Post by Jordan Moss on Jul 29, 2011 3:26:30 GMT -3
[CD] Chapter 1: A Brand New Start
3:47 PM
Baltimore, MD - Wren Woods Apartments
:: ... Carport parking, a view overlooking the streets, unscreened windows, this place is nice. Already semi-furnished too, just need a couple things, but in the meantime, this apartment will do it. Nobody will find me here... I hope nobody finds me here... Nah.. new place, new car, new name... new start. ::
"Now, as you can see Mr. Moss....... Mr. Moss?"
:: I jerked myself out of the momentary lapse, and focused on the real estate agent. ::
"Apologies, I was just taking in the view. What were you saying Ms. Keeling?"
"...Oh, well, Mr. Moss..."
"Jordan, please. Mr. Moss is not a title I'm ready for."
"Oh, okay, umm, Jordan, the final leasing agreement has been drawn up, and is ready for your signature if everything looks satisfactory to you. It's on the kitchen table."
:: Here comes the part that worries me. ::
"And you've been notified from Paul regarding my... circumstances?"
:: Her eyes falls to the ground briefly. She knows. ::
"..Y-y-yes.."
:: I take step closer to her. The tension reaches near-awkward, but this must be said. ::
"Listen... Karen."
:: She bites her lower lip. Women love to bite their lower lip. She's surprised I knew her first name. ::
"If there is anyone who knows how dire my situation is, it's me. I have nothing but my car, and the belongings in it to my name. However, in order for us to finalize this agreement, I need to know that you are completely comfortable with my staying here... especially since you are one of the few in the know."
:: She bites her lower lip a little harder, looks down again, and looks back up at me. ::
"Does he know where you are?"
"No... No, no. He's just a distant memory now."
"You sure?"
:: Her rapid response causes me to look up at her. Definitely was not expecting that. I study the lines on her face. The glare she's shooting me is a hard one, full of doubt. ::
"Listen Karen, if there is one thing I came here to do, it was to get away from trouble, to get away from all the bantering and finger-pointing. Believe me, so long as I can help it, there will not be a single sign of trouble from this apartment. The loudest noise you'll here will be the thick pounding that the heavy bag is in for."
:: Her expression remained the same for a few more seconds, she studied my face to see if I was serious. And I've never been so serious about anything, I've never been so serious about starting over like I am right now. I need this. Perhaps she reads my thoughts, because her demeanor lightens, and she changes the topic without answering. ::
"Oh? Do you do UFC?"
:: I feel relieved, she didn't prod any further. Although, I hate when people call it UFC. Even Dana White has been trying to drill it into peoples' heads that it's called Mixed Martial Arts. And no matter what it's called, she's incorrect either way. ::
"Not anymore, I mean, I did it for a little while, when I lived on the other side of the world."
:: Even mentioning the MMA days gives me goosebumps. Whatever, that's not who I am anymore. ::
"It was fun while it lasted, I had 3 professional fights and moved on. I'm just a wrestler now."
"Do you mean Olympics-and-funny-headgear wrestling? Or the Vince McMahon wrestling?"
:: These poor people. Are somber memories of geriatric legends all these people have to remember professional wrestling by? I wish they saw what I saw whenever I sit down to study tape. ::
"It's really difficult to explain... but y'know, I've been talking to an upstart organization, and they seem interested in my work. Time will tell of course, but I might get the chance to make some waves in America. Maybe you can take your son to a show."
"My...?"
"I apologize, I saw the picture on your desk when I came into the agency the other day."
"Oh... I think... I think he'd like that."
:: I can't help but smile. Kids still love wrestling. The pageantry and the acrobatics, superheroes coming to life, good triumphing over evil. Wrestling really is a wonderful thing. I owe the wrestling business a large debt, and I intend on repaying it. ::
"Good. I'll be in touch when I figure out what the deal is for ticket comps. As for the apartment..."
:: I grab the pen, and sign the lease agreement on the kitchen table. ::
"...It's just what I need, I'll take it."
:: She smiles, and breathes a small sigh of relief. With how the real estate job market works, I can only imagine how relieved she is, they live and breathe their commission checks. ::
"Wonderful, and if you need anything, feel free to give me a call. And if you have any questions about the building, Lou stops in every Friday to make sure the place hasn't burnt down yet."
:: We exchange a chuckle. Cracking jokes are surely a good sign, right? Ah, but now we hear about Lou the landlord. Let's hope he reacts the same way to what's going on as Karen did. Time to send her off, I want to say my own version of hello to this place. ::
"I appreciate the information. I'll be in touch. Thanks again... for understanding."
:: Karen stopped, and nodded. She then scooped up the paperwork, and extended her hand, which is accepted. She smiles once more. ::
"We all have demons locked away, we can only hope they don't follow us... Anyways, it was wonderful doing business with you! Enjoy your new home!"
:: I stop. Home... that's not a word I'm accustomed to hearing. I haven't been rooted in years, not since the Telko and Omron days. ::
"Home... hmm."
:: I contemplate going to unpack, before I realize that the unpacking process will take all of 2 minutes. Instead, I decide it's time to christen the new abode. I reach for a pack of Pall Mall Reds. I really should quit, but I say that every time, right before I light up. There's just something about nicotine that just feels good. Sure, I have to train harder to keep my cardio up, but somewhere in my twisted frame of logic, I've decided that it's somehow good for me to train like that. Whatever, it seems to be working out fine so far. ::
"It's time to say hello to my new town."
:: I push open the intersecting bay windows, and gaze out to the bright lights of Chocolate City, Baltimore, Maryland. I feel a smirk crawl across my face as I put my foot upon the windowsill. ::
"...feels good..."
:: <drags cigarette, exhales> Nobody can find me here, anybody who doesn't already know what happened doesn't have to know what happened. This is the best chance for a fresh start that I have... and I'm not gonna let it go... ICW... I'm going to remind your people why they love this sport, and your people will become my people. <drags, exhales> ::
"....... ICW.... you are going to get everything I have.... I'm coming for the top prize!"
:: End scene ::
NEXT TIME ON J-MO-VISION: Chapter 2: "A Real J-Mo Intro... In Stereo"
3:47 PM
Baltimore, MD - Wren Woods Apartments
:: ... Carport parking, a view overlooking the streets, unscreened windows, this place is nice. Already semi-furnished too, just need a couple things, but in the meantime, this apartment will do it. Nobody will find me here... I hope nobody finds me here... Nah.. new place, new car, new name... new start. ::
"Now, as you can see Mr. Moss....... Mr. Moss?"
:: I jerked myself out of the momentary lapse, and focused on the real estate agent. ::
"Apologies, I was just taking in the view. What were you saying Ms. Keeling?"
"...Oh, well, Mr. Moss..."
"Jordan, please. Mr. Moss is not a title I'm ready for."
"Oh, okay, umm, Jordan, the final leasing agreement has been drawn up, and is ready for your signature if everything looks satisfactory to you. It's on the kitchen table."
:: Here comes the part that worries me. ::
"And you've been notified from Paul regarding my... circumstances?"
:: Her eyes falls to the ground briefly. She knows. ::
"..Y-y-yes.."
:: I take step closer to her. The tension reaches near-awkward, but this must be said. ::
"Listen... Karen."
:: She bites her lower lip. Women love to bite their lower lip. She's surprised I knew her first name. ::
"If there is anyone who knows how dire my situation is, it's me. I have nothing but my car, and the belongings in it to my name. However, in order for us to finalize this agreement, I need to know that you are completely comfortable with my staying here... especially since you are one of the few in the know."
:: She bites her lower lip a little harder, looks down again, and looks back up at me. ::
"Does he know where you are?"
"No... No, no. He's just a distant memory now."
"You sure?"
:: Her rapid response causes me to look up at her. Definitely was not expecting that. I study the lines on her face. The glare she's shooting me is a hard one, full of doubt. ::
"Listen Karen, if there is one thing I came here to do, it was to get away from trouble, to get away from all the bantering and finger-pointing. Believe me, so long as I can help it, there will not be a single sign of trouble from this apartment. The loudest noise you'll here will be the thick pounding that the heavy bag is in for."
:: Her expression remained the same for a few more seconds, she studied my face to see if I was serious. And I've never been so serious about anything, I've never been so serious about starting over like I am right now. I need this. Perhaps she reads my thoughts, because her demeanor lightens, and she changes the topic without answering. ::
"Oh? Do you do UFC?"
:: I feel relieved, she didn't prod any further. Although, I hate when people call it UFC. Even Dana White has been trying to drill it into peoples' heads that it's called Mixed Martial Arts. And no matter what it's called, she's incorrect either way. ::
"Not anymore, I mean, I did it for a little while, when I lived on the other side of the world."
:: Even mentioning the MMA days gives me goosebumps. Whatever, that's not who I am anymore. ::
"It was fun while it lasted, I had 3 professional fights and moved on. I'm just a wrestler now."
"Do you mean Olympics-and-funny-headgear wrestling? Or the Vince McMahon wrestling?"
:: These poor people. Are somber memories of geriatric legends all these people have to remember professional wrestling by? I wish they saw what I saw whenever I sit down to study tape. ::
"It's really difficult to explain... but y'know, I've been talking to an upstart organization, and they seem interested in my work. Time will tell of course, but I might get the chance to make some waves in America. Maybe you can take your son to a show."
"My...?"
"I apologize, I saw the picture on your desk when I came into the agency the other day."
"Oh... I think... I think he'd like that."
:: I can't help but smile. Kids still love wrestling. The pageantry and the acrobatics, superheroes coming to life, good triumphing over evil. Wrestling really is a wonderful thing. I owe the wrestling business a large debt, and I intend on repaying it. ::
"Good. I'll be in touch when I figure out what the deal is for ticket comps. As for the apartment..."
:: I grab the pen, and sign the lease agreement on the kitchen table. ::
"...It's just what I need, I'll take it."
:: She smiles, and breathes a small sigh of relief. With how the real estate job market works, I can only imagine how relieved she is, they live and breathe their commission checks. ::
"Wonderful, and if you need anything, feel free to give me a call. And if you have any questions about the building, Lou stops in every Friday to make sure the place hasn't burnt down yet."
:: We exchange a chuckle. Cracking jokes are surely a good sign, right? Ah, but now we hear about Lou the landlord. Let's hope he reacts the same way to what's going on as Karen did. Time to send her off, I want to say my own version of hello to this place. ::
"I appreciate the information. I'll be in touch. Thanks again... for understanding."
:: Karen stopped, and nodded. She then scooped up the paperwork, and extended her hand, which is accepted. She smiles once more. ::
"We all have demons locked away, we can only hope they don't follow us... Anyways, it was wonderful doing business with you! Enjoy your new home!"
:: I stop. Home... that's not a word I'm accustomed to hearing. I haven't been rooted in years, not since the Telko and Omron days. ::
"Home... hmm."
:: I contemplate going to unpack, before I realize that the unpacking process will take all of 2 minutes. Instead, I decide it's time to christen the new abode. I reach for a pack of Pall Mall Reds. I really should quit, but I say that every time, right before I light up. There's just something about nicotine that just feels good. Sure, I have to train harder to keep my cardio up, but somewhere in my twisted frame of logic, I've decided that it's somehow good for me to train like that. Whatever, it seems to be working out fine so far. ::
"It's time to say hello to my new town."
:: I push open the intersecting bay windows, and gaze out to the bright lights of Chocolate City, Baltimore, Maryland. I feel a smirk crawl across my face as I put my foot upon the windowsill. ::
"...feels good..."
:: <drags cigarette, exhales> Nobody can find me here, anybody who doesn't already know what happened doesn't have to know what happened. This is the best chance for a fresh start that I have... and I'm not gonna let it go... ICW... I'm going to remind your people why they love this sport, and your people will become my people. <drags, exhales> ::
"....... ICW.... you are going to get everything I have.... I'm coming for the top prize!"
:: End scene ::
NEXT TIME ON J-MO-VISION: Chapter 2: "A Real J-Mo Intro... In Stereo"
