The Black Circle Club House

San Diego, California

Wednesday Afternoon

“Well John things seem to have gone to hell in a hand basket lately. is all laid up, and possibly mentally thanks to a sneak attack. I lose a Lethal Lottery match because my partner became part of a Pyrotechnics display that cost us the match. We got NAZI teaming up with a border jumper in what I can only describe as some sort of shitty Karmic justice. And now Luca has to defend his title against an upstart Potato Farmer. Oh and did I mention I’m teaming up with a Jesus Freak against some tag team that thinks their name is ironic and funny? Oh and one of those people is the guy who blew my LL match last week? What the fuck is going on?


Madison having just finished doing what looks like his tenth shot as evidence by the castle of shot glasses configured on the bar makes his way over to Theo.


“Theo my friend, why so serious?”

“What?”

“I just watched The Dark Knight last night, man that Heath Ledger was the shit. “Why so serious?” Great line, and it was delivered perfectly. Speaking of delivering, thanks for taking care of that Matt Ward business, your lawyers sure did earn their money.”

“My money. They earned my money, which is fine because I have enough that if I ever run out of toilet paper I can use some hundreds as back up. But that’s not even the point. What are we going to do about Hathaway and that guy who makes Jerry Sandusky look like a Saint?”

“Nothing. That’s all up to Shane. If he wants to really the troops and put boots to skulls than that’s what will happen. If he wants to do nothing at all than that’s what we do.”

Theo looks at John somewhat miffed at what he is hearing. No revenge? Where’s the fun?

“Well that’s interesting. If it were me I would tie down Hathaway and let Gilmour sit on her while eating and drinking all he can for at least 24 hours. And as for McGovern, I would tie him to a chair and dump him at some Boy Scout Camp where all he can do is stare.”

“Gilmour is skinny now.”

“Come again?”

“Gilmour had some surgery and now he’s skinny. He looks like a woman but he’s definitely skinny now.”

“Pete Gilmour the guy who tells everyone to suck his dick, assuming they could even find the little thing paid money to get skinny? I thought lap band was something rich white women did. Not some overweight wrestler with an extremely inflated sense of self worth.”

“It is. Which makes sense since Gilmour now looks like a woman.”

“Fair enough “So John tell me, what are your plans now that you’re off Warfare?”

“I’m thinking about collecting unemployment until that runs out and then who knows.”

“As always John you have it all worked out.”

“Yeah I do. Speaking of, worked out. Now that I know you aren’t dating and will never date that Manger of yours, mind if I take a turn?”

“You’re an asshole, An incredibly big asshole. But by all means, go for it. Just do me a favor. Please let me know when you are going to make your move. I want to see your face when she shots you down faster than any woman Gilmour has ever tried to force himself on.”

“Shot me down? Please. And furthermore, don’t ever compare me to that former fatty. We have nothing in common.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing but point taken.”

“Anyway, you mentioned that you have a match coming up, you and the newest Bible Thumping Blowhard to grace the halls of the XWF against some tag team whose name is the same as what I am going to do to your sister when I get the chance.”

“Asshole.”

“Oh come now Theo, I’m just fucking with you. Seriously though, how are you feeling about this match?”

“The same way I feel about you never getting near Erica. And if you need me to spell that out for you, I’m very confident. Hunter Payne, he’s whatever. He’s neither garbage nor great, he’s just, there and as for his partner Ann Thraxx. Well clearly she fancies herself as ironic given her choice of name. I just find her repugnant. Either way, they don’t impress me. Worse comes to worse I’ll just bring some sparklers with me and watch Payne scurry away in fear.”

“I’m glad you are so confident. Winning the match puts you at the head of the line for the Tag Team belts. One more piece of hardware to add to the Black Circle’s collection. I would love nothing more than to see Griffin and his jilted lover Sebastian Duke lose their titles, couldn’t happen to a nicer team of guys if you ask me.”

“Well John as much as this little catch up session has been fun I need to get back to the office. I do have a day job. And also, when I had this place put together and told you we should use it for Circle business, I assumed you knew that meant actual business and not just a place for you to kill time while you wait for your bi-weekly Unemployment Check’s to come.”

“Get a grip Theodore. I won’t be here long.”

“I don’t care how much time you spend here. Just try not to burn the place down, there is an ice cream shop downstairs. And generally it’s full of kids and Soccer Moms.”

“Why do you think I hang out here so much?”

“Noted.”

:: Theo rises from his seat, grabs his suit coat off of the coat rack and puts it on. He takes one last look around the room before walking out the door and down the metal steps before getting behind the wheel of a black Ford Explorer with tinted windows and a License Plate that reads “Pryce023” ::