Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 14:34:46 GMT -6
::Off Camera::
Sunday – Early Afternoon – Columbia Missouri
Too often people come to Indy promotions and talk about signing a contract. That’s not how it works. WWE and TNA have contracts. Indy promotions have hand shake agreements. However, Brad McCain and Danny Stevenson shook hands on a deal a couple of days ago and now Braiden was in Columbia Missouri. He’d found a decent one bedroom apartment for fairly cheap. He’d already worked a couple of dark shows for MSW under a mask as “The Assassin”, a temporary gimmick until he’s debuted on their TV as “Braiden McCain”. Today Brad finalized the deal on a new car… Or well, new to him anyway. He purchased a Champaign colored 2008 Buick Lucerne CX with seventy four thousand miles for just under nine grand. It depleted most of his savings but getting a loan wasn’t an option since he no longer had regular employment. After buying his car and picking up some odds and ends for his apartment, Brad stopped at a local diner for lunch.
As he walked in he looked around. It wasn’t real busy. The after church rush had mostly depleted and while there were some seniors chatting at a table over coffee and a couple of people sporadically sprinkled in a booth here or there, it was still a pretty lax setting. Brad sat down on the big red cushioned swivile stool at the “bar” as a waitress poured coffee for somebody a few stools down the bar.
“Hey hun, I’ll be witcha in just a sec, kay?”
Brad nods as he watches the waitress fill the coffee cup for the chubby older fella in the faded blue jeans, red and white plad shirt, red suspenders and green and yellow John Deer truckers cap. It was safe to say he wasn’t in Miami anymore.
“There ya go Billy. Those flapjacks ‘ll be up soon.”
“Aww, take your time Jolene. I ain’t in no hurr-uh. How’d Ray make out with that job?”
Jolene, “Oh good, real good. He really likes it. Says Ol’ man Davis is treatin’ him real good.”
Billy takes a sip of his coffee and nods, “That’s good. I think I’ma go down there ta-marr-uh and bout gettin’ some new breaks on ol’ red.”
Jolene laughs, “Now Billy, when ya just gonna get rid-uh that ol’ thing? Ya been drivin’ it since I was a lil girl.”
Billy laughs, “Who you kiddin, you’re still a little girl.”
Jolene, “Oh you.”
She playfully waves him off and heads down the counter to Brad who’s sitting there in a black Golds Gym T Shirt and a pair of stonewash blue jeans. Jolene grabs her pad and pen and says, “Now what can I get for you sweetie?”
Brad, “You have a grilled chicken sandwich?”
Jolene, “Well we got a chicken salad sandwhich or, we got some of the best day-gone fried chicken in the area…”
Brad shakes his head, “No thanks… Uh… A Burger ‘ll be fine.”
Jolene, “How ya want that done hun?”
Brad, “Medium-well.”
Jolene, “And whatcha want on ‘er?”
Brad, “Onions will be fine.”
Jolene, “And that’s a cheeseburger, right? Or did you just want a hamburger?”
Brad, “Oh… I guess I’ll be adventurous, let’s make it a cheeseburger.”
Jolene, “That’s the spirit! And you want fries with that, right?”
Brad, “Sure.”
Jolene, “Alright. We’ll get that right up for ya. Ya want something to drink baby?”
Brad, “Water will be fine.”
Jolene, “Ya ought think about a glass of Lemonade. Fresh squeezed every morning. It’s the best in the state of missour-uh, I tell ya what..”
Brad shakes his head, “No, water will be fine.”
Jolene, “Alright but yer missin out.”
Jolene winks and then turns placing the order slip on the turnstile that rotates to the kitchen as she grabs a pitcher of ice water from the back counter and begins filling a glass. She puts the water in front of Brad and says, “So, you new ‘round here?”
Brad nods, taking a sip of his water.
Jolene, “I figured as much. Where ya from?”
Brad, “I’ve been in Miami for the last year.”
Jolene, “Miami?! Oh, I bet that was nice. The beaches and the ocean…”
Brad shrugs, “Yeah, it was alright.”
Jolene, “Just alright?”
Brad, “You go through a Hurricane or two and you get over the allure of southern Florida.”
Jolene, “Oh, that’s true I bet. I ain’t really think ‘bout that. Although we get some purdy strong ter-neigh-duhs through here. You may not be too much better off round here darlin’.”
Brad shrugs, “This guy I know taught me how to slap a Tornado so I’m not too worried about it.”
Jolene laughed but Brad was so straight faced and monotone that it was hard telling if he was joking or not.
“Hey sweetie, can we get another round-uh coffees over here when ya get a chance?”
Jolene looks over at the table with the seniors, smiles and says, “Sure thing Art.”
Jolene, “Excuse me just a minute hun, duty calls.”
She gives him a smile and turns around, grabbing a pot of coffee off the burner and heading around the counter as Brad looks back down at his water. No, it sure wasn’t Miami anymore. Of course this sort of environment wasn’t that strange to Brad. He was originally from Erie PA and Erie wasn’t exactly Miami either. Brad let his mind wander, zoning out as he stared down at the ice slowly melting in his water.
TBCB: Whomever
((Just figured I’d get Brad/Braiden out and about where some interaction could occur))
