“What the hell are you doing?” Seth asked as he walked up behind Jay.

“What’s it look like?” Jay shot back.

“Why on earth are you selling lemonade?”

“I’m not letting that little puta get all the business around here. And besides, people need competition to get the most for their money.” Jay said with a little nod.

“Since when do you care about other people? And how much are you charging?

“I don’t. And I’m starting at ten dollars a shot.”

“Ten dollars? She’s charging ten cents.”

“I know. How stupid is that? She’ll never make any money that way.”

“Have you sold any?”

“Not yet. They keep going to her for some reason.”

“Maybe you should try selling orange juice.” Seth said with a smirk.

“Hey, if you don’t want any lemonade then get lost. This is a no loitering zone, man.” Jay half-shushed him away.

“Actually, I think I do.”

“It’s about damn time. That’s ten--” Jay scoffed as he watched Seth go across the street and buy some from the little girl. “Joder tu, bendejo!” Jay yelled as he shook his fist in the air.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Nick asked, poking his head out of his dumpster.

“That little girl is taking all my business.” Jay squawked.

“Have you had any business?” Nick inquired.

“No.” Jay admitted. “But I would if she wasn’t there.”

“What’s so special about your lemonade?”

“Eh, nothing I guess.” Jay shrugged. Nick rolled his eyes as he made his way up to the house. The proverbial light bulb lit over Jay’s head. He reached into his pants pocket and grinned. Meanwhile in the house, Jalie ran back and forth in the kitchen as she mumbled to herself.

“Eye of salamander, breath of toad, hair of sasquatch…” She continued, throwing random things into a pot on the stove. Nick walked in scratching his ass, then cocked his head.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Nick.

“Making macaroni and cheese.” she replied.

“What’s with the weird ingredients?”

“I found it in that recipe book…” Jalie pointed to the book laying on the counter.

“Recipes For The Modern Day Domestic Witch Who Is Neither Modern Nor Domestic.” Nick read. “This book was written for you.” She tossed the final ingredient in the pot and was taken back by the little explosion. A steady flame was now flowing from the pot.

“Some recipe…” Nick muttered.

“Shut the fuck up… And grab the marshmallows.” Jalie ordered. Back outside there was now a long line of kids in front of Jay‘s lemonade stand.

“So, what did you put in it?” Seth wondered.

“Eh, what you talking about?” Jay asked trying to look innocent.

“Ten minutes ago you are bitching about the girl across the street, now you have every kid in the neighbourhood wanting your lemonade. It’s not a coincidence.”

“So I slipped a little tequila in. Who cares?” Jay shrugged it off. An officer walked up and placed a ten dollar bill on the table and looked at Jay expectantly. “Eh, there’s no more lemonade.” Jay tried to convince the cop. The officer pointed to the jug next to Jay.

“Then what’s that?” The officer asked with a smile. “I got a tip from a few parents that their children had purchased a hard lemonade beverage from a Mexican behind a lemonade stand. And you fit that description, essa.” The officer grabbed the jug and could easily taste the alcohol. “Alright, stand up and put your hands behind your head.” The officer looked at Seth. “You too.”

“What!?” Seth blurted in disbelief.

“It looks to me that you were in on this whole thing. So get to it.” The officer demanded. Suddenly Jay leaped over the table and smashed the empty bottle of tequila over the officer’s head.

“Quick, run!” Jay yelled.

“Where?” Seth threw his arms in the air. “He’s right here in front of our house, you stupid fuck.”

“Shit…” Jay said as he realized how stupid his plan actually was. “So help me move him.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m helping you” Seth stated.

“Hey as far as he’s concerned you were in on this with me. And now he’ll claim you distracted him while I hit him with the bottle. If I go down, I’m dragging your ass with me.” Seth let out a sigh then helped Jay carry the officer over to the El Camino and load him in the back.

.end.

Well now, apparently Martin is going to put in some effort after his lacklustre performance last week. And the week before, so I hear. Maybe he was worrying too much about the wrong thing. That does nothing but ask for trouble.

Much like the way you’re asking for trouble this week.

By the sounds of things, you’re more concerned with Rick Young and Zeek Williams then you are with your match on Sunday. Granted it’s against a couple of new guys and someone who hasn‘t been around for a while, but it‘s still a poor excuse not to pay attention. If anything, you should be spending more time learning about us, so you at least have an idea of what you’re going against. Instead you go on about how you‘re a “God damn legend“, making it sound like you‘re the greatest thing to happen in wrestling. First off, all your accomplishments from previous stints mean nothing here. You could talk ‘till you‘re blue in the face about your long list of accomplishments and I guarantee you that nobody, with the exception of your running buddy, will give a damn about it. Do you care about my RWA Heavyweight championship? No, I wouldn‘t expect you to. So don’t expect me to care about the things you have accomplished. From what I hear the AWA has been open about three months, and I highly doubt you have established yourself well enough for others to consider yourself a legend in that short a period. You’re no different then all the others who claim to be legends and get pissy when others don’t kiss your ass.

“these guys aren't worthy enough to wash my trunks after this match, let alone step into the ring with me.”

What makes you so much better than us? You have no clue what I am capable of, so being the arrogant prick you are you assume I’m nothing. You’ve been around for a decade, shouldn’t you know better then that? Who cares about your losing streak? It’s two matches. You make I sound like it’s never happened to you before. You claim to be so much better then us because you’ve been around the block a few times when you pay no attention to the little things. I may only be twenty-five years old, but that doesn’t make me any less of a competitor than you. You make it sound like I’ve never laced my boots. Keep undermining me Martin, it’ll only make you more a fool come Sunday. And don‘t feed me the bullshit of not showing up. Talking down to me isn‘t going to make me go away. Keep in mind Martin, I‘m not claiming to be better than you. We‘ll determine that on Sunday, just don‘t dig yourself a hole you can‘t get out of before then.

One more arrogant ass I plan to take down.

As for Ghost, I’m not really sure what to make of him. I guess he, too, hasn’t been around much. Maybe it’s supposed to be some sort of gimmick thing. And Deacon, I’m not sure how long you have been around, but I’m not making the same mistake Scotty boy is. I’ve learned my lesson in my three years of professional wrestling, as opposed to Martin’s ten, that it’s pretty much suicide when you underestimate a person you know nothing about. Hell, for all we know Ghost could catch us with our pants down and walk away victorious. You just never know, though many love to claim they do.