Got Beer?

[CAW]

Laying in the back of someone’s truck parked in front of the Motor City Arena is Hardcore Haz in the usual jeans, sneakers, and torn shirt, his almost spiked, but really just unbrushed, unwashed, and who knows what else. He pushed himself up from and turns over sitting back against the back of the cab, looks around seeing where he is and nods, then says.

Hell yea, we made it back to the city, now its time for some fucking action!

He hops up and over the side to the ground, then walks on around the arena, down the sidewalk and to the main gate heading on in as the place is always open for the diner upstairs. Haz walks through the little lobby stepping through the double doors into the arena where a single guard sits on a stool reading an X-Men comic. Haz approaches the guy and says.

Hey Fred, fucking wild night last night, how come ya didn’t wake me when we got here?

The guard, his name Fred it seems, stands up shutting the comic, but holds his place with a finger and says.

Sorry man, I was running late and I did sorta try, but you were fucking out, ya crazy bastard, ya drank everybody under and over the table!

They both laugh a little and Haz says.

Not my fucking fault ya pansies can’t keep up, so hey, anybody back there cause it seems dead in here?

Fred confused says.

Oh, I thought ya knew, Evolution is at the Joe on Thursday, were not back here until Monday for WAR, though it’ll pick up later tonight, only a Tuesday man.

Haz walking past Fred heads towards the curtain heading into the backstage area, looks in each room which is empty and now heads down towards the basement where the locker room is. Haz heads on down looking in the locker rooms, male and female, then hears someone in the weight section and heads that way. Ice Bull sits in black sweats and an old SEF Rules shirt with the sleeves torn off, a couple dumbbells in each hand curling them, probably fifty pounds each, looks easy in his hands. He looks up seeing Haz and asks.

Looking for someone Haz?

Haz sits on another bench and says.

Not really, just anyone, just found out the next show is at the Joe, good thing it’s the same city at least. You got a car or something, you drive, or like to?

Bull nods yea saying.

I don’t mind it. Need a ride Thursday, or hell, get a few beers tonight and tomorrow to prepare?!

Haz nodding liking that idea says.

Hell yea, sounds like fun! You still in SEF or what, cause I heard ya got bumped off the roster?!

Bull just stands setting the weights on the rack and turns saying.

Yea, I’m not officially with any company, but I’m living here now and get free use of the weights, plus one day I may be back.

Haz nods and says.

Well stick with me and we’ll whip so much ass together you’ll be too much of a force to be reckoned with that SEF will have to bring ya back or ya could just kick in their door like I would!

He grins and Bull nods yea as he lays back on the bench saying.

Give me a few more minutes, maybe thirty, and I’ll be done with my workout, then we’ll go for the real workout, curl a few cold ones!

Bull grabs the barbell with a couple large discs on either side and begin a rep as Haz says.

Alright, I’ll be up at the bar getting started!

And so Haz heads up the stairs going right on up to the second floor coming into the kitchen, some cook sees him and nods, then yells out to the bartender.

GET A COLD BEER READY FOR THE ULTIMATE SANDMAN FAN!

Haz grinning leans over a counter shaking the cooks hand, then says.

Hey, fry up a burger will ya, I ain’t ate in, uh, a while, fuck, yea, maybe some fries too, a lot of them!

The cook nods yea and Haz heads on out and around the bar plopping down on a stool near the end, the place not real busy yet, probably a good thing too. The bartender, a cute redhead, sets his beer down and Haz lifts it taking down half, then leans back into the mirror behind the liquor bottles. Haz waves to the cameraman who moves out of the mirror, Haz spinning around leaning against the bar, a smirk across his face as he says.

Wow, Matt Ward, Evolution at the Joe Louis Arena, don’t worry, my drunk ass will be there son, I never miss a chance to whoop some ass all over any goddamn arena. You think I give a rats ass about one thing you have to say, calling me a drunk, trashing my name, claiming I ain’t the least bit hardcore, even calling me a softcore porn star. Well your half right on that one, but when I filmed a few pornos, there was nothing softcore about them, matter a fact, I hear a few ended up banned in several states or countries I think!?!

Haz laughing now not letting us know whether or not he’s lying, then he says.

By the way, I’ve always had no trouble at all making myself look drunk cause as a matter of fact, I usually am, except now, but I’m in a bar, so I guess I’m in the right place! Ya see Matty, I could care less what you think of me, oooh, I’m a victim am I, fuck you kid. The only victim is the sorry sumbitch who actually watched you make a mockery of public speaking and I’m supposed to be the drunken idiot, HA! Matty, ya can claim to be a diabolical mastermind or whatever it is you want people to believe your supposed to be, but until you make someone believe you are that, your nothing more than lost soul looking for a way in. I don’t give one rats ass about your little plan for redemption, or however ya say it, I don’t care about being on Evolution. I’ll show up as I said I would and whip some goddamn ass, win or lose, Hardcore Haz will make sure Matty Ward leaves the ring with my boot imprinted on his ass!

A small crowd of fans are gathered around watching Haz who grins at them bringing the camera around to check out the crowd, then focus back on Haz who says.

In your little mind Matty, you seem to think highly of yourself and that’s great kid, its good to have self confidence, but on Thursday, all the confidence, all the so called smarts ya think you have won’t do you a damn bit of good when I enter that ring with one purpose, to hurt you, and to hurt you really fucking bad! I don’t give a shit if you walk after this match or if your laid up like a cripple for life, I don’t give a fuck about you or anyone, just that I get my next beer, so then.

He spins around grabbing his glass and drains it down his throat, then sets it down yelling.

HEY, WHERE’S MY BEER?

A grin on his face and the bartender knowing Haz well enough just grabs the glass to refill it as the crowd of people dissipate a little, some come up to Haz, sit next to him, even get some autographs. He may be a dick, but he is a pro wrestler and these people get it as does he, then he gets his food and digs into that, so away we go fading to black.