Post by roach on Jan 28, 2014 14:49:50 GMT -5
Scene opens up in a cheap ass motel bathroom. Blood is seen all over the floor like pig has just been slaughtered in the room minutes before. Roach is seen leaning over the sink blowing clogs of blood out of his nose from the brutal match he had with Johnny Riot. Roach cleans his face off with a hot rag, he peels the plastic off a butterfly band aid before applying to his fucked up crooked nose. He squints in pain for a second before relieving the pain with a shot of whiskey. Roach grabs the first aid kit that he bought at the local drug store, pulls out the stitching wire and needle. He begins to thread the needle.
Roach: What a hell of a match, I give that little punk Riot some props. He hit me with some good moves and fuck did he ever hit me good in the face with I have no idea what the hell it was now. Fuck I can never remember what the hell I did after a match. I go in this place in my head and I just lose it.
Roach leans closer to the mirror as he checks out the gash over top of his right eye. He slowly begins to thread the needle through the gash as he holds the pain in.
Roach: Fuck I've done this shit way to many times in my life, I should be a fucking doctor. I give Riot props on the match, he almost had me but I came out on top. I have more respect for the guy now that he did what I told him to do, the both of us leave the match bloody as hell.
Roach threads the needle again before tying the first stitch up. Roach grabs the bottle of whiskey beside him and pours another shot before wasting no time and pounding it back.
Roach: Fuck that taste good and does the body good when your hurting like a motherfucker. Can't go wrong with a nice bottle of Forty Creek after a nice victory.
Roach takes another shot.
Roach: Canada's finest!
A phone is heard ringing in the other room, Roach walks into the cheap motel bedroom area and grabs his ringing cell phone.
Roach: Hello! oh its going good, just trying to fix up my fucked up face right now. Well thank you Dean I appreciate you calling me and thanking me on my victory, it was one hell of a match I agree with you on that one. Fuck you know I'm down and ready to fight again anytime, like I said I'm here to do my time and do what I need to do. Amber Ryan eh! yah that's fine with me. She showed some promise today in her match with a nice victory.
Roach walks back towards the bathroom as he is still talking on the phone.
Roach: Well you have a good night boss I have some company coming over if you know what I mean.
Roach begins to laugh before hanging up his phone. Another drink of whiskey is poured and gets slammed back, the shot glass is slammed onto the counter. Roach begins to work away on his disgusting looking gash.
Roach: So I get another match already, now that's what I'm talking about. I'm not here to fight once here then take a holiday and fight again when I'm all healed up. Fuck that! I'm a grown ass man, I beat the shit out of people for a living. I know this doesn't sound right but if that means I have to beat a women, then I'm going to have to do what I have to do. This Amber bitch doesn't fuck around by the looks of it. But that's what I like in a women, she has to have a little fight and anger in her. This bitch better not think I'm going to take it easy on her just cause she's a chick. Don't get me wrong I looooove women, but when they get in my way of me doing what I came to the OCW to do then we have a problem on our hands!
Roach finishes another row of stitches, before working on another row he takes a shot of whiskey and slams the shot glass down. Wipes his mouth with his massive forearm that has dried blood on it.
Roach: I don't get this chick either, is she trying to be one of those girls from the twilight movies ? or is she one of those gothic chicks who cut their wrist?....I have no idea what she can be. But I do know what she is going to be on the next Massacre on Monday Night, just another wounded wrestler laying in the middle of the ring, just like many people have fallen to this beast. So Amber you can bring it on and bring what ever you want to bring to the ring to beat me cause your going to need everything you have. Hell if you have any spell's or magic you want to use then fuck it, bring it with you. I'm just saying I'm not going to take it light on you just cause you're a women, and I take it you know that too! that's why your here in the OCW. I gave Riot his first loss in the OCW and I plan on giving you your first loss aswell. So just bring all you have doll and we will put a show on for the fans in Michigan.
A knock at the door is heard.
Roach: Give me a second!
Roach finishes the last stitch over his eye before wiping his face clean with a wet towel. He pours another shot and pounds is back in no time. A knock again is heard at the door.
Roach: Hold the fuck on.
Roach opens the door and the waitress from the bar he was playing poker at before his fight is standing there looking sexy. Roach invites her in as she takes a seat on the end of the bed.
Roach: Well aren't I the like one tonight.
Waitress: Your going to be!
The waitress begins to giggle.
Roach: Would you like a drink doll?
Waitress: I would love one!
Roach goes over to the mini fridge and grabs two cold brews. He hands her one before sitting down beside her.
Roach: So let's do a little roleplay so I can get ready for my match on Monday. You can be the wannabe vampire gothic chick, wait that doesn't sound like fun at all. How about you be Buffy the vampire slayer and I'll be what's her vampire boyfriends name?
Waitress: Oh my god I loved that show, I'll def be Buffy and you can be Angel.
Roach takes a big swig of his beer and smiles at the girl.
Roach: That's what I like to hear!
Camera slowly fades to black.
Roach: What a hell of a match, I give that little punk Riot some props. He hit me with some good moves and fuck did he ever hit me good in the face with I have no idea what the hell it was now. Fuck I can never remember what the hell I did after a match. I go in this place in my head and I just lose it.
Roach leans closer to the mirror as he checks out the gash over top of his right eye. He slowly begins to thread the needle through the gash as he holds the pain in.
Roach: Fuck I've done this shit way to many times in my life, I should be a fucking doctor. I give Riot props on the match, he almost had me but I came out on top. I have more respect for the guy now that he did what I told him to do, the both of us leave the match bloody as hell.
Roach threads the needle again before tying the first stitch up. Roach grabs the bottle of whiskey beside him and pours another shot before wasting no time and pounding it back.
Roach: Fuck that taste good and does the body good when your hurting like a motherfucker. Can't go wrong with a nice bottle of Forty Creek after a nice victory.
Roach takes another shot.
Roach: Canada's finest!
A phone is heard ringing in the other room, Roach walks into the cheap motel bedroom area and grabs his ringing cell phone.
Roach: Hello! oh its going good, just trying to fix up my fucked up face right now. Well thank you Dean I appreciate you calling me and thanking me on my victory, it was one hell of a match I agree with you on that one. Fuck you know I'm down and ready to fight again anytime, like I said I'm here to do my time and do what I need to do. Amber Ryan eh! yah that's fine with me. She showed some promise today in her match with a nice victory.
Roach walks back towards the bathroom as he is still talking on the phone.
Roach: Well you have a good night boss I have some company coming over if you know what I mean.
Roach begins to laugh before hanging up his phone. Another drink of whiskey is poured and gets slammed back, the shot glass is slammed onto the counter. Roach begins to work away on his disgusting looking gash.
Roach: So I get another match already, now that's what I'm talking about. I'm not here to fight once here then take a holiday and fight again when I'm all healed up. Fuck that! I'm a grown ass man, I beat the shit out of people for a living. I know this doesn't sound right but if that means I have to beat a women, then I'm going to have to do what I have to do. This Amber bitch doesn't fuck around by the looks of it. But that's what I like in a women, she has to have a little fight and anger in her. This bitch better not think I'm going to take it easy on her just cause she's a chick. Don't get me wrong I looooove women, but when they get in my way of me doing what I came to the OCW to do then we have a problem on our hands!
Roach finishes another row of stitches, before working on another row he takes a shot of whiskey and slams the shot glass down. Wipes his mouth with his massive forearm that has dried blood on it.
Roach: I don't get this chick either, is she trying to be one of those girls from the twilight movies ? or is she one of those gothic chicks who cut their wrist?....I have no idea what she can be. But I do know what she is going to be on the next Massacre on Monday Night, just another wounded wrestler laying in the middle of the ring, just like many people have fallen to this beast. So Amber you can bring it on and bring what ever you want to bring to the ring to beat me cause your going to need everything you have. Hell if you have any spell's or magic you want to use then fuck it, bring it with you. I'm just saying I'm not going to take it light on you just cause you're a women, and I take it you know that too! that's why your here in the OCW. I gave Riot his first loss in the OCW and I plan on giving you your first loss aswell. So just bring all you have doll and we will put a show on for the fans in Michigan.
A knock at the door is heard.
Roach: Give me a second!
Roach finishes the last stitch over his eye before wiping his face clean with a wet towel. He pours another shot and pounds is back in no time. A knock again is heard at the door.
Roach: Hold the fuck on.
Roach opens the door and the waitress from the bar he was playing poker at before his fight is standing there looking sexy. Roach invites her in as she takes a seat on the end of the bed.
Roach: Well aren't I the like one tonight.
Waitress: Your going to be!
The waitress begins to giggle.
Roach: Would you like a drink doll?
Waitress: I would love one!
Roach goes over to the mini fridge and grabs two cold brews. He hands her one before sitting down beside her.
Roach: So let's do a little roleplay so I can get ready for my match on Monday. You can be the wannabe vampire gothic chick, wait that doesn't sound like fun at all. How about you be Buffy the vampire slayer and I'll be what's her vampire boyfriends name?
Waitress: Oh my god I loved that show, I'll def be Buffy and you can be Angel.
Roach takes a big swig of his beer and smiles at the girl.
Roach: That's what I like to hear!
Camera slowly fades to black.
