Post by Thunderkiss on Nov 30, 2014 13:19:06 GMT -5
“Dead City Radio And The New Gods Of Supertown”
Credit: Thunderkiss
Credit: Thunderkiss
[The sun begins to saunter below the horizon line and casts its muted glow upon the California coast. It is this time of night when those with any moral fabric retreat as the underdwellers of the city of San Andreas begin to rise from the filth and decay and reclaim the streets. Not far from the red light district, a man uncomfortably makes his way down a shadowy back alley to a metal door surrounded by nothing but concrete blocks and mortar. No lights bless any with their safety here. With a slight tremor he looks left, then right and cautiously knocks on the steel door ever so slight as to not awaken the night that could easily seize him and claim his very soul.]
*Knock, Knock*
[No response. Hesitantly the man knocks again, this time only louder. A trash can falls over down at the end of the alley and the man's survival instincts flick his eyeballs quickly in that direction. A sense of relief washes over his body as he sees a pair of feline eyes staring back at him.]
*Knock, Knock*
Go away, we're closed.
Eddie Edison: Thunderkiss, please, I came a long way.
[Loud foot steps begin to pound their way closer and closer to the door and Eddie Edison swallows the nervousness down his throat. A sound of grinding metal screeches off the sides of the buildings as the peep hole opens.]
Thunderkiss: Well shit, I thought you were dead.
Eddie Edison: May I please come in, because standing out here I probably will be in a few minutes.
Thunderkiss: *sigh* Yeah, alright. Out there is no place for a tiny man like you. Just please excuse the mess and watch where you step.
[The door slowly creeks his way open and Edison steps into another world. In this relm, the darkness is replaced by glowing stage lights, the scent of sex and sweat and colors straight out of a junkie's acid trip.]
Thunderkiss: Don't tell me you are here for an audition.
Eddie Edison: Interesting career choice, TK.
[Edison finds himself smack dab in the middle of a pornographic movie set. A tacky neon sign straight out of the 80's hangs from above announcing to all who enter they are now standing within "Thunderbliss Inc."]
Thunderkiss: Well, I was fucked so much back in my days with ACW, I figured I was an expert. However these days it is me doing the fucking for once and life is good.
??: Actually, it is his endless rolladex of girls with crack addictions that do the fucking. He just signs the paycheck.
[From afar a women wearing a vintage 1940's Nazi outfit saunters here way into the picture. If you have to ask yourself why then this is obviously your first foray into this world.]
Gestapo *shrugging*: Well, it's true.
Eddie Edison: This is your new women, TK?
Thunderkiss: This is my new sandwich maker, yes.
Eddie Edison: Nice. Wonder how long this one will last before she ends up dead.
Thunderkiss: What was that?
Eddie Edison: Bread. How long will it take her to make a sandwich with bread?
Thunderkiss: So Eddie, let's cut straight to the point. How can I make you money?
Eddie Edison *looking puzzled*: Huh?
Thunderkiss: Oh come on, what else would bring you all the way out here? I'm sure it is not because you missed little ol' me and wanted to reminisce about the "good old days."
[Edison flashes TK a guilty look, only confirming TK's suspicions.]
Eddie Edison: It has been almost four years since the company closed. There is a party who is interested in purchasing the rights to ACW in hopes of perhaps resurrecting it and giving it life once again. I am now employed by that said individual and am now in the process of traveling around this globe to catch up with the old talent and find out their interest -
Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Don't waste another breath. I am way past that point in my life. Way past. Just thinking about it brings back memories I would rather have dead and buried.
Eddie Edison: Please know that my boss understands that as I have told him this would likely happen. He is not wishing to have your abilities full time. Even today your name carries a lot of weight, perhaps one match. Maybe two. Even an appearance from time to time.
Thunderkiss: I cannot believe Gingersnap finally decided to sell the damn thing. Did the well run dry from all that China-made shit and DVD's he was selling on that dinasour of a website of his?
Eddie Edison: Nothing is final. My employer knows that ACW without the names who made it is basically worthless. If enough of you decide to grace us with your appearance, he is ready to write Gingerdude a quite substantial check.
Thunderkiss: Well tell your boss good luck because he is going to have to do this all without me and you saw how well ACW did after I washed my hands of the place. I'm sure You'll get Jason Freeman, and maybe Votex too, and you'll have a roster that matches that of the last year. Maybe, just maybe, you'll beat reruns of COPS in the 3AM time slot.
Eddie Edison: Anything I can say to change your mind?
Thunderkiss: Let me make this perfectly clear. You can bring in a harem of Japanese schoolgirls with million dollars hanging out of each one of their snatches and I would still say no.
Eddie Edison *raising an eyebrow*: You'd turn that down? Are you playing for the other team? There were always rumors, you know.
Thunderkiss *brow sweating*: Huh? What rumors?
Eddie Edison: I mean that whole Aiden Joseph thing was pretty gay stuff, no offense.
Thunderkiss *annoyed*: G'Dammit, Edison, Shut the fuck up.
Eddie Edison: Fine, Fine. Well ... here is my card. If you ever decide to change your mind. Give me a call, alright? I appreciate your hospitality. It is not every day that a man gets to tour a real porn studio, complete with Nazi women.
Thunderkiss: Speaking of which, Gestapo will see you to the door. See you in another five years for the purposed 10 year anniversary. Save yourself a trip next time because the answer will be the same. Oh and Edison?
Eddie Edison *turning back around*: Yes TK?
Thunderkiss: Since you are business with Gingerdude, tell the old man that I hope his daughter gets raped by a pack of Zulus with Ebola.
Eddie Edison: Still a sore subject with you, I see.
Thunderkiss: If it wasn't for jobbing to the California divorce courts, we'd be having this conversation in a comfy mansion with nearly infinite square feet. Sore doesn't do how I feel justice.
Eddie Edison: Well, I will be sure to pass that on.
[With a hint of disappointment in his step, Edison makes his way back out into darkness. Be that as it may, deep down he knows that it is still in TK's blood; the desire and fire to compete and a chance to finish things on a much higher note. It is there, deep down, all he needs to do is to find the right trigger to bring it forth. And this world is not short of triggers for Thunderkiss as Edison is quickly reminded. There, as he raises his head upwards into the sky, he sees it, the smiling face of Steve Phillips next to the words PHILLIPS 2016. A smile comes across the face of Edison that rivals that of the Grinch when he stole Christmas.]
[END]