Post by King Richius on Aug 6, 2018 15:56:58 GMT -5
WFWF Under the Dome RP
Flying Coach
featuring “The Cleaner” Billy Broom
Flying Coach
featuring “The Cleaner” Billy Broom
Uber to the airport because long term parking was too expensive. Fly coach because first class is too expensive. Stay in a two or three star hotel instead of a five star hotel because it is too expensive. The story of Billy’s life, constantly making sacrifices.
When he was younger, it was because he simply couldn’t afford it. From almost high school drop out (if not for the good graces of a kindly counselor who pulled a few strings with his calculus teacher young William Broome would not have received his high school degree) to army veteran, Billy was used to not having a lot and making the most of what he did have. Grilled cheese for lunch and Ramen for dinner most days just so he could afford his beat up junker and the studio apartment that passed for a home while he started over after his discharge.
Then there were the married years, having to watch his wife be the bread winner while Billy slowly worked his way up the ladder of the WFWF road crew. Victoria (never “Vicki" mind you, always the prim and proper “Victoria”) wasn’t shy about dropping big bucks on luxuries Billy never quite saw the need for so once again he spent much of his time sacrificing for the good of the family. The wife he knew was too good for him, mostly because Victoria never stopped reminding him of that fact, and then his daughter Jenny always came first.
Now that he had arrived in the WFWF, or as close to arrived as somebody so completely average as Billy would ever achieve, he still had to sacrifice. Imagine a WFWF wrestler flying coach to the big “Under the Dome” show in Tokyo so that he could spend the next few days checked into the Japanese equivalent of a Holiday Inn! That’s living the good life, oh yeah. All you parents take note - this is what your kid’s future holds when they say they want to be a WFWF superstar. It ain’t all champagne and filet mignon. It’s more like generic beer and tater tots.
Not that Billy minds the sacrifices. This was his lot in life and he was satisfied. He had a roof over his head, three squares a day, a steady job, and his health; the latter being quite shocking given his chosen professions of Army Ranger and professional wrestler.
Most importantly, he had Jenny. His teenage daughter sitting in the window seat next to him who had spent the past week smiling non-stop. Billy had melted when he saw the joy on Jenny’s face as Billy told her the good news - her mother had given up her two weeks summer vacation time with Jenny so that Jenny could accompany Billy on the road for the first leg of the WFWF’s World Domination Tour. It was a moment he would cherish forever.
He sat in silence watching Jenny as she stared out the window looking down on the clouds for the first time in her short life. Jenny had already forgotten about the long and tedious process of checking in, going through security, and waiting through the inevitable delays before boarding the plane. Nor did she have any problems trying to squeeze her small figure into a seat two sizes too small for her, unlike Billy who wanted nothing more than to stretch out his legs but couldn’t. But Billy persevered in silence because he didn’t want to take anything away from Jenny getting the most out of her first time flying, her first time going to Japan, her first time seeing her father wrestle live and in person.
Billy: Penny for your thoughts.
Jenny: Inflation Daddy. My thoughts are worth more than a penny.
That was her mother and her Wall Street hubby Chucky talking. At least when Jenny talked liked that you could see her tongue in her cheek. Victoria and Charles were dead serious when they said obnoxious crap.
Billy: Fine, I’ll owe you. Dollar for your thoughts.
Jenny: This is gonna’ be the best vacation EVER!
Billy: Are you sure? You could have spent a couple of weeks in the Hamptons living the good life with your mother and Chuck.
Jenny: Puh-lease! Two weeks being mothered by the nanny while they tried to hide me from their friends so I won’t embarrass them? A week in Tokyo with you is waaayyyyyy better.
Billy: Aw shucks, you’re gonna’ make me blush.
Jenny: It’s gonna’ be so much fun. I get to see you wrestle in the tournament. We get to see BabyMetal! Mom and Chuck would never let me go to a Babymetal concert. They for sure wouldn’t go with me.
Billy: Try and keep me away. I’ve wanted to see them in concert for years.
Jenny’s reply was cut off by the flight attendant making the rounds with the dinner cart. The attractive Asian woman who could have been anywhere from 25 to 50 was all smiles as she passed a vegetarian dinner and ginger ale to Jenny, then gave Billy the airlines version of steak and potatoes along with a cold beer. She managed to brush against Billy several times during the process, something Billy barely noticed but Jenny picked up on. The attendant moved on to serve the next row of passengers giving Jenny her opening.
Jenny: I think she likes you.
Billy: Hush up and eat your food. No way is she interested in an old man like me.
Jenny: You’re a catch Dad. You should take your shot. What’s the worst that could happen?
Billy: She says no and we spend the rest of the flight in awkward silence. Stop talking and start eating before your food gets cold. What exactly is that anyway?
Jenny: It’s supposed to be a Waldorf salad. They didn’t get it quite right though. Soggy wilted lettuce… eww.
Despite the questionable quality of the airplane food, Billy and Jenny finish off their meals quickly. Billy flags the stewardess for a second beer, reclines his seat enough to relax without inconveniencing the passenger behind him, and looks over to see Jenny tapping away at her smartphone.
Jenny: Have you seen some of these posts by KC Jones?
Billy: You know I hate that stuff. It’s a waste of time.
Jenny: It’s the 21st Century old man. Get with the times or get left behind.
Billy lets the “old man” comment slide. Not only doesn’t he want to ruin Jenny’s good mood but also because it’s true. Social media is a still a strange beast to someone who grew up in pre-internet days.
Billy: I choose get left behind. Twitter is well named because eventually everyone on it ends up looking like a twit. Just look at Daniel Knight.
Jenny: He sure pulled a Roseanne. I’m surprised Lila didn’t suspend him. But Jones… where does he get off tweeting “What’s a Mesh?” Everybody knows Mesh. She’s totally awesome. Do you think I’ll meet her?
Another comment Billy lets slide. He would have preferred if he was his daughter’s favorite wrestler but that wasn’t the case. Jenny had fallen victim to Mesh’s charms just like every other wrestling fan. Besides, Billy was still a part-timer, a filler of space when Lila needed a warm body. Mesh was a full-timer and really making her presence known. She was a favorite to win the tournament. Billy wasn’t even getting mentioned. It’s like people forgot he was even there.
Billy: I might be able to arrange something.
Jenny: Ooh, thank you Daddy. She’s so cool. I wonder if I could be in one of her videos.
Jenny does a quick pop and lock while Billy silently hopes Jenny doesn’t dye her hair blue. If she did, he might have to be the bad parent and draw a line in the sand. He would let Jenny get away with a lot but blue hair? Nope. Not gonna’ happen.
Billy: Anybody else you want to meet? What about Frank Lynn and his manager? Drakz? Lila? Jones, the king of instant gram?
Jenny: That’s Instagram dad, not instant gram. And no thanks. Jones is an idiot. I hope you kick his @$$.
Billy: I’ll give you a pass on the language young lady. Jones is an idiot and I will kick his a… err, butt just for you.
That’s not all Billy thinks about “The Keto Catch King” KC Jones but it is all he is willing to share with his daughter.
What the hell was Lila thinking when she signed this arrogant and obnoxious twit for twenty million dollars? What has he done to deserve that kind of money? It’s more than Brennan gets and he carried the WFWF for most of 2017. It’s more than Frank Lynn gets and he could have literally given himself whatever he wanted when he was GM for a day. It’s more than Drakz gets and, love him or not, he is the best ever.
No way is KC Jones flying coach or staying in bargain basement hotels eating McDonalds food. More likely, he is taking limousine rides, staying in the penthouse at the Hilton, eating the most expensive surf and turf dinners with Dom Perignon, and buying rounds of drinks for all the party goers at the trendiest dance club. For damn sure Jones isn’t worrying about counting every penny and saving as much as possible so his daughter can get the best education possible and have the life her father only dreamed about.
Billy is definitely approaching this match different than his previous ones. Before, he was out to make some fast money for Jenny’s college fund and more concerned with not getting hurt rather than winning. Times have changed for the f***ing janitor.
There is a title up for grabs. Billy had never considered being a champion in the WFWF. He’s too old, too inexperienced, and quite frankly not ready for that kind of spotlight. But he gets paid on a per match basis so the further he gets in the tournament, the better college Jenny will be able to choose from. He had enough saved already that she would definitely be attending a well known four year school. If he could go deep into the tournament, they could start putting some prestigious names on the list of possible schools - name like Harvard, MIT, Johns Hopkins, Stanford, …
If Billy could pull off the unexpected, unbelievable upset and win the title, that would guarantee more matches… more money. Jenny could be set for a good long time.
On top of all that though is KC Jones and his mammoth contract. It’s a ridiculous amount of money to give to an unproven wrestler. He must have one hell of an agent. It is rubbing Billy the wrong way in all the wrong places. There is jealousy building into anger. Billy has given a lot to the WFWF as both road crew chief and sometimes wrestler for a modest income. This Jones character hasn’t done jack f***ing s*** for the WFWF yet he gets this huge contract. It’s a slap in the face of every WFWF employee who grinds away day in day out.
Somebody needs to remind Jones that he needs to put in some work before he can reap the rewards. Billy stews silently as he dreams about being the one to deliver the message.
Before Billy can stew himself into a full blown funk, Jenny distracts him with a video explaining cultural differences in Japan.
Jenny: Don’t forget, if someone gives you their business card, take it with BOTH hands and be sure to read it before you put it in your pocket.
Billy: Yes ma’am.
Jenny: If you’re in a group, pour everybody else’s drink first, then let someone else pour yours.
Billy: Yes ma’am.
Jenny: Are you paying attention?
Billy: Yes ma’am.
Jenny: Grrr… fine, I’ll stop. Don’t blame me if you do something wrong.
Billy: Yes ma’am.
Jenny: Sometimes I hate you.
Billy: Right back at ya’.
* * *
Hello WFWF fans. I don’t usually speak my mind before a match because that ain’t my style but this time the stakes are much higher than usual and a few words from everybody’s favorite janitor are called for.
I don’t think anybody was as shocked as me when Lila first approached me about becoming a wrestler. What right does a damn near fifty year old man with no experience have stepping into the ring with much younger men and women who have devoted their lives to becoming the best wrestlers in the world? None if the critics are to be believed.
Despite my reservations, I did it. I stepped into the ring. My main goal was always more about getting out alive and unharmed rather than on winning. I managed that and more as I got a few victories under my belt. Gotta’ love the added winners’ bonus.
Now I find myself invited to participate in a tournament for a new title, one I sincerely hope doesn’t have the word “hamshank” anywhere in its name. Six months ago I would have laughed in your face. Now I think I may have a chance.
There’s some tough competition. Mesh is a serious player and odds on pick to win it all. Casey, Needles, and Priceless can bring the pain. Shuggy may be a newcomer but he hangs out with former world champ Joe Bishop; gotta’ take him seriously. Rodriguez is no stranger to the WFWF. It’s a tough line up, dare I say a murderer’s row of talented wrestlers.
And then there’s my first opponent in the tournament, the WFWF’s newest golden boy KC Jones. I mean that literally because he might as well be covered in gold. Lila Sleater backed up a Brinks truck and dumped a ginormous pile of cash at the feet of “The Keto Catch King” KC Jones.
Twenty million dollars!?!?
Are you kidding me?
I’m making twenty five thousand for this match. Another ten thousand if I win.
Am I supposed to believe that Jones is a thousand times better then me just because he is getting a thousand times more money than me?
That’s a load of bull crap.
So what it comes down to is this. I am a wrestler. Perhaps not the most polished or experienced but I can hold my own against anybody. I hear the bell ring and the Army Ranger in me wakes up. I become a soldier on a mission.
The mission is simple: beat KC Jones! You’re going to earn every last penny of that twenty mil if you want to beat me.
Janitor versus spoiled pretty boy millionaire.
This is class warfare. White collar versus blue collar. The little guy is tired of getting stepped on and will be fighting back.
Billy Broom is coming to Tokyo to make a stand for himself and all the other “little people” who are tired of getting stepped on by the one per centers.
Yippie kay-aye mother truckers!