28.
I woke up after the show in Biloxi with a headache and I could not find Sarge. I asked everyone (even guys like the Master Bastard and Ghetto Breaker) but they aid they had not seen him. I even asked Jason Dixon.
"Face it kid, the Sergent had problems. My guess is it got too hot and he ditched you. Why not just give me the DEATHcore belt now and save yourself more heart break."
"Uh no thanks I'm going to win. I man uh I pretty much beat you last time."
I do get scared when I see Dixon's eyes before he chuckles.
"That's spirit I like. Make's breaking you more fun. Good luck finding your geezer."
I even asked the chubby guy who records every show if I could see the tape. He claimed he did not tape the show tonight. Then he offered to discuss the show over a glass of wine. I know for a fact he was filming the show. I'll have to look for him after the Memphis show. Pumpkin Skull offered me a ride then asked if I was interested in discussing the word of the Omeniac. This could be a long car ride.
****
God Damn my mouth taste like cotton. Where the fuck am I?
Touch the top of my head and feel stitches and dried blood. Open my eyes and see I'm in a hospital room. Not the first time I blacked out and woke up in the Emergency room. Of course that was from binge drinking not getting my ass kicked by a buncha nobodies. Some fat nurse just walked in.
"Excuse me..."
She is checking these machines I'm hooked up to.
"Excuse me ma'am"
Now she is fiddling with the window.
"Excuse me ma'am please."
Now she is reading my chart like I don't exist.
"ATTENTION!!!!"
"Sir there is no need to be rude."
"Oh there is every need to be rude you fat bitch!!!! How did I end up here?"
"You were a part of the wrestling show at the garage?"
"Aww sweetie what was your first clue, the blood or the wrestling tee shirt? I'm Sergent Sargent!!! Now how did I get here?"
"A group of wrestlers dropped you off. said you were in an accident."
"Well nice chatting Bessie but I got a trip to Memphis and some skulls to crack. Get this shit off of me now!!!"
"Sir we just set you up with a morphine drip."
"How rude of me, I suppose I can wait a few hours."
****
That ride with Pumpkin Skull was not so bad. At first I was resistent but now Omeniac University sounds right for me. Once I find Sarge and win this match I'll look into enrolling.
"Overdog I would not start making plans for college just yet."
"Wristlock Holmes!!"
"Overdog I am not at liberty to say very much. But the Sergent disapearing was not an accident He was attacked...."
"Holmes you better hurry up those negotiations with WAVE. Getting into my or anybody else's business is bad for your health."
"I do not fear you in a one on one encounter Mr.Dixon. But since you have your lackeys Stormer Barnes and Power Keg,I will leave for now."
"Yeah you better run you Limey fuck."
"What do you want Jason?"
"What no more "Mr.Dixon sir"?"
"Well?"
"I just wanted to give you another chance to hand me the Deathcore belt. We are going to destroy it in a bond fire after the show. If I do not have to fight you I can focus on more important things like my six man tag vs TerroRantula, Acid Reflex and the GorKILLA at "Schism Slam"."
"You might hurt me but there is no way I'm just giving you this belt."
"Glad to hear that. Do it boys."
Power Keg punches me in the head. This is not a guy I want to mess with. A former WHY Iron Knuckle champion and Iron Knuckle tag team champion.Has a legendary feud with Masa "Scar Tissue" Masada.
He throws me into the wall. Now he is trying to power bomb me on the floor but I hit him with the DEATHcore belt and flip him over. Before I can think, Stormer Barnes superkicks me. He is most famous for being knocked out with one chop by Ransom Fortune on Typhoon AM. Jumped out of the studio audience that day and demanded a match. After that he never got booked by WAVE or W*RE again.
Now Power Keg is holding me as Jason Dixon punches me.
"You want to fight me Overdog? Last time I took it easy on you and you were nearly killed. Look at this!!!! Look at it!!!! This is the Combat Collective Wrestling World Heavyweight title!!! Your buddy Ike Simmons never held this belt. So don't think that rinky dink belt held together by duct tape means shit to me!!!!"
I kick Dixon in the face.
"Oh is that how you want it sweetie?"
I fight as hard as I can but he removes my mask.
"Oh one more thing before I go."
SMASH!!! He hits me with the CCW belt as hard as he could. Last thing I see is him spitting on my belt.
****
God Damn I feel fucking great. But I'm still pissed off!!! Before I take off for Memphis I hit my motel room and collect my things. Looks like the kid waited as long as he could. Look thru my bag and all I see is porno and alcohol. Always a good combo but not what I need. Ah there it is, my oldest friend. The Bayonet......
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