What a difference one person can make in a life...

   They say that if you stand in Grand Central Station long enough, you will eventually meet everyone you've ever known. Now, I don't know about you, but if you've been to Grand Central Station yourself, you know the odds of you staying in Grand Central for more than fifteen minutes are pretty slim. But staying in the city of New York itself, that you could all your life.

   I've said before, that every city is a universe. What truly brings the city alive is the many worlds that exist in it. Screw any people you might meet, for the most part their usually annoying and uninteresting sorts who want to drone on about their lives, like anyone could care. Sorta like Odyessy, Crisis, Jackson, or Starr. When it comes to dealing with them and the people like them in the city, you wanna approach it one way... With a beer in hand, a buzz, and let them walk by and bore someone else unconcious.

   Me, I'll just sit here and watch the universe go by.

Have a beer, slow down, and see it yourself... 

   Enjoy the view...

      Rachel Winston entered the apartment of the OutLaw, exhausted from her day at CTN. She knew the day was going to be hell, she'd blown off work at a crucial time, to make time for herself. Of course nothing could prepare her for the FCC coming in and supposedly shutting down the CTN.

     Throwing keys down, Rachel cursed herself for forgetting to buy something to drink, all David ever had in his refridgerator was american beer, Gatorade, and orange juice. It was as if the idea of drinking just water offended his sense of adventure...

     ...There was a bottle of spring water on the table, where Rachel tossed her keys. Fresh condensation ran down the bottle and onto the mailer it was placed on. A fresh bottle? Who?

Woman:  [Walking into the room, hanging up a cell phone] Hello?

Casually strolling into the room, obviously from the back entrance, is a 6 foot + tall woman. Very striking in appearance, her dark hair, eyes, and clothes standing out. As well as an obviously well developed physique. She approaches Rachel with no hesistation, with a confidence that Rachel herself aspires to. Stopping directly in front of her and looking her dead in the eyes.

Rachel:  [Surprised]Oh...

Woman: Oh...

Rachel:  [Now angry]  Oh?!

Woman:  [Smiling and putting her hand out to shake]  You must be Rachel, ...Hi, I'm David's sister in law, ...Yasmeen.

Rachel:   [Once again surprised]  "Sister in law"? David has no brothers or sisters.

Yasmeen:  [Laughing and tossing her hair from her face]  Right. But David has one cousin he loves more than anything...

Rachel:  [Now realizing]  Max!

Yasmeen: Max Ryske. I'm his wife Yasmeen Ryske. Max and David consider themselves brothers. I get caught up in their little fantasy and call myself David's sister. [Laughing and putting her hand back out]

Rachel:  [Taking her hand, smiling, and shaking it] Yasmeen Ryske? Of Ryske Enterprises?

Yasmeen:  [Beaming with pride] That was my baby! Made all of us quite well off.

Rachel: So what brings you here?

Yasmeen: I got the last of my actual monies for selling off Ryske Enterprises, and decided to get my guys new toys. I drove David's over here to show him.

Rachel:  [As she made her way into the bedroom]  Excuse me a moment. Toys?

Yasmeen:  [Speaking a little louder so Rachel can hear her] Yeah, I always feel I owe Max & David, because they gave me the money they made from wrestling, so I could start Ryske Enterprises! They obviously did it out of love, but they still didn't have to, so I get them things from time to time!

Rachel: [Still speaking from the bedroom]  So you're saying that David and Max helped you start Ryske Enterprises? Does this mean he has shares in the company?

Yasmeen: Well, there isn't a company to have shares in any more, my company was bought out by N-Run, and we saw how that finally turned out. Fortunately I got my actual monies before the sh!t hit the fan there. Unfortunately the shares of their stock aren't worth a d@mn! But all the stock that Dave and Max had got turned into assets also.

Rachel: Are  - Are you saying that David's rich?

Yasmeen:  [Laughing]  Well, it depends on your definition of rich. Remember when David first got into wrestling he toured it on his motorcycle, and lived in cheap motels. His biggest purchase was his house on the Northshore of Hawaii. But yes, David is pretty well off. He just doesn't spend money. Ha. Maybe you can spend it for him, since he won't.

Rachel:  [Stepping back into the room, concerned look on her face]  Hmm... I'm more interested in what I don't know about David.

Yasmeen: [Waving Rachel to follow her to the back door] Hmm...  Well I think you'll find that's quite a bit with David. He's always been pretty close lipped about his own affairs. But I'm sure he'll tell you everything in due time. Come on, you have to see this.

Rachel:  [Walking down the stairs with Yasmeen]   So how long have you known David?

Yasmeen: We used to be bodyguards together. I actually met Max through David. But David and I were partners quite awhile, we and a third guy named Franklin made a unit.

Rachel: Something else David doesn't talk about much.

Yasmeen: [ Reaching the doorway]  Yeah well, bodyguarding has a bit of burnout factor. With the requirements and losing friends. Unless you work for the government or cause it kind of wears on you. Anyways her it is. What do you think?

Rachel: Oh my G-  - 

Yasmeen: [Smiling]A Lamborghini Murcielago.

Rachel: David is going to drive this?

Yasmeen:As long as his leg is bothering him, and his doctor tells him not to ride his motorcycle. So where is that brother in law of mine.

Rachel: [Turns reacting to the first statement, then points] Y  -  you didn't notice him? He's sitting on the front stairs, watching the world go by. A favorite pasttime of his...

Out on the front porch...

     So, Steele is a monster now?

He's a monster because he's defeated the likes of Daher, and a bunch of guys on their way out of the fed. A bunch of shells walking around this fed, taking up space on the roster. Sh!t skippy, you and Dicamillo's b!tch Michael should make a tag team! Both a ya are so proud of beating up nobodies, and attacking real talent from behind. The two a you are a real pair. But no, Steele, good fortune in the form of the GWA heads smile upon you. Instead you get a real partner in the form of Caprice, a woman who took me to the limit and beyond, and would like nothing better than to do it again. Heh heh, a woman who you managed to piss off and now despises your guts. Yeah, you're a monster alright.

Which brings me back to the heads of the GWA, trying to show they're in charge, off my back. They stick me with a perennial no show in Vargas, against two people who want to part my skull, and see my brains. Of course, after all their bluster and bravado they've become strangely silent. Like monsters lurking in the darkness.

Caprice...   I won't turn my back on you. And I won't hesistate to drive your skull through the mat if I get a chance. We're not friends, we're not partners, and this match won't do a d@mn thing to improve that! I promise.

Vargas, do yourself a favor boy!  ...Stay home! Don't show! It's not in your better health interests to step into that arena. Cause while we're in that ring, I got your back. But after, ...you're a deadman. Should you drop the ball and cost us the match, after Caprice is done beating your @$$! I WILL START!!! Stay home boy! Leave this match to the big dogs! Leave this match to monsters!

Y'know, I like to just sit here and watch the world go by. [Turns the camera towards the New Yorkers walking by in the SOHO area] Allows me to seperate myself from my world, just watching others, imagining stories of what is going on in their lives. Being a professional wrestler on our level is such a surreal lifestyle. The monies involved, the fame, the pressure...   Everyone in their lives has an adversity or adversary to overcome, in wrestling that concept is magnified times ten. Our adversities, our adversaries, are clearly, physically right in our faces. I suppose that is ultimately the appeal of wrestling, we can physically attack our problems, unlike these people.

[Turns the camera back to himself]Steele you think you're going to turn me into a monster? What makes you think that hasn't happened already? The fact that I don't ramble on about how tough I am? The fact that I don't need to trumpet everyone of my victories like you do? Partnering with you will make me that monster eventually. Hmph. [Smirking] I can't wait to see what that makes Caprice. She's always been a knotted bloody rag, you oughta really bring out her good side.

Fact is skippy, with some recent changes I've come to realization.

The monster within me, you've yet to see. I like that. That is what you fear. Knowing the monster is here, waiting, lurking, for you...

For you.

Heh heh. It's about time you dragged your @$$ in a ring with me! I don't care if I don't have a partner! I'll meet you and Caprice alone. Your @$$ is mine Steele. Mine! I'll be looking for ya...

OUT!

 

     The OutLaw puts the small digital camera down, takes a deep breath, and goes back to looking at the people walking by with a smile. Around the corner comes Yasmeen, a large smile on her face. He gets up and greets her with a great hug, she returns it with equal affection. Also around the corner Rachel watches, as the two talk softly to one another.

The two walk off a little farther from Rachel. Rachel crosses her arms, a look of concern on her face.

Yasmeen: [Softly, a look of seriousness on her face] David, do you remember the last assignment Franklin had? The one he took shortly after we left? [He nods yes] The one where he and his charge were killed?

I understand there's a Skylar Thomas where you work now?

The OutLaw: [Smirks] Yeah, he subtly advertises himself as the Assasin.

Yasmeen: [Looking him directly in his eyes] Well, that advertising may not be completely false. I've heard rumors that a Skylar Thomas may have been involved, if not directly responsible. Just keep it in mind. But don't do anything stupid until I know for sure. Remember, Franklin took the job like us, knowing the risks. It was his job...  David. Are you listening?   David?

The OutLaw: [Eyes thin, mouth turned up in a smirking scowl]  Me? Do something stupid? ERRrrrr...

Fade to black...