Meanwhile, at Bam Miller's vacation suite |
The sun has just started creeping over the horizon. Morning bleeds through the slats of the window.
Bam slowly rises out of bed.
Jesus, what a fucking first day of being the X-Treme champion, Bam Miller thinks to himself. He got ambushed almost a half dozen times… And we’re still (just barely) in the first 48 hours of Bam being the reigning champion.
Thankfully, Bam did himself a little favor last night… And stuffed about 10 bags of ice in the hotel suite’s bathtub.... Along with a ‘healthy’ supply of Miller Lite.
He walks over and turns the hot water tap… The room fills with steam… The perfect blend of hot and cold...
Bam slowly lowers himself into his bathtub, and immediately feels the ice and heat soothe his aching muscles. Finally, he’s gonna getting to relax and enjoy being champion.
He reaches into the icy bath water and retrieves an unopened Miller Lite tall boy. He cracks it open. And he takes an easy br-
DING DONG
…
...Maybe if he ignores the bell, whoever it is will go aw-
DING DONG DING DONG
Bam sighs. And wraps a towel around his waist.
One walk to the front door later, Bam pops open the door.
…
And finds standing on his stoop.
The Most Hated Man in the XWF, Mark Flynn.
And in his right hand is the wriggling ear of that mischievous no-good ne’erdowell, The North Korean War Criminal.
NK is blushing sheepishly, apparently having been dragged here by the ear, by his tag team partner and coach, Mark Flynn.
"Morning, Bam. Can we come in for a second? My STUDENT has SOMETHING he’d like to say."
***
Bam is sitting on his couch in a towel… The tallboy still resting in his hand.
Flynn is standing, tapping his foot impatiently…
As NK seems to stare at the ceiling awkwardly, still blushing…
“WELL?”
NK still doesn’t look at Mark Flynn, but his face gets redder.
“Don't you have something to say to Mister Miller, NK?”
NK puffs out of a breath of air, before muttering…
“I’m sorry I cleverly attempted to pin you in your sleep…”
“DO IT RIGHT.”
NK rolls his eyes, but immediately winces in pain when Flynn grabs him by the ear again.
“C’MON. LIKE WE PRACTICED ON THE WAY OVER HERE.”
NK pushes Flynn’s hand off... Then looks Bam in the eye and bows from his waist respectfully.
“I apologize for pinning you in your sleep, Bam Miller.”
Flynn nods emphatically.
“THANK YOU.” he says, his words dripping with venom. NK still rubs his shoulder, made to feel ashamed by his wrestling coach.
Flynn then looks from NK to Bam.
“I sincerely apologize, Bam. He’s my student. He should know better.”
“Just like you told him... I promise from this point on, he and I will be attacking you from the FRONT.”
…
“Like this!”
Flynn then charges forward and spears Bam, still sitting on the couch.
The sectional completely flips over and the can of Miller Lite explodes out of Bam's hand, spilling everywhere.
Before Bam can even recover... Flynn grabs the towel off Bam’s waist and wraps it around his neck, choking the X-Treme champion.
NK opens his camouflage fatigues and reveals he is wearing underneath his uniform, the zebra stripes of an XWF official!
Flynn, still choking a naked Bam with his own bath towel, drags him backward against the ground, until he’s flat on his shoulders.
NK drops to count…
1!
2!