Post by richard on Feb 12, 2014 18:36:27 GMT -5
December 10th after the show
Richard’s hotel room:
“ Triple Threat matches! “ Richard screams in his hotel room! He paces back and forth running his hands through his curly dark blond hair.
“ ARGH!” He exclaims, “ 6 years and I can’t even win a triple threat match!
“ I can’t be flustered, I can’t get riled but DAMN IT! “ He rages.
“ Three weeks! I’ve been working on my arsenal, I’ve been working so hard! “
“ I need a drink” Richard huffs under his breath and he goes down to the bar near the hotel lobby.
“ one Virgin strawberry daiquiri “ Richard says to the bosomy blond 30 year old waitress, while making it she talked with him.
“ Rough night?” She asks.
“ My career is in shambles.” He says glumly and buries his hands in his face.
“ You weren’t that bad.” She told him.
“ You watched the show?” He asked incredulously.
“ I’ve watched you since you began. I’m a huge fan.”
“ Like just on OCW?”
“ No, from your start, you’re fearless, it’s dare I say’ epic ‘ “ she smiles.
He takes a sip on his drink and replies sincerely.
“ Thank you, that really brightens up my night. “
Richard feels something hit his back and it’s a group of 20-30 year old drunk wrestling fans, throwing bawled up paper at him.
Richard sighs aggravated and he rises up and turns around.
“ Hey drunky-mc-douche ka-bob, how’d you enjoy the show?” He says to the guy sitting in the middle on the left side of the table.
He chuckles and nods “ You lost again.” He smirked.
“ Can’t really deny it.” Richard shrugs and takes a large handful of their fries, obnoxiously shoving it into his mouth as the other guys in his group shout “ hey!”
“ Think you can take me, you look like you work out.” Richard says.
People start watching the commotion as the guy rises, he’s about 25.
The guy shoves Richard.
“ Really, that’s your first move, starting a shove fight?” Richard quips.
The guy punches Richard who grasps his wrist and brings his arm down on the table in Fujiwara/ short arm bar.
“ I see you set up for it when you pulled back your arm, you do that it’s easy to look out for.” Richard explains as the drunken hater grimaces but is visibly & facially angered.
“ This is a text book short arm bar or Fujiwara arm bar.”
Richard lifts the arm up causing the drunk to scream then forces him in a hammerlock with his arm twisted and over his back as far as possible and hand rested uncomfortably on his back and Richard drops a repeated MMA style like elbow jab to the upper back.
“ Say I’m the best!” He yells
“ You’re the best! You’re the best!” The drunken fan whimpers.
Richard releases and turns bumping into a large hotel security guard.
“ It’s not what it looks like, he threw and uh . . .”
Outside The hotel*
Richard’s body is tossed out of the hotel and he rises slowly from flat on his stomach, finally pushing himself to his feet, before he can turn around his suitcase with wheels is tossed hitting him in the back knocking him flat on his face again comically.
“ Terrific” Richard says sarcastically and not lifting his head.
“ Get up Epic man!” A cheery female voice says and Richard looks up and sees it’s the barmaid in her teal car. He gets up and gets in her car.
“ I live close to the arena you guys are in this week.” She says.
“ Thanks. “ He says softly and glumly.
TBC
Richard’s hotel room:
“ Triple Threat matches! “ Richard screams in his hotel room! He paces back and forth running his hands through his curly dark blond hair.
“ ARGH!” He exclaims, “ 6 years and I can’t even win a triple threat match!
“ I can’t be flustered, I can’t get riled but DAMN IT! “ He rages.
“ Three weeks! I’ve been working on my arsenal, I’ve been working so hard! “
“ I need a drink” Richard huffs under his breath and he goes down to the bar near the hotel lobby.
“ one Virgin strawberry daiquiri “ Richard says to the bosomy blond 30 year old waitress, while making it she talked with him.
“ Rough night?” She asks.
“ My career is in shambles.” He says glumly and buries his hands in his face.
“ You weren’t that bad.” She told him.
“ You watched the show?” He asked incredulously.
“ I’ve watched you since you began. I’m a huge fan.”
“ Like just on OCW?”
“ No, from your start, you’re fearless, it’s dare I say’ epic ‘ “ she smiles.
He takes a sip on his drink and replies sincerely.
“ Thank you, that really brightens up my night. “
Richard feels something hit his back and it’s a group of 20-30 year old drunk wrestling fans, throwing bawled up paper at him.
Richard sighs aggravated and he rises up and turns around.
“ Hey drunky-mc-douche ka-bob, how’d you enjoy the show?” He says to the guy sitting in the middle on the left side of the table.
He chuckles and nods “ You lost again.” He smirked.
“ Can’t really deny it.” Richard shrugs and takes a large handful of their fries, obnoxiously shoving it into his mouth as the other guys in his group shout “ hey!”
“ Think you can take me, you look like you work out.” Richard says.
People start watching the commotion as the guy rises, he’s about 25.
The guy shoves Richard.
“ Really, that’s your first move, starting a shove fight?” Richard quips.
The guy punches Richard who grasps his wrist and brings his arm down on the table in Fujiwara/ short arm bar.
“ I see you set up for it when you pulled back your arm, you do that it’s easy to look out for.” Richard explains as the drunken hater grimaces but is visibly & facially angered.
“ This is a text book short arm bar or Fujiwara arm bar.”
Richard lifts the arm up causing the drunk to scream then forces him in a hammerlock with his arm twisted and over his back as far as possible and hand rested uncomfortably on his back and Richard drops a repeated MMA style like elbow jab to the upper back.
“ Say I’m the best!” He yells
“ You’re the best! You’re the best!” The drunken fan whimpers.
Richard releases and turns bumping into a large hotel security guard.
“ It’s not what it looks like, he threw and uh . . .”
Outside The hotel*
Richard’s body is tossed out of the hotel and he rises slowly from flat on his stomach, finally pushing himself to his feet, before he can turn around his suitcase with wheels is tossed hitting him in the back knocking him flat on his face again comically.
“ Terrific” Richard says sarcastically and not lifting his head.
“ Get up Epic man!” A cheery female voice says and Richard looks up and sees it’s the barmaid in her teal car. He gets up and gets in her car.
“ I live close to the arena you guys are in this week.” She says.
“ Thanks. “ He says softly and glumly.
TBC