Post by Ezra Gideon on Jun 13, 2023 19:30:56 GMT -5
“Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.” — Nelson Mandela
[continued from Bam’s RP - adambarker1981.proboards.com/thread/16148/miller-time-brothers-keeper ]
I knew our janitor could hear the breaking of glass, because of the long dramatic sigh that everyone could hear. I looked over at Bam and he was wearing a smirk similar to my own.
Mac : You’ll have to excuse Joey, he’s a bit melodramatic.
Bam laughed a little as Joey showed up to clean up the mess that we had just made.
Bam: So, he’s a bitch.
Joey stared at us both for a moment before he started cleaning up the broken beer bottles. I winked at Bam and nodded.
Mac : Exactly.
I knew that Bam and I hanging out was good for us as a team, we really had a similar way of thinking and assessing situations. That would be helpful in tag matches but not really a measure of whether someone was trustworthy or not. The condition that he kept his Harley in was a sign of his character and love of two wheels. Could I trust him, just based on that? Nah, I’d known a lot of people who preferred two wheels but couldn’t be trusted. I knew my preferred way of testing people, was not always a true test but it had been the last two times I used it.
Mac: Hey, let’s take a little ride, there’s a tap house about five minutes away that has good food and the beer is colder than Joe Montuori’s heart.
Bam’s eyes lit up, just from my description.
Bam: Is that even possible?
Mac : Yes, yes it is.
I stepped away and rolled my v-rod out of the bay. A low whistle escaped Bam as he looked at my bike.
Bam: Dude
I chuckled quietly.
Mac : Indeed.
~5 minutes later, we found ourselves in the parking lot of my favorite dive bar. Walking into the barroom I spotted several opportunities right away. Like most men, Bam was on high alert when he entered the room. When you’re going somewhere for the first time, a smart man is wary of the surroundings. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him pat the pocket of his leather jacket. He smiled, confirming my thought that he was making sure his brick was still there. The bartender, Jey, saw me and smiled.
Jey: Mac attack! How have you been?
Mac: Jey, what’s up brother?
We shook hands and I stepped to the side and introduced Bam.
Mac: Jey, this is my friend Bam Miller. Bam this is Jey, the best damn bartender in Vegas.
Bam stepped up and shook hands with Jey. Bam was no dummy, that’s for sure. He spotted the chevrons on the hat pin that Jey had.
Bam: Army?
Jey: Yeah, you?
Bam: No, but I respect the shit out of you guys, thank you for your service.
Jey nodded his head in thanks and smiled.
Jey: You’re welcome here anytime Bam. Hey Mac, the usual?
Mac: yeah man, an order of those terrible hot wings you make and two Miller lights.
Jey: you got it.
So far, Bam had impressed me with his attention to detail and his respect for military types. He was starting to grow on me. It also gave me hope that this was a partnership that would continue to flourish into a friendship based on respect. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe we were there yet, but it was off to a good start. Jey put our beers in front of us, and went back to the kitchen to get our wings started. It wasn’t until after he left, I heard this thunk sound, followed by what sounded like something being dragged. If I was right, and I hoped I wasn’t, that was Enrique Smith, a local skinhead and gang member. He and I had bumped heads a couple of times over the past two years. I had knocked his right kneecap out of place 3 times over the past two years. Even if I hadn’t heard him, I would have smelled him long before he reached me. He always smelled like cheap bourbon and regret. I said in a loud, clear voice…
Mac : Enrique, how the hell have you been?
As expected, the movement stopped. Bam turned his chair around and surmised the situation.
Bam : Well, what do we have here?
Before Bam can continue he’s cut off by Enrique
Enrique : What we have here is none of your business, so shut your yap and move away from Bane.
Bam shrugs and moves away from me a little further down the bar. Leaving me surrounded by Enrique and his two brothers. Joshua was as big as me, but Jonny was a head shorter, but just as mean. I slowly got off the barstool and stood up. I turned around slowly to see them all armed with baseball bats. I could hear Jey from behind me, cussing as he picked up the phone. I held up one hand to forestall the call I knew he would make.
Mac: Now Enrique, are you sure you want to do this with me again?
Before he could respond, Bam cracked the nearest brother with his trusty brick and Joshua crumpled to the floor. Enrique whirled around to see what was happening and I punched him in the base of his skull. He collapsed in the same fashion as his brother did. That left only Johnny, who was not the sharpest tool in the shed but he was wising up it seemed.
Mac: You got two options, Johnny, you can join them or you can drag them out of here. You might even be able to get out of here before the cops show up.
Yes indeed, Johnny was wising up. He grabbed his brothers by the collar and dragged them towards the door. As he went outside with them, I could tell by the amount of yelling and cussing that Las Vegas’ finest had arrived.
Mac: Just not fast enough.
Jey, our bartender, sat the hot wings down. Bam and I dug in and soon we were both sweating a bit.
Bam: These are amazing! Why did you call them terrible?
I barked a laugh, as I pointed towards the menu. With both of us having greasy hands, Jey did us the favor of opening the menu up and showing Bam.
Bam: Terrible Wings.
He read it straight from the menu and laughed.
Fade
Bam and I stood in front of the WGWF backdrop, each with a microphone in hand. Both are dressed in Jeans and a plain white T-shirt. The producer indicates it’s go time and we begin.
Mac : Think about the possibilities WGWF!
I point from myself to bam and back again.
Mac : A newly formed tag team takes on arguably one of the best tag teams in our industry for the gold. Toddy and Austin, they’re an amazing team when they’re on the same page. As we had seen when they first won the titles, when they’re not, they cannot function. As was the case when they lost them. Bam and I don’t have that connection that the two of you do. You’re a married couple and no one can deny the chemistry that the two of you have together. You’re an elite tag team in our industry, the problem is, the peaks and valleys you’ve had recently. Now, if you’re thinking that Bam and I can’t or won’t take advantage of that, you are sadly mistaken. While Bam and I don’t have the years together that you two do, we have something that you don’t.
I smirk and wait for Bam to chime in.
Bam :Trust
I give an emphatic nod.
Mac : There’s another item that should be presented as well, Austin has never had a pinfall victory over me. On two separate occasions, he’s had the opportunity to cement himself as a singles threat. In the Cannabis Cup, we were first round opponents. He got destroyed by me, it wasn’t even close. Maybe it’s because he didn’t have anyone to tag out to. In the tournament that IIW most recently held, again, we were first round opponents. It was a more tightly contested match but the result was the same. I think I must scare Austin just a bit, he’s staying away from other things I’m involved in. He’s not a bad wrestler, he’s just not as good as me. That’s the kindest way I know to put it. Toddy on the other hand, I’ve never faced you in singles or tag team matches.
I pause again.
Bam : Not that it matters.
Using my index finger in the air, I award another point to Bam.
Mac : Allow me to introduce you both to “The Alliance of Ultra-Violence”. Bam and I have bled together, and while some believe that makes no difference. I can assure you it does. When you spend that much time fighting someone, it gives you a different level of understanding of the person. You grow to know each other's strengths and weaknesses, it’s very different from what you two are. You enable each other to make the same mistakes over and over again. Austin and his petty jealousies have been an issue for a long, long time. All you do is stand by and sulk, Toddy, you don’t call him out on his bullshit. Like his little mini-war with Jason, that was funny, the fact that they weren’t arrested is comical. That’s just a small example of how you enable his bad behavior.
I pause again.
Bam : Pathetic.
I continue as Bam finishes.
Mac : Not as pathetic as your man, but it’s pretty fucking sad. He’s out there screaming at the world that he’s defending his marriage and his family. All the while, “Uncle Joe”, has him all twisted up inside as he buys the affection of his oldest son. He can’t even stop that communication or contact, how is he going to help you defend these titles? It’s simple, against men like me and Bam?
Pausing again for Bam to interject.
Bam : He can’t.
I shake my head in disgust.
Y’all made the announcement that your marriage was back on track, and you “proved” it by going out and beating a couple of knuckleheads you shouldn’t have lost to, to begin with. You proved nothing. Why would anyone believe you are back on track after that lackluster showing?
I point to Bam.
Bam: They won’t.
I smile as we continue.
Mac: The fact that you expect people to believe you’re good and back on track, just because you say so? Nah, the fans may buy that but the people who know you away from the cameras know better. The team that was an S-tier tag team at one point is no more than a B-tier team at best. Instead of calling yourselves the Show Stealierz, you should at least consider changing it to Transitional Champions. My days of candy coating shit for people are over, I want to make sure my intentions are clear. My desire for titles outweighs everything you are or even hope to be. I warned WGWF at the War Games show of what I was about to do. It wasn’t hype or ego-stroking, it was a fact.
Bam/Mac: The body count begins.
Mac: Whether it begins with the two of you or not, depends largely on you.
Bam: You can’t beat us, the best you can hope for is to survive us.