The battle of the senile and grumpy old men

::Enforcer is walking to the exit of Stupid Good Coffee on Pacific Avenue in Dallas. He has a to go cup of coffee in his left hand, he has a pair of white on black Jordan Patent leather shoes, black Jordan shoes, and a black t-shirt with Sunday Night Inferno written in white on the front of his shirt with his sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt. As he approaches the door a male and a female Dallas police officer. The cops smile as they stop right in front of Enforcer.::



Enforcer:Officers. How goes it?



Male Officer:I am doing great. Jodie, are you good?



Officer Jodie:I’m good, Eddie.



Officer Eddie:We heard you had a bit too much to drink last night. You must have a hell of a hangover going right now.



Enforcer:(As he grabs his sunglasses)Who me? A hangover? That’s not what I am about, officers. I just spent some time with my wife and daughter is more my speed.



::Enforcer puts his sunglasses on his face.::



Enforcer:Enjoy your days, officers. I must go get back my GCWA Television championship that was stolen from me...Hey, can I report the theft of my championship to you guys so you can go get my belt back for me?



Officer Eddie:That would be a no.



Enforcer:Well, it’s for the best. I should get the belt back myself. You know, vigilante justice.




Officer Jodie:We would advise against any kind of vigilante justice.



::Enforcer starts walking towards the door to leave.::



Enforcer:Noted, officers. You two enjoy your day.



::Enforcer pushes the door open and starts walking through the parking lot. Enforcer takes a sip of coffee as he approaches a 2021 silver Taycan Turbo S Porsche. He opens the driver side door. The Enforcer takes a seat in the car, shuts the door, and turns on the engine. Enforcer puts the in reverse and drives out of the parking lot. He takes a right on to Pacific Avenue.::



Enforcer:Nothing beats the glow of a new champion. It is why so many people normally watch the Super Bowl, the World Series, or the Olympics. That new champion glow only comes in second to the glow of a pregnant woman. You deserve it though, Hoss. You and your boy, Mr. Wrigley has your hands on some gold after two long years. Not only that Hoss but you took the Television title from me. ME!!! Which isn’t an easy task. Now just in case you need a reminder, Hoss, this is the time where all the fun begins. The fun of being hunted. Being hunted has to be something new for you, Hoss. You in the boonies of Arkansas looking for a game you can possibly take home with you to put on your mantle. Which is a lot like what we do inside the squared circle. It would be so easy for me to go on to a diatribe of how it is so much more difficult to remain a champion but I don’t think in the two long years that you were merely just a pretender in your failed attempts while chasing championships. So, what now Hoss?



::Enforcer turns right off the paved street onto a dirt road. Enforcer slowly drives by a sign that says Hayes Farm and right under that says Mansfield, Texas. Enforcer goes over to the side of the road and shuts the car off. He then opens the car door and steps out of the car with his coffee in his right hand. Enforcer takes a sip of his coffee as he sees farm animals roaming around the farm.::


Enforcer:Are you going to become the stereotypical champion of thinking you are better than them as you are going to beat up all your potential challengers as you turn them away? How lame that you are just going to lump yourself in with the rest of the mindless sycophants. But hey, Hoss, that is just your prerogative because you truly aren’t comfortable being a champion. Don’t deny it, Hoss because it is written all over your face.Is it a place like this that is more your speed, Hoss? Being out on a farm with your thoughts and animals as you do all the chores that requires for the farms upkeep. But that is neither here nor there, Hoss, what obviously the most important is the Television title. Because according to you the risk of facing you again far outweighs the reward of becoming GCWA World Television champion again. Old man, these are words that are believing his own hype. When someone believes their hype a bit too much they are destined for failure. I know this because I have fallen victim of that very thing a time or two myself so I know all the telltale signs of having his own head shoved so far up his ass that he can’t see what is really going on. But hey, what do I have to tell you for because supposedly you have all the answers don’t you, Hoss? And if you don’t your boy, your yes man, the man that gives you all the hype will go ahead and tell you how great you think you are. So, why not believe all that hype, right?



::Enforcer gets a disgusted look on his face.::



Enforcer:I think I just got a major whiff of what Hoss has been trying to push and convince all of us since he has become Television champion. It smells like it should be wrapped in a diaper or in a patch of grass with a bunch of flies circling that pile. Hoss, you aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last to think they are hot shit. It is what our business is built on. Money won’t be made if we are civil to each other, we just say nice things about one another with a bunch of pleases and thank yous. The world obviously wants us to rip our heads off. You may have pumped yourself up as the boogeyman who will destroy all that is set before him but you my friend will be one in a long line of people who will be in for a rude awakening when my World Television title finally comes back to me. That will make things right in the world, once again.



::Enforcer turns around and starts walking back to his car as the camera fades to black.::



Enforcer:Wrigley’s corny ass needs to call Nurse Ratched to get Hoss’ deluded ass into an institution.