Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 6:34:53 GMT -5
Catching up (off-cam)
It was a quiet Tuesday morning in Reno. For most people it was just another tuesday, but for Don Tirri it was a different day. Because it was the day he was gonna meet up with his old mentor Winston Millar-Dyson for the first time in what seemed like ages. The old wizened fox that had tried to guide Tirri’s career early on in the UK.
Tirri was sitting in his living room nervously, he had given the address and had been told WMD would show up soonish. Considering all that had been going on in his life recently, it was a weird feeling to say the least. Finally the doorbell rang and he went to open the door.
“Damn man, it’s been forever. Good to see ya WMD!” He hollered happily as he opened the door and saw his old friend on the doorway.
“Look at you kid, not a day over 56” The older man let out a coarse cackle of laughter before handing over a bag to his former protege. “A little greetings from the old country.”
Tirri grabbed the bag and motioned towards the living room, sitting down on the armchair and lighting up a cigarette before taking a glance in the bag and seeing a couple bottles of Finlandia vodka, a treasure of Finnish drinking culture. “Damn man, you really went out of your way. But why so many bottles? One should be enough to celebrate a win” He gave WMD a quizzical look as the older man sat down on the couch.
“Well the first bottle..” The big man moves it away from the others, placing it on the table between them as he crashes on a couch. “..is for your win. Celebration is in order, finally making it big time and all.”
He sees Tirri’s quizzical gaze and arches a brow. “Oh the other two? Well that’s simple, kid. Those are there..”
He lets the statement fade before smirking.
“In case you lose.”
Tirri groaned and shook his head. “Always the pessimist Winnie. I mean, sure Luthie is a tough sonovabitch but still. You know I can take just about anyone in the ring. My problems have always been out of the ring. I mean, you were there 20-some years ago. You saw what happened first hand.” The finn took a deep drag of his cigarette and leaned back.
“But still. I am a bit nervous. UPRISING been treating me well, Jax is a good boss and the rest of the roster seem to have taken up to my brand of funny. Still I’m kinda afraid that I’ll do what I always do, get pissed off and burn a bridge. Ya know?”
Couch creaked under the big man’s weight he puts one foot over the other. From the looks of it Winston could have been any ol’ aged man, well if the any old man would rock faded Bryan Adams tour shirts, wornout jeans and dirty cowboy boots that is. He tilted his head back.
“Luther Thunder? He ain’t so tough! My kid made him tap out in Georgia!”
This pushes surprise on the Finnish Foulmouth.
“Really, that lil’ twerp? How did he pull that off?”
WMD smirks. “He had some leverage..I’d say about seven feet of it. I just grabbed him by the legs and pulled while Yorkshire Terror went after tulip’s legs. He is a hell of a submissions that kid..don’t tell him I said that though. He might get a big head.”
Tirri looked thoughtful for a moment. “So you’re telling me that Stupid Stupid actually beat Luther. Huh. Shame I don’t have a seven-foot old asshole to back me up. On the contrary, I need to deal with that foulmouthed gold-digger of Luthies. That’s what I am partly afraid ya know. One on one I can take Luthie but that bitch creates a complication. But thats something I’ll deal with once I get there.” He grinned and shrugged. “Anyway, how’s things down south? Im amazed the place is still up considering that the mind behind the booking is currently booking HERE.”
The old man nodded when a sly smirk started appearing on his lips. “Oh Esmers, wouldn’t mind getting a little up close and personal with her, you know give her a little push of my own..I mean I love my wife of course, but the greatest advice on any good relationship is distance. Look kid, I could tell you that she’s a non-factor. I could claim that she’s about as full of hot air as he is, but those two are a dangerous combo and I’m not talking about boss&minion level.. The two seem to live off on people hating and despising them which justifies their presence. So yeah watch your six with the missus sure, but your main focus has to still be Luther himself, because whatever happens in that match, boils down to you and him, one way or another. Last thing you want is to be as old as me and kick yourself over keeping your eyes on a pair of tits for a second too long and losing your one chance to succeed. No offense but there’s changes afoot in the industry and blokes like us aren’t the preferred flavor anymore.”
“Yeah. I know. It’s all about the new hotness. I mean, even UPRISING is filled to the brim with young hotshots who think they can just walk in and own the place. Luckily I’m not the only vet here so the young kids should stay in line.” chuckling a bit, the Finn finishes his cigarette and stumps it out. “But yeah. This is a big deal for me. Been 20 fucking years since I last had a shot like that. And I’ll be fucking DAMNED if I let some stuck up rich fuck or his surgically enchanced cuntrotted whore of a wife ruin it for me. UPRISING needs a champion that it can be proud of and thats me.” His rant had gotten a somewhat angry edge, but he caught it and calmed down. “So, ya sticking in town to watch the match? Win or lose, I could use a drinking buddy afterwards. Hell, invite Stupid Stupid over too. I wouldn’t mind trading jabs with him either”
“A bunch of young kids who walk in thinking they own the place huh? Now where have witnessed nonsense like that before. Oh I don’t know..my memory isn’t what it used to be but I’d say it was hmm some 20 years ago maybe?”
He chuckles to see realization landing on Tirri before continuing.
“Nice to see that you have finally learned something though kiddo. Better late than never. However you have to forgive yourself for your past mistakes. If I sat down wallowing on all the shit I did over the years Grandpa W wouldn’t be the best damn Gramps around.”
The big man smiles warmly thinking of his grandchildren, twins. Lovely little hellraisers that he spoiled every chance he could, that was one of those age old rights of a grandparent, spoil the grandkids rotten and treat them better than you ever did your own kids. He snaps back to reality and present time.
“As far as the match goes, my priority is to make sure the boy doesn’t mess his own shit up, if nothing drastic happens I might be around, just don’t expect me to jump the rail and bail your ass out of a beating or some such bollocks, too old for that shit. Besides if there’s fighting to be made, I won’t be relying on just boots and fists. You know that, so if I choose to get involved in anything that may end your career quicker than a Scotman’s sex drive on a chilly day!”
Tirri couldn’t help but to chuckle at the last joke, shaking his head with a wide grin. “Damn man, what is it with you englishmen and scots. Here I thought Finns and Swedes get vicious. Anyway, don’t worry about jumping any barriers, you might blow a quad or something. So if you’re around, better to just sit own your wrinkly old ass and enjoy the show if you do plan on showing up. Maybe and old fox like you might distract Esmers”
“But yeah. I do appreciate you showing up. Good to be reminded occasionally that there ARE people out there who you can call friends. I mean, you aren’t as easy to rib as the kiddo that occasionally crashes here, but you’re better company!” Tirri chuckled and offered a beer to the old fox.
He reaches for the beer, groans.
“Still haven’t got the taste of finer things in life have you kiddo? This sewage they call beer, or that damn near petrol you call spirits and nothing between. There are few things better in life that a few bottles of fine wine, along with few fine women to do karaoke with..there are things that the youngsters think they know better, but the art of love, romancing and dancing..that’s up us old prowlers to handle. Show these “modern men” that just because you tell the missus to get off the phone and fix your dinner..doesn’t mean she won’t be doing it with a smile since you treat her like a queen in the master bedroom and take her to cloud nine every bloody nightfall.”
He manages to glug down some of the beer, twists his face up something horrid before finishing the bottle.
“Didn’t feel like NOT drinking though?” Tirri snipes and the old man scoffs.
“You took the cap off, what was I supposed to do, spit it back in the bottle!”
Giving out a hearty laugh, the Finn empties his own bottle and tosses it aside. “Can’t argue with that logic!”
It was a quiet Tuesday morning in Reno. For most people it was just another tuesday, but for Don Tirri it was a different day. Because it was the day he was gonna meet up with his old mentor Winston Millar-Dyson for the first time in what seemed like ages. The old wizened fox that had tried to guide Tirri’s career early on in the UK.
Tirri was sitting in his living room nervously, he had given the address and had been told WMD would show up soonish. Considering all that had been going on in his life recently, it was a weird feeling to say the least. Finally the doorbell rang and he went to open the door.
“Damn man, it’s been forever. Good to see ya WMD!” He hollered happily as he opened the door and saw his old friend on the doorway.
“Look at you kid, not a day over 56” The older man let out a coarse cackle of laughter before handing over a bag to his former protege. “A little greetings from the old country.”
Tirri grabbed the bag and motioned towards the living room, sitting down on the armchair and lighting up a cigarette before taking a glance in the bag and seeing a couple bottles of Finlandia vodka, a treasure of Finnish drinking culture. “Damn man, you really went out of your way. But why so many bottles? One should be enough to celebrate a win” He gave WMD a quizzical look as the older man sat down on the couch.
“Well the first bottle..” The big man moves it away from the others, placing it on the table between them as he crashes on a couch. “..is for your win. Celebration is in order, finally making it big time and all.”
He sees Tirri’s quizzical gaze and arches a brow. “Oh the other two? Well that’s simple, kid. Those are there..”
He lets the statement fade before smirking.
“In case you lose.”
Tirri groaned and shook his head. “Always the pessimist Winnie. I mean, sure Luthie is a tough sonovabitch but still. You know I can take just about anyone in the ring. My problems have always been out of the ring. I mean, you were there 20-some years ago. You saw what happened first hand.” The finn took a deep drag of his cigarette and leaned back.
“But still. I am a bit nervous. UPRISING been treating me well, Jax is a good boss and the rest of the roster seem to have taken up to my brand of funny. Still I’m kinda afraid that I’ll do what I always do, get pissed off and burn a bridge. Ya know?”
Couch creaked under the big man’s weight he puts one foot over the other. From the looks of it Winston could have been any ol’ aged man, well if the any old man would rock faded Bryan Adams tour shirts, wornout jeans and dirty cowboy boots that is. He tilted his head back.
“Luther Thunder? He ain’t so tough! My kid made him tap out in Georgia!”
This pushes surprise on the Finnish Foulmouth.
“Really, that lil’ twerp? How did he pull that off?”
WMD smirks. “He had some leverage..I’d say about seven feet of it. I just grabbed him by the legs and pulled while Yorkshire Terror went after tulip’s legs. He is a hell of a submissions that kid..don’t tell him I said that though. He might get a big head.”
Tirri looked thoughtful for a moment. “So you’re telling me that Stupid Stupid actually beat Luther. Huh. Shame I don’t have a seven-foot old asshole to back me up. On the contrary, I need to deal with that foulmouthed gold-digger of Luthies. That’s what I am partly afraid ya know. One on one I can take Luthie but that bitch creates a complication. But thats something I’ll deal with once I get there.” He grinned and shrugged. “Anyway, how’s things down south? Im amazed the place is still up considering that the mind behind the booking is currently booking HERE.”
The old man nodded when a sly smirk started appearing on his lips. “Oh Esmers, wouldn’t mind getting a little up close and personal with her, you know give her a little push of my own..I mean I love my wife of course, but the greatest advice on any good relationship is distance. Look kid, I could tell you that she’s a non-factor. I could claim that she’s about as full of hot air as he is, but those two are a dangerous combo and I’m not talking about boss&minion level.. The two seem to live off on people hating and despising them which justifies their presence. So yeah watch your six with the missus sure, but your main focus has to still be Luther himself, because whatever happens in that match, boils down to you and him, one way or another. Last thing you want is to be as old as me and kick yourself over keeping your eyes on a pair of tits for a second too long and losing your one chance to succeed. No offense but there’s changes afoot in the industry and blokes like us aren’t the preferred flavor anymore.”
“Yeah. I know. It’s all about the new hotness. I mean, even UPRISING is filled to the brim with young hotshots who think they can just walk in and own the place. Luckily I’m not the only vet here so the young kids should stay in line.” chuckling a bit, the Finn finishes his cigarette and stumps it out. “But yeah. This is a big deal for me. Been 20 fucking years since I last had a shot like that. And I’ll be fucking DAMNED if I let some stuck up rich fuck or his surgically enchanced cuntrotted whore of a wife ruin it for me. UPRISING needs a champion that it can be proud of and thats me.” His rant had gotten a somewhat angry edge, but he caught it and calmed down. “So, ya sticking in town to watch the match? Win or lose, I could use a drinking buddy afterwards. Hell, invite Stupid Stupid over too. I wouldn’t mind trading jabs with him either”
“A bunch of young kids who walk in thinking they own the place huh? Now where have witnessed nonsense like that before. Oh I don’t know..my memory isn’t what it used to be but I’d say it was hmm some 20 years ago maybe?”
He chuckles to see realization landing on Tirri before continuing.
“Nice to see that you have finally learned something though kiddo. Better late than never. However you have to forgive yourself for your past mistakes. If I sat down wallowing on all the shit I did over the years Grandpa W wouldn’t be the best damn Gramps around.”
The big man smiles warmly thinking of his grandchildren, twins. Lovely little hellraisers that he spoiled every chance he could, that was one of those age old rights of a grandparent, spoil the grandkids rotten and treat them better than you ever did your own kids. He snaps back to reality and present time.
“As far as the match goes, my priority is to make sure the boy doesn’t mess his own shit up, if nothing drastic happens I might be around, just don’t expect me to jump the rail and bail your ass out of a beating or some such bollocks, too old for that shit. Besides if there’s fighting to be made, I won’t be relying on just boots and fists. You know that, so if I choose to get involved in anything that may end your career quicker than a Scotman’s sex drive on a chilly day!”
Tirri couldn’t help but to chuckle at the last joke, shaking his head with a wide grin. “Damn man, what is it with you englishmen and scots. Here I thought Finns and Swedes get vicious. Anyway, don’t worry about jumping any barriers, you might blow a quad or something. So if you’re around, better to just sit own your wrinkly old ass and enjoy the show if you do plan on showing up. Maybe and old fox like you might distract Esmers”
“But yeah. I do appreciate you showing up. Good to be reminded occasionally that there ARE people out there who you can call friends. I mean, you aren’t as easy to rib as the kiddo that occasionally crashes here, but you’re better company!” Tirri chuckled and offered a beer to the old fox.
He reaches for the beer, groans.
“Still haven’t got the taste of finer things in life have you kiddo? This sewage they call beer, or that damn near petrol you call spirits and nothing between. There are few things better in life that a few bottles of fine wine, along with few fine women to do karaoke with..there are things that the youngsters think they know better, but the art of love, romancing and dancing..that’s up us old prowlers to handle. Show these “modern men” that just because you tell the missus to get off the phone and fix your dinner..doesn’t mean she won’t be doing it with a smile since you treat her like a queen in the master bedroom and take her to cloud nine every bloody nightfall.”
He manages to glug down some of the beer, twists his face up something horrid before finishing the bottle.
“Didn’t feel like NOT drinking though?” Tirri snipes and the old man scoffs.
“You took the cap off, what was I supposed to do, spit it back in the bottle!”
Giving out a hearty laugh, the Finn empties his own bottle and tosses it aside. “Can’t argue with that logic!”