Post by J on Nov 19, 2020 9:26:12 GMT -5
Road to Reno
“So..Reno, huh?” He looked out of the window of the car. Somehow bewildered by the lack of change in the scenery.
“A lot of sand..and more sand..with some sand.”
She shook her head.
“That’s why it’s called A DESERT loverboy, don’t be like that at least it’s not as cold as Canada.”
Luther looked over to his wife who doubled as his driver, manager, personal gopher, lover and overall partner in life and crime. He was a lucky man to have someone like her by his side after all the things he had done during his career. Thirteen long years on the road and less than ten of those years married..the years they had been together. Were the best damn years of his life. He leaned back on the front seat and sighed, stretching out his legs a bit.
“I suppose, I mean I prefer the heat to the cold if I get a choice. Just didn’t necessarily think this is where my road would take me, you know?”
“Oh your road takes wherever the hell I take you.” She winks at him and it still made his heart skip a beat.
“You know what I mean. So many have retired, some are even dead. People who came before me, with me and even after me..and I’m still here, do you ever think I should just..stop?”
“Stop? I don’t think you have it in you to stop. I mean sure, you could focus more time and effort into your ministry, but without a few skulls to crack I think you’d just get bored. You love fighting too much. Besides, you need to keep working out, I don’t want to be married to some flabby guy!” She chuckled, winking at him so he knew she was joking. Maybe.
“What? Been thinking of trading up or something?” He arched a brow and she didn’t even look at him.
“Well a girl has to keep her options open. I mean Vegas is just around the corner, maybe some rich tycoon brings his hot, insatiable young heir to the shows and..”
“JESUS FUCK ESME!”
She shushes him up.
“Language. Remember, you are goddamn rolemodel to these kids. Act accordingly.”
He grumbles slumping down on his seat.
“Well excuse me for worrying that my hot wife would trade me up to some boytoy..”
“A RICH boytoy..don’t forget about the money”
“..I got money too you know!”
She chuckles again.
“Ministry has money. That’s not yours. Your flock trust you not to piss it away on stupid things..”
Now he gets a sly smirk in turn.
“Oh you mean like jewelry and classy outfits for you and..”
“HEY! I SAID STUPID THINGS, Happy wife, happy life. You’d be best to remember that. I might just drive us off the road or crash or something.”
He snorts.
“To what? There’s nothing but sand here!”
“Yeah? Well then the car’s wheels will get stuck, and you’ll have to get out and push. We’ll see how much of a big man you are then.”
“Oh, because your rich boytoy would push it out just a swell, right?”
“He doesn’t have a car, he has a private jet. Duh.”
Stewing there with jealousy Luther growls.
“If he ever shows up. I’ll punch his teeth out..”
She giggles.
“My hero, you are such a romantic.” She leans over to smooch him but manages to whisper.
“..he’s rich though, he could afford dental plan.”
RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHH!
“Kidding! Lighten up buttercup. You seem so fucking tense these days..nervous about the debut?”
He could sense some genuine concern in her voice, sighing he nodded.
“Yeah, I mean it’s a new company. Even if Jackson is there being put on the spot like that. Means I have to do good. You know my debuts haven’t always been stellar successes and this tournament..with a bunch of people. I mean..”
She tilts her head.
“You mean people like Don Tirri?”
“NO! I DO NOT MEAN PEOPLE LIKE DON TIRRI! I CAN TAKE TIRRI!”
“I don’t know, he seems like he’s been working out since I last saw him..swooning all the young ladies on social media. Some champs too and..maybe he needs a manager?”
She giggles.
Then sees he has ran out of humor for the conversation she lands a hand on his thigh.
“Want me to pull over for a bit..we could see how far back these seats really go and..”
“I’d love to..wait no! I need to focus on this match! I mean I’ve never turned you down but the last thing I need on my mind now is..”
“Look. You’ve always felt that the various companies you’ve wrestled for haven’t given you the respect and standing you deserve, yeah? Being put in this position shouldn’t be pressure for you, you always say you’re the best. So what, were you all talk and no trousers?”
“Haven’t heard you complain when I don’t have trousers Esmeralda Thunder..”
“BE THAT AS IT MAY..this is a serious business opportunity and I’m not driving my hunk of a husband all the way to Reno just he can feel sorry for himself. I mean we could have done that at home, had better scenery too..Look, I know you aren’t the young lion you used to be but if you were completely useless and over the hill you think anyone would want to sign you? Do you think they would even bother to bring you in on a new thing like this. It would probably been cheaper to get a dozen young rookies wet behind their ears than giving you a contract. You had these thoughts before. You keep comparing yourself to others..and yet you still manage to succeed. You’ve still won matches and championships. Whoever made this tournament and saw the names there be it God himself or someone more down to earth..they saw you as something special. I know you can do this, you know it too. Now all you gotta do is accept that as truth. Every career has its missteps, nobody worth their salt in this industry has had it all sunshine and smooth drinks all the time..well hope you brought your shades because it’s gonna be plenty of sunshine where we going. Career and weather wise..”
“..and sand.”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll find a pool after a long drive what we both need is a good soak and..”
“Did you pack your bikini to Reno?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see..won’t you?”
He sat there trying to focus on the upcoming match but somehow there was a thought that surpassed the stress.
Maybe Reno wouldn’t be that bad after all.