The Quest

Celebrity The River

before his match...

This scene takes off right after Slade and Jimmy King left Shadow in the A.K.A. office with Shane West. They are all at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit an their office, the A.K.A. office has been set up in order to give them something to do during the shows. But with the arrivial of Shane West, Slade got up to leave so Shadow could have an interview. but whats more important is that Slade has to find a restroom in order to drop the kids off at the pool. So he took a Sports Illustrated and began his journey. As he walks around Slade thinks about his own match, his mind drifting back to the night before when he was laying on the car looking up at the stars. Shadow can be considered Orion, but what about him? Gemini seemed to fit him pretty well, since he would be going up against the man who he came into the business with. Yet that constellation didn't fit anymore because of the fact Destrudo is involved. He has made a mockery of what could be one of the most amazing matches in Slade's life. font color=green>

Slade- Where the hell is the bathroom?

All around him are different locker rooms with names on them. He passes them up wondering if he would be able to get away with using someone's own bathroom Slade and Assassin hold no animosity towards one another, but Craven has built some up for the bloody boy called Senor Shameless. Everyone who has spent time in the ring with Slade and Assassin know that they perform better when they respect their opponents. Still it makes him wonder, he knows that his tag team partner is going to steal the show tonight, but Slade is left pondering how he is going to take his match to that level too. If it were just he and Assassin, it would be easy, but a third man does not make the match better. He could be sloppy, and blow a spot make the match look terrible. It truly bothered Slade to work someone he has never had the chance to on Pay Per View in front of thousands upon throusands of people. But then again, a smile crosses his lips. font color=green>

Slade- At least if he blows a spot I can whip his ass.

Thinking about that makes Slade pretty happy. Where he was trained, both he and Assassin were trained to descimate people who screwed up matches Rookies have that chance too, and it' extremely common when they do so. Suddenly, Slade stops, he shudders for a second and rips one. Looking around breifly afterwards he takes off down the hallway. font color=green>

Slade- Oh that is going to gag a maggot.

He turns a corner quickly so no one sees that he was the one to drop that bomb. After rounding a corner, he stops to listen in case anyone happened to leave their locker room but no one does. Craven peers down the hallway he is on now, there are no signs that read 'restroom.' A sigh escapes his lips as he really needs to drop a deuce. To take his mind off that, Craven continues to think about his match. He also contemplates his recent loss to Level One, but no matter the man was on borrowed time from here on out. Craven didn't want the title if One happened to win tonight, Slade just wanted a rematch. Right then and there Slade stops dead in his tracks. He has just passed a locker room, he turns around and looks at the name on the door; "Destrudo." A dark grin split Slade's mouth open. What better way to mess with an opponent than blast them? He camly approaches the door an bangs on it once. No sound comes from within. its more than likely most people are out getting food right now, its the last call for a meal before the show. So Slade starts to push the door open. As he does so, he looks around, making sure no one is watching. Then Slade freezes again. His eyes are gazing down the corridor. Backing away from Destrudo's locker room, Slade sees something he can't believe he might have missed. font color=green>

Slade- Oh this is too perfect.

Calmly, and quietly, Slade creeps down the hall way, snickering to himself as he does so. He reaches a door and bangs on it once. Again there is no answer, but the name plate is unseen. Craven puts one hand on the door over the blocked name plate and pushes on the door. font color=green>

Slade- Good thing they all remained unlocked.

Craven chuckles, while he did want to leave a present for Destrudo this was going to be so much better. The match was approaching quickly and Slade had little time to waste. Everyone would be back soon. Before entering the room Craven pauses one last time. He lowers his head, offering a slight prayer he can be out before anyone gets back. The inside of the locker room looks just like every other one. But the person's bag is indistinguishable. He leans his head back an thinks once more about Rasslemania, it's finally here, a chance to wrestle for a company that isn't a sinking ship. All the past ones Slade has been eft wondering if he would have a job the day after the show, Now, that won't be happening. He smiles once more and decides he has to hurry up. He enters the room and the clock is breifly seen on the wall. it shows that there are only six more hours until Rasslemania begins. He walks towards the back of the locker room with a laugh as door swings shut, on the name plate we read "Level One."

----- Fifteen Minutes Later-----

Craven opens the door to the locker room and heads down the hall as quickly as possible. As he rounds the corner we hear him say. font color=green>

Slade- God I feel better.