Post by Steve Sinclair on Mar 2, 2019 17:37:56 GMT
Inside of Bester’s own personal gym that is located somewhere in Tampa, in a two car garage that he rents, is Bester! The two doors are open as he is inside working out, which is currently stacking 325 pounds on a bar and getting ready to do some curls. 325 is what Bester uses to warm up.
Outside of the rented 2 car garage is Joe Jones, his agent, manager and buddy. Joe is sitting on the hood of his brand new Lamborghini Urus, yellow of course, with his legs crossed and his flip flops on the ground in front of his new ride. He is scrolling down through his phone when Nanook, Joe’s “trusted” employee comes waddling up with two coffees in his hands.
“Here is your coffee sir.” Nanook says as he hands it to Joe. As part of his employment in ESM that Nanook used to own until recently, he is to properly address Joe. Payback, is such a bitch.
“Thank you Kim! On time as always.” Joe says to Nanook. (Kim being his birth name)
“I try my best. Sir.”
“Someday, your hardwork and dedication to this company is going to pay off.” Joe says with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. “By the way Kim. I have you another match Monday against one of the OCW TV kids. Don’t hurt him.”
“I will try my best. Sir.”
“I know you will. While I am the face of ESM, you Kim,you’re the backbone of this company. When other clients see how you work with the up and comers in this sport, how you treat them, keep them safe and put them over, while that will lead to new clients. All thanks to you. In fact, I’ve gotten several phone calls this week.”
“Well that is great. Sir.”
Inside the gym, Bester finishes his first set of 20 reps. 10 is losers. He sets the bar back on the bench and adds another 40 pounds.
“What about Bester? Sir.”
Joe looks from his phone. “What about him?”
‘Well. Our star of the company hasn’t been in the ring since he lost the Craze title to Andrea Hernandez.”
Joe takes a sip of his coffee. “That he has not Kim. I’m glad you’re paying attention. Of course my big doughy friend, he is having a hard time getting inside the OCW Arena. You remember last week?”
Kim lowers his head in shame. “Of course I do sir. Forgive me.”
“If you are to be my man servant, you better remember the details. If Bester can’t get inside the arena, then he can’t have a match. Now can he?”
“No. Of course.”
“But you are correct. He has been out of the ring for far too long now. He will never get back in the in the good graces of the Rainbow Warriors. Which is why I got him in that tag match for the Elimination Qualifier match for the Chamber match.”
“Oh? Very good sir.” Nanook says as he stands at attention with his hands clasped behind his back.
“It is time for him to get back at it, back to beating people senseless and working towards his next title match. You know, the one thing you failed to do with him.”
“That is why you’re the boss. Sir.” Nanook says as he is instructed to do so whenever Joe points out how inept he was.
“Now, He has 5 heavy hitters to beat to claim a spot in that chamber match, but I have faith in him. Once he gets in that ring and starts mixing it up, everything will come back to him and everyone will forget what he did and said a month ago. Winning Kim! Is the cure to anything that ails you. Which is why I’ve got a job for you Monday.”
“A job? Monday? For me?” Nanook says being a little sarcastic himself. Or he tries to slip it in there.
Joe didn’t like that one bit. He sets his phone down and sets his coffee down next to it. He slides off the hood of his Urus and lands on his flip flops. Joe slides them on and steps towards Nanook, getting in his face.
“I don’t pay you to get lippy Fatty. I fucking pay you to be my bitch. Get my coffee. Charge my phone. Wash my car and dress up as as a fucking moron and get in that ring and get your ass beat! You fucking fucked me over for 4 years thinking that you were untouchable and smarter than everyone in the room. Newsflash Fat Ass! You’re not the smartest guy in the room and I have 4 long years of shit for you scrub with your toothbrush! And you’re going to fucking do it without a mere thought of running that trap of yours! Or! I’ll ask you to find my phone, I’ll ask you kindly to dial Steve’s number for me and then you can tell him where he can find your fat pathetic ass. Got it?”
Nanook clears his throat. He doesn’t want anything to do with Steve.
“Yes sir.”
“Good! Now, Monday. I don’t care what you have to do, who you have to blow, fuck and cuddle with. Your job is to get Bester inside that arena. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir.”
After a couple of seconds, Joe smiles and pats Nanook on the shoulder.
“Great! Now if you excuse me, I have some potential clients to meet with. Why don’t you be a pal, and be Bester’s spotter?”
“Yes sir.”
Inside the gym, Bester finishes his next set of 20 and sets the bar back down on the bench. He heard everything that Joe said to Nanook and deep down, well not that deep down, Nanook feel sorry for Nanook. He knows what happened as he was there for most of it and witnessed it first hand and remembers some conversations Nanook had with him over Joe and James. Even still, he doesn’t agree with what Joe is doing to Nanook.
Bester picks up his towel and pats his forehead and forearms with it. Spartacus, his beloved Kitty Kat jumps up on the weight bench, placing his front paws on the bar and wants to be petted. This causes Bester to smile.
“I know Sparky. I feel sorry for Mister Nanook too. But Mister Jones tells me that Mister Nanook has to learn what he did was wrong and he has to pay for his mistakes. He’s not the only one who is sorry. He’s not the only one who paying for his mistakes.”
Sparky, his kitty hops down from the weight bench and Bester walks over to the rack and picks up 2 more 20 pound plates.
“I too have had some errors in judgment. I too have caused others heartache. I know! It’s hard to believe, but I was, not to long ago, I was acting like…..like….”
Bester knows what he wants to say as he slide the plates on one end of the bar and goes to grab 2 more.
“Well my Little Buddies, if you are watching this, Bester is about to say a naughty word so cover your ears. I was acting like a dick! And being that I am six plus feet and 320 pounds and about lift 470 pounds, I was one big dick.”
Bester adds some chalk to his hands.
“As much as I disagree with Mister Jones on how he’s treating Mister Nanook who was always nice to me. He is right. It is time that I get back in that ring. The only way I am going to win back my Shining Stars, get back in the good graces of my Rainbow Warriors is to get back in that ring and win some matches. Now, I do wish that I had my mask, but I wasn’t thinking correctly, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind and I threw my magical OGDA mask away like a big dummy.”
Bester grips the bar.
“But that is okay. You wanna know why?”
Bester lifts bar with 445 pounds stacked on it, plus the bar bring it to 470, with ease. He starts to slowly do his curls.
“Deep down, in my heart, I am still OGDA. I am still the first and only OCW Superhero. I will still stand up to the bullies. I will push back on those who chose to be mean to others and trust me, when it comes to pushing or shoving the big bad bully down to the ground and stomping, as I have heard it referred to before, a mud hole in him, let's just say that no one is going to push me around.”
Bester gets 15 reps in and then it starts to get a little tougher for him. He bears down and pushes through the last five and then returns to the bar and takes a deep breath.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure what this match is for. To get me in another match in 2 weeks? Perhaps I shouldn’t have just said that because I’m sure one of my opponents will say something about that. But I think that it’s okay that I’m not looking at the carrot dangling at the end of a stick. I’m not the mule who need motivation. Clearly, my two partners are though. Both of them talking about what it would mean to win this match and get whatever the prize is at the end. I can only assume my opponents are thinking the same. Yeah! It’s nice to be goal oriented I guess. Good for you. But I see 5 people in that ring who all have issues. 5 people who need a good swift kick in the behind. 5 people who need a good attitude adjustment.”
Bester heads back to rack and picks up 2 more plates.
“A drunk. A girl who is mad at Mister Empire over the size of his pee pee. Someone who kills Queens. I hope Mister Empire doesn’t have a queen in his kingdom or else she might be assassinated. Then we have Mister Empire who is delusional. He kinda acts like Mister Jones does right now, very rude and self centered. And lastly. We have a girl with perhaps loose morals. I know one thing, she needs to cover up! No one wants to see her hiney while she wrestles!”
Bester picks up 2 more plates.
“5 people all thinking about themselves and no one else. 5 people who aren’t here to help the kids, to be role models for them, to show them how to be good outstanding citizens in the world. Show them right from wrong, how to be kind, caring. Nah! What we have here are just self centered, egomaniacs who think their better than everyone else.”
Bester slides the last 2 plates on the bar bringing it to 550. Bester sprinkles some more chalk on his hands and steps up to the bar. He wraps his fingers around it, checks his grip and lifts the bar off of the bench and does one curl and then holds it.
“None of you can do this. Not even close. Not even in your dreams can you do this.”
Bester cranks out another curl.
“Not even on your best day can you do this. Not today, not tomorrow, never.”
Another curl.
“Does this make me better than you? No.”
Another….
“But it just goes to show you that in mist of all of my problems, I can still achieve remarkable things that you wish you could. This is no joke and you better being paying attention while doing this.”
Another
And another.
And another.
“While the 5 of you are busy drinking, doing drugs, measuring each other’s pee pees, worrying about your next modeling gig, and who’s sleeping with who. I’m grinding away. I’m going at it full steam ahead. You 5 disgust me.”
One more…
“You make me sick. You don’t deserve that golden carrot that the OCW is dangling out there at the end of a stick. The only thing you 5 deserve is to get beaten down and discarded like the pieces of trash that you are.”
Two more, and done. Bester sets the bar down on his bench.
“Monday Night at Massacre, the world will once again see the rise of Bester and why I am a unstoppable force that none of you can deal with.”
Bester crack his knuckles.
“And one more thing. I’m not sorry for what is going to happen either. You all had it coming.”
Fade out.
Outside of the rented 2 car garage is Joe Jones, his agent, manager and buddy. Joe is sitting on the hood of his brand new Lamborghini Urus, yellow of course, with his legs crossed and his flip flops on the ground in front of his new ride. He is scrolling down through his phone when Nanook, Joe’s “trusted” employee comes waddling up with two coffees in his hands.
“Here is your coffee sir.” Nanook says as he hands it to Joe. As part of his employment in ESM that Nanook used to own until recently, he is to properly address Joe. Payback, is such a bitch.
“Thank you Kim! On time as always.” Joe says to Nanook. (Kim being his birth name)
“I try my best. Sir.”
“Someday, your hardwork and dedication to this company is going to pay off.” Joe says with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. “By the way Kim. I have you another match Monday against one of the OCW TV kids. Don’t hurt him.”
“I will try my best. Sir.”
“I know you will. While I am the face of ESM, you Kim,you’re the backbone of this company. When other clients see how you work with the up and comers in this sport, how you treat them, keep them safe and put them over, while that will lead to new clients. All thanks to you. In fact, I’ve gotten several phone calls this week.”
“Well that is great. Sir.”
Inside the gym, Bester finishes his first set of 20 reps. 10 is losers. He sets the bar back on the bench and adds another 40 pounds.
“What about Bester? Sir.”
Joe looks from his phone. “What about him?”
‘Well. Our star of the company hasn’t been in the ring since he lost the Craze title to Andrea Hernandez.”
Joe takes a sip of his coffee. “That he has not Kim. I’m glad you’re paying attention. Of course my big doughy friend, he is having a hard time getting inside the OCW Arena. You remember last week?”
Kim lowers his head in shame. “Of course I do sir. Forgive me.”
“If you are to be my man servant, you better remember the details. If Bester can’t get inside the arena, then he can’t have a match. Now can he?”
“No. Of course.”
“But you are correct. He has been out of the ring for far too long now. He will never get back in the in the good graces of the Rainbow Warriors. Which is why I got him in that tag match for the Elimination Qualifier match for the Chamber match.”
“Oh? Very good sir.” Nanook says as he stands at attention with his hands clasped behind his back.
“It is time for him to get back at it, back to beating people senseless and working towards his next title match. You know, the one thing you failed to do with him.”
“That is why you’re the boss. Sir.” Nanook says as he is instructed to do so whenever Joe points out how inept he was.
“Now, He has 5 heavy hitters to beat to claim a spot in that chamber match, but I have faith in him. Once he gets in that ring and starts mixing it up, everything will come back to him and everyone will forget what he did and said a month ago. Winning Kim! Is the cure to anything that ails you. Which is why I’ve got a job for you Monday.”
“A job? Monday? For me?” Nanook says being a little sarcastic himself. Or he tries to slip it in there.
Joe didn’t like that one bit. He sets his phone down and sets his coffee down next to it. He slides off the hood of his Urus and lands on his flip flops. Joe slides them on and steps towards Nanook, getting in his face.
“I don’t pay you to get lippy Fatty. I fucking pay you to be my bitch. Get my coffee. Charge my phone. Wash my car and dress up as as a fucking moron and get in that ring and get your ass beat! You fucking fucked me over for 4 years thinking that you were untouchable and smarter than everyone in the room. Newsflash Fat Ass! You’re not the smartest guy in the room and I have 4 long years of shit for you scrub with your toothbrush! And you’re going to fucking do it without a mere thought of running that trap of yours! Or! I’ll ask you to find my phone, I’ll ask you kindly to dial Steve’s number for me and then you can tell him where he can find your fat pathetic ass. Got it?”
Nanook clears his throat. He doesn’t want anything to do with Steve.
“Yes sir.”
“Good! Now, Monday. I don’t care what you have to do, who you have to blow, fuck and cuddle with. Your job is to get Bester inside that arena. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir.”
After a couple of seconds, Joe smiles and pats Nanook on the shoulder.
“Great! Now if you excuse me, I have some potential clients to meet with. Why don’t you be a pal, and be Bester’s spotter?”
“Yes sir.”
Inside the gym, Bester finishes his next set of 20 and sets the bar back down on the bench. He heard everything that Joe said to Nanook and deep down, well not that deep down, Nanook feel sorry for Nanook. He knows what happened as he was there for most of it and witnessed it first hand and remembers some conversations Nanook had with him over Joe and James. Even still, he doesn’t agree with what Joe is doing to Nanook.
Bester picks up his towel and pats his forehead and forearms with it. Spartacus, his beloved Kitty Kat jumps up on the weight bench, placing his front paws on the bar and wants to be petted. This causes Bester to smile.
“I know Sparky. I feel sorry for Mister Nanook too. But Mister Jones tells me that Mister Nanook has to learn what he did was wrong and he has to pay for his mistakes. He’s not the only one who is sorry. He’s not the only one who paying for his mistakes.”
Sparky, his kitty hops down from the weight bench and Bester walks over to the rack and picks up 2 more 20 pound plates.
“I too have had some errors in judgment. I too have caused others heartache. I know! It’s hard to believe, but I was, not to long ago, I was acting like…..like….”
Bester knows what he wants to say as he slide the plates on one end of the bar and goes to grab 2 more.
“Well my Little Buddies, if you are watching this, Bester is about to say a naughty word so cover your ears. I was acting like a dick! And being that I am six plus feet and 320 pounds and about lift 470 pounds, I was one big dick.”
Bester adds some chalk to his hands.
“As much as I disagree with Mister Jones on how he’s treating Mister Nanook who was always nice to me. He is right. It is time that I get back in that ring. The only way I am going to win back my Shining Stars, get back in the good graces of my Rainbow Warriors is to get back in that ring and win some matches. Now, I do wish that I had my mask, but I wasn’t thinking correctly, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind and I threw my magical OGDA mask away like a big dummy.”
Bester grips the bar.
“But that is okay. You wanna know why?”
Bester lifts bar with 445 pounds stacked on it, plus the bar bring it to 470, with ease. He starts to slowly do his curls.
“Deep down, in my heart, I am still OGDA. I am still the first and only OCW Superhero. I will still stand up to the bullies. I will push back on those who chose to be mean to others and trust me, when it comes to pushing or shoving the big bad bully down to the ground and stomping, as I have heard it referred to before, a mud hole in him, let's just say that no one is going to push me around.”
Bester gets 15 reps in and then it starts to get a little tougher for him. He bears down and pushes through the last five and then returns to the bar and takes a deep breath.
“To be honest, I’m not really sure what this match is for. To get me in another match in 2 weeks? Perhaps I shouldn’t have just said that because I’m sure one of my opponents will say something about that. But I think that it’s okay that I’m not looking at the carrot dangling at the end of a stick. I’m not the mule who need motivation. Clearly, my two partners are though. Both of them talking about what it would mean to win this match and get whatever the prize is at the end. I can only assume my opponents are thinking the same. Yeah! It’s nice to be goal oriented I guess. Good for you. But I see 5 people in that ring who all have issues. 5 people who need a good swift kick in the behind. 5 people who need a good attitude adjustment.”
Bester heads back to rack and picks up 2 more plates.
“A drunk. A girl who is mad at Mister Empire over the size of his pee pee. Someone who kills Queens. I hope Mister Empire doesn’t have a queen in his kingdom or else she might be assassinated. Then we have Mister Empire who is delusional. He kinda acts like Mister Jones does right now, very rude and self centered. And lastly. We have a girl with perhaps loose morals. I know one thing, she needs to cover up! No one wants to see her hiney while she wrestles!”
Bester picks up 2 more plates.
“5 people all thinking about themselves and no one else. 5 people who aren’t here to help the kids, to be role models for them, to show them how to be good outstanding citizens in the world. Show them right from wrong, how to be kind, caring. Nah! What we have here are just self centered, egomaniacs who think their better than everyone else.”
Bester slides the last 2 plates on the bar bringing it to 550. Bester sprinkles some more chalk on his hands and steps up to the bar. He wraps his fingers around it, checks his grip and lifts the bar off of the bench and does one curl and then holds it.
“None of you can do this. Not even close. Not even in your dreams can you do this.”
Bester cranks out another curl.
“Not even on your best day can you do this. Not today, not tomorrow, never.”
Another curl.
“Does this make me better than you? No.”
Another….
“But it just goes to show you that in mist of all of my problems, I can still achieve remarkable things that you wish you could. This is no joke and you better being paying attention while doing this.”
Another
And another.
And another.
“While the 5 of you are busy drinking, doing drugs, measuring each other’s pee pees, worrying about your next modeling gig, and who’s sleeping with who. I’m grinding away. I’m going at it full steam ahead. You 5 disgust me.”
One more…
“You make me sick. You don’t deserve that golden carrot that the OCW is dangling out there at the end of a stick. The only thing you 5 deserve is to get beaten down and discarded like the pieces of trash that you are.”
Two more, and done. Bester sets the bar down on his bench.
“Monday Night at Massacre, the world will once again see the rise of Bester and why I am a unstoppable force that none of you can deal with.”
Bester crack his knuckles.
“And one more thing. I’m not sorry for what is going to happen either. You all had it coming.”
Fade out.