Post by Johnny Blaze on Oct 28, 2016 2:45:54 GMT -5
They did it! He couldn't believe it actually happened. No, not the Chicago Cubs making it to the World Series. He and Fuego actually won! It sure felt good getting that first victory, even though it was a tag team match. A win was a win in his book. It came just in time too because he didn't want to go into the Helloween Pay Per View winless. He wondered if he would even be on the card with coming in so late. He could only hope because he didn't want to take a week off at a time like this. Not when he was just getting into a groove.
He made his way back towards the dressing room and lockers when he saw Fuego in street clothes and still wearing his mask. Johnny smiled as he walked over to him and stuck out his hand.
Johnny Blaze: Great job tonight dude! It was good teaming with you.
Fuego stood there a second just staring at Blaze before turning and walking out of the room. Johnny could only shake his head as he pulled his hand back. What the hell was his problem? Fuck him! He wasn't about to let him ruin his night. He headed for his locker and a quick shower. It was time to do some partying and the best place to do that was back home. As soon as he finished getting dressed he caught a ride to the airport and was on the first damn flight out of the Islands. Hawaii was a nice place to visit but anything more than that was strictly for the locals. He couldn't wait to set down on the mainland again.
He somehow managed to survive the flight to Detroit. He couldn't wait to hit the Doubletree downtown. He preferred it so much more that the Hilton. The aura there was so much better and the Motor City Kitchen had some of the best food he had ever eaten. Besides it was close to the Joe Louis Arena and the Detroit River. Maybe the Pistons would be in town and he could catch a game. If he really felt energetic he could walk over to Howard street and see if Scott on the spot was around. He needed to restock his supply anyway. Of course it would all have to wait until tomorrow because it was four o'clock in the damn morning. The flight had taken forever.
He checked into his room and made a quick phone call before grabbing a bottle out of the stocked bar and looking at it. It was so small he could barely read the label on it. Seagram's? Hell it would take a dozen of those just to get him a damn buzz. That just wouldn't do. He opened his suitcase that he sat on the bed and unhooked his secret compartment. He pulled out his bottle of Ancient Ancient Age and the baggie next to it. It was at that moment tat he realized he forgot to bring his shot glass and his pipe. Shit! There probably wasn't a head shop or anywhere to get anything open at this time of night or morning whatever the hell you wanted to call it.
Then he had an ideal. He remembered seeing a soda machine down the hall from his room. He only hoped that it was cans and not bottles. He didn't have aluminum foil to make a bong but he could poke holes in the can and smoke from it. Hell he could even put a carburetor in it and get really fucked up. He walked out of his room and headed down the hall. As he passed one of the rooms a door opened and he could hear a couple arguing.
Woman: Your the one who decided to go out and sleep with that damn tramp!
Man: I did no such thing. I told you it wasn't me.
Woman: It was all on camera, right on Cheaters for the whole fucking country to see! You fucked that bitch in the bed that I bought! Me!
Man: So you had to set the whole damn house on fire?
Woman: Your fucking right I did! Now get the fuck out of here!
The man stormed from the room and the door slammed behind him. Johnny stepped aside while the man walked briskly passed him. Suddenly the door opened back up and the woman stepped out in the hall throwing an object. Blaze didn't have time to duck as the object hit him right in the forehead. He didn't even see it coming.
Woman: And take your damn candle you brought with yo....... Oh shit! I am so sorry.
The woman ran over to Johnny and stood over him almost in shock as he lay motionless.
Woman: Fuck! I done killed a guy!
A door opened somewhere nearby and a young man stepped out with a phone in his hand. He evidently had dialed 911 because before long sirens were blaring and paramedics and police were everywhere like damn cockroaches. The woman was questioned and her statement taken. She tried to ride in the ambulance with Johnny but they refused and took her into custody for assault pending whether Blaze pressed charges or not. Blaze, oh yeah. Back to him.
The next thing Johnny Blaze knew he was staring up into some bright light. Brighter than any he could remember seeing. At first he thought he had died and was standing in judgement. Instead he was staring up into a light being held by a doctor.
Doctor: He's coming to now and his vitals are stable. Tell them they can have five minutes and no more. Then I want to schedule some tests to see if there is a concussion or not. I want a full scan of the central nervous system. Stat.
Nurse: Yes Doctor Shrinker: I will inform the police officers and order the tests immediately.
The nurse turned and left the room. Johnny Blaze could only watch. He felt like he couldn't move. What the hell had happened? There was an argument, he remembered that but he wasn't arguing with anyone, was he? His head hurt the more he tried to think. The two police officers from the hotel walked into the room. One was carrying a small pad and had a pencil in his hand.
Police Officer: My name is Bill Gannon and this is my partner Joe Friday. We would like to ask you a few questions about what happened.
Joe Friday: If you can't speak try to move your head for yes or no. Do you remember what happened?
Johnny shook his head for no.
Fred Gannon: Do you want to press charges against the young woman?
Young woman? Oh yes, he remembered now. The couple fighting. The man storming out. The woman throwing something. Was it an ashtray or what? He didn't know. He shook his head no to answer their question.
Joe Friday: Then we will release her. We're sure it was just an accident.
The nurse then told them that their time was up and escorted them out of the room. Then she proceeded to inject something into an iv hooked up to his arm. Before long he was out of it. All of this just because he wanted to get high. Damn!
The next thing he knew he was back in his hospital room. It was the middle of the night or early early morning because it was dark outside. He tried to move his arm and was glad when it agreed to cooperate with him. At least he wasn't paralyzed. Before long he was moving his legs and trying to sit up. Nope, not that much yet. The room started to spin and he laid back down. Somewhere he heard a buzzing noise and someone was coming into his room. Then he was out of it again.
He didn't know how long he was asleep but when he woke up he felt as good as new. He sat up and looked around the room. For him not knowing very many people here there were a lot of flowers all over the place with get well wishes. He looked at one of the cards that was close enough to read it was from a female named Marsha. He raised his bed to a sitting position almost and leaned back. A nurse walked into the room and came over to him. She immediately grabs his arm and begins taking out the iv.
Nurse: Doctor Shrinker says that there was no permanent damage and the swelling on your brain has gone down. There are no cracks or fractures to the skull. We will be releasing you within the hour. In the meantime there is a young woman outside who would like to see you. May she come in?
Johnny Blaze: Of course, of course.
The nurse stepped out and a few moments later a beautiful young blond with sky blue eyes and a knockout body walked into the room. Blaze's jaw dropped to the floor as soon as he saw her. She was about 5'9" or so and had legs that were long and sleek. He could imagine running his tongue up and down them as.....
Marsha Stone: Oh, I am so glad that you are okay. I was really worried, I thought I killed you. Thank you for not pressing charges. It was just that.
Johnny Blaze: wait, slow down a second. Take a deep breath. It's okay. I know you were trying to hit your husband. I just have one question. Why the hell would he cheat on you? Damn! Is he a complete dumbfuck?
Marsha Stone: Let's just say that I was getting a little old for his liking.
Johnny Blaze: But your not a day over Twenty Three I'd say.
Marsha Stone: Twenty Two but your close. And exactly, he likes them younger. The guy is a sicko.
Johnny Blaze: Then your better off without him. Listen, I have a match coming up at the WCF Helloween Pay Per View in St. Paul, Minnesota at the Xcel Energy Center on the 30th. I'm not sure who I will be facing but I'm sure I will be on the card. I'd like for you to be there.
Marsha Stone: That would give me enough time to take care of a few things and pack. I'll give you my number and we can meet up somewhere there. I have a niece that lives in St. Paul. That is if your really interested?
Johnny Blaze: I definitely am. I will give you my number also that way we can be sure to keep in contact. I need to hit the gym and get myself back into game shape so to speak.
Johnny stood up as the woman walked next to him. The two of them hugged and kissed quickly but gently on the lips before she turned and walked out the door. He watched her with amazement in his eyes. Amazed that he had been lucky enough to meet someone as special as she seemed to be.
After leaving the hospital and arriving back at the hotel Johnny was informed that he would be given a week completely free for what he had gone through. Only because they knew he could sue their butts for the whole thing. He went to bed first thing and woke up the next morning. The first thing he did after showering and eating breakfast was grab his laptop and go to the WCF website to see if the card for Helloween was finalized. To his delight it was. Someone must be looking out for him because he would be going against Fuego one on one. Damn this was his lucky day. That little bitch thought he was so much better than him and just left him hanging like that. He would show the little gymnast just who the hell Johnny Blaze really was. Then his nightmares would begin.
After hitting the gym and working out for a while he caught the next flight to St. Paul. He was really getting tired of flying. He hated it to begin with, especially on the damn commercial flights. If the air turbulence or food didn't make you sick the in flight movie surely would. Then you always get stuck in the middle seat with a couple of damn cows sitting next to you with a bad case of gas. By the time the plane landed Johnny needed two sick bags just to survive.
He checked into the hotel where the other WCF personnel were staying and took his stuff to his room. After finally drinking his Ancient Ancient Age and smoking a couple of bowls he walked down to the bar downstairs. When he walked in he saw a crowd of people gathered around a man talking to another. When he got closer Johnny noticed it was Hank Brown interviewing one of the local fans. Hank noticed him right away and quicklt made his way over to him.
Hank Brown: Johnny Blaze! It's good to see you. I have been impressed with your improvement since joining the WCF. Even in your losses you were impressive.
Johnny Blaze: Impressive yes, but not good enough unless it's a win. Thank you Hank. I appreciate the compliment.
Hank Brown: You're going to be taking on Fuego at Helloween. How do you feel about that? The two of you actually looked pretty good teaming together.
Johnny Blaze: You know Hoank, I thought so too. But Fuego seems to think otherwise. He kind of showed me up in the locker room and disrespected me. I'm going to beat some respect into him and show him you just don't fuck with Johnny Blaze like that. I don't give a shit who you are. Fuego is about to have his fire extinguished and I'm the extinguisher. Fuck that little acrobatic bitch.
Hank Brown: Whoa, it sounds like your really pissed at him.
Johnny Blaze: You better leave Freddy's trademark saying alone. He'll sue you for copyright infringement. Yeah, you might say I am a little upset by people who think they are better than everyone else. I'm going to make sure Fuego learns that first hand. Now if you will excuse me. No disrespect but I have some drinking to do. Now get the hell out of my way.
Johnny walked past Hank Brown and up to the bar. After ordering a tall glass of Jack Daniels and a Bud Light he headed for an empty table and sat down. He took a long drink from his glass and smiled. Sometimes things just seem to work out for the best.
