Lies of Existence.

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

*KAREOKE NIGHT TONIGHT!*

Our scene opens up innocently enough inside the bar right down the corner from the Solid Core Gymnasium. The place where nothing but bar fights run amok is eerily serene. The usual drunks were all seated and taking notice of the man performing on the small upstep against the wall they called the stage area. Seated down on one of those small, plastic bucket chairs was Jerry Nate himself, sunglasses and cap equipped while a microphone was hanging loosely away from his lips.

"...only thirteen minutes left...but is it worth waiting?"

Mr. Fuckin' Satisfying was crooning out his own rendition of "Thirteen Minutes" by A Perfect Circle, his eyes never moving towards the screen that gave out the lyrics, for he knew the song perfectly by heart. The crowd seem enticed to sit there and listen as the "formally" second most evil man in the pro wrestling game let out this almost sorrowful song from somewhere deep inside himself.

"Would you care for me cause I'm tired...tired of all this life...Would you care for me cause I feel like..I've been cut inside..."

The baseball cap with his own name on it is tilted down as the song wraps up, the small crowd inside the booze riddled dwelling gave their small applause as Jerry made his way down from the stage, keeping his glare to himself while making his way to the actual bar and taking a seat at a stool down on the end by himself. "...Bud Ice. Can." he said to the cutey bartender in a low voice, still avoiding eye contact with anyone in his general vicinity while some drunk chick tried to sing some Rhianna song, but somehow even more shittyily. "BOOOOOOOOO!" Of course no one could ever just leave him alone in peace to drink his swill and be a drunken good time, no, someone had to come and churn up the demons still residing inside of him. A women of upper class style came up to him while the slurping had commenced already, she donned a purple trench coat with a sash holding her curves in check and an overly long sun hat to hide her face. Her finger raised up and ordered two more Bud Ices for Jerry Nate and set them down in front of the Redneck Hero.

"Sweety, if you wanted me to take you back to my motel, all you had to do was say so..."

"I'm not really here for that. I've actually got...other plans."

"Other plans? Hell, we can go to your place too, I'm not even paying for my room at that shit hole motel anyways..."

A cameraman came from out of the crowd, the equipment in his hands already rolling and pointed at the Shotgun Kid. The women soon pulled out a microphone from her trench coat, the metal dome almost slamming Jerry Nate against the lips. "Oh shit!" He was trapped inside another interview he never wanted to do. The hat flew off the seductive lady, revealing herself to be Lizzie Morna, EVPW's resident announcer/insider journalist.

"So, tell us Mr. Nate. Is the Shotgun Kid really back this time? The Redneck Hero EVPW needed to get past the darkness the last time you graced our rings?"

"Um..Uhh...Yes?"

Jerry looked on like a deer in the headlights while still trying to hide his face. A few coughs came out from deep within his chest before he turned back into the camera with a renewed sense of bravado and showmanship.

"Of course I'm back, Baby! Did you honestly think I'd show up here, in EVPW, the place where I've always done my best work, inside or outside of the ring, and not be ready to FUCKIN' Satisfy the pants right off of you and all the ladies that jam pack that gymnasium every week just to catch a glimpse of the Shotgun Kid!? I shall rise again, and again, and again and again over and over as many times as it takes, because the Shotgun Kid will ride again, and when I blaze trails, I drop A-bombs like a mother fucker on anyone who gets in my way, and sweet love the SHIT out of all the women! That...is just how Jerry Nate do, Baby Girl!"

"And what about your connections with EVPW's most infamous Dark Lord, Jaggeroth? You still seem to be at his side in...that other company."

-The Satisfying One titled his head down, you could feel the thickness that had enveloped him while his eyes widened underneath the sunglasses.-

"Why you gotta' bring up old shit?"

"Jerry, I'm just asking you a simple question. Are you still friends with Jaggeroth?"

"Well...yeah. He's my best bud. No one understands him, he trained me, he gave me chances no one else would have. He may be seen as an evil, disturbed man...but he's still my friend...and you have to stand up for your friends.."

"Even when they're rapists who find no better joy than total conquest against all his foes in ways that would be considered war crimes under the Geneva convention?"

"I..Uh...um..."

Jerry Nate turned away, grabbing his beer can and chugging it down, the aluminum imploding under the pressure of how badly he needed more beer to do this. The foam was wiped away in a hurry as he reverted his attention back on Lizzie.

"Look, he was found innocent in a court of law...Why are you asking me these questions? Jaggeroth isn't even here. He's busy running his own companies now..let's just talk about EVPW, shall we?"

"Ok. Last week on Triumph, you almost crippled a woman half your size in a pillow fight match. And in that match, you, Jerry Nate, the supposed Hero, looked like you were showing shades of your trainer and losing your brains at how tough Bella Morte is. Care to explain?"

Jerry Nate was already turned around, the two Bud Ice's Lizzie had bought him, the cans being squeezed to make the swill splash faster into his guzzling mouth.

"Ok, it's been a bad week. My cousin off'ed himself and the family was all up in arms still about me doing what I love at the funeral....and...and..."

Jerry looked up deeply into the camera as the sun glasses came up, sleep deprivation could be seen ravaging his eyes as he looked sorrowfully into the lens.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be that hostile in a pillow fight. And I certainly didn't mean to slam you with a Dragon God maneuver. I had lost my shit in our match. I didn't want to hurt you...but I needed one victory this week, and it shouldn't have been at your bodies expense, and I am sorry. Come see me sometime, and I'll teach you a few things, Rookie, because you have the it factor. And no frisky antics either....I promise."

"Well, I doubt she's going to accept that drunken apology after what you did to that poor girl on her very first night..."

"Welcome to the business. And the bookers should have known better anyways than to put her up against a battle hardened pro...Look, I've apologized enough, and I don't owe the apology to you, so let's just move on, ok?"

"...I..I was really just going to grill your balls over that fire for another five, six? Six minutes..."

"Then there's really nothing else for us to talk about now, is there super snooper?"


"No..No, sir."

Jerry turned away, letting Lizzie walk away on her own with a disheartened chuckle, she was going to be a pro wrestling announcer for the rest of her life and she knew it. Another round of beers were ordered soon enough, and even sooner drunken by the Shotgun Kid.

"Am I really that awful? All I did was stick up for my friend. I didn't rape or kill a person, that they know about anyways...and so what if that girl got hurt? It's not my fault...I'm just here to do my damn job. Nothing more, nothing less. Why do they always bother me about all this hero crap still!? They only called me that to sell T-shirts and move merchandise off the table. I just want to work..get my money, find out King Bear's juicy financial details and get the hell out of this shit hole...I'm not here to save one dame soul..."

Jerry Nate's inner monologue wasn't as inner as he had previously thought in his drunken state, he could still feels eyes watching him from all around, forcing the Shotgun Kid to slump over the bar to hide his face and hold his stupid mouth as Kareoke night continued.

TBCB: Anyone who thinks they can.

[Sublime]

Another melody of dog like yowling came to an end and the drinking hole returned to chaos; customers rowdily challenging one another to take on the spot light. The boisterous bar was suddenly pierced by the crooning of a female vocalist, her captivating voice caressing the eardrums of its occupants and relaxing their drunken limbs, “this is a man's world.”

The pale beauty swiveled her hips to the rhythm of the music, “this is a man's world….”

She was clad in a leather jacket over a little black dress and her pearly tresses were pulled into a braid. The fair haired minx had no makeup on her face and a loop in her upper lip. Upon closer inspection one can see purple blooms gracing various points on her alabaster flesh. The leather clad beauty stared solemnly at her feet, throwing herself into the song and ruminating recent events.

“But it wouldn't, it wouldn't be nothing….. Nothing, without a woman… or a girl”

Her peepers spied the crowd, halting and lingering momentarily on the hunched form clinging to the bar pitifully. She wondered what could cause a man to drink so desperately. The words to the song still spilled from her mouth, but they no longer held the same intention, for her mind seemed to be screaming at the sight of this stooped stranger; danger Will Robinson. The fair haired female bit the corner of her lip briefly, shaking away the unfounded fear that scratched at the inside of her skull; she returned her attention to the task at hand, once again eyeing the crowd somberly.

“I said, ‘He's lost, lost in the world of a man, oh yeah….And he's lost, lost in bitterness….”

The blonde bombshell couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that flipped her stomach about like a rollercoaster. Her brows furrowed as she carried out the remainder of the song, staying on key, but unable to recapture the sentiment that had drawn the attention of the patrons. Finally, her turn came to a close and the fair haired crooner deposited the mike into the next performer’s hand. She then crept up behind the bent figure, fidgeting nervously, and tapped him on the shoulder, “excuse me, sir-“

TBCB: Jerry Nate

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

-When the finger laced across The Shotgun Kid's shoulder, his muscles spasmed at the gentle touch, the golden brew going down his gullet met the impasse of the vocal cords and feels. The Blonde Bombshell could feel the tension built up inside the muscles, and some foreboding sadness. Jerry Nate somehow performed the rare occurrence of choking on a liquid as he turned around to confront whoever was poking him for attention.-

"Look, I'm not in the mood to autograph a -...."

-The Shotgun Kid stopped mid-sentence, his eyes popping underneath the sun glasses he refused to take off even though it was well past sundown at this point. An unsatisfying turn away later and two fingers in the air towards the bartender was all Bella got for a few moments.-

"You...you don't want to get involved with me, Kid. I have skeletons in my closet...big, scary skeletons..."

-The bartender came over, two shot glasses in his hand along with a chilled bottle of FirePit Whiskey, handing them off to the Satisfying One who took them slowly and stood up.-

"But, if you're not going to listen to me, and feel like digging deeper...I'll be outside on the smoker's deck if you think you want to know more."

-With that, Jerry Nate began to walk towards the back door with glasses and bottles in hand. He strolled over to a more private section of the deck and sat down, waiting to see if she would come.-

TBCB: Bella Morte

[Sublime]

As the mystery man spun around to face her, Bella’s breath caught in her throat, “oh I had no id-Well I thought maybe it was- But I was hoping-“ Bella stumbled over her words. The blonde bombshell was shocked to be confronted with the sight of her opponent outside of the ring, but then isn’t that exactly what I had been hoping for? Isn’t that precisely why I needed to get a closer look? Miss Morte pulled her bottom lip into her hungry teeth. As suddenly as he had spun around to gaze upon her, he turned back around again. Beth twitched lightly, bitter to be slighted by the man that had harassed and beaten her. The fair haired minx stifled a hateful growl that had begun to bubble in her throat. It seemed that tonight there was a certain air about The Shotgun Kid, something that diffused her aggression toward him. Why the hell is he wearing sunglasses? She watched him order another drink and shook her head; having seen him slumped over the bar just moments ago.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

The bartender returned with his order, a bottle of whiskey and a pair of shot glasses. Her orbs followed the distressed wrestler as he stood and walked toward the deck; her head cocked quizzically to the side and her sea foam eyes inspecting his retreat. The rookie diva remained motionless for an instant, unsure of what to do next. She pondered whether or not he truly wanted her to follow him. Eventually curiosity won and Bella couldn’t stop herself from slinking after Jerry Nate.

She exited the bar, the cool kiss of the outdoors welcoming her with a titillating shiver that ran up the length of her spine. Bella reached into her jacket and withdrew a pack of cigarettes, flipping the lid and plucking a smoke from its open mouth with her tangerine lips. The fair haired beauty slid into the seat beside The Shotgun Kid, then pulled out her lighter and ignited the end of her cancer stick. Miss Morte inhaled deeply, relaxing into her seat and watching Jerry expectantly, “so what’s troubling you?”

TBCB: Jerry Nate

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

-The Shotgun Kid looked down on the little Blondy, his eyes rolling underneath the sunglasses as he reached in. The cigarette between her lips was plucked away without a second thought in the world. Reaching into his breast pocket, Jerry Nate pulled out a tin of Copenhagen long cut, his brand of choice, and slammed it against the table.-

"While we may be professional athletes, you still shouldn't smoke so much. Lesson one, there are alternatives that won't leave you gasping for air in the middle of a maych..."

-He sighed, cracking his neck to and fro before popping open the tin and taking a pinch of the wonderful, aromic dip from the container. The wad of wet tobacco leaves slipped between his lip and teeth, grinding there as he got a taste of his harsh refreshment.-

"And what has me down? A lot of things actually. Mostly how I had to have a match with a women, and won. And how everyone is up my ass because they think I beat you to a pulp when it wasn't called for, when in fact I was doing you a damn favor and tried to beat the weak out of you."

-The Death King filled the shot glasses, placing them both in front of Miss Morte with a stern gaze. The sunglasses went off and stuffed into the breast pocket.-

"And I'm going to help you not be so miserably weak, because there's a storm building on the horizon, and nothing I can do will stop it, nor will that little Ethan boy who was making puppy eyes at you the other day, nor that ninja, samurai whatever he is now a days can stop it. Pyro should have warned you to stay away from me, he knows first hand what's in store for GHW, and how it's not going to be very pretty...in fact, you might be the first victim if I could bet on this. So, teaching you a little self defence would be in your best interest...Now drink."


-The Shotgun Kid took a hard swig from the bottle, then turned it over and let most of the burning liquid against the ground, he had plans that didn't require him to be skunked like a hobo with a dollar.-

TBCB: Bella.

[Sublime]

Miss Morte felt like child being scolded for her silly behavior and a part of her was beginning to despise Jerry Nate, but she couldn’t help but obey him and subconsciously straightened in her seat… And she didn’t dare reach to retrieve her stolen smoke from the seasoned wrestler. She eyed the tin he had presented and shook her head vigorously, “thank you, but no thank you…”

The blonde bombshell watched him withdraw a pinch of the sludge and slip it into his mouth, struggling not to display her revulsion, “yeah…” her eyes darted to the ground as he began ranting about their match. Bella hadn’t been surprised by the backlash the redneck had received, it was to be expected when a man and woman meet in the ring. However, she felt equally insulted by the whisperings of the abuse she ‘endured’, “I hope you know I hold nothing against you, in fact, you helped me to realize I have a lot of work ahead of me-“

Her mouth snapped shut, Bella realizing her lecture wasn’t finished. She eyed the drinks placed before her as he continued to berate her, her pupils shrinking and growing as she stared at the golden liquid. A part of her wanted to smack The Shotgun Kid and walk away from the situation…. He was hard, maybe even too hard for her, but wasn’t that his point, “I’ll take your help; show you I’m not just some little twit.”

The fair haired minx reached out, tossing back one shot after another, and grimacing as the fiery liquid trickled down into her belly, “So… How do you plan on toughening me up exactly?”

TBCB Jerry Nate

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

-The King of the 12 gauge smiled at Miss Morte's innocent question towards his proclamations, impressed with her straightforwardness. He was even more impressed with her drinking ability, no lightweight could handle his master's gut rot like that. With the whiskey bottle emptied, Jerry Nate flipped the smooth cylinder in the air and catches it by the thinner spout on top.-

"We're going to do this the old fashioned way. Muay Thai fighters don't waste their time in fancy gyms sculpting chiseled bodies, no no. In Thailand all they use is what we'd just throw away, and they get the perfect results. Old tractor tires for weight training, bricks from torn down buildings for technique practice...but before any of that..."

-Jerry Nate hoisted up the bottle, pointing the bottom towards the Blonde Bombshell with his signature smile and eyes full of little sleep.-

"Glass bottles to toughen up your nerves. You take both ends and roll this up and down your shin bones and you'll be slicing through wooden baseball bats. Tap it against your elbows, and jaws will quiver at the sight of you. Clack it across your knuckles, and, well, you could drop a bull for the permanent 3 count if you know where to hit 'em."

-The Shotgun Kid smirked, remembering his short time traveling the world while he learned his craft and picking up other little hints and tricks. An unsettling giggle filled the air, unnerving everyone in the vicinity of Jerry's voice.-

"Now, this will take some time to get used to. And you are basically killing off your nerves and pain receptors, but you'll never have to worry about the kind of shot you're firing off at someone, then you can learn to react when danger comes down on you. And spoilers, any reaction is better than no reaction."

-He held the bottle up for Bella to take, his eyes unmoving with his egotistical smirk and waiting for her to take it from him.-

[Sublime]

Bella’s mind wandered, a multitude of thoughts racing in a matter of seconds, and her head tilted slightly to the side. His smile is a bit unnerving, she thought, yet endearing. Could this be the beginning of a friendship or is he just fucking with me? He’s tempting, like an animal back into a corner, tattered and sad looking… but I swear to god if I reached for him, he’d dig his sharky teeth into my tender digits. Perhaps he isn’t actually friendly at all, or maybe he is…In situations such as these it is best to keep your distance… But then, I wouldn’t be opposed to more guidance from Jerry... The rookie shook her head, tossing the jumbled thoughts from her mind.

When she returned her gaze to Jerry she was surprised to find the empty bottle twirling in the air before him. Miss Morte grinned and her green orbs followed the dancing glass canister whilst The Shotgun Kid spoke. He pointed the bottle are her and she leaned back in her seat like a gun had been pointed at her chest. Upon realizing her own reaction, Bella quickly correct herself and her fingers subconsciously twitched to reach for the bottle, “I’ve heard of doing that, but I always thought that was a myth and people have said it doesn’t work. Then I guess you shouldn’t always believe what you hear… They probably didn’t dedicate enough time to it or had never actually tried it at all. I’m sure with your skill and experience you’d know better than I-”

As the eerie giggle trickled through his lips and a shiver crawled up the fair haired beauty’s spine. She did her best to smile and appear unfazed by his laughter, nodding and maintaining a contented expression as she continued to listen to the redneck superstar.

“Alright,” her fingers looped around the neck of the bottle and she slid the container from his grip. Miss Morte stood from her seat and gave him a pleasant smile, “thanks for the tips, I’m going to call it a night, and I hope to see you around Jerry… Maybe you can even kick my ass again some time.”

Bella winked playfully and waved goodbye before ducking back into the bar. She stepped onto the street and hailed a taxicab.

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

-Jerry sat there on the patio at that scummy dive bar, his heart still racing, but saddened at Miss Morte's sudden departure. Moments go by, the thousand mile stare coming from the Shotgun Kid as a special bottle was placed beside him by an unknown man that rushed from the area with due haste. Jerry's hand came up, as if he wasn't even in control, the hat and sunglasses re-appeared over his facade. The chirp of his cell phone brought neither a shiver or a look, it was simply lifted up and placed against his ear.-

"...yeah?"

"Your liberation has been delivered. Sing the song of angry men...."

-The phone hung up, Jerry's eyes never leaving the street corner Bella had left him for. His palm lifted up and slid over the bottom of the patio table, producing a digital voice recorder. The tiny machine gave a squeal as he stood up with a haggard look, as if he was aiming.-

"I hope to see you around Jerry… Maybe you can even kick my ass again some time.”

-A slight smile appeared over Jerry's face, a real one as Bella's voice stroked over his ears. A small rag came out of Jerry's back pocket.-

*SQUEAL*"I hope to see you around Jerry… Maybe you can even kick my ass again some time."

-Jerry's thumb sliced upwards against the bottle top, popping off the top.-

*SQUEAL*"I hope to see you around Jerry…"

-The rag from before was lightly dipped inside of the bottle, getting it nice and wet, the tip laying over the top staying dry for now.-

*SQUEAL*"I hope to see you around Jerry…"

-Jerry pulled out a large collection of papers, all laminated, and threw them around the back patio. They were backstage passes for EVPW wrestlers and a stolen driver's license for a David Ian Scoggins, some upstart wrestler who hasn't even premiered yet at EVPW.-


*SQUEAL*"I hope to see you around Jerry…"

-As if in a daze, Jerry walked up close to the back window of the bar house, lost in his new found happiness.-

*SQUEAL*"I hope to see you around Jerry…"

-He stared at the actual bar, full of bottles of flammable liquor, the bar had just started to clear out for the night, no one could see the face of bliss looking in through the back window.-

*SQUEAL*"I hope to see you around Jerry…"

-A few clicks of a lighter went off, the demonic machismo building up for that one second it would take to begin the greatest war of our generation.-

*SQUEAL*"Jerry…..."


-A roar came from the depths of Jerry's anger, the bottle in his hand went flying through the open window and crashed against all fabulous liquor containers on that oak shelf. The bottle wasn't full of normal booze, but something special as the fire went ballistic, the bar erupting into a small smoking mess inside, the people crying out as they all rushed outside to escape it. A cry came out from inside the bar as Jerry went through the back patio door. His smile never leaving his face as he walked confidently down the alley without a care in the world.-

"...Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will NOT be slaves again...."

-The voice of the Shotgun Kid was nearly silent as he sung to himself, disappearing from sight amongst the gangs of street trash that was rushing to watch the old bar burn to the ground.*

EOT

[Desperado]

BRAVO Guys!!! Nice work!

[Sublime]

Do you ever get tired of being so awesome Jerry?
And thanks Despy <3