Post by vastrix on May 22, 2021 14:33:23 GMT -5
At a fancy restaurant in Halifax, “the Iron Bear” Joe Ghaven sits at a table with Ethan Mills. Joe is eating a plate of prime rib while Ethan has a plate of lobster Thermador. They also have a dozen plates of half-eaten appetizers. Both of them have gone through many alcoholic beverages while Ethan also has himself a bump of cocaine. They are also staying at the local five-star hotel with a fancy car that was valeted at the restaurant. Both of them are wearing tailored suits that likely cost thousands.
Ethan Mills: You know. It wasn’t that long ago that we were vagabonds. We hunted down criminals and robbed them to make our way across the country. Twisted little Robin Hoods. Look at us now! These white truffle fries are scrumptious. I tell you what.
Joe quaffs half a beer stein before giving a shrug and a bit of a frown.
Joe Ghaven: Yes, but why have we been showered with gifts and money? There must be some kind of underlying reason that the man sought us out.
Ethan sniffs loudly, his nose to his thumb, breathing in the white powder on it.
Ethan Mills: Who knows, man? I mean he just wants us, and by us I mean you, to wrestle to the best of your ability. There is the little bit of doing what he wants and when he wants us to do it. That’s not too bad for the fortune being thrust upon us, eh?
Joe Ghaven: I suppose. I just think that he might want us to do things that are wrong and then what are we to do? Say no? Would we be able to do that after taking his money?
Ethan Mills: You let me worry about the morality of the situation. Nothing is bad so long as it makes me money. I mean, makes us money.
Joe takes a large bite of the prime rib and chews it thoughtfully. He swallows his food before speaking.
Joe Ghaven: I guess that’s neither here nor there. I have a match coming up against several fellows with a shot at the Openweight champion on the line. Let’s see. I go up against Eron Hunter, Keith Williams, and Steve Awesome in a four-way match.
Ethan Mills doesn’t seem to be listening. Instead, he’s typing on his phone. Joe clears his throat and Ethan looks up at him.
Ethan Mills: What? I was texting the boss to see if he has any info on the people you’re facing in your match. Info is King, you know. We’ll just wait for the reports to roll in.
Ethan and Joe go back to enjoying their meal so it’s about ten minutes before the first text message comes in. Ethan looks at the text with a grin.
Ethan Mills: Oh that’s right. You have faced Eron Hunter in the ring before. He used to be called Lynx and was a pit fighter. Something I’m sure you’re used to. Didn’t you fight in like MMA or something before you met me?
Joe Ghaven: I wasn’t an official MMA fighter. I fought in bars, empty pools, parking garages, and the like while rich men bet on the outcome.
Ethan Mills: Oh, close enough. You’re experienced enough to take him. What about this Keith Williams chap? He’s some kind of champion in SWAT.
Joe makes a face and stabs his prime rib before cutting off a large hunk of the bloody meat.
Joe Ghaven: I don’t like Keith Williams. He has this “punch me” face. I think the way he treats women is horrible. I should “accidentally” kill him in the ring.
Ethan Mills: That brings us to the next person in the match. Steve Awesome. Boss says that his wife has shown some kind of interest in him and that you should kill him in the ring.
Joe frowns, eating the hunk of meat that he carved from the prime rib. He wipes the juices from his chin.
Joe Ghaven: Steve Awesome? He seems like a likable kind of guy. Why would I want to kill him in the ring?
Ethan Mills: Because he’s the boss and he says to kill him? With all this money it seems like it’s good enough for me.
Joe Ghaven: Then, I suppose that it’s good enough for me. I’ll crack his skull like an egg in that ring.
Ethan raises a glass of whiskey, clinking it against Joe’s massive mug of beer.
Ethan Mills: It’s good to be kept men.
Joe Ghaven: I suppose...I have my doubts.
Ethan Mills: You know. It wasn’t that long ago that we were vagabonds. We hunted down criminals and robbed them to make our way across the country. Twisted little Robin Hoods. Look at us now! These white truffle fries are scrumptious. I tell you what.
Joe quaffs half a beer stein before giving a shrug and a bit of a frown.
Joe Ghaven: Yes, but why have we been showered with gifts and money? There must be some kind of underlying reason that the man sought us out.
Ethan sniffs loudly, his nose to his thumb, breathing in the white powder on it.
Ethan Mills: Who knows, man? I mean he just wants us, and by us I mean you, to wrestle to the best of your ability. There is the little bit of doing what he wants and when he wants us to do it. That’s not too bad for the fortune being thrust upon us, eh?
Joe Ghaven: I suppose. I just think that he might want us to do things that are wrong and then what are we to do? Say no? Would we be able to do that after taking his money?
Ethan Mills: You let me worry about the morality of the situation. Nothing is bad so long as it makes me money. I mean, makes us money.
Joe takes a large bite of the prime rib and chews it thoughtfully. He swallows his food before speaking.
Joe Ghaven: I guess that’s neither here nor there. I have a match coming up against several fellows with a shot at the Openweight champion on the line. Let’s see. I go up against Eron Hunter, Keith Williams, and Steve Awesome in a four-way match.
Ethan Mills doesn’t seem to be listening. Instead, he’s typing on his phone. Joe clears his throat and Ethan looks up at him.
Ethan Mills: What? I was texting the boss to see if he has any info on the people you’re facing in your match. Info is King, you know. We’ll just wait for the reports to roll in.
Ethan and Joe go back to enjoying their meal so it’s about ten minutes before the first text message comes in. Ethan looks at the text with a grin.
Ethan Mills: Oh that’s right. You have faced Eron Hunter in the ring before. He used to be called Lynx and was a pit fighter. Something I’m sure you’re used to. Didn’t you fight in like MMA or something before you met me?
Joe Ghaven: I wasn’t an official MMA fighter. I fought in bars, empty pools, parking garages, and the like while rich men bet on the outcome.
Ethan Mills: Oh, close enough. You’re experienced enough to take him. What about this Keith Williams chap? He’s some kind of champion in SWAT.
Joe makes a face and stabs his prime rib before cutting off a large hunk of the bloody meat.
Joe Ghaven: I don’t like Keith Williams. He has this “punch me” face. I think the way he treats women is horrible. I should “accidentally” kill him in the ring.
Ethan Mills: That brings us to the next person in the match. Steve Awesome. Boss says that his wife has shown some kind of interest in him and that you should kill him in the ring.
Joe frowns, eating the hunk of meat that he carved from the prime rib. He wipes the juices from his chin.
Joe Ghaven: Steve Awesome? He seems like a likable kind of guy. Why would I want to kill him in the ring?
Ethan Mills: Because he’s the boss and he says to kill him? With all this money it seems like it’s good enough for me.
Joe Ghaven: Then, I suppose that it’s good enough for me. I’ll crack his skull like an egg in that ring.
Ethan raises a glass of whiskey, clinking it against Joe’s massive mug of beer.
Ethan Mills: It’s good to be kept men.
Joe Ghaven: I suppose...I have my doubts.
