BWade
Grandma Took Me Home
“Holy ****! You did it … YOU unbelievable bastard, you DID IT!” shouts Jackson Klein back stage just after the conclusion of Gold Rush.
Not the time, nor the place … to hear the incessant ramblings of your attorney after a five ring, forty man battle royal. Especially when he shows up with full camera crew in tail. Kevin had been getting his things together and getting ready to head out but now patience would prove to be harder to hold on to then the ring rope hours before.
“Well, I mean … not as if I ever doubted you, of course.” Klein adds.
“Is all this necessary Klein?” Kevin questions in a low growl.
“Of course, of course … this is Super Bowl eleven right now! Here is where you say you’re going to Disney World! It’s TV gold Kevin!” Klein fires back with a slick Hollywood publicists’ tone.
Kevin, confused, poses yet another question filled with frustration and general distaste; “Why would I do such a thing, Klein?”
“Well because it’s a pop culture kind of … eh, never mind. The point is we need that fresh off the mat, fresh from the field, right off the track, sitting in the winners circle kind of thing. You know …” Klein insists.
“No, no … not sure much. I’m tired, and sore … all I want is to get a drink and go relax.” Kevin responds slowly.
Klein snaps back, “Whoa, whoa … hold on we have to celebrate, I mean come on … I hear everyone is going to this Zieba’s or whatever it’s called … some local place.”
Kevin has never been much for crowds. The closest thing to a family he has ever had was the group of miscreants in the MWC known then by the moniker … Manifest Destiny.
And just as the historical catch phrase of which its name was taken … that too had become ancient history.
Kevin dealt with few people in his day to day life. Outside of the liquor store attendant from town to town and his attorney Jackson Klein; Kevin’s interaction with people became limited mostly to his in ring opponents. And in all actuality … he didn’t really mind.
“Klein, what about me makes you think I want to go to a bar with anyone from this place… including you? Just call me tomorrow and let me know what's next, and where.” Kevin tells Jackson.
“Well, actually that was half of the reason I’m here. Check it out, Chapel Hill is next. I can’t be there for this one so I’m-a-need you to stay on top of things.
You’ve got Simon Alvin …or Alex Theodore in a under card bout. It’s a title defense … just that quick! He placed decently in the Gold Rush. I think he was in the last ten or so … squarely guy, brains over brawn, I’m super smart kind of thing …”
Interrupting Kevin says, “I know who you’re talking about.”
“Ok, well I don’t think you should have any trouble … keep in mind, loose the title … you may loose your spot before the ink is dry on that contract. I’ll be working on that throughout the week to make sure everything is finalized.
But I NEED you to put in some work this week … promotional spots, interviews the whole deal … Gold Rush is over, you can’t hide behind the hype any longer. You HAVE to make this work this time.” Klein lectures.
Kevin was hardly listening. He heard S.A.T., Chapel Hill, and title defense. That was enough … for him at least.
By this time he had slung most everything in his bag, removed the tape from his wrist and hands, loosened his boots, and was ready to go.
“I mean, you have to keep in mind…” Klein pauses for a moment as Kevin gets up to leave. He quickly switches gears as he senses his client’s patience much like the grip on the ring rope has started to wear thin.
“Hey, well … while we have the camera here all read to go and every thing … why not get a head start? Anything you’d like to say to Simon?” Klein asks.
Kevin looks at Klein as he shrugs his shoulders back at Kevin.
“Yeah, I do” Kevin replies, which comes as a great surprise to Klein. Kevin growls simply … and ever so eloquently…
“Bite me …”
Kevin walks off toward the back door lighting a cigarette. The camera swings to a disappointed Klein as the attorney walks away.
Not the time, nor the place … to hear the incessant ramblings of your attorney after a five ring, forty man battle royal. Especially when he shows up with full camera crew in tail. Kevin had been getting his things together and getting ready to head out but now patience would prove to be harder to hold on to then the ring rope hours before.
“Well, I mean … not as if I ever doubted you, of course.” Klein adds.
“Is all this necessary Klein?” Kevin questions in a low growl.
“Of course, of course … this is Super Bowl eleven right now! Here is where you say you’re going to Disney World! It’s TV gold Kevin!” Klein fires back with a slick Hollywood publicists’ tone.
Kevin, confused, poses yet another question filled with frustration and general distaste; “Why would I do such a thing, Klein?”
“Well because it’s a pop culture kind of … eh, never mind. The point is we need that fresh off the mat, fresh from the field, right off the track, sitting in the winners circle kind of thing. You know …” Klein insists.
“No, no … not sure much. I’m tired, and sore … all I want is to get a drink and go relax.” Kevin responds slowly.
Klein snaps back, “Whoa, whoa … hold on we have to celebrate, I mean come on … I hear everyone is going to this Zieba’s or whatever it’s called … some local place.”
Kevin has never been much for crowds. The closest thing to a family he has ever had was the group of miscreants in the MWC known then by the moniker … Manifest Destiny.
And just as the historical catch phrase of which its name was taken … that too had become ancient history.
Kevin dealt with few people in his day to day life. Outside of the liquor store attendant from town to town and his attorney Jackson Klein; Kevin’s interaction with people became limited mostly to his in ring opponents. And in all actuality … he didn’t really mind.
“Klein, what about me makes you think I want to go to a bar with anyone from this place… including you? Just call me tomorrow and let me know what's next, and where.” Kevin tells Jackson.
“Well, actually that was half of the reason I’m here. Check it out, Chapel Hill is next. I can’t be there for this one so I’m-a-need you to stay on top of things.
You’ve got Simon Alvin …or Alex Theodore in a under card bout. It’s a title defense … just that quick! He placed decently in the Gold Rush. I think he was in the last ten or so … squarely guy, brains over brawn, I’m super smart kind of thing …”
Interrupting Kevin says, “I know who you’re talking about.”
“Ok, well I don’t think you should have any trouble … keep in mind, loose the title … you may loose your spot before the ink is dry on that contract. I’ll be working on that throughout the week to make sure everything is finalized.
But I NEED you to put in some work this week … promotional spots, interviews the whole deal … Gold Rush is over, you can’t hide behind the hype any longer. You HAVE to make this work this time.” Klein lectures.
Kevin was hardly listening. He heard S.A.T., Chapel Hill, and title defense. That was enough … for him at least.
By this time he had slung most everything in his bag, removed the tape from his wrist and hands, loosened his boots, and was ready to go.
“I mean, you have to keep in mind…” Klein pauses for a moment as Kevin gets up to leave. He quickly switches gears as he senses his client’s patience much like the grip on the ring rope has started to wear thin.
“Hey, well … while we have the camera here all read to go and every thing … why not get a head start? Anything you’d like to say to Simon?” Klein asks.
Kevin looks at Klein as he shrugs his shoulders back at Kevin.
“Yeah, I do” Kevin replies, which comes as a great surprise to Klein. Kevin growls simply … and ever so eloquently…
“Bite me …”
Kevin walks off toward the back door lighting a cigarette. The camera swings to a disappointed Klein as the attorney walks away.