Post by Beau Del Sol on Jan 13, 2019 22:08:58 GMT -5
Got to Get On His Level Part Dos
The full moon bounced off the side of Beau’s grey 1 ton Dodge. The breeze sliced through the cab of the truck where Beau was situated, dressed in his normal cowboy attire, with a spotlight in his lap. Hattie was resting in the passenger seat, a cooler separating the two of them, tentatively looking out of the window for anything that might move. Hattie yanked at her tank top, and adjusted her blue jean shorts, they’d been sitting for a while now.
Hattie: Beau we’ve been here for a while hun and I haven’t heard a thing.
Beau: I know, I’m sorry Hattie. I’ve been sitting here hoping something would pop out.
Hattie: At least we got to see that baby fawn last time, it was so cuuuute!
Beau: Haha, it doesn’t take much to keep you happy Hattie.
Hattie: Beau…
Beau: What’s up Hattie?
Hattie: Beau you’re what keeps me happy…
Beau turned his head and looked powerfully into Hattie’s iredescent hazel eyes as she sent back a look of admiration. The butterflies in Beau’s stomach lashed out causing some excitement, Hattie started getting closer to Beau as she leaned over the cooler. Their eyes were still padlocked, both of their faces revealing caring looks of intimacy. Beau leaned into Hattie and as they came close enough to feel each other’s breath, Beau pulled away sitting back in his seat. Hattie looked at him confused and a little let down.
Hattie: What’s wrong Beau?
Beau: It ain’t you Hattie…
Hattie: Listen Beau I don’t have time for games.
Beau: I’m not playing games Hattie I’m being truthful.
Hattie: Ok Beau I understand, take me back to my car please.
Beau pushed the key forward and the Dodge reeled over with a deep rumble as the frame twisted from the power of the twin turbo engine. Bullfrog rolled the windows up, kicked on some AC, and hit the gas while he cut the steering wheel as the engine revved up and he shifted to second going into a –hard- spin. He gritted his teeth as he did a donut, the black exhaust smoke making nothing visible… except for the screaming brunette in the passenger seat.
Hattie: Oooooooh myyyyyy Goooood!
Beau: Haha! Can you handle it!?
Hattie: No, no I can’t! Oh God, it’s, it’s… it’s to much! STOP!
Beau: Sounds like you’re just fine to me Hattie!!!
Hattie: STOOOOOP ASSHOOOOLE!
Beau let the truck come to a sliding stop and glanced over at Miss Sassy who looked like she had just seen ZMAC naked. Her eyes were beady and focused in on Beau, her face red, the girl is on fire, but Bullfrog is still chuckling in the front seat shaking his head.
Beau: That’s why Hattie!
Hattie: That’s why what Beau?
Beau: That’s why I can’t be with you…
Hattie: What do you mean that’s WHY? What is WHY Beau? You’re talking in riddles, please stop.
Beau: I’m trying to explain it the best I can Hattie.
Hattie: JUST SAY IT ALREADY!
Beau: You’ll make me soft Hattie and I’ve got to much goin on for me to have any type of time to be soft.
Hattie: So Beau because of me it would make you less of a man? You think I’d stop you from keeping up with Zombie McMorris? If that’s how you feel then I respect that. Thanks for your honesty, your such a good person and man.
Beau: Something like that…
Hattie: What is your thing about Zombie?
Beau: My thing?
Hattie: Beau you say it yourself, you’re chasing him, you’re trying to be a great like him.[/copy]
Beau: I mean yea who doesn’t want to be in the same conversation as ZMAC, but what I don’t want to do is emulate him.[/copy]
Hattie: Then Beau baby you’ve got to find your own path, you’ve got to walk you own trail honey.
Beau: Hattie can I be truthful with you? I mean… this is gonna be hard.
Hattie: Beau you can tell me anything, our secret.
Beau: I’m scared I can’t keep up Hattie, last week I could have done a lot better, even my Dad popped me upside the head when I got home and honestly ZMAC is freaking intimidating, wild, and he’s a coke addict, oh don’t forget he’s sporadic as they come.
Hattie: So what do you need to do hun? What exactly do you want to accomplish?
Beau: It breaks down like this Hattie. I’m Rookie of the Year… check, I’m already a former TV Champ… check, and I won my first strap off a legend, the legend, ZMAC, in just a couple of months… check.
But that’s just part of the equation Hattie…
Then you’ve got ZMAC who has basically done everything under the sun in this industry, but AW specifically he has come in hand picked and beat opponents taking divisions one at a time, ONE AT A TIME HATTIE, with ease and from what I hear a lot of the locker room think he IS the epitome of wrestling. Who wouldn’t want to work to be what he is?
Hattie: Sugar that’s your problem your building him up in your head, just like everyone else did. Yea Beau he is smart, but it’s all psychological; he beats your before the match ever starts, and it works, obviously. Who really want’s to fight an uncontrollable coked up honey badgered wild man?
So what you need to do Beau is find yourself. I feel like your lost within your wrestling identity, but I don’t think it’s a crisis… yet.
Beau: What the heck, when did you become an expert?
Hattie: Daddy loves wrestling and now that you are bull riding and wrestling he’s completely head over heels for you Beau Blaze.
Beau: Ah, I see how it is, daddy likes me and so you pursue me, no Hattie, no, no, no.
Hattie: Hush, you know I’m not like that. Now listen you have to find your own space in the wrestling world, relatable, marketable, someone the fans can love or hate.
Beau: Darnit Hattie I went to a bull ridin with Beau and got my self in a bit of trouble so he hopped off in there to save fellow Cocaine Cowboy and damnit if he doesn’t get gored right up the poop chut and came down with his freakin intestines all over the ground, but guess what!? He still walked away, and he’s still wrestling Monday for the titles, TOUGH, period.
Hattie: Firstly Beau, you need to let it go like you do off camera. Fans like honesty don’t hold back, that’s what Zombie does, he lets it all hang out. Just talk like your at the auction barn or around the ranch hand hun.
And besides the boldness, you talk about Zombie being tough, but you’re tough in your own right. Look at your professions, your lifestyle, your father, and the way you grew up. No one on that roster has anything to compare to that, use it Beau baby, use it to your advantage. Find your own edge, get rougher around the edges… except with me, if you’ll ever have me Beau Blaze.
Beau: Sounds true enough. Lets head back to town Hattie and get you home it’s already past 3 in the morning.
Hattie nodded in agreement and laid back in her seat as Beau drank a beer and smoked a cigar getting onto some backroad, he dimmed his lights, and slowed down pulling out a scratch off; now driving with his knee.
Hattie: Boy you’re something else.
Beau: Well that’s what I hear. You know, you knew a lot about Zombie, did you start watching wrestling?
Hattie: I thought I told you I watch it with daddy… anyway, yes I watch a lot more now that you’ve been wrestling, I can’t wait until this Monday for your tag title match.
Beau: Yea I’m jacked, I know Z is jacked we are gonna rock Spencer Adams and Kyle Kemp. I mean compa-
Hattie: Ha! Are you about to cut a promo right here in front of me!?
Beau: Will you let me take you to dinner sometime?
Hattie: How about we go on a picnic instead!
Beau: I can do that, I guess I am going to cut a raw promo right here in the middle of goddamn nowhere is exactly where I need to start because that was the first fucking place I found this sack of shit they call Kyle Kemp… Yea, I know I didn’t know they named shit either. That’s what he is though, that’s what you are boy, a piece of shit. You’ve go no right to this match, you haven’t done a goddamn thing worth mentioning leading up to this match besides like Mr. Cool Guy Adams drop his wrinkly balls in your mouth before every match, you gonna be gaggin on them bitches comin down the ramp like the baby back beaten homewrecked prolapsed pussy that you are. That’s right grande papi Blaze is bring the heat and ZMAC has got the goddamn gas cans, for free at that I might add, just like this ass whoopin that I’ll be serving up on a cold condensated slippery ass silver plate, just like your ghosting career.
You coming in here is you signing your death warrant and goddamnit I’m a funeral director and ZMAC is a gravedigger so it just kinda works out for us to put you down like a pregnant mangy 3 legged mutt. Your not a goddamn thing to this company, to this roster, and your piers have zero respect for you. You is a pussy boy, straight pussy. Everytime you walk by me I smell fish, always leavin fish piss wherever you sit. You get no respect because you haven’t earned it and you don’t earn it you are literally riding Spencer Adam’s coattails, or his dick you bobblehead lookin bitch. Yea Beau fuckin Blaze is on the edge, on the fringe, and we will go at it bud. Let’s not forget you started letin Spencer slay you when you helped him win the World Championship.
Yea that’s right what’s cool guy, I guess you’re ready to rock, of course you are. You got a scosh, just a scosh of fucking talent, you got a drip of wrestling IQ seeping out of your wore out asshole from Torture and Gravedigger digging that shit out like a backhoe digging a ditch. I don’t think you’ve won a goddamn thing straight up, hell I jacked off longer than you had the World Championship, pleb then there’s oooooh booooy there’s the UCI Title and you got fucked by a bull for like 10 seconds, so where’s your real flex at cuz, cause I can run this bitch up, down, left, right… you let me know playa.
#FightSmart
Cute. You have a million words to put together and you put together something as remedial as #FightSmart? Make sense, none of you are the bright, and like Spencer and Kyle your all plebs. You need to understand me and Z are getting our shit together. It’s gonna gel, and it’s gonna gel all over you mugs like Z drop the man cream on a Chinese hooker with a work visa. We will end you sons of bitches, we can make you forgotten, snuff you out. Take me for what you see, look at me as undeserving, just a bitch like Kemp who got throw with a legend, except im with a REAL legend. I want my second piece of gold and some damn sheep aren’t goin to stop me or Z from putting the right foot down and piercing the heart. Come, come with doubt, doubt towards us…
Like Ivan Drago…
We will destroy you.