Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2021 8:23:23 GMT -5
Fallout (offcam)
It had been a quiet month at the Busch-ranch in Harrison, Arkansas. Ever since Coronation and Tiny Tim’s win over Ricky Rhodes, the brothers had, outside of a quick visit to Reno to fulfill the promise of Hot Dogs to Tiny, been spending their days at the ranch. Tiny had of course been ecstatic at getting his friend Socksworth back, with the older brothers Big Sam and Loverboy Tom kicking back and relaxing. But the day of the next show was closing in and they’d be back in action again. And this had Big Sam worried.
It was evening, the two older brothers were seated at the living room, Loverboy flipping through the TV channels while Sam was focusing on a glass of scotch he had infront of him. Tiny had already gone to sleep. Sam, the middle brother finally chose to speak his worries. “Hey Tom. Yanno. We dodged a bullet at CORONATION… right?”
The oldest, Loverboy Tom glanced over at Sam, shutting off the TV as he did. “Whatcha mean Sammy-O? Tiny taught Rickydicky some manners and we’s got a big fat check from it. Exactly as Loverboy planned. So whats grindin ya gears Sammy-o?
Sam sighed. There were times when he hated having to be the responsible one. “That coulda gone to shit in a hurry Tom. What if the rat had managed to somehow pull a fucking rabbit outta his hat and beat Tiny? We’d be dealing with a Tiny that had a total meltdown here. And it was fucking close beforehand. Ya really think we oughta keep doin this? I mean FUCK, ya seen the size of the next fucker we facing?”
Loverboy actually looked serious for a moment. Well as serious as a grown ass man in tiedye can look. “Sammy. Samuel. I get it. I really do. I was worried for Tiny aswell. Or do you really think I’m that callous?” His words actually manage to shame Sam for a moment, an effect completely ruined when Loverboy immediately follows up with a wide grin and continues. “BUUUUT.... Shoulda coulda woulda. Why worry about what ifs when they didn’t happen? Ya oughta give your brothers a touch more credit Sammy-O, we can handle ourselves in a fight! An sure, that enigma-fella is a big boy… But it ain’t the first time Loverboy has taken someone that size to town. Don’t worry Sammy-O, we’s got this!”
The middle brother sighed. There was no reasoning with Loverboy, and even less with Tiny. He gazed up to the ceiling and pondered to himself. Sure, he enjoyed the scraps, and getting paid for it was great. But so many things could go wrong, his only family could get hurt. For all his gruffness and coarseness… Big Sam had a soft spot. And it was his brothers. Finally he spoke up. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. But this is a tag match, not a trios one. It’ll be you and me Tom. And you’re gonna be the one explaining to Tiny why he’s sitting it out.”
Loverboy blinked and was about to protest, but Big Sam raised his hand to shut him up. “Don’t argue with me on this Tom. I don’t care how you explain it to him, but he’s sitting this one out.”
Loverboy sighed and nodded. “Fine. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. But Samuel, if or when we capture those championship belts… Ya think ya can keep Tiny out of the ring then? I mean, it’s tag titles. Gonna be two on two. And I can bet my multicolored shirt that Tiny will want to be the one defending them. Hell, even winning them in the first place. So whatcha think Sammy-O, ya can talk him outta that?”
Big Sam grumbled. “Nah. That’ll be impossible. But as long as it ain’t those Trinawhatever fucks that we facing, Tiny can be there. WITH ME.” He stared a hole through Loverboy to make his point clear. “I won’t let the two of you go out without me there to cover your asses. That’s non-negotiable.”
The oldest brother shrugged. “Oww… such a buzzkill. Fine. make like burger king and have it your way Sammy-O.” And with that Loverboy left the livingroom, leaving Big Sam staring at his drink, slowly nursing it alone.
He knew that the stakes were getting higher. And it had the potential of just blowing up on the face of all three brothers. But Big Sam knew there was no talking them outta it.
“Fuck it. One for all and all for one"
It had been a quiet month at the Busch-ranch in Harrison, Arkansas. Ever since Coronation and Tiny Tim’s win over Ricky Rhodes, the brothers had, outside of a quick visit to Reno to fulfill the promise of Hot Dogs to Tiny, been spending their days at the ranch. Tiny had of course been ecstatic at getting his friend Socksworth back, with the older brothers Big Sam and Loverboy Tom kicking back and relaxing. But the day of the next show was closing in and they’d be back in action again. And this had Big Sam worried.
It was evening, the two older brothers were seated at the living room, Loverboy flipping through the TV channels while Sam was focusing on a glass of scotch he had infront of him. Tiny had already gone to sleep. Sam, the middle brother finally chose to speak his worries. “Hey Tom. Yanno. We dodged a bullet at CORONATION… right?”
The oldest, Loverboy Tom glanced over at Sam, shutting off the TV as he did. “Whatcha mean Sammy-O? Tiny taught Rickydicky some manners and we’s got a big fat check from it. Exactly as Loverboy planned. So whats grindin ya gears Sammy-o?
Sam sighed. There were times when he hated having to be the responsible one. “That coulda gone to shit in a hurry Tom. What if the rat had managed to somehow pull a fucking rabbit outta his hat and beat Tiny? We’d be dealing with a Tiny that had a total meltdown here. And it was fucking close beforehand. Ya really think we oughta keep doin this? I mean FUCK, ya seen the size of the next fucker we facing?”
Loverboy actually looked serious for a moment. Well as serious as a grown ass man in tiedye can look. “Sammy. Samuel. I get it. I really do. I was worried for Tiny aswell. Or do you really think I’m that callous?” His words actually manage to shame Sam for a moment, an effect completely ruined when Loverboy immediately follows up with a wide grin and continues. “BUUUUT.... Shoulda coulda woulda. Why worry about what ifs when they didn’t happen? Ya oughta give your brothers a touch more credit Sammy-O, we can handle ourselves in a fight! An sure, that enigma-fella is a big boy… But it ain’t the first time Loverboy has taken someone that size to town. Don’t worry Sammy-O, we’s got this!”
The middle brother sighed. There was no reasoning with Loverboy, and even less with Tiny. He gazed up to the ceiling and pondered to himself. Sure, he enjoyed the scraps, and getting paid for it was great. But so many things could go wrong, his only family could get hurt. For all his gruffness and coarseness… Big Sam had a soft spot. And it was his brothers. Finally he spoke up. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. But this is a tag match, not a trios one. It’ll be you and me Tom. And you’re gonna be the one explaining to Tiny why he’s sitting it out.”
Loverboy blinked and was about to protest, but Big Sam raised his hand to shut him up. “Don’t argue with me on this Tom. I don’t care how you explain it to him, but he’s sitting this one out.”
Loverboy sighed and nodded. “Fine. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. But Samuel, if or when we capture those championship belts… Ya think ya can keep Tiny out of the ring then? I mean, it’s tag titles. Gonna be two on two. And I can bet my multicolored shirt that Tiny will want to be the one defending them. Hell, even winning them in the first place. So whatcha think Sammy-O, ya can talk him outta that?”
Big Sam grumbled. “Nah. That’ll be impossible. But as long as it ain’t those Trinawhatever fucks that we facing, Tiny can be there. WITH ME.” He stared a hole through Loverboy to make his point clear. “I won’t let the two of you go out without me there to cover your asses. That’s non-negotiable.”
The oldest brother shrugged. “Oww… such a buzzkill. Fine. make like burger king and have it your way Sammy-O.” And with that Loverboy left the livingroom, leaving Big Sam staring at his drink, slowly nursing it alone.
He knew that the stakes were getting higher. And it had the potential of just blowing up on the face of all three brothers. But Big Sam knew there was no talking them outta it.
“Fuck it. One for all and all for one"