"If I Wanted Easy I’d Go Be a Fuckin’ Accountant"
Dec 21, 2020 21:59:42 GMT -5
Oh-Oh, The Colossus, and 1 more like this
Post by Joseph Mack on Dec 21, 2020 21:59:42 GMT -5
“Whatcha got there?”
Liam Beesley’s voice can be heard through the tablet propped up on Joseph Mack’s kitchen table, the grappler sitting down facing it as he finishes the last bite of his meal.
“My folks sent me a breakfast sandwich maker, early Christmas present. Fried egg, sliced turkey, cheese, english muffin.”
“Sounds tasty. You don’t usually eat before you go do cardio though.”
Mack wipes his mouth with a napkin before finishing off the cup of coffee next to him.
“Already done, early start today.”
The smirk can be heard in Beesley’s voice.
“Oh yeah? Roadwork or blonde?”
Mack grins just a little.
“Her hair was pink, actually. Then roadwork. She had to be up early so, y’know, might as well start the day.”
"Pink? Where do you find girls with pink hair?"
"She works out at my gym. Was telling me she had nothing to do last night, roommate already left to go see family in Gaspé, she was bored... you know how it goes."
“The joys of being young. You gonna give me any more details?"
Mack smirks and shakes his head slowly.
"Nah, I figure you can piece the rest together."
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about this tag match you’re in on New Year’s Eve. You and Brian Chase against Jesse Jamester and Scott fuckin’ Steel. This isn’t gonna be a walk in the park, kid.”
Mack’s grin fades a bit as he leans back in his chair, shrugging his shoulders.
“Do I look like the kinda mothafucka who tiptoes through the tulips, Liam? They’re gonna be lookin’ to maim and shit, I get it. If I wanted easy I’d go be a fuckin’ accountant or something.”
“Alright, just making sure you know what you’re getting into. Jamester’s been at this for a long, long time. Don’t let the mask make you think he’s just some kinda weirdo, he’s gonna have some tricks up his sleeve. And Scott Steel… the man’s a wildcard-”
“A wildcard that can flip a city bus. Trust, I’m aware.”
“Point is, all he seems to care about is animals and fucking up anyone who gets near Eric Dane. And you put hands on Dane at Crowning of a Champion so be ready for him. You’re not gonna be able to match him for raw power, you’re gonna have to be quicker, have better technique, all that.”
“I get it. I ain’t gonna try to be stronger than him. Don’t need to be. I’mma look to finish him on the mat if I can, look for the guillotine. Even that dude needs to be able to breathe to fight.”
“Alright, good. And what do you know about your partner?”
“Chase? High flyer, catch guy too, right? Seemed capable when I met him the other night. Let him fly, do his thing. I’m the Abrams tank, he’s the air support.”
“You should be able to trust him to have your back. If nothing else he’s gonna want momentum going into the Cruiserweight Cup so he’s got plenty of reason to look for a win here too.”
Mack nods, the two men falling silent for a moment.
“So… you gonna want me at ringside for this?”
Mack pauses for a second before shaking his head.
“Nah. I appreciate having you to talk this shit out with, you know that, but I’m gonna walk down there on my own and do my thing. Well, walk down there with my tag partner but you get what I mean.”
“No no, I get you. Stand on your own feet, you’re more than capable. You just make sure you take care of business out there, eh? I’ll buy the first round after your match.”
Mack grins again.
“No offense Liam, but I’m gonna be hoping to spend New Year’s Eve with someone younger and a whole lot prettier than you. Anyway, I gotta go pick up groceries before the store gets nuts. Talk to you later.”
Mack reaches over to end the call before rising from the table, the shot fading out as he grabs his coat and heads for his door.
Liam Beesley’s voice can be heard through the tablet propped up on Joseph Mack’s kitchen table, the grappler sitting down facing it as he finishes the last bite of his meal.
“My folks sent me a breakfast sandwich maker, early Christmas present. Fried egg, sliced turkey, cheese, english muffin.”
“Sounds tasty. You don’t usually eat before you go do cardio though.”
Mack wipes his mouth with a napkin before finishing off the cup of coffee next to him.
“Already done, early start today.”
The smirk can be heard in Beesley’s voice.
“Oh yeah? Roadwork or blonde?”
Mack grins just a little.
“Her hair was pink, actually. Then roadwork. She had to be up early so, y’know, might as well start the day.”
"Pink? Where do you find girls with pink hair?"
"She works out at my gym. Was telling me she had nothing to do last night, roommate already left to go see family in Gaspé, she was bored... you know how it goes."
“The joys of being young. You gonna give me any more details?"
Mack smirks and shakes his head slowly.
"Nah, I figure you can piece the rest together."
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about this tag match you’re in on New Year’s Eve. You and Brian Chase against Jesse Jamester and Scott fuckin’ Steel. This isn’t gonna be a walk in the park, kid.”
Mack’s grin fades a bit as he leans back in his chair, shrugging his shoulders.
“Do I look like the kinda mothafucka who tiptoes through the tulips, Liam? They’re gonna be lookin’ to maim and shit, I get it. If I wanted easy I’d go be a fuckin’ accountant or something.”
“Alright, just making sure you know what you’re getting into. Jamester’s been at this for a long, long time. Don’t let the mask make you think he’s just some kinda weirdo, he’s gonna have some tricks up his sleeve. And Scott Steel… the man’s a wildcard-”
“A wildcard that can flip a city bus. Trust, I’m aware.”
“Point is, all he seems to care about is animals and fucking up anyone who gets near Eric Dane. And you put hands on Dane at Crowning of a Champion so be ready for him. You’re not gonna be able to match him for raw power, you’re gonna have to be quicker, have better technique, all that.”
“I get it. I ain’t gonna try to be stronger than him. Don’t need to be. I’mma look to finish him on the mat if I can, look for the guillotine. Even that dude needs to be able to breathe to fight.”
“Alright, good. And what do you know about your partner?”
“Chase? High flyer, catch guy too, right? Seemed capable when I met him the other night. Let him fly, do his thing. I’m the Abrams tank, he’s the air support.”
“You should be able to trust him to have your back. If nothing else he’s gonna want momentum going into the Cruiserweight Cup so he’s got plenty of reason to look for a win here too.”
Mack nods, the two men falling silent for a moment.
“So… you gonna want me at ringside for this?”
Mack pauses for a second before shaking his head.
“Nah. I appreciate having you to talk this shit out with, you know that, but I’m gonna walk down there on my own and do my thing. Well, walk down there with my tag partner but you get what I mean.”
“No no, I get you. Stand on your own feet, you’re more than capable. You just make sure you take care of business out there, eh? I’ll buy the first round after your match.”
Mack grins again.
“No offense Liam, but I’m gonna be hoping to spend New Year’s Eve with someone younger and a whole lot prettier than you. Anyway, I gotta go pick up groceries before the store gets nuts. Talk to you later.”
Mack reaches over to end the call before rising from the table, the shot fading out as he grabs his coat and heads for his door.