Post by vastrix on May 6, 2021 0:48:24 GMT -5
At a local hostel in Halifax, “Iron Bear” Joe Ghaven and Ethan Mills lay in a bunk bed. Ethan is on the top bunk to avoid being crushed by his much heavier client. Ethan, naturally, has his nose in a small container where he snorts up some coke.
Ethan Mills: You know what, Joe? This shit ain’t bad at all. You think that maybe this Whezl guy will still help us out with travel and lodging after you kick his client’s ass? I mean, it’s given me...I mean us, more money for the finer things in life.
Joe Ghaven: Like coke? I thought we were broke?
Ethan Mills: It’s all in how you look at it, Joe. I couldn’t buy drugs if we had to rob some criminals to make up the money to get here! I suppose we could have robbed the drug dealer to get all of his drugs and keep the money as well, but that’s neither here nor there, man. No, I was...we were just broke enough that the Whezl’s helping hand came in the nick of time.
Joe Ghaven: You know that Whezl thinks that he’s bought and paid for us, right? That he owns us like we’re cattle or something.
Ethan sits up straight, nearly spilling his drugs in the process. He is silent as he buries his nose in the drugs and breathes in deep through his nose.
Ethan Mills: That mother fucker thinks we’re for sale? I mean, we kind of are for sale. Does he think he bought us for just a plane ride here and a stay at a hostel? Why the nerve of that mother fucker!
Joe Ghaven: You also availed yourself of plenty of booze and food while on the plane and the same here to be charged to his account. You also tried to screw his stewardess.
Ethan Mills: You know what? I guess you’re right. Maybe you should throw the match so that he takes us under his wing to keep us happy? We could be kept men!
Joe Ghaven: Yeah, I’m thinking no. Whezl said that he had plans to use me in a non-wrestling application. Lord knows what he would do with you since he has run down your name many times.
Joe sits up and reaches into his great sack, drawing out a fairly large weight that others might use as a bench press with there being so much weight on it. He begins to do curls with one arm, sneering with the effort of doing the workout.
Joe Ghaven: Besides, Scott Steel, or the Colossus, would like it if we just gave him the match. I’m going to go in there and do my very best to try to defeat him. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. I won’t punish myself for doing my very best. You know?
Ethan might have heard Joe speaking, he might not have with all the coke he’s snorting up on his bed.
Joe Ghaven: How much coke did you buy?
Ethan Mills: I bought enough? Incidentally, did you know that the Whezl guy has some cash just “laying around” in his private plane?
Joe Ghaven: You found money just laying around in his plane?
Ethan Mills: If it wasn’t meant for me to find and spend on drugs, then it would not have been left in a safe that was masquerading as a table, now would it? It was a simple thing to crack the code with my stethoscope. Do you, do you want some coke?
Though Ethan definitely can’t hear or see it, Joe is rolling his eyes right now.
Joe Ghaven: I don’t do coke, Ethan. We talked about this. Though I do wonder...you have the Mills family name. Are you related to Greg Adkins?
This time, Ethan peers over the side of the bed to look at Joe with a quizzical look.
Ethan Mills: I ain’t no Adkins. What are you talking about, man?
Joe Ghaven: Greg Adkins’ official name would have been Greg Mills had his father stuck around. His father is Thomas Mills, but he has gone by Troy Adkins for a long time. So Greg decided that his stage name should be Greg Adkins. Are you related to that family?
Ethan Mills: I didn’t follow half of what you just said there. Adkins who is really a Mills, but something something Adkins? I have no idea if I am related to him or not? I mean, I might be? I have some brothers that I don’t know the names of. Or, was it cousins? Fuck! I don’t know. Why do you wanna know?
Joe Ghaven: Just curious.
Joe finishes a set of curls with one arm and then switches to the other.
Joe Ghaven: I’m going to go get dinner. You have any of that stolen money left?
Ethan drops down a fifty dollar bill to Joe, who puts the weight back into his large sack. He stands up, towering over the beds to be able to see the few other travelers in the hostel.
Ethan Mills: Bring me back some lobster thermadore.
Joe Ghaven: You might be lucky to get some poutine.
Ethan Mills: The fuck is a poutine?
Joe Ghaven: Look it up!
Joe leaves the sleeping area to head for the restaurant area of the hostel. Ethan goes back to snorting coke with a wide grin.
Ethan Mills: The fucker is rich anyway. He didn’t miss the money.
Ethan Mills: You know what, Joe? This shit ain’t bad at all. You think that maybe this Whezl guy will still help us out with travel and lodging after you kick his client’s ass? I mean, it’s given me...I mean us, more money for the finer things in life.
Joe Ghaven: Like coke? I thought we were broke?
Ethan Mills: It’s all in how you look at it, Joe. I couldn’t buy drugs if we had to rob some criminals to make up the money to get here! I suppose we could have robbed the drug dealer to get all of his drugs and keep the money as well, but that’s neither here nor there, man. No, I was...we were just broke enough that the Whezl’s helping hand came in the nick of time.
Joe Ghaven: You know that Whezl thinks that he’s bought and paid for us, right? That he owns us like we’re cattle or something.
Ethan sits up straight, nearly spilling his drugs in the process. He is silent as he buries his nose in the drugs and breathes in deep through his nose.
Ethan Mills: That mother fucker thinks we’re for sale? I mean, we kind of are for sale. Does he think he bought us for just a plane ride here and a stay at a hostel? Why the nerve of that mother fucker!
Joe Ghaven: You also availed yourself of plenty of booze and food while on the plane and the same here to be charged to his account. You also tried to screw his stewardess.
Ethan Mills: You know what? I guess you’re right. Maybe you should throw the match so that he takes us under his wing to keep us happy? We could be kept men!
Joe Ghaven: Yeah, I’m thinking no. Whezl said that he had plans to use me in a non-wrestling application. Lord knows what he would do with you since he has run down your name many times.
Joe sits up and reaches into his great sack, drawing out a fairly large weight that others might use as a bench press with there being so much weight on it. He begins to do curls with one arm, sneering with the effort of doing the workout.
Joe Ghaven: Besides, Scott Steel, or the Colossus, would like it if we just gave him the match. I’m going to go in there and do my very best to try to defeat him. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. I won’t punish myself for doing my very best. You know?
Ethan might have heard Joe speaking, he might not have with all the coke he’s snorting up on his bed.
Joe Ghaven: How much coke did you buy?
Ethan Mills: I bought enough? Incidentally, did you know that the Whezl guy has some cash just “laying around” in his private plane?
Joe Ghaven: You found money just laying around in his plane?
Ethan Mills: If it wasn’t meant for me to find and spend on drugs, then it would not have been left in a safe that was masquerading as a table, now would it? It was a simple thing to crack the code with my stethoscope. Do you, do you want some coke?
Though Ethan definitely can’t hear or see it, Joe is rolling his eyes right now.
Joe Ghaven: I don’t do coke, Ethan. We talked about this. Though I do wonder...you have the Mills family name. Are you related to Greg Adkins?
This time, Ethan peers over the side of the bed to look at Joe with a quizzical look.
Ethan Mills: I ain’t no Adkins. What are you talking about, man?
Joe Ghaven: Greg Adkins’ official name would have been Greg Mills had his father stuck around. His father is Thomas Mills, but he has gone by Troy Adkins for a long time. So Greg decided that his stage name should be Greg Adkins. Are you related to that family?
Ethan Mills: I didn’t follow half of what you just said there. Adkins who is really a Mills, but something something Adkins? I have no idea if I am related to him or not? I mean, I might be? I have some brothers that I don’t know the names of. Or, was it cousins? Fuck! I don’t know. Why do you wanna know?
Joe Ghaven: Just curious.
Joe finishes a set of curls with one arm and then switches to the other.
Joe Ghaven: I’m going to go get dinner. You have any of that stolen money left?
Ethan drops down a fifty dollar bill to Joe, who puts the weight back into his large sack. He stands up, towering over the beds to be able to see the few other travelers in the hostel.
Ethan Mills: Bring me back some lobster thermadore.
Joe Ghaven: You might be lucky to get some poutine.
Ethan Mills: The fuck is a poutine?
Joe Ghaven: Look it up!
Joe leaves the sleeping area to head for the restaurant area of the hostel. Ethan goes back to snorting coke with a wide grin.
Ethan Mills: The fucker is rich anyway. He didn’t miss the money.
