Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 30, 2018 23:55:41 GMT
The door slams as Joe Jones storms in the room, all pissed off to hell. His face is bright red and he’s clenching his fists. He starts pacing back and forth inside of OGDA’s apartment and OGDA, who is seated at the kitchen table, with the OCW Superhero championship resting on a big fluffy pillow, with a couple of cans of polish and is polishing his championship title. OGDA with black rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose, watches Joe pace back and forth talking to himself.
“Hmmm. Mister Jones?” OGDA says and it’s like Joe didn’t hear him at all. OGDA sets the polishing rag down and picks up the lid to the can of polish and screws it on. He removes his glasses and sets them down on the table.
“Mister Jones?” OGDA says again.
“Who does he think he is?” Joe mumbles to himself.
“I don’t know if you saw Mister O’Connor.” OGDA begins to say as he pushes the chair back from the table.
“Of all of the god damn stuff I did for him. I’ve done everything he has asked from me.”
“Mister O’Connor was using some very naughty words. Many of them. So many bad words.”
“I did everything he wanted Bester to do. I made his hopes and dreams come true.”
“Mister O’Conner was talking at me, this reporter came to my work out gym.”
“Damn it! Fucking asshole.”
OGDA’s eyes get wide.
“Mister Jones!”
“He knew! He fucking knew!”
“You know Spartacus doesn’t like hearing those words. It makes him sad.”
“He’s just doing this to fuck me. Fucking mother fucker.”
“Plus my Rainbow Warriors don’t appreciate those kind of words.”
“If he thinks he’s going to fuck me by booking this bullshit match….”
“Anyways. I see you are mad at someone.”
“Knowing! KNOWING! I was this close to cementing this team!”
“So I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear those bad words. All of those bad words.”
“He’s just doing this to drive a wedge between Bester and Andrea.”
“So. I kinda except a match against Mister O’Connor for next week.”
“Can’t believe he would go that low. Is beating Zybala really that important? He didn't even pick Bester, instead, he’s picked a roster of morons!”
“It’ll be champion against champion. I don’t know what I did to make Mister O’Connor angry at me….”
“I’m surprised that knucklehead didn’t pick Nanook and his cast of rejects. Bester is head and shoulders above all of his captains.”
“But next week, before Death March, I’ll correct his attitude towards me.”
“Why won’t he listen to me? Throwing all this money around trying to find some fucking dinosaur to face Mehyu.”
“Mister Jones?”
“Has beens, past their primes hall of famers from a bygone era.”
“Mister Jones? I have a question.”
“Didn’t he watch Shawn Michaels try and fight Taker at Crown Jewel? There is a reason HBK was retired. He’s old, can’t move. This fucking, fucking…”
Joe snaps his fingers several times.
“I know you told me not to say her name…”
“Syren, what a stupid name by the way. Scott Syren. Fucking gay as shit name.”
“And I’ve been doing a good job at not saying her name. But I see I am defending my Superhero championship against, you know, her.”
“Fucking Syren is going to be just like HBK. Fuck, the guy can’t even show up now to help promote the match.”
“So I’m confused. If she’s going to be on my team, then why are we wrestling one another this week?”
“Bester should be in that match. You want to find someone who can beat the shit out of your unbeatable champ? Look no further than Bester.”
“Like, I would like to have, her, on my team, more than anyone. I think she can really help one of us win the whole thing. But the thing is, is, well.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on Zybala. Maybe he’s the smartest of the two.”
“I really like my championship belt. I really like it. It makes me feel so happy being the Superhero Champion.”
“You know, I hope Team Zybala fucking wins now.”
“So, uhmm, I don’t know how else to say this.”
“Clearly he can see the future.”
“I’m going to beat, her. I have to.”
“Jesus! Are you fucking kidding me!”
“I want to. She’s not getting my belt Mister Jones. I don’t care what you say.”
“That goddamn Welsh has gone just too fucking far now!”
“You can’t stop me either.”
“That prick fired Rage!”
“I’m going to bring the wrath of the Rainbow and knock, her, into the middle of next week.”
“Fucking asshole!”
“She might have defeated me once, but not this time. No way. I won’t let it happen.”
Joe stops pacing and he looks right at OGDA.
“Do me a favor this week Best! You kick that bitches ass! You fuck her up! I’m tired of her wishy washy, can’t make up her mind ass! It’s a yes or no question Andrea! Either you’re on Team OGDA, or you’re not! I’m DONE playing games! I gave you the opportunity to be apart of something special! To be on the winning side! Everything you wanted was right there for ya! All you had to do was commit and say yes! Now! Now you get to deal with the man himself! OGDA! Have fun!”
Joe turns and starts to leave.
“So sick of dealing with this shit.” Joe utters to himself as he opens the door and leaves leaving OGDA alone in his kitchen.
“Okay. So. I’m keeping my title then.”
“I don’t know Spartacus, I’m not sure what is really going on. I have heard so much in the last couple of days. I thought Mister Welsh was my friend but Mister Jones says otherwise. I always thought Mister Zybala was just picking on me. To be honest, I didn’t really like him. There is a part of me that don’t trust me. But it was Mister Welsh that fired my team mate Mister Rage leaving me and Mister Hotstuff all alone on Team OGDA.”
Spartacus, OGDA’s beloved kitty is curled up on a pillow on a pedestal. OGDA is petting him.
“I hope Mister Hotstuff don’t get fired or quit on me two weeks before Death March. I’d hate to go into Death March and beat Mister O’Connor for a second week in a row, this time on pay TV. I don’t even know what to make of Miss Hernandez. I asked her as nicely as I could. I wanted to tell her that I was happy that she won the right to face me for my Superhero Championship. I am very happy for her Sparky. She is really good in that ring.”
“But.”
“She’s not a superhero, not even close Sparky. She doesn’t even come close to being my robin. I don’t want to make her feel sad or anything, but the facts are the facts. I am the Superhero Champion. No one else. Only I am. I’m the one who have so many Rainbow Warriors cheering me on. I’m the one with the Shinning Stars giving me high fives and hugs to give me strength to fight through the pain and go on to win my wrestling match. Now I know. We once faced either other and she came out winning that match.”
OGDA crosses his arms as Spartacus flicks his tail.
“Mister O’Neil isn’t in this match, getting in the way, making the save and stopping me from doing what I do best. Flying through the air planting my elbow, my big powerful colorful rainbow fueled elbow upsides someone’s head. Mister O’Neil isn’t going to be there to break up Nappy Time. Try all she can, but when I lock Nappy Time in on Miss Hernandez, she isn’t going to get out. She is going to fall asleep and dream of care bears and unicorns. She might even dream of the new episodes of She Ra or something, I don’t know. But the one thing she won’t be dreaming is taking my belt. Only one person in the whole wide world can be the Superhero champion and that person is me, OGDA.”
“Everyone else, their just pretenders and wannabes. They are most likely someone who is sitting at the bar with Mister O’Connor spending all of their money and time getting drunk, talking tough with those beer goggles on. You’ll sober up in the morning, and when you do. I’ll be standing in your way, getting ready to knock you down.”
OGDA cracks his knuckles.
“And you won’t be getting back up either.”
Fade out.
“Hmmm. Mister Jones?” OGDA says and it’s like Joe didn’t hear him at all. OGDA sets the polishing rag down and picks up the lid to the can of polish and screws it on. He removes his glasses and sets them down on the table.
“Mister Jones?” OGDA says again.
“Who does he think he is?” Joe mumbles to himself.
“I don’t know if you saw Mister O’Connor.” OGDA begins to say as he pushes the chair back from the table.
“Of all of the god damn stuff I did for him. I’ve done everything he has asked from me.”
“Mister O’Connor was using some very naughty words. Many of them. So many bad words.”
“I did everything he wanted Bester to do. I made his hopes and dreams come true.”
“Mister O’Conner was talking at me, this reporter came to my work out gym.”
“Damn it! Fucking asshole.”
OGDA’s eyes get wide.
“Mister Jones!”
“He knew! He fucking knew!”
“You know Spartacus doesn’t like hearing those words. It makes him sad.”
“He’s just doing this to fuck me. Fucking mother fucker.”
“Plus my Rainbow Warriors don’t appreciate those kind of words.”
“If he thinks he’s going to fuck me by booking this bullshit match….”
“Anyways. I see you are mad at someone.”
“Knowing! KNOWING! I was this close to cementing this team!”
“So I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear those bad words. All of those bad words.”
“He’s just doing this to drive a wedge between Bester and Andrea.”
“So. I kinda except a match against Mister O’Connor for next week.”
“Can’t believe he would go that low. Is beating Zybala really that important? He didn't even pick Bester, instead, he’s picked a roster of morons!”
“It’ll be champion against champion. I don’t know what I did to make Mister O’Connor angry at me….”
“I’m surprised that knucklehead didn’t pick Nanook and his cast of rejects. Bester is head and shoulders above all of his captains.”
“But next week, before Death March, I’ll correct his attitude towards me.”
“Why won’t he listen to me? Throwing all this money around trying to find some fucking dinosaur to face Mehyu.”
“Mister Jones?”
“Has beens, past their primes hall of famers from a bygone era.”
“Mister Jones? I have a question.”
“Didn’t he watch Shawn Michaels try and fight Taker at Crown Jewel? There is a reason HBK was retired. He’s old, can’t move. This fucking, fucking…”
Joe snaps his fingers several times.
“I know you told me not to say her name…”
“Syren, what a stupid name by the way. Scott Syren. Fucking gay as shit name.”
“And I’ve been doing a good job at not saying her name. But I see I am defending my Superhero championship against, you know, her.”
“Fucking Syren is going to be just like HBK. Fuck, the guy can’t even show up now to help promote the match.”
“So I’m confused. If she’s going to be on my team, then why are we wrestling one another this week?”
“Bester should be in that match. You want to find someone who can beat the shit out of your unbeatable champ? Look no further than Bester.”
“Like, I would like to have, her, on my team, more than anyone. I think she can really help one of us win the whole thing. But the thing is, is, well.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on Zybala. Maybe he’s the smartest of the two.”
“I really like my championship belt. I really like it. It makes me feel so happy being the Superhero Champion.”
“You know, I hope Team Zybala fucking wins now.”
“So, uhmm, I don’t know how else to say this.”
“Clearly he can see the future.”
“I’m going to beat, her. I have to.”
“Jesus! Are you fucking kidding me!”
“I want to. She’s not getting my belt Mister Jones. I don’t care what you say.”
“That goddamn Welsh has gone just too fucking far now!”
“You can’t stop me either.”
“That prick fired Rage!”
“I’m going to bring the wrath of the Rainbow and knock, her, into the middle of next week.”
“Fucking asshole!”
“She might have defeated me once, but not this time. No way. I won’t let it happen.”
Joe stops pacing and he looks right at OGDA.
“Do me a favor this week Best! You kick that bitches ass! You fuck her up! I’m tired of her wishy washy, can’t make up her mind ass! It’s a yes or no question Andrea! Either you’re on Team OGDA, or you’re not! I’m DONE playing games! I gave you the opportunity to be apart of something special! To be on the winning side! Everything you wanted was right there for ya! All you had to do was commit and say yes! Now! Now you get to deal with the man himself! OGDA! Have fun!”
Joe turns and starts to leave.
“So sick of dealing with this shit.” Joe utters to himself as he opens the door and leaves leaving OGDA alone in his kitchen.
“Okay. So. I’m keeping my title then.”
SOME TIME LATER
“I don’t know Spartacus, I’m not sure what is really going on. I have heard so much in the last couple of days. I thought Mister Welsh was my friend but Mister Jones says otherwise. I always thought Mister Zybala was just picking on me. To be honest, I didn’t really like him. There is a part of me that don’t trust me. But it was Mister Welsh that fired my team mate Mister Rage leaving me and Mister Hotstuff all alone on Team OGDA.”
Spartacus, OGDA’s beloved kitty is curled up on a pillow on a pedestal. OGDA is petting him.
“I hope Mister Hotstuff don’t get fired or quit on me two weeks before Death March. I’d hate to go into Death March and beat Mister O’Connor for a second week in a row, this time on pay TV. I don’t even know what to make of Miss Hernandez. I asked her as nicely as I could. I wanted to tell her that I was happy that she won the right to face me for my Superhero Championship. I am very happy for her Sparky. She is really good in that ring.”
“But.”
“She’s not a superhero, not even close Sparky. She doesn’t even come close to being my robin. I don’t want to make her feel sad or anything, but the facts are the facts. I am the Superhero Champion. No one else. Only I am. I’m the one who have so many Rainbow Warriors cheering me on. I’m the one with the Shinning Stars giving me high fives and hugs to give me strength to fight through the pain and go on to win my wrestling match. Now I know. We once faced either other and she came out winning that match.”
OGDA crosses his arms as Spartacus flicks his tail.
“Mister O’Neil isn’t in this match, getting in the way, making the save and stopping me from doing what I do best. Flying through the air planting my elbow, my big powerful colorful rainbow fueled elbow upsides someone’s head. Mister O’Neil isn’t going to be there to break up Nappy Time. Try all she can, but when I lock Nappy Time in on Miss Hernandez, she isn’t going to get out. She is going to fall asleep and dream of care bears and unicorns. She might even dream of the new episodes of She Ra or something, I don’t know. But the one thing she won’t be dreaming is taking my belt. Only one person in the whole wide world can be the Superhero champion and that person is me, OGDA.”
“Everyone else, their just pretenders and wannabes. They are most likely someone who is sitting at the bar with Mister O’Connor spending all of their money and time getting drunk, talking tough with those beer goggles on. You’ll sober up in the morning, and when you do. I’ll be standing in your way, getting ready to knock you down.”
OGDA cracks his knuckles.
“And you won’t be getting back up either.”
Fade out.