Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 20, 2018 16:05:13 GMT
Saturday Night
San Diego high school, San Diego, California
Bester in his black tights , knee pads, boots and his “Buddy Warriors” Tee in the locker room of San Diego High School where Nanook has launched a tour of several little indie promotions in and around the south west in what Nanook dubbed the “Do you remember me?” tour before making the trek into Mexico where a whirlwind of wrestling chaos awaits for him. What this means for Bester or better yet, what Bester thinks this means for him is anyone’s guess. All he knows is that he is going to Mexico and he’s getting a paycheck which is something that hasn’t happened for him lately. Yeah, sure, there is the Ubber thing and Grandma Sophie is his best customer but he needs more than the $2 and 78 cent tip he gets from Grandma Sophie every time she has a doctor’s appointment. It’s such a odd amount to tip him too. Yeah sure it rounds the fare to a even ten bucks, but it’s the 78 cents that throws him off.
Bester kneels down next to the bench and appears to be praying…..he puts his hands together and lowers his head. When did Bester find religion? Just then Spartacus head butts Bester and purrs and purrs. Bester smiles.
“I know buddy. This does feel good.” Bester says as Sparky head butts him again. Bester takes his big meaty fingers and scratches Spartacus behind the ears.
“Tonight, for what feels like it’s been a real long time buddy, I’m going to have a match, a match against someone I don’t know, someone Mister Nanook tells me is a real bad meanie. Mister Nanook tells me he’s a meanie just like that awful Detective Adams is for wanting to put you back in kitty jail. I won’t let that happen, not to my best buddy in the whole wide world. Not to my precious Sparky, who I love more than anything in this world!”
Head butt. Awe, so cute!
Meanwhile……
Outside in the hallway, Nanook is with the promoter of this lovely show, a chap named…..Max. Max is a guy who looks like he tried to be a pro wrestler himself and failed at some point along the way but still loves this industry with every fiber in his being even though this business took a mighty big dump on him, repeatedly. Now in his mid 40’s and is a pill popper due to the stupid and unnecessary bumps he took in his early 20’s (the reason why no one will get paid after the show tonight) and is unable to wrestle anymore has returned home to San Diego where his name still carries some value and opened up his own…...wait for it…..wrestling school and puts on shows once a month. Today would be his first show of the year and some 50ish people have packed the gym at San Diego High to watch some pro wrasslin’! Slap your knee and give a hoot! These Salt Life lifers have came out to see 19 year old…...Randal Rat (I’m struggling to keep coming up with names.) before he makes it big and takes the WWE by storm. His journey to Wrestlemania Never starts here, right here, in San Diego!
But before we get there, there is a problem.
“What do you mean the kid can’t go?” Nanook, a red faced Nanook says to Max.
“He’s hurt.”
“Hurt? How? When?”
“I’m not sure! He is one of my work horses. He has never missed a show! This kid was my rock till just now! I had no idea!”
“Listen! We didn’t come all the way down the 405 to not wrestle! I need to get Bester back in ring shape and this isn’t helping!”
“I know!” Max says. TBH he doesn’t know. “But I fixed it.” Max proudly tells Nanook.
“Fixed it? How? All your guys are booked are they not?”
“They are and I don’t want to change the card, but I made a phone call and I got a last minute replacement.”
“Who?” Nanook demands.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises!”
“Listen, I don’t want to ruin the surprise but it’ll be worth it! I promise. This is huge!”
“You better not get some knucklehead in that ring who hurts Bester. I have way too much money wrapped up in….”
“I get it! That is why I called in a couple of favors. Everyone out there is just dying to see Bester and I want to deliver for them, and you. This will be huge! Everyone is going to be talking this! Just trust me. This will go viral!”
Just then some pimpled face kid pokes his head around a corner and calls for Max. Tells him he needs him for a second.
“I’ve got to go. Just trust me. I’ve got this handled!” Max reassures Nanook.
As Max disappears Nanook turns and runs his hand over his head.
“Man! I don’t like this!”
Fade out…...
San Diego high school, San Diego, California
Bester in his black tights , knee pads, boots and his “Buddy Warriors” Tee in the locker room of San Diego High School where Nanook has launched a tour of several little indie promotions in and around the south west in what Nanook dubbed the “Do you remember me?” tour before making the trek into Mexico where a whirlwind of wrestling chaos awaits for him. What this means for Bester or better yet, what Bester thinks this means for him is anyone’s guess. All he knows is that he is going to Mexico and he’s getting a paycheck which is something that hasn’t happened for him lately. Yeah, sure, there is the Ubber thing and Grandma Sophie is his best customer but he needs more than the $2 and 78 cent tip he gets from Grandma Sophie every time she has a doctor’s appointment. It’s such a odd amount to tip him too. Yeah sure it rounds the fare to a even ten bucks, but it’s the 78 cents that throws him off.
Bester kneels down next to the bench and appears to be praying…..he puts his hands together and lowers his head. When did Bester find religion? Just then Spartacus head butts Bester and purrs and purrs. Bester smiles.
“I know buddy. This does feel good.” Bester says as Sparky head butts him again. Bester takes his big meaty fingers and scratches Spartacus behind the ears.
“Tonight, for what feels like it’s been a real long time buddy, I’m going to have a match, a match against someone I don’t know, someone Mister Nanook tells me is a real bad meanie. Mister Nanook tells me he’s a meanie just like that awful Detective Adams is for wanting to put you back in kitty jail. I won’t let that happen, not to my best buddy in the whole wide world. Not to my precious Sparky, who I love more than anything in this world!”
Head butt. Awe, so cute!
Meanwhile……
Outside in the hallway, Nanook is with the promoter of this lovely show, a chap named…..Max. Max is a guy who looks like he tried to be a pro wrestler himself and failed at some point along the way but still loves this industry with every fiber in his being even though this business took a mighty big dump on him, repeatedly. Now in his mid 40’s and is a pill popper due to the stupid and unnecessary bumps he took in his early 20’s (the reason why no one will get paid after the show tonight) and is unable to wrestle anymore has returned home to San Diego where his name still carries some value and opened up his own…...wait for it…..wrestling school and puts on shows once a month. Today would be his first show of the year and some 50ish people have packed the gym at San Diego High to watch some pro wrasslin’! Slap your knee and give a hoot! These Salt Life lifers have came out to see 19 year old…...Randal Rat (I’m struggling to keep coming up with names.) before he makes it big and takes the WWE by storm. His journey to Wrestlemania Never starts here, right here, in San Diego!
But before we get there, there is a problem.
“What do you mean the kid can’t go?” Nanook, a red faced Nanook says to Max.
“He’s hurt.”
“Hurt? How? When?”
“I’m not sure! He is one of my work horses. He has never missed a show! This kid was my rock till just now! I had no idea!”
“Listen! We didn’t come all the way down the 405 to not wrestle! I need to get Bester back in ring shape and this isn’t helping!”
“I know!” Max says. TBH he doesn’t know. “But I fixed it.” Max proudly tells Nanook.
“Fixed it? How? All your guys are booked are they not?”
“They are and I don’t want to change the card, but I made a phone call and I got a last minute replacement.”
“Who?” Nanook demands.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises!”
“Listen, I don’t want to ruin the surprise but it’ll be worth it! I promise. This is huge!”
“You better not get some knucklehead in that ring who hurts Bester. I have way too much money wrapped up in….”
“I get it! That is why I called in a couple of favors. Everyone out there is just dying to see Bester and I want to deliver for them, and you. This will be huge! Everyone is going to be talking this! Just trust me. This will go viral!”
Just then some pimpled face kid pokes his head around a corner and calls for Max. Tells him he needs him for a second.
“I’ve got to go. Just trust me. I’ve got this handled!” Max reassures Nanook.
As Max disappears Nanook turns and runs his hand over his head.
“Man! I don’t like this!”
Fade out…...