Post by South Texas Deathride on Nov 13, 2019 10:16:29 GMT -5
Deathride matches, without the death, are just okay. We're better than okay.
Blindfolded, Jackson Reno stood back-to-back with his son, it was to be the highest stakes ever waged in the most intense game of rock-paper-scissors ever played.
"Ready," the boy asked, absolutely beaming.
"You count!"
"One," they both dropped their fists into an open palm, "TWO! —"
"Wait a second, hold on, whoa; Buddy, come on," Reno stopped the count, "I think grapes, cottage cheese and a pineapple ring are much better than ice cream again, right?"
A pouting chin dropped to rest on the zipper tuck of the little guy's Spongebob jammies.
"What do you think?"
Unbeknownst to Reno, his tag team partner sneaked into the room and was crouched beside his boy, whispering into his tiny ear.
The corners of that frown went straight up with a giggle.
"Don't be a sissy," the boy teased, "skeered I'ma beat`cha."
"Oh, it's like that, huh? Okay, wise guy, before you start counting again, prepare to get beat sooo! bad."
"Ready?"
"Yep!"
"One!"
"Two," Reno dared.
"Three;" both showed scissors, but without thinking the little one asked, "who won?"
"I dunno, what are you sho —"
"SCISSORS!"
"Well, I have rock."
"Nuh uh!" James belted out, "He is so lying to you, little man."
All three laughed as Reno and his boy removed their blindfolds, turning to share a hug.
"Did you learn anything?"
"Yeah, he did," James answered his partner, "how to tell a lie."
"And," the boy added, "I get ice cream!"
"Never mind," Reno rolled his eyes.
"Bro, he is young, let him be."
"Like my dad used to say, you'll never understand until you have —"
"Nope! Nuh uh, not me, Bro. I'm good," James opened Reno's fridge and dove in. "So, where are you and Brat headed?"
"Hospital," Reno let slip. His eyes showed it.
"Oh yeah? I mean, it's cool."
You know that silence. The one where, on either side of it, you get that pinch at the bottom of your throat and a pressure builds in your chest.
It was awkward for about a minute.
Just long enough to see that the bruising on Jackson Reno's face had only started to heal; and, not soon enough, "Daddy," his son broke the silence from the other room, "what's a punching bag?"
"It's someone, like these fools, that your dad and I beat up every week," James laughed as he answered.
"Don't tell him that shit," Reno scolded before answering, "it's those bags in Mr. Boneshaker's Gym that you hit, kick and tackle."
"All of `em?"
"Yep."
"All their sizes?"
"All of them, boy."
"Even like you and BJ?"
"I ain't no punchin' bag," James kept to his feet and went for the den.
"Ain't what this man just said."
Reno was shortly behind his partner; into the den, where the boy was watching an advertisement for the upcoming PCW Trauma event, "What man?"
"Where's your remote, Bro?" James searched the tables before diving between the cushions.
"What man?"
Reno's initial shock made him instantly wince. —Grimm pains.
"The man with the barbed-wire crown on the throne, he said, 'nemesis is teamed with the new punching bag' and said 'South Texas Deathride' was it."
"Who the fuh —"
"BRET!!"
"Got it," mashing buttons as he fumbled the remote, James had it rewinding soon enough.
"THAT man!"
"WHAT man?!" Echo James entered, instantly shushed by Reno and her brother.
On the screen, Pure Class Wrestling's Underground King, Holden Ross had indeed said just that.
"See..." the little boy turned, looking over his shoulder, "why?"
Reno's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Just the same as the James siblings on each side of him.
He paused the feed.
Nothing…
Not one of them.
Yet, the curious child awaited with batting eyes and his head slightly tilted.
"Well, see, that man, he is full of shi —"
Reno stopped James, shaking his head. He crouched down next to his son to explain, "Believe it or not, as mean as he looks, this guy has a few people that hang on his every word and want him to win every match."
"So he's talking to them?"
"Yes, but he wants to convince everybody that he can and it will be easy for him to do so right now because, remember BJ and dad lost last week?"
"Yeah…" his small eyebrows instantly questioned, "but you won last week too. You are gonna face the champions!"
"Not in his world —"
"YOU fight on different worlds?!"
"No," Reno dropped his head, "oh goodness, um —"
"Companies, little man," Echo for the save as she resumed the feed, "different companies."
"Yeah, see, in his company, he wants to make us appear to be weak little sissy wimps or punching bags."
"Like BJ said, then?"
"I give up," Reno laughed, noogying his boy before standing up.
"So," the leg of Reno's jeans was tugged, "are you? Are you a punching bag?"
"No."
"...but Dad, he is a king!"
"So," James plops down on the couch, with a faux elbow drop on the boy's lap, "does that make him right?"
"Duh, I'd kinda believe a king."
"Over your Dah —"
"Wait, when BJ and I beat this king of yours, then what?"
"BJ already said, Dad?"
"Oh, yeah," BJ swirled around to listen, "what'd I say?"
The little guy leaned in close to almost whisper, "The mean king is full of shit."
While everyone laughed, the boy turned back to the television. Echo and Reno headed toward the door and James followed
"Tell her to get well and stuff. I'm hoping for the best for her."
"Make sure he eats," Reno runs the checklist, "and don't give him the ice cream too late. And no other sweets. And —"
James closed the door as the list would have rambled on forever. He and the boy were going to stream big time wrestling all night.
Blindfolded, Jackson Reno stood back-to-back with his son, it was to be the highest stakes ever waged in the most intense game of rock-paper-scissors ever played.
"Ready," the boy asked, absolutely beaming.
"You count!"
"One," they both dropped their fists into an open palm, "TWO! —"
"Wait a second, hold on, whoa; Buddy, come on," Reno stopped the count, "I think grapes, cottage cheese and a pineapple ring are much better than ice cream again, right?"
A pouting chin dropped to rest on the zipper tuck of the little guy's Spongebob jammies.
"What do you think?"
Unbeknownst to Reno, his tag team partner sneaked into the room and was crouched beside his boy, whispering into his tiny ear.
The corners of that frown went straight up with a giggle.
"Don't be a sissy," the boy teased, "skeered I'ma beat`cha."
"Oh, it's like that, huh? Okay, wise guy, before you start counting again, prepare to get beat sooo! bad."
"Ready?"
"Yep!"
"One!"
"Two," Reno dared.
"Three;" both showed scissors, but without thinking the little one asked, "who won?"
"I dunno, what are you sho —"
"SCISSORS!"
"Well, I have rock."
"Nuh uh!" James belted out, "He is so lying to you, little man."
All three laughed as Reno and his boy removed their blindfolds, turning to share a hug.
"Did you learn anything?"
"Yeah, he did," James answered his partner, "how to tell a lie."
"And," the boy added, "I get ice cream!"
"Never mind," Reno rolled his eyes.
"Bro, he is young, let him be."
"Like my dad used to say, you'll never understand until you have —"
"Nope! Nuh uh, not me, Bro. I'm good," James opened Reno's fridge and dove in. "So, where are you and Brat headed?"
"Hospital," Reno let slip. His eyes showed it.
"Oh yeah? I mean, it's cool."
You know that silence. The one where, on either side of it, you get that pinch at the bottom of your throat and a pressure builds in your chest.
It was awkward for about a minute.
Just long enough to see that the bruising on Jackson Reno's face had only started to heal; and, not soon enough, "Daddy," his son broke the silence from the other room, "what's a punching bag?"
"It's someone, like these fools, that your dad and I beat up every week," James laughed as he answered.
"Don't tell him that shit," Reno scolded before answering, "it's those bags in Mr. Boneshaker's Gym that you hit, kick and tackle."
"All of `em?"
"Yep."
"All their sizes?"
"All of them, boy."
"Even like you and BJ?"
"I ain't no punchin' bag," James kept to his feet and went for the den.
"Ain't what this man just said."
Reno was shortly behind his partner; into the den, where the boy was watching an advertisement for the upcoming PCW Trauma event, "What man?"
"Where's your remote, Bro?" James searched the tables before diving between the cushions.
"What man?"
Reno's initial shock made him instantly wince. —Grimm pains.
"The man with the barbed-wire crown on the throne, he said, 'nemesis is teamed with the new punching bag' and said 'South Texas Deathride' was it."
"Who the fuh —"
"BRET!!"
"Got it," mashing buttons as he fumbled the remote, James had it rewinding soon enough.
"THAT man!"
"WHAT man?!" Echo James entered, instantly shushed by Reno and her brother.
On the screen, Pure Class Wrestling's Underground King, Holden Ross had indeed said just that.
"See..." the little boy turned, looking over his shoulder, "why?"
Reno's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Just the same as the James siblings on each side of him.
He paused the feed.
Nothing…
Not one of them.
Yet, the curious child awaited with batting eyes and his head slightly tilted.
"Well, see, that man, he is full of shi —"
Reno stopped James, shaking his head. He crouched down next to his son to explain, "Believe it or not, as mean as he looks, this guy has a few people that hang on his every word and want him to win every match."
"So he's talking to them?"
"Yes, but he wants to convince everybody that he can and it will be easy for him to do so right now because, remember BJ and dad lost last week?"
"Yeah…" his small eyebrows instantly questioned, "but you won last week too. You are gonna face the champions!"
"Not in his world —"
"YOU fight on different worlds?!"
"No," Reno dropped his head, "oh goodness, um —"
"Companies, little man," Echo for the save as she resumed the feed, "different companies."
"Yeah, see, in his company, he wants to make us appear to be weak little sissy wimps or punching bags."
"Like BJ said, then?"
"I give up," Reno laughed, noogying his boy before standing up.
"So," the leg of Reno's jeans was tugged, "are you? Are you a punching bag?"
"No."
"...but Dad, he is a king!"
"So," James plops down on the couch, with a faux elbow drop on the boy's lap, "does that make him right?"
"Duh, I'd kinda believe a king."
"Over your Dah —"
"Wait, when BJ and I beat this king of yours, then what?"
"BJ already said, Dad?"
"Oh, yeah," BJ swirled around to listen, "what'd I say?"
The little guy leaned in close to almost whisper, "The mean king is full of shit."
While everyone laughed, the boy turned back to the television. Echo and Reno headed toward the door and James followed
"Tell her to get well and stuff. I'm hoping for the best for her."
"Make sure he eats," Reno runs the checklist, "and don't give him the ice cream too late. And no other sweets. And —"
James closed the door as the list would have rambled on forever. He and the boy were going to stream big time wrestling all night.