Post by Steve Sinclair on Mar 28, 2019 1:03:01 GMT
We find ourselves where most of the stories begin. At Bester’s rented two car garage he converted into a gym, only a couple of blocks from his apartment on a side street, which is more of a alleyway. It’s a nice warm sunny day as is most day in Key West. With the overhead doors open and Joe Jones, the sexy beast that he is, leaning up against his Kia Stinger and is doing what he mostly does nowadays, checking his phone, for running ESM is starting to be a 24/7 gig.
“Was this only color Mister Jones?” Bester says from inside his workout space.
“Sure was Best.” Joe says without looking up from his phone. Joe seems to be a tad more distracted than normal. Something is on his mind.
“Did you ask if they had others? Or maybe they could have ordered something else?” Bester asks sounding unsure of something.
“I did.” Joe says as he looks up from his phone and looks down the alleyway towards the main street. Perhaps he is waiting for someone.
“And?”
“I could have gotten you another color.”
“Like black?”
“Like black, but they wouldn’t get them till Tuesday.”
“Really?”
“Warehouse was out, it would have been a custom order from the vendor directly and they are in China, so.” Joe says as he check his watch. “Where the fuck is that fat fuck?” Joe then utters to himself not loud for Bester to hear this.
“From China you say?”
“Yes.”
“Considering just how far away China is, that is really good, with all of the customs and airplanes it would have to be loaded onto and off of.”
“Yup.”
“What about Amazon?”
“I checked.”
“I have prime.”
“As so do I Best.”
“Target?”
“Not in your size, you know that. They don’t carry anything larger than a 32 or extra large.”
“I know. They never have anything in my size. Walmart?”
“Please! I’m not lowering my standards to shop there with those mouth breathers.”
“What are you talking about? I shop there all the time. They have an app now, you just buy groceries online and they will put them in your car. You never have to step inside the store.”
“Really?” Joe says as he looks at Bester.
“Yeah. It’s awesome. I get all my kitty food there. Did you check Kohls?”
“I looked everywhere Bester. Everyone was all sold out or didn’t carry it.”
We don’t see Bester but we can feel just how disappointed he is. Joe check his watch and phone again and looks at the end of the alleyway to see if the car passing by is turning into the alley or just driving by. It drives by.
“Well.” Bester finally says. “I guess it’ll work.”
“Why don’t you step out here in the sun. Let’s see how they look.” Joe says as he fiddles with his phone, that I’m pissed and I want to break my phone fiddle.
“Is anyone out there besides you Mister Jones?”
“Nope!” Joe says as he checks the end of the alleyway again. “And that has me pissed.” He says under his breath.
“Okay..” Bester says and slowly steps out of the gym wearing his black smiley face logo tee, and bright neon pink MC Hammer pants, extra baggy in the crotch though and these things are bright! Like glow in the dark in middle of the day bright. You need a welding helmet so you don’t burn your eyes bright. “I’m not sure about this.”
“You said to get you extra baggy in the crotch pants. I can’t help that the only color they had was that. It was the 80’s, that was all the rage back then.”
“Well I didn’t know that Miss Baxter is going to be at ring side half naked!”
“Who said that Best?”
“Mister Kelloggs! He told me that Miss Baxter was going to be at ring topless! Mister Kelloggs asked me if he could be at ring side too! Not my fault that I thought she was driving a convertible car down to the ring! Now I’ve got to wrestle Mister Raven with Miss Baxter at ring side with her, thingies out there for the whole world to see! Do you know how distracting that is going to be?”
“For me, not very.”
“Well for me it is going to be very hard to not look at Miss Baxter and just see her, you know, her..” Bester motions with his hands.
“Tits?”
“YES!”
“Her big! Supple! Firm! Gigantic boobs? I bet her nipples are pierced.”
“Don’t say that!”
“What? Nnnnnnniiiiiiiipppppppllllllleeeeeeesssss?”
“Mister Jones! Stop! I don’t want…..Listen! I don’t want to be wrestling Mister Raven, trying to beat him, and move forward in this tournament so I can be one of the final 8 at Block Party and look over and see Miss Baxter and her, her, her.”
“Titties.”
“Looking back at me! Things might start happening! Like my mama used to say when she took me to the beach and if there was a girl without her bikini top on, to not stop and stare and the pretty girl and grow a tree in your underwear! Mister Jones! I am not going to grow a tree in my trunks in that ring while I wrestle Mister Raven!”
Joe is trying to not:
A.) Smirk.
B.) Laugh
C.) Rib Bester about his “tree”
Joe can tell Bester is concerned about this. Bester is taking this tournament very seriously and he hasn’t stopped talking about every since he signed up for it.
“Best! Can I ask you something?”
“You’re not going to pick on me are you?”
“No. What is it with this chick? Audrey. You’ve wrestling other girls before. You’ve been around other girls who wear as much or less than this Audrey chick. Autumn Raven wore booty shorts and a tank top, you didn’t have a problem with her. You tagged with Raven Hardy and no issues there. You fought Veronica Taylor once, no issue there. Andrea Hernandez, you faced her three times, no issue. HellRaven, Brianna Casablanca and nothing. But this chick looks in your direction and you’re sporting wood. What gives?”
Bester looks at Joe and it’s like he doesn’t want to answer.
“I mean, you have got to get over this buddy. If this Audrey chick was at ringside fully naked finger blasting herself, you’ve got to ignore that. Beat the fuck out of this James Raven guy. Fuck that guy. He’s in your way! If you have to, flip his dumb ass over, pull his short to side and wreck his ass while looking at Audrey, what ever you have to do to focus on what is on the line Bester.”
“I can guarantee that is not going to happen. Ever.”
“If James catches wind that you can’t focus on him for this match, he’ll hire every fucking stripper from here to Miami to be at ring side. I don’t know who this James Raven guy is if he walked up wearing a name badge that said, Hi! I’m James Raven! Wore a tee shirt with My Name is James Raven on the front AND the back, shook my hand and told me his name, I still wouldn’t know who he is, and you should treat him as such, as a nobody. He’s just some guy who heard 32 man tournament and signed up. This is a one and done appearance payday for this guy. But because you get all weirded out by this blonde bimbo with fake titties and a big ass, this clown is going to get two paychecks out of Marcus. Is that what you really want Bester?”
“No.”
“Then get her out of your head Best! Look! You just say so and I will have every big titty blonde within 50 miles shoving their tits in your face till you get sick at looking at big old tities. I’ll hire some pros and have them fuck you fronm now till just before your match, wearing you out so much that even if you wanted to pop a woody, you couldn’t. I’ll line them bitches up so deep it’ll be a reverse gang bang, but this shit with Audrey Baxter needs to stop! Or you will have to deal with her better half. You know the bitch is married right?”
“I think she is a really pretty lady Mister Jones. The prettiest lady I have ever seen.”
Joe closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Bester is looking down at the ground almost a ashamed of himself.
“Jesus….”
“When I see her, I forget my name. I can’t talk.”
“Fuck me.”
“I don’t know what it is Mister Jones. It’s like she has some spell over me. But.”
“This can’t be happening….I swear to god….”
“I want to win this tournament more than anything Mister Jones. I set myself 2 goal for myself here in the OCW.”
Joe crosses his arms and listens to what Bester has to say.
“I want to win the OCW title. I know I have a long road ahead of myself to get to the point that I could be seen as a legit contender to that title, but I want to win it.”
Joe nods agreeing with that lofty goal.
“I also want to wrestle Mister Meyhu. Not only wrestle Mister Meyhu, but to beat Mister Meyhu. He’s only lost 3 or 4 times. I want to be the next guy to beat him. Those are my goals Mister Jones. I’m not going to be able to achieve any of them if I have Miss Baxter in my head.”
Bester slips his thumbs into the waistband of his Hammer pants, and as if they were tears off, he rips them off to reveal his simple black wrestling trunks. Bester tosses the Hammer pants on the ground.
“So you go ahead and hire all of them ladies. Mister Raven can hire his own ladies and have them dancing and rubbing up on each other outside of the ring! They can do all of the things that Mister Kelloggs tells me I should watch in those videos on that one website he keeps telling me about. I want to win this tournament so bad right now! I can’t help but feel like I have to prove myself all over again, not only to all of my Rainbow Warriors, but to Mister Welsh and Mister Zybala again! I can’t help but feel that every since I was a bully for those weeks around Death March I have lost some of their respect and faith in me. I want to wrestle at every week at Massacre Mister Jones. I don’t want to sit in the back and watch everyone else have a match. I want to be in that ring, wrestling my heart out and picking up wins. I may not be OGDA anymore, but damn it! I’m still Bester Freund! I’m one tough customer! Ever since I started wrestling everyone says that I have what it takes to be a super duper mega star in this sport. The reason why I signed up for this tournament is because I want to show everyone that I mean business! I want to show Mister Welsh that I am better than the guy he hired all of those months ago! I can beat Mister Meyhu! I can beat Mister Paras! Show him that I can beat 32 other people and walkout the top of the heap! Show that winning the Craze title wasn’t fluke and people better take me serious. So Mister Jones.”
Bester crack his knuckles.
“Don’t you worry about Miss Baxter. I won’t even notice her. And Mister James, he’ll be forgotten about two minutes after that bell rings. I promise.”
Joe nods. “Good. Glad to hear that. Now get your ass back in the gym and get back to work!”
“Yes sir!” Bester yells and heads back into his gym…….
Fade out
“Was this only color Mister Jones?” Bester says from inside his workout space.
“Sure was Best.” Joe says without looking up from his phone. Joe seems to be a tad more distracted than normal. Something is on his mind.
“Did you ask if they had others? Or maybe they could have ordered something else?” Bester asks sounding unsure of something.
“I did.” Joe says as he looks up from his phone and looks down the alleyway towards the main street. Perhaps he is waiting for someone.
“And?”
“I could have gotten you another color.”
“Like black?”
“Like black, but they wouldn’t get them till Tuesday.”
“Really?”
“Warehouse was out, it would have been a custom order from the vendor directly and they are in China, so.” Joe says as he check his watch. “Where the fuck is that fat fuck?” Joe then utters to himself not loud for Bester to hear this.
“From China you say?”
“Yes.”
“Considering just how far away China is, that is really good, with all of the customs and airplanes it would have to be loaded onto and off of.”
“Yup.”
“What about Amazon?”
“I checked.”
“I have prime.”
“As so do I Best.”
“Target?”
“Not in your size, you know that. They don’t carry anything larger than a 32 or extra large.”
“I know. They never have anything in my size. Walmart?”
“Please! I’m not lowering my standards to shop there with those mouth breathers.”
“What are you talking about? I shop there all the time. They have an app now, you just buy groceries online and they will put them in your car. You never have to step inside the store.”
“Really?” Joe says as he looks at Bester.
“Yeah. It’s awesome. I get all my kitty food there. Did you check Kohls?”
“I looked everywhere Bester. Everyone was all sold out or didn’t carry it.”
We don’t see Bester but we can feel just how disappointed he is. Joe check his watch and phone again and looks at the end of the alleyway to see if the car passing by is turning into the alley or just driving by. It drives by.
“Well.” Bester finally says. “I guess it’ll work.”
“Why don’t you step out here in the sun. Let’s see how they look.” Joe says as he fiddles with his phone, that I’m pissed and I want to break my phone fiddle.
“Is anyone out there besides you Mister Jones?”
“Nope!” Joe says as he checks the end of the alleyway again. “And that has me pissed.” He says under his breath.
“Okay..” Bester says and slowly steps out of the gym wearing his black smiley face logo tee, and bright neon pink MC Hammer pants, extra baggy in the crotch though and these things are bright! Like glow in the dark in middle of the day bright. You need a welding helmet so you don’t burn your eyes bright. “I’m not sure about this.”
“You said to get you extra baggy in the crotch pants. I can’t help that the only color they had was that. It was the 80’s, that was all the rage back then.”
“Well I didn’t know that Miss Baxter is going to be at ring side half naked!”
“Who said that Best?”
“Mister Kelloggs! He told me that Miss Baxter was going to be at ring topless! Mister Kelloggs asked me if he could be at ring side too! Not my fault that I thought she was driving a convertible car down to the ring! Now I’ve got to wrestle Mister Raven with Miss Baxter at ring side with her, thingies out there for the whole world to see! Do you know how distracting that is going to be?”
“For me, not very.”
“Well for me it is going to be very hard to not look at Miss Baxter and just see her, you know, her..” Bester motions with his hands.
“Tits?”
“YES!”
“Her big! Supple! Firm! Gigantic boobs? I bet her nipples are pierced.”
“Don’t say that!”
“What? Nnnnnnniiiiiiiipppppppllllllleeeeeeesssss?”
“Mister Jones! Stop! I don’t want…..Listen! I don’t want to be wrestling Mister Raven, trying to beat him, and move forward in this tournament so I can be one of the final 8 at Block Party and look over and see Miss Baxter and her, her, her.”
“Titties.”
“Looking back at me! Things might start happening! Like my mama used to say when she took me to the beach and if there was a girl without her bikini top on, to not stop and stare and the pretty girl and grow a tree in your underwear! Mister Jones! I am not going to grow a tree in my trunks in that ring while I wrestle Mister Raven!”
Joe is trying to not:
A.) Smirk.
B.) Laugh
C.) Rib Bester about his “tree”
Joe can tell Bester is concerned about this. Bester is taking this tournament very seriously and he hasn’t stopped talking about every since he signed up for it.
“Best! Can I ask you something?”
“You’re not going to pick on me are you?”
“No. What is it with this chick? Audrey. You’ve wrestling other girls before. You’ve been around other girls who wear as much or less than this Audrey chick. Autumn Raven wore booty shorts and a tank top, you didn’t have a problem with her. You tagged with Raven Hardy and no issues there. You fought Veronica Taylor once, no issue there. Andrea Hernandez, you faced her three times, no issue. HellRaven, Brianna Casablanca and nothing. But this chick looks in your direction and you’re sporting wood. What gives?”
Bester looks at Joe and it’s like he doesn’t want to answer.
“I mean, you have got to get over this buddy. If this Audrey chick was at ringside fully naked finger blasting herself, you’ve got to ignore that. Beat the fuck out of this James Raven guy. Fuck that guy. He’s in your way! If you have to, flip his dumb ass over, pull his short to side and wreck his ass while looking at Audrey, what ever you have to do to focus on what is on the line Bester.”
“I can guarantee that is not going to happen. Ever.”
“If James catches wind that you can’t focus on him for this match, he’ll hire every fucking stripper from here to Miami to be at ring side. I don’t know who this James Raven guy is if he walked up wearing a name badge that said, Hi! I’m James Raven! Wore a tee shirt with My Name is James Raven on the front AND the back, shook my hand and told me his name, I still wouldn’t know who he is, and you should treat him as such, as a nobody. He’s just some guy who heard 32 man tournament and signed up. This is a one and done appearance payday for this guy. But because you get all weirded out by this blonde bimbo with fake titties and a big ass, this clown is going to get two paychecks out of Marcus. Is that what you really want Bester?”
“No.”
“Then get her out of your head Best! Look! You just say so and I will have every big titty blonde within 50 miles shoving their tits in your face till you get sick at looking at big old tities. I’ll hire some pros and have them fuck you fronm now till just before your match, wearing you out so much that even if you wanted to pop a woody, you couldn’t. I’ll line them bitches up so deep it’ll be a reverse gang bang, but this shit with Audrey Baxter needs to stop! Or you will have to deal with her better half. You know the bitch is married right?”
“I think she is a really pretty lady Mister Jones. The prettiest lady I have ever seen.”
Joe closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Bester is looking down at the ground almost a ashamed of himself.
“Jesus….”
“When I see her, I forget my name. I can’t talk.”
“Fuck me.”
“I don’t know what it is Mister Jones. It’s like she has some spell over me. But.”
“This can’t be happening….I swear to god….”
“I want to win this tournament more than anything Mister Jones. I set myself 2 goal for myself here in the OCW.”
Joe crosses his arms and listens to what Bester has to say.
“I want to win the OCW title. I know I have a long road ahead of myself to get to the point that I could be seen as a legit contender to that title, but I want to win it.”
Joe nods agreeing with that lofty goal.
“I also want to wrestle Mister Meyhu. Not only wrestle Mister Meyhu, but to beat Mister Meyhu. He’s only lost 3 or 4 times. I want to be the next guy to beat him. Those are my goals Mister Jones. I’m not going to be able to achieve any of them if I have Miss Baxter in my head.”
Bester slips his thumbs into the waistband of his Hammer pants, and as if they were tears off, he rips them off to reveal his simple black wrestling trunks. Bester tosses the Hammer pants on the ground.
“So you go ahead and hire all of them ladies. Mister Raven can hire his own ladies and have them dancing and rubbing up on each other outside of the ring! They can do all of the things that Mister Kelloggs tells me I should watch in those videos on that one website he keeps telling me about. I want to win this tournament so bad right now! I can’t help but feel like I have to prove myself all over again, not only to all of my Rainbow Warriors, but to Mister Welsh and Mister Zybala again! I can’t help but feel that every since I was a bully for those weeks around Death March I have lost some of their respect and faith in me. I want to wrestle at every week at Massacre Mister Jones. I don’t want to sit in the back and watch everyone else have a match. I want to be in that ring, wrestling my heart out and picking up wins. I may not be OGDA anymore, but damn it! I’m still Bester Freund! I’m one tough customer! Ever since I started wrestling everyone says that I have what it takes to be a super duper mega star in this sport. The reason why I signed up for this tournament is because I want to show everyone that I mean business! I want to show Mister Welsh that I am better than the guy he hired all of those months ago! I can beat Mister Meyhu! I can beat Mister Paras! Show him that I can beat 32 other people and walkout the top of the heap! Show that winning the Craze title wasn’t fluke and people better take me serious. So Mister Jones.”
Bester crack his knuckles.
“Don’t you worry about Miss Baxter. I won’t even notice her. And Mister James, he’ll be forgotten about two minutes after that bell rings. I promise.”
Joe nods. “Good. Glad to hear that. Now get your ass back in the gym and get back to work!”
“Yes sir!” Bester yells and heads back into his gym…….
Fade out