Post by Scott Stevens on Aug 10, 2019 21:59:01 GMT -5
Neon red and green lights pulsate in the abyss like an Anglerfish luring in its prey and as we are hypnotized to break away we begin to see a bright light…….WAIT!
It’s not the bright light on the Stairway to Heaven, but instead a florescent joy of offerings of fajitas and shrimp, but most importantly…….dollar margaritas! As we approach the entrance of fine Tex-Mex dining that is called Pappasitos, we already here the polluted atmosphere filled with loud conversations and hearty laughter, but mostly importantly, the Mariachi Band playing “Happy Birthday” or “La Cucaracha.”
As we scan the restaurant there is a patron at the bar that looks lost, defeated, and humbled more so than what Arnold Schwarzenegger looked like at the end of Predator. As we get closer we realize that patron is none other than Scott Stevens quietly looking down at his empty glass as he taps the brim of it with his index finger staring intently at the glass as if something is in it. Either the Texan is really drunk or he’s trying to avoid his attention from the Dallas Cowboys game. Scott continues to look at his empty glass as if he’s waiting to take that long walk into a permanent sleep from a lethal injection.
Can you really fault Scott Stevens for the way he looks or feels?
The man is competing in two of the wrestling industries most prestigious and globally recognized companies and things haven’t gone his way. Stevens travelled to Asia to compete in the country of North Korea against the greatest wrestler in OCW history, Lurrr, and he lost. Scott put on a hell of a performance in the Texas Barbed Wire match, but even his best wasn’t enough against the Hall of Famer. The loss to Lurrr was the catalyst in an unraveling of sorts because at War Games later in the week Stevens lost once more and this time it was for the HOW Tag Team titles. Stevens and his partner, Jonny O’Dell, gave it their all but it was not enough to overcome the eGG Bandits and their, “Ace in the Hole,” Bobby Dean. The avalanche of sorrows continues when Stevens was not booked on the first show post War Games or from the looks of it the second show either as that is a Champions vs Number One Contenders card.
The silver lining in the dark and dreary skies was the Margarita Mix, and no, I’m not talking about the dollar margaritas at Pappasitos either. I’m talking about the opportunity OCW presented before me with a chance at redemption and a potential shot at grabbing the brass ring once more after the failed attempt with Lurrr.
Stevens trance is broken by loud boos and cussing as the people around them don’t like the penalty being issued in the game, but the Texan continues to sit there as if someone shot his puppy. Suddenly as if Harry Potter cast a spell Stevens’ whiskey sour is magically refilled and the Texan is so overjoyed he can’t contain his excitement.
“SHOTS!”
Stevens shouts as if alcohol has rejuvenated the man. Scott hiccups as he stares at the shot glasses being filled. Once all three glasses are full Stevens looks up and sees a familiar face.
“CRASH!”
Stevens shouts joyfully even though he doesn’t realize in his drunken haze the young man may be Hispanic with long black hair, but his name isn’t Crash, but Jorge.
“What the hell are you doing here amigo?”
Stevens asks Jorge and the bar tender plays along.
“Serving you drinks.”
He replies as he wipes the wet wood down and takes the empty shot glasses as Stevens finishes them.
“Why you working here man? I thought HOW and OCW was keeping you pretty busy with steady booking? Seems like you’re on the shows each week. Not making enough money?”
Stevens asks and Jorge shakes his head.
“Can always use more money.”
He replies and Stevens nods in agreement.
“I feel you on that.”
Stevens says before taking a sip of his whiskey sour.
“Hell, you think the ownership change in HOW would be a blessing, but it’s the same bullshit as the old!”
Stevens says as he bangs his fist on the bar almost knocking over his drink.
“Careful”
Jorge says as he catches the drink from falling over.
“Sorry about that amigo.”
Stevens says and Jorge shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He replies and Stevens nods.
“I mean a company you’ve given everything you had for since 2012 just continues to shit in your duffle bag and make you look like a joke. How would you feel Crash if you were purposely left off of shows?”
Stevens asks Jorge and the bar tender looks at the Texan and bluntly says.
“It would suck.”
Stevens nods in agreement.
“Damn right it would suck. Lee and Mike talk about loyalty, but how can I be loyal when they would rather have me sitting at home?”
Stevens asks as he downs the rest of his whiskey sour and taps for a refill.
“I feel fucking dirty having to whore myself out to other wrestling promotions for lesser pay, but what are you suppose to do when you’re a fucking competitor and the competition is more than happy to give you a shot?”
Stevens asks as his freshly made drink arrives.
“I guess you have to do what is best for you.”
Jorge replies and Stevens nods in agreement.
“Damn right!”
The Texan shouts.
“I have to do what is best for me because if HOW isn’t going to do it than I will show them when I compete in the other sandbox against them.”
Stevens says as he takes a drink of his drink and calls for three more shots.
“When the higher ups in OCW laid the foundation for this Margarita Mix I knew I had to sign up because the winner would eventually get an OCW title shot either against the current champion, Mack O’Connor, or one of his various alter egos, Drunk Mack or Sober Mack. Possibly against Mike Best if he is able to get a rematch and win it back. Or, it could be against someone else like Big Bifford, Lurrr, or any number of people.”
Stevens says as he downs one of his shots.
“Hell, but you want to know something Crash?”
Stevens asks and Jorge shrugs.
“Sure.”
He replies and the Texan looks around to make sure the coast is clear.
“I’m not too worried about this Margarita Mixer though.”
Stevens says and Jorge nods.
“Why’s that?”
Jorge asks as Scott finishes the shots and calls for three more.
“Because I’ve been in something like this before.”
Stevens says with a chuckle.
“If you stay in HOW long enough you will experience the Lethal Lottery. They are similar, but also different……..”
Stevens loses his train of thought as it seems the alcohol is taking its toll.
“What was I talking about?”
Stevens asks Jorge and the bar tender reminds him.
“Oh yeah! Thanks Crash.”
Stevens says as he downs another shot.
“They are similar in the fact that random people are paired together, but HOW does that when there is a tag match or tag title match on the show. They also randomly pick a person to take on all singles champions as well. OCW is different in that it pairs you against someone you like or you hate and forces you to work together before earning a shot at the top prize.”
Stevens explains as he downs another shot.
“Lethal Lottery is a one night event that gives one person like yourself a golden opportunity that you may never get while OCW holds a tournament to make you earn your shot at the champion.”
Stevens says as he finishes the third shot and looks a little woozy, but he lets out a loud belch and calls for three more.
“I know I should be a little nervous because I don’t know if I can fully trust Duce as my partner, but I believe our hatred towards your partner will unite us and put aside any antimosley…. Animalsly….jonmoxley……”
Stevens struggles and Jorge throws him a bone.
“Animosity?”
Jorge replies and the Texans snaps his fingers.
“Bingo!”
He says as he downs another shot and is slow to place the shot glass on the bar.
“You ok?”
Jorge asks and Stevens places his hand over his mouth and nods.
“I’m good.”
Stevens says and Jorge doesn’t look so reassured.
“I’m hoping Duce’s and my animosity towards your partner will unite us and lead us to victory on Massacre.”
Stevens says as he slowly reaches for another shot.
“Who’s my partner?”
Jorge asks curiously as Stevens downs the second shot.
“Lilith.”
Stevens replies and Jorge looks at him confused.
“Lilith?”
He asks and Stevens nods.
“Black hair. Young. Annoying as hell.”
Stevens replies and Jorge looks behind him at the girl working the bar as well.
“Between you and I amigo if I was paired with her I would be asking for the razor blades to slit my veins wide open.”
Stevens replies before finishing the last of the shots.
“Oh really?”
Jorge replies with a chuckle.
“And why’s that?”
He asks curiously and Stevens looks at Jorge puzzled.
“Really Crash?”
Stevens asks with a serious tone in his voice.
“Really?”
Jorge replies waiting to hear this big revelation.
“Because she’s bat shit crazy that’s why!”
Stevens shouts and the other patrons at the bar turn and look the Texan who turns around like it wasn’t him.
“Who said that?”
Stevens asks and the patrons go back to watching the football game.
“She’s that bad?”
Jorge asks and Stevens nods.
“She’s the crazy lady who has eighteen million cats in her house and she talks to the walls believing them to be her friends. Don’t get me wrong being crazy has worked for her since she is a former Tag Team champion, but if I had to team with her for a long period of time I’d probably pulled a Kurt Cobain.”
Stevens says with a chuckle and Jorge stares at him in horror.
“Just make sure you don’t do that.”
Stevens says to Jorge who turns decides to play a joke on his co-worker and calls over the other bar tender.
“What’s up?”
The female bar tender asks Jorge.
“Girl, you should hear what this guy has been saying about you?”
Jorge replies and the girl looks at him funny.
“What has he been saying?”
She asks and Jorge chuckles.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
Jorge replies and when Stevens notices the woman coming at him he reads her name tag.
“LILITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Texan shouts before hurling a massive amount of vomit all over her while Jorge and the other bar patrons back up from the vomit and hold their noses to try to escape the smell.
“Take that you crazy bitch!”
Stevens shouts as he jumps from his stool.
“I trusted you Crash! That’s some bullshit you two try to pull her tonight knowing my tag partner wasn’t here! Trying to use the numbers game to take me out!”
Stevens says as he backs away while reaching into his wallet and a smile forms over his face.
“Duce! O’Dell! The fuck you doing in there?!?!?!?”
Stevens says to himself before turning his attention back to Jorge and the vomit covered Lilith.
“Tides have turned now bitches!”
Stevens shouts as he tosses a two and five dollar bill at them before stumbling towards the exit as fast as he can go.
It’s not the bright light on the Stairway to Heaven, but instead a florescent joy of offerings of fajitas and shrimp, but most importantly…….dollar margaritas! As we approach the entrance of fine Tex-Mex dining that is called Pappasitos, we already here the polluted atmosphere filled with loud conversations and hearty laughter, but mostly importantly, the Mariachi Band playing “Happy Birthday” or “La Cucaracha.”
As we scan the restaurant there is a patron at the bar that looks lost, defeated, and humbled more so than what Arnold Schwarzenegger looked like at the end of Predator. As we get closer we realize that patron is none other than Scott Stevens quietly looking down at his empty glass as he taps the brim of it with his index finger staring intently at the glass as if something is in it. Either the Texan is really drunk or he’s trying to avoid his attention from the Dallas Cowboys game. Scott continues to look at his empty glass as if he’s waiting to take that long walk into a permanent sleep from a lethal injection.
Can you really fault Scott Stevens for the way he looks or feels?
The man is competing in two of the wrestling industries most prestigious and globally recognized companies and things haven’t gone his way. Stevens travelled to Asia to compete in the country of North Korea against the greatest wrestler in OCW history, Lurrr, and he lost. Scott put on a hell of a performance in the Texas Barbed Wire match, but even his best wasn’t enough against the Hall of Famer. The loss to Lurrr was the catalyst in an unraveling of sorts because at War Games later in the week Stevens lost once more and this time it was for the HOW Tag Team titles. Stevens and his partner, Jonny O’Dell, gave it their all but it was not enough to overcome the eGG Bandits and their, “Ace in the Hole,” Bobby Dean. The avalanche of sorrows continues when Stevens was not booked on the first show post War Games or from the looks of it the second show either as that is a Champions vs Number One Contenders card.
The silver lining in the dark and dreary skies was the Margarita Mix, and no, I’m not talking about the dollar margaritas at Pappasitos either. I’m talking about the opportunity OCW presented before me with a chance at redemption and a potential shot at grabbing the brass ring once more after the failed attempt with Lurrr.
Stevens trance is broken by loud boos and cussing as the people around them don’t like the penalty being issued in the game, but the Texan continues to sit there as if someone shot his puppy. Suddenly as if Harry Potter cast a spell Stevens’ whiskey sour is magically refilled and the Texan is so overjoyed he can’t contain his excitement.
“SHOTS!”
Stevens shouts as if alcohol has rejuvenated the man. Scott hiccups as he stares at the shot glasses being filled. Once all three glasses are full Stevens looks up and sees a familiar face.
“CRASH!”
Stevens shouts joyfully even though he doesn’t realize in his drunken haze the young man may be Hispanic with long black hair, but his name isn’t Crash, but Jorge.
“What the hell are you doing here amigo?”
Stevens asks Jorge and the bar tender plays along.
“Serving you drinks.”
He replies as he wipes the wet wood down and takes the empty shot glasses as Stevens finishes them.
“Why you working here man? I thought HOW and OCW was keeping you pretty busy with steady booking? Seems like you’re on the shows each week. Not making enough money?”
Stevens asks and Jorge shakes his head.
“Can always use more money.”
He replies and Stevens nods in agreement.
“I feel you on that.”
Stevens says before taking a sip of his whiskey sour.
“Hell, you think the ownership change in HOW would be a blessing, but it’s the same bullshit as the old!”
Stevens says as he bangs his fist on the bar almost knocking over his drink.
“Careful”
Jorge says as he catches the drink from falling over.
“Sorry about that amigo.”
Stevens says and Jorge shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He replies and Stevens nods.
“I mean a company you’ve given everything you had for since 2012 just continues to shit in your duffle bag and make you look like a joke. How would you feel Crash if you were purposely left off of shows?”
Stevens asks Jorge and the bar tender looks at the Texan and bluntly says.
“It would suck.”
Stevens nods in agreement.
“Damn right it would suck. Lee and Mike talk about loyalty, but how can I be loyal when they would rather have me sitting at home?”
Stevens asks as he downs the rest of his whiskey sour and taps for a refill.
“I feel fucking dirty having to whore myself out to other wrestling promotions for lesser pay, but what are you suppose to do when you’re a fucking competitor and the competition is more than happy to give you a shot?”
Stevens asks as his freshly made drink arrives.
“I guess you have to do what is best for you.”
Jorge replies and Stevens nods in agreement.
“Damn right!”
The Texan shouts.
“I have to do what is best for me because if HOW isn’t going to do it than I will show them when I compete in the other sandbox against them.”
Stevens says as he takes a drink of his drink and calls for three more shots.
“When the higher ups in OCW laid the foundation for this Margarita Mix I knew I had to sign up because the winner would eventually get an OCW title shot either against the current champion, Mack O’Connor, or one of his various alter egos, Drunk Mack or Sober Mack. Possibly against Mike Best if he is able to get a rematch and win it back. Or, it could be against someone else like Big Bifford, Lurrr, or any number of people.”
Stevens says as he downs one of his shots.
“Hell, but you want to know something Crash?”
Stevens asks and Jorge shrugs.
“Sure.”
He replies and the Texan looks around to make sure the coast is clear.
“I’m not too worried about this Margarita Mixer though.”
Stevens says and Jorge nods.
“Why’s that?”
Jorge asks as Scott finishes the shots and calls for three more.
“Because I’ve been in something like this before.”
Stevens says with a chuckle.
“If you stay in HOW long enough you will experience the Lethal Lottery. They are similar, but also different……..”
Stevens loses his train of thought as it seems the alcohol is taking its toll.
“What was I talking about?”
Stevens asks Jorge and the bar tender reminds him.
“Oh yeah! Thanks Crash.”
Stevens says as he downs another shot.
“They are similar in the fact that random people are paired together, but HOW does that when there is a tag match or tag title match on the show. They also randomly pick a person to take on all singles champions as well. OCW is different in that it pairs you against someone you like or you hate and forces you to work together before earning a shot at the top prize.”
Stevens explains as he downs another shot.
“Lethal Lottery is a one night event that gives one person like yourself a golden opportunity that you may never get while OCW holds a tournament to make you earn your shot at the champion.”
Stevens says as he finishes the third shot and looks a little woozy, but he lets out a loud belch and calls for three more.
“I know I should be a little nervous because I don’t know if I can fully trust Duce as my partner, but I believe our hatred towards your partner will unite us and put aside any antimosley…. Animalsly….jonmoxley……”
Stevens struggles and Jorge throws him a bone.
“Animosity?”
Jorge replies and the Texans snaps his fingers.
“Bingo!”
He says as he downs another shot and is slow to place the shot glass on the bar.
“You ok?”
Jorge asks and Stevens places his hand over his mouth and nods.
“I’m good.”
Stevens says and Jorge doesn’t look so reassured.
“I’m hoping Duce’s and my animosity towards your partner will unite us and lead us to victory on Massacre.”
Stevens says as he slowly reaches for another shot.
“Who’s my partner?”
Jorge asks curiously as Stevens downs the second shot.
“Lilith.”
Stevens replies and Jorge looks at him confused.
“Lilith?”
He asks and Stevens nods.
“Black hair. Young. Annoying as hell.”
Stevens replies and Jorge looks behind him at the girl working the bar as well.
“Between you and I amigo if I was paired with her I would be asking for the razor blades to slit my veins wide open.”
Stevens replies before finishing the last of the shots.
“Oh really?”
Jorge replies with a chuckle.
“And why’s that?”
He asks curiously and Stevens looks at Jorge puzzled.
“Really Crash?”
Stevens asks with a serious tone in his voice.
“Really?”
Jorge replies waiting to hear this big revelation.
“Because she’s bat shit crazy that’s why!”
Stevens shouts and the other patrons at the bar turn and look the Texan who turns around like it wasn’t him.
“Who said that?”
Stevens asks and the patrons go back to watching the football game.
“She’s that bad?”
Jorge asks and Stevens nods.
“She’s the crazy lady who has eighteen million cats in her house and she talks to the walls believing them to be her friends. Don’t get me wrong being crazy has worked for her since she is a former Tag Team champion, but if I had to team with her for a long period of time I’d probably pulled a Kurt Cobain.”
Stevens says with a chuckle and Jorge stares at him in horror.
“Just make sure you don’t do that.”
Stevens says to Jorge who turns decides to play a joke on his co-worker and calls over the other bar tender.
“What’s up?”
The female bar tender asks Jorge.
“Girl, you should hear what this guy has been saying about you?”
Jorge replies and the girl looks at him funny.
“What has he been saying?”
She asks and Jorge chuckles.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
Jorge replies and when Stevens notices the woman coming at him he reads her name tag.
“LILITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Texan shouts before hurling a massive amount of vomit all over her while Jorge and the other bar patrons back up from the vomit and hold their noses to try to escape the smell.
“Take that you crazy bitch!”
Stevens shouts as he jumps from his stool.
“I trusted you Crash! That’s some bullshit you two try to pull her tonight knowing my tag partner wasn’t here! Trying to use the numbers game to take me out!”
Stevens says as he backs away while reaching into his wallet and a smile forms over his face.
“Duce! O’Dell! The fuck you doing in there?!?!?!?”
Stevens says to himself before turning his attention back to Jorge and the vomit covered Lilith.
“Tides have turned now bitches!”
Stevens shouts as he tosses a two and five dollar bill at them before stumbling towards the exit as fast as he can go.