Post by ShaggaliciousOne on Jan 21, 2019 22:38:36 GMT -5
Information
Name:
Jonny Bedlam
Height:
6'2
Weight:
220
Hometown:Dallas, TX
Alignment (Face - Heel - Neutral):
Face
Gimmick:
A crazy kinda loser type
Wrestling Style:
Similar to Sandman, with a hint of Judo/Kung Fu.
Pic Base:
Dan Stevens
Out of Ring Appearance:
Gray zip up hoodie and jeans
In Ring Appearance:
Entrance Music:
"Missing Link" by Dinosaur Jr. feat Del tha Funkee Homosapien
Entrance Description:
The opening riffs of "Missing Link" by Dinosaur Jr. featuring Del tha Funkee Homosapien start, smoke starts billowing out of the entryway, then Bedlam stalks out from the entrance.
He's wearing a gray hoodie with the hood up. Bedlam slides into the ring, quickly pops up and moves in a complete circle while pulling his hood down and giving the crazy eye. He takes the hoodie off and tosses it out of the ring.
Bedlam pounds his chest with his right fist, then with his left, then pumps both fists straight into the air three times and just leaves them there, staring downward, then slowly looks upwards and lets his arms fall sideways, spread.
Finishing Moves
1. Bethlem Royal Hospital (BRH) (Butterfly Kick) www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3sTXIEsmCs
2. The Arabian Facebuster (A tribute to his hero Sabu) (From the top turnbuckle with or without a chair) www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeNJg4hVSUQ
Signature Moves
The Red Dragon (Wrist to wrist double palm strike to the solar plexus, can come as some sort of strike reversal, very surprising.)
The Tazzmission/ Kata-ha Jime-(Sometimes Wayne Brady got to choke a bitch)
Sanity Drain (Peruvian Necktie) www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr35EenAo1Y
No Ticket!: A spring board wheel kick off the second rope, usually after an Irish whip.
WTF? I'm a Mack Truck: Jonny gets whipped to the ropes, bounces off of them and hits opponent who is charging at him with a flying side kick to the chest.
Regular Moves
1. Sleeperhold
2. Guillotine with scisssors
3. DDT
4. Armbars
4. Triangle hold
5. Several Judo Throws
6. Jumping Outside Crescent Kick (ala Booker T)
7. Various Kicks
8. Various Punches
Brief Bio:
Jonny is a Texan, a bit of trash talker, a party animal and he loves to get the fans involved. He always takes his matches to the next level.
Associates:
None
Rivals: None
Sample RP:
The Guilltoine ehh?
How about this?
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture [Jonny Bedlam]'s stature
For rhyme and for rapture,
got [broth]az resigning,
now master my style?
Never!
I put the f*cking buck in the wild
kid, I'm terror
Razor sharp I’ll sever
The Head from the Shoulders
Cuz I’m betta
Than my competta
You mean competitor?
WHATEVA!
-Method Man [Sort of]
---
::Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport::Monday, April 11, 2016::920AM::
Jonny is seated at terminal B22 waiting on his Flight to Logan at 10AM. He’s got a book laying in his lap closed. It’s well worn and obviously been read many times, In the Pit With Piper. Jonny is staring at the airplanes landing, quietly. Breathing in and out. He’s also seated so that he can people watch. Nothing particularly interesting yet. He feels a tap on his shoulder.
A shorter, round man in his 50s is staring at Jonny through rather thick glasses. “Hey there, uhh...I think I know you from somewhere. Do you...fight...wrestle?”
“You watch Fight One outta Lowell, Mass?” Jonny smiles.
“Yeah! Boy do I! I’m Fred! I’m from Somerville! Down here visiting my daughter, she’s nursin’ out in Fort Worth. It’s too damn hot for April man. Who are you in Fight One...you’re the guy with the uhh...looney bin from Britain...name?”
“Jonny Bedlam. Lovely to meet ya, Fred.”
“Yeah, I’ve always loved the wrasslin. Haven’t made it out Lowell way just yet, but seen ya on TV. You got a mighty fine product there.”
“Well, we’d love you to come out. It’s a huge party. We’re trying to beat Pats fans at tailgatin’. Tickets don’t cost too much either.”
“You, you’re a pretty good worker there, boy-o.”
“Thanks Fred. I appreciate it man.”
“Yeah, seen you wrestling all them girlies. You some kinda diddluh or somethin?”
Jonny loves how even the biggest marks in Massachusetts will bust your balls. “Haha, looks that way, don’t it. But I have no hand in the booking unfortunately.”
“I’m jest joshin ya kid. So you’re headin up now? Back to Lowell?”
“Yeah, i gotta match for the Vendetta title.”
“Ohh. Wow. That was quick, you’ve only been there a month or two and you already got a shot at the tag belts! Whose cork you sockin back there?”
“Haha, clearly the right one. I don’t know, I just have the brass line up at the glory hole. Hate lookin em in the eyes.”
Fred laughs a good hearty laugh. “Ya just never see a good company man like you anymore. Glad they aren’t extinct. But yeah, ain’t you going up against that Sally Talfourd? She’s a tough broad, had that belt almost a year it feels like. Bit of a piano mover that one.”
“Yeah, she pushed a lot of pianos around so far. Yeah, she’s been champ for a while. She’s had lot of good competition. I don’t know though, I’m kinda ready for it.”
“Kinda ready? You gotta be ready to go in there and slap the taste out of her mouth. You’ve been kickin some ass out there son. Why should it stop with her?”
“I don’t know Fred, I don’t like underestimating people. I put in quite a bit of work in the gym, I’ve prepared maniacally with my old trainer all this week. I went up against all his up and comers and got winded and smacked around. I haven’t had a drop to drink. I’ve gotten up and run 5 or 10 miles. Been doing handstand pushups and hindu squats enough to drive a man wild. Been doing all my kicks with 10 pound weights on each leg. Been calcifying my shins. Been eatin better. I’m ready...physically. I might be ready to fight 10 Sallys physically.”
“I don’t know if I’m oversteppin myself here Jonny, but it’s not all physical, is it?”
“Nah Fred, you are definitely right about that. There’s a lot of mental to it. There’s a lot of strategy, planning, storyboarding, gametape watching, scouting, all of it. I’ve watched every match of hers that I can get my hand on. I know her gallop. I know her stride. I know the general heights of her kicks and foot speed. She’s a hell cat in that ring. And I have no doubt she’s studied me too. But like they say, ‘everybody has a plan until you get punched in the mouth.’ I don’t have a plan for her. I’m just ready to flow into whatever she puts me through and she better be ready for the same. I’m going to try to feel it out there, like a good dancer. I’m going to respond to her movements and hopefully come out on top. At the same time, I’m not even sure of that. Sometimes it’s like Sal from Ready to Rumble said ‘Nobody expects you to attack the strongest part of the fort.’ I try to keep it to where they don’t know if I’ll DDT them or do a sombrero dance in the ring. Part and parcel of the Bedlam name I guess. I have my own mental games to bring to the table, and for the most part, they’ve served me well. I know I jumped around there a bit, but I’m excited. I’m ready to make that title mine.”
“You been crushing up Adderrall and snortin’ it like a Seahawk or something boy? Haha. Quoting friggin Ready to Rumble, jesus. Nah, i kinda see where you’re going there. You’re just progressing down every possible line and not holding on to any particular one like you studied for a big exam. Tryin not to hold on to any sort of plan of attack. Good choice.”
“Glad you think so. Hey, you seem like you know more than the average bear. Do you write for a dirt sheet or somethin?”
“I may,” Fred says, smiling back at Jonny.
“Ha, ya got me. You can use this if you want, I ain’t drunk.” Jonny punches Fred in the shoulder lightly. “You put one over one me there, congrats. A real Bill Apter!”
“Well as long as you don’t call me Meltzer. I’ll take any Apter reference as a compliment. Thanks so much Jonny boy. Well, would you like to go on more about the match? Talk a little more about Sally?”
“Yeah, I could go on for ages. Sally has faced great competition, but she hasn’t faced me my man. To her, I’m just another notch on the belt, no matter how much she tries to glorify me. To her, I’m just another of the thousand graves it takes to build her throne. Like she said, it’s the thrill of the chase...just me or the pack behind me. I feel like it’s all just numbers to her. I’m so much more than a number man. I feel like I am a force. Not to toot my own horn, but my merchandise sales aren’t shabby and I haven’t been there three months yet. I don’t hide from the people in the stands, I embrace them, I love this game as much as them because I was once one of them. I just feel like I’m a voice of the people in FightOne. I mingle with the people. I show up to tailgates with no security and hang out with everyone. I make Fight One more fun, more wild by being in it. I feel like my opponents aren’t going against me so much, as they are the will of the fans. They lift me up, they guide my movements. They animate me. They’re the electricity that shocks this Frankenstein monster into being. I live for them, I live for this business. My victory or defeat has to be a reflection of their will.”
“A regular Hulk Hogan with hair, ehh?”
“YOU GOT IT BROTHER!” Jonny responds with his best Hulkster impersonation, then does the ear taunt that everyone’s favorite skulleted orange man made famous.
“Well done, Jonny. Well done. Anything else?”
“Well Price is lookin good with the Sox. Glad he wound up there instead of the Yanks.”
“Yeah, for once, the bastards didn’t get one. Haha. Anything else?”
“That being said, I don’t know. I think I’d bring something much less stuffy and proper to the Vendetta title. I mean, it’s called the Vendetta title. A vendetta is “a prolonged bitter quarrel with or campaign against someone.” Yeah I looked it up. I googled it. That’s what I do. I may have even done it a few moments before I said it and pretended I was texting. Is constantly saying ‘you’re a great competitor’ and “i’m really gonna have to train hard’ in line with that? Does that yell the Medicis in Florence to you? Does that yell Harkonnens v. Atreides to you? Does that say Yankees v. Red Sox to you? Yeah, she’s got the ‘prolonged’ part down by holding the belt for long time. But where is the bitterness, where’s the quarrel? She’s mowing down Also-Rans by the dozen. This title needs some flavor. Some spice. Some bitter, even These feel like friendly matches before a tournament. Now me, I feel like Biggie Smalls when it comes to my legacy, “It’s type simple and plain to maintain, I add a little funk to the brain.” My matches so far, my actions so far, they have all been bloody and wild affairs. Not some in dojo friendly judo match. Serai Daniela and I have had a nasty war of words and fists already. I’ve already gotten into tussles with the Family on twitter. Bedlam is a name that belongs with the term Vendetta. Talfourd is a name that belongs with the term ‘Sweater Collection.’”
Jonny pauses for a moment and stares at Fred. Fred nods contemplatively.
“And Sally says that she’s got more on the line than I do? She has a shot at the big belt, and she’s got a pretty good shot to win it. She says she’ll be focused on this bout so that she can become the first dual champion, but holding your first title is always first and foremost in someone’s head. That gold will fill her eyes, her heart, and all of her being until she has a chance to fight for it. And let’s be real, she knows she’d fight harder if she lost this one and could focus only on the Big Belt. Will her focus be on defending it against me, when it’s her chance to move on to bigger and better things right down the road in plain sight? Maybe, but I doubt it. I doubt it very seriously. And for those reasons Freddie Boy, I’m ready. I’m ready to give her everything in that ring and I’m ready to start a new Chapter on the Vendetta title. I’m ready for it to be around my waist, and I’m pretty damn sure IT is ready to be on mine. So Sally, you and me kid, like I said on Twitter. You and me. The big dance. The Main Event. And I hope I can bring everything I got and take that thing off your waist. I fear nothing but failing my fans.”
Freddy smiles. “I like the cut of your jibe my man. I really do hope you get the job done.”
“Think that’s enough for a proper smark smear piece that the Internet Wrestling Community will use to shit on me for years to come?”
“That and more my friend.”
Jonny shakes Freddie’s hand. As he does, he hears “Hit the Road Jack” start playing from his cell phone.
---
Jonny has taken a few steps away from the terminal into a more private area. “Hey Moll, I guess you uhh...aren’t as mad?”
“I’ve processed it a little. I just want you to know...I hope you walk out of there a champ. I heard Killer called me a split tail though. Tell him I’m going to kick his ass.”
“Haha, why don’t you tell him yourself? I’m pretty sure you’d be at least a killer trash talkin’ manager if he trained you.”
“I take it too personal, might get thrown in jail for what I’d say.”
“Look Molly, I’m sorry I can’t…”
“Jonny, just don’t talk about it right now. This is pleasant. We’re being pleasant. That’s for later. Look, I just love watching you in the ring. I shouldn’t have tried to make it more than being a fan…”
“You’re talking about it…”
“I know, but I’m the girl, I get to change the rules.”
“Fair enough.”
“Any rate, I’ll be watching. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to say I had sex with a Fight One Vendetta champion later this week. Believe it or not, I am slightly proud of that.”
“Has a better ring than ‘I banged a Number One Contender’, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know, I think I’d be more of a Jerry Corley or Chuck Wepner girl than a Muhammad Ali one. Depends on the champ I guess.”
“Haha, I always pegged you for that.”
“Ohh honey, it’s me who does the pegging.”
“THE MOUTH on this one. Jeez. My virgin ears.”
“Your ears are too small to be anything but.”
“We should probably discontinue this line of inquiry, hadn’t we?”
“Yeah, probably for the best. When’s your flight?”
Jonny turns his phone away to look at the clock on the screen. “We start boarding soon.”
“Well, I’ll let you go. Good luck, and uhh..call me next time you’re in town...and preferably before then.”
“All right, I will. And uhh, I’m sorry. Just in general, for so many things.”
“You’re taking me somewhere nice next time I see you, you know that right?”
“Prime Rib Night at Golden Corral?”
“What else? Ok, I’ll except a little sorry right now. Enjoy your flight. Kick some ass. Hug Jimmy for him and tell him the baby’s his.”
“Haha, I will tell the poor bastard just that.”
“F*** you Jonny,” Molly says warmly. “Bye”
“See you around kid.”
Name:
Jonny Bedlam
Height:
6'2
Weight:
220
Hometown:Dallas, TX
Alignment (Face - Heel - Neutral):
Face
Gimmick:
A crazy kinda loser type
Wrestling Style:
Similar to Sandman, with a hint of Judo/Kung Fu.
Pic Base:
Dan Stevens
Out of Ring Appearance:
Gray zip up hoodie and jeans
In Ring Appearance:
Entrance Music:
"Missing Link" by Dinosaur Jr. feat Del tha Funkee Homosapien
Entrance Description:
The opening riffs of "Missing Link" by Dinosaur Jr. featuring Del tha Funkee Homosapien start, smoke starts billowing out of the entryway, then Bedlam stalks out from the entrance.
He's wearing a gray hoodie with the hood up. Bedlam slides into the ring, quickly pops up and moves in a complete circle while pulling his hood down and giving the crazy eye. He takes the hoodie off and tosses it out of the ring.
Bedlam pounds his chest with his right fist, then with his left, then pumps both fists straight into the air three times and just leaves them there, staring downward, then slowly looks upwards and lets his arms fall sideways, spread.
Finishing Moves
1. Bethlem Royal Hospital (BRH) (Butterfly Kick) www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3sTXIEsmCs
2. The Arabian Facebuster (A tribute to his hero Sabu) (From the top turnbuckle with or without a chair) www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeNJg4hVSUQ
Signature Moves
The Red Dragon (Wrist to wrist double palm strike to the solar plexus, can come as some sort of strike reversal, very surprising.)
The Tazzmission/ Kata-ha Jime-(Sometimes Wayne Brady got to choke a bitch)
Sanity Drain (Peruvian Necktie) www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr35EenAo1Y
No Ticket!: A spring board wheel kick off the second rope, usually after an Irish whip.
WTF? I'm a Mack Truck: Jonny gets whipped to the ropes, bounces off of them and hits opponent who is charging at him with a flying side kick to the chest.
Regular Moves
1. Sleeperhold
2. Guillotine with scisssors
3. DDT
4. Armbars
4. Triangle hold
5. Several Judo Throws
6. Jumping Outside Crescent Kick (ala Booker T)
7. Various Kicks
8. Various Punches
Brief Bio:
Jonny is a Texan, a bit of trash talker, a party animal and he loves to get the fans involved. He always takes his matches to the next level.
Associates:
None
Rivals: None
Sample RP:
The Guilltoine ehh?
How about this?
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture [Jonny Bedlam]'s stature
For rhyme and for rapture,
got [broth]az resigning,
now master my style?
Never!
I put the f*cking buck in the wild
kid, I'm terror
Razor sharp I’ll sever
The Head from the Shoulders
Cuz I’m betta
Than my competta
You mean competitor?
WHATEVA!
-Method Man [Sort of]
---
::Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport::Monday, April 11, 2016::920AM::
Jonny is seated at terminal B22 waiting on his Flight to Logan at 10AM. He’s got a book laying in his lap closed. It’s well worn and obviously been read many times, In the Pit With Piper. Jonny is staring at the airplanes landing, quietly. Breathing in and out. He’s also seated so that he can people watch. Nothing particularly interesting yet. He feels a tap on his shoulder.
A shorter, round man in his 50s is staring at Jonny through rather thick glasses. “Hey there, uhh...I think I know you from somewhere. Do you...fight...wrestle?”
“You watch Fight One outta Lowell, Mass?” Jonny smiles.
“Yeah! Boy do I! I’m Fred! I’m from Somerville! Down here visiting my daughter, she’s nursin’ out in Fort Worth. It’s too damn hot for April man. Who are you in Fight One...you’re the guy with the uhh...looney bin from Britain...name?”
“Jonny Bedlam. Lovely to meet ya, Fred.”
“Yeah, I’ve always loved the wrasslin. Haven’t made it out Lowell way just yet, but seen ya on TV. You got a mighty fine product there.”
“Well, we’d love you to come out. It’s a huge party. We’re trying to beat Pats fans at tailgatin’. Tickets don’t cost too much either.”
“You, you’re a pretty good worker there, boy-o.”
“Thanks Fred. I appreciate it man.”
“Yeah, seen you wrestling all them girlies. You some kinda diddluh or somethin?”
Jonny loves how even the biggest marks in Massachusetts will bust your balls. “Haha, looks that way, don’t it. But I have no hand in the booking unfortunately.”
“I’m jest joshin ya kid. So you’re headin up now? Back to Lowell?”
“Yeah, i gotta match for the Vendetta title.”
“Ohh. Wow. That was quick, you’ve only been there a month or two and you already got a shot at the tag belts! Whose cork you sockin back there?”
“Haha, clearly the right one. I don’t know, I just have the brass line up at the glory hole. Hate lookin em in the eyes.”
Fred laughs a good hearty laugh. “Ya just never see a good company man like you anymore. Glad they aren’t extinct. But yeah, ain’t you going up against that Sally Talfourd? She’s a tough broad, had that belt almost a year it feels like. Bit of a piano mover that one.”
“Yeah, she pushed a lot of pianos around so far. Yeah, she’s been champ for a while. She’s had lot of good competition. I don’t know though, I’m kinda ready for it.”
“Kinda ready? You gotta be ready to go in there and slap the taste out of her mouth. You’ve been kickin some ass out there son. Why should it stop with her?”
“I don’t know Fred, I don’t like underestimating people. I put in quite a bit of work in the gym, I’ve prepared maniacally with my old trainer all this week. I went up against all his up and comers and got winded and smacked around. I haven’t had a drop to drink. I’ve gotten up and run 5 or 10 miles. Been doing handstand pushups and hindu squats enough to drive a man wild. Been doing all my kicks with 10 pound weights on each leg. Been calcifying my shins. Been eatin better. I’m ready...physically. I might be ready to fight 10 Sallys physically.”
“I don’t know if I’m oversteppin myself here Jonny, but it’s not all physical, is it?”
“Nah Fred, you are definitely right about that. There’s a lot of mental to it. There’s a lot of strategy, planning, storyboarding, gametape watching, scouting, all of it. I’ve watched every match of hers that I can get my hand on. I know her gallop. I know her stride. I know the general heights of her kicks and foot speed. She’s a hell cat in that ring. And I have no doubt she’s studied me too. But like they say, ‘everybody has a plan until you get punched in the mouth.’ I don’t have a plan for her. I’m just ready to flow into whatever she puts me through and she better be ready for the same. I’m going to try to feel it out there, like a good dancer. I’m going to respond to her movements and hopefully come out on top. At the same time, I’m not even sure of that. Sometimes it’s like Sal from Ready to Rumble said ‘Nobody expects you to attack the strongest part of the fort.’ I try to keep it to where they don’t know if I’ll DDT them or do a sombrero dance in the ring. Part and parcel of the Bedlam name I guess. I have my own mental games to bring to the table, and for the most part, they’ve served me well. I know I jumped around there a bit, but I’m excited. I’m ready to make that title mine.”
“You been crushing up Adderrall and snortin’ it like a Seahawk or something boy? Haha. Quoting friggin Ready to Rumble, jesus. Nah, i kinda see where you’re going there. You’re just progressing down every possible line and not holding on to any particular one like you studied for a big exam. Tryin not to hold on to any sort of plan of attack. Good choice.”
“Glad you think so. Hey, you seem like you know more than the average bear. Do you write for a dirt sheet or somethin?”
“I may,” Fred says, smiling back at Jonny.
“Ha, ya got me. You can use this if you want, I ain’t drunk.” Jonny punches Fred in the shoulder lightly. “You put one over one me there, congrats. A real Bill Apter!”
“Well as long as you don’t call me Meltzer. I’ll take any Apter reference as a compliment. Thanks so much Jonny boy. Well, would you like to go on more about the match? Talk a little more about Sally?”
“Yeah, I could go on for ages. Sally has faced great competition, but she hasn’t faced me my man. To her, I’m just another notch on the belt, no matter how much she tries to glorify me. To her, I’m just another of the thousand graves it takes to build her throne. Like she said, it’s the thrill of the chase...just me or the pack behind me. I feel like it’s all just numbers to her. I’m so much more than a number man. I feel like I am a force. Not to toot my own horn, but my merchandise sales aren’t shabby and I haven’t been there three months yet. I don’t hide from the people in the stands, I embrace them, I love this game as much as them because I was once one of them. I just feel like I’m a voice of the people in FightOne. I mingle with the people. I show up to tailgates with no security and hang out with everyone. I make Fight One more fun, more wild by being in it. I feel like my opponents aren’t going against me so much, as they are the will of the fans. They lift me up, they guide my movements. They animate me. They’re the electricity that shocks this Frankenstein monster into being. I live for them, I live for this business. My victory or defeat has to be a reflection of their will.”
“A regular Hulk Hogan with hair, ehh?”
“YOU GOT IT BROTHER!” Jonny responds with his best Hulkster impersonation, then does the ear taunt that everyone’s favorite skulleted orange man made famous.
“Well done, Jonny. Well done. Anything else?”
“Well Price is lookin good with the Sox. Glad he wound up there instead of the Yanks.”
“Yeah, for once, the bastards didn’t get one. Haha. Anything else?”
“That being said, I don’t know. I think I’d bring something much less stuffy and proper to the Vendetta title. I mean, it’s called the Vendetta title. A vendetta is “a prolonged bitter quarrel with or campaign against someone.” Yeah I looked it up. I googled it. That’s what I do. I may have even done it a few moments before I said it and pretended I was texting. Is constantly saying ‘you’re a great competitor’ and “i’m really gonna have to train hard’ in line with that? Does that yell the Medicis in Florence to you? Does that yell Harkonnens v. Atreides to you? Does that say Yankees v. Red Sox to you? Yeah, she’s got the ‘prolonged’ part down by holding the belt for long time. But where is the bitterness, where’s the quarrel? She’s mowing down Also-Rans by the dozen. This title needs some flavor. Some spice. Some bitter, even These feel like friendly matches before a tournament. Now me, I feel like Biggie Smalls when it comes to my legacy, “It’s type simple and plain to maintain, I add a little funk to the brain.” My matches so far, my actions so far, they have all been bloody and wild affairs. Not some in dojo friendly judo match. Serai Daniela and I have had a nasty war of words and fists already. I’ve already gotten into tussles with the Family on twitter. Bedlam is a name that belongs with the term Vendetta. Talfourd is a name that belongs with the term ‘Sweater Collection.’”
Jonny pauses for a moment and stares at Fred. Fred nods contemplatively.
“And Sally says that she’s got more on the line than I do? She has a shot at the big belt, and she’s got a pretty good shot to win it. She says she’ll be focused on this bout so that she can become the first dual champion, but holding your first title is always first and foremost in someone’s head. That gold will fill her eyes, her heart, and all of her being until she has a chance to fight for it. And let’s be real, she knows she’d fight harder if she lost this one and could focus only on the Big Belt. Will her focus be on defending it against me, when it’s her chance to move on to bigger and better things right down the road in plain sight? Maybe, but I doubt it. I doubt it very seriously. And for those reasons Freddie Boy, I’m ready. I’m ready to give her everything in that ring and I’m ready to start a new Chapter on the Vendetta title. I’m ready for it to be around my waist, and I’m pretty damn sure IT is ready to be on mine. So Sally, you and me kid, like I said on Twitter. You and me. The big dance. The Main Event. And I hope I can bring everything I got and take that thing off your waist. I fear nothing but failing my fans.”
Freddy smiles. “I like the cut of your jibe my man. I really do hope you get the job done.”
“Think that’s enough for a proper smark smear piece that the Internet Wrestling Community will use to shit on me for years to come?”
“That and more my friend.”
Jonny shakes Freddie’s hand. As he does, he hears “Hit the Road Jack” start playing from his cell phone.
---
Jonny has taken a few steps away from the terminal into a more private area. “Hey Moll, I guess you uhh...aren’t as mad?”
“I’ve processed it a little. I just want you to know...I hope you walk out of there a champ. I heard Killer called me a split tail though. Tell him I’m going to kick his ass.”
“Haha, why don’t you tell him yourself? I’m pretty sure you’d be at least a killer trash talkin’ manager if he trained you.”
“I take it too personal, might get thrown in jail for what I’d say.”
“Look Molly, I’m sorry I can’t…”
“Jonny, just don’t talk about it right now. This is pleasant. We’re being pleasant. That’s for later. Look, I just love watching you in the ring. I shouldn’t have tried to make it more than being a fan…”
“You’re talking about it…”
“I know, but I’m the girl, I get to change the rules.”
“Fair enough.”
“Any rate, I’ll be watching. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to say I had sex with a Fight One Vendetta champion later this week. Believe it or not, I am slightly proud of that.”
“Has a better ring than ‘I banged a Number One Contender’, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know, I think I’d be more of a Jerry Corley or Chuck Wepner girl than a Muhammad Ali one. Depends on the champ I guess.”
“Haha, I always pegged you for that.”
“Ohh honey, it’s me who does the pegging.”
“THE MOUTH on this one. Jeez. My virgin ears.”
“Your ears are too small to be anything but.”
“We should probably discontinue this line of inquiry, hadn’t we?”
“Yeah, probably for the best. When’s your flight?”
Jonny turns his phone away to look at the clock on the screen. “We start boarding soon.”
“Well, I’ll let you go. Good luck, and uhh..call me next time you’re in town...and preferably before then.”
“All right, I will. And uhh, I’m sorry. Just in general, for so many things.”
“You’re taking me somewhere nice next time I see you, you know that right?”
“Prime Rib Night at Golden Corral?”
“What else? Ok, I’ll except a little sorry right now. Enjoy your flight. Kick some ass. Hug Jimmy for him and tell him the baby’s his.”
“Haha, I will tell the poor bastard just that.”
“F*** you Jonny,” Molly says warmly. “Bye”
“See you around kid.”