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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 20:33:31 GMT -6
 "You have.. 2 new messages. To listen to your messages, press "1".."
Onnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"Message received at 11:23am from.. "REBECCA, YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Roman you DICK! I waited up for you, I thought the plan was to co-"
Twwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooooooooo
"Message, deleted. Next message.."
"Rommmmmmeeeeeeeyy baby, it's just me.. Alexa, checking in to see if our plans are still on for later? Give me a call back.. Love y-"
"Message, deleted. There are no more messages in your inbox."
"Finally!"
The sun burned my eyes, I knew it was the night before had been nothing but torture on my body. Despite not being 20 anymore, that didn't stop me from living it up like there was no tomorrow, after all.. I wouldn't be Roman Gold if I behaved any other way. As I brought my hand up to block the rays from TOASTING my pupils, I wiped the cold from the corner of my left eye with a finger..
"Oh.. Hey.."
Surely, it wasn't my own. Laying to my side was a blonde goddess-
".. uh, Misty?"
She was incapacitated at the moment.. most of them were. I looked around the hotel room and I saw nothing but dollar signs. A broken lamp sit in the corner, beneath that was a smashed LED television. The bathroom had flooded with water from the toilet- the burgundy colored carpet thought it did me a favor by soaking it all up which'd be another swipe of my credit card. There was roughly four females laying through the room, some dressed.. some not, but all of them served a purpose. the purpose of fulfilling my appetite the evening before, or at least, I certainly hoped so. With a grunt, the woman who I presumed was named Misty, pulled her hand away from me and tried to roll over to the other side of the bed, not before my right foot was planted firmly on her backside-
"The FUCK off the bed, bitch!"
Yep, I kicked her off the bed- literally. There was no room for figures of speech in my life, when I did something.. I went the extra mile to make sure it was done correctly. As the woman hit the ground, I heard a few cracks- probably of plastic or ceramic sound beneath her weight crashing to the floor as I let off a laugh..
".. lose some weight while you're at it, fat-ass."
I rolled myself off of the bed and stepped over another smashed lamp, pieces of white ceramic was spread through the room.. now I definitely knew it had been a glorious night. Moving towards the window that was blocked by dark red stained- once sheer curtains, I spread them open and glanced outside.. grimaced and let the curtains close as I wasn't about to deal with the sunlight this early-
RIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.. RIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
"Where's my phone?!"
I broke into a panic, I knew I had possession of my iPhone not even FIVE MINUTES ago.. but through the haze that I considered the 'wake up era' I had misplaced it. Did one of those dirty whores laying around steal it!? Probably not, but it was worth shouting anyway..
"WHERE'S MY PHONE YOU SLUTS?!"
Of course, no answer.
RRRRRRRRINNNNNNNGGGGGG.. RRRRIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
This was beginning to test my patience.. I mean, what if it was JR- my good friend and fellow party-goer!? Or possibly- what if it was my mother?! She had died from a heroin overdose close to five years ago but with the advancements in modern technology, it wasn't out of the question!
"WHY DOESN'T TIM COOK INVENT A WAY TO ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE WITH JUST YOUR VOICE?!"
"ROMAN!? ROMAN!"
Oh.. Maybe they did?
"ROMAN!"
I grimaced again- not because the sudden rush of frustration leaving my body felt as if I was hit in the face by a two thousand pound wrecking ball, but rather because I completely missed the fact there was a woman laying to the left of the bed- which makes 5 total, that had nails the size of fucking TEXAS. Her nail cracked beneath my right foot and putting on my best Easter Bunny impersonation, I hopped like Peter Cottontail towards the source of the voice.. I still had no idea where it was.
"What?!"
"Rome- brother, it's me! JR! Why.. Do you sound so muffled?! Are you at The Crab Shack!? AND YOU DIDN'T INVITE ME YOU PRICK!?
"What Crab Shack!? I don't even know where my phone is! Keep talking, I'll find it."
How exciting! Looking for my phone with a hangover- yeah.. that's dripping with sarcasm. As I continued to search for my phone, I noticed that on the bed sheets- a sticky-note had been crumpled up. Reaching down to grab at it, what I heard next would scar me for life..
"ROMAN, I THINK I HAVE HERPES BRO! THIS SORE ON MY LIP IS DISGUSTING! OH SHIT, OH SHIT WHAT DO I DO MAN!?"
"What do you do?! You fly yourself to Atlanta and check into a clinic under a fake name- try something like Donald Eldon and tell them you have no I.D. God knows I've done it time and time again.. I think my body has worked up resistance to penicillin at this point..."
"Good idea!"
The voice on the other end was Jordan Ramsey Ryan.. or, as I knew him; JR. JR was the son of a professional wrestling manager that worked in the 80s and 90s, he tried to make a comeback recently after the collapse of his home promotion but it didn't last long. It's where we grew to love pro wrestling so much- we'd ease-drop on the stories that JR's dad would tell about life on the road and we decided that we'd make in the business.. and not only would we make it, but we'd look fucking good while doing so. Unlike JR though, I didn't come from a pro wrestling family- my father had made big bucks as a real estate agent in California- my mother, God bless her heart was an attorney for the dirtbags that wanted to get off- and she'd charge good money for it. JR and myself were both California natives, but we relocated to Florida- Orlando, specifically after we decided we'd attempt to live a life like JR's dad. We've struck out numerous times due to no-shows from partying too hard.. but in the end, we knew we'd make it.. we'd just have to buckle down a bit to do so. I mean, what else do you expect from me? When I was 12, I was left with SMOKING hot babysitters while my parents went to France on vacation.. and I hit puberty early in life. I was sipping on wine by 14- developed a taste for pills at 15 and by the time I was 16, I was the apparent father of 3 kids from a bunch of loose bitches in the neighborhood. Of course, they never tried to claim paternity as they said the kids were better off without me and they're probably true- who had time to change diapers when for my 16th birthday I was given a Porsche.. A PORSCHE. Yeah, ridiculous right? I know.. I know. It doesn't even make sense why a guy like me with a hefty bank account is working the independent leagues- but it's easy to understand really..
".. so I said yeah, let's do it and she said 'no!' Funny, right?!"
"Uhhh.. Oh.. Hilarious."
"You didn't hear a single thing I just said.. You're zoning out again?! I thought you needed to get clean to pass the drug test they're having in MSW?!"
"Drug test?! What drug test?! The place is the god damn indys!"
"Roman, as much as I love you.. YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME! They're enforcing a wellness policy there.. something about one of the guys had a weed problem or something.. And because they're family oriented or whatever, they don't want people showing up loaded off of their asses."
"Really? Well that sucks.. I mean, more than half of the guys on the indys are on something- whether it's juicing or just getting loaded.. And what the fuck, a wellness policy?! Holy shit this place is serious! To run a successful one, it costs big bucks- I guess you finally landed us in the right spot!"
"I hope so. I don't know how much more promotions we can no-show before we're blackballed and forced back into.. whatever else we do."
"FOUND IT!"
The entire time the iPhone had been in my hand.. How fucking STUPID was I?!"
"Good.. Now take me off of speaker!"
I did so.
"Anyway.. Make sure you're clean. I know they're not testing you now 'cause you're just doing segments for the shows but when you're actually ON the show, they're gonna have you do so.. And no-showing is one thing, but being a KNOWN addict, that'd fuck you up for life. You good?"
"I know mommy, I know. I won't be showing up for a while.. I've got some prior commitments I've gotta finish off before I'm there full-time anyway. But JR.. Imagine, we've got the opportunity to do whatever we'd like.. No hack trying to tell us what gimmick to run- no broke-dick promoter trying to cut our throats to make sure we stay in their shit-palace. Roman Gold and JR Ryan, we're gonna take Missouri State Wrestling to the fucking limit!"
"Yeah.. You talk to Danny too?"
"I most certainly did! Bane's background in Germany as a.. something paid off as Stevenson liked his look enough to have him show up. So it's gonna be us three out of the gate- Bane working as muscle, you as the manager and of course me as.. The American Reality. Pretty nifty, eh!?"
"I like that."
"We're gonna be a throwback man. The days of old where the shit we do.. it was acceptable. I like the fact that it's in ONE state and not all over the map, that means that we can do as we do- and live the gimmick.. I mean it's not really a gimmick, more like our lives but you get the point. Frequent the clubs, drop some money here and there- bang the broads.. Our names will be on the MSW marquee in seconds."
"Sounds like a plan bro, but hey.. I've gotta catch that flight out.. Are you picking me up from the airport?"
"The limo'll be waiting. Stevenson wanted me in town so we could do some stuff- in the mean time? We'll do what we do best.."
".. Sniff paint and drop acid?"
Oh JR, what a COMEDIAN.
".. Well, close. We're going to hit town and we're going to drink.. drink.. drink and drink. Wine? Champagne? Vodka? I don't care. I heard Columbia has some prime bitches, plus.. the shows are shot IN the theater at the University of Missouri.. Drunk.. College.. GIRLS. Oh, Bane is going to LOVE this."
"Alright bro, I'll see you in a few hours!"
CLICK
Now.. Where's my pants?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 2:46:40 GMT -6
 Outside of Columbia Regional Airport, I sat in the back of a black Lincoln Limousine- to my left? A brunette named Veronica, I think.. From the story she told, she was born in Moscow but moved to America when she was a child. I pretended to enjoy her story, all the mean while envisioned myself getting her in bed and taking it from there. To my right, a redheaded lass named Rose.. I think she mentioned something about being an Irish-American, but I wasn't listening as Veronica had my total and undivided attention. As she eye-fucked the HELL out of me, before I could slide my right hand beneath that skin-tight dress she had on- I had a knock on my window..
"So.. So.. Close. We'll finish this later, darling."
To seal the deal? I fired off a cocky little wink which told her that she'd be MY bitch later. Anyway, the door opened and joining me and the two girls was my consigliere; JR Ryan. The second his eyes met Rose, the redhead, I could feel the lust rush in her direction as with a pat of his hand.. she knew where to go- to his side. I never understood the appeal JR had as nothing against my friend but he wasn't too good-looking. Chubby, curly haired- I guess the statement 'different strokes for different folks' met it's match here. With Rose sliding over to join JR, the door opened once more as my bodyguard and another close friend; Daniel Bane, a HUGE German that I managed to secure services while drunk off my ASS in Munich a few years ago nearly couldn't squeeze into the back.. but managed to find a way. Despite me offering the big man women, he never bit the bait- and that's what made him since a trusted colleague of mine. I knew that no matter how shit-faced drunk or high as bird pussy I got, I could rely on Danny to have my back and bail me out before I got myself murdered by some dick-with-ears who got mad his woman wanted me.
"So.. Where to, gentlemen?"
With his arm over Rose's shoulder, JR cocked his head back while downing the dark red wine in the glass.
"Anywhere."
Danny; usually stoic and cold seemed alive this particular moment and crossed his arms over his MASSIVE chest, I thought the suit was going to rip.
"Club Vogue is pretty good from what I've read. Especially if you're looking to get acquainted with the crowd in town, I'd say most of the guys in the area also local the shows the promotion produces. Step in there, party like rockstars and our names will make rounds, really quick."
It was totally out of turn for Bane to offer a place to visit, but I'd take his word because he was a sophisticated son of a bitch.
"Club Vogue? Sounds fun.. DRIVER!"
The window separating the driver from the back of the limo went down half way, all as I pointed ahead.
"Club Vogue, ring a bell?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, we know our next step! Let's get this fucking party on the road!"
The next.. Half an hour or so, I can tell you that Bane took a nap while Veronica and Rose made-out for our entertainment. Between JR and myself, we killed two bottles of champagne, half a bottle of vodka and took some pills- it was a fun evening. Once arriving to the scene, the limo came to a stop and I was buzzing.. the mixture of different alcohol and pills definitely knocked me on my ass but this was the life.. this was the life that I led. As the limo driver opened the door and allowed our band of elitists out of the back- before Veronica and Rose could step out I slammed the door on them and tapped the roof-
"Drop these two off at the corner, they're a solid B.. 8 out of 10.. A+ Players don't fuck with bitches low on the food-chain like that."
The limo driver nodded, all as I popped a $100 into his pocket.. his eyes lit up like the 4th of July as I tapped the side of his face.
"Be back in a few hours, make sure you've got the cooler in there with a bottle of Cristal."
"But sir.. they're roughly $200!"
I shrugged, who had time for these first-world problems?
".. There's a $100 bill in your pocket, you're telling me that you aren't capable of withdrawing $100 from your savings account?!"
The limo driver's eyes met the ground, I instantly knew I was burdened with a broke-as-fuck chauffeur that was beginning to irritate me. Who had time for this?! I know I didn't! I mean.. While JR and Danny were being approached by high-priced strippers that had NO C-Section scars and seemed to be fit enough to have my arm around their shoulders.. I was here dealing with Johnny NoName who couldn't spare a hundred dollars to do ME a favor!
".. Yeah, I bet you don't even have a Savings account. You know what?!"
Reaching into my pocket, I removed a few twenties and purposely 'made it rain' on the chauffeur which made a bunch of people in-line laugh.
"Fetch."
I lost count after the 5th bill, as I turned around I held my arms out as the neon pink light hit me..
"LET'S GET DRUNK!"
A roar from the crowd of people who probably didn't know who the FUCK I was, but that was fine. See, as Danny intelligently pointed out.. What better way to get our names out there than to show up at a club in THAT area and completely rock the shit out of it?! Bottle service?! Lapdances?! This was the life- this is what we lived for. As we moved past the curtain- ignoring a bouncer that tried to ask me for ID, we headed straight for the VIP Area which was roped off- with a snap of my fingers the rope was unhinged- strippers in bikini tops and mini-skirts brought us menus of the bottle service.. this was how we live.
"JR my man, this.."
I took a seat in the center of the red wrap-around plush seating.. My back which usually would ache through the mixture of booze and pills seemed comfortable.. I was shocked. I could tell by the glances we were getting from the local crowd that we were imposing, but ask me if I cared? Nope, not a fucking ounce.
".. is.. life."
Spreading my arms out to extend around the wrap around, Danny would usually stand guard but not this time. As he was about to stand and take his position to ensure no stupid-fuck would infringe on my time, I called out to him-
"Danny my brother, don't dare insult me like that. This is YOUR idea, so you enjoy as much as we do. Let's let those ass-hats of security do their job for once, take the night off and enjoy the bitches-"
Extending my right hand, Danny shrugged and smiled, all as he took it. I never really noticed how MASSIVE his hands were, it was like a catcher's mitt completely engulfed my fucking hand, I'd hate to be punched in the face by him.
"Cheers, mate."
Taking a seat, I pointed down at the glass on the table- a stripper named Destiny, quite a cool name, definitely stripper-ish though poured some bubbly into the cup as I smacked her across the backside with my hand and shoo'd her off.
"I'll whistle if we need you."
"HA-HA! WHISTLE!? YOU'RE A FUCKING RIOT!"
Despite JR's little outburst which was followed by a hysterical round of laughter, I managed my high well and didn't look too much of a fool.. or so I thought. Smacking my lips together and blowing a sarcastic kiss her way, she seemed offended.. but once again.. Ask me how much I cared? She stood there and looked at me, almost as if she expected me to give her something.. maybe a high-five? Or a handful of baseball cards? What about an empty 20GB thumb-drive?!
".. Oh.. Tip.. Alright, well- let's play a game. You choose the pocket and you get what's in there. No bullshit, no games.. In two of the four pockets- two inside my suit and two on the side of my pants, I've got cash in- two of which, have close to $300 dollars in each. You pick the pocket, you win."
"Deal."
JR laughed, he was used to the games I played. I on the other-hand, knew exactly what was in each pocket, or.. at least I thought I did.
"That one."
Destiny pointed to my right side chest pocket, all as I smirked and reached in. Grabbing hold of what was in there- I crumpled it in my hand and waved my finger towards her so she could come closer. As she opened her hand, she attempted to throw a flirty smirk in my direction all as I put the cash in her hand..
".. don't spend it all in the same place."
Her eyes lit up much like chauffeur's did early- in her hands, three crumpled, hundred dollar bills.. she'd have a story to tell for sure.
".. thanks honey! You're a FUCKING FOX!"
Her attempt to compliment me fell on deaf ears, I cared none for the words of a clothed prostitute.
"Thanks, now fuck off."
She didn't even seem offended by my crude remark- I made a mental note of that, she possibly would be one I took back to the hotel after we were done here and would show her just how much of a fox I really was. With some completely shit music blaring over the speakers, neon lights flashing which would send any epileptic into a seizure, I sat back and soaked it all in.. What could be better than spending an evening in the town I promised myself I'd dominate as a professional wrestler.. than being with my two closest friends, all on the eve of me supposedly meeting with the head honcho over in my next job.. I shouldn't be drinking, I shouldn't be partying, I should be clean and sober, I should be presenting myself in better form when meeting Danny Stevenson and possibly Drew tomorrow.. but the same part of me that DIDN'T give a fuck about the consequences of my actions kicked in.. it usually got me into trouble but.. YOLO. I know it's a TOTALLY ridiculous saying but I only lived once, why waste it reading a magazine in some hotel in Columbia, when I could be getting plastered around some hot bitches? Roman Gold doesn't fuck around. |
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Post by CanadianFranchise on Apr 25, 2014 23:21:57 GMT -6
 "Hey babe, what do you got all crumbled in your hand there? "This was the point, when she would say something and I would look at her like I cared. Still was waiting for someone to tell me who educated women that it was ok to talk, as far as I was concerned a women's mouth was only good for one thing. "This nice man just gave me a couple hundred dollars."Looking over at Roman, I dig in my jacket pocket and pull out a Bryce Inc buisness card and stick it into her bra. "Word of advice babe....""It's Destiny""Does it look like I give a fuck, listen here. Here is what your going to do. Your going to call that number on that buisness card in lets say 5 hours and I will tell you when and where because we all know the only thing that mouth is good for"Daisy?, yeah I had already forgot or I was not listening, probably a little of both. Fuck it, lets stick with Daisy. Daisy with a scoff walks off....you know what I just cant, before she does I snatch the crumbled hundreds from her hands. "What would you do with this, buy some shoes or bigger breast implants. And you people wonder why the economy is in the shitter. GET!"Destiny runs off and it is a perfect moment to take a look at that ass as it walks away. Once the show is over, I uncrumble the 100's and hand them back to Roman. "Have I taught you anything Roman, keep your money. If you have to pay for sex, you aint doing it right. Besides I dont need any excuses from you tonight on why your not buying the first couple of rounds my American friend."Roman and I went back a little ways, being a part of an exclusive club together. And not one of those fruity clubs where rich people get together and circle jerk on their checkbooks. This was more of a brotherhood. "If it isnt TJ Bryce, what are you doing in Missouri?"This guy serious. "Very well could be because you left a voicemail telling me to come to hicktown Missouri, all drunk and shit.""Really, I did?"Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I push a few buttons and then the speaker button, "FUCK YOU MAN, I MEAN FUCK YEAH, LISTEN. FILL THAT JET MOTHEFUCKER AND GET TO COLUMBIA MISSOURI. THAT IS C O UMBIA". Putting the cell phone back in my pocket. "Well shit, I guess I did"During this whole conversation with Roman, only one thing has been on my mind. "Who is the chubby one and the green giant?" |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2014 7:51:57 GMT -6
 "The Greater The Power, The More Dangerous The Abuse." - Edmund BurkeUnderstanding Your Place Roman Gold, the man knew how to spoil himself and those around him... well, those close to him rather. As Daniel held the, what looked like, petite glass in his hand, sipping it responsibly, ever watching the surroundings to ensure no one tried to interrupt this fun time. He seemed both to be having fun, but taking his job more than just 'semi-serious'. Roman might suggest he needed to lighten up, maybe have a drink or two, or even get one of the 'better' girls in the club to go to the V.I.P room with him. But he was all too knowledgeable about this type of situation. Yeah, it's quiet now. But as he peered at a crowd of a more 'ragged' crowd across the room over his several thousand dollar Oakley shades, he noticed the people, who looked like construction workers spending an entire week's pay in a matter of seconds to just enjoy the smallest possible fraction of this high life that Roman, Bryce and Bane enjoy all day and each day. He snarls, faintly. Seeming uneasy. "What's the matter, Danny?" He takes a moment and nods in the direction of the jealous stares of the more common men. "Seems like there is a crowd who's sore that you're hogging all the women, and keeping the barkeeps busy with your orders." Roman cracks a cackle. The big man sparks a little sneer, amused at how lightly Roman took this. And why wouldn't he? Look who's his guardian. And just then, it all seems as though the crowd had had their fill of waiting for Roman to reach a certain level of satisfaction so that they too could enjoy their time here and they start to storm over. "Here we go..." Daniel says sighing before he tips the crystal glass bottom up and swiftly consumes the last of the drink without even the slightest cringe. As they make it to the 'ratios' at which they go from being in the 'common man's' section to being way out of their league, Daniel steps forward in front of them.
"Alright, gents. That's far enough. You know that you don't belong here. So just turn around and walk back to the other side of the room, where you came from." Yeah, at first that didn't come off as being so bad. Just forewarning them that they hadn't paid dues and aren't allowed to be where they are. But they didn't seem to take it that way. They seen it as him saying to them, 'hey, get back in your place'. Which, honestly wasn't the case. And here comes this guy's set dropping. "Listen, me and my mates have been waiting on the girls and bartender, all night. You've all been running the both all over like crazy." Daniel nods. "That's the point, actually. Roman doesn't like sharing the wealth. He doesn't like dealing with women unless he's the first of their customers of the night, most of the time... like now, he pays them to avoid others, just in case he wants them to come over a bit later. Doesn't want to have them being tainted." That didn't sit well with the guy. He goes to push Daniel back in order to initiate a fight, but due to the sheer size of the behemoth, the guy just, himself, bounces off Daniel and back into his buddies. "If you're quite done beating me up, will you return to that which you came?" Another, bigger guy steps in front of the gentleman, using that term loosely, who had been the spearhead of this confrontation thus far. "Listen, pal. I've been in the United States military for quite some time, stationed here. And I really don't like that tone and the disrespect I've been shown." Daniel sneers and peers over his shades, "That's fascinating. But if you're trying to intimidate me or garner any level of respect with your talks of being a soldier, you're barking up the wrong tree. As I said... back to where you come from." With that... the insult stung. Such a proud soldier he didn't take that lightly, he grabs the pocket of Daniel's dress coat, yes... Armani, worth more than everyone else, outside the Gentleman's Club, and he rips it off! Daniel's expression fades. Wearing a look that resembles the Hulk after having just transformed into the beast. He sighs like an angry bull. Grabbing the guy by the throat he rushes him out of the door and then outside! Quickly as he grabbed him. He throws the guy to the concrete and then turns to re-enter the club but is sucker-punched by the guy's buddy, the one who had done all the talking.
"You guys really are dumber than you look. You know that?" Daniel says as he removes his coat throwing it onto a car's hood and then unfastens his cuff links, rolling up his silk dress shirt's sleeves, unbuttoning the first few button on the shirt as well. The man who sucker punched him, tries another. But is caught this time, blocked, then BAM! Daniel clocks him in the face. Hard right hand. Sounds like his face shattered like glass under too much pressure. His face was already starting swell as he laid out on the ground. The Soldier bull rushes him! Daniel grabs him knees him in the stomach and then sets him up, lifts him up and POWERBOMBS him on the hood of a car. Not too sure if it was just a weak material, or his strength, but as the man's body slams into the hood, it wraps around him like a bike tired being wrapped around a soda can that it had just ran over. Daniel turns around and looks at the remaining people, extending his arms out, "Any more volunteers?" They scatter like roaches. Daniel rolls his eyes, reaching down to pick up his Oakley shades, but sighs when he sees a scratch. Throwing it on the guy who started all this's chest, "Here, for your hospital bill. It's still worth twice what that'll be." He turns and walks back into the club and walks through the door and back over to his crowd. "What happen?" Roman's first response, with a grin on his face. "Punks tore my coat, and cracked my shades... So I did the same to their jaws and spines." Daniel scoffs and snatches a girl's arm who was carrying drinks, snags one then shoves here away as he starts to drink it heavily. More than likely to calm the rage and aggression. She knows she liked being treated that way, anyway.
To Be Continued
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 23:31:15 GMT -6
"NOW THIS IS A FUCKING PARTY!"
Throwing a glass over my shoulder, it hit the wall and SHATTERED into pieces, that's how you party! I knew Danny for a while, the guy was a total bad ass. He had the look and he had the style, I'm actually surprised he wasn't fucking white girls on camera in some crazy European snuff film under the alias of "The German Jackhammer". He was livid at the moment, despite attempting to hide the obvious-- the aggression coursing through his veins, I've been around him long enough to know that he was still ready to put his hand through a wall all as he pretends that it's a picture of David Hasselhoff.
"It's fine, good sir-- you did good."
Bane fired a nod off in my direction, I knew it was a band-aid for the moment-- the guy was a ticking time bomb. With TJ and myself enjoying the FUCK out of the evening, I knew when it was time to check out before more trouble came about. I had a meeting with Danny Stevenson tomorrow morning, showing up with a legitimate black eye, fat lip and hungover wouldn't gain me any brownie points. Plus, I'd never hear the end of it from JR-- and that fuck could talk for miles. With one of the strippers-- Lollipop, an attractive light-skinned African American girl with a RACK currently busy whispering the several thousand ways she could bring me to 'Planet O' or whatever that means, I shoved her off of me and stood up. A bit wobbled by the sudden rush of alcohol that knocked me on the side of my head, I grabbed hold of the railing to the left of the wall and threw my head back, letting off an annoying obnoxiously round of laughter-- of course ending with a snort.
"TEEJ YOU GOD DAMN MAPLE-SYRUP SUCKING MOTHERFUCKER, I NEEEEEDDDDDD TOOOOOOO GGGOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo.."
I noticed a frown on the face of my friend from The Great White North, Teej had the ability to party... We've spent days and nights in nightclubs , drinking bottles of champagne while making it rain on ladies with bikinis and daddy issues.
"Seriously Rome?! C'mon man, it's only..."
Mister Bryce moved the cuff of his suit upwards and looked down at his wrist where the neon lights bounced off of it--
".. One twenty two aye-em, it's still early!"
"Well.."
Teej was a convincing bastard, I had trouble believing that he didn't run a cult out of the back of his local bank.
".. what the fuck. YOLO!"
"YOLO!"
"YOLO"
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"YOLO?"
That was THREE different 'YOLO's' which meant one person didn't join in on the fun! I had given my complimentary YOLO, Teej followed and so did JR which left just one imposing German son of a bitch that was too busy thinking about the hundreds of different ways he could decorate his living room with the skull of assholes. I stumbled forward and rested my weight on Bane's standing self, wrapping my arm around his massive shoulders, I pulled him towards me.
"YOLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO!"
No? Hmm.. He was a tough cookie. Shooting me a blank stare, I cleared my throat and nodded-- JR and TJ thought that his was fucking H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S.
"DANNY BOY, I PAY YOU HANDSOMELY, ALL I WANT FROM YOU IS A FUCKING.. YO- LO! C'MON, FOR YOUR BUDDY ROME!"
"yolo."
That was disappointing. I expected him to let off a THUNDEROUS roar that'd shake the pillars of Heaven! Instead, he sounded like a mouse queef which was depressing. I couldn't have Bane walking around with that chip on his shoulder, the man had nothing to prove. Every situation that's ever called for him to act in a physical manner-- he had taken care of it and made a point while doing so. Those guys wouldn't be fucking around with us anytime soon-- but from the look the floor manager shot us as a janitor was beginning to sweep up the broken glass and debris from our get-together-- the cops would have no problem taking us in and making an example out of us.
"Bane, c'mon bro. One YOLO, just one. You proved you're a fucking ace at your job, now give us a YOLO so we can blow this joint and find a new place to party."
I was beginning to crack him as he was forcing back a smile.
"... come on Danny..."
There-- that smile that looked like he was the odd lovechild of Jeffrey Dahmer and John Wayne Gacy."
"YO.. FUCKING.. LO!!!!!!"
His sudden outburst nearly BROKE the club's sound barrier, I think I felt the floor shake. A fucking Earthquake-- or a tremor, whatever was the difference had just happened, I think I shit my pants in the process. Teej looked at me-- JR looked at Bane and me? I was hysterical. This was a riot, I've never laughed this hard in my life... especially because I saw the floor manager heading in my direction-- I had heard the same song and dance all across the United States.
"Sir-- you guys need to leave, NOW. You've done NOTHING but cause chaos on my shift, 'cause I recognize you--"
Who would of thought? It'd be Teej that got recognized from the bunch.. That was all as the guy kept pointing in TJ Bryce's direction.
"... I'm going to give you guys ten fuckin' minutes to get out of here. I don't care if you come back at a later date, the girls love the tips you guys gave but for now? Do me a favor and get the fuck out of here... k?"
To mock the man, not because I didn't like him but rather because I was an arrogant jackass I tried my best to stand straight-- Bane knew the jig as he stuck his right arm out and pressed his hands against my ribs to keep me straight all as I fired off a salute in the man's direction.
"AYE- AYE CAP'N! ES- OH- ES, PEOPLE! THERE'S A FUCKING ICEBERG HEADING OUR WAY!"
"You guys are ridiculous."
With the sudden rush of laughter, I didn't even know who uttered the last sentence, but I didn't really care. Who did? I was drunk, in a matter of minutes I was going to pop a pain pill because the buzz from the alcohol would ease and I'd be asleep, probably getting a blow job from a 5/10 blonde that wanted to catch my slipping with an undersized penis to sell the story to TMZ. Anyway, doing my best Michael Phelps impersonation I decided to swim on surface, I thought I was moving but probably wasn't. With a bunch of drunk strippers laughing at my every move and even the floor manager cracking a chuckle or two, I had come to realize that while I may not appreciate the quality of life in Missouri all too much, that wouldn't stop me from succeeding at my task of properly starting my job as the GREATEST professional wrestler of the new generation. Anyway, with my posse heading toward the door, I heard someone's hand smack-- oh, that was mine, off of the THICK backside of a Latina stripper would probably was the little sister of some crazy gangbanger that'd want to eat my soul wrapped in a Tortilla with cheddar cheese. Once outside of the club, I noticed the lack of a limousine which didn't bother me as much as it should-- probably because I was at the moment fighting off the urge to puke on JR Ryan's bright suit.
"Where we headed to now boys!?"
That was Teej, always the thrill-seeker that one!
"Where's the nearest whorehouse or massage parlor?!"
That was most certainly JR...
"Man I could use some french toast..."
Ah, Bane and food.
"How about we go back to the hotel so I can fuck ALL of your brains out, for a small fee?!"
.. what? I didn't recognize that voice at all, and from the looks of things through my Beer Goggles, I wouldn't be able to do so anyway. Attempting to fix my attention on the female who muttered those words, she sounded hot but a pretty voice usually comes from a fucked up face. Whether it was a huge gap in her front teeth or some big nose that I'd be able to park my penis in, it didn't matter. If we were to do the deed now, cool-- but I didn't want to wake up next to Quasimoto when I thought I was banging Esmeralda. A Disney reference? Holy shit, I WAS FUBAR!
"That's cool and all, but I've got a whore waiting for me to call her-- Bane buddy, where's my phone?!"
"In your chest pocket."
"Really? Fucking commies."
".. Christ."
See, that's why I wanted Bane to get shitfaced! He was always high-strung, he didn't ever appreciate jokes made at the expense of communists... Maybe he had nightmares of Hitler when he was a child? It's too bad too, if grew his mustache out and had a comb-over, he'd totally be able to pull off the look of Fuhrer. The conversation stalled at that very moment-- Teej was replying to an eMail as JR was trying to stand straight and not fall over. Bane was interacting with the female who spoke of performing sexual favors for us, for a fee-- I hope she wasn't an undercover cop and a STING would be done which'd put my face and name on the papers which would ruin my chances in MSW. Well, it was one thing to think these things out, but usually I had zero self-control and never stopped myself... It was a gift, and a curse.
"Either someone is going to give me a good reason to stay out, or I'm going back to the hotel and calling up Missy.."
"Aye, Misty was her name."
Bane was my lifesaver.
"Yes! Misty, and I'm going to spread my seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!"
"Bro!? What about me?!"
The sound of JR's voice spoke fear and lust, why wasn't he interacting with Quasimoto? She apparently would do it for a small fee!"
"Do I look like a pimp?! Ask Teej, he's a pimp! He's got bitches upon bitches!"
"I've got one about your size, JR. Bangs like a boss."
"Fuck no! I want an Asian! A green-eyed Asian!"
WHAT?! Who'd he think he is?! Lo-Pan!?
"YOU NEED JESUS IN YOUR LIFE, JR! YOU'RE LOST!"
At this point, whatever we were shouting about was unknown. The best thing about being drunk was the incoherent rambling that'd sound like an actual conversation to a bunch of guys that were too drunk to understand what was going on. As I laughed, I felt my stomach bubble, which meant in a few seconds there'd be a mixture of alcohols, a club sandwich and some Nachos from a Fastop all over the sidewalk. Someone needed to devise a plan and fast, before I decided to puke on... EVERYBODY. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 1:12:40 GMT -6
 "It pays to get drunk with the best people. " - Joe E LewisSleeping Giants Awake Everyone was having there fun, staggering around and lip locking women they had just met. And despite being ordered to leave the area, the Gentle have remained here a little longer and it now seemed like they were continuing to make themselves as at home as the moment they had arrived. While the less responsible members of the club were slobbering drunk, Bane remain alert. It was his job to ensure people were having their fun, and by people I mean Roman and his entourage. After glancing over and surveying the area while taking another drink, finishing off a glass to ease his tension, Daniel looked down at Roman who was looking, none too well. His expression looked a bit worried, "The hell is the matter with you, Rome? Take a bad X or something? I already reminded you stay away from the blue bunny pills." His expression and tone were both serious, which leaves us to wonder just what in the hell he was talking about. Roman's wild past antics, no doubt. Roman groans and covers his mouth... Yes, it was now time for action, Daniel glanced around for something to help him out with, he could very well carry him anywhere, moving him would only make his stomach feel worse. Just then, and out of no where, a huge bra flies into nearly the face of Daniel who catches it. It was a very large size. Had to be JJ or K... maybe bigger, "...Christ, almighty. Whose is this...?" Bane looks around but only hears cheering and lots of other commotion, but after realizing the more important task at hand, he hands Roman the bra with LARGE cups, "I know it's weird, but it's most certainly not the weirdest thing I've endured seeing you do, here." He hands him the bra, and instantly and without much shame at all, he lets loose. All of it, and in both cups to boot too. Roman had to empty enough for two stomachs. Luckily the incredibly busty bra held it all... He hands it toward Daniel, who looks at it, being handed to him like two big bowls of water with much grimace. He takes it and turns placing it on a waitress's empty plate. She looks disgusted and gasps, shocked. Bane rolls his eyes reaching into his pocket throwing a couple of hundred dollar bills on the plate as well and shoos her away. He sighs sneering a bit as he brings his attention back to Roman who has, not shockingly, obtained more to drink. He has a glass in each hand and is extending one to Daniel. "I think the guy said we need to get a move on soon, we should consider that we may want to return some day later on." Roman shrugs, "It's just one drink, and you are a life saver, where did that come from anyway?" Daniel shrugs taking the drink from Roman, obliging him like any wise man would do. He nods pointing to the glass, "This is it for me, I have to be the designated... everything."
It doesn't take him long to get rid of the drink. And it also doesn't take him long to feel some strange effects of being drunk from something so minor, he squints his eyes in order to see better around the area, trying to remain alert. Sounds have muffled to near blurs and everything is either too loud or too quiet and he seems to be seeing things in really slow motion, "Hey.... Ro..." A pause... as he began to think he heard something... Nothing. "...Roman, I wanted to know what drunk I drink." He looks confused, "...Drunk... I drink..." Nope... Still didn't get it... "Drunk... Drink... I drunk." There he goes, he listens to a muffle... But hears the last bit, "...ruffies." Bane's eyes widen... well as wide as they could anyway and points to himself, he doesn't sound angry, but more like someone calm explaining something... You really expected him to enrage. "Why me? I am the designated... thing." Bane sees Roman simply smiling and raising his glass to Daniel. He had gotten him to loosen up whether he wanted to or not. Thing is, he didn't want to because he didn't need to because... well his job required a clear head. Too late now, he was already buzzed out of his mind Bane staggers and turns around to try his best to continue to work. But all the while miserably failing. Moments pass and his condition only worsens, words start to slur and everything. "Rome... I'm not even sure WHO tha fuck JR is. What is he? A family member, a competitor. our manager? What I... forgot..." Drunken burp, the one you close your mouth to avoid letting completely out. He only had about half what everyone else had, but that last one that was spiked was enough to send him off to other worlds. A waitress walks by and he reaches down and pinches her tiny perk ass right on the right cheek, she let's out a squeak and carries on. He cackles as Roman comments on all this, "Nice see you having fun, finally."
He glances on stage now, a 'thicker' girl who had a HUGE rack, doing her strip tease. His eyes really didn't move much from there. He blinks hard, closing his eyes, then opening them up. Yup, still too intoxicated. And full of barbaric lust, "Rome, you guys go ahead and have that fun with the Asian girl and the other girls of whatever color. I'll be right back." Roman laughs out loud, "What?" Daniel nods, still with his back turned, "Yeah, I know what I wanna do, don't do nothing too stupid." Roman shrugs, "What are you gonna do?" Daniel sneers drunkenly and nods at the thick raven-haired girl on stage. "I'm gonna make her smile." He grins, enormously. "YOU HEAR THAT?! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SMILE!" Little bit of Little John coming out of an equally big man. Daniel staggers toward the stage, mushing people out of the way with his massive hands, moving waitresses by lifting this by their tiny waists and moving them like dolls. He storms all the way to the front and slams his hand on the stage, and says, "Show's over." The lady, smiling and confused glares at him. She was still clothed, well... if you call a bra and panties clothed. He climbs up on stage. Slips a little, but does it nonetheless. The steps, though few in number, proved treacherous to a man in the state that Daniel was in right now.
He unfastens the first several buttons of his shirt, gingerly, as he didn't have nearly enough focus on it to do it properly. The lady had more meat on her than the rest of the girls, and for some reason the beast in Daniel lusted just that. Drunk and out of his normal character, he eyes her once over... Twice over, biting his bottom lip. "He buddy can we..." Some jerk tried to say but Daniel kicked back, behind him, right in the guy's mouth. Shutting him up. He then, goes caveman on her. Leans forward and lifts her onto on of his shoulders and carries her through the curtain toward the back of the club, out of everyone's sight. No screams, yet. And last we seen she was wearing a smile. Lord help her, Roman had unleashed an animal in this place and had awoke a giant that was sleeping peacefully. The normally responsible and alert Daniel Bane was now preoccupied with the new lady friend he had, literally, just picked up. No name, nothing. Got to love the aggressiveness of the guy, I'm sure she will be adoring it sometime very soon. The music continued, Roman and the rest of the entourage that remained were still about doing there thing, just without their muscle, their juggernaut for the moment... JUST for the moment, maybe a couple of hours.
To Be Continued
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