Was I surprised that Kuk Killswitch stabbed me in the back? No. Not really. That is the kind of person he is. He was born a traitorous jackass and I should have known he would never change. The past between us is the past and I'm not going to bother dredging it up but all that needs to be known is we were friends and he crossed a line no man should ever cross no matter what the circumstances. Now it seems as if he wants to place himself back onto my radar and that is exactly what I am going to allow him to do. But for now, I have more pressing issues. Such as Trey fucking Baxter and a certain restaurant chain.
Thursday - 11:30 pm Two hours after the Kuk/TJ incident
*Sitting in his locker room was one very unhappy TJ Pain with an icepack held to the back of his head over five stitches. He sits on a black folding chair in his ring gear with his solid black kickpads half unlaced in the back. The hand not clutching the icepack is still wrapped in now sweat stained athletic tape. His mouth twisted into a scowl and his brow creased downward, he stares at the concrete floor with thoughts of malicious intent running through the creases of his brain. He doesn't look up as Jay Wyatt steps in unannounced.*
TJ: "Go away, Jay."
Jay: *Trying to ease tension* "Hey that rhymed."
TJ: "Yeah. Ha ha. Fucking funny. Now get out."
Jay: "But I was hoping for an interview."
TJ: *Tossing down the icepack and standing with fists clenched* "Get the fuck out. I'm done with you MPW fuck nuts."
Jay: "I'm only doing my job."
TJ: "I don’t give a fuck about your job, Jay. Now get the Hell out of my locker room."
???: "Actually, Mr. Pain, this isn't your locker room. It is mine."
*Hearing this voice, TJ's scowl somehow becomes even more apparent as he peers around Jay's shoulder and sees the black suit clad man standing in the doorway.*
TJ: "I don't have the patience for your bullshit right now Steven."
*With both hands in his pants pockets and a smirk across his features, Steven Hale struts into the room with an assistant in a grey MPW polo and black pants with an iPad in his hand walking behind him. He walks over to TJ and sticks a hand out. TJ ignores it. Instead, he glares at the young son of the Hale family with obvious disgust.*
Steven: "Easy with the hostilities there Teej."
TJ: "Don't call me that."
Steven: "I think I'll call you whatever I wish to. I'll call you Travvy Wavvy if I want. It’s one of the perks of being on the Board of Directors."
*TJ crosses his arms and makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a grunt. Steven seems to be enjoying his agrivation.*
Steven: "Anyway, I came in here just personally deliver two little messages to you."
TJ: "Just to piss me the fuck off right?"
Steven: "TJ, I didn't know you can read minds."
TJ: “There’s a lot of shit I bet you didn't know I could do. How about you let me throttle Jay here and show you?"
*Hearing this, Jay runs from the room with nothing but a sideways glance from TJ.*
Steven: "I don't think that's necessary. Neither is that vocabulary you love to use. I'm trying to instill a family friendly environment around here."
TJ: *Makes the snort/grunt sound again* "Sure you are. Now how about you just tell me why you're in here for fuck's sake?"
Steven: "I'll get you to stop that cussing one day. Now, first I wanted to show you a little something filmed tonight from the home of one Mr. Killswitch."
TJ: "It's only been a few hours. That little fucker works fast."
Steven: *Mockingly* "Language, TJ."
TJ: *Same tone as Steven* "Fuck you, Stevey."
*Acting as if he didn't just hear that, Steven takes the iPad from his assistant and taps on the Youtube app icon. Immediately Kuk Killswitch's promo filmed inside his new home begins playing from a saved point. Steven hands the tablet to TJ as Kuk's voice trails out from the one speaker.*
Kuk: "So I continued with our plan, but added a little bit onto it. Everything went according to plan and he turned to walk out. That's when I slipped on the brass knucks and punched him in the back of the head. Stupid bitch didn't even realize what happened! He hit the floor, I made up some bullshit and there it was! Hey management? Do I have your attention now?"
*Now enraged, TJ throws the iPad against the wall like a Frisbee. As it hits the white painted brick, a corner breaks off and the screen cracks. Steven sighs and shakes his head.*
Steven: “You’re going to have to pay for that, TJ. iPads aren’t cheap.”
TJ: *Smirking for the first time and using a mockingly sympathetic tone* “I’m so sorry about that, Steven. Sometimes I can’t help myself. I would love to replace it but sadly Roxxanne handles the finances and she is at home. I don’t know what I could possibly do.”
*TJ’s smirk grows a little wider as he sees frustration now forming in Steven. His arrogant smirk falters slightly and he begins playing with his tie. TJ chuckles just loudly enough for Steven to hear and this frustrates him even more. His face turns a slight pinkish tone and he balls up the hand that isn’t playing with his tie as he sees the tide of this slight war of aggravation turns towards him. TJ simply picks back up his ice pack and holds it to his head again before sitting back down on the locker bench he was on earlier and sandwiching the icepack between the wooden door of the locker behind him and his leaned back head. He throws his right leg over his left knee and watches Steven stew with half closed eyes. Steven mutters under his breath and turns around. This causes a loud “HA” from TJ and this brings Steven to snap back around with his face now very red.*
Steven: *Leaning over slightly and pointing at TJ.* “You think this is funny?”
TJ: “Yeah. I really do.”
Steven: “Well…wll you know what isn’t funny? Huh? Do you?”
TJ: “Uhm…your inadequacy as a man? I mean impotence is never a laughing matter.”
Steven: *Putting his fists on his hips and turning around for a moment before turning back.* “Oh so you have jokes? TJ Pain the Angry Redneck Retard is gone and TJ Pain the Comedian is here, huh? Well how about this for a real gut buster? Next week you are going to have to go against Trey Baxter. The World Champion. How about that for a joke?”
*Rather than replying immediately, TJ stands up and slings his nearby gym bag over his shoulder. He walks next to Steven and pats him on the shoulder just a little too hard.*
TJ: *Smiling*”You know Steven; I think that may be the best decision you have ever made. I don’t know why I ever doubted your talent management skills.”
*TJ pats Steven on the shoulder two more times and walks past him, knocking his shoulder into him. Steven looks confused as TJ walks out of the locker room and closes the door behind him. Right as the door clicks shut, a loud shout of anger comes from behind it. TJ chuckles and walks down the hall, headed for the parking lot. After a few hallways and turns, TJ puts his hand on the fire door that leads to the lot. Just as he does so, his phone rings from an outer pocket on his bag. He takes his hand off the door, digs out the phone and answers it.*
TJ: “Hello?”
Friday – 4:30 pm
*Tj and Roxxanne are sitting inside a black 2011 GMC Sierra in a mostly empty parking lot. TJ has a sideways grin on his face and is wearing a black button up t-shirt, dark jeans and black Nikes while Roxxanne frowns and is wearing tight black jeans, a black hooded sweatshirt and black boots.*
Roxxanne: *Sighs* “Why are we here?”
TJ: “Because you said you wanted to go out for dinner.”
Roxxanne: “Yeah, I did, but I was thinking somewhere nice. Not a damn Church’s Chicken. Does this have something to do with the fact that you have a match with Trey Baxter?”
TJ: “Maybe.”
Roxxane: “Yes or no, TJ.”
TJ: “It may or may not. Now come on.”
*As Roxxanne sighs again, TJ opens the driver’s side door and drops down to the pavement. As he walks around to the front of the truck, Roxxanne walks up and stands beside him in front of the truck’s shining chrome grill. TJ still has his sideways grin as the two walk through the front door of a Church’s Chicken restaurant. As they step inside they are greeted by the smell of frying chicken, which takes a bit of Roxxanne’s edge off, and a bored looking male cashier behind the counter. Without even needing to browse the menu, TJ steps up to the counter to order.*
Cashier: *Sounding like many a restaurant cashier, bored* “Welcome to Church’s Chicken. What would you like today?”
TJ: “I’ll have a spicy chicken sandwich with some fries. She’ll have the same.”
Cashier: “That’ll be twelve sixty-five.”
*TJ pays for the food and steps back to wait with Roxxanne. A few minutes later and their food is brought out on two separate trays. Roxxanne grabs hers and steps back as TJ gets his. As he does, he looks at the cashier.*
TJ: “Excuse me, but I think mine is wrong.”
*The cashier looks over to see what may be wrong with TJ’s order but is then shoved back hard and as his back hits the nearby soda machine, TJ grabs his sandwich, holds it between his teeth, hops the counter and cold clocks the cashier with the tray his food was on. The young man hits the floor and TJ goes to walk into the kitchen.*
Roxxanne: “TJ! I want to eat in public in piece for once!”
TJ: *Calling out* “Then eat!”
*Roxxanne sighs once again and walks over to an empty booth where she eats her food in semi-quiet. TJ on the other hand has his bitten into sandwich in his left hand and has walked into the kitchen. He slams open the doors and looks around at the now stunned employee.*
TJ: *Shouting with a mouthful of food.* “Every single one of you worthless, ugly, grease covered, minimum wage mother fuckers needs to vacate the premises in a confused and panicky sprint.”
*A middle aged man wearing what appears to be a manager’s outfit walks up to TJ and is very upset.*
Manager: “Who do you think you are walking in here like this? Employees only!”
*TJ punches him square in the nose and sends him to the floor bleeding. Laughing, Tj steps over him and looks at his sandwich.*
TJ: *Narrowing his eyebrows* “God! This shit is disgusting.”
*TJ tosses the chicken sandwich with only a bight missing and tosses it into a nearby deep fryer sending grease popping and flying everywhere. He steps into the center of the kitchen and pulls out his phone. The staff has already cleared out and so the only sound is the floored manager’s moans and grease popping. The person TJ is calling answers and TJ mutters something. Seconds later and a camera crew busts into the room with a young man in a jet black suit with a maroon tie. He looks to be in his early thirties and has short black hair styled into a neat crew cut. He has a microphone in hand with “TJ Pain” emblazoned on it in red urban font. He and TJ share a handshake before the man turns around and the cameras begin to role.*
Man: “Ladies and gentlemen of the MPW fan base, this is world renowned interviewer, former EAW ace reporter and now personal media correspondent for TJ Pain, Danny Brannigan. I’m standing here inside a filthy Church’s Chicken kitchen with my employer, TJ Pain. TJ, how do you feel about Church’s Chicken and why are you here today?”
*TJ steps into frame with a devilish grin. He puts an arm over Danny’s shoulder before speaking.*
TJ: “Well, DB, for one, it’s good to have you here and not some clueless MPW cock sucker. Now, the reason I’m lowering myself to stand in a fucking dirty ass Church’s Chicken is because I wanted to see why Trey Baxter, the MPW Heavyweight Champion, seems to plug this dump every chance he gets. I’ll tell you this; I don’t see a single fucking appealing quality! Look over there! *Points camera to entry to kitchen* There is grease everywhere, no employees present and the manager is passed out on the floor and bleeding everywhere! I’m pretty sure that’s a health code violation.”
Danny Brannigan: “I would have to completely agree with you TJ. Now, you mentioned the MPW Heavyweight Champion, Trey Baxter. You will actually face him this coming Thursday. How do you feel going into a match with the World Champion?”
TJ: “DB, I feel oh so confident right now. I mean, I’m on what appears to be the man’s home turf right now and feel as if I’m truly getting a good feel for the kind of guy he is. You see, much like the dump we are standing in, Trey Baxter I s a piss poor representation of an otherwise good product. That product being professional wrestling and not fried chicken. He also, much like Church’s Chicken, seems to be very bad for your health. That idiot brought this greasy shit and beer to a man in a hospital bed for fuck’s sake! I’m an avid fan of alcohol and even I wouldn’t want someone to bring me beer. Especially in a container that numb fuck forgot to wash.”
Danny Brannigan: “What do you think will be the end result of this match?”
TJ: “First I see a major boost to my career after I end Trey Baxter’s singles match winning streak. By the way, Trey, losses are losses no matter what your chicken fried brain wants to believe. Second, I see a future world title match and third, I see myself as the next MPW World Heavyweight Champion. That is how things are going to work so, Trey Baxter, you can get real bitch.”
*TJ walks off camera.*
Danny Brannigan: “There you have it MPW; TJ Pain says he will utterly destroy Trey Baxter and will soon be the MPW World Heavyweight Champion. This is Danny Brannigan who is signing off and needs a shower.”