Post by The Family on Apr 21, 2014 22:23:10 GMT -5
The Roach. A small, tiny, seemingly insignificant creature. A creature synonymous with grime, filth and disease. The Roach is merely a pest to most and an unwelcome houseguest to the least. Despite all the Roach’s disadvantage, it has persevered through various stages of world evolution. Dinosaurs, the roman empire, the giant red communist movement...they all saw their reigns rise and fall while the Roach…well, the Roach just kept crawling along.
The Roach is, without a doubt, the toughest son of a bitch the world has ever known. Much like the competitor of the same name roaming the OCW locker rooms. Roach, a member of OCW since its relaunch in January, has seen wrestlers come and go…some wrestlers reaching heights Roach hasn’t come close to attaining. Noah Mackenzie is a good example…a man who came in here with a ton of fanfare…a man who tore the house down and nearly became the top star in the company…a man that is now gone from OCW. Meanwhile, Roach is still here.
Roach suddenly finds himself in an unfamiliar situation, accustomed to following the lead of a Don Maurako…then a Bishop named Ian…Roach suddenly finds himself as the unquestioned leader of his group heading into its biggest battle. The Family has faced many obstacles during its path of destruction…but this obstacle is a deadly one…this obstacle, if left unconquered, will spell the definitive end of OCW’s most dangerous organization.
Nevertheless, like the creature for which he is named, Roach remains unfazed in his quest to aid the family in defeating Team Brianna. Roach will never quit…Roach will never bail…Roach will never submit to the cause. If one thing is forever certain, Roach will remain.
+Open up to Roach seated at a hole in the wall diner with a greasy burger atop a paper plate with a side of cheap, Wal-Mart brand frozen fries. Roach grabs a bottle of ketchup and tries to squirt a glob of the not-really-tomato condiment onto his plate. His frustration intensifies when the bottle won’t cooperate. Roach unscrews the cap and a roach crawls out from the bottle. Roach sits back, shaking his head with disgust. He takes his hand and flicks the roach off the table and across the small diner. It splats against the window…the splat garners the attention of an employee…probably the owner+
Owner: HEY! What the hell do you think this is?
+Roach looks around, the place is falling apart at the seams. He just holds his arms out and raises an eyebrow. The owner gets a good look at Roach’s massive arms and drops the subject. Roach turns his attention back to his plate and looks at the ketchup bottle…he peeks on the inside, finding no more roach’s. He pours some onto his plate and dips a fry in there, taking a bite. Slater Kain suddenly emerges from the bathroom with a look of disgust+
Slater Kain: Ugh, man, that place is crawling
Roach: Tell me about it
+Roach takes a bite into his burger…he makes a weird face and pulls the meat from his mouth, it’s half raw. He slams it down onto his plate and looks to his left where the owner is wiping the dead Roach off the window+
Slater Kain: Roach…
+Roach heads over to the owner and grabs him by his thinning hair. It turns out to be a wig…Roach rips the wig completely off, drags the owner to his table and shows him the uncooked meat. Roach then crams the meat into the owners mouth, pours some water into the owner’s mouth and forces him to swallow. The owner is breathing heavily from the encounter as Roach still has a firm grip on his head. Roach then punches the owner in the face…the owner falls over, unconscious. Roach shoots Kain a look that says “Get up, we’re leaving”. Slater immediately pops up from his chair as Roach throws a twenty down before exiting+
Obviously not a fan of his own kind, Roach showed a complete lack of compassion and regard for the pest that had found a nice, comfy home within the confines of a ketchup bottle. One has to ask…if Roach is willing to obliterate one of his own…what will he do to a member of Team Brianna? And why is he so frustrated? The smart money is on Ian and Sean’s current predicaments. Nobody likes to fight a battle alone or, even worse, a battle with B-Minus.
+Roach is standing near a hot dog stand with a giant, hopefully 100% beef snack in his hands. He takes a rather large bite as Slater looks on, hungrily. Roach catches a glimpse of Slater’s hungry eyes while consuming half of his meal…like the true Roach that he is, he speaks before swallowing+
Roach: Take a picture, it’ll last longer
Slater Kain: Now’s not the time for a Pee-Wee reference…I’m hungry and we’ve got big problems.
Roach: Seriously, these are only like a buck a piece
Slater Kain: Yea, but I already blew five on a meal at that shit hole we just left…I need to save up for beer and cigarettes.
Roach: Ah, yea, priorities
+Roach takes his second bite and finishes off the hot dog. Once done, he tosses the paper tray over his shoulder before walking off alongside Slater. The hot dog vender shakes his head at Roach’s complete lack of respect for the hot dog vending profession. Roach and Slater make their way down a paved road located somewhere in New Mexico. They have obviously left Truth or Consequences…doubt you’d find a hot dog vender in that town…but their current location seems a mystery. Roach yanks a cell phone out of his pocket, he has no new messages+
Roach: Fuck
Slater Kain: Nothing?
Roach: Not a fucking thing…no news on Ian’s stab wound…no news on Sean’s disappearance…not one fucking thing!
+Roach moves to hurl his cell phone into a brick wall next to them. The brick wall belongs to some mom and pop business located in this small, yet well constructed down town area. Slater stops him+
Slater Kain: I feel your frustration, but if we destroy that phone we won’t be able to receive ANY news in regards to our brothers. Just relax, Roach…it’s only been a few hours since Massacre ended…news will come.
+Roach emits sort of a low growl when, instantly, his phone lights up…almost as if it responded to human emotion. Roach, excited, turns his eyes to the screen to see whose contacting him. It’s a text from B-Minus…Roach’s excitement instantly turns to pure hatred as he moves to throw his phone again…Slater, the cooler of the two, stops him for the second time+
Slater Kain: Roach.
Roach: Fucking son of a bitch…I wait hours for an update and when one FINALLY comes it’s from B-Minus…I didn’t even know that guy could text…not to mention, who fucking gave him my number.
Slater Kain: Everyone in the family has each other’s number, you know that
Roach: Yea, well B-Minus isn’t a family member as far as I’m concerned…more like the butler.
Slater Kain: Careful Roach, that could be construed as racist…Dean may frown upon statements such as that.
Roach: Fuck Dean…fuck War Games…Fuck B-Minus…fuck it all…let’s get drunk
Slater Kain: I think I can back that notion…but, before we do, what did B-Minus have to say?
Roach: +Reading Text+ Hey R-Minus, what’s up, dawg? Not much here, just watching a re-run of Family Matters…Urkel is the best. Anywho…I’m already in Tombstone gearing up for the match…I can’t tell you how happy I am you guys picked me. I won’t let you down…but, one thing that has me confused…this Crocodile Mutation…is that for real? Get back to me when you can…B -.
Slater Kain: Wow, yea, that guy does suck
Roach: I’m gonna kill him at Total Demolition…that is a promise.
Slater Kain: Whoa, hey…that bar over there…it’s in some kind of half ass depot district…what do you say?
+Roach turns, spotting the bar in question. While not exactly his type of scene, it does sell beer and that is something Roach desperately needs. So, he nods before leading the way+
Finally, Roach had been contacted by a member of the family…unfortunately, it was the laughing stock of the group, B-Minus. While it was encouraging to find out B-Minus knew what text messaging was and how utilize it…it was equally frustrating to find out he truly entertained the notion of crocodile mutation. Needless to say Roach was in desperate need of a mental vacation for the rest of the evening.
+Roach and Slater are seated at a round table near the back of the establishment. A bartender who was probably cute twenty years ago places a couple of giant, frosted mugs in front of them, overflowing with head. Roach takes a long sip, leaving a trail of suds along his upper lip. Slater is a bit more sophisticated while drinking his, displaying a man that was raised in a more upscale community than the wrestler he has been managing all this time. Near the front of the bar is a long haired, mid-20s patron playing his guitar and singing a self written song. He isn’t any good+
Roach: Fucking hipster bars…they piss me off.
Slater Kain: Easy, Roach…you getting arrested is the last thing The Family needs.
Roach: Man, I don’t know…would going to jail be THAT bad? Could it be worse than facing these five bitches at Total Demolition?
+Roach takes another long, satisfying sip before slamming his mug down on the table. A few of the groups close by turn and glance at Roach after hearing the loud bang. Upon seeing the angry, giant man they quickly divert their attention back to the guitar playing hipster+
Slater Kain: Yes, going to prison rather than performing on TV at a Pay Per View event financed by Jimmy Buffet would be bad.
Roach: I’m just so SICK of Brianna…Brianna, Brianna, Brianna…for fucks sake…she’s EVERYWHERE. All over the shows, all over the advertisements…shit, man, I haven’t seen such an obvious, over the top push like this since Clear Pepsi. “Yea, we know it looks, acts and tastes like ass…but, trust us, you don’t know what’s good, we do…and this obviously terrible shit we are throwing at you is AWESOME.” Man, fuck that.
Slater Kain: Okay, so you don’t like Brianna, fine…let Ian settle his score with her…what about Alice? You can avenge Black Out…
Roach: Oh, yes, let’s talk about the cute little homeless girl, shall we? Has anyone ever stopped and asked how someone so dirt poor can always look so fucking cute? Think there might just be a *little* something fucked up about that? If you ask me, she’s being paid plenty of money…the whole homeless thing is a sham.
Slater Kain: I wouldn’t really know…
Roach: And while we’re at it, let’s talk about OCW’s daytime soap opera star, MJ Bell. MJ fucking Bell. NOBODY CARES, MJ! You suck…you’re boring…your relationship with my boy Ian is meaningless. Go back to chasing the sushi train because you are out of your element with the big boys. Ian is simply getting his rocks off fucking with you and once he’s done…he’ll drop you like the useless piece of meat that you really, truly are.
Slater Kain: Rather harsh for a girl you’ve had little interaction with.
Roach: The other two, eh, well screw them as well. Amber Ryan is a red head teaming with a guy she hates…but she continues to team with him…it’s fucking stupid and retarded. Mia Stone is, well, I don’t know, she seems OKAY…but, then again, Stalin would seem like a cool cat when placed next to the fucking bitches on that squad.
+Roach chugs the rest of his beer and slams the empty mug on the table+
Roach: BARTENDER
+He snaps his fingers, aggressively. She rolls her eyes and rushes to his table…despite Roach’s rude behavior, it’s human nature to not upset the largest man in the room. She grabs his mug, wipes up some of the spillage which resulted from Roach’s maniacal drinking style and ushers to the bar to get him a refill. Roach catches Slater reading his phone+
Roach: The FUCK are you doing?
Slater Kain: Umm, Roach…OCW has just posted an update on Ian
Roach: Really…and why am I not getting this update?
Slater Kain: Remember how you kept getting all those Brianna updates and you asked me to delete the app from your phone?
Roach: Fucking Casablancas ruining shit yet again…anyway, what does it say?
Slater Kain: Ian’s condition doesn’t look good…
+Roach clenches his fists and grinds his teeth. He sees a table of patrons with some darts, waiting for the board to open up. Quietly he walks to their table and grabs a dart. He hurls it at the dart board, it whizzes through the bar as Roach put everything he had into the throw. It totally misses the dart board but, more impressively, goes through the wall…we hear a scream on the other end. One of the hipsters looks through the hole created by the dart+
Hipster: Whoa, that guy just stabbed a dude dressed in all black at that jewelry store.
+Roach rolls his eyes and sits back next to Slater. The waitress returns with another beer+
Waitress: Listen, this is a peaceful establishment so, how about you finish this beer up and take your business elsewhere.
Roach: Fuck off cunt
+Her eyes widen, taken back by Roach’s blunt words. She staggers back before turning around and rushing to the bartender, tattling on Roach’s behavior. Several of the patrons have left the bar and rushes next door to see who Roach inadvertently stabbed. Roach takes a long sip of his beer as the bartender marches his way towards his table. The bartender rolls up his sleeves…his arms are covered in tats, veiny and fairly muscular. Roach can tell by the look of this man that he may know how to handle himself+
Slater Kain: Let’s just go man
+Slater whispers into Roach’s ear…Roach simply smiles, aroused by the prospect of a legitimate fight walking his way+
Bartender: Okay, THAT’S it
+Roach stands up and grabs the Bartender by the throat…the Bartender pulls out a switch blade and places it in Roach’s stomach…Slater leans over+
Slater Kain: Roach, let him go…you don’t want to end up like Ian
+An intense stare down takes place as the few people remaining in the bar look on, nervously. Before anything further can take place, a guy runs back into the bar with an excited expression and body language, flailing his arms about+
Excited Guy: Dude! He’s a hero!!
+Roach blinks his eyes once or twice…surely that guy is pointing at HIM+
Excited Guy: That dart totally stabbed a guy trying to rob the jewelry store…I’m buying that man a beer!
+More people rush in, looking at Roach as though he’s some kind of esteemed figure. The bartender takes stock of this and looks Roach in the eye. Roach responds with a smirk, knowing the bartender would have a mutiny on his hands if he were to continue down his current path. Quietly and quickly as possible, the bartender returns the switch blade to his pocket as Roach releases his neck and pats him on the chest. Surprisingly, everyone was so enamored with Roach and what took place, they didn’t realize the two were about to tear each other to shreds+
Bartender: Alright, you can stay…just keep things under control.
Roach: Sure
Roach the hero? Surely you can’t be serious. Apparently his temper, reckless abandon and total disregard for human life rendered itself useful in foiling a robbery next door. In any event, drinks for Roach seem to be on the house this evening…the OCW villain is a hero in smalltown, New Mexico. The question remains, though…with Ian’s status looking more and more unlikely for Total Demolition…what is The Family going to do? What is Roach going to do? What about Sean Fuller…their numbers are dwindling. Is there any possible way that Roach just might have a strategy up his sleeve?
+Roach is now seated at the bar with several people surrounding him, arms hanging over him, congratulating the man for his ‘heroic’ efforts. Roach pounds back a few shots as a solid looking female wades her way through the crowd to get to him. She has two shots of whiskey in her hand…she gives one to Roach, they take it together. Roach likes where this is heading. With it being open mic night, anyone is given access to the PA system to sing, recite or debate. Like most open mic nights at a bar this deep into the evening, most people pay little to no attention to who’s saying what. That is, until the next person steps up. A hopeless virgin with long hair…a very creepy vibe permeates around him as he obviously has no friends. A sheet of paper is in his left hand…he reaches up with his right to adjust the mic…his hands are trembling with stage fright. He begins to recite a stupid poem with a thick british accent. This snags Roach’s attention+
Roach: British Accent
+He turns and sees the douche citing some ‘modernesque’ poetry in the hipster establishment. He had finally worked up the courage to come to a place where he felt safe to pour his heart and soul out. Roach pushes the girl next to him aside and stares the guy down. The guy feels Roach’s stare and looks in his direction…he makes eye contact with the giant man and quickly diverts his stare, hoping Roach will leave him alone. Slater, though, knows better+
Slater Kain: Roach…
Roach: I’ve got a fucking great idea for War Games
+Roach steps on stage and rips the mic away from the british poetry person+
Roach: Who in here wants to be famous? Who in here wants to be on TV? Who in here wants to make some serious cash?
+The entire establishment yells out “ME!!!”+
Roach: Great, whoever beats the holy living fuck out of this guy gets to be my partner at War Games on Sunday
+It’s a hipster bar, so nobody has a fucking clue what War Games or OCW is+
Roach: It’s a Pay Per View event sponsored by Jimmy Buffet
+Suddenly, they all rush the stage. Roach jumps out of the way and he heads back to the bar…he throws down a few large bills, looking at the bartender+
Roach: Should cover some of the cost…and, if it doesn’t, I saved your fucking jewelry store.
+Roach and Slater exit the bar and stand outside. Roach lights and cigarette as he leans up against the brick siding on the building…British screaming and waling are heard from inside the bar+
Roach: I hope they give him a right ole bloody beating, govnah!
Slater Kain: You’re such a dick…how are you going to tell who to pick?
Roach: Trust me, the biggest, baddest mother fucker will step out of there and lead the pack…it never fails.
+Roach unearths a cigarette and he lights it up, taking a nice, satisfying drag. Suddenly, the door swings open…our view is blocked aside from Roach’s face. It lights up+
Roach: Fuck Yes…welcome aboard
Is this what The Family has come to? Scouring obscure bars in small states for teammates? Sure, this guy may have pummeled a british poet...but does that translate to victory against Brianna Casablancas? I guess only time will tell.
+Fade Out+
The Roach is, without a doubt, the toughest son of a bitch the world has ever known. Much like the competitor of the same name roaming the OCW locker rooms. Roach, a member of OCW since its relaunch in January, has seen wrestlers come and go…some wrestlers reaching heights Roach hasn’t come close to attaining. Noah Mackenzie is a good example…a man who came in here with a ton of fanfare…a man who tore the house down and nearly became the top star in the company…a man that is now gone from OCW. Meanwhile, Roach is still here.
Roach suddenly finds himself in an unfamiliar situation, accustomed to following the lead of a Don Maurako…then a Bishop named Ian…Roach suddenly finds himself as the unquestioned leader of his group heading into its biggest battle. The Family has faced many obstacles during its path of destruction…but this obstacle is a deadly one…this obstacle, if left unconquered, will spell the definitive end of OCW’s most dangerous organization.
Nevertheless, like the creature for which he is named, Roach remains unfazed in his quest to aid the family in defeating Team Brianna. Roach will never quit…Roach will never bail…Roach will never submit to the cause. If one thing is forever certain, Roach will remain.
+Open up to Roach seated at a hole in the wall diner with a greasy burger atop a paper plate with a side of cheap, Wal-Mart brand frozen fries. Roach grabs a bottle of ketchup and tries to squirt a glob of the not-really-tomato condiment onto his plate. His frustration intensifies when the bottle won’t cooperate. Roach unscrews the cap and a roach crawls out from the bottle. Roach sits back, shaking his head with disgust. He takes his hand and flicks the roach off the table and across the small diner. It splats against the window…the splat garners the attention of an employee…probably the owner+
Owner: HEY! What the hell do you think this is?
+Roach looks around, the place is falling apart at the seams. He just holds his arms out and raises an eyebrow. The owner gets a good look at Roach’s massive arms and drops the subject. Roach turns his attention back to his plate and looks at the ketchup bottle…he peeks on the inside, finding no more roach’s. He pours some onto his plate and dips a fry in there, taking a bite. Slater Kain suddenly emerges from the bathroom with a look of disgust+
Slater Kain: Ugh, man, that place is crawling
Roach: Tell me about it
+Roach takes a bite into his burger…he makes a weird face and pulls the meat from his mouth, it’s half raw. He slams it down onto his plate and looks to his left where the owner is wiping the dead Roach off the window+
Slater Kain: Roach…
+Roach heads over to the owner and grabs him by his thinning hair. It turns out to be a wig…Roach rips the wig completely off, drags the owner to his table and shows him the uncooked meat. Roach then crams the meat into the owners mouth, pours some water into the owner’s mouth and forces him to swallow. The owner is breathing heavily from the encounter as Roach still has a firm grip on his head. Roach then punches the owner in the face…the owner falls over, unconscious. Roach shoots Kain a look that says “Get up, we’re leaving”. Slater immediately pops up from his chair as Roach throws a twenty down before exiting+
Obviously not a fan of his own kind, Roach showed a complete lack of compassion and regard for the pest that had found a nice, comfy home within the confines of a ketchup bottle. One has to ask…if Roach is willing to obliterate one of his own…what will he do to a member of Team Brianna? And why is he so frustrated? The smart money is on Ian and Sean’s current predicaments. Nobody likes to fight a battle alone or, even worse, a battle with B-Minus.
+Roach is standing near a hot dog stand with a giant, hopefully 100% beef snack in his hands. He takes a rather large bite as Slater looks on, hungrily. Roach catches a glimpse of Slater’s hungry eyes while consuming half of his meal…like the true Roach that he is, he speaks before swallowing+
Roach: Take a picture, it’ll last longer
Slater Kain: Now’s not the time for a Pee-Wee reference…I’m hungry and we’ve got big problems.
Roach: Seriously, these are only like a buck a piece
Slater Kain: Yea, but I already blew five on a meal at that shit hole we just left…I need to save up for beer and cigarettes.
Roach: Ah, yea, priorities
+Roach takes his second bite and finishes off the hot dog. Once done, he tosses the paper tray over his shoulder before walking off alongside Slater. The hot dog vender shakes his head at Roach’s complete lack of respect for the hot dog vending profession. Roach and Slater make their way down a paved road located somewhere in New Mexico. They have obviously left Truth or Consequences…doubt you’d find a hot dog vender in that town…but their current location seems a mystery. Roach yanks a cell phone out of his pocket, he has no new messages+
Roach: Fuck
Slater Kain: Nothing?
Roach: Not a fucking thing…no news on Ian’s stab wound…no news on Sean’s disappearance…not one fucking thing!
+Roach moves to hurl his cell phone into a brick wall next to them. The brick wall belongs to some mom and pop business located in this small, yet well constructed down town area. Slater stops him+
Slater Kain: I feel your frustration, but if we destroy that phone we won’t be able to receive ANY news in regards to our brothers. Just relax, Roach…it’s only been a few hours since Massacre ended…news will come.
+Roach emits sort of a low growl when, instantly, his phone lights up…almost as if it responded to human emotion. Roach, excited, turns his eyes to the screen to see whose contacting him. It’s a text from B-Minus…Roach’s excitement instantly turns to pure hatred as he moves to throw his phone again…Slater, the cooler of the two, stops him for the second time+
Slater Kain: Roach.
Roach: Fucking son of a bitch…I wait hours for an update and when one FINALLY comes it’s from B-Minus…I didn’t even know that guy could text…not to mention, who fucking gave him my number.
Slater Kain: Everyone in the family has each other’s number, you know that
Roach: Yea, well B-Minus isn’t a family member as far as I’m concerned…more like the butler.
Slater Kain: Careful Roach, that could be construed as racist…Dean may frown upon statements such as that.
Roach: Fuck Dean…fuck War Games…Fuck B-Minus…fuck it all…let’s get drunk
Slater Kain: I think I can back that notion…but, before we do, what did B-Minus have to say?
Roach: +Reading Text+ Hey R-Minus, what’s up, dawg? Not much here, just watching a re-run of Family Matters…Urkel is the best. Anywho…I’m already in Tombstone gearing up for the match…I can’t tell you how happy I am you guys picked me. I won’t let you down…but, one thing that has me confused…this Crocodile Mutation…is that for real? Get back to me when you can…B -.
Slater Kain: Wow, yea, that guy does suck
Roach: I’m gonna kill him at Total Demolition…that is a promise.
Slater Kain: Whoa, hey…that bar over there…it’s in some kind of half ass depot district…what do you say?
+Roach turns, spotting the bar in question. While not exactly his type of scene, it does sell beer and that is something Roach desperately needs. So, he nods before leading the way+
Finally, Roach had been contacted by a member of the family…unfortunately, it was the laughing stock of the group, B-Minus. While it was encouraging to find out B-Minus knew what text messaging was and how utilize it…it was equally frustrating to find out he truly entertained the notion of crocodile mutation. Needless to say Roach was in desperate need of a mental vacation for the rest of the evening.
+Roach and Slater are seated at a round table near the back of the establishment. A bartender who was probably cute twenty years ago places a couple of giant, frosted mugs in front of them, overflowing with head. Roach takes a long sip, leaving a trail of suds along his upper lip. Slater is a bit more sophisticated while drinking his, displaying a man that was raised in a more upscale community than the wrestler he has been managing all this time. Near the front of the bar is a long haired, mid-20s patron playing his guitar and singing a self written song. He isn’t any good+
Roach: Fucking hipster bars…they piss me off.
Slater Kain: Easy, Roach…you getting arrested is the last thing The Family needs.
Roach: Man, I don’t know…would going to jail be THAT bad? Could it be worse than facing these five bitches at Total Demolition?
+Roach takes another long, satisfying sip before slamming his mug down on the table. A few of the groups close by turn and glance at Roach after hearing the loud bang. Upon seeing the angry, giant man they quickly divert their attention back to the guitar playing hipster+
Slater Kain: Yes, going to prison rather than performing on TV at a Pay Per View event financed by Jimmy Buffet would be bad.
Roach: I’m just so SICK of Brianna…Brianna, Brianna, Brianna…for fucks sake…she’s EVERYWHERE. All over the shows, all over the advertisements…shit, man, I haven’t seen such an obvious, over the top push like this since Clear Pepsi. “Yea, we know it looks, acts and tastes like ass…but, trust us, you don’t know what’s good, we do…and this obviously terrible shit we are throwing at you is AWESOME.” Man, fuck that.
Slater Kain: Okay, so you don’t like Brianna, fine…let Ian settle his score with her…what about Alice? You can avenge Black Out…
Roach: Oh, yes, let’s talk about the cute little homeless girl, shall we? Has anyone ever stopped and asked how someone so dirt poor can always look so fucking cute? Think there might just be a *little* something fucked up about that? If you ask me, she’s being paid plenty of money…the whole homeless thing is a sham.
Slater Kain: I wouldn’t really know…
Roach: And while we’re at it, let’s talk about OCW’s daytime soap opera star, MJ Bell. MJ fucking Bell. NOBODY CARES, MJ! You suck…you’re boring…your relationship with my boy Ian is meaningless. Go back to chasing the sushi train because you are out of your element with the big boys. Ian is simply getting his rocks off fucking with you and once he’s done…he’ll drop you like the useless piece of meat that you really, truly are.
Slater Kain: Rather harsh for a girl you’ve had little interaction with.
Roach: The other two, eh, well screw them as well. Amber Ryan is a red head teaming with a guy she hates…but she continues to team with him…it’s fucking stupid and retarded. Mia Stone is, well, I don’t know, she seems OKAY…but, then again, Stalin would seem like a cool cat when placed next to the fucking bitches on that squad.
+Roach chugs the rest of his beer and slams the empty mug on the table+
Roach: BARTENDER
+He snaps his fingers, aggressively. She rolls her eyes and rushes to his table…despite Roach’s rude behavior, it’s human nature to not upset the largest man in the room. She grabs his mug, wipes up some of the spillage which resulted from Roach’s maniacal drinking style and ushers to the bar to get him a refill. Roach catches Slater reading his phone+
Roach: The FUCK are you doing?
Slater Kain: Umm, Roach…OCW has just posted an update on Ian
Roach: Really…and why am I not getting this update?
Slater Kain: Remember how you kept getting all those Brianna updates and you asked me to delete the app from your phone?
Roach: Fucking Casablancas ruining shit yet again…anyway, what does it say?
Slater Kain: Ian’s condition doesn’t look good…
+Roach clenches his fists and grinds his teeth. He sees a table of patrons with some darts, waiting for the board to open up. Quietly he walks to their table and grabs a dart. He hurls it at the dart board, it whizzes through the bar as Roach put everything he had into the throw. It totally misses the dart board but, more impressively, goes through the wall…we hear a scream on the other end. One of the hipsters looks through the hole created by the dart+
Hipster: Whoa, that guy just stabbed a dude dressed in all black at that jewelry store.
+Roach rolls his eyes and sits back next to Slater. The waitress returns with another beer+
Waitress: Listen, this is a peaceful establishment so, how about you finish this beer up and take your business elsewhere.
Roach: Fuck off cunt
+Her eyes widen, taken back by Roach’s blunt words. She staggers back before turning around and rushing to the bartender, tattling on Roach’s behavior. Several of the patrons have left the bar and rushes next door to see who Roach inadvertently stabbed. Roach takes a long sip of his beer as the bartender marches his way towards his table. The bartender rolls up his sleeves…his arms are covered in tats, veiny and fairly muscular. Roach can tell by the look of this man that he may know how to handle himself+
Slater Kain: Let’s just go man
+Slater whispers into Roach’s ear…Roach simply smiles, aroused by the prospect of a legitimate fight walking his way+
Bartender: Okay, THAT’S it
+Roach stands up and grabs the Bartender by the throat…the Bartender pulls out a switch blade and places it in Roach’s stomach…Slater leans over+
Slater Kain: Roach, let him go…you don’t want to end up like Ian
+An intense stare down takes place as the few people remaining in the bar look on, nervously. Before anything further can take place, a guy runs back into the bar with an excited expression and body language, flailing his arms about+
Excited Guy: Dude! He’s a hero!!
+Roach blinks his eyes once or twice…surely that guy is pointing at HIM+
Excited Guy: That dart totally stabbed a guy trying to rob the jewelry store…I’m buying that man a beer!
+More people rush in, looking at Roach as though he’s some kind of esteemed figure. The bartender takes stock of this and looks Roach in the eye. Roach responds with a smirk, knowing the bartender would have a mutiny on his hands if he were to continue down his current path. Quietly and quickly as possible, the bartender returns the switch blade to his pocket as Roach releases his neck and pats him on the chest. Surprisingly, everyone was so enamored with Roach and what took place, they didn’t realize the two were about to tear each other to shreds+
Bartender: Alright, you can stay…just keep things under control.
Roach: Sure
Roach the hero? Surely you can’t be serious. Apparently his temper, reckless abandon and total disregard for human life rendered itself useful in foiling a robbery next door. In any event, drinks for Roach seem to be on the house this evening…the OCW villain is a hero in smalltown, New Mexico. The question remains, though…with Ian’s status looking more and more unlikely for Total Demolition…what is The Family going to do? What is Roach going to do? What about Sean Fuller…their numbers are dwindling. Is there any possible way that Roach just might have a strategy up his sleeve?
+Roach is now seated at the bar with several people surrounding him, arms hanging over him, congratulating the man for his ‘heroic’ efforts. Roach pounds back a few shots as a solid looking female wades her way through the crowd to get to him. She has two shots of whiskey in her hand…she gives one to Roach, they take it together. Roach likes where this is heading. With it being open mic night, anyone is given access to the PA system to sing, recite or debate. Like most open mic nights at a bar this deep into the evening, most people pay little to no attention to who’s saying what. That is, until the next person steps up. A hopeless virgin with long hair…a very creepy vibe permeates around him as he obviously has no friends. A sheet of paper is in his left hand…he reaches up with his right to adjust the mic…his hands are trembling with stage fright. He begins to recite a stupid poem with a thick british accent. This snags Roach’s attention+
Roach: British Accent
+He turns and sees the douche citing some ‘modernesque’ poetry in the hipster establishment. He had finally worked up the courage to come to a place where he felt safe to pour his heart and soul out. Roach pushes the girl next to him aside and stares the guy down. The guy feels Roach’s stare and looks in his direction…he makes eye contact with the giant man and quickly diverts his stare, hoping Roach will leave him alone. Slater, though, knows better+
Slater Kain: Roach…
Roach: I’ve got a fucking great idea for War Games
+Roach steps on stage and rips the mic away from the british poetry person+
Roach: Who in here wants to be famous? Who in here wants to be on TV? Who in here wants to make some serious cash?
+The entire establishment yells out “ME!!!”+
Roach: Great, whoever beats the holy living fuck out of this guy gets to be my partner at War Games on Sunday
+It’s a hipster bar, so nobody has a fucking clue what War Games or OCW is+
Roach: It’s a Pay Per View event sponsored by Jimmy Buffet
+Suddenly, they all rush the stage. Roach jumps out of the way and he heads back to the bar…he throws down a few large bills, looking at the bartender+
Roach: Should cover some of the cost…and, if it doesn’t, I saved your fucking jewelry store.
+Roach and Slater exit the bar and stand outside. Roach lights and cigarette as he leans up against the brick siding on the building…British screaming and waling are heard from inside the bar+
Roach: I hope they give him a right ole bloody beating, govnah!
Slater Kain: You’re such a dick…how are you going to tell who to pick?
Roach: Trust me, the biggest, baddest mother fucker will step out of there and lead the pack…it never fails.
+Roach unearths a cigarette and he lights it up, taking a nice, satisfying drag. Suddenly, the door swings open…our view is blocked aside from Roach’s face. It lights up+
Roach: Fuck Yes…welcome aboard
Is this what The Family has come to? Scouring obscure bars in small states for teammates? Sure, this guy may have pummeled a british poet...but does that translate to victory against Brianna Casablancas? I guess only time will tell.
+Fade Out+
