Fear and Loathing in Dallas

::A fire in the fire pit just outside on the patio of the Fireplace Lounge dive bar on Samuell Boulevard is lighting up the Dallas, Texas sky. Enforcer is sitting just a few feets away from the fire pit with a Heineken bottle in his right hand and a lit half smoked cigar between his left index and middle fingers. Enforcer lifts the cigar to his mouth and takes a puff of the cigar. Enforcer smiles as he looks at the smoke floating away in the air.::



Enforcer:I am having a lot of strange memories in this nervous night in Dallas. It seems like a lifetime since I lost, no, cheated out of my World Television title but in reality it has only been a mere couple of weeks. Why wouldn’t it feel like a lifetime though? I somehow got dragged into the beef between Outcast and Hoss Montgomery? I mean how did that happen, man? I just want to know. Is that too much to ask?



::Enforcer lifts his right hand with the bottle of beer to his face and takes a big chug of beer before lowering his hand back to his side.::



Enforcer:Look at all I did as Television champion. I put Ryot out to pasture in of all places, Madison Square Garden to win the TV title. I destroyed the Spidy man twice when he tried to take the title from me and I even survived when he maliciously and without provocation attacked me with a pair of brass knuckles. So, when we finally had a match for my Television title in a ladder match I turned him away and he hasn’t been seen since. You are welcome, world, for my bit of community service on that one. I sent that so-called A-Lister down to where he really belongs which is obviously the shit list. Dallas and GCWA was a very special time during my Television title reign. Then here comes that old man, Hoss, wandering in here to the GCWA. He picks a fight with that Outcast and somehow beats Zybala to become a number one contender for my Television title. All while he was feuding with what’s his name. Dammit! What’s his name?!?!?!




::There is a man in his late twenties sitting about ten feet from Enforcer that is looking at him sideways.::



Man:Outcast! His name is Outcast!



Enforcer:(Looks over toward the man)How did you know?




Man:Because you’ve been crying about the same damn thing for the last hour and a half.



Enforcer:No, I haven’t!!! How dare you have the audacity to speak out of turn like that to me?!?!?!



Man:Out of turn? I’m pretty sure this place is empty because of all your caterwauling. Who exactly were you talking to if not me?




Enforcer:(With a shocked look on his face) Caterwauling? You take that back this instant!!! Take it back!




::Enforcer stands up quickly to take one step towards the man but he falls over spilling what is left of his beer.::



Enforcer:Awww man!!! Look at what you did!



Man:What I did? I just came here tonight to enjoy a few beers. Not become your diary.



::A waitress comes over and starts helping Enforcer up.::



Waitress:Are you alright, Anthony?



Enforcer:Noooo! I was cheated out of my Television title, this jerkoff doesn’t know when to shut up, and now I dropped my beer.



Waitress:I know, I know but I am cutting you off. You can’t be doing this. That’s why I called you an Uber.



Enforcer:An Uber? What for?



Waitress:Because you are drunk off your ass and Justice is in New York with your son Ian tonight.



Enforcer:Oh yeah, I have a wife and kids. I probably shouldn’t be doing this.



Man(From a distance)Ya think?!?!?!



Enforcer:Keep it quiet over there, Karen. Nobody has time for your nonsense.



::With the help of the waitress Enforcer makes it back to his feet. The waitress leads Enforcer to the parking lot where a white Ford Focus is waiting for him. The waitress opens the door.::



Enforcer:Do I have everything?



Waitress:You got your keys, your phone, and wallet. I also took a hundred bucks for your tab and my forty four dollar tip.



Enforcer:(Looking directly at the waitress)You deserve the tip, Melissa.



Melissa:Damn right I do. Go home and get some sleep because you have a rematch for the GCWA Television title at Inferno on….



Enforcer:On Sunday Night?



Melissa:Inferno is on Friday.



Enforcer:You sure?



::Melissa smiles and shuts the car door. The Uber driver starts the car and proceeds to exit the parking lot of the bar.::



Enforcer:(Putting his right hand over his eyes)All this makes you think about the people in your life and if Justice were sitting here with me what would she be telling me right now. She would tell me I needed to pull my head out of my ass and get my shit together. Which I must do because it turns out in just a few short days I will be getting my rematch for my World Television title so I can become a two time TV champion. Hoss has to be tickled pink that he squirmed his way into a TV title shot and actually became the champion which brought the crest of the wave we were all riding on as I carried the TV title crashing down back into reality. All I am left here with nothing but the beginning of what will probably be a stellar hangover. Now if one were to return back to the world famous GCWA Arena one with the right kind of vision would be able to see me reigning supreme as the GCWA World Television champion and you would know that at least in this small corner of the world that there was a little sense of normalcy. Hoss, I know how much you want to be the foundation in this division, the pride you would carry the Television title with, but it is simply not meant to be. At Inferno on Friday night I will make things right when I am able to put my name back on the World Television title belt like it is meant to be.



::The camera fades to black as Enforcer removes his hands from over his eyes and his eye lids are slowly shutting.::