Post by King Incredible on Feb 25, 2014 21:36:50 GMT -5
“At a certain point I’m going to want to have a family.”
I remembered that night… the night when my life, my career, would take a drastic turn. It’s like that fork in the road when you’re going down a dirt path. To the left you see darkness, dead trees, brown leaves rolling in the wind and the howling of a vicious wolf. To the right though you see a bright light, the trees are full of green and there are birds chirping and rabbits eating dandelions. I was sitting in that Audi R8 outside X’s house in the bitter cold of Minnesota getting ready to attempt to call Damian Payne, who I was tagging with on the Massacre before Resurrection, when another phone call in. I remember how odd it was that someone would be calling me at this time, even though I would be attempting the same thing moments later. Even though the number was unknown I still picked it intrigued.
“Hello?” I said puzzled.
“Is this Mr. Bishop?” the voice asked.
“Yes…” I responded, “who is this?”
“Don’t you recognize the voice?”
“Uhh,” I thought, “why… yes I do. How did you get this number? Why are you calling me at three in the morning?”
“That doesn’t matter,” the voice said, “I have a proposition for you. Will you listen?”
“Why not?” I laughed.
“This is serious,” the voice began, “and to make sure you know exactly who I am… what’s my finisher?”
“Really?” I sighed, “if you insist… La Omerta.”
“Good,” Mario Maurako said, finally revealed, “now, as you know, Lou Bruno and I have what is called the Family, and as you can tell, we are at war with President Dean. He is ruining OCW and I want to rid him of his power before he drives it further into the ground. You my friend are already at odds with him because after denying me the right the Central Championship, the next choice in my eyes was obviously you.”
“Glad I have your blessing,” I exclaimed, “anyways, you were saying?”
“Yes,” Mario continued, “but then he denied you that right at first… and you had every right to be upset. I’m surprised you didn’t kill the man. I knew from that moment, you had to be in the Family with us.”
“Are you serious?” I gasped, “This wouldn’t be a mistake.”
“I know it wouldn’t be a mistake,” Mario chuckled, “you’re a beast. You destroy everything in your path. So this is how we will do it. After my match with Bobbinette I will hide under the ring somehow, don’t worry about those details, I’ll hurt the referee who brings in the belt and I’ll hide in one of the pods. I’ll make sure, hell, I will guarantee you will walk out of Resurrection OCW Central Champion!”
“You are the man!” I laughed, “I accept!”
“Great,” Mario laughed as well, “I will see you in person in the next week or so.”
***
The crowd at Wichita East High School in Wichita, Kansas erupted. They were in so much shock and awe to what their fan favorite, Brianna Casablancas, had just done. The Super EGO Kick of the century to my face and all I could remember was falling and blacking out. I could hear rumblings of noise and muffled sounds. Something fell onto my battered body I could feel it but I didn’t know what it was. All of a sudden a rush of pain to my left cheek and then all the images and sounds soon exploded into a half of focus.
“Wake the fuck up Bishop!” a blurred person said, smacking me again and grabbing my body.
I began to shake my head as some images became clearer than others; I noticed the House of Mirrors and saw the blood soaked ring. I saw Idris inside with barbed wire wrapped around her and pieces of flesh hanging from the wire. As the sounds became more clearer I could hear “Acid Rain” and knew that was my ring music. I quickly shook my head as someone sat me up against the house of mirrors and I looked down and saw the most beautiful thing in the entire world: the OCW Central Championship. I look up and the person finally became clear; Mario Maurako.
“That’s right,” he yelled, “you won the championship!”
In probably the last effort I could possibly do on my own I lifted my arm with the championship in my hands finally accomplishing what I told everyone I would do. I could hear the crowd booing me and it felt fantastic. Mario picked me up and put his arm around my shoulder and helped me into the back as I could feel the blood dripping down my back. We got into the high school hallway where there is a make-shift bed there and I just collapse on it stomach first and I drop the title onto the floor. Once again, everything went black and I could hear nothing.
***
The flick of my lighter produced a flame that I directed toward the end of my cigarette. Sweet smoke began to rise from the stick as I placed my lighter back into my leather jacket coat pocket and began to puff to the delicateness. I looked up into the dark gray evening of Lubbock, Texas, it was a cool night and the sun was not out due to rain falling from the sky. With another puff I looked around and saw across the five-lane street a Parks Printing Company store, an empty parking lot, a major four way intersection and then a car dealership selling crap looking cars. I was sitting on a stone bench behind the parking lot of the Texas’ famous burger chain; the Whataburger. I finish my cigarette quickly and flick it onto the ground in front of me and stomp it out. I head into the Whataburger and stand in line to wait to order as I could see a lot of fat people in front of me. I shrug at the thought of me gaining a couple of pounds as the line begins to murmur as if they knew who I was. About three minutes later I finally get to place my order.
“Yes, I’d like a double—“
“Holy hell!” the cashier said in excitement, “it’s Ian Bishop!”
“Listen kiddo,” I snapped, “I just want a fucking burger… wait, you know who I am?”
“Hell yes,” the cashier exclaimed, “I use to watch OCW all the time back in the day. You know, The Great One, Scott Syren, Silver Cyanide, Big Bifford, Lurrr… I’ve been watching since OCW came back and you’ve been absolutely outstanding.”
“Great,” I sigh with heavy sarcasm, “now, can I have a double—“
“Wait,” the cashier said with confusion, “where is the Central Championship you got?”
“Are you kidding me?” I laughed, “I can’t just take that out in public. It could be stolen and it’s probably worth like, twenty dollars Canadian, can’t risk it man.”
“What’s a guy like you dining at Whataburger?” the cashier asked honestly, “shouldn’t you be eating like smoke salmon with little green plants on the side for decoration?”
“Maybe if I was in Houston,” I barked, “but I am in fucking Lubbock. Now, can I have a double—“
“How did it feel to be handed the title?” the cashier questioned, very hyper from our encounter, “I mean, you lost and then she gave it to you.”
I paused for a moment from searching through my wallet for change and looked up at the cashier. His large smile that was obscured by bracers and the pimple on his face and thick rimmed glasses. I cocked an eyebrow and yelled.
“What in the FUCK do you mean, lost?” I screamed, “did you not see how Resurrection ended you dork? I walked out of Wichita, Kansas as the face of OCW, the Central Champion… hah, and you say I lost.”
“Wait,” the cashier started while picking his nose, “you mean to tell me you don’t know what happened?”
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed some more, slamming my fist onto the counter and making a tip box fall, “well, blurt it out, kid!”
“Well…” the kid began a little shaken up, “Brianna super kicked you, you fell and she fell out of the ring with the Championship but then she said she didn’t want the title and gave it to you.”
I laughed with a cackle in my voice and howled like a wolf but suddenly I looked back down with the same eyebrow cocked up and have a devil like smirk on my face.
“I’d like to speak to your manager, right now!” I screamed, “and while you’re at it, I WANT A FUCKING DOUBLE MEAT BURGER WITH EXTRA CHEESE, LARGE FRIES AND A LARGE FUCKING ROOT BEER!”
The cashier begins to cry hysterically as he runs to the back to grab his manager. I seem them conversing as I tap my foot on the ground as I can feel myself growing more impatient and more frustrated by the minute… but that could also be my cocaine addiction needing a fix. Either way the biggest person I have ever seen in my life walked from behind the kitchen and behind the counter with the name tag “Carl: Manager”. I chuckled a bit as the manager spoke.
“Is there a problem, sir?” the manager asked chewing his gum loudly.
“As a matter of fact there is,” I began, “do you drug test your employees?”
“No sir,” the manager asked puzzled, “why do you say that?”
“Well,” I started, and released with anger, “YOUR FUCKING CASHIER MUST BE FUCKING HIGH AS SHIT IF HE THINKS I DIDN’T WIN THAT FUCKING RESURRECTION MATCH! HE ACTUALLY BELIEVES THAT MY OPPONENT, BRIANNA CASABLANCAS, WOULD BE THAT FUCKING STUPID TO GIVE UP A TITLE IF SHE ACTUALLY WON, WHICH SHE FUCKING DIDN’T CAUSE I WON AND I AM THE FUCKING OCW CENTRAL CHAMPION! WHO WOULD BE THAT FUCKING STUPID TO DO THAT?”
I inhaled and exhaled hard as half the line up behind me fled from the burger joint in fear and the cashier was still crying. The manager looked at me with crossed eyes but then turned to the cashie0 who immediately froze in terror. He looked him from head to toe before turning back to me.
“I don’t watch wrestling,” the manager said with the most monotone voice ever, “but that does seem stupid. Thank you sir for informing me of my employees misbehaving. Your food will be done in a moment.”
I watched in complete joy as the manager grabbed the cashier by his hair and dragged him to the back as he screamed to reconsider but the manager still fired him. A new female cashier with a pathetic excuse for a chest came out as I side stepped to let the next person order. I looked out the window and noticed a black limo waiting outside with a small, gray-haired man waiting for someone. He waved at me as my food was given to me in a paper bag. I grab the bag and head outside as the cashier yells at me as to why I didn’t for my food, as if she had to think about it. I ignored her and opened the doors and walked up the man.
“Who are you?” I asked as I ruffled through the bag for my burger.”
“My name is Martie Nicotera,” the limo driver explained, “I waited for you at the Staybridge Suites where Mario instructed us you would be but you weren’t there so I searched the area for you.”
“My bad,” I apologized, “I was just getting a burger but this idiot took too long, some fan of mine I guess.”
“I see,” Martie exclaimed, “sir, if you are ready, we are taking you to Mario’s mansion—“
“Mario has a mansion?” I said dumbfounded, “in Lubbock?”
“Not in Lubbock sir,” Martie corrected, “it is on the outskirts of Lubbock on Market 303 highway… as you know, Mario is quite the real estate collector.”
“Alright!” I beamed, “let’s go!”
Martie opened the door for me as a climbed in and my jaw dropped to the floor. All leather seating with lightly faded green lights on the top and a mini fridge stalked with beer, rum, wine, any alcoholic beverage. On one of the arm rests was a cigar holder with probably ten cigars inside it with an automatic lighter on it. I light one of them, a Cuban, immediately and begin to pour myself a coke and rum. The window which separates the driver from the back opens up.
“Sir,” Martie began, “I took the liberty of searching the internet for you and found a self-made promo by “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne and I thought you’d want to watch it so it is coming up on the screen for you.”
“Man Martie Nicorette,” I started but thought for a second, “I mean Nicotera, you’re the best! Mario must love you!”
“I hope so,” Martie exclaimed with not a lot of expression, “he does give me a good salary. Here is the video sir.”
The lights dim and the window closes again as a twenty inch flat screen turns on and there shows Damian Payne blabbing his mouth off. I actually couldn’t believe that only two weeks ago I was tagging with this guy and now Dean has me in a match with him; talk about poor booking skills. I continued to watch as I took a sip of the delicious drink I just mixed up and all of a sudden the video stopped and the lights came back on.
“Martie!”
The window came down again.
“Yes sir?” Martie asked.
“You’re playing the next part, right?” I asked, taking a puff from the cigar.
“There isn’t a second part, sir,” Martie sighed, “that is what I found.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I laughed, “he posts a two-minute video about how he is going to beat respect into me and that’s it? That is hilarious… and to think I tagged with this idiot two weeks ago.”
“You did sir?” Martie asked, trying to sound like he was half interested, “and how did that go?”
“We fucking won of course,” I said, “but, of course, I carried the team and it was me that got the pin in that win, not him… and he’s also going on about how Brianna beat me, what the fuck is everyone talking about? First the cashier at Whataburger and now him? Are they stupid or am I crazy?”
“I would say it’s the former, sir,” Martie agreed.
“Ok…” I said puzzled, “I’ll just assume you meant what I said first. Payne is a fucking idiot too, he said I didn’t pin Brianna but I didn’t have to, it was a HOUSE OF MIRRORS match, you had to step out of the fucking house with the title around your waist. I remember waking up, yes in a pool of blood, but with the championship in my hand; that makes me the OCW Central Champion and the fucking winner. Him and I do agree though that Brianna is a cheerio, cocoa puff or fruit-loop whatever fucking cereal brand he chose to describe her.
What I find funny though is how he thinks I didn’t prove to anyone that I won. That isn’t true at all. I won my debut and it was such an impressive debut that management put ME into the main event at Resurrection, not HIM, ME! Then I continued that impressive streak by defeating his rival and my rival at the same time before the PPV and then, well, as everyone saw on Sunday, I walked out of Kansas OCW Central Champion by single handily destroying Brianna inside the House of Mirrors… she can’t even compete this week the doctors wouldn’t clear her so what in the fuck does that tell him, huh? Hey Martie?”
“Oh,” Martie said, coming back to the conversation again half focused, “yes, sir, it appears as though your opponent may not have prepared for his self-made promo, is that what you are saying?”
“Exactly,” I yelled, “Martie you’re such a good listener… and yes, maybe I should call Damian back up and explain what the definition of Incredible means… let me look it up on my phone right now… hmm, it’s loading… ok, here we go… INCREDIBLE; ‘so extraordinary as to seem impossible,’ and ‘not credible; hard to believe; unbelievable.’ Used in some sentences: ‘Johnny, did you see that move when Ian threw Brianna head first into the mirrors, that was incredible.’ Another sentence: ‘Ian, the way you ate my pussy moments go was… was… INCREDIBLE!’ And finally what I imagine Mario will say to me in a few moments: ‘Ian, where did you get this coke, it feels incredible in my nostrils!’”
“I’m not so sure sir if Mario does recreational drugs,” Martie questioned, “but you are free to ask him.”
“Well the Family will soon become addict like me,” I exclaimed, “I’ll have to add my own sentence into this dictionary website… let me think, ah yes! I can just picture Hood at the announce table now: “Ian Bishop just fucked up Damian Payne’s shit tonight, it was so INCREDIBLE!”
“We have arrived at Mario’s mansion, sir,” Martie announced.
I rolled down the electric window of Mario’s limo and appeared a large brick mansion with white marble columns going from the very top to the bottom. There are lights illuminating the drive way every five yards or so and the grass is a dark pine green and neatly kept. The limo stops as I get out and I’m greeted by a lovely lady.
“Hello Ian,” she said with a smile, “Mr. Maurako is on the phone with important business matters from Italy, he said to make yourself at home and what is his is yours. There has been a guest room cleared for you and Mario ordered you a congratulatory lady of the evening for you and he has paid her so you can ask for whatever you want.”
“The fucking perks,” I laughed and smacked my hand in excitement, “thank you very much!”
I wave to Martie for the ride and run inside the mansion excited about the next few hours of being pleasured.
