Post by vastrix on May 3, 2021 1:08:53 GMT -5
In the skies high above Canada, we find our heroes, “Iron Bear” Joe Ghaven and Ethan Mills in a private jet. Joe has his gigantic brown sack next to him and he is rummaging through it while Ethan sips on some champagne provided by a stewardess.
Ethan Mills: You know, it was awful nice of Walter Whezl to get us to our destination in his private jet AND with a stay at a local hostel in Halifax! He’s a really generous man.
Joe stops rummaging through his bag as he pulls out a comically large three-foot-long sandwich that he takes a bite of. He chews thoughtfully and swallows.
Joe Ghaven: You know that he’s also putting his charge through the steps that he needs to demolish me. Right? We’ve done how much training?
Ethan Mills: You fucked that whore. Isn’t that some kind of training? Cardio!
Joe shakes his head with a smile.
Joe Ghaven: I might have had sex with Fanny, but that was a pleasure and not really “working out”. We were going to train by beating up some bad guys. That didn’t happen.
Ethan Mills: Is it my fault that Whezl felt bad and offered us a ride to Halifax so that we didn’t have to rob some bad guys?
Joe Ghaven: We could have made it on our own merit, but you chose the easy way. You know that he’s called you uneducated?
Ethan Mills: The joke’s on him. Who is getting a free ride and place to stay in Halifax? Not him.
Joe laughs, spitting out bits of a sandwich as he does so.
Joe Ghaven: I suppose that is true.
Ethan stops the stewardess, who had just refilled his champagne.
Ethan Mills: You don’t have anything to eat on this dump. Do you? Like maybe some kind of caviar and crackers?
The Stewardess walks away to get Ethan just that, yelping a bit as Ethan smacks her on the ass.
Joe Ghaven: You know that you’re abusing this ride? Mr. Whezl didn’t say we could fly in his private jet with all of the amenities.
Ethan just shrugs.
Ethan Mills: She seems to be serving us just fine. Well, serving me. Why not make Whezl pay through the nose if he’s going to flaunt his wealth like this. You know he offered a couple of hundred bucks for you so that you could do some menial work around his estates. Might be a good thing for you.
Joe gestures angrily with his sandwich, getting a pickle or two on Ethan, who wipes them off quickly.
Joe Ghaven: You know I’m a pro wrestler at heart. Nothing else will do!
Ethan Mills: Maybe he can take you on as a wrestler like Steel? Mold you into something. I’m not really into that molding shit and stuff. I just make sure that you have bookings. Heh, maybe I could be his assistant? Him the trainer and me the manager.
Joe Ghaven: I don’t think that would be something that he wants. The way he phrased it, he thinks that you’re an idiot and he wants me out of wrestling.
Ethan Mills: Are you sure that he phrased it like that? I’ll talk to him after you’ve defeated his Colossus and see where he’s leaning. He can afford a few thousand dollars for signing you on as a client.
The stewardess brings Ethan a platter of caviar, crackers, cheeses, meats, and different fruits/vegetables. Ethan smiles wide at the spread, placing his hand on the back of the stewardess’s thigh just below the hem of her skirt.
Ethan Mills: Thanks, honey. You looking to get a tip for all of your hard work? I mean I don’t have any money, but I do have a good tip for you. The tip of my dick!
*SMACK!*
The stewardess smacks Ethan across the face, leaving a red handprint. She walks away in a huff, leaving Ethan to rub his face with a stunned expression.
Ethan Mills: She wants me.
Joe raises an eyebrow, still working on his sandwich.
Joe Ghaven: I think that you might have been detached from reality from that hit. I would hazard a guess that we might not see her the rest of the flight to Halifax.
Ethan shrugs and starts eating at the spread that the waitress brought to him.
Ethan Mills: You know what? You’re going to kick Steel’s ass.
Joe Ghaven: He’s the Colossus now.
Ethan Mills: Whatever the fuck his name is. Whezl already has us defeated in the middle of the ring by his monster. I would lay odds that I am going to win this match.
Joe Ghaven: You? Are you wrestling against the Colossus?
Ethan cocks his head, looking at Joe as if he had grown a second head on his shoulders.
Ethan Mills: When you win this match. I know what I said. Heck, I’d be willing to wager your contract on it. If the Colossus wins. Whezl can have you.
Joe Ghaven: Really?
Ethan Mills: No, not really. I’m not a fucking idiot. If I were to say something like that then they would find a way to cheat to win the match and then I would be losing your contract for certain.
Joe Ghaven: That would be about the extent of it, which is why I questioned you.
Ethan Mills: Fuck it. You know what? I’m going to go see if that stewardess will let me fuck her. I have a little blow leftover from the strip club. That always opens legs.
Joe shakes his head, finishing up his sandwich and wiping his hands on his pants.
Joe Ghaven: She’s gonna turn you down.
Ethan Mills: Just like if, for some reason, the Colossus defeats you in the ring. You just pick yourself up and try again.
Ethan Mills gets up and leaves the area to find out where the stewardess has gone to hide. It isn’t long before Joe hears an outraged scream and an extra loud *SMACK!*. Joe chuckles to himself.
Joe Ghaven: Told ya so.
Ethan Mills: You know, it was awful nice of Walter Whezl to get us to our destination in his private jet AND with a stay at a local hostel in Halifax! He’s a really generous man.
Joe stops rummaging through his bag as he pulls out a comically large three-foot-long sandwich that he takes a bite of. He chews thoughtfully and swallows.
Joe Ghaven: You know that he’s also putting his charge through the steps that he needs to demolish me. Right? We’ve done how much training?
Ethan Mills: You fucked that whore. Isn’t that some kind of training? Cardio!
Joe shakes his head with a smile.
Joe Ghaven: I might have had sex with Fanny, but that was a pleasure and not really “working out”. We were going to train by beating up some bad guys. That didn’t happen.
Ethan Mills: Is it my fault that Whezl felt bad and offered us a ride to Halifax so that we didn’t have to rob some bad guys?
Joe Ghaven: We could have made it on our own merit, but you chose the easy way. You know that he’s called you uneducated?
Ethan Mills: The joke’s on him. Who is getting a free ride and place to stay in Halifax? Not him.
Joe laughs, spitting out bits of a sandwich as he does so.
Joe Ghaven: I suppose that is true.
Ethan stops the stewardess, who had just refilled his champagne.
Ethan Mills: You don’t have anything to eat on this dump. Do you? Like maybe some kind of caviar and crackers?
The Stewardess walks away to get Ethan just that, yelping a bit as Ethan smacks her on the ass.
Joe Ghaven: You know that you’re abusing this ride? Mr. Whezl didn’t say we could fly in his private jet with all of the amenities.
Ethan just shrugs.
Ethan Mills: She seems to be serving us just fine. Well, serving me. Why not make Whezl pay through the nose if he’s going to flaunt his wealth like this. You know he offered a couple of hundred bucks for you so that you could do some menial work around his estates. Might be a good thing for you.
Joe gestures angrily with his sandwich, getting a pickle or two on Ethan, who wipes them off quickly.
Joe Ghaven: You know I’m a pro wrestler at heart. Nothing else will do!
Ethan Mills: Maybe he can take you on as a wrestler like Steel? Mold you into something. I’m not really into that molding shit and stuff. I just make sure that you have bookings. Heh, maybe I could be his assistant? Him the trainer and me the manager.
Joe Ghaven: I don’t think that would be something that he wants. The way he phrased it, he thinks that you’re an idiot and he wants me out of wrestling.
Ethan Mills: Are you sure that he phrased it like that? I’ll talk to him after you’ve defeated his Colossus and see where he’s leaning. He can afford a few thousand dollars for signing you on as a client.
The stewardess brings Ethan a platter of caviar, crackers, cheeses, meats, and different fruits/vegetables. Ethan smiles wide at the spread, placing his hand on the back of the stewardess’s thigh just below the hem of her skirt.
Ethan Mills: Thanks, honey. You looking to get a tip for all of your hard work? I mean I don’t have any money, but I do have a good tip for you. The tip of my dick!
*SMACK!*
The stewardess smacks Ethan across the face, leaving a red handprint. She walks away in a huff, leaving Ethan to rub his face with a stunned expression.
Ethan Mills: She wants me.
Joe raises an eyebrow, still working on his sandwich.
Joe Ghaven: I think that you might have been detached from reality from that hit. I would hazard a guess that we might not see her the rest of the flight to Halifax.
Ethan shrugs and starts eating at the spread that the waitress brought to him.
Ethan Mills: You know what? You’re going to kick Steel’s ass.
Joe Ghaven: He’s the Colossus now.
Ethan Mills: Whatever the fuck his name is. Whezl already has us defeated in the middle of the ring by his monster. I would lay odds that I am going to win this match.
Joe Ghaven: You? Are you wrestling against the Colossus?
Ethan cocks his head, looking at Joe as if he had grown a second head on his shoulders.
Ethan Mills: When you win this match. I know what I said. Heck, I’d be willing to wager your contract on it. If the Colossus wins. Whezl can have you.
Joe Ghaven: Really?
Ethan Mills: No, not really. I’m not a fucking idiot. If I were to say something like that then they would find a way to cheat to win the match and then I would be losing your contract for certain.
Joe Ghaven: That would be about the extent of it, which is why I questioned you.
Ethan Mills: Fuck it. You know what? I’m going to go see if that stewardess will let me fuck her. I have a little blow leftover from the strip club. That always opens legs.
Joe shakes his head, finishing up his sandwich and wiping his hands on his pants.
Joe Ghaven: She’s gonna turn you down.
Ethan Mills: Just like if, for some reason, the Colossus defeats you in the ring. You just pick yourself up and try again.
Ethan Mills gets up and leaves the area to find out where the stewardess has gone to hide. It isn’t long before Joe hears an outraged scream and an extra loud *SMACK!*. Joe chuckles to himself.
Joe Ghaven: Told ya so.
