Post by King Incredible on Mar 7, 2014 23:41:28 GMT -5
A husband and his wife left the elevator of the El Dorado Shreveport Resort & Casino decked out in bright shorts, t-shirts, flip flops and sun lotion. They were heading for their room as they passed room 624 and all they could hear was loud snoring… three individual snoring. They stare at the room for a moment and laugh to themselves and leave for their room a few doors down. Inside room 624 was two queen size beds, a sofa that could turn into a bed, a 44” flat screen television and a tricked out bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. On the two queens bed, one was the most hardcore wrestler in OCW, Roach, and the other was OCW Central Champion “The Incredible” Ian Bishop. Forced on the couch with half of his body hanging off and drooling to the floor was Roach’s manager Slater Kain. The three boys had just taken the craziest ten hour road trip from Lubbock, Texas to get here. Normally it would only take seven and a half but from picking up strangers and seeing the Road Runner… it made it quite the adventure.
We had made it into Shreveport at about three in the morning local time where OCW would be hosting Monday Night Massacre in a few days, two weeks before the second OCW online PPV in a decade… Black Out 2, and for the second time in a month Ian would be facing Brianna Casablancas for the OCW Central Championship. This time though there was no wondering who the champion was; it was Ian. To add a bit of pepper to the mix and shake things up, President Dean decided to add Roach into the match, as he had just completed destroyed TLS a week and half ago in a hardcore match at Resurrection, the same night Ian claimed the Central title. To what the viewers and the rest of the locker room didn’t know; Roach was actually a friend and stable mate of Ian Bishop and Mario Marauko… officially; The Family was a trio. With a combined record of 12-1 between the three wrestlers… this stable would be a force to be reckoned with.
Ian was the first wake up as he slowly opened his eyes to mild sun light peering in from the cracks in the blinds. He glanced around and noticed Roach snoring away with his shades on his eyes and Slater Kain now on the floor; which was probably what woken Ian. Ian fixed his gaze the digital clock and it read 4:13 in the afternoon.
“Shit,” Ian swore under his breath, knowing that they should’ve been up hours ago to start working out for their match on Monday night.
Once again, Ian was to tag with an opponent against Brianna and another random partner. This time though, Ian was with a wrestler that could actually hold his own and he respected and could call a friend; a brother… Roach. Brianna’s partner this time? Some food-crazed gasoline sniffing manic named Alice Knight. Brianna probably chose her to make the insanity of her own seem not so obvious in front of the, well, obvious in Alice.
Ian got up from bed quietly to try and let Roach and Slater snooze for a couple of minutes more before waking them up. He headed into the bathroom and took what he thought was the longest piss of his life and it was from all the beer he wasn’t used to drinking… and he was dizzy, from what was the weed he hardly smoked before in seven years since his younger twenties. Ian splashed some water on his face before going back into the main area of the hotel room. Ian flashed the room light on, which immediately woke up Slater but Roach didn’t move because he had his sun glasses on.
“What the fuck…” Slater swore groggily, rubbing his eyes violently, “why did you have to do that?”
The noise woke up Roach. Having recognized the voice of Slater, he slowly grabbed an unused pillow next to him and proceeded to chuck it at Slater’s head, catching him off guard and making him fall to the ground hard. Roach let out a roar and took off his sun glasses but was blinded by the light he wasn’t aware was on.
“Fuck sakes,” Roach yelled, quickly putting his sun glasses back on, “who turned the damn lights on?”
“I did,” Ian barked back, putting on his work out pants that would cover his Ellen DeGeneres boxers, “it’s almost 4:30 man.”
“Holy shit,” Roach said surprised, getting up to a sitting position and searching the nearby desk for something, “those ‘shrooms really fucked us up.”
We shared a laugh as Slater got dressed in the bathroom and Ian got into his gear to go to the gym, which consisted of black white stripped track pants, a wife beater and Nike shoes. Roach got out of bed and got into a similar outfit only instead of a wife beater his t-shirt was black with the phrase “#DOWORK” on the front in white font. Roach put his blue head wrap around his skull and proceeded to light a joint.
“That’s a three hundred smoke you’re about to do,” Ian said as he pointed to the sign that said “no-smoking”.
“For fuck sakes…” Roach said cross, heading towards the bathroom, knocking on the door and yelling, “Slater… why the fuck did you book a non-smoking room, bud? You know what we like to do!”
“I’m sorry!” Slater’s muffled voice said from inside the bathroom, as he paused to make a noise suggesting he was having a large shit, “this was the only hotel in the area that had rooms and all of them are smoke free.
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“Well when you’re done your shit go down there and negotiate the fucking smoke fee,” Roach suggested, taking his unlit joint and putting it back into his ear, “Ian and I are going to do some work outs across the bridge… see you in a bit.”
Ian and Roach left the room and headed down into the lobby via the elevator. As we made our way outside to the warm weather of Louisiana Roach sighed a bit of relief as he lit his joint and took a hit and held the smoke for a few moments before blowing the smoke out. Roach smirked as he handed the blunt to Ian but he declined.
“If I do any more drugs,” Ian laughed, “I’m going to be fucked for the rest of the weekend. I’m more of once or twice a week kind of guy.”
“Suit yourself,” Roach laughed.
Roach continued to hit on his own as we crossed the Texas Street bridge and got to the other side which turned into East Texas Street. We made our way to the corner of E Texas Street and Traffic Street where we would have to turn to get to Health, Hope & Attitude, one of the local gyms in the area. It was silent for a bit but Roach broke the silence as he flicked his butt onto the ground.
“Ian my buddy,” Roach grinned, “we never talked about this in the Charger as he were both high, coked and fucked up… but about what happened during Massacre last week—“
“If you’re referring to what I think you’re referring to,” Ian said, stopping in his tracks and giving Roach a stern look with a bit of a laugh in it, “then you can go to hell and I’m not talking about it.”
“C’mon bud,” Roach said, as he walked behind Ian who resumed walking again, “I’d be pissed too if some Jap came along and interrupted me with some fine looking women… I just wanted to know what you were doing, was all mate.”
“Look,” Ian sighed, “I was working out, she came in to congratulate me, the first person to do so besides yourself, Mario, and Hood at the announce table. I liked that, then I got to looking at her, and you’re right, she is a fine looking women. I asked her if she was available, she said she wasn’t… but clearly she lied.”
“I would’ve fucked the shit out of her anyway,” Roach laughed, as they now turned onto Coleman Avenue, licking his lips, “I love me some red heads.”
“They got this… fiery side to them,” Ian concurred to Roach’s statement, “honestly, Roach, it would’ve been a fuck and chuck.”
“Fuck and chuck?” Roach laughed, “yeah, maybe for you… did you not see the way she was reacting to you? I think she was into you… sure, her and… what’s his name, Kyoto? Yeah, they like to play fight and say they’re not doing anything but that’s bullshit… but I think she was into your physicality.”
“Who cares?” Ian roared, brushing his hair back, “she’s too dependent. She went straight for that ‘Hear-em-screama’ as soon as she walked into this place, and she wouldn’t have made it far in her debut if it wasn’t for him… not saying he’s talented though.”
“Oh I hear ya,” Roach agreed, “there wasn’t anyone talented in the battle royal, they all had to fall like dominoes until one was left.”
“Exactly,” Ian laughed, as they now turned onto Bearkat Drive and could see the gym in sight, “she paired herself with who she thinks is the most successful person and is riding his coat tail… though there isn’t much to ride. As you mentioned, she seemed pretty turned on, that’s cause she’s probably had a troubled past with parents who didn’t care for her so anytime anyone shows any sort of affection to her she clings on and wants to stay… you made a valid point.”
“I know I did,” Roach said, lighting another joint before getting into the gym, “I’d still fuck her though.”
“Me too.”
We both chuckled at this as we made our way to the entrance of the gym and we waited outside for Roach to finish his joint. Numerous gym junkies and fat woman convinced they’ll lose weight this year enter the gym and half of them stare at us as if they recognize us. A group of what we’d call “airless macho men”, about three of them, murmur amongst each other as they enter the gym and laugh to each other. Roach stomps out his bud as we enter the gym and pay to use the equipment. We head towards the corner as Roach heads for the bench press and Ian finds a set of dumb bells next to it. Before Roach begins he randomly checks his cell phone and watches a video as Ian gets a pair of seventy pound dumb bells. Roach hands me the phone and begins to laugh.
“You need to watch this stupid shit,” Roach busted, laying down and getting ready to bench 405 pounds, “its Damian’s latest promo.”
“You mean Payne,” Ian snickered, handing the phone back, “I’m done what that idiot.”
“Apparently he isn’t with you,” Roach laughed, “watch the video bud.”
Ian sighed heavily as he shook his head and laughed along with Roach and watched the video of the big babbling baboon. The video wasn’t very long and thorough, as usual, Ian handed the phone back to Roach after only a few moments as he laughed and started the lift the dumb bells. Roach was on his sixth rep as he took a deep breath and stopped.
“Any comment?” Roach breathed.
“Not really…” Ian said, focusing on the dumb bells, “he isn’t worth the time of day anymore but I guess I’ll rant to you. Firstly, he called me “Bitchop”, if I had a Canadian dime every time some kid in junior high called me that I’d be so fucking rich I wouldn’t have to do this damn sport. You think he would’ve been at least original, did some research and call me Maclean and Maclean or something…”
“Hah!” Roach roared, “good one!”
“…And for some reason he thinks I still haven’t earned my right,” Ian continued, hardly realizing Roach laughed, “my right to be champion or I haven’t earned my shot. This guy needs to realize that it wasn’t him that had the balls to barge into Dean’s office and speak to truth. Don’t forget, I do speak the truth. It was Damian that played fondled his man goods on the sideline while I’ve taken out wrestler after wrestler and have had no one stop me! Yes, I think when Damian said he was wasting his breath he was because he’ll never truly understand what it means to be a great wrestler… having respect for your opponents doesn’t mean shit, it is just another way for your opponent to gain the upper hand on you and Damian will soon find out that the hard way Marauko whoops his ass on Monday.”
At this point Roach was pretty focused on his reps that Ian just stopped and continued on with his dumb bell reps as well. After another six reps Roach got off the bench press and headed towards the sitting squat machine when someone half his size cuts him off and gets right on it.
“What the fuck man?” Roach said, putting his arms in the air, “I was clearly heading for that.”
“Snooze you lose dick face,” the scrawny idiot laughed, as he began to do his squats.
Roach came up next to him and just watched the 170 pound fool try to squat what Roach had prepared on the machine but he couldn’t do it. He tried even harder and this made Roach laugh. Roach then took his foot and pushed the squat into the idiot and you could hear a snap as the idiot fell to the ground holding one of his legs screaming and crying.
“Ouch!” the idiot cried, “my fucking leg! I think you snapped a muscle, why did you do that?”
“I did that,” Roach slowly said standing over the scrawny idiot, “cause you messed with the wrong man.”
“Had to go and piss off Mr. Hardcore, didn’t ya?” Ian butted in, standing next to Roach.
“What.. who?” The idiot sobbed, rocking back and forth, “Mr. Hardcore… I don’t think I’ve heard of—“
Roach picked the kid up from the ground and pinned him against the brick wall of the gym. There was so much commotion going on throughout the place they didn’t even notice our little scuffle. The kid turns his face and squints it as if he’s going to receive a punch from either of us. He kicks his feet as he’s about a foot from the ground.
“You don’t know who the fuck I am?” Roach asked, laughing a bit, “my name is Roach, you can call me SIR ROACH, or, MR. HARDCORE. I am the craziest motherfucker to step into an OCW ring and I don’t take shit from anyone! I’ve fucked up the Lost Soul, I’ve fucked up Danny B, name them and I’ve probably destroyed ‘em too! Now get your scrawny ass out of this gym before I fuck you up even more!”
A few hours had passed and Roach and Ian found themselves sitting at Fatty Arbuckles Pub, which was across the street from their hotel. Roach was still pissed that Slater couldn’t do anything with the smoke free room and was starting to think he had to pay the damn six hundred fee anyway… he couldn’t be bothered to go outside every time he wanted to light up; which was every twenty minutes or so. They were sitting right at the bar as Roach was chugging on some beers and Ian was sipping on his usual rum and coke. The waiter came by and gave Roach another beer who nodded in approval as he chugged back half of it, this being his fourth bottle.
“Fuck this is good beer,” Roach chuckled, playing with the cap, “I think I am going to have twenty of these tonight.”
“And a visit to the hospital too?” Ian smirked, chewing a bit of the lime that was in his cup.
“No man,” Roach roared, “twenty more is NOTHING for me. I’m Roach! I like to fucking party buddy!”
“I know,” Ian sighed, “I can barely remember the car ride.”
They share a laugh as the two of them finish their drinks and bartender brings over some more for them.
“Are you ready for Monday?” Ian asked.
“Am I ready for Monday?” Roach laughed, “of course I am. I was born ready! I can’t wait to destroy these two skinny ass bitches.”
“It’s nothing new to me,” Ian shrugged, “it’s actually starting to get pretty boring. Brianna shows up, kick the shit out of her, she shows up again, more ass kicking. Throw in a stipulation, make her bleed and break some skin. Shows up… kick ass. It’s a boring vicious cycle. You would think she’d understand when to just give up and stop but she doesn’t. She’s like the cockroach that’ll never—“
“Hey!” Roach interrupted, “I’m the roach that will never die! Don’t forget it!”
“Oh shit my bad,” Ian snorted, “but honestly, it’s always the same thing; I am going to continue this experiment, yadda yadda ya. Apparently, from the hypothetical rumor mill, is that, even though it didn’t happen, she said she handed me this title to just take it back from me so I would have that taste of the title and then I would know in the moment I lost it I never deserved it.”
Both Roach and Ian look at each other and laugh hysterically at the last comment made by Ian.
“Is she that stupid?” Roach asked, chugging the rest of his beer, “seriously, if anything, and of course I know it didn’t happen, but doesn’t she realize who she’s dealing with? Why would she want to give YOU of ALL PEOPLE an ego boost?”
“Exactly,” Ian pointed, eating a handful of almonds in a dish on the bar, “I didn’t just bust my ass off for three weeks to just have this title for a month. Fuck no, I plan to hold on to his motherfucker for a pretty damn long and as far as I see it, unless I was to fight you or Mario, I don’t see anyone being able to take this title away from me. It’s about the one time pleasure of holding the title, it’s the long-term pleasure of knowing I will stop everyone in my way to keep it around my waist. If Brianna couldn’t do it once, she won’t be able to do it again.”
“There is a dark horse in Alice though,” Roach began, “but we could just set up a buffet table and let her walk out on her tag partner.”
“That deals with her,” Ian smirked, “before we were watching those psychologists in Lubbock, when we were flicking through the channels I noticed Sesame Street on and I thought I saw Alice Knight in there talking with Elmo, Big Bird and the gang but then I realized something… it was fucking Oscar the Grouch!”
“Yes!” Roach beamed, “she has no class, she seems confused every time she tries to speak, how in the fuck will she be able to wrestle if she can’t string together a fucking sentence? And again with woman being dependent… where would Alice be right now if Brianna didn’t approach her to wrestle in the main event? In that battle royal fighting for the Internet championship… so Alice doesn’t even deserve to be in this match, she was handpicked, she was chosen… she’s a paper main eventer!”
“I see what you did there,” Ian laughed, “and you’re right. She’s with the big boys and doesn’t even realize it. Brianna talks about this, thrill of the moment. I only see one thrill happening on Monday. Well, no thrills for them. Just thrills for you and me. The thrill of pounding their bodies to the mat and making them either tap out or get pinned… and not only that…”
“Oh yeah,” Roach remembered, “how’s that thing going you have planned?”
“Good,” Ian said calmly, trying not to react to it, “I’ve been speaking with a representative, she’s been very nice and is very good at getting this stuff done. The package will be here in Shreveport Monday night just in time for the main event.”
“Can you let me in on what it is?” Roach asked.
“In due time man,” Ian whispered, “trust me. If it’s one thing Brianna has done a good job of doing, I can’t believe I am complimenting her, is that she has kept her emotions private and not in the open. Myself, I am a very emotional person, I am not scared to hide my feelings and use it as an adrenaline to get me going. She’s like a ticking time bomb where she SAYS nothing bothers her but I don’t believe that to be the case. Everyone has a breaking point where they lose all their shit and marbles and must break down… I guess you can say I am the one experimenting this Monday, to see just how far I can push her until she’s gone off the deep end and all her weaknesses come out for the world to show that has building ever since I attack her some five weeks ago. And once they are out she will make poor choices and she won’t be able to focus on the thrill of it anymore… no, she’ll be doing this on pure revenge and we all know about revenge…”
“What?” Roach asked.
We had made it into Shreveport at about three in the morning local time where OCW would be hosting Monday Night Massacre in a few days, two weeks before the second OCW online PPV in a decade… Black Out 2, and for the second time in a month Ian would be facing Brianna Casablancas for the OCW Central Championship. This time though there was no wondering who the champion was; it was Ian. To add a bit of pepper to the mix and shake things up, President Dean decided to add Roach into the match, as he had just completed destroyed TLS a week and half ago in a hardcore match at Resurrection, the same night Ian claimed the Central title. To what the viewers and the rest of the locker room didn’t know; Roach was actually a friend and stable mate of Ian Bishop and Mario Marauko… officially; The Family was a trio. With a combined record of 12-1 between the three wrestlers… this stable would be a force to be reckoned with.
Ian was the first wake up as he slowly opened his eyes to mild sun light peering in from the cracks in the blinds. He glanced around and noticed Roach snoring away with his shades on his eyes and Slater Kain now on the floor; which was probably what woken Ian. Ian fixed his gaze the digital clock and it read 4:13 in the afternoon.
“Shit,” Ian swore under his breath, knowing that they should’ve been up hours ago to start working out for their match on Monday night.
Once again, Ian was to tag with an opponent against Brianna and another random partner. This time though, Ian was with a wrestler that could actually hold his own and he respected and could call a friend; a brother… Roach. Brianna’s partner this time? Some food-crazed gasoline sniffing manic named Alice Knight. Brianna probably chose her to make the insanity of her own seem not so obvious in front of the, well, obvious in Alice.
Ian got up from bed quietly to try and let Roach and Slater snooze for a couple of minutes more before waking them up. He headed into the bathroom and took what he thought was the longest piss of his life and it was from all the beer he wasn’t used to drinking… and he was dizzy, from what was the weed he hardly smoked before in seven years since his younger twenties. Ian splashed some water on his face before going back into the main area of the hotel room. Ian flashed the room light on, which immediately woke up Slater but Roach didn’t move because he had his sun glasses on.
“What the fuck…” Slater swore groggily, rubbing his eyes violently, “why did you have to do that?”
The noise woke up Roach. Having recognized the voice of Slater, he slowly grabbed an unused pillow next to him and proceeded to chuck it at Slater’s head, catching him off guard and making him fall to the ground hard. Roach let out a roar and took off his sun glasses but was blinded by the light he wasn’t aware was on.
“Fuck sakes,” Roach yelled, quickly putting his sun glasses back on, “who turned the damn lights on?”
“I did,” Ian barked back, putting on his work out pants that would cover his Ellen DeGeneres boxers, “it’s almost 4:30 man.”
“Holy shit,” Roach said surprised, getting up to a sitting position and searching the nearby desk for something, “those ‘shrooms really fucked us up.”
We shared a laugh as Slater got dressed in the bathroom and Ian got into his gear to go to the gym, which consisted of black white stripped track pants, a wife beater and Nike shoes. Roach got out of bed and got into a similar outfit only instead of a wife beater his t-shirt was black with the phrase “#DOWORK” on the front in white font. Roach put his blue head wrap around his skull and proceeded to light a joint.
“That’s a three hundred smoke you’re about to do,” Ian said as he pointed to the sign that said “no-smoking”.
“For fuck sakes…” Roach said cross, heading towards the bathroom, knocking on the door and yelling, “Slater… why the fuck did you book a non-smoking room, bud? You know what we like to do!”
“I’m sorry!” Slater’s muffled voice said from inside the bathroom, as he paused to make a noise suggesting he was having a large shit, “this was the only hotel in the area that had rooms and all of them are smoke free.
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“Well when you’re done your shit go down there and negotiate the fucking smoke fee,” Roach suggested, taking his unlit joint and putting it back into his ear, “Ian and I are going to do some work outs across the bridge… see you in a bit.”
Ian and Roach left the room and headed down into the lobby via the elevator. As we made our way outside to the warm weather of Louisiana Roach sighed a bit of relief as he lit his joint and took a hit and held the smoke for a few moments before blowing the smoke out. Roach smirked as he handed the blunt to Ian but he declined.
“If I do any more drugs,” Ian laughed, “I’m going to be fucked for the rest of the weekend. I’m more of once or twice a week kind of guy.”
“Suit yourself,” Roach laughed.
Roach continued to hit on his own as we crossed the Texas Street bridge and got to the other side which turned into East Texas Street. We made our way to the corner of E Texas Street and Traffic Street where we would have to turn to get to Health, Hope & Attitude, one of the local gyms in the area. It was silent for a bit but Roach broke the silence as he flicked his butt onto the ground.
“Ian my buddy,” Roach grinned, “we never talked about this in the Charger as he were both high, coked and fucked up… but about what happened during Massacre last week—“
“If you’re referring to what I think you’re referring to,” Ian said, stopping in his tracks and giving Roach a stern look with a bit of a laugh in it, “then you can go to hell and I’m not talking about it.”
“C’mon bud,” Roach said, as he walked behind Ian who resumed walking again, “I’d be pissed too if some Jap came along and interrupted me with some fine looking women… I just wanted to know what you were doing, was all mate.”
“Look,” Ian sighed, “I was working out, she came in to congratulate me, the first person to do so besides yourself, Mario, and Hood at the announce table. I liked that, then I got to looking at her, and you’re right, she is a fine looking women. I asked her if she was available, she said she wasn’t… but clearly she lied.”
“I would’ve fucked the shit out of her anyway,” Roach laughed, as they now turned onto Coleman Avenue, licking his lips, “I love me some red heads.”
“They got this… fiery side to them,” Ian concurred to Roach’s statement, “honestly, Roach, it would’ve been a fuck and chuck.”
“Fuck and chuck?” Roach laughed, “yeah, maybe for you… did you not see the way she was reacting to you? I think she was into you… sure, her and… what’s his name, Kyoto? Yeah, they like to play fight and say they’re not doing anything but that’s bullshit… but I think she was into your physicality.”
“Who cares?” Ian roared, brushing his hair back, “she’s too dependent. She went straight for that ‘Hear-em-screama’ as soon as she walked into this place, and she wouldn’t have made it far in her debut if it wasn’t for him… not saying he’s talented though.”
“Oh I hear ya,” Roach agreed, “there wasn’t anyone talented in the battle royal, they all had to fall like dominoes until one was left.”
“Exactly,” Ian laughed, as they now turned onto Bearkat Drive and could see the gym in sight, “she paired herself with who she thinks is the most successful person and is riding his coat tail… though there isn’t much to ride. As you mentioned, she seemed pretty turned on, that’s cause she’s probably had a troubled past with parents who didn’t care for her so anytime anyone shows any sort of affection to her she clings on and wants to stay… you made a valid point.”
“I know I did,” Roach said, lighting another joint before getting into the gym, “I’d still fuck her though.”
“Me too.”
We both chuckled at this as we made our way to the entrance of the gym and we waited outside for Roach to finish his joint. Numerous gym junkies and fat woman convinced they’ll lose weight this year enter the gym and half of them stare at us as if they recognize us. A group of what we’d call “airless macho men”, about three of them, murmur amongst each other as they enter the gym and laugh to each other. Roach stomps out his bud as we enter the gym and pay to use the equipment. We head towards the corner as Roach heads for the bench press and Ian finds a set of dumb bells next to it. Before Roach begins he randomly checks his cell phone and watches a video as Ian gets a pair of seventy pound dumb bells. Roach hands me the phone and begins to laugh.
“You need to watch this stupid shit,” Roach busted, laying down and getting ready to bench 405 pounds, “its Damian’s latest promo.”
“You mean Payne,” Ian snickered, handing the phone back, “I’m done what that idiot.”
“Apparently he isn’t with you,” Roach laughed, “watch the video bud.”
Ian sighed heavily as he shook his head and laughed along with Roach and watched the video of the big babbling baboon. The video wasn’t very long and thorough, as usual, Ian handed the phone back to Roach after only a few moments as he laughed and started the lift the dumb bells. Roach was on his sixth rep as he took a deep breath and stopped.
“Any comment?” Roach breathed.
“Not really…” Ian said, focusing on the dumb bells, “he isn’t worth the time of day anymore but I guess I’ll rant to you. Firstly, he called me “Bitchop”, if I had a Canadian dime every time some kid in junior high called me that I’d be so fucking rich I wouldn’t have to do this damn sport. You think he would’ve been at least original, did some research and call me Maclean and Maclean or something…”
“Hah!” Roach roared, “good one!”
“…And for some reason he thinks I still haven’t earned my right,” Ian continued, hardly realizing Roach laughed, “my right to be champion or I haven’t earned my shot. This guy needs to realize that it wasn’t him that had the balls to barge into Dean’s office and speak to truth. Don’t forget, I do speak the truth. It was Damian that played fondled his man goods on the sideline while I’ve taken out wrestler after wrestler and have had no one stop me! Yes, I think when Damian said he was wasting his breath he was because he’ll never truly understand what it means to be a great wrestler… having respect for your opponents doesn’t mean shit, it is just another way for your opponent to gain the upper hand on you and Damian will soon find out that the hard way Marauko whoops his ass on Monday.”
At this point Roach was pretty focused on his reps that Ian just stopped and continued on with his dumb bell reps as well. After another six reps Roach got off the bench press and headed towards the sitting squat machine when someone half his size cuts him off and gets right on it.
“What the fuck man?” Roach said, putting his arms in the air, “I was clearly heading for that.”
“Snooze you lose dick face,” the scrawny idiot laughed, as he began to do his squats.
Roach came up next to him and just watched the 170 pound fool try to squat what Roach had prepared on the machine but he couldn’t do it. He tried even harder and this made Roach laugh. Roach then took his foot and pushed the squat into the idiot and you could hear a snap as the idiot fell to the ground holding one of his legs screaming and crying.
“Ouch!” the idiot cried, “my fucking leg! I think you snapped a muscle, why did you do that?”
“I did that,” Roach slowly said standing over the scrawny idiot, “cause you messed with the wrong man.”
“Had to go and piss off Mr. Hardcore, didn’t ya?” Ian butted in, standing next to Roach.
“What.. who?” The idiot sobbed, rocking back and forth, “Mr. Hardcore… I don’t think I’ve heard of—“
Roach picked the kid up from the ground and pinned him against the brick wall of the gym. There was so much commotion going on throughout the place they didn’t even notice our little scuffle. The kid turns his face and squints it as if he’s going to receive a punch from either of us. He kicks his feet as he’s about a foot from the ground.
“You don’t know who the fuck I am?” Roach asked, laughing a bit, “my name is Roach, you can call me SIR ROACH, or, MR. HARDCORE. I am the craziest motherfucker to step into an OCW ring and I don’t take shit from anyone! I’ve fucked up the Lost Soul, I’ve fucked up Danny B, name them and I’ve probably destroyed ‘em too! Now get your scrawny ass out of this gym before I fuck you up even more!”
Roach tosses the kid forward and he whimpers and limps his way towards the exit as Roach and Ian share a laugh. They continue to use various gym equipment for several hours as the sun goes down and night falls upon Shreveport.
***
A few hours had passed and Roach and Ian found themselves sitting at Fatty Arbuckles Pub, which was across the street from their hotel. Roach was still pissed that Slater couldn’t do anything with the smoke free room and was starting to think he had to pay the damn six hundred fee anyway… he couldn’t be bothered to go outside every time he wanted to light up; which was every twenty minutes or so. They were sitting right at the bar as Roach was chugging on some beers and Ian was sipping on his usual rum and coke. The waiter came by and gave Roach another beer who nodded in approval as he chugged back half of it, this being his fourth bottle.
“Fuck this is good beer,” Roach chuckled, playing with the cap, “I think I am going to have twenty of these tonight.”
“And a visit to the hospital too?” Ian smirked, chewing a bit of the lime that was in his cup.
“No man,” Roach roared, “twenty more is NOTHING for me. I’m Roach! I like to fucking party buddy!”
“I know,” Ian sighed, “I can barely remember the car ride.”
They share a laugh as the two of them finish their drinks and bartender brings over some more for them.
“Are you ready for Monday?” Ian asked.
“Am I ready for Monday?” Roach laughed, “of course I am. I was born ready! I can’t wait to destroy these two skinny ass bitches.”
“It’s nothing new to me,” Ian shrugged, “it’s actually starting to get pretty boring. Brianna shows up, kick the shit out of her, she shows up again, more ass kicking. Throw in a stipulation, make her bleed and break some skin. Shows up… kick ass. It’s a boring vicious cycle. You would think she’d understand when to just give up and stop but she doesn’t. She’s like the cockroach that’ll never—“
“Hey!” Roach interrupted, “I’m the roach that will never die! Don’t forget it!”
“Oh shit my bad,” Ian snorted, “but honestly, it’s always the same thing; I am going to continue this experiment, yadda yadda ya. Apparently, from the hypothetical rumor mill, is that, even though it didn’t happen, she said she handed me this title to just take it back from me so I would have that taste of the title and then I would know in the moment I lost it I never deserved it.”
Both Roach and Ian look at each other and laugh hysterically at the last comment made by Ian.
“Is she that stupid?” Roach asked, chugging the rest of his beer, “seriously, if anything, and of course I know it didn’t happen, but doesn’t she realize who she’s dealing with? Why would she want to give YOU of ALL PEOPLE an ego boost?”
“Exactly,” Ian pointed, eating a handful of almonds in a dish on the bar, “I didn’t just bust my ass off for three weeks to just have this title for a month. Fuck no, I plan to hold on to his motherfucker for a pretty damn long and as far as I see it, unless I was to fight you or Mario, I don’t see anyone being able to take this title away from me. It’s about the one time pleasure of holding the title, it’s the long-term pleasure of knowing I will stop everyone in my way to keep it around my waist. If Brianna couldn’t do it once, she won’t be able to do it again.”
“There is a dark horse in Alice though,” Roach began, “but we could just set up a buffet table and let her walk out on her tag partner.”
“That deals with her,” Ian smirked, “before we were watching those psychologists in Lubbock, when we were flicking through the channels I noticed Sesame Street on and I thought I saw Alice Knight in there talking with Elmo, Big Bird and the gang but then I realized something… it was fucking Oscar the Grouch!”
“Yes!” Roach beamed, “she has no class, she seems confused every time she tries to speak, how in the fuck will she be able to wrestle if she can’t string together a fucking sentence? And again with woman being dependent… where would Alice be right now if Brianna didn’t approach her to wrestle in the main event? In that battle royal fighting for the Internet championship… so Alice doesn’t even deserve to be in this match, she was handpicked, she was chosen… she’s a paper main eventer!”
“I see what you did there,” Ian laughed, “and you’re right. She’s with the big boys and doesn’t even realize it. Brianna talks about this, thrill of the moment. I only see one thrill happening on Monday. Well, no thrills for them. Just thrills for you and me. The thrill of pounding their bodies to the mat and making them either tap out or get pinned… and not only that…”
“Oh yeah,” Roach remembered, “how’s that thing going you have planned?”
“Good,” Ian said calmly, trying not to react to it, “I’ve been speaking with a representative, she’s been very nice and is very good at getting this stuff done. The package will be here in Shreveport Monday night just in time for the main event.”
“Can you let me in on what it is?” Roach asked.
“In due time man,” Ian whispered, “trust me. If it’s one thing Brianna has done a good job of doing, I can’t believe I am complimenting her, is that she has kept her emotions private and not in the open. Myself, I am a very emotional person, I am not scared to hide my feelings and use it as an adrenaline to get me going. She’s like a ticking time bomb where she SAYS nothing bothers her but I don’t believe that to be the case. Everyone has a breaking point where they lose all their shit and marbles and must break down… I guess you can say I am the one experimenting this Monday, to see just how far I can push her until she’s gone off the deep end and all her weaknesses come out for the world to show that has building ever since I attack her some five weeks ago. And once they are out she will make poor choices and she won’t be able to focus on the thrill of it anymore… no, she’ll be doing this on pure revenge and we all know about revenge…”
“What?” Roach asked.
“While seeking revenge, dig two graves – one for yourself.”
