Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 7, 2016 15:40:31 GMT
The scene opens up inside of Bester’s “apartment” in Arizona. His beloved orange tiger striped cat Spartacus is curled up on the bed resting. In his “apartment” Bester has a TV in his room and it’s not one of the slim HD LED jobs that you can hang on the wall. No this is one of the floor models from the 70’s and on said TV is the weather channel. It is as one can guess 24/7 coverage of Hurricane Michael which is ripping into Florida as we speak.
Bester is pacing back and forth while holding the phone to his ear. And by phone I mean a landline corded gimmick. A rotary deal and if you don’t know what that is kids, google it.
”Mister Nanook sir….am I going to be able to fly into Georgia tomorrow night? What do you mean I should have left already? Sparky has a meeting with the DA today and it’s a uber important meeting…...I know I am booked. Yeah? I can’t help that, Sparky is facing the death penalty and……”
Bester stops pacing. He places the phone on his desk and glances down at the TV.
”I understand that but this is why I am wrestling Mister Nanook. You remember our talks? Well this is why I agreed to get in the ring against Drew Stevenson and lose. This is why I am facing his brother who’s name isn’t Stevenson so I’m confused. If they aren’t brothers…..then why do they call each other brothers. Their mommy must have been a busy women. Stevenson, Adams, Washington. That is a lot of men! I wonder how many other brothers they have with different last names.”
Bester leans on the desk.
”Figure of speech? What’s that? Oh. Okay. Did I listen to Scotty Adams earlier? Yeah. Why? What do I think? I have many thoughts. Okay.”
Bester sets the headset down on the desk and Bester takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.
”I might have backed myself into a corner. I don’t watch that much TV and I didn’t know that there was a hurricane near Georgia and this week’s show is in fact in Georgia and flights are being cancelled. I was planning on leaving Saturday morning and flying into Georgia but now….that might not happen. Nanook is right now making other arrangements for me tonight that involves me flying into Nashville and driving from Music City to Marietta and let me tell you one thing. That is a lot of miles to think about everything you said Mr. Adams. That is a lot of time to have your words bounce around my head and by the time I arrive at the Cobb County Civic Center and by the time I arrive there I know I’m going to be more than fired up!”
Bester’s face starts to turn red.
”First of all! I hope the Big Boss Man Museum isn’t closed! I really want to check that place out! There is only two reasons to go to Marietta and one is to see the birthplace of the Big Boss Man and the second is to shut that kitty kisser of yours Adams! I am sorry Little Buddies for the vile words I am about to speak but I am sick and tired of these ego butt munch manics talking about me like I have down syndrome! My name is Bester Freund! I am a nice guy! I love my kitty cat and I don’t spend my days watching cat videos on some online streaming video website! I am too damn busy quite frankly trying to save Sparky’s life for some trumped up charges that Detective Adams made up! You know! Now that I think of it, I now have a second person named Adams in my life that rubs me the wrong way! That makes me…...CROSS!”
Bester slams his fist on the desk.
”That’s it!”
Bester drops to the floor and reaches under his bed. It being the only storage place in his “apartment” everything he has is under there. He moves a couple of things and pulls out a blow up punching bag, a bop bag and this one is a cop. Bester stands it up, it wobbles and Bester makes a fist, winds up and blasts the bop bag which has a piece of duct tape over the badge and “Adams” written in marker on it. Bester is getting out some anger issues. The bop bag bounces off the floor and slowly comes back upright.
”Oh yeah! That felt good!”
Bester punches Adams one more time.
”I might have lost last week. Nanook warned me that it might happen and I am okay with that. I tried my best. That was my fourth match of my career and Drew Stevensons has had...what? Thousands of matches? The experience factor was slightly tilted in his direction. I went out there, I climbed in that ring and I gave it my all. I am not afraid of him. I was not awe struck. From where I was standing, he was just another guy doing what he loves. If there was anything to question about that match was why I, Bester Freund who has three matches under his belt was booked to face the UWL champion. I have talked to Nanook about this oddity. I don’t know if I have caught the eyes of someone in the UWL and wanted to challenge me or I made someone mad and they wanted to punish me and to be honest with you.”
Bester puts his arm around the bop bag.
”I’m starting to think there is a Buddy hater in the UWL. To face the champ is one thing, to then face his best buddy, or his so called brother the very following week makes me think there is a hater among us. And that hate for me has spread like the flu to you Scotty Adams. You spent your time propping yourself up, making you sound more important than what you actually are. You talk about this eleven year show like it’s going to be your swan song. You speak of Bryan Blaze and Craig Williams like you are LSU and it’s a forgone conclusion that you’re going to win those matches. You mock me. You overlook me.”
Bester slams both fists on the desk.
”I AM NOT SPECIAL! I AM NOT SPECIAL NEEDS! I WILL NOT BE MADE FUN OF!”
Dead silence inside the hustle and bustle of the cell block where Bester’s “apartment” is located at.
”The end game Scotty is to make wrestling and the foul, fungus riddled inbred ingrates that romp around inside that ring better human beings. Not everything in life is about you! In my short and semi successful career I can’t help but notice that just about everyone in this sport is too busy proving who has the bigger….unit. I’m sorry Little Buddies for that vague sexual reference but it is true. Even the girls are trying to slap it on the table and display who has the biggest one. All of you say you respect this guy and that guy but you are nothing but a liar. You don’t respect him or her. You despise them. You see all of them as a threat. This isn’t survivor and you need to knock out the stronger players to make yourself look better than what you are. I don’t wrestle for championship belts! I don’t wrestle to get my name in lights and have people to take my pictures. I wrestle for real life reasons. I wrestle to save my kitty’s life and I wrestle to fight Detective Adams' evil plan to take my best friend away from me! And that! Is what makes me mad! And when I look at you Scotty, I just see another Adams trying to impose his will on my life and I can’t have that! Not now, not in college, not in the pros, not ever!”
Bester stands up and crosses his arms.
”I have a long drive ahead of me. That is a long time for my displeasure for you to stew. You ever make a stew Scotty? Low heat and time makes it taste so much better than anything you can buy in a can. I am home grown. I am original. One of a kind. You are that Dinty Moore crap in a can. Mass produced and tasteless. By the time I roll into Cobb County, I’ll be ready to channel the spirit of the Big Boss Man and beat some sense into you.”
Bester takes a look around his “apartment”
”Prison style.”
Bester picks up the headset and hangs up the phone.
Fadeout.
Bester is pacing back and forth while holding the phone to his ear. And by phone I mean a landline corded gimmick. A rotary deal and if you don’t know what that is kids, google it.
”Mister Nanook sir….am I going to be able to fly into Georgia tomorrow night? What do you mean I should have left already? Sparky has a meeting with the DA today and it’s a uber important meeting…...I know I am booked. Yeah? I can’t help that, Sparky is facing the death penalty and……”
Bester stops pacing. He places the phone on his desk and glances down at the TV.
”I understand that but this is why I am wrestling Mister Nanook. You remember our talks? Well this is why I agreed to get in the ring against Drew Stevenson and lose. This is why I am facing his brother who’s name isn’t Stevenson so I’m confused. If they aren’t brothers…..then why do they call each other brothers. Their mommy must have been a busy women. Stevenson, Adams, Washington. That is a lot of men! I wonder how many other brothers they have with different last names.”
Bester leans on the desk.
”Figure of speech? What’s that? Oh. Okay. Did I listen to Scotty Adams earlier? Yeah. Why? What do I think? I have many thoughts. Okay.”
Bester sets the headset down on the desk and Bester takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.
”I might have backed myself into a corner. I don’t watch that much TV and I didn’t know that there was a hurricane near Georgia and this week’s show is in fact in Georgia and flights are being cancelled. I was planning on leaving Saturday morning and flying into Georgia but now….that might not happen. Nanook is right now making other arrangements for me tonight that involves me flying into Nashville and driving from Music City to Marietta and let me tell you one thing. That is a lot of miles to think about everything you said Mr. Adams. That is a lot of time to have your words bounce around my head and by the time I arrive at the Cobb County Civic Center and by the time I arrive there I know I’m going to be more than fired up!”
Bester’s face starts to turn red.
”First of all! I hope the Big Boss Man Museum isn’t closed! I really want to check that place out! There is only two reasons to go to Marietta and one is to see the birthplace of the Big Boss Man and the second is to shut that kitty kisser of yours Adams! I am sorry Little Buddies for the vile words I am about to speak but I am sick and tired of these ego butt munch manics talking about me like I have down syndrome! My name is Bester Freund! I am a nice guy! I love my kitty cat and I don’t spend my days watching cat videos on some online streaming video website! I am too damn busy quite frankly trying to save Sparky’s life for some trumped up charges that Detective Adams made up! You know! Now that I think of it, I now have a second person named Adams in my life that rubs me the wrong way! That makes me…...CROSS!”
Bester slams his fist on the desk.
”That’s it!”
Bester drops to the floor and reaches under his bed. It being the only storage place in his “apartment” everything he has is under there. He moves a couple of things and pulls out a blow up punching bag, a bop bag and this one is a cop. Bester stands it up, it wobbles and Bester makes a fist, winds up and blasts the bop bag which has a piece of duct tape over the badge and “Adams” written in marker on it. Bester is getting out some anger issues. The bop bag bounces off the floor and slowly comes back upright.
”Oh yeah! That felt good!”
Bester punches Adams one more time.
”I might have lost last week. Nanook warned me that it might happen and I am okay with that. I tried my best. That was my fourth match of my career and Drew Stevensons has had...what? Thousands of matches? The experience factor was slightly tilted in his direction. I went out there, I climbed in that ring and I gave it my all. I am not afraid of him. I was not awe struck. From where I was standing, he was just another guy doing what he loves. If there was anything to question about that match was why I, Bester Freund who has three matches under his belt was booked to face the UWL champion. I have talked to Nanook about this oddity. I don’t know if I have caught the eyes of someone in the UWL and wanted to challenge me or I made someone mad and they wanted to punish me and to be honest with you.”
Bester puts his arm around the bop bag.
”I’m starting to think there is a Buddy hater in the UWL. To face the champ is one thing, to then face his best buddy, or his so called brother the very following week makes me think there is a hater among us. And that hate for me has spread like the flu to you Scotty Adams. You spent your time propping yourself up, making you sound more important than what you actually are. You talk about this eleven year show like it’s going to be your swan song. You speak of Bryan Blaze and Craig Williams like you are LSU and it’s a forgone conclusion that you’re going to win those matches. You mock me. You overlook me.”
Bester slams both fists on the desk.
”I AM NOT SPECIAL! I AM NOT SPECIAL NEEDS! I WILL NOT BE MADE FUN OF!”
Dead silence inside the hustle and bustle of the cell block where Bester’s “apartment” is located at.
”The end game Scotty is to make wrestling and the foul, fungus riddled inbred ingrates that romp around inside that ring better human beings. Not everything in life is about you! In my short and semi successful career I can’t help but notice that just about everyone in this sport is too busy proving who has the bigger….unit. I’m sorry Little Buddies for that vague sexual reference but it is true. Even the girls are trying to slap it on the table and display who has the biggest one. All of you say you respect this guy and that guy but you are nothing but a liar. You don’t respect him or her. You despise them. You see all of them as a threat. This isn’t survivor and you need to knock out the stronger players to make yourself look better than what you are. I don’t wrestle for championship belts! I don’t wrestle to get my name in lights and have people to take my pictures. I wrestle for real life reasons. I wrestle to save my kitty’s life and I wrestle to fight Detective Adams' evil plan to take my best friend away from me! And that! Is what makes me mad! And when I look at you Scotty, I just see another Adams trying to impose his will on my life and I can’t have that! Not now, not in college, not in the pros, not ever!”
Bester stands up and crosses his arms.
”I have a long drive ahead of me. That is a long time for my displeasure for you to stew. You ever make a stew Scotty? Low heat and time makes it taste so much better than anything you can buy in a can. I am home grown. I am original. One of a kind. You are that Dinty Moore crap in a can. Mass produced and tasteless. By the time I roll into Cobb County, I’ll be ready to channel the spirit of the Big Boss Man and beat some sense into you.”
Bester takes a look around his “apartment”
”Prison style.”
Bester picks up the headset and hangs up the phone.
Fadeout.