Post by loubruno on Jan 30, 2014 23:59:07 GMT -5
I watch as Mario's Limo speeds off with him inside as I head off to my black sedan while the OCW Titles are making their way to the bottom of Lake Erie. The wind blows under my black wool jacket and gives me the chills down to the bone. I'm driving downtown and notice a diner on the left with a sign out front saying; "Bills Grub". I pull into the parking lot and slide on the few inches of packed snow nearly missing the post in front of my car. I head inside where you have your normal looking diner. A long counter with stools, a row of booths and some tables and chairs scattered around. Oh and the pie display. You can never forget the pie display.
I toss my coat on the back of the coat rack as I make my way to the counter and sit. A girl in her mid thirties I want to say come walking by and hands me a menu.
"What can I get ya?"
I peer over the menu and clear my throat before answering.
"Coffee. Black."
She walks off to get my cup of joe as I continue to read the flimsy plastic sheet with the bland food. Coming from an Italian family background whose mother makes everything from scratch it's hard to beat that kind of cooking. Which is near impossible. The woman comes back and sits the coffee down still steaming.
"You ready to place your order dear?"
I give a sigh as I randomly point at the turkey club and seasoned fries.
"I'll have this."
She leans over to look as I gaze down her cropped uniform top and grin as I see tanned cleavage.
"And some of that later."
The waitress was puzzled until she followed my line of sight and slaps me on the shoulder. I become enraged but keep a calm exterior.
She'll pay for that later. I thought to myself.
"Oh you will?"
She says in somewhat of a sarcastic tone towards me. Some people just won't learn. I'll tell you who will come Massacre and that's Miss Cassablancas. I return from my thoughts to have the waitress who's name I now see is Bree from the stitching. Bree... that's a whores name if I've never heard one before.
"Yeah I will now get back there and make my club before I use one on you."
She tilts her little head back throwing her jet black hair back.
"Ha ha ha ha ha. Your funny, but I'll get that in for you dear."
Seriously, I've beaten people with a club before. But that's a story for later now with the distraction gone I start thinking about what Mario and I plan to accomplish in OCW.
Complete domination and destruction of OCW. It all starts next Monday on Massacre with Brianna Cassablancas. Sure she might have had a victory last week but she's never met a real man like me before. Far from it. All these pretty boys growing up watching their favorite wrestlers on TV and imitating them. Sad really. I come from well let's just say a certain line of work that one does that shouldn't be talked about. Get where I'm coming from?
I take another long gulp of the coffee I have. I can feel it start to help warm my insides as I wait for the waitress who peeks out and looks at me ever few minutes. I know what she want's and it's me. Lou Bruno. I can't help it I'm Italian, it's comes with the territory. And where's that you might ask? Well, those types of questions will get you a nice pair of new 'heavy' shoes and find yourself sitting with the OCW Titles if you know what I mean.
A plate is slid in front of me and the smell of the cooked turkey and bacon fill my nose.
"Mmm. Smells good."
Bree just smiles as she walks away and then comes back with a glass jar of ketchup and a warm pot of coffee for a refill. With half a mouth full I nod as to say thanks without speaking. You know manners which some clearly don't have nowadays. Just then a man comes walking through the door and he looks to be a bit upset as he sits two stools down from me.
"Fucking Mario and that new Bruno guy. Why in the HELL would they want to go and do something like that?"
I close my eyes and respond in my head.
Because OCW will burn and die that's why.
Then the man looks towards me and is in shock.
"HEY! YOUR THAT DOUCHE BAG THA."
I don't let him finish because now I have a hand around his throat and slowly squeezing as he chokes to get air just to breath.
"I suggest you don't finish that sentence Sir. Now, I came here to get a meal then leave this God forsaken state but not before I bury myself inside that little tart over there."
I shove a twenty in his front coat pocket and lean in real close.
"Take this as reinbursement for the shitty show you seen tonight and stay tune to see what I have planed for Casablanca."