Post by Beau Del Sol on Feb 10, 2019 12:20:07 GMT -5
Gotta Get on His Level Part Thrice
Beau sat in heavily worn Wrangler jeans and stitched leather cowboy work boots. He had already disregarded his shirt and had his straw hat pulled down over his eyes as he sipped on a gallon jug of homemade wine.
Beau was drunk, so drunk he swayed in the metal fold out chair that he was sitting in. The rain was pouring down and running off Blaze’s hat, using the brim as a gutter system, the excess rain landing onto his shirtless upper torso.
Beau threw the jug back taking another hard pull off of it. As he wiped his mouth he could see headlights breaking through the dense rain. They wobbled up and down as an older truck traversed the long driveway before pulling up to the front yard of Beau’s house. Blaze took another swig off the jug and slid part of his hand into his pants as he laid back unphased by the unknown visitor.
Hattie: Beau?! Beaaaaaaauuuuuu?!?
Beau: Goddamn Hattie. He muttered to himself
Hattie: Beau! Beau, are you ok!?
Hattie busted through the iron gate and into Beau’s front yard as she rushed up to him soaking wet from head to toe. Hattie stopped just in front of Beau as she put two hands on her hips looking down at Beau with a, “What the fuck?” face. Blazed lifted his head just enough to see her from underneath the brim of his hat, as they made eye contacted he grunted and let a grin slide to one side of his face as his fingertips harmoniously tapped the ceramic wine jug.
Hattie: Really, Beau, really? This is funny to you?
Beau: Hell Hattie alotta things are funny.
Hattie: BEAU BLAZE DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU’RE DOING!?
Beau: I’m gettin on his level.
Hattie: Well let me help you Mr. Badass!
Hattie kicked Beau square off in the chest knocking him and the chair over as he slammed back first in the wet ground, muddy water splashing around him. Blaze sat up with a grin and a chuckle. He looked up at Hattie just shaking his head as her hazel green eyes shot daggers thru him.
But Beau wasn’t havin all that. He leaned forward scooping her legs and making her fall into his arms where he grabbed her and fell back letting the muddy water splash all over Hattie. Blaze howled in laughter as she rolled over looking into his eyes.
Hattie: Boy you play to much.
Beau: I thought that’s what you wanted…
Hattie: It was, until you told me I would just get in your way.
Beau: Hattie you gotta understand I have a lot going on, things get confusing, like this. This is confusing to me Hattie…
Hattie: And so you’re scared Beau. You’re scared of commitment, of me, you’re scared of losing yourself but I know how to help you with being confused and all.
Beau: Help me how?
Hattie: Shut up Beau Blaze.
Hattie leaned into Beau some more, now drenched and muddy she lowered her eyes close to his. Her warm Wintergreen flavored breath bounced off of Beau’s skin sending goosebumps over him.
The closer her lips got to Beau he could feel the butterflies in his stomach flying faster and faster until it felt like he was on a rollercoaster and finally their lips met. She passionately kissed Beau, her fingers interlacing his dirty brown locks. Blaze ran his hands up and down her side as the rain poured and the heavens stayed pissed sending lightning bolts and thunderous loud claps across the green pastures.
Hattie: Ok now let’s get you inside.
Beau: No I’m fine here.
Hattie: I’m not asking, I’m telling you Beau, INSIDE!
Beau: Fuck that.
Hattie: You know what I’m sick and tired of your bullshit.
Beau: So what yo-
Before Beau could finish Hattie walloped him across the side of the head and stood up as she started slapping at him and yelling. The screen door from Beau’s house could be heard creaking open as Mr. Blaze stuck his head out of the door.
Mr. Blaze: What in the sam hell is goin on out here!?
Hattie: Your son’s be a real asshole Mr. Blaze! She screamed in tears.
Mr. Blaze: Motherfucker.
Mr. Blaze took long, large strides across the creaky wooden porch and stepped off, skipping the stairs, onto the ground as he charged towards Beau aggressively. Hattie stood up, still hysterically crying as Blaze was still sprawled out across the muddy water soaked yard. Hattie started trying to talk to Mr. Blaze but nothing legible came out.
Mr. Blaze: It’s gonna be alright Hattie, I know what’s wrong with the boy. He’s trying to keep up with that goddamn crackhead. Don’t worry honey I’m gonna take care of this now go inside, Mrs. Blaze is home.
Not really knowing what else to do Hattie ran inside and Mr. Blaze stood over the top of Beau looking down on him in a belittling way. Blaze’s eyes changed and his face got serious as he saw his dad leaning down, his eyes gaining even more intensity.
Mr. Blaze: So you think drinking is cool huh boy? This is what you want to show all those kids that watch you, this is the example you wanna set Beau Blaze? Your letting that piece of shit destroy you. Your chasing him like a puppy, problem is, your you. I suggest you figure it out and get your shit straight before I straighten it out for you, you understand?
Beau nodded in agreement, hell what other choice did he have? But the old “yes” that you give to parents to get them to shut up had fell flat on Mr. Blaze. He was old school anyhow and he had to drive his point home. The only way to do that to an 18 year old grown man is with a good ole fashion ass whoopin.
Mr. Blaze snatched Beau up by the collar of his shirt and began marching him backwards until his back met one of the stone columns built into the fence. Blaze’s pop was silent, the blood rushing to his face making it turn the color of a tomato. He was just inches from Beau’s face and he was scarily silent and composed. Mr. Blaze began to dare Bullfrog to make a move, he was almost begging him.
Mr. Blaze: Come on boy, you wanna be like your buddy ZMAC then do somethin. What? Did you lose all your grit all of a sudden? Let your fucking nuts drop and do somethin!
Beau was still reluctant to raise his hand at his father and Mr. Blaze obviously felt a whole nother way. The old man reared his head back and planted it plum on Bullfrogs nose instantly sending him to the ground. Mr. Blaze started slapping the living shit out of Beau, so hard that it was making his dad’s hand hurt. All Beau could do was try and hold his arms over his face to protect him front the slapping, but it didn’t work as well as it sounds.
Mr. Blaze stood up, done imposing his will on his son to teach him a life lesson, and grabbed him by the back of the head only to stand him up with a handful hair. He started marching Bullfrog out of the yard and towards the horse stables, which was not a short walk. The whole way there Mr. Blaze chewed out Beau and occasionally slapped him or hit him in the ribs.
Mr. Blaze: Dumbass, how stupid can you be, hell I thought it was impossible to get this stupid. Boy it’s fine to want to achieve what that drug fiend has, but you don’t have to prove anything to him or anyone else. If you want to leave a legacy you have to pave your own road, not walk down someone else’s. I’m gonna go check on this poor girl that you keep hurting and you keep yourself out here for the rest of the night and sober up you stupid son of a bitch. Like the kids say, do you, dummy.
Mr. Blaze took his free hand and grabbed ahold of Beau’s britches and threw him into an empty stall. Beau plopped down on top of hay, horse shit scattered around him. He scooted over to a corner of the stall and leaned his head back as he watch his dad walk off in the rain. Blaze unbutton a few pearl snaps at the top of his shirt and he dug out his cigarettes, flipping one in his mouth followed by some fire to get it smokin. You could see him relax some as he inhaled the healthy nicotin that fueled every cowboys gas tank.
Beau: Goddamn this is gonna be blur, just like last weeks Clash. Red White & Bruised got the better of me and ole’ Z, but what the hell? I’m only human, and Z, well he’s just Z haha.
That L, well, it was a loss that we actually needed more than a win. It’s very advantageous to be on the other end of the spectrum because you learn, you adapt, you reinforces your mental strengths. Basically you’ve given me the where withal to snap back to championship form.
I thank you Red White & Bruised but while you girls are running rampant talking mad shit about The Cowboys From Hell I must say again that you ladies gave us an andvantage, hell an edge even and while you beat the current tag team titles champions, you still get no shot. Some singles competitors are getting a title shot, just sayin if I was you I’d be raising hell because you guys should be next in line; it would’ve been a good pre-game warm up. Yall better say somethin and act wild and out goddamnit or you’ll never be champions. Fuuuuuck, time to catch some shut eye, freakin world spinning outta control just like Karlie Nash’s career…
The Next Morning
SPLASH!
Oh hell yea Mr. Blaze’s head was thrown up with loud laughter right after he woke Beau up with a 3 gallon bucket of cold ass ice water. What made it funnier was Beau shooting into a sitting position, gasping for air, arms flailing as if he’s trying to fuckin do the freestyle stroke, and was gasping for air like a homeless man begging and borrowin at a Chevron.
Mr. Blaze: Beau it’s just fucking water, quit bein a puss, we got shit to do.
Beau: I feel like dog shit.
Mr. Blaze: You look like dog shit. Boy you gonna get the fuck you?
Beau got to his feet, kinda like an arthritic man who’s been sittin in sub zero temps all night, yea the kid was shakin on the way up like he’s gonna come crumbling down. His still half drunk as stumbled over towards a wooden workbench outside of the stables where his dad sat drinking his coffee. Blaze staggered over to the work bench and sat, Mr. Blaze used the back of his hand to slide a speckled painted tin cup of coffee over to Beau. Bullfrog looked at him in a bit of a shock and picked up the tin cup taking a sip of it as he withdrew a Marlborlo Red from his blue jean shirt pocket.
Mr. Blaze: Boy, you really fucked up last night, you upset your momma.
Beau: I don’t remember last night dad…
Mr. Blaze: You dumbass, here, you’re lucky my old ass knows a little bit about technology.
Mr. Blaze passed his son his phone and Beau hit play and watched a video play that showed what had happened last night in enough detail to jar Beau’s memory. As he finished watching the clip he dropped his head and dropped the cellphone onto the work bench dropping his head into his hands and shaking it back and forth in disappointment.
Beau: Sorry Dad, I really fucked up last night, damnit.
Mr. Blaze: Don’t tell me sorry, I beat your ass like a one handed pimp with no baby powder reclaimin a ten dollar blowjob. What you need to do is go and make up with Hattie.
Beau: That shit’s complicated.
Mr. Blaze: No you make it complicated. Ever since you didn’t win that PBR World Championship in December doesn’t mean you just say fuck it. Shit boy you’ve already won two in a row in your first two as a professional and you’ve been wrestling professionally with no experience for less than six months and you’ve already gotten yourself two of those belts. Get your shit together son before you lose it all.
Beau: It’s just a lot dad…
Mr. Blaze: Well it was your choice to take on that much, I warned you too, so it’s time to let your nuts hang and get disciplined and do your fucking job. Speaking of jobs, your businesses partner Zombie McMorris, quit letting the guy distract you, quit trying to copy his winning formula, it won’t work for you kid, you don’t have that edge, gotta be you.
Beau: I’ll find a balance somewhere somehow, but I get the gist of what your tellin me pop.
Mr. Blaze: You better. Go in the house your mommas got breakfast made and you need to do some apologizing to Mrs. Hattie.
Beau: Wait, what, she’s still here!? She spent the night!?
Mr. Blaze: I believe that’s what I said, now get on in the house before you upset your momma.
Beau: Yes sir.
Beau walked across the yard and went into the house as the smell of bacon slap him across the face instantly making his alchohol filled stomach gargle in the pain of hunger. Blaze walked through the foyer and through the house into the kitchen where Mrs. Blaze was contently cooking some of the finest southern food you could find.
Beau stood behind the granite top kitchen island watching his mom cook with a grin and taking in the smells of all the food. Pancakes from scratch, crispy bacon, milk gravy made with bacon grease and ground meat, then she had breakfast rolls and pig in the blankets made from scratch, goddamn this how they get down in the country.
Beau: Dangit momma that smells good!
Mrs. Blaze: Well baby I hope so I’ve been cookin all morning, now go sit I need to talk to you while we eat.
Beau went sat at the breakfast table, Momma Blaze slid his food in front him as Beau reached for the salt, pepper, and ketchup.
Mrs. Blaze: You want some coffee?
Beau: Yes Ma’am please. Hey momma where’s Hattie at? Dad said she spent the night…
Mrs. Blaze: Well she did, she’s in the shower. You upset here pretty good. I taught you better than that. You need to make up your mind Beau, either be with her or cut her loose because right now you’re stringing her along and that’s not right.
Beau: Yes ma’am I’m just conflicted. You’ve always let me be open with you so I’ll just tell you, I’m not sure if I want to settle down like that.
Mrs. Blaze: Listen Bubba I’m not stupid I know how many woman long for you out there, especially with your status, but honey I can make this choice for you, you have to make it on your own, all I can do is tell you what I think, which you still need to be critical of.
Beau: Eh, I just don’t know.
Mrs. Blaze: Son your young and famous, you have the priviledge of getting away with eating your cake and having it too. Be with Hattie and do you own thing on the road.
Beau: Momma I can’t do that to her!
Mrs. Blaze: Then shut up and make a rational decision.
Beau sat in confusion. He was really just a kid he wasn’t ready for all of these sitiuations he’s been getting into and Blaze definitely doesn’t know how to handle them. Bullfrog is still learning about himself, all the extras in his life are just making it more difficult for him. As he sat in deep thought Hattie walking into the kitchen in cotton short shorts, a tank top, and stringy wet hair started picking through breakfast blatantly ignoring Hattie.
Beau: Hattie can we talk, please?
Hattie kept ignoring Beau, Mrs. Blaze was still in the kitchen washing dishes as Blaze continued asking Hattie to let them conversate. Just as Beau was about to get up Hattie made here way over and leaned down putting her hands on the table looking into Bullfrog’s eyes with intensity.
Hattie: Beau Blaze when you learn how to treat a woman right and you can learn how to properly ask me on a date then maybe we can talk.
Beau: Hey Hattie hang on…
Hattie: Gonna have to try a lot harder Beau!
Beau sat at the table eating his breakfast shaking his head as Hattie walked out the door, it’s always something with that girl, she’s a complicated one. While Beau shoveled eggs into his mouth his momma walked behind him and slapped him across the head knocking the food out of his mouth and back onto his plate.
Beau: Momma what the hell!?
Mrs. Blaze: Well are you going to go after her?
Beau: Not right now I’m eatin breakfast, or trying to.
Mrs. Blaze: I swear son I worry about you.
Beau: Momma you gotta give her time and space, can’t just be chasin her around the county lookin crazy.
Mrs. Blaze: Oh lord.
Beau: I’m gonna go see her tonight mom. Thanks for breakfast I’ve gotta go excersice the horses.
Mrs. Blaze: Arlight hun, be ready for your dad to give you an earful…
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Beau arrived at Hattie’s house, the sun was starting to go down and he sat in his truck for a couple of minutes taking a deep breath, he was more nervous now then when he gets on a buckin bull. It was crazy, that’s how he knew his feelings for her where strong, he just wasn’t sure what he was ready for, but he knew how he felt and he was already here, Beau couldn’t leave now.
He opened up his console and dug around until he found a red bottle of polo cologne and applied a few squirts to cover the smell of cowshit and blood. He grabbed the 50 dollar box of candies and the 100 dollar arrangement of roses. He carefully slid out of his one ton and made his way to the front door struggling to hold on to everything as he rung the doorbell, nervously waiting for the door to open.
Mr. Hidalgo: Boy you’re mighty lucky I know your dad. You really fucked up, let me see if Hattie wants to talk to you.
Voice from in the house: At least he came bearing gifts honey!
Beau: Hello Mrs. Hidalgo! I’m sorry Mr. Hidalgo I’m just trying to figure out what’s right so I don’t hurt her…
Mrs. Hidalgo: Hello mijo!
Mr. Hidalgo: Let me go see if Hattie wants to see you.
Mr. Hidalgo went inside and after a minute Hattie came popping out of the door, shutting it and eye Beau with one hand on her hip cocked to one side. She walked toward him and sat down on the steps leaning against her knees.
Hattie: Well it looks like your going in the right direction…
Beau: I’m trying Hattie, I really am, but like I’ve said before I’m stressed and have a lot on my plate. I know how understanding you’ve been.
Hattie: Well thank you the roses are beautiful and you need to know that I care about you and you need to talk to me about what’s bothering you.
Beau: My first main event in Action Wrestling is coming up, it’s a milestone in a wrestler’s career, especially one as young as mine. I’m green Hattie and that’s a little nerve racking to be in that much spotlight with two other people depending on me, the fans depending on me, and the company depending on me.
Hattie: Well hun, just look at it like another bull riding, you’re used to the spotlight.
Beau: Yea, but it’s not the same kind of pressure; I have a team depending on me. Plus Me, Zombie, and Jaice are facing some stiff talent. I mean Wade Moore is a former World Champion and then there’s also the current champ Ryan Lockhart. Now Alexander Pasternak I know nothing about, I hear he’s a decent wrestling but he hasn’t caught my eye. I don’t think he’s done a whole here in AW besides bark a lot.
With that being said I’m Rookie of the Year, I’m a Television Champion, obviously a Tag Team Champion and I’ve been in the business less than six months. Ole’ Zombie boy is just a straight legend, vicious, always looking for the kill shot. He’s been hand picking his title shots and winning each one. So yea, what have you little motherfuckers been up to again?
Now really this isn’t a pissing contest, these paper stats mean shit, just like that World Title Lockhart, you’re a goddamn paper champion, somebody get the boy some crayons. As for you Wade Moore, you be tryin to boost your stats and your wins when most of the achievments you grabbed, especially the World Title was when there was little competiton, but now that it’s gotten bigger with more talent where are you at? Helping a man in the ring that you pinned to win your title and now he has hit, obviously you want it, you’ll be eyeing it the whole match while it’s on the timekeepers table. It’ll be fun to see you two fuck sticks work together, like trying to get water to mix with oil.
But hey it’s not a pissing contest.
And I haven’t forgot about you Alex, you’re honestly an unknown variable in this match to me, I’ll have to study some of your matches, but that makes this match a little bit more fun for me. I thrive on being thrown in the thick of things, trial by fire, goddamnit I love it, it makes me salivate, the challenge, the quick thinking, none of you possess this because even though you might be used to main events and larger matches but believe me I will still put you in uncomfortable places.
Really though I am green behind the ears and I’m just riding Zmac’s coattails, I’m not shit. I kinda just stumbled into my two championship reigns, oops. Man, I feel bad about that…
You’re stupid for your thoughts like these, your naïve, I’ve got grit, I’ve got a something in my soul that won’t let me quit. I got no quit in me and that’s problematic for y’all. I’m taking this shit serious, I’m not coming to put on a show, I’m coming to end our match with quick W, along with two juggernauts, ole’ Z, and mysterious mask man Jaice Wiiiiilds. Can you hang? Can y’all keep yall’s hand in the riggin past the 3 count for a win? No, no, no you don’t we got the heat, the fans, the momentum, the fucking chemisty and fucked up psychological advantage to wreck you guys before we ever step in the squared circle.
Damnit Cowboy from Hell fans, and Jaice Wilde’s fans tune in because we are gonna push it to the limit, this is gonna be a high speed match. I’m gonna go crazy, time for some stunners and a few mudholes, then we’ll end it with a bang with 8 seconds to hell fellas. Haha, good luck.
Sorry Hattie, you know I go off on a tangent every now and again…
Hattie: It’s ok Beau, come inside and get some food.