Post by CASUS on Sept 19, 2023 14:11:25 GMT -5
OOC/ I let Eric know Dunkken's situation and know he won't be able to make the match but we already wrote something and I decided I wanted to post it. We weren't able to finish and obviously Dunkken was used with permission.
15 years ago. It was 15 years ago that I stepped into a bar.
The smell of rust, mildew, and mold ran rampant through the small establishment known as Station 12. It sat on the corner of Campers Street and Elm where the homeless and lost would solicit to exchange hands of stolen items and usually needles. I had heard about the place in an AA meeting. We were told to stay clear of the establishment because of their manipulation tactics and persuasive hand in ruining a well put together 12 step program. For every year sober they would give you a shot and not think twice about it. If you had your chips ready they had the boos to make you forget you ever had them in first place.
The open sign glowed brightly even in the noon sun as Dakota stood outside playing with a sobriety chip in his leather pocket. His dog tags hug proudly around his neck even if he had wanted to forget about his time served. Through the small glass window on the door he saw two, maybe three people in the whole place. He walked in knowing what coming here would mean to his sobriety.
I remember Jane standing up in front of everyone, 'there's this bar that I know about because I used to go there all the damn time,' she laughed but nothing was funny about the situation. 'There were a lot of us that went there because the liquor was cheap and if you were a regular they wouldn't make you pay the tab until the end of the week.' She stopped smiling and hung her head almost like she was ashamed of what she was about to say. Alcoholics, we keep a lot of secrets. 'When the regulars stopped coming they sat a little basket out on the counter with a note one it. It read, 'Chips for Shots,' and the more sobriety coins you put in the basket the more shots they would give you.' Damn near everyone in that room perked up when they heard free shots. A lot of us shook our heads but others, well, they were trying to reach their sponsors.
Dakota walked into that bar on the corner of the street and sat down. The small basket Jane had talked about sat right where she said it was. Three chips clinked in his pocket after he had tossed the others away back in 2001 when Vick died. He dropped the chips in the basket and the tender was quick to answer his call.
'What's your poison? I'll even toss in an extra shot.' He winked at me way too damn excited to serve someone who was three years sober. I sat there for a few seconds before saying whiskey and the shots were lined up immediately. I asked the guy if he was the owner and he replied with, 'yup' and a wide grin. I knew he just wanted the money but to get it by ways of ruining someone's sobriety?
Dakota lifted a shot glass to his mouth then tossed it at the tender. It shattered behind him and Dakota quickly rose to his feet as the bartender began yelling. Behind the bar was an old wooden baseball bat that Dakota picked up and started whacking away at the glass shelves that housed the liquor bottles.
Something took over me. I was there for the shots but when they were in front of me and I could smell them it made me sick. It made me sick that a person would prey on people who already have it hard. I went to jail but didn't regret one second of what I did.
Ruddy put her arms around Dakota's neck and gave him a firm squeeze. This is the shit I'm talking about and why I still don't want you to wrestle. You've been lucky this past year but you never were cleared to come back and now you're in a damn bar fight for pete sake!
Dakota balled up the paper in his hand after he read the words 'Bar Fight'. To add insult to injury he saw the name "Dangerous" Dunkken Duvall. The two had history and not a good one. Even if they didn't have history, Dakota knew how Dunkken was in the ring and knew he wasn't going to walk out of this match or that bar in Philly without trying to win and ruin someone's career. Dunkken didn't stop at just winning he went for the jugular like a damn wolf. If wrestling was your only passion Dunkken made it his mission to make sure you could never step in a wrestling ring again.
That's it I'm calling Britlyn and telling her the deal is over and you're not showing up for her piece of shit match. Ruddy pulled out her phone and started dialing. Stupid bitch and her 'it's just business' bullcrap.
You're not gonna do that Rud not after you fought her for that contract deal the two of you made. I let you sweeten the deal now you gotta live with it. You agreed to what we said too so don't get your panties in a twist.
Dakota saw the teases for Gemini and so did Ruddy. She begged Dakota to find another place to wrestle after his contract was up with WF-WAR because Gemini took part in the reason Dakota ended up in a hospital bed with broken spinal vertebrae that almost left him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. They ended up making a deal that if she could talk to the owner and get a good contract going then she would stop pestering him about joining OCW.
Ruddy stood in front of Britlyn's desk at her main office. 'A big name like his deserves a big paycheck and something to fall back on if things go sideways. We also want in put in the contract that if he holds a championship and loses it he's gets a rematch.' I could hear her through the door while I waited outside. I didn't care about the money I had enough of it to retire now if I wanted to. Ruddy was more worried about if I ended up in wheelchair and how it would change my life. She wanted Britlyn to say 'no' so we would walk. 'When Mr. Drake sought him out we agreed on what his pay would be.' I heard a paper slide across the table and Ruddy sounded impressed. 'What about the benefits and the clause?' Britlyn wasn't dumb or at least I didn't take her for being dumb. I heard some negotiation but then Britlyn said, 'if something happens he has the same benefits as everyone else. We'll cover hospital bills, rehab if it's needed, and anything else medical related as long as it happened as a result of wrestling with the company. As for the clause if you brother loses a championship he can either win it back or keep trying. If he's still as good as he was it shouldn't be a problem earning another chance at whatever championship.' She sounded smug and I liked how unlike a lot of people she wasn't backing down from Ruddy. Ruddy agreed to everything as long as Britlyn added another zero to both hers and my check.
Ruddy rolled her eyes at Dakota and placed her phone in the back pocket of her pants that were obviously too tight. First there's Gemini which I'm not buying you didn't come here to get back at him for fucking you over now there's Dangeriously Dumb Dunkken DuVall and a fucking bar match!
Dakota grabbed a picture from in front of him and signed it before handing it to a kid and receiving $50 from his mother. Is this really the place to be bitching about a match and pay-per-view that we’re supposed to be here promoting? Dakota pointed around with the butt of his pen at a large convention type of set up.
Other wrestlers on the Anarchy Roster sat at big white tables with kids and adults lining up to take pictures and get stuff signed. Britlyn wanted the Brand's PPV to go off without a hitch and what's better than good publicity like this?
Yes actually I do think this is the time since Dimwit Dunkken is sitting right over there eyeballing! Ruddy points open handedly toward a white table across the room where Dunkken did sit. And now that I've pointed him out here he comes.
Look who hasn't backed out of our match yet. Ain't it funny that the last time I saw yous you both told me I was a useless drunk. I think you called me drunken Dunkken sweet cake. Dunkken rolls his finger tip under Ruddy's chin and she smacks it away. And I told you Mr. Sobriety that mama didn't raise no quitter. I ain't dependent on my shit like you was, stumbling round the ring and shit lookin like one of them blow up clown balloons kids it and it bounces back.
It's called a bop bag you fucking moron. Ruddy rolls her eyes.
Whatever it’s called you ain’t gettin’ one over on me this time around and I ain’t letting you outta that bar without giving you a nice sweet shot of whiskey just the way you used to like it. Dukken smirked as he did then looked over at Ruddy. Then you and I can go back to the hotel room and mess around like we used to sugar tits.
Ruddy rolled her eyes again. Never going to happen again Dukkcan’t get it up.
While Dukken walked off I remembered a time in my wrestling career when I didn’t care about anything other than winning and drinking. Dukken and I had never been friends but were more of drinking buddies. As for him and Ruddy, they had a fling now and then. They were a flame that flickered a lot but ended up sizzling out after he moved on to other women behind her back.
I can’t stand him and why did they give him a qualifiers match to begin with anyway? It’s not like he’s earned anything.
Dakota shook his head with a hardened laugh. Neither have I Rud. Now why don’t you be quiet for a while so I can enjoy my time here with some peace? It’s bad enough you signed me up to show up now I have to deal with your lectures and remarks.
Ruddy sat down in the chair next to him with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Stop. he said firmly while signing another picture. The more you look at him the more he enjoys the attention.
How can you just sit there and act like all of this means nothing?
Because it doesn’t Rud. The bar match is a match, it isn’t going to be the end of anything including my sobriety. Dukken is an idiot who can’t tell his right from his left and needs to learn the difference from a wrestling ring and pig pen. Dakota shook a man’s hand before looking over at Ruddy. He has years under his belt but other than that he has nothing. He’s had no training, he learns nothing, and he grapples like you used to when you were younger.
Hey.
Dunkken isn’t going to be a problem unless you make him a problem. He’s an old drunk who can’t pull his head out of his ass and is set in his ways. He doesn’t change and the only time he’s beat me is when you stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong. Ruddy rolled her eyes in Ruddy fashion and sunk into her seat gumbling under her breath. Just like you he also doesn’t know when to shut up and sticks his foot so far in his mouth it comes out of his ass. He likes to act like a hardass but most of the time the things he gets in trouble for are things other people had the balls to do while he took the credit. He’s like a copy cat killer without the commitment. Ruddy laughed this time before sitting back up in her chair. Give me some time Rud, I’ll rip through this roster.
15 years ago. It was 15 years ago that I stepped into a bar.
The smell of rust, mildew, and mold ran rampant through the small establishment known as Station 12. It sat on the corner of Campers Street and Elm where the homeless and lost would solicit to exchange hands of stolen items and usually needles. I had heard about the place in an AA meeting. We were told to stay clear of the establishment because of their manipulation tactics and persuasive hand in ruining a well put together 12 step program. For every year sober they would give you a shot and not think twice about it. If you had your chips ready they had the boos to make you forget you ever had them in first place.
The open sign glowed brightly even in the noon sun as Dakota stood outside playing with a sobriety chip in his leather pocket. His dog tags hug proudly around his neck even if he had wanted to forget about his time served. Through the small glass window on the door he saw two, maybe three people in the whole place. He walked in knowing what coming here would mean to his sobriety.
I remember Jane standing up in front of everyone, 'there's this bar that I know about because I used to go there all the damn time,' she laughed but nothing was funny about the situation. 'There were a lot of us that went there because the liquor was cheap and if you were a regular they wouldn't make you pay the tab until the end of the week.' She stopped smiling and hung her head almost like she was ashamed of what she was about to say. Alcoholics, we keep a lot of secrets. 'When the regulars stopped coming they sat a little basket out on the counter with a note one it. It read, 'Chips for Shots,' and the more sobriety coins you put in the basket the more shots they would give you.' Damn near everyone in that room perked up when they heard free shots. A lot of us shook our heads but others, well, they were trying to reach their sponsors.
Dakota walked into that bar on the corner of the street and sat down. The small basket Jane had talked about sat right where she said it was. Three chips clinked in his pocket after he had tossed the others away back in 2001 when Vick died. He dropped the chips in the basket and the tender was quick to answer his call.
'What's your poison? I'll even toss in an extra shot.' He winked at me way too damn excited to serve someone who was three years sober. I sat there for a few seconds before saying whiskey and the shots were lined up immediately. I asked the guy if he was the owner and he replied with, 'yup' and a wide grin. I knew he just wanted the money but to get it by ways of ruining someone's sobriety?
Dakota lifted a shot glass to his mouth then tossed it at the tender. It shattered behind him and Dakota quickly rose to his feet as the bartender began yelling. Behind the bar was an old wooden baseball bat that Dakota picked up and started whacking away at the glass shelves that housed the liquor bottles.
Something took over me. I was there for the shots but when they were in front of me and I could smell them it made me sick. It made me sick that a person would prey on people who already have it hard. I went to jail but didn't regret one second of what I did.
Ruddy put her arms around Dakota's neck and gave him a firm squeeze. This is the shit I'm talking about and why I still don't want you to wrestle. You've been lucky this past year but you never were cleared to come back and now you're in a damn bar fight for pete sake!
Dakota balled up the paper in his hand after he read the words 'Bar Fight'. To add insult to injury he saw the name "Dangerous" Dunkken Duvall. The two had history and not a good one. Even if they didn't have history, Dakota knew how Dunkken was in the ring and knew he wasn't going to walk out of this match or that bar in Philly without trying to win and ruin someone's career. Dunkken didn't stop at just winning he went for the jugular like a damn wolf. If wrestling was your only passion Dunkken made it his mission to make sure you could never step in a wrestling ring again.
That's it I'm calling Britlyn and telling her the deal is over and you're not showing up for her piece of shit match. Ruddy pulled out her phone and started dialing. Stupid bitch and her 'it's just business' bullcrap.
You're not gonna do that Rud not after you fought her for that contract deal the two of you made. I let you sweeten the deal now you gotta live with it. You agreed to what we said too so don't get your panties in a twist.
Dakota saw the teases for Gemini and so did Ruddy. She begged Dakota to find another place to wrestle after his contract was up with WF-WAR because Gemini took part in the reason Dakota ended up in a hospital bed with broken spinal vertebrae that almost left him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. They ended up making a deal that if she could talk to the owner and get a good contract going then she would stop pestering him about joining OCW.
Ruddy stood in front of Britlyn's desk at her main office. 'A big name like his deserves a big paycheck and something to fall back on if things go sideways. We also want in put in the contract that if he holds a championship and loses it he's gets a rematch.' I could hear her through the door while I waited outside. I didn't care about the money I had enough of it to retire now if I wanted to. Ruddy was more worried about if I ended up in wheelchair and how it would change my life. She wanted Britlyn to say 'no' so we would walk. 'When Mr. Drake sought him out we agreed on what his pay would be.' I heard a paper slide across the table and Ruddy sounded impressed. 'What about the benefits and the clause?' Britlyn wasn't dumb or at least I didn't take her for being dumb. I heard some negotiation but then Britlyn said, 'if something happens he has the same benefits as everyone else. We'll cover hospital bills, rehab if it's needed, and anything else medical related as long as it happened as a result of wrestling with the company. As for the clause if you brother loses a championship he can either win it back or keep trying. If he's still as good as he was it shouldn't be a problem earning another chance at whatever championship.' She sounded smug and I liked how unlike a lot of people she wasn't backing down from Ruddy. Ruddy agreed to everything as long as Britlyn added another zero to both hers and my check.
Ruddy rolled her eyes at Dakota and placed her phone in the back pocket of her pants that were obviously too tight. First there's Gemini which I'm not buying you didn't come here to get back at him for fucking you over now there's Dangeriously Dumb Dunkken DuVall and a fucking bar match!
Dakota grabbed a picture from in front of him and signed it before handing it to a kid and receiving $50 from his mother. Is this really the place to be bitching about a match and pay-per-view that we’re supposed to be here promoting? Dakota pointed around with the butt of his pen at a large convention type of set up.
Other wrestlers on the Anarchy Roster sat at big white tables with kids and adults lining up to take pictures and get stuff signed. Britlyn wanted the Brand's PPV to go off without a hitch and what's better than good publicity like this?
Yes actually I do think this is the time since Dimwit Dunkken is sitting right over there eyeballing! Ruddy points open handedly toward a white table across the room where Dunkken did sit. And now that I've pointed him out here he comes.
Look who hasn't backed out of our match yet. Ain't it funny that the last time I saw yous you both told me I was a useless drunk. I think you called me drunken Dunkken sweet cake. Dunkken rolls his finger tip under Ruddy's chin and she smacks it away. And I told you Mr. Sobriety that mama didn't raise no quitter. I ain't dependent on my shit like you was, stumbling round the ring and shit lookin like one of them blow up clown balloons kids it and it bounces back.
It's called a bop bag you fucking moron. Ruddy rolls her eyes.
Whatever it’s called you ain’t gettin’ one over on me this time around and I ain’t letting you outta that bar without giving you a nice sweet shot of whiskey just the way you used to like it. Dukken smirked as he did then looked over at Ruddy. Then you and I can go back to the hotel room and mess around like we used to sugar tits.
Ruddy rolled her eyes again. Never going to happen again Dukkcan’t get it up.
While Dukken walked off I remembered a time in my wrestling career when I didn’t care about anything other than winning and drinking. Dukken and I had never been friends but were more of drinking buddies. As for him and Ruddy, they had a fling now and then. They were a flame that flickered a lot but ended up sizzling out after he moved on to other women behind her back.
I can’t stand him and why did they give him a qualifiers match to begin with anyway? It’s not like he’s earned anything.
Dakota shook his head with a hardened laugh. Neither have I Rud. Now why don’t you be quiet for a while so I can enjoy my time here with some peace? It’s bad enough you signed me up to show up now I have to deal with your lectures and remarks.
Ruddy sat down in the chair next to him with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Stop. he said firmly while signing another picture. The more you look at him the more he enjoys the attention.
How can you just sit there and act like all of this means nothing?
Because it doesn’t Rud. The bar match is a match, it isn’t going to be the end of anything including my sobriety. Dukken is an idiot who can’t tell his right from his left and needs to learn the difference from a wrestling ring and pig pen. Dakota shook a man’s hand before looking over at Ruddy. He has years under his belt but other than that he has nothing. He’s had no training, he learns nothing, and he grapples like you used to when you were younger.
Hey.
Dunkken isn’t going to be a problem unless you make him a problem. He’s an old drunk who can’t pull his head out of his ass and is set in his ways. He doesn’t change and the only time he’s beat me is when you stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong. Ruddy rolled her eyes in Ruddy fashion and sunk into her seat gumbling under her breath. Just like you he also doesn’t know when to shut up and sticks his foot so far in his mouth it comes out of his ass. He likes to act like a hardass but most of the time the things he gets in trouble for are things other people had the balls to do while he took the credit. He’s like a copy cat killer without the commitment. Ruddy laughed this time before sitting back up in her chair. Give me some time Rud, I’ll rip through this roster.