Walk With Me In Hell
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Dick Nose,
Yeah, I still remember your nickname from the old days. First off, congrats on your new path. I've always thought that you would do well in the ring if given the chance. Now that you have it, don't squander it. This isn't going to be like the wFw days, your reputation and my own are on the line here.
I don't know if you have heard or not, but my father fell ill a week ago, and I have been spending most of my time in Maine while he recovers. But don't worry, I am going to be there fighting by your side at BattleZone. This is the first time you and I have joined forces in battle, and I'm expecting fireworks. I guess the front office found a loop hole past that Irish bitch's red tape. What I wouldn't give to have their legal team.
One of the perks of working in the MWA I suppose.
Anyway, you keep fighting the good fight, and I'll see you in Osaka.
-Max
[Barajas finishes reading the letter, then folds it up and puts it away.]
B2: Damn...just what I need.
Ig: What's the deal?
[Barajas turns to Ig.]
B2: Steve is sick, and Max has been in Maine ever since.
Ig: Shit..
B2: Yeah, and it couldn't have come at a worse time.
[Ig raises an eyebrow at this comment.]
Ig: Did you just refer to his father's illness as an inconvenience?
[B2 laughs at this.]
B2: Of course not. But, with my first match in a decade coming up, I want things to go as smoothly as possible. I sympathize with Max, but now I'm worried.
Ig: Why?
[Barajas stands and walks to the fridge to grab a beer for himself and Ig. He places the beers down on the table and sits.]
B2: I have never seen Max this distracted before. With this garbage with Morrigan, and now his father in the hospital..
[B2 opens his beer and takes a large swig.]
B2: ...I'm afraid this is going to cost him his job.
[Ig frowns.]
Ig: Have you been paying attention to what has been going on for the past 5 months? Max has been everything but distracted. The man is on a hell of a roll. I don't think you have anything to worry about.
[B2 shrugs and takes another drink.]
B2: That's why you are the trainer, and I am the talent Ig. You have been gone from the game so long, your perception of events is skewed.
[This comment sends Ig over the edge. He grabs the table and throws it aside with little effort. B2 isn't phased by his act of agression, and never breaks eye contact with Ig.]
Ig: First off, you aren't "talent". The only reason you have a snowball's chance in Hell of winning this match is because you are partnered up with one of the best. I know talent, and you are far from it.
[Barajas says nothing as Ig continues.]
Ig: Second, if there is something going, you better tell me now.
[Barajas grins and finishes his beer. He stands and grabs his jacket and puts it on.]
B2: Come now, Ig. You give me more credit than I deserve. If I had any type of inside information that would help Max and myself, he would be the first to know. You, on the other hand, are further down the totem pole. I will tell you this: I will do everything in my power to get Max out from under this contract. We have come too far to be derailed now. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a press conference to attend. We head for Osaka afterwards.
[As Barajas exits the room, Ig speaks.]
Ig: Don't be a damn fool out there.
[Barajas stops.]
B2: Who are you talking to, man? I'm the master of this shit.
[Barajas exits the room and walks down a series of winding hallways. After getting lost twice, he finally finds the press room and makes his way in. Instead of idle chatter and the flash of the cameras lighting up the room, Barajas is greeted with silence. He looks around the room and notices that there are only two people in a room filled with empty folding chairs and janitorial equipment.]
B2: This can't be right.
Reporter #1: Alright, B2!
[Both reporters rise from their seats and approach Barajas.]
Reporter #1: I'm Michael Black, webmaster of the "Bring Back B2" website.
[He extends his hand to Barajas. He shakes it slowly.]
B2: Oh yeah, the B3 movement. Catchy name, man.
Michael: Thanks! I knew you'd dig the play on your nickname. This is my best friend and moderator of the forum, Richard O'Hare.
[Richard is too awe-struck to say anything.]
B2: Problem, kid?
[He just shakes his head quickly, then runs back to his seat. B2 mutters a curse under his breath.]
B2: Let's get this shit started.
[Barajas makes his way to the podium, which is a stack of phone books covered in what appears to be MWA bedsheets.]
B2: Nice touch, guys. Hit me.
[Michael raises his hand and Barajas stops him.]
B2: That's not necessary, just ask your questions.
Michael: Thank you Mr. Barajas. How do you feel about your pending return to the ring?
B2: Well, there is a bit of trepidation, but all in all, I feel pretty good about it. Ignatius has been imparting some knowledge my way, and I think I'm going to impress a lot of people in the MWA.
Michael: But, with all the drama circling Max's Campain, is there any doubt in your mind that he is going to be able to step up to the plate as a partner?
B2: Max doesn't tolerate failure, and neither do I. The two of us have never been in the ring together, and Max isn't known for his Tag Team skills. But we know each other better than anyone, and we will both be at 100% mentally and physically.
Michael: Speaking of physical health, is Maximum Violence healed up after his matches with Steve Pinex and Kevin Hardaway?
B2: He's cruising along just fine. The match with Pinex woke up some nagging injuries of the past, especially in his knees. But he is more than ready for battle.
Michael: You are going against two of MWA's elite in August Joyce and Tim Worthington. Worthington is a former champion and Joyce has a penchant for kidnapping helpless referee's. What is going to be your game plan going in?
[Barajas laughs.]
B2: I think it's more dangerous to be a referee around here than it is to be a competitor. When they announced the match...well...I had to Wikipedia their names, because I had no idea who they were. I was never paid to keep up with the history of the MWA, so I had a little bit of homework to do. I'm not too worried about it. Only thing I'm worried about is if I'll even get a chance to smack some people around. Max is in a state of mind I haven't seen in years.
[Barajas looks at the other reporter, still sitting there with stars in his eyes.]
B2: You got a question, my man?
[Richard looks at Michael, and Michael gives him a nod of approval and he stands, nearly knocking his chair over. He mutters something that B2 can't make out.]
B2: Speak up there Nancy.
[Richard clears his throat and begins again.]
Richard: What is your favorite cologne?
B2: My favorite cologne? I don't wear cologne.
Richard: Oh...well, you smell wonderful.
[Barajas sighs and begins to rub his eyes.]
B2: Alright, this is how it ends: How would the two of you like to watch some MWA action the way it was meant to be viewed...up close.
[Both men giggle with excitement.]
B2: Well, good news! I'm going to have to cut this "press conference" short and head for Japan, but I'm not going to leave you fine gents empty handed. As soon as I walk out this door, I want the two of you to check under your seats. There's going to be something there that I'm sure the two of you are going to love.
[He begins to slowly make his way to the exit while keeping an eye on the two reporters. Richard begins to go for the bottom of the seat.]
B2: Hey fucker! Gimme gimme never gets!
[Richard snatches his hand away and sits on both of his hands. Barajas opens the door and walks through. Leaving it cracked, he yells.]
B2: Go for it bitches!
[He slams the door. Both Richard and Michael flip their seats over. Instead of the VIP packages they were expecting, they are left with two copies of MWA's latest pay-per-view, Rising Sons, on Blu-Ray 3D. He even had time to sign them.]
"See You In Hell You Hot Dog Struttin' Floozies!"
-Brandon "B2" Barajas
[Michael sees this and is immediately disappointed.]
Michael: I don't even own a high-definition telelvision!
Richard: Don't worry, I already have this.
Michael: Torrents?
Richard: Torrents...
[Scene fades to black.]