Keeping up with the Orton's

::Enforcer is sitting quietly in a fold out chair with a glass of scotch placed on the proud right in front of him and a half smoked cigar between his right index and middle fingers. He hears a noise and quickly with a paranoid look on his face looks around to see what he has just heard. He sees a white, black, and orange cat walking across the top of a backyard fence. Looking at the with an angered look on his face.::



Enforcer:(Whispers to the cat) Shut the hell up!!! I don’t want anyone to know where I am at!



::The cat casually walks away ambivalent to Enforcer’s words. Enforcer sighs before taking another hit of his cigar.::



Enforcer:(Whispers to himself):Damn cat is the devil!



::Enforcer picks up the glass of scotch from the ground in front of him. He leans back in the chair and takes a sip of scotch.::



Enforcer:Ahhh! I needed tha…



Woman’s voice:There you are! What are you doing hiding out here?



::Enforcer’s eyes bug out and doesn’t move a muscle.::



Justice Orton-Cross:Seriously? What are you five years old?



Enforcer:Name calling,baby?



Justice Orton-Cross:Stop it! Why are you out here? We came here to visit my parents not for you to hide out in the backyard smoking and drinking.



Enforcer:You just answered your own question, babe.



Justice Orton-Cross:(Rolls her eyes) You’re incorrigible. Now get rid of the booze and cigar and get your ass inside the house.



Enforcer:Do I have to?



Justice Orton-Cross:I think you know the answer to that question.



Enforcer:Ugh, fine. I’ll just finish my scotch and cigar.



Justice Orton-Cross:Seriously? Whatever! Just hurry your ass up!



Enforcer:(Smiles at Justice) I love you!



::Justice shakes her head and walks away.::



Justice Orton-Cross:(Yells from a distance)Hurry up!!!



Enforcer:Damn shame. She always gets like this when we visit her parents. It’s ridiculous that her parents have that kind of effect on her but God forbid I ever try to bring it up and all of a sudden I’m the bad guy.



::Enforcer takes a puff of his cigar.::



Enforcer:I am over here trying to prepare myself for this Righteous Rumble match in Kansas City this weekend of course Justice has me over here hanging out with her parents. What am I going to get out of that? Maybe how a broken forearm takes multiple years to heal up? Other than that then I don’t know.



::Enforcer stands up and picks up his glass of scotch. He starts to casually walks out from the area in the backyard where he was hiding.::



Enforcer:Despite my current situation trying to survive the weekend with the in laws as I try to prepare for this huge match as it is probably the closest I have gotten at a chance at the GCWA World Heavyweight title. Despite all that I am cloud nine right now because I regained my GCWA World Television championship after it got stolen from me several weeks ago. That just goes to show you, Hoss, that without all the trickery that you and Outcast were doing in our triple threat match last month you guys don’t have anything on me. Which is why you are probably at home back in Arkansas continuing that screaming you were doing when you left the ring last week instead of getting prepared for this Righteous Rumble matchup. What you need to realize and accept as gospel that I am the greatest GCWA World Television champion of all time. There is no ifs, ands, or buts about it since it usually takes an act of underhanded cheating to take the title from me or outright theft when Spidy man tried to steal the championship belt away from me. But all is right again since I have the championship back in my possession.



::Enforcer takes a sip of scotch.::



Enforcer:But this weekend isn’t about the Television title. This weekend is about surviving on many different levels. If it isn’t one things like visiting your wife’s parents or another thing like competing in this rumble match. Hell, it could be having to deal with both of those things at the same damn time. But that is neither here nor there. As I have stated before on multiple occasions that we have nascency going on here in the GCWA. The GCWA we all once knew where those unfortunate miscreants such as Ed Houston, Ryot, and Tony Savage ruled the landscape of this now glorious place. Not because of anything they did but with the recent crop of talent that has come into GCWA. That is why Legacy is at the top of the mountain right now. Why the NWO and Sins of the Father are fighting over the World Tag Team titles. While thankfully those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle wannabe are probably eating pizza crust they found in a dumpster while playing video games instead of attempting to infest a GCWA ring with their pathetic understanding of the sport of professional wrestling. Then we cannot forget the guardian and savior of the World Television championship...me. That means all the so called GCWA originals have no chance of coming out of this rumble with any sort of success, much less winning the whole damn thing. As I had looked to see all the other participants in this rumble of righteousness I saw a lot of new names. Let me just say, welcome. While we primarily wrestle, GCWA also has sports betting, a radio show, and some pretty awesome GCWA merch. My favorite is the Sunday Night Inferno T-shirt. There is also an actual backyard wrestling organization. I think they wrestle out back behind the GCWA arena. I am not too sure if they get an actual ring or they use a boat load of blankets and pillows. You know, how when kids would play wrestle in their living room so they would get slammed on blankets and not on the floor. Safety first, everyone. Safety first. That of course is if you aren’t one of my enemies. If you are, they use the parking lot as the wrestling ring. Just saying.



::Enforcer hears the backdoor open and shut so he turns around then starts to quickly walk away.::



Ian:Dad!!! Where are you going?



::Enforcer stops in his tracks as his twelve year old son, Ian, walks over to him.::



Enforcer:Ian, son. Why aren’t you in the house with your mom, grandparents, aunts and uncles?



Ian:I can wonder the same thing about you, dad? Mom, sent me out here to get you.



Enforcer:Did she really send you out here or did you volunteer?



::Ian looks over at Enforcer, cracks a smile, and shrugs his shoulders. They both start to chuckle.::



Enforcer:Listen, I get it son. Well, not really since I grew up without the whole family dynamic. At least in the traditional sense. You are extremely privileged.



Ian:Because all of the money that we have from you and mom wrestling for so many years?



Enforcer:No...well yeah. Dammit, no! Not just because of that but also since you actually have both your parents around, an older sister who adores you, and some crazy ass grandparents who spoil the hell out of you.



Ian:That is true.



Enforcer:So, what are you doing out here?



Ian:We just went through this, dad. I volunteered to look for you because mom asked me to.



Enforcer:...And?...



Ian:And I needed a break from everyone.



Enforcer:Alright, that seems responsible. Come sit down with me for a bit while I finish drinking and smoking.



Ian:Is that a good idea considering you are in that battle royal in just a few days?




Enforcer:You bring up an excellent question, son?




::Enforcer and Ian begin to walk over to a couple of chairs nearby.::



Ian:I’m excited to see you in this rumble match. The last time you were in one of these matches you were on a cruise ship.



Enforcer:That’s right and I won that whole damn thing while starting at number one entry. I’ll do it again if I have to but as long as I am there at the end then it doesn’t much matter how I got there.



Ian:Sounds kind of a mean thing to say, dad.



Enforcer:Well, you know son...I hate to break it to you but your dad is a douche.



Ian:So I’ve heard at arenas and read on the internet.



Enforcer:What can you do?



Ian:Um, not be a douche?



Enforcer:So, that is crazy talk. It is kind of what I do and makes me so great at everything. Which is why I can pay for everything you need and want. I am not sure if you know this but kids are expensive.



Ian:I know, dad. You forget who my sister is.



Enforcer:Oh my. Your sister. (Enforcer shakes his head.) She has got me shook. Which is why I do what I need to do because my greed for you two and your mother to have everything you ever could possibly want. Plus I am egotistical as hell and I have gotten used to being the greatest person who ever lived. So, I am not going to let thirty or three hundred other wrestlers step in my way from the thrill of victory and the money it brings. So, the rest of those guys and gals will need to accept that second best is where the glass ceiling is going to stop them.



::Enforcer takes his last sip of scotch as the camera fades to black.::



Enforcer:Come on, son. We should get back into the house before your mom finds out I roped you into hiding from her side of the family.