Re: Premier Wrestling Circuit - Vortex Episode 13
Two days before Vortex 13
Freddie Vos gazed at the Rocky Mountains in the distance. They were hardly as majestic as the Drakensberg mountain range, but it did remind him of home. The peaks were no longer capped with snow and tree branches exchanged icicles for blossoms. Vos folded his makeshift tent, gathered his bedroll and started trekking towards the city lights. It was Spring in Denver, but Autumn in Bloemfontein and somehow its feeling of decay followed in Freddie’s wake.
Don’t you think it’s a little early for a drink, Derek?
James Parker looked at the large, leather-clad specimen next to him as one black coffee and one bottle of Budweiser arrived at the bar-counter. In this establishment, this biker bar filled with helmets, spikes and Maltese crosses, Derek Jacobs appeared right at home.
What do you expect, James? It’s only fifty degrees outside.
I think you mean “fifty degrees Fahrenheit”, big guy.
Our newest associate thinks in terms of Celsius.
I suppose he does…
Derek smirked as he gulped down half the bottle. With James to handle the details, he could afford to relax a little.
Freddie was never one for elaborate technology, unless it improved the aim or velocity of a firearm. That’s why he had the address of the Falling Rock Taphouse scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper that he tucked in his trouser-pocket. His trusty pair of urban camo-pants served their purpose, but perhaps they weren’t the best protection against the chill. It was a somewhat foreign feeling to Freddie, but for once he yearned to be back in Africa and to feel the scorch of the sub-Saharan sun on his neck and shoulders.
Better the devil you know…
He pressed his blistered lips together and strode into Denver with a sense of expectance. Whether it be the hyena or the gray wolf, Vos knew that this is what predators feel before the hunt.
What I’m saying is that the mark you’ve already made in PWC is impressive, Derek, Rome wasn’t built in a day…
James, you and me both damn-well know that’s just because I wasn’t there to keep the Romans in check.
Parker put a fatherly arm on Jacob’s shoulder and looked him in the eye.
Derek, I have faith in you. This new chapter with Vos is just the beginning. Listen to me… NOTHING in PWC is going to stop you and I’ll be with you for every conquest.
Jacobs playfully flicked Parker’s arm away.
Yeah, and if Vos and I make their manager an unholy amount of cash, you won’t be complaining, now would you?
James enjoyed seeing Derek like this – he was relaxed, his usual scowl had softened and he was brimming with confidence. Too often had he wondered what Derek would be capable of once that all-familiar cold, dead look settled in.
Yes, Derek… We are all going to milk PWC and its fans for every penny, but just remember, it’s not “Derek Jacobs and Freddie Vos” anymore.
You’re right. By name and by nature, we are the Regime!
The blond buzz-cut, the cheap sunglasses and the sleeveless vest belonged to Freddie’s 300-pound welcoming committee – the bouncer at the Falling Rock Taphouse. It was only as he entered the tasteless Denver bar and being bombarded with terrible and best-forgotten rock hits of yesteryear that the unfortunate irony of the bar’s naming dawned on him. It wasn’t hard to spot his new business partners – Derek Jacobs was at the bar and all the inferior specimens kept away from the big man.
But before he could reach him, the figure of their go-between emerged. They shook hands and James showed him to their table.
Ah, Mr. Vos, welcome.
Please, call me Freddie. I’m only used to that or “Corporal”.
Very well, Freddie-
Finally, you decide to show up. You had car-trouble or something?
Yes, the trouble is that I don’t have one.
Derek took in a seat across from Vos, next to James, who lent forward, as if telling a secret.
With the two of you sticking together, that’s about to change…
Why would I need a car? Why do I need shelter? Why do I need sustenance? I am my own man, dammit! I roam the earth on my own two feet, my bed is wherever I choose it and I hunt when my instinct wills it! James Parker, after bringing this warrior to me, why do I even need YOU?
James wasn’t taking the bait, but Derek sure was! With the head held low, the reddish-brown mane and the grinding teeth, Freddie didn’t find his new partner all that dissimilar to a wildebeest – a charging one at that. Derek balled up his wrecking ball of a fist, but the sensibility of his mentor prevailed.
Freddie… there must be SOMETHING that you want out of your dealings with PWC?
Forget about PWC, there’s something I want RIGHT NOW and that’s some time alone with MY tag-partner!
The two turned their attention to Derek. Turning his head towards his friend, but keeping his eyes locked on his partner, he gave a nod and dismissed Parker.
He paused to consider his wording.
… I’m off.
Vos waited until their third was well out of earshot. Parker was off to the bar, but eyeing the two of them every now and then, thinking it went unnoticed.
Boeta, I need to discuss a few things in private-
Before you start, I am going to make one thing perfectly clear: My cooperation is a scarce privilege indeed and my loyalty even rarer. You’ve already pissed off one of the very few people I hold dear and that does NOT sit well with me. Don’t forget, it was James who established this partnership, so you’d do well to be good to him.
Derek could feel his stare pierce Freddie’s soul.
That is exactly why the foreigner’s howl of delight caught him off guard.
Ah, boet, it warms me to encounter another alpha-male! Two young rhinos will bump heads, right?
Derek did not exactly trust Vos, but he caught himself relaxing a little.
You know, half the time I don’t know what you’re talking about with all this jungle shit-
Then let me be direct, Derek. Firstly, you know this place is called the “Falling Rock Taphouse”?
What of it?
James is not a dullard. Why did he arrange our meeting at the Falling Rock when we are on the brink of facing the only other tag-team in PWC history, The Fallen? Is this fate or fuckery?
You’re a detail-guy, by the looks of it…
If you’re careless when the baboons rebel, you die-
…and so is James. Let him handle the small stuff, so that you and I can concentrate on shaping PWC to our liking.
Now, I don’t believe in omens, but I’m pretty sure those bones around your neck have spiritual meaning to you.
Vos grabbed protectively at the pendants on his chest.
And our being here is a show of power, unfettered and unafraid?
That’s exactly it. Now what was this “important business” that you wanted to discuss?
If we are going to be the ruthless alliance we are meant to be and the Regime to dominate PWC, I need to get to know you. That is all I ask of this meeting.
Vos did not receive a response.
You are not a man of many words, I can respect that, but we already share the bonds of battle. I want to get to know the man behind the wrestler, I need to know the REAL Doctor Pain!
Freddie’s energy was certainly contagious, but Derek didn’t quite know how to respond.
Look, man, I don’t know what that means, exactly. Get to the point, dammit!
Sometimes words fail us, but I am sure, friend, that I you are going to show me. Show me how much you want to be on the winning team! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD!
Derek’s suspicion grew as Freddie’s overjoyed mask seemed to crack.
Vos put a brotherly arm on Jacob’s shoulder and looked him in the eye, right before headbutting him on the bridge of his nose!
Last edited by ManureTheBear; 05-11-2014 at 02:10 AM.