Posted by Lukas Unruh on July 9, 2004, 7:11 pm

"To think that something as simple as a misplaced piece of paper could keep Lukas Unruh out of competition." The voice is that of Alyana Krieger, better known as Lukas Unruh's Priorities Agent. She deals with the day-to-day dealings of Lukas' financial and personal business. With the recent transgressions, some may wonder just how good of a job she really does. Would she be so careless as to let Lukas' papers be misplaced or misfiled? As soon as that question is raised, however, Alyana is able to produce a signed copy of the certified mailing that she sent to the proper authority. So, the blame is squarely placed on the heads of the office and the undersigned therein. Which is why her lawyers are already on the case. "A simple signature to signify that my man is allowed to earn his living in the IWA under government mandated laws was all that stood between him, his teammates and opportunity. Stood between him and his own American dream." Funny thing her saying this, because this wasn't his idea to come to America. Or, rather, to an American company. The two have still yet to step foot onto American soil as IWA continues it's tour abroad. Lukas's own dream would be man-handling MMA's finest. Instead, he seemingly gets served up to perennial losers and upstarts. Herman Smackdown not withstanding. "Match number three in the wrestling career of Lukas Unruh and it's against a supposedly impressive Herman Smackdown. Well, that is, if you ask the 'special' guy himself. All he's done thus far is run around ranting on about himself and sticking his nose in people's business that have nothing to do with him. That is soooo impressive. To describe him, I'd rather pull up words like loud, obnoxious and terrible actor. The whole 'I'm a lunatic' thing was so last year." She stops for a moment, seemingly on to something. "And, even then, you'd be far below par for the course." The two of them have gotten off the plane and moved onto the baggage claim area of the airport. Lukas, himself, has his bag as it was carry-on. Men have never needed the option of a million things that women can ostensibly never be without. He stands away from the carousel as Alyana looks feverishly around for her luggage. She glances back at Unruh, her eyes a bit ahead of worry. Lukas, seeing the luggage emerge, steps into the throng of travelers and grabs the two items for her. She responds with a smile and shoves the claim tickets into her own carry-on which is slung over her shoulder. She continues talking to no one in particular. "Herman Smackdown. Was it really necessary to bring in a whole nation in your attack on Unruh? Or is that your way of preparation...you know, stereotyping. It's a wonder you were any good at all, whatever hole you truly did come from. Makes me curious to your former competition. Were they as blithering as you, or did they just feel sorry for you, the jibber-jabber child, and lay down?" The doors approach quickly and freedom from the crowds is in sight. "I mean, imagine, seeing your opponent one way and then competing against someone who turns out to be a complete opposite. It doesn't give much room for true success, does it? So, how did you do it?" The sun is trying to peek from behind the overcast sky, but with little luck. A small wind rushes through the opened doors and gives everyone leaving the building a quick idea of the chill outside. Coming from the near ninety degree weather of Tokyo, Japan, Alyana stuck with what she wore to the airport and on the plane; a green, pink and white striped A-line skirt and a pink, crinkled satin blouse. White strappy heels and a white gold initial pendant complete the look. Obviously not something to keep you warm in a gust filled fifty-three degree day. Thus it would be an aptly called, 'nipply' day. Lukas, on the other hand, has never really had a problem with being cold and therefore is very comfortable in his Gameness t-shirt and Diesel jeans. With a piercing whistle, Alyana hails a cab and gets in, allowing Unruh and the driver to load their items into the trunk. Once the cabbie has followed Unruh into the cab, he asks for their destination. "Where'll it be, lad?" Looking to Lukas for an answer, he gets startled slightly by Alyana's piping in. "We'll be going to the Prestwich House." She turns back to Unruh as he looks out the window, and the driver pulls out into traffic. "You'll love Virginia. She's an old spitfire, that's for sure. We were sisters at the house, so she'll be glad to see me again after only keeping up with calls and emails." Lukas responds with a simple nod and alternates his gaze from window to window. Having never been to Manchester, he's apt to keep his eyes open for anything interesting. Especially since his stomach has been waging a silent war with him for an hour or so now. It's hungry and letting him know it. Alyana, having never really left a beat on her topic before entering the cab, pulls Lukas's attention away from his stomach. "You want to know how I think the little Smackdown has done it? Lies." Unruh nods, letting Alyana know he's taking it in. "Look at it for a second. He's come in and claimed greatness, showing footage of this and that, of title belts and insanity. These things CAN be manufactured. And, to me, it seems like they may have been. Michael Reed, nicknamed Giant, wasn't manhandled by Herman. Herman actually had difficulty in dispatching the bigger man. It's right there on tape for all to see." Lukas interrupts her at this point, "Einige auch lustigen Flecke." "You're right, Lukas," Alyana agrees. "like when he over-played the pantsed Reed. That was utterly hilarious. How do you get out-maneuvered by someone who's having trouble getting his pants back up?" They both let out hearty laughs at the remembrance of the comedic moment in the match. "Comedy gold right there," she continues, "and without intentions as being such. But, in continuing the charades of his spectacular self's introduction, I give you the White House scene. Do you honestly think that they'd allow someone who claims to be as irrationally psychotic as this lame-o within the gates. The Secret Service would be shooting his ass instead of re-enacting a Benny Hill chase scene." Alyana reaches into her bag and pulls out a compact, followed by some lipstick. Looking into the mirror, she applies and pours out some more thoughts. "Crazy to think, I know, but isn't this man dangerous? His claims to being diagnosed with dozens, and this denotes at least twenty-four forms of delusional schizophrenia would make one believe so. And, it goes on with the 'potpourri of other disorders' and personalities. Hell, Herman even gets giddy like a schoolgirl when he's driven to violence. I would like to believe that is an off-shoot of one of his personalities being that actual schoolgirl, complete with plaid skirt and pigtails. That would make such a cute graduation card." Lukas can only shake his head in disbelief at the mention of his upcoming opponent in such a get up. Certainly something that no one would enjoy seeing. "But, after seeing your tinfoil dress, I cannot put it past you. You are an attention whore and will probably degrade yourself as such to get it. Didn't your mother hold you enough? Oh, that's right...she was a drunken whore, wasn't she. And, in case you're one of those people that tear down your own kin and then get pissed when someone else just restates what you have already said," Alyana pauses to look directly ahead, and in-turn, our direction, "Yeah, I said it. And I hope it made you mad, too. Because honestly, when it comes down to each Innovative Wrestling Alliance star, nobody really gives a damn. You were right to say that no one knew you, though, I think you should brush up on your languages." Unruh interrupts with a laugh accompanying something Smackdown said weeks ago, "Der Uber-Schmacken!!" "Yes, I certainly hope he isn't the one and only, the very famous...THE Over-Tasted." Again, both laugh loudly and the cabbie continues to pay them no mind. "Okay, okay...we shouldn't be laughing. This guy is for real, at least in his own mind. He's a former champion. A liberal artist in violence. A straight to the topper.” She looks straight ahead and our direction another time. “He has told us himself as much. It‘s only natural ” The car pulls in to a nice looking, British designed house, stopping in-front of the large white doors. A bit of cold drizzle begins to fall, and Alyana quickly follows Lukas out of the car and up to the covered step. Lukas and the cabbie head to the back of the car to garb the luggage. “ him being a ‘special kind of stupid’, and all.”