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Pressure
Posted on February 11, 2002 at 06:54:27 PM by Tommy Levi
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"You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure."
-Pressure (B. Joel)
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* The darkness creeped across the city of Las Vegas. The Strip was alive since 5 PM, bustling with people eager to blow hard earned cash on a dream that maybe, just maybe, they could walk away with loads of cash in thier pockets and a front page news article. They politley ignored the simple fact that everything was rigged and was pretty open about being so. They blindly believed the hype that, yes, Virginia, you could get rich quick too. Levi watched with amusement as the streets clogged with people on Valentines getaways and just general trips to the city that even Elvis immortalized with song. In all honesty, Tommy hated this city. But after he got out of jail, this was home for quite some time. And it was here that he first met Ivan Koloff. And as they say, the rest, my friends, is all history. Tommy had arrived shortly before the rest of the RWA crew boarded thier own flight to Vegas. Most of the guys were up in New York for a house show, but Levi had been spared from that show for the fact that he honestly had no reason to be there. Now, just a few hours of relaxation and a quick workout later and most of the crew, including Taylor Dawkins, arrived in Vegas. He sat on his car hood, parked in an old spot every teenager and ever hooker worth thier salt knew about. In about an hour or so this place would be crowded with more of the latter than he'd care to deal with, but right now, at this magical time of the night, as the darkness creeped in slowly over the desert and mountains in the distance, leading all the way to California, Levi just breathed deep and smiled. "It's yours you know." It startled him. He jumped from his seat and spun around on the hood, clutching his bottled water (which had the ever so fun secret ingrident of vodka inserted inside) in one hand and balling a fist with the other. Nothing there. "What the hell?"
Not again. Not after all this time, not again. He had just gotten the voices to stop. They had finally left him alone. Now they were back again. Back and strong as ever.
"We never left, Tommy. We can't leave you. We are you."
"Fuck that, and fuck you. Get out of my head, dammit. and NOW!"
"Or what? You'll kill us? You can't kill us, Tommy, not without killing you. And I think we all know that won't happen, now don't we?"
"Don't tempt me."
"No ones tempting anyone. We want to help, Tommy. You need us now."
"Excuse me, but I think the last thing I need is voices in my head."
"May we remind you that while you heard us you were also World Champion of the RWA. When we shut up, suddenly, Justin Sane was champion."
"Hey, Sane cheated for those wins and he knows-"
"Like you never cheated. The point is this Tommy. If we were still around back then, you would have exacted revenge IMMEDIATLY. No waiting around. No dilly-dallying. No take a month off for relaxation in the Camens. You would have murdered that son of a bitch and you would have done it right infront of the whole world. And it would be legal. And redeeming."
Voices in his Head had a point. But really, when you hear voices in your head, don't they normaly have a point?
"Ok, so say i listen to you, and I let you stay. What are you gonna do for me?"
"Very simple. We are going to make you what you used to be. A machine. Remember when Tommy Levi was a legend? Yeah, we do too. Let's bring it back that way. And start now."
"What do you mean, start now?"
"We mean get moving. Tommorow you have Tyler Durten. One of the few men left in the RWA that are ligitimate threats to people like you. You can't just win, Thomas. You can't just pull out a victory. No, that's like the pussy Tommy Levi that we are sick and fucking tired of. You have to HURT him, Tommy. You have to make him BLEED. You have to make him wish Dawkins had KILLED him last time they fought because GOD knows you won't give him that mercy. You have to make him beg that you just finish him, that you just slit his throat and let him die. But you can't do that. Durten has to be an example, Tommy. He has to be the sacrificial lamb. And Justin Sane has to be next."
That Voice sounded familiar. It was different from the other one he had heard so far. It sounded so comforting. It reminded him of someone he knew long ago. Someone who had trained him well. Someone who was his idol. It reminded him, he realized, of Ric Flair himself. When he wasn't 'Wooing', Ric was a sadist and absolutly calm about his willingness to seriously injure people. It creeped Tommy out a bit back then, a hard thing to do. And it creeped him a little here. But he liked it.
Oh yes sir, he liked it VERY much, thank you.
"So what do I do, exactly?"
"Get in the car. People will be here soon and will notice you talking to yourself, Tommy."
It was amusing, but it was true. Tommy obliged and got behind the wheel of the rented 2002 Sedan, turning the engine on with a quick flick of his rist on the key.
"Now drive to the hotel. I'll tell you on the way."
And Levi pulled away, knowing that to anyone else, he was just singing along to his radio. A perfectly normal person in a perfectly normal situation.
Only nothing was normal here.
Nothing at all.
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