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She's Just Killin' Me
Topic Started: Jun 22 2011, 07:43 AM (276 Views)
Brooklyn
NEWera Prospect
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Riot walks up to the front door of A.J.’s Bar & Grill and shakes his head. The guy really does have a bar in every fucking town. Riot’s friend, and part-time CPW wrestler Sebastian Black, “Baz” to anyone who considered him a friend, had told him so a long time ago and now, here he was, walking into one in Atlanta, Georgia because two of his other friends were supposedly inside playing a rock show. And since Dice still had Misty around at all times, Riot had decided maybe going to hang out with some other friends might just help the situation.

He walks inside and sees the maniacal Taz-lookalike, Terry “Bam Bam” Williams bashing away at his drums. Standing alongside him onstage and wailing away on his guitar and looking half in the bag already, as usual, was Bobby “Blitz” Ellis, a part-time bartender that tended to try to play in heavy metal bands with any friend that would have him just for an excuse to go out and get completely wasted on their dime. Even with that habit, Blitz always managed to somehow charm his way back into his friends’ good graces.

Riot figured that between Blitz, who had no experience in either having a steady, healthy relationship OR professional wrestling and Terry, who had experience with success in both areas, he’d be able to commiserate about his current personal and professional situation. Half an hour after he arrives, the band finishes its set and Terry and Blitz join Riot at a table near the back for a beer. It doesn’t take long for the conversation to turn to that very subject.

Terry Williams: So.. when was the last time you talked to her?

Riot shrugs.

Riot: Two weeks...

Terry nods.

Terry Williams: And usually it was?

Riot shrugs.

Riot: Practically living together...

Blitz’s eyes go wide.

Blitz: Damn, man!

Riot nods.

Riot: Yeah, I know.

Blitz shakes his head, his eyes wide, incredulous.

Blitz: I mean... fuck man...

Riot nods, mildly annoyed. He knew this was coming.

Riot: I know...

Terry returns to his drink for a second.

Terry Williams : And she ain’t returnin’ your calls or nothin’?

Riot: She did call once, got my voicemail.

Terry and Blitz both look on expectantly as Riot takes a swig of his drink.

Riot: What?

Terry and Blitz glance at each other and shake their heads.

Riot: What?

Blitz: Dude... seriously...

Riot shrugs.

Riot: What?

Terry Williams: So...

Riot: So... what?

Blitz laughs.

Blitz: So, what did she fucking well say, man?

Riot nods before pulling out his phone and playing the message.

Kayla: Rory, chill. You worry too much. Everything’s fine. I’ll see you when I see you. Ciao Bella.

Riot sets the phone down and goes back to contemplating his drink.

Terry Williams: Damn, man.

Riot shrugs.

Blitz: You... don’t care?

Riot sets down his beer and takes a deep breath.

Riot: Of course I care... but it doesn’t matter if I care, or if I love her or even if she loves me. Kayla is the kind of chick that cannot stand to be comfortable, happy or otherwise content in any way imaginable. She doesn’t think she deserves it and on top of that, she’s bipolar, has OCD and is thus, wholly self-destructive. I knew most of that before I started dating her and so I knew, there was a fifty/fifty shot I’d end up hurt... and I went for it anyway.

He pauses and then shakes his head.

Riot: I don’t want her to leave but... I know she’s going to. It’s not a matter of it, it’s when. She’s gotten it into her head that dating me removed her edge as a wrestler and, like I said, she can’t stand being happy and I...

He pauses again, shaking his head and staring off into the distance.

Riot: I did the single worst thing I could have done...

Blitz’s eyes go wide.

Blitz: You cheated on her?

Riot turns towards Blitz and looks at him like he’s the single stupidest man on the planet.

Riot: Fuck no... worse...

Terry nods.

Terry Williams: You made her feel safe with you...

Riot nods.

Riot: Yes... I did.

Dawning comprehension washes over Blitz’s face.

Blitz: So... what are you gonna do, man?

Riot shakes his head.

Riot: I...

He exhales deeply.

Riot: Probably the same thing I’ve been doing. Continue to support her, get called a pussy, idiot, moron and jackass for it. Then... probably go get drunk again and just hope I don’t stumble upon cocaine or heroin again while I’m drunk because that’s the last thing I need to do. I don’t want Mikey to think I’m untrustworthy as a partner. I don’t want to walk into matches like the one I have on Friday against Ace High and be so bombed out of my mind I have no idea what I’m doing anymore but, I know I’m gonna go into that match distracted anyway because I know Kayla won’t have bothered dumping me yet and even if she did...

He shakes his head sadly.

Riot: She’s gonna kill me no matter what it seems.

Terry and Blitz nod on solidarity and Riot finishes off his drink before having to fight back tears.

Riot: What am I gonna fuckin’ do?

Terry nods as Blitz turns back towards the bar.

Blitz: Yo, Barkeep... bring us a couple of bottles of Jack... we’re gonna need ‘em!

They spend the rest of the evening getting rip-roaring drunk until Riot passes out and Terry picks up his phone.

Terry Williams: Hey, Mikey? Yeah.. Rory’s here at A.J.’s with me and Blitz... no we didn’t spike his... look, he just sat here talking about Kayla Jade all night. Yeah, barely mentioned your match at all. You guys are staying where? Yeah, we can get him there. No problem... later.

The next morning, Riot wakes up with a hangover and a pounding headache.

Riot: I can’t keep doing this... she’s gonna kill me...
















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