Post by Steve Sinclair on Jun 24, 2015 23:08:55 GMT
Tuesday night and Joe finds himself swiping away on his phone after a day of training at his uncle KC’s gym just a hop, skip and jump away from Coney island. It is the same place that Nanook took and bright eyed and fresh faced Nascar Billy before shipping him off to England to train with Rayne and Cyril. It is also the same gym that Joe rehabbed in when his leg got busted up and with a second three way match in back to back weeks, some extra time in the gym was needed and there is no one better than KC Sinclair, AKA Crash, Steve’s younger brother to push him and whip him into shape. The place Joe is at tonight was a place picked out by Kenny for their date night when he got off of work and have a drink or two to unwind, dance a little and it’s a place on West 52nd street called the Industry. Joe is early and is sitting at the bar checking out his phone. Happy hour is just beginning and Kenny is no where in sight.
”What will you have love?” The bartender asks, again for the 12th time and the prior 11 times Joe declined but he is sitting at the bar and saving a seat so…..he kinda had to order a drink. The bartender by the way is a real tall and slender transgender with a very purple wig and in a way, she looks cute. Must be the make up ”Might as well have a drink while you wait for your lover love.”
Can’t argue with that logic but there was always something special when Kenny would order Joe’s drink. Kenny would look at him with those deep blue soulful eyes and read him like a book, take him by the hand, slowly run his thumb along the inside of Joe’s wrist and that would make his pulse race. Kenny would smile at him, look up at the bartender, motion for him or her to lean in and whisper what Joe would drink that night. Joe would have no clue what drink was ordered for him till it was placed in front of him. Never being a huge drinker himself he wasn’t picky on what to drink, and he doesn’t have a favorite drink per say but whatever drink Kenny would pick for him, always made him feel special inside because it was a drink that was meant for him, thought out and picked by Kenny just for him. ”How about a Manhattan?” Joe says. It’s been ages since Joe had a Manhattan and that was the drink he had in his hand when he first spotted Kenny.
”Manhattan it is love.” The bartender says and she/he starts to make it. Joe smirks and looks down at his phone checking out twitter being amused by Cory Chevelle shit talking him on twitter.
“Stupid orangutan...next time that belt will be mine….dear god I just sounded like Billy.”
Joe fires off a tweet about being excited about his date night with Kenny because, the world must know about this when this crossdresser walks in in the tightest dress she could fit herself in and sits a couple of stools down from Joe, who looks normal, looks like a straight man. Jeans, nice shirt, nothing screams gay or anything. Joe takes no mind to her but she can’t stop looking at Joe. She lights up a cigarette because smoking is always a turn on and points at Joe.
”I know you!” She says. Joe looks up from his phone. ”I’ve seen you on the TV. Yeah. Showtime. That wrestling show they have now. Comes on Saturday night before the late night stuff. Joe is it?”
“Yes it is.” Joe says.
”I knew it! Oh my god! My boyfriend has the biggest crush on you. I can’t wait to to see the look on his face when I tell him who I meet today. My name is Cassidy, please to meet you mister wrestler man.”
”Cassidy” extends her hand for Joe to kiss. Deep down Joe is just f*cking annoyed by these type. Yes you’re gay. Yes you dress like a chick but why do you have to be like, all in my face about it? To not cause a scene because you know there would be one, Joe kisses “Cassidy’s” hand.
”whooo a real gentlemen. Look Heather….someone who knows how to treat a lady.”
”Heather” is the bartender. She finishes making Joe’s drink and places a napkin on the bar top and places his drink on top of it.
”I see that. About time. That’ll be 12 bucks sweetheart.”
As Joe throws a 20 on the bar top Cassidy takes another drag from his cancer stick. ”So what is a strapping young man like yourself doing here? Don’t you have a match to get ready for. My boyfriend can’t stop talking about the show Saturday night. Says he plans on staying in Saturday night to watch it. Can you believe that shit? Staying home on a Saturday night.”
Joe takes a sip of his drink. Kenny wherein the hell are you? He thinks. “Oh I live not far from here. My Uncle has a gym over by Coney Island. I’ve been training there this week with my partner Rayne.”
”Oh how I love that little redhead.” Cassidy says. Suddenly there is a familiar voice in the room.
”Joe?”
Joe turns around and walking into Industry is Nanook and while he’s not Kenny he’ll do.
“Nanook! Over here big guy.”
As Nanook waddles over and if you could see the look on Cassidy’s face. It’s priceless. She spins around, bit of a snob she is.
”Oh man what a day. What a day. Man this is a nice place. Never been here before.”
Joe nods as Nanook pears around him to look at Cassidy.
”Hello over there. Hey can I get a beer? Thanks.”
Cassidy spins around to look at Nanook and puts a fake smile on. Hello there big boy. You look like tons of fun.”
Nanook smiles. ”So I have been told.”
”Really? I might have to see if the stories are true then. My name is Cassidy.”
Again like she did with Joe, Cassidy extends her hand and Nanook being clueless gets up, walks around Joe and kisses her hand. But he holds it unlike Joe. Nanook looks over his shoulder.
”Oh yeah. Timmy is outside. Says he can’t come in here. Wants to know if you can step outside for a second.”
”That’s a tight grip you have there tiger.”
“Yeah sure. No problem. I’ll be right back.” Joe says as he chuckles to himself. He doesn’t have it in him to give Nanook the 411 on what’s going on with Cassidy. There are way way too many laughs to have from this.
Outside in the alley….
“So Timmy has asked me, more like has been stalking me and Timmy this shit has got to stop! Timmy as asked me to give you fans at home watching this on the innerwebs an update and if I have any more feelings about my match this week at Pure Aggression. To be honest, how I felt the other day when Timmy ambushed me TMZ style at the airport, I pretty much feel the same way today. Only that I’m rested. I feel great after getting two days of training in, knocking Rayne around the old ring a bit and hopefully in a little bit I’ll have the man of my life in my arms on the dance floor. Which, lets be honest, at least I know my lover’s name which is more than what Ashley Williams can say tonight. I mean, they all have a name, the same first name. John. Maybe that is a bit too harsh?”
Joe crosses his arms. Maybe he has been too tough on Ashley.
“Then again maybe not. I went back and watched the show from two weeks ago because I didn’t know it at the time that I would face the so called Future so soon, so I had to listen to what you saying, spreading as the gospel. First off sweetheart. You’re so far from the Future of anything in professional wrestling that you insult every little girl who watches our show on Saturday night with hopes and dreams of being the next big thing of women’s wrestling. Your day as come and gone if you even had one that is. About the only future you have is if that will be cash or credit? Paper or plastic? I don’t want to bring you down from that high you’re on, but you’ll be punching the clock at the Wal Mart by your apartment real soon if you know what I mean. The clock, your clock is ticking and I’m not talking about you becoming a Mommy either. Your UWL clock is slowly running out and after this weekend, when you go down in defeat you will start hearing the ticking in your head. Secondly. Really? You just made your big return from rehab and who do you call out? Rayne? Gee why don’t you just call out Caleb Hart why don’t ya? Or Cory Chevelle for that matter. Why don’t you dig Emma up and call out the tag champs for a title match too. I’m sure and I know this to be a fact, Rayne had to google you just to figure out who you were…...key word were. Other than some TMZ videos, not much popped up on google either. I’m not sure what that means for ya. Not much of a career?”
Joe shrugs
“You know what is a slap in the face? Because out of everyone in the UWL, you should know this more than anyone. Being stripped of a belt, a belt by the way you gave two shits about. It was a new belt and you should have pulled a Alundra Blayze and tossed that belt in the trash can because at least then, people would have talked about it. The lack of heat, excitement, following or whatever you want to call it over that belt when you held it, lands squarely on your shoulders….” Joe laughs ”….Which is how you’ll end up this weekend. The UWL isn’t your old stomping grounds Ashley. You haven’t even made a dent in the UWL. You don’t even qualify to be a scratch and sniff sticker in the history of the UWL. The people in payroll don’t even know who you are. That’s how important you are, and were in the UWL.”
Joe nods, like as a matter of fact nod.
“Sad but true. I would tell you to take that chip off of your shoulder but you have to have done something to have a chip in the first place. No, this week I will defy the odds, I will laugh in the face of the UWL bookers who dare book me in a second straight three way match and I will back up my talk and my walk from last week and win this match as well. And you know, there really isn’t anything on the line either. This match is all about pride. It’s about showing the UWL just who is a badass in the UWL, who has it in them to dig down and overcome the odds and give the big middle finger to who ever made this match. I know what they were thinking. I’m going to punish Joe and give him back to back three way matches thinking that I can’t do it, there is no way I can win…..but I will. I will defeat ever druggie the UWL can find. I will defeat every quirky character with a goofy name they can sign. They all are just a flash in the pan, a blimp on the map at best. But me? I have been tested. I have a track record. I am one of the best this sport has ever seen. I am a real trailblazer and I’m about to spread my wings and show my claws and rip everyone who stands in that ring across from me apart for I am Double J Joe Jones….and you can consider yourself warned.”
Back inside the bar, Nanook is still talking to Cassidy and they seem to be getting comfy with each other. Who knew Cassidy was a chubby chaser? As Joe sits at the bar sipping his Manhattan Kenny walks behind him and everyone in the place as happy hour has picked up takes note of him. He places his hands on Joe’s shoulders and leans forwards and kisses him on the neck.
”Hi there beautiful. I’ve missed you.” Kenny says with his deep baritone voice. He slowly wraps his arms Joe. Joe reaches up and places his hand on one side of his face and snuggles into other side of Kenny’s face and smiles. Home at last Runs through his mind.
”Manhattan? That’s what I would have order for you tonight.”
“Really?” Joe says as he looks up at Kenny with big puppy dog eyes.
”That’s the drink you had in your hand when I first spotted you. How can I forget that?”
Better go get a towel if you know what I mean.
Fade out.