Jeers
A bar. Somewhat deserted. Pretty well-lit for a bar. Kinda set up like “Jeers.” Sure, just picture that bar. Since that’s the name of this bar. It would be helpful.
“Well looky here, it’s the place where nobody knows your name,” bellowed Little Good as he opened the door and it crashed against the wood Native-American-Indian with the cigars. “Finally, Little Good is back in Cloudydale. Finally, Little Good is back home.”
Little Good walks down the three steps and heads toward the bar. He looks down at a brown stool and takes a seat. He bangs on the gold bar surrounding the bar twice. That grabs the attention of the bartender, a short man whose eyes barely can see over the bar. He is wearing a luchadore mask. Dennis approaches Little Good. He takes a seat next to the most evil addition to the BOB roster of all time. After putting in an order for a Red Death, he looks over at Dennis. He’s got a microphone.
“You better watch out or I’ll stick that microphone up your nostril. Y’know, some people are just born evil. That’s my story. You know my name. Don’t you? Doesn’t everybody here know who I am? I’m a bad boy. I cause trouble and hurt people. I’m notorious for injuring other wrestlers by blowing easy moves such as headlocks and armbars and lockups. But I’m damn good at punching, kicking and throwing. I’m not in this business to entertain. I’m here to legitimately hurt people. Now bugger off.”
Dennis doesn’t.
“Bloody hell, are you still here?” Little Good asks Dennis. Little Good bangs the bar. This time, a man dressed in a wedding dress comes to take his order.
“I’ll take a bloody Sarah.”
“A what?” came the high-pitched reply from the man in the wedding dress.
“Sorry. I mean, a bloody Mary.”
“That I can do you for sugar.”
“Oh yeah. Sarah ‘The Jobber Slayer’ thinks she’s doing good by getting rid of bad gimmicks and untalented wrestlers. We have rights too damnit! What’s my gimmick? I’m evil. I’m more evil than the devil mate. All in due time. What you want to ask me about guy?”
Dennis tells him about the upcoming pay-per-view. And the weapons.
“Well I’ll be jiggered. Too bad my ultimate plan of evil will prevent FUBAR from ever happening. For you see, I have devised the most evil, yet legally binding plan of all time. And if all goes according to plan, by the time BOB hits PPV, I will be the most powerful man EVER.”
He pauses.
“And if not, then I guess I’ll bring a video camera of some sort to whack people with.”