Angry Again (Jacqui M RP vs Wayne Austin)
Dec 1, 2019 17:40:05 GMT -5
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Post by Jacqui M on Dec 1, 2019 17:40:05 GMT -5
Tokyo, Japan
18 hours after AW Turmoil
'YAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHH!!!'
FuckingmotherfuckingcocksuckingpieceofshitballingFUCK!
Uuuuunnnggghh!!!
Why am I so---why's everything always---
---guuuuuuuuuhhhhhhnnnnn!
Pisses me THE FUCK off!
EVERY. Goddamn. TIME! I just---
'GAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRRRGGG!'
Gotta do something---gotta---
--phone.
Where's the goddamn phone?
WHERE'S THE GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PHONE?!
---right.
Got it.
Where's the camera thing?!
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE GOD DAMN FUCKING CAMERA THING?!
Fuck. Finally!
Here we go.
'Hey, Wayne. How you doin'? This is Jacqui FUCKING Monroe. You know, your opponent? Yeah. Just thought I'd give you a little demo of what I'm gonna do to you on Monday. Now...see this fucking kickpad?'
---that's about to go flying across the goddamn room---
'This is you.
And this fucking bench?'
---which is getting kicked the fuck over---
'This is also you.
And this sandbag?'
---jabcrossjabcrossjabcrosslariatbackfist--
'Well, you get the picture.'
Least I hope he does.
'See Wayne...bet you're thinking you got the Golden Ticket, being put against the rusty old bitch that's all bark and no bite. Finally gonna get that first win. 'Cept you ain't. Not this time. This time, the only thing you're gonna be getting is a motherfucking beatdown, courtesy of one pissed-off Alpha Bitch.'
Damn spiffy!
'Wayne...I ain't got shit against you. Any other time, I'd probably crack open a beer with you and have a good ol' keg party. But last night. at Turmoil, I lost. And losing pisses me off.
Wayne...right now...I'm pissed off. Right now, I got this big fuckin' ball of anger bouncing around inside me that I need to fucking unload. And in a week, at Monday Night Clash...I'm gonna unload it. On you.'
And I ain't even gonna feel sorry!
'Wayne...on Monday...it ain't gonna matter that you're bigger than me. Or stronger than me. It ain't gonna matter that you've been wrestling matches while I've been sitting on my semi-retired ass. 'Cause it's like my friend Kenshin says - I'm a hell of a lot better when I'm angry. And right now, I'm sure as fuck angry. So trust me, Wayne, you won't like me when I'm an---'
'HEY!'
---WHAT THE--?!
Oh shit.
Big Lou.
Busted.
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Tokyo, Japan
Nineteen Years Earlier
'The hell you think you're doin'?'
Doin'? Wreckin' shit, is what I'm doin'!
'Hey – I asked you a goddamn question, kid! The hell you think you're doin'? Where the hell you think you are?! This ain't your little bedsit out there in the alley!'
'Hey, fuck y---'
'--I. AIN'T DONE!!!'
Whoa. Indoor voice much?!
'Like I said, this ain't your goddamn cardboard fort. This is my wrestling dojo. And that ain't your sleeping bag or your clothes bundle you're throwing around. It's expensive as hell gym equipment. MY expensive as hell gym equipment. That I paid for, to put in MY dojo. And I ain't about to suffer no raggedy-ass street kid comin' in here and wrecking MY shit 'cause they feel all angsty and they want to throw a tantrum! Capeesh, cupcake?'
Whatever, Officer. Who died and put your ass in charge, anyway?
'I took you in and let you stay here, out of the goodness of my heart. I even let your scrawny ass train, 'cause if I hadn't, you would'a just kept right on sneakin' in here anyway. And I never charged you for any of that, 'cause I know your situation. But if you're gonna come in here and start breaking my shit, I am gonna charge you for it.'
Yeah, right. Fat chance.
'I ain't broke shit. I just throwed it.'
'Don't matter. It still ain't your shit to throw. And I'm telling you right now - this happens again, you better start packing your bags to move right back across the road again, 'cause you ain't going to be staying here anymore! Capeesh?'
Whatever, motherfucker. I can look after my own ass. Oh yeah, and fuck you.
'Don't you turn your back on me, kid!'
Make me. You ain't the boss of me!
'I said, don't turn your back on---'
'HANDS OFF, MOTHERFUCKER!!!'
---how do you like THEM apples, prickmeister?
'...did you just punch me?'
Yup.
'Did your sorry teenage ass just fucking punch me?!'
Bet your ass I---WHOA!
Did he just fuckin' push me?
Oh.
HELL.
No!
'YAAAAARRGGGHH!!'
TakeTHATmotherfuckerandTHATandTHATandTHAT---
'That's it, kid. Let it out. Let it all out.'
---andTHATandTHATandTHATandTHAAAAA---
'---AAARRRGGGHHH!'
'That'll do, kid. That's enough.'
Owwww my back my fuckin' baaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh---
'All right, up you come. Come on.'
No don't wanna it hurts it fuckin' huuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhgggghhh---
'Hey...hey...c'mon now....hush...hushhh...'
I can't I'm tryin' but I can't I just fuckin' caaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnhhhhh---
'Sssshhh—it's OK, kid. It's OK I'm here. I'm here.'
---uunnnnhhhhggghhhhh---
'Shhh---it's OK, kid. Talk to me. What's wrong?'
---I'm---I'm try---tryin'---
'I'm a god...goddamn... l-l-l-loooooseeeerrrrrr...'
---rhere I said it I fuckin' said it---
'What? A loser?! You ain't a loser! Trust me, kid. You're one tough cookie!'
'Am t-too! Ain't even w-win that m... That m—match...'
'The match?! Is that what this whole tantrum is about?!'
---wait, he's laughin'?!
I'm bawlin' my ass off like a goddamn baby, and this motherfucker's laughing?!
'It ain't f-f-funny...'
'---awwww man---I'm sorry, kid---I know---it's just---'
'--it's just I'm a dumbass, am I right?'
Yeah. Fuck you too, asshole. I thought your ass was different. Joke's on me.
'---no---no. You ain't dumb. You're just a kid. How old are you again, sixteen or somethin', right?'
'Eighteen.' In March, but whatever.
'Riiiiight.'
Hey, screw you, jackass!
'Anyway, you're a kid. A teenager. And that was your first real match, ever. I don't think anybody expected you to put on a goddamn wrestlin' clinic!'
'Yeah, but I ought'a done better...'
'Better? Better'n what?'
'Y'know...like, getting more'n a couple goddamn punches in...'
'...on a guy twice your size. 'Cause that would'a made a difference...'
'It would'a. To me, it would'a....'
'Listen, kid...trust me...you ain't a loser. 'Fact, back a couple nights ago...I was proud of ya. You saw what you were getting into, but you didn't back down. You didn't try to get out of it. You got your scrawny hundred-pound ass in there with the big dog, and you gave it a shot. You tried. Ain't nothin' to be embarrassed of in tryin'.'
'Yeah. 'Cept when you fail an' make an ass a' yaself...'
'So? You're a kid, you were having your first match, you were up against the odds, you tried but you couldn't beat 'em. That don't make you look bad. You know what makes you look bad? Throwing a hissy fit and wrecking somebody's training room!'
---dammit, I was hopin' he was gonna drop it!
'Yeah. My bad.'
'Bet your ass, your bad. Tell you what, though. I'mma let you off the hook this time, 'cause you did the grown-up thing and talked it out with me. But just this once. This shit happens again, and you're still back in the alleyway. For good. Capeesh, cupcake?'
'Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dude.'
'Whatever, Coach.'
..for real?
Whatever.
'..yeah, yeah. Coach.'
'Atta kid. Now...you good?'
...yeah. Yeah, guess I'm good.
'Sure.'
'Good. Wouldn't want to have you sulkin' while you clean up the mess you made.'
Wait, say WHAT?!
'You heard me. Better get to work, cupcake. This gym ain't gonna tidy itself.'
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Tokyo, Japan
Nineteen Years Later
18 Hours After AW Turmoil
'Better get to work, cupcake. This gym ain't gonna tidy itself.'
Ha ha. Real funny, L---
---wait---
---holy shit, deja vu!
Wonder if Lou felt that too?
Oh shit.
He totally did.
'It's like that time, right?'
'Yup.'
'After my first match.'
'Yup.'
'And I was pissed off about losing, so I came in here and thrashed your gym...'
'Yup. Just like that. Goin' on twenty years, and you ain't changed a bit.'
Well goddamn. Guess it's true what they say, the more things change...
...except...
'Except it ain't just like that. And I did change a bit.'
'Ohhhh?'
Lou doesn't believe me. Tough shit. I'm 'bout to prove it to him.
'Yeah. 'Cause this time, I'mma do something I never did back then.'
'Oh yeah? And what's that?'
Still not buying it, huh, Coach? Well, just you wait and see.
'Easy. This time, I'm gonna thank you. And I'm gonna mean it. So, thanks, Lou. Really. With all my heart. Thank you for putting up with me for literally half my life.'
Not gonna lie - it's good to see the old man smile.
'You're welcome, kid. You're welcome.'
Word Count: 1396 including this note
Word Count: 1396 including this note