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B.O.B. D · (04-23-2019)

As I walked to the lockeroom following my match with Mingermind, I could finally breath a sigh of relief. It was hard not to feel a little cocky strolling by the other patrons of the Mississippi Coast Coliseum, occasionally thrusting my palm in the air to mimick what I did to my opponent. For the first time in a while, I was actually able to let out a faint smile.

As I entered the lockeroom, the usual jobbers I see everytime we're standing around talking, but when they saw me, they quickly made for the exit. It felt good to be that intimidating to someone, considering up until this point I wasn't sure if anyone would take me seriously again. Hell, even now I knew there'd still be plenty of skeptics, For all anyone knew, Mingermind was paid to take that fall. But those people also don't know that shot I put on him was as real as it gets and if they felt the need to doubt, they could always volunteer themselves for a go 'round, too.

I got to my locker and opened it up. At first glance you would've thought it was empty, but I knew better than that. I reached up to the shelf and pulled down the joint I saved for after my match. A victory puff for 4/20 was just exactly what I needed at that moment.

I sparked the paper wrapped herb and inhaled deeply. Yes, I probably should be more careful, but considering no-one was allowed in the lockeroom besides the competitors, I wasn't worried about it. After the few weeks I'd been having up to that point, I needed something to help me chill.

"Excuse me, Big D?....."

So much for relaxing. By now I had become familiar with the voice of Steve Sayors, even if I wasn't necessarily used to dealing with him. With a sigh, I turned around to face him, the joint still in my mouth and smoking in his face.

"You know you can't do that here, right?" Sayors asked like some kind of tattle tale.

"What are you, a snitch?" I responded, giving him a death stare through the puff clouds.

"N-no....... I'm actually here for an interview."

"What else is new?" I replied, shaking my head in annoyance. After another deep inhale of the sweet green, I nodded with permission.

"That was a hell of a win out there," Sayors began. "I feel like some of your doubters may think twice before questioning you."

"There's a keyword in there, Steve," I began. "Some. Some of my doubters may think twice, and even then, I think that may be assuming too much. I won against a career loser, noone's REALLY thinking anything about me other than the fact I didn't screw the pooch and lose a guaranteed victory. I said before my match that it'd be one of the most watched matches involving a jobber, and that was for the sheer fact that people wanted to know if I was bad enough to lose to him. I wasn't, but that doesn't mean I impressed anyone. I just kept them from furthering their impression that I'm not what I say I am, nothing more."

"Well you have a much more anticipated match coming up Wednesday at Warfare against Vita Valentine and Apocalypse, do you think this match could put you on track to bigger and better things?"

"I think this match already IS a bigger and better thing," I stated.

"How so?"

"Well, to start, I'm not opening the show," I said putting the joint out in my hand before tossing the roach aside. "That already is a step up in my eyes. Big D doesn't open shows, he Main Events and after Wednesday, maybe management will see that."

"You do understand your win/loss record isn't favorable in receiving a title shot, right?" Steve Sayors nervously states.

"Win/loss record?" I chuckle. "I show up every week and, so far, have been competing on 2 of the 3 XWF programs. My record may not be perfect, but I'm here. What about your champion, Robert Main? Unless I'm high, sorry, TOO high, I don't think I've seen him wrestle since I've arrived. Haven't been graced with the Tag Team Champions' presence, only see Mastermind hanging around backstage trying to keep his Xtreme Title reign intact. Lux probably wouldn't defend their title if it wasn't for the stipulation of said title. But sure, put me below all of those cowards when I'm here competing......"

"Let me tell you something, Steve," I say putting my hand on his shoulder. "Vita Valentine is a hell of a wrestler. I've looked forward to sharing a ring with her since I took notice of her talent. The fact she's also Ms. 24/7 gives me alot more motivation to pin her. As far as I'm concerned, she's basically a champion in her own right. As for Apocalypse, we'll see what he brings to the table. I won't underestimate him like EDWARD or Genie Tate."

"Big D, one last question......." Sayors begins, but gets interrupted as 2 police officers enter the lockeroom.

"We got a reporter of someone smoking marijuana," one of them says.

"No-one here....." Steve Sayors responds, covering for me. Which gave me a messed up idea.

"Actually, officers, this man JUST smoked a joint," I lie before looking where I threw the roach. "He put it out and tossed it over there when I walked in."

The cops walk over and pick up the joint, nodding. As Steve Sayors screams and tries blaming me, the officers put him in handcuffs and drag him away. I couldn't help but laugh at the fool, maybe next time he decides to do a rankings list he'll know not to fuck me over. Because he's gonna learn, just like Vita Valentine and Apocalypse, that I won't let anyone stand in my way. And that's the cold, Big D truth.

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