"Well, from what I've heard...the place seems damn good." Chris groaned, with a severe headache the bar didn't seem smart, but give him a scotch and he'd feel better shortly. "And...because we're so damn special, they set up their annual wrestling tournament. Men and dike women compete usually they said. It's for a title believe it or not." Adam laughing peered over his shoulder at the paper. It was a formal letter or recommendation and an invitation. John already changed yelled.
"Come on damn it! I want a good alceehol..." He dragged out. "And where the fuck is Randy? And Mike! Where is that bastard?"
"Calm down John! Damn!" Mike added, running through the door with Randy. "Sorry...we were called to see a meeting with the board so we had to set up a date..."
"For what? Marriage licenses?"
"No dipfuck." Randy pushing John back by the forehead grabbed his duffel bag. Throwing Mike his added. "We're gonna be set up in a rivalry for the title."
"Damn..." "Come on people! I need something to drink and I want to see other guys beat their faces in for a change!" All men leaving the bar was a twenty minute drive away. Once they were escorted in they saw all the wrestlers look up in shock. When some they heard, asking if they were scouting.
"Just give me a god damn drink!" Chris whined, slouching down. But, there was one spot open on the benches. Suddenly a black swoosh ran by and then back up. A very attractive girl with blue dyed hair with red streaks and bright blue eyes with pale skin sat a bag on the table. She had on black heavy boots, black leather pants, and a black t-shirt.
"Can you please watch this bag? I'm sorry!" Running off Irvine yelled.
"Wait! Waitress! I need a fucking drink!" He yelled, rubbing his temples a woman brought over a bottle of scotch and he instantly poured a shot glass. Drinking it he smirked. "Headache is going away.."
"You are such a fucking involute." Mike laughing the lights dimmed and then went up. Women in bikinis walking around with cards showed the matches for title.
"There is a god...Randy..John..."
"Shut the hell up." The two mumbled. They loved their wives, but going to events like this, it was a man's natural instinct.
"Hey! There are two women on here! Lily and Songretta-sounds like a drink! That's hot...why do dikes have hot names?"
"Stop talking like that! Stupid ass!" Adam added.
The first rounds going by the matches were timed under five minutes since there were twenty men/women gunning for the title. Next the semis, the men really didn't pay attention. In two hours, around 1 A.M. the finals began.
"Okay...I am some what wasted, who the fuck-It's waitress girl!" Every shooting up they noticed she came out, with the title securely around her waist. She was dressed the same, but taking off her t-shirt she had on a black bikini top with black belts around her arms and abdomen. With black gloves as well she smirked as the opponent approached the ring.
"Now, the finals. Songretta will defend the title against..."
"Marvelous Marcus." The man growled. Chris and Adam bursting out into laughter Mike started snorting as well. The bell ringing they were shocked at this match up. A five foot five inch girl who could be broken like a twig, going up against a six foot six inch man who was built like Dave.
"She is gonna get her ass whooped...I feel bad for her..." John sighed. But then, the crowd and the men started screaming and hollering as she kicked straight up, and they could all hear the man's jaw crack. Instant K.O. Raising her arm she grinned and giggled. Taking the belt she put it on her shoulder and jogged down the steps. Looking around she scratched her head.
"I'm forgetting something..." She mumbled. Typical airhead move of hers. When it struck her, she left the bag with a table...of guys...who could have looked in her bag. "OH SHIT!" She screamed. Looking around she saw one of the men stand up with the bag she started laughing and walked over, regaining her composure. "Thank you." When she looked at the man she went pale, John Cena. The WWE wrestler. Looking at the table she could feel the world spin. "Oh fuck..." She whispered. "What?" John asked.
"Someone catch me.." Her eyes rolling back she collapsed.
"Oh damn it! See John! Look what you did! Get the girl some water!" Randy yelled, sitting down on the floor it was wooden, so she hit the floor hard, putting her head on his thighs she was out cold. Chris back with some water he took some napkins and soaked them.
"What are you doing?"
"Trust me, it works." He mumbled, since he got ice water he just put the napkins over her face and she shot up. Gasping her chest was heaving, arms shaking she mumbled.
"Worst dream ever..." Rubbing her eyes she yawned, and every man around her blushed. It was just...damn...
"adorable..." Randy whispered, covering his mouth John busted into laughter. Her eyes snapping open she started screaming.
"Oh fuck! MOTHERFUCKER!" Jumping up she tried to jump the table but fell flat. "Ow...Ow...damn it..." It was a half laugh half whimper. For a champ she was pretty ditzy. Standing up on the table it cracked and she fell through. "What the fuck is this! WAAH!" Crying out she covered her face, kicking in the air like a little girl. Suddenly she was stood up by the man and asked where her car was and where she lived. Finding her black mustang she mumbled.
"Hotel 6...just a three blocks south of here..."
"Alright, do you guys just wanna follow..." Since it was about a five minute drive they agreed. Getting to the hotel and dropping her to her room they all left. Going into her room she fell onto the bed, breathing a sigh she heard her phone screaming, 'Bitches' by Hollywood Undead.
"Yes? Oh! Vince hey! Yeah..I'm alright...you were there? You saw me fall through the table? Sorry, I was just off guard-no that is not common! Anyways...alright...yes...I'll be in to sign papers as soon as possible. Thank you sir!" Hanging up she smiled before fading into sleep. Life was finally right for the first time in so long.