Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 24, 2018 22:10:48 GMT
The door opens to the locker room where OGDA, even though he didn’t have a match, has just finished getting dressed after Massacre has gone off the air. Joe strolls on in the locker room sporting a shit eating grin.
“Oh Hi Mister Jones! How was your meeting?” OGDA asks as he zips up his gym bag and Spartacus hops on top of his gym bag. It’s a think of his.
“It went pretty good Best. Pretty good.” Joe says as he wanders on over towards OGDA and puts his hand out for Sparky to headbutt his hand.
“Well that’s good. I had a good night too. I meet so many of my Rainbow Warriors tonight, all of them are super duper excited to see me wrestle in my first ever title match next week.”
“Good. Glad to hear.”
“I tried to find Mister Harrison tonight. I couldn’t find him.”
“I heard. He is the hide and seek master of 2018.” Joe adds
“I know! I wish I could play hide and seek as good as he could.”
“Best.” Joe say as he sits down next to Sparky perched on his gym bag. “I gotta ask you something. I heard you earlier tonight.”
“How was that? Mister Kelloggs said I did good.”
“You did do good. Very proud of you. Listen. You know this match is a special kind of match right?”
“I know. A match for the Craze Championship.”
“Besides that.”
“What do you mean, besides that? What else is there?”
“It’s a Halloween Neighborhood Brawl match.” Joe says and looks up at Bester/OGDA to gauge his reaction to that and just as he figured, it’s a blank stare.
“You know what that is? Right?”
“So….we’re going trick and treating?”
Joe bobs his head side to side. “Kinda, sorta, no?”
“Are we going to spend the night in the pumpkin patch waiting for the Great Pumpkin?”
“There might be pumpkins but no pumpkin patch or a great pumpkin.”
“Are we watching the Nightmare before Christmas or something?”
“Have a seat Best. I have a story for you.”
“Okay.”
OGDA takes a seat and Sparky hops into his lap. Joe stands up and starts to remove his shirt. If there was some tunes playing this would be something but there isn’t, so it’s a tad awkward. Once he has his shirt off, Joe shows his back to Bester and across his right shoulder is a nasty scar.
“You see that scar Best? That big nasty scar.”
“I’ve see that whenever you wrestle Mister Joe. Everyone does.”
“You know where I got that from?”
“No. Did you fall from a tree or something?”
“Not quite. I was hurled through a picture window in South Philly of some crack whores house.”
OGDA blinks his eyes a couple of times quickly. “Okay…”
“And yes, it hurt like a son of a bitch. In fact, when I land on it just right, it smarts. You see Best, I got that scar from a match similar to this Halloween Brawl deal.”
“Really!” a wide eyed OGDA says.
“A little over ten years ago, I entered what was called the King of Philadelphia Tournament. It was this brutal, hellish one night tournament all over the city of Philly and the winner was crowned the King of Philly for that year. You also were awarded a shot at the BLPW World title that year, and spoiler, I won that belt for the second time in my career a month later.”
“Wow! That’s very good Mister Jones!”
“It was. That tournament, no one walked out of that thing the same. It changed your career win or lose. I got so banged up the first time I was in that thing, It took me almost ten years before I even thought about entering it again. You fought in abandoned warehouses, junkyards, burning building, in the sewers. On a bridge, and I was thrown into the Liberty bell and let me tell you, that rang my bell. It was a event that would just break you down. And it’s not just one match. It could be as many as 4 matches in one night. Each one, breaking you down, busting you open, crushing your will to live and snuffing out that spirit within you. They held that tournament 9 times and it had 9 different winners.”
“Geez, sounds like it’s really bad for you.”
“That scar, I got as I said, when I was thrown a window and it sliced me wide open. Right to the shoulder blade. I bleed like a gutted pig that night, and that happened in my first match. I had 2 more to get through, with staples holding my back together.”
Joe slides his short back on.
“That, could happen to you next week. Anything goes. Anything and everything is in play. If it’s not bolted down, it can and will be used as a weapon. Mike Harrison, he isn’t your buddy. He doesn’t want to be your buddy. He has no desire to be your buddy. He will do whatever is needed to retain that belt.”
Joe kneels down in front of Bester.
“If you want that belt, if you really want that title. If you want to be known as a champion more than anything in this sport, in this company, in your career, you better be willing to do the unspeakable, what might be seen as cheating, isn't in this type of match. You need to find whatever it is inside of you to find the strength to bust those bolts and tear that railing from the concrete and beat Harrison senseless with it. You’ll have to go that extra mile to get that belt. But trust me. When you get your hand raised after you two went to hell and back, there is no better feeling than that.”
Joe stares OGDA in the eye for a second or two and slowly stands up, favoring his shoulder, for effect. James Kelloggs, The Bad Ass Reporter has been standing in the doorway the whole time.
“No better feeling than when Molly’s Mom is gobbling everything you got in one fell swoop till you bust a nu…”
“JAMES! Come on man! Jesus.” Joe barks at James who was about to tell us about his adventures with Molly’s mom.
“What is he talking about?” OGDA asks.
“Don’t worry about it Best.”
“Ah fuck Joe! I hear you have such a talent. That lazy eye fucker in Mexico told me how you would….”
“James! What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“Is he talking naughty things?” OGDA asks.
“Best. You’ll have to be on your A game this time next week. But I know you can do this. I know you got this. If anyone in the OCW can force feed the bitter taste of defeat to Mike Harrison. It’s you.”
Joe turns and walks towards James.
“Come on short fry.”
“YOU! Motherfucker! You know I hate that shit!”
“And yet you won’t go away.” Joe replies with as the two leave the locker room. OGDA looks at Sparky, his beloved Kitty, his bestest friend in the whole wide world.
“Sparky. Remember that time you got in a fight with that other kitty in San Fran over that other kitty who kept sticking it’s butt in the air? And you tore into that kitty and made it bleed?” OGDA says as Sparky looks at him, purring away.
“Daddy is going to have to do that to Mister Harrison. Like it not, I want that belt. I want to be the next, the new, the bestest Craze Champion of all time. I will have to make Mike Harrison bleed and I just might have to take that belt from his cold dead hand.”
Fade out.
“Oh Hi Mister Jones! How was your meeting?” OGDA asks as he zips up his gym bag and Spartacus hops on top of his gym bag. It’s a think of his.
“It went pretty good Best. Pretty good.” Joe says as he wanders on over towards OGDA and puts his hand out for Sparky to headbutt his hand.
“Well that’s good. I had a good night too. I meet so many of my Rainbow Warriors tonight, all of them are super duper excited to see me wrestle in my first ever title match next week.”
“Good. Glad to hear.”
“I tried to find Mister Harrison tonight. I couldn’t find him.”
“I heard. He is the hide and seek master of 2018.” Joe adds
“I know! I wish I could play hide and seek as good as he could.”
“Best.” Joe say as he sits down next to Sparky perched on his gym bag. “I gotta ask you something. I heard you earlier tonight.”
“How was that? Mister Kelloggs said I did good.”
“You did do good. Very proud of you. Listen. You know this match is a special kind of match right?”
“I know. A match for the Craze Championship.”
“Besides that.”
“What do you mean, besides that? What else is there?”
“It’s a Halloween Neighborhood Brawl match.” Joe says and looks up at Bester/OGDA to gauge his reaction to that and just as he figured, it’s a blank stare.
“You know what that is? Right?”
“So….we’re going trick and treating?”
Joe bobs his head side to side. “Kinda, sorta, no?”
“Are we going to spend the night in the pumpkin patch waiting for the Great Pumpkin?”
“There might be pumpkins but no pumpkin patch or a great pumpkin.”
“Are we watching the Nightmare before Christmas or something?”
“Have a seat Best. I have a story for you.”
“Okay.”
OGDA takes a seat and Sparky hops into his lap. Joe stands up and starts to remove his shirt. If there was some tunes playing this would be something but there isn’t, so it’s a tad awkward. Once he has his shirt off, Joe shows his back to Bester and across his right shoulder is a nasty scar.
“You see that scar Best? That big nasty scar.”
“I’ve see that whenever you wrestle Mister Joe. Everyone does.”
“You know where I got that from?”
“No. Did you fall from a tree or something?”
“Not quite. I was hurled through a picture window in South Philly of some crack whores house.”
OGDA blinks his eyes a couple of times quickly. “Okay…”
“And yes, it hurt like a son of a bitch. In fact, when I land on it just right, it smarts. You see Best, I got that scar from a match similar to this Halloween Brawl deal.”
“Really!” a wide eyed OGDA says.
“A little over ten years ago, I entered what was called the King of Philadelphia Tournament. It was this brutal, hellish one night tournament all over the city of Philly and the winner was crowned the King of Philly for that year. You also were awarded a shot at the BLPW World title that year, and spoiler, I won that belt for the second time in my career a month later.”
“Wow! That’s very good Mister Jones!”
“It was. That tournament, no one walked out of that thing the same. It changed your career win or lose. I got so banged up the first time I was in that thing, It took me almost ten years before I even thought about entering it again. You fought in abandoned warehouses, junkyards, burning building, in the sewers. On a bridge, and I was thrown into the Liberty bell and let me tell you, that rang my bell. It was a event that would just break you down. And it’s not just one match. It could be as many as 4 matches in one night. Each one, breaking you down, busting you open, crushing your will to live and snuffing out that spirit within you. They held that tournament 9 times and it had 9 different winners.”
“Geez, sounds like it’s really bad for you.”
“That scar, I got as I said, when I was thrown a window and it sliced me wide open. Right to the shoulder blade. I bleed like a gutted pig that night, and that happened in my first match. I had 2 more to get through, with staples holding my back together.”
Joe slides his short back on.
“That, could happen to you next week. Anything goes. Anything and everything is in play. If it’s not bolted down, it can and will be used as a weapon. Mike Harrison, he isn’t your buddy. He doesn’t want to be your buddy. He has no desire to be your buddy. He will do whatever is needed to retain that belt.”
Joe kneels down in front of Bester.
“If you want that belt, if you really want that title. If you want to be known as a champion more than anything in this sport, in this company, in your career, you better be willing to do the unspeakable, what might be seen as cheating, isn't in this type of match. You need to find whatever it is inside of you to find the strength to bust those bolts and tear that railing from the concrete and beat Harrison senseless with it. You’ll have to go that extra mile to get that belt. But trust me. When you get your hand raised after you two went to hell and back, there is no better feeling than that.”
Joe stares OGDA in the eye for a second or two and slowly stands up, favoring his shoulder, for effect. James Kelloggs, The Bad Ass Reporter has been standing in the doorway the whole time.
“No better feeling than when Molly’s Mom is gobbling everything you got in one fell swoop till you bust a nu…”
“JAMES! Come on man! Jesus.” Joe barks at James who was about to tell us about his adventures with Molly’s mom.
“What is he talking about?” OGDA asks.
“Don’t worry about it Best.”
“Ah fuck Joe! I hear you have such a talent. That lazy eye fucker in Mexico told me how you would….”
“James! What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“Is he talking naughty things?” OGDA asks.
“Best. You’ll have to be on your A game this time next week. But I know you can do this. I know you got this. If anyone in the OCW can force feed the bitter taste of defeat to Mike Harrison. It’s you.”
Joe turns and walks towards James.
“Come on short fry.”
“YOU! Motherfucker! You know I hate that shit!”
“And yet you won’t go away.” Joe replies with as the two leave the locker room. OGDA looks at Sparky, his beloved Kitty, his bestest friend in the whole wide world.
“Sparky. Remember that time you got in a fight with that other kitty in San Fran over that other kitty who kept sticking it’s butt in the air? And you tore into that kitty and made it bleed?” OGDA says as Sparky looks at him, purring away.
“Daddy is going to have to do that to Mister Harrison. Like it not, I want that belt. I want to be the next, the new, the bestest Craze Champion of all time. I will have to make Mike Harrison bleed and I just might have to take that belt from his cold dead hand.”
Fade out.