Post by Bobby Barratt on Mar 23, 2018 15:32:06 GMT -5
Stillwater, MN
We open outside the well known house of the late Shawn Rossdale. It's deserted as expected. The curtains are still closed from the day he left for the last time prior to his death. From that night Jenny captured the heart to heart he and Bobby had regarding his will, the contents and the warning about his death not being an accident...
We see the familiar purple Mercedes-Benz AMG-GT R we know is owned by Bobby Barratt parked across the street. As the shot switches, we see a pensive Bobby Barratt in the drivers seat with Jenny Stackhouse to his right. He's looking dishevelled, having not shaved in a week, his hair is a mess and getting longer and he has bags under his eyes. He's staring right at the house like he's a million miles away.
You know even after all this time...After all the grieving, the screaming, crying and shouting...I still expect him to come out of that door. A beer in each hand and a group hug to follow...
Me too, baby...This doesn't feel real, does it?
Too right...It's crazy. I now legally own that house and I still can't bring myself to go in there. It's like it's going to confirm everything really is happening and everything we have worked so hard to repair will come fucking crashing down again.
So what do you want to do....Sell it?
Why? I have all the money I'll ever need. Plus that's not what he'd want. He left that to me for a reason. It feels like it was a way of giving me....us....his blessing. To show he really was over all that shit back then. He wanted us to go the distance...I just didn't fucking realise it until just now.
I told you he was a good guy, hun.
Yeah...you did. Here's my plan. I'm going to get security to watch over the place. Take some time away from here....The next time we have something to celebrate, we will be back to celebrate together....the three of us. Sound good?
Sounds perfect. Who'd know that you were such a poetic softie, huh?
Yeah, yeah...Don't tell anyone.
With that, the car starts pulling away slowly. Bobby and Jenny take one more look at the place as it disappears into their rear view mirror, not knowing when they'll be back. What they do know, however is that their friend Shawn will be there in spirit waiting for them....A beer in each hand and a group hug to follow.
Tulsa, OK
We come back to shot and see Bobby in a radio booth, flanked by Jenny. We hear the familiar voice of KTBZ-AM DJ Jeremie Poplin, a local presenter here. Bobby is looking uncomfortable, wearing a pair of Aviators to hide the state of his bloodshot eyes. He doesn't want anyone seeing underneath the mask right now.
OK folks we are back here on KTBZ-AM and I'm your host, Jeremie Poplin coming at you with anything that matters regarding sports. Onto Wrestling....Yeah, yeah I hear you all saying "it's fake" but this one has a little twist. We have a pretty big company coming out of Minnesota called Icon Championship Wrestling who just had their owner die! That really happened, right?
Bobby is silent and looks down.
No comment, that's cool, but buddy, this is radio. We talk here ok? Now regarding who I'm talking to. He was the best friend of said owner and the current Shooting Star Champion, Bobby "The Prodigal Icon" Barratt. Bobby, tell us a bit about yourself.
Bobby goes to speak, takes a second to compose himself and readjusts his glasses before addressing the large standing microphone on the table in front of him. The mask is on.
Tell you about myself? Buddy, if you'd done your research like a real fucking presenter, or if your producer had bothered prepping you today, you'd know who I am. I'm "The Prodigal Icon" Bobby Barratt! I am the current reigning and defending Shooting Star Champion, the man who unified the Shooting Star and Ironman Championships and the man who's in town this week to make sure Lucas "Fucktard" Reiter has a bad time!
The producer behind the glass of the soundbooth is horrified. This is a family station. Her head falls into her hands and she's fearing for her job.
Can we...Would you mind toning down the language and keeping it a little PG, my man?
You wanted The Prodigal Icon, you paid for my appearance...You got The Prodigal Icon! I don't change for anyone and I don't plan to. You lose your job? Not my problem...All it means is you hired the wrong guy. No those questions you're barely holding onto in those shaking, sweaty palms of yours....Let's hear em!
S-s-s-sure. Ok we had listeners tweet the station with their questions and we have a few to ask you, if you don't mind. We are going to start with Colin from right here in Tulsa. Colin asks:
"How do you feel about the alliance shift regarding Lucas Reiter and The Soviet Monster, Duke Kosloff?"
Colin it seems you did a little more research than this prick. Seems you know how to turn on your fucking TV...Well done. sarcastic clap So onto your question. Duke Kosloff. You made a big mistake, comrade! Not only did you disrespect my best friend not once, but twice in two weeks...You laid your hands on me. You managed to defeat that Penguin fella after I headed off to catch a flight and you think you can hang with the big boys now...Really? Duke you have a lot of shit to learn before you're even fit to lace my boots! So now your buddy boy, that jizz-guzzler Lucas Reiter throws you into a match with me and some of ICW's best. He figures that you can get a rub from this and pull your head out of your ass, maybe. Let's be clear right now. Duke Kosloff, the slider swallowing, vodka swilling, webcam abusing giant born in fire thinks he can stand toe to toe with the guy who at the time of his firing was ranked Number ONE in ICW? Mate come the end of Spectacle, that seven foot whatever frame is going to be down to about four foot nothing because I'm going to rip your legs off and beat you with them! You've seen the destruction that Bobby Barratt leaves when he's unhinged...This is unhinged! As for the alliance? Well I get it. Shawn and myself ruled that place. We were kings! Lucas got himself jealous, got scared when I got back and hired himself some dumb muscle. A puppet.
Thank you, Bobby. Next question comes from Lorna in Bartlesville. Lorna asks:
"How do you feel in regards to facing the top end of ICW in regards to talent this week?"
Ok, well I half answered this just, but Lorna do you think I give a fuck who I'm facing this week? Never have, never will. But it comes down to the fact that this week, the best and most able athletes in ICW step into that ring with a shot at the Tag Team Championships on the line. Now I have said it before, that I'm not a team guy, but we all know about the extra cash that comes with a title. Bobby Barratt wants some of that action. We see Jack Diamond, Bret Stetson, El Cazador, Chaos Kid and myself all in that ring. It's a gauntlet for whoever fancies it, it truly is. We are expected to knock fuck out of each other for the night and then team together at an unannounced date in the future to lift those titles from ICW's premier bickering couple. Reiter really is deranged, right? When it all boils down to it, the end of that match? Spoiler alert...Expect to see The Prodigal Icon in that ring with one hand raised.
Great answer! Now onto Terry...who is also from Tulsa. He wants to know:
"How are you dealing with the aftermath of the loss of the man that built ICW, Shawn Rossdale?"
Shawn Rossdale is....was...a great man. He....
I can't do this!
Bobby takes his headphones off, throwing them onto the table, standing up and heading right out of the door. He just cracked right there on the airwaves. All that is head is the thud of the headphones on the table, the slam of a door and people panicking to fill the dead air as Jenny follows him out of the door, worried as the scene fades.
We come back again at the BOK Center in Tulsa. Bobby Barratt is walking slowly along the side of the arena. Head down. He's alone so we can only assume that Jenny couldn't catch him. We see him lazily kick stones across the almost empty parking lot, thinking aloud.
Why is it that no matter what I do, where I go, that people just want to look at me with that look of fucking pity in their eyes? I don't want people to feel sorry for me. You know I have been doing enough of that myself lately. Shawn you know I need shit to help me sleep, shit to help me wake up and the last thing I need is some stranger asking if I'm ok. What am I going to do? Give me something, man!
Just then, Bobby rounds the corner and sees it. Almost like it was a sign.
An F-350. Not just any F-350, but the one owned by one half of the ICW Tag Team Champions, Duke Kosloff! Sitting there in the corner of the parking lot. The remains of three or four bottles of Premier Russian Vodka litter the ground around it. He must have been having a bit of a session. Just then we hear the footsteps and screaming of Jenny Stackhouse, who must have finally worked out where Bobby is.
Baby, thank heavens I found you! You have no idea how worried I was!
Come on! You know you don't have to worry about me, right?
I know...I just....I just don't know what I'd do if you didn't come home!
You'd be fine...Hey look...It's Comrade Kosloffs motor!
So? What are you....No, don't!
Too late. Bobby was already strolling away at a pace. Jenny struggling to keep up for some reason. Maybe it's the new Jimmy Choo's. Bobby starts by letting the tyres down on the truck. Flat.
Bobby, that's enough!
Bobby pretends not to hear her...He rubs his newly forming beard, pondering what to do next before swiftly snapping the wipers from the truck, tossing them away.
You might be immune to firing, baby but you're not immune to getting arrested again! Come on, baby!
He told me to do this!
Who did?
No answer, again. Bobby hops onto the hood of the truck, stamping a few dents into it before standing on top of the truck. He looks around for anyone who might see him before undoing his trousers and starting to relieve himself on top of Duke's truck!!!
Duke!! You thought it was amusing to defile my friends grave! Well here you go, you oversized fuck!! Monday Night Spectacle, you and six other guys are going to...
Do you have to?! Don't say it!!
FEEL THE BUUURRRNNNN!!!!
With that, Bobby finishes his business and fastens his trousers. As soon as he finishes his task, he hears the sound of footsteps approaching. Security must have been watching on the cameras!!
Run!!
Bobby takes off, expecting Jenny to keep up as she normally would, but she's still lagging behind a little!
Go!! I didn't do anything they can't hold me!
Bobby turns around, realising the situation and knowing Jenny is right, he takes off at full pace, scaling a fence and hopping into a back alley running adjacent as the scene fades.