers bro." He said positively and began his journey back to the arena.
NMO Arena, Spring 18/5/1996
"Beowulf my man, glad you came." Zane grinned.
There were no matches on, due to it being a Saturday. Though Beowulf was still called in suddenly by his Mentor, which he found strange, since this was the first time in a long-time Zane had asked to meet him for something other than wrestling.
Beowulf took a seat on one of the two seats opposite Zane's. Which in itself was a rarity. "Something wrong bro? Been a long time since we've done this." Beowulf asked.
"No, not at all my friend! Not at all. I just thought it would be nice to meet up, away from all the wrestling buzz. Kinda ironic, since I choose here heh but you'll see-" Zane was then interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Ah. That'll be her now! Come in!" Zane replied to the noise.
The door opened and in walked a very beautiful young lady. Her hair was tied up into a loose mini ponytail, as her dyed violet hair barely fitted it. She also had dark brown eyes and a bit of her hair could be seen covering her right eye. Clothing wise: She wore an open maroon short overcoat and wore a black scarf that was hanging loose. Under her overcoat, you could see her black t shirt, which had the numerals "XII" on it, in gold. Below her waste, she wore black flare jeans and heels. "I'm sorry honey, am I late?" She asked worryingly.
Didn't even need lipstick...
"Not at all sweety! Please, meet my best bud." Zane laughed.
Beowulf stood up, as the woman walked over to him. "Nice to meet you. Names Beowulf." The Wulf smiled nervously. He was never good with introductions.
The woman reached out her hand for a handshake and Beowulf took it. "Pleasure." She smiled sweetly. "Lacie: Lacie Sune."
"Cool name to be named after the sun!" Beowulf nodded stupidly.
"Thanks." Lacie laughed.
Zane stood up and walked around to the duo. He then put an arm around the woman's waist. "Beowulf I'd like you to meet my miss's."
Beowulf's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Wife?! What…? Eh?!"
"Calm down bud. I know I haven't mentioned her before since we do like to keep our relationship private don't we honnie?"
She hesitantly smiled but relaxed as she spoke. "Yes. My husband here however, has told me all about you. The saviour of the kingdom. The man who can sell out arenas by saying his name."
"Really? Aw, ha-ha! Hey, man what you been tellin' her that for!" Beowulf rubbed the back of his head, while smiling sheepishly. Despite the nice atmosphere, there was something off about her but he was too busy getting distracted by the woman's appearance.
She looked almost perfect... but he didn't know why.
"Bah, don't listen to him dear. He's just being modest. So, is the limo ready?"
"Yep. Just parked outside."
"Limo?" Beowulf asked.
"Since you have been doing so well, I thought I'd treat you along with my wife to a meal. You know for all you have both done for me."
Beowulf immediately grabbed and hugged Zane. "Aw man! Thanks for this! You really shouldn't have!"
"Yeah… Welcome… Air!"
Beowulf let go. "Sorry need to remember." He laughed nervously.
"That's another thing I forgot to mention…" Zane coughed while recovering. "His hugs are deadly."
Lacie chuckled in response. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Beowulf, babe. You go down to the limo. It's parked just outside the front entrance. We'll be down shortly." Zane said, half serious.
"Uh, sure man. Don't be too long." Beowulf joked as he walked out the room.
"We won't." Zane laughed but it soon turned into a death stare at the woman in front of her. "You could have done a bit better than that." He snapped.
"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! I'm trying my best!"
"Try harder and perhaps, the child will live to see another day." The man said unemotionally. "Now. You're going to enjoy yourself - right?" Zane raised an eyebrow. His eyes disappearing from the shades.
"Yes, yes! Just don't hurt him..." The woman screamed but not too loud.
"Good. Then let us be on our way "Dear". We can't keep my best bud waiting, can we?" The cheeriness in man's voice returned as did his pupils.
"You're a monster…" The woman muttered.
The manager turned around and held out his hand, looking at it while tilting his head slightly. "You mortals are amusing indeed. You call me a monster, yet your kind in our eyes, are more monsters than we ever were. You should think of that when you look into a mirror next time."
"Screw you…" Lacie spat and left quickly.
In quick fashion, Zane followed closely behind. Almost sliding as he walked. "Careful. Your life is in my hands "Sweetheart"." Zane's red eyes gleamed through her shades.
Beowulf turned his attention to the limo door, revealing the couple stepping in.
"Sorry about that. We were discussing what to do for our honeymoon." Zane chuckled.
"Erm… Did you guys recently marry or somethin'?"
Zane began to sweat a tiny bit. "Uh… yes! Yes. Heh. We were a bit quick. Things just happened so fast! Right sweetheart…" Zane gave his wife a sweet look. She could see however, that she was glaring at her.
"Yes. Indeed sweetie. I can't wait. Driver?" Lacie asked the driver to push off while smiling.
"Right ma'am." The Limo began to start.
"Uh ok. Hope it's a good one!"
"Oh, it will be…" Zane grinned.
They arrived at the restaurant: "Dak'kull Dubu". A little-known establishment but it did have great food. The limo screeched to a halt and the trio walked out. "Hmmm. Smells great. Can't wait to dig in!"
"I concur." Lacie agreed.
They ate at the restaurant for an hour and in that hour, many laughs were shared, as well as some awkward silences but all in all, it went pretty well and after they left, Zane bid his wife a goodbye and she made her way back "home" The best bros were now just outside the NMO arena once again, after the limo pulled up beside it.
"Thanks for tonight bro. Nice meeting your Mrs too. She should come to one of our shows!"
"Your welcome babe. I'm sure she feels the same way and I'll think about it heh. (Yawn) Well, I need to get back to filling out more paperwork. Got a Paperview next Sunday, make sure to be in great shape. Remember the plan bud." Zane reminded.
"I will bro, don't worry. Thanks again and see you…" Beowulf muttered and gave his friend a bro fist as, he watched his mentor go back into the building.
Zane did catch what he said however.
"Nice to see Zane doin' so well in his life. Wish I could have someone there for me… Oh well. I ain't good with women anyway. Wonder if I'm allowed in the ring at this time?" Beowulf thought and made his way to the back entrance.
"So, he does have a bit of a sensitive side..." Zane thought, making his way upstairs. "We'll see what makes him tick next. W̵o̸n̷'̶t̸ ̶b̴e̸ ̶l̸o̸n̶g̸ ̸n̸o̶w̴.̶.̶"
Beowulf meanwhile, stood in the center of the ring and closed his eyes. "(Thanks, for letting me get this far everyone...)" He thought.
NMO Arena, Autumn 1/9/2008
Beowulf opened his eyes and looked around the massive arena. Looking up next, he saw that the stars were out and that the night was a nice shade of dark blue. All it did was remind him how nice it was to be in New Meridian at this time.
"(I wonder how Lacie's doing now? She did help me quite a bit back then... and... that... co-star of mine… What was her name…) Ahhhh! What was it again?" Beowulf scratched his head.
"Nice to see you haven't changed idiot." A voice said from behind with a slight cough.
Beowulf turned to see the source of the voice and saw a young girl standing across the ring from him. She looked familiar… Before he could say anything, she spoke again. "Do you have any clue what's really going on around here?" The girl asked, annoyed.
Beowulf's only response was. "You want something kid? An autograph or something?"
The girl only rolled her eyes and looked at him grudgingly. "(He seriously doesn't remember me?) Maybe you're dumber than I thought. Annie: Girl of the Stars. Remember? (Please remember…)" Annie crossed fingers mentally.
Beowulf only just completely ignored what she said unfortunately and then looked at her for the longest second. He then pointed at her excitedly. Finally remembering who she looked like "Whoa, crazy! Man, you look just like the Annie I used to work with. I can tell the difference though! It's… the hair! (Knew she looked familiar!)"
Annie just face-palmed and folded her arms in response. "This is going to be a long night…" She sighed.
Zane has a wife! Well kinda... We'll see how that works out... Review at your leisure and have a good one!