Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 19:53:36 GMT
You can lead a horse to water, but ya can’t make him drink the water
“In god we trust.” The most famous line we see day in and day out, Yet, never really pay any tension to it. We can’t live with out, and when we have it, Like to see how fast we can get rid of it. And to some of the rich and famous, It’s Brewster's Millions every day! Yes, what I am talking about is cash/money/cake/dough. The green stuff we all love to have, love to show, love to spend, and love to collect at the same time. My pockets are lined with dead presidents, They are my favorite friends in the whole wide world. I just can’t help it.
The week has past by with very little word from Camp Todd. Which is funny really with a huge PPV match right around.....well like two days away really. You would think Todd would be out and about, promoting, selling the match, increasing his chances to win the match, but no. He was, kinda quite, silent. What could it be? Could it be the finish from the match last week? Could it be.......Not really sure what it is. But, Today, we find our hero at the bank........................
In a huge office, with pine paneling, oak desk, big black fake leather chairs, Three men sit there, looking over paper work. Two of the men are Todd and Tory. The old man , who is like the president of the bank is busy looking over and sings a piece of paper. He pushes it across the desk, for Todd to look over it and sign it.
“I trust everything is set, and is okay.” The man says. Todd picks up the paper and reads it over.
“Direct deposit right?” Todd asks.
“Yes.”
“And the interest rate is...”
“6.0%” The man replies with.
“Every month right?”
“Yes, as stated on page two, section 3.”
Todd flips the pages, he has read this like a million times over the week. This what his mind has been busy with. Far away from the match, as that is just a distance memory, or will be in a while.
“Okay.” Todd says as he signs the paper. This is what all his hard work has gotten him, what he wanted. He saved, every last penny, Blood money he calls it. He pushed himself to the top, or near the top and got the big pay offs and planted them in the bank, and now, It has paid off. From the begging, he has only stated that he is doing this for the money. And, now, Money he has got. Some 2.1 million rolled up into a high interest CD. Broken down, with the interest being paid out into a monthly check. Not bad, seeing that he can stay home, do nothing, be a bum on the beach and collect 120 g’s a year. Not married, no kids, just himself, no bills, house paid for, he is living large to say the least. Todd signs it, pushes it across the desk with a smile on his face.
“See kids, wrestling does pay off.” He says with a chuckle.
“Are you sure....” The old man says.
“Yes, I am sure. This is a sure bet, I have all I need to live the way I want to.”
“Okay sir.”
“Well, I’ll be back in 30 days. Got it?”
“Yes sir.” The man says as the three of them stand up and shake hands. Todd and Tory leave, walking out of the bank. They stop at the bottom of the steps.
“So, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Tory says.
“Time to go to work huh?” Todd says, like not even really wanting to.
“I guess, It’s a pay per view, and that means a nice pay off.”
“I guess. But I just don’t care anymore.” Todd says as they climb into his old beaten up Chevy pickup.
“I know.” Tory says as the truck comes to live.
They start to drive towards the arena. When Larry the cable guy is on the radio.............
“What the hell is this? Russia?” He says in his red neck voice.
“Here we go again, Gordon, Gordon, Gordon. It better than a Nascar race and a wreck. He doesn’t lose. He’s the Led Zeppelin of racing...... He could eat poison mushrooms and the next day take first at Bristol. I'M SICK OF THIS RAINBOW RETARD! He always wins and says God was with the Dupont team today. Well good God Jesus Mary and the Shepard's. What were the other teams? A bunch of devil worshipers? Hell I didn’t see Earnhart say “Well we would have won today, but we pissed the Lord off last night when we sacrificed a goat to Satan......and drank a virgin’s blood.” The lord don’t give two shakes about no damn car race. I love the lord but he don’t care about that...let alone who wins. He’s too busy saving sinners and trying to feeding jungle pigmies.. ..And he must be doing a good job . Ya see some of those pot belly on some of those pigmies?. They showed a picture of them yesterday. Like they have been drinking beer. We need to start sending those agro in their food drops. What would Gordon gonna say if he lose a race? “Well we would have won but The Lord forgotten to tighten up the lug nuts. We popped a tire on turn two....Maybe if the Lord came to a few team meetings every now and then, we’d win a races. “ And what is up his wife? She never talks when they get interviewed. Sure she’s pretty, Course she’s is. Nascar plus success plus money equals, piece of ass. Tell ya what, If Gordon was Dave Marcus, He’d be married to a 300 pound fart’n waffle waitress. But here we go again, Gordon, Gordon, Gordon. Like a waffle waitress said to a trucker, Quote, Know what ya want? uhmm huh. Unquote.”
some time later
Finally, At the arena. Todd and Tory in their locker room. Both of em kicked back, just chillin. Relaxing, profiling when there is a knock on the door. Todd looks at Tory, neither one of them dressed. Because multi Millionaries can do that. Again, there is a knock at the door.
“Should we?”
“Why not?”
“Okay then, COME IN!” Todd yells out and the door opens up. In walks Julie Parker. She stops and stars, in shock.
“Oh...” Todd says as he reaches for a towel. “Sorry, Thought you would be a women or something.” Todd says as he covers himself up.
“Yeah.....Okay.” Julie says, who is thinking about turning around.
“Oh chill the fuck out bitch. Hell, you flashed everyone in the ring once, so it’s not all that shocking.” Todd says.
“Shock.....inly small it is.” she zings Todd with. Todd does one of those fake laughs, which is nicer than saying “fuck you“.
“What do you want anyways?” Todd asks.
“A few pre match words.”
“Okay.”
“More like one question.”
“Fine.”
“What will you do when Red Dragon kicks your ass at the pay per view?”
Todd laughs again. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Julie says.
“That’s right. All of this, to me Julie, means shit to me now. I don’t have to work anymore, In fact the pay per view, could very well be my last.”
“Your last?”
“Yup.”
“Last match, as in retiring?” Julie asks. Now this is breaking news to her.
“Yeah, That’s what last match is called.”
“May I ask why??”
“Because, When I came in here, I stated I did this for the money, and well, I have money, lots of money, and I’m going to walk away, travel, live large, while all of these fools break their backs for shit.”
“I see. Well, Good luck anyways.” Julie says.
“Yeah, what ever, I’ll never see you again.”
“I’ll make sure of that too.” Julie says as she leaves the room. Todd and Tory sit there and talk a bit before deciding they should check out the ring.
Meanwhile................
Cobalt arrives early to the arena. Having seen all that she cared to of the city and its main attractions she decided her time could be better spent just hanging around the arena and doing a few practice runs on the mat with Draven as her mock opponent, Drenched in sweat they both stop to take a breather. Sitting in the middle of the mat they face each other.
" Damn luv you've perfected the Star in the Skye better than your brothers."
" Well I 'ave had more practice then them and better reasons to work harder at perfecting my skills. Those bloody bastards 'ave always had things handed to them. I was ta little sister who always has to prove herself. Besides I had a good tutor (she winks at him )"
" As I recall you weren't the best of students."
" Bollocks ! I was too . I was neck and neck with Chamber, and ye. Greenie said I was one o' is best students"
" That's cause your his niece"
" Oh really ?!? So that's why he worked me harder than all you men in the gym? Why I had more bruises than any of you? I spent 24-7 in that gym and it was more than living up to my fathers legacy . It was more than makin me brothers eat shite ....well okay it has a lot to do with me brothers . But most of all it deals with the fact that this is what I want . This has been my dream since I knew what dreams were. You know what I mean Draven ."
"Aye luv I do."
"But you know it all comes down ta this, the smell and feel of the mat , the roar of the crowds ..the cheers and the boos ...they let you know who you are. The reaction of the crowd lets you know when you made it . Not some piece of gold around you waist. The gold is just the icing on the cake ."
Draven laughs " I thought all girls love gold ?"
" Well yes they do "
" Aye and your no exception"
" Never said I was dear ,just said that its the icing on the cake. Dunna get me wrong given a thousand choices I'd still choose this career. But there are times I cannot sleep. Times I wonder what would happen if I just walked away from it all. But I dunna and probably never will. Its in my blood , its in the core of my being . I'll be damned if I let idiots like Todd and Red Dragon destroy the reason why I am here and why I do what I do . They are nothing but a bunch of egotistical cock of the rocks crowing at their own shadows."
" That welshie whelp is paying a little to much attention to your chest . Bastards really pissing me off. He probably was a poor shepards boy who's only experience with a memeber of the opposite sex was a sheep. When I step into that ring he better watch out. I have to teach the lad that its not nice to covet someone else's wife's attributes."
Cobalt laughs" Dunna worry about that git. They say three times the charm and well this will make match number three up against him, I think I've learned a few things about him that may be to my advantage. I can handle him. I've said what I had to about him , now its just down to action speaking louder than words. But its fookin Todd I really have a score to settle with . Ever since the damn XWA he's held a grudge against me . He's the goddamn arse who left and then tried to return and get the title back . And his bloody remarks about the title being tainted cause a woman held it. Arghhhh fookin male chauvinist pig . Mr. Oh look at me...hot bod Todd . I was a god in Japan , even though Chamber beat my arse and sumo wrestlers could have used me for butt floss. Then I come back to the states to loose my belt to Chambers sister oh boo fookin hoo."
"I missed out on the XWA days but I know what a prick he was in Japan . I ran into him a few times in my tour of duty there, I'm surprised the dude didn't get his ass kicked well enough before hand. He doesn't exactly make friends easily."
"Ye think? (Cobalt sniffs the air) Ach! we smell worse then putrid haggis on a summers morn. We need ta hit the showers "
"Together? Is that a invite ?"
" Ye can take it for whatever ye think it means"
" Hmmm power sex in the shower after a good workout .......I can deal with that."
They start to walk towards the back, walking up the ramp. They get to the curtain part, that separates the back stage from the stage, only one spot to cross. As they walk into the curtain, they get bumped. See, as they were heading to the back, Two dudes named Todd and Tory were walking out to the ring. Draven and Cobalt kinda get knocked back a bit and Todd and Tory push the curtain away and step though. The four of them eye each other. Todd takes a step towards Cobalt. The tension is so tight, it could be cut with a knife. Ever since the XWF/XWA, these two have been wanting to go at it. And, finally, Wednesday is the day. Todd holds out his hand in a hand shake, after all, what does he care. But deep down inside, he does, right now, right here. Cobalt just looks at his hand.
“Wish you luck on Wednesday, you’ll need it.”
“I don’t think....I’ll be the one needing lucky, I think you’ll be the one needing luck, and possibly a ambulance.” Cobalt says with anger in her voice.
“We’ll see about that....free loader.”
“Free loader?” Cobalt says before unloading on him, connecting with a huge right. Soon the two are brawling on the ramp, Tory moves towards Cobalt, But Draven interjects himself, stopping him. Todd fights back, but he is pushes back into the steel uprights for the Dizzy tron. Cobalt works on Todd’s midsection when out of no where's the area floods with WWCW officials breaking it up. Shame their were no fans around. Todd gets pushed back into the back, Cobalt away from Todd. And as officials make peace, Tory is standing behind Cobalt. He taps Cobalt on her shoulder.
“Bitch.” He says as he swings, She ducks, then connects with a super kick, sending Tory fling off the stage and crashing through a table. The Officials grab Cobalt and pull her back as Tory lays knocked out on the remains of the table, as the scene fades to black......................
“In god we trust.” The most famous line we see day in and day out, Yet, never really pay any tension to it. We can’t live with out, and when we have it, Like to see how fast we can get rid of it. And to some of the rich and famous, It’s Brewster's Millions every day! Yes, what I am talking about is cash/money/cake/dough. The green stuff we all love to have, love to show, love to spend, and love to collect at the same time. My pockets are lined with dead presidents, They are my favorite friends in the whole wide world. I just can’t help it.
The week has past by with very little word from Camp Todd. Which is funny really with a huge PPV match right around.....well like two days away really. You would think Todd would be out and about, promoting, selling the match, increasing his chances to win the match, but no. He was, kinda quite, silent. What could it be? Could it be the finish from the match last week? Could it be.......Not really sure what it is. But, Today, we find our hero at the bank........................
In a huge office, with pine paneling, oak desk, big black fake leather chairs, Three men sit there, looking over paper work. Two of the men are Todd and Tory. The old man , who is like the president of the bank is busy looking over and sings a piece of paper. He pushes it across the desk, for Todd to look over it and sign it.
“I trust everything is set, and is okay.” The man says. Todd picks up the paper and reads it over.
“Direct deposit right?” Todd asks.
“Yes.”
“And the interest rate is...”
“6.0%” The man replies with.
“Every month right?”
“Yes, as stated on page two, section 3.”
Todd flips the pages, he has read this like a million times over the week. This what his mind has been busy with. Far away from the match, as that is just a distance memory, or will be in a while.
“Okay.” Todd says as he signs the paper. This is what all his hard work has gotten him, what he wanted. He saved, every last penny, Blood money he calls it. He pushed himself to the top, or near the top and got the big pay offs and planted them in the bank, and now, It has paid off. From the begging, he has only stated that he is doing this for the money. And, now, Money he has got. Some 2.1 million rolled up into a high interest CD. Broken down, with the interest being paid out into a monthly check. Not bad, seeing that he can stay home, do nothing, be a bum on the beach and collect 120 g’s a year. Not married, no kids, just himself, no bills, house paid for, he is living large to say the least. Todd signs it, pushes it across the desk with a smile on his face.
“See kids, wrestling does pay off.” He says with a chuckle.
“Are you sure....” The old man says.
“Yes, I am sure. This is a sure bet, I have all I need to live the way I want to.”
“Okay sir.”
“Well, I’ll be back in 30 days. Got it?”
“Yes sir.” The man says as the three of them stand up and shake hands. Todd and Tory leave, walking out of the bank. They stop at the bottom of the steps.
“So, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Tory says.
“Time to go to work huh?” Todd says, like not even really wanting to.
“I guess, It’s a pay per view, and that means a nice pay off.”
“I guess. But I just don’t care anymore.” Todd says as they climb into his old beaten up Chevy pickup.
“I know.” Tory says as the truck comes to live.
They start to drive towards the arena. When Larry the cable guy is on the radio.............
“What the hell is this? Russia?” He says in his red neck voice.
“Here we go again, Gordon, Gordon, Gordon. It better than a Nascar race and a wreck. He doesn’t lose. He’s the Led Zeppelin of racing...... He could eat poison mushrooms and the next day take first at Bristol. I'M SICK OF THIS RAINBOW RETARD! He always wins and says God was with the Dupont team today. Well good God Jesus Mary and the Shepard's. What were the other teams? A bunch of devil worshipers? Hell I didn’t see Earnhart say “Well we would have won today, but we pissed the Lord off last night when we sacrificed a goat to Satan......and drank a virgin’s blood.” The lord don’t give two shakes about no damn car race. I love the lord but he don’t care about that...let alone who wins. He’s too busy saving sinners and trying to feeding jungle pigmies.. ..And he must be doing a good job . Ya see some of those pot belly on some of those pigmies?. They showed a picture of them yesterday. Like they have been drinking beer. We need to start sending those agro in their food drops. What would Gordon gonna say if he lose a race? “Well we would have won but The Lord forgotten to tighten up the lug nuts. We popped a tire on turn two....Maybe if the Lord came to a few team meetings every now and then, we’d win a races. “ And what is up his wife? She never talks when they get interviewed. Sure she’s pretty, Course she’s is. Nascar plus success plus money equals, piece of ass. Tell ya what, If Gordon was Dave Marcus, He’d be married to a 300 pound fart’n waffle waitress. But here we go again, Gordon, Gordon, Gordon. Like a waffle waitress said to a trucker, Quote, Know what ya want? uhmm huh. Unquote.”
some time later
Finally, At the arena. Todd and Tory in their locker room. Both of em kicked back, just chillin. Relaxing, profiling when there is a knock on the door. Todd looks at Tory, neither one of them dressed. Because multi Millionaries can do that. Again, there is a knock at the door.
“Should we?”
“Why not?”
“Okay then, COME IN!” Todd yells out and the door opens up. In walks Julie Parker. She stops and stars, in shock.
“Oh...” Todd says as he reaches for a towel. “Sorry, Thought you would be a women or something.” Todd says as he covers himself up.
“Yeah.....Okay.” Julie says, who is thinking about turning around.
“Oh chill the fuck out bitch. Hell, you flashed everyone in the ring once, so it’s not all that shocking.” Todd says.
“Shock.....inly small it is.” she zings Todd with. Todd does one of those fake laughs, which is nicer than saying “fuck you“.
“What do you want anyways?” Todd asks.
“A few pre match words.”
“Okay.”
“More like one question.”
“Fine.”
“What will you do when Red Dragon kicks your ass at the pay per view?”
Todd laughs again. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Julie says.
“That’s right. All of this, to me Julie, means shit to me now. I don’t have to work anymore, In fact the pay per view, could very well be my last.”
“Your last?”
“Yup.”
“Last match, as in retiring?” Julie asks. Now this is breaking news to her.
“Yeah, That’s what last match is called.”
“May I ask why??”
“Because, When I came in here, I stated I did this for the money, and well, I have money, lots of money, and I’m going to walk away, travel, live large, while all of these fools break their backs for shit.”
“I see. Well, Good luck anyways.” Julie says.
“Yeah, what ever, I’ll never see you again.”
“I’ll make sure of that too.” Julie says as she leaves the room. Todd and Tory sit there and talk a bit before deciding they should check out the ring.
Meanwhile................
Cobalt arrives early to the arena. Having seen all that she cared to of the city and its main attractions she decided her time could be better spent just hanging around the arena and doing a few practice runs on the mat with Draven as her mock opponent, Drenched in sweat they both stop to take a breather. Sitting in the middle of the mat they face each other.
" Damn luv you've perfected the Star in the Skye better than your brothers."
" Well I 'ave had more practice then them and better reasons to work harder at perfecting my skills. Those bloody bastards 'ave always had things handed to them. I was ta little sister who always has to prove herself. Besides I had a good tutor (she winks at him )"
" As I recall you weren't the best of students."
" Bollocks ! I was too . I was neck and neck with Chamber, and ye. Greenie said I was one o' is best students"
" That's cause your his niece"
" Oh really ?!? So that's why he worked me harder than all you men in the gym? Why I had more bruises than any of you? I spent 24-7 in that gym and it was more than living up to my fathers legacy . It was more than makin me brothers eat shite ....well okay it has a lot to do with me brothers . But most of all it deals with the fact that this is what I want . This has been my dream since I knew what dreams were. You know what I mean Draven ."
"Aye luv I do."
"But you know it all comes down ta this, the smell and feel of the mat , the roar of the crowds ..the cheers and the boos ...they let you know who you are. The reaction of the crowd lets you know when you made it . Not some piece of gold around you waist. The gold is just the icing on the cake ."
Draven laughs " I thought all girls love gold ?"
" Well yes they do "
" Aye and your no exception"
" Never said I was dear ,just said that its the icing on the cake. Dunna get me wrong given a thousand choices I'd still choose this career. But there are times I cannot sleep. Times I wonder what would happen if I just walked away from it all. But I dunna and probably never will. Its in my blood , its in the core of my being . I'll be damned if I let idiots like Todd and Red Dragon destroy the reason why I am here and why I do what I do . They are nothing but a bunch of egotistical cock of the rocks crowing at their own shadows."
" That welshie whelp is paying a little to much attention to your chest . Bastards really pissing me off. He probably was a poor shepards boy who's only experience with a memeber of the opposite sex was a sheep. When I step into that ring he better watch out. I have to teach the lad that its not nice to covet someone else's wife's attributes."
Cobalt laughs" Dunna worry about that git. They say three times the charm and well this will make match number three up against him, I think I've learned a few things about him that may be to my advantage. I can handle him. I've said what I had to about him , now its just down to action speaking louder than words. But its fookin Todd I really have a score to settle with . Ever since the damn XWA he's held a grudge against me . He's the goddamn arse who left and then tried to return and get the title back . And his bloody remarks about the title being tainted cause a woman held it. Arghhhh fookin male chauvinist pig . Mr. Oh look at me...hot bod Todd . I was a god in Japan , even though Chamber beat my arse and sumo wrestlers could have used me for butt floss. Then I come back to the states to loose my belt to Chambers sister oh boo fookin hoo."
"I missed out on the XWA days but I know what a prick he was in Japan . I ran into him a few times in my tour of duty there, I'm surprised the dude didn't get his ass kicked well enough before hand. He doesn't exactly make friends easily."
"Ye think? (Cobalt sniffs the air) Ach! we smell worse then putrid haggis on a summers morn. We need ta hit the showers "
"Together? Is that a invite ?"
" Ye can take it for whatever ye think it means"
" Hmmm power sex in the shower after a good workout .......I can deal with that."
They start to walk towards the back, walking up the ramp. They get to the curtain part, that separates the back stage from the stage, only one spot to cross. As they walk into the curtain, they get bumped. See, as they were heading to the back, Two dudes named Todd and Tory were walking out to the ring. Draven and Cobalt kinda get knocked back a bit and Todd and Tory push the curtain away and step though. The four of them eye each other. Todd takes a step towards Cobalt. The tension is so tight, it could be cut with a knife. Ever since the XWF/XWA, these two have been wanting to go at it. And, finally, Wednesday is the day. Todd holds out his hand in a hand shake, after all, what does he care. But deep down inside, he does, right now, right here. Cobalt just looks at his hand.
“Wish you luck on Wednesday, you’ll need it.”
“I don’t think....I’ll be the one needing lucky, I think you’ll be the one needing luck, and possibly a ambulance.” Cobalt says with anger in her voice.
“We’ll see about that....free loader.”
“Free loader?” Cobalt says before unloading on him, connecting with a huge right. Soon the two are brawling on the ramp, Tory moves towards Cobalt, But Draven interjects himself, stopping him. Todd fights back, but he is pushes back into the steel uprights for the Dizzy tron. Cobalt works on Todd’s midsection when out of no where's the area floods with WWCW officials breaking it up. Shame their were no fans around. Todd gets pushed back into the back, Cobalt away from Todd. And as officials make peace, Tory is standing behind Cobalt. He taps Cobalt on her shoulder.
“Bitch.” He says as he swings, She ducks, then connects with a super kick, sending Tory fling off the stage and crashing through a table. The Officials grab Cobalt and pull her back as Tory lays knocked out on the remains of the table, as the scene fades to black......................