Post by Jock Reasoning on Mar 3, 2024 13:54:11 GMT -5
“They say that when the first domino falls everything becomes a house of cards. Dynasties loosen. Kingdoms crack. Legacies fade. In the age of stoicism, it’s the chaos that reigns supreme and in the age of turmoil, it's the calm that prevails. Those who go against the…”
WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE WATCHING
“I’m sorry. I just figured you’d like to see a modern-day pro wrestling promo.”
WELL TURN THAT SHIT OFF. Fuck!
“Alright, fine…” the voice trails, “we’re past closing time any way you shouldn’t even be here."
The clock reads 4:00. The fact there’s no light pouring in tells us it’s in the early morning or super late at night, depending on what type of human you are. Human. Not Vampire. Looking at you, Morbidus.
A tired bartender, fearing for their life, surfs the channels on the shitty TV hanging above the bar.
“WELL!?” the irascible voice pushes for a resolution. It’s familiar. Way too familiar.
“Look, man, it’s like four in the morning. There isn’t shit on TV.”
“How about some Australian Rules Football? I’ve got a couple grand on…ah fuck, I can’t remember their name.”
The bartender turns, giving the man a blank stare, “I think it’s time you stopped gambling.”
A beer bottle flies at the bartender's head. “I think it’s time you got me another beer!”
Terrified, the bartender reaches into a cooler, snaring another Bud Light.
The door chimes.
“We’re fucking closed,” the angry man greets whoever is bold enough to enter a dark bar at four in the morning.
The bartender rises and snaps the cap off, sliding the fresh beer into an ‘OCW’ koozie.
“Looks like you’re open,” the sweet voice of JOCK Reasoning replies, taking a seat next to the angry man. The bartender is thoroughly defeated.
“Can…can I get you anything?”
Jock slides some cash across the table, “Go get some rest. I’ll take it from here.”
His eyes light up like he’s just won Survivor or some shit, the bartender takes the cash and rushes around the bar and into the back. I doubt we’ll see him again.
“Well,” the angry man observes, “Looks like you’ll be my beer bitch for the rest of the night.”
Jock laughs, “Glad to see you haven’t changed.” He leans in, “But…how would you like to take a little trip? Beer in the car. Got a sports book room down the road. Unlimited credit.”
“Unlimited credit,” the man’s angry tone softens. “How does that even work?”
“Oh, we’ll make it work.”
The man looks up. A rerun of That’s So Raven is airing. He finishes his beer and hurls it at the TV, cracking the screen and causing it to glitch. “Alright, I’m in. This place sucks anyway.”
He follows Jock out of the bar. He sees the two van doors open but his inebriation combined with the allure of unlimited sports betting funds stifle any semblance of concern.
“Beer’s right there,” Jock points to a Yeti cooler in the back. The man hops in and kicks it open.
“Fuck yea,” He pulls out a Bud Light. The doors are slammed shut.
“We got him!” Jock talk-texts to the Board. They reply with a thumbs up.
Jock gets into the Slam Buss. The driver looks over at him, “So you gave him beer but Zybala got nothing?”
“You haven’t met Lurrr,” Jock responds as he looks over his shoulder at the original OCW Icon, Lurrr, seated next to the Yeti, pounding back a beer.
Lurrr - Coerced
Entrant #4 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE WATCHING
“I’m sorry. I just figured you’d like to see a modern-day pro wrestling promo.”
WELL TURN THAT SHIT OFF. Fuck!
“Alright, fine…” the voice trails, “we’re past closing time any way you shouldn’t even be here."
The clock reads 4:00. The fact there’s no light pouring in tells us it’s in the early morning or super late at night, depending on what type of human you are. Human. Not Vampire. Looking at you, Morbidus.
A tired bartender, fearing for their life, surfs the channels on the shitty TV hanging above the bar.
“WELL!?” the irascible voice pushes for a resolution. It’s familiar. Way too familiar.
“Look, man, it’s like four in the morning. There isn’t shit on TV.”
“How about some Australian Rules Football? I’ve got a couple grand on…ah fuck, I can’t remember their name.”
The bartender turns, giving the man a blank stare, “I think it’s time you stopped gambling.”
A beer bottle flies at the bartender's head. “I think it’s time you got me another beer!”
Terrified, the bartender reaches into a cooler, snaring another Bud Light.
The door chimes.
“We’re fucking closed,” the angry man greets whoever is bold enough to enter a dark bar at four in the morning.
The bartender rises and snaps the cap off, sliding the fresh beer into an ‘OCW’ koozie.
“Looks like you’re open,” the sweet voice of JOCK Reasoning replies, taking a seat next to the angry man. The bartender is thoroughly defeated.
“Can…can I get you anything?”
Jock slides some cash across the table, “Go get some rest. I’ll take it from here.”
His eyes light up like he’s just won Survivor or some shit, the bartender takes the cash and rushes around the bar and into the back. I doubt we’ll see him again.
“Well,” the angry man observes, “Looks like you’ll be my beer bitch for the rest of the night.”
Jock laughs, “Glad to see you haven’t changed.” He leans in, “But…how would you like to take a little trip? Beer in the car. Got a sports book room down the road. Unlimited credit.”
“Unlimited credit,” the man’s angry tone softens. “How does that even work?”
“Oh, we’ll make it work.”
The man looks up. A rerun of That’s So Raven is airing. He finishes his beer and hurls it at the TV, cracking the screen and causing it to glitch. “Alright, I’m in. This place sucks anyway.”
He follows Jock out of the bar. He sees the two van doors open but his inebriation combined with the allure of unlimited sports betting funds stifle any semblance of concern.
“Beer’s right there,” Jock points to a Yeti cooler in the back. The man hops in and kicks it open.
“Fuck yea,” He pulls out a Bud Light. The doors are slammed shut.
“We got him!” Jock talk-texts to the Board. They reply with a thumbs up.
Jock gets into the Slam Buss. The driver looks over at him, “So you gave him beer but Zybala got nothing?”
“You haven’t met Lurrr,” Jock responds as he looks over his shoulder at the original OCW Icon, Lurrr, seated next to the Yeti, pounding back a beer.
Lurrr - Coerced
Entrant #4 into the OCW Survivor Season 3 Field.
