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Tropical Freeze vs. Rose Jenkins; Handicap Tag Match
Topic Started: May 22 2016, 11:24 PM (12 Views)
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Handicap Tag Match

Tropical Freeze vs. Rose Jenkins
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Since receiving that note BCW’s resident behemoth had been intrigued by it’s contents. A neatly folded piece of paper with a typed note, “I found you a way out of this mess” and a calling card, an attorney office. “Buzzard’s Law” with the address leading to less than prime real estate area right in Memphis. It lead her through a rather rundown looking building, which had a very simple looking nameplate on the downstairs directory. Buzzing yourself in the gate was a simple thing, the age old trick of mashing the buttons until someone buzzes you in worked. Making her way past the guy who sat downstairs, glaring at her as she went up a good six flights of stairs, finally standing behind the door which had the number “66” on it and the same name “Buzzard’s Law” and some wise-ass had notched up an extra six beside the two others..cute. She harrumphed and knocked, adjusting her collar a bit. The business suit she had taken up to wearing after getting the law laid down to her by Ricky was goddamn uncomfortable. But atleast for once it was suitable for the situation. As she hears a noise from the inside she enters, being greeted by your usual law-firm receptionist, a skanky cheap blonde in a shirt 2 sizes too small.

Rose: Good Afternoon. I’m here to see the owner of this card.

She shows the card to the receptionist.

She barely took the time to look over at the card from filing her manicured nails and nodded.

Mabel: Yup, that’s one of ours fer sure..now see here darlin’

She looked up at Rose a little then back down at her.

Mabel: We don’t do bail bonds, or public defender stuff. We may not be the damn Ritz but when we do decide to take up a client we usually contact them or actually have someone reference them first so, if you think..

Rose was surprised just how well she kept her calm.

Rose: Which is precisely why I am here, I didn’t come here to see the sights or ask if yer implants got an insurance. I came here because someone left me this card saying they could help me, and by God. If you don’t get me to see whoever the fuck is in charge you are going to be the one needing help more than I am so..

Just then a door creaked open and out walks a strange looking man, his suit was cheap, probably some K-Mart or even Sears off the rack type of shit, but it somehow fit to his slender build, along with the spiked up hair, those dark eyes and a very distinct skull shape.

Man: Mabel, I’m expecting someone so a woman by the name of ..
Then it hit him, he stopped looking at Rose, with that “deer in the truck’s headlights” look and smiled.

Man: You, Gosh how..I was just telling Mabel here that. Oh right nevermind, you probably done heard it the first time right?

He rushes at Rose and offers up his hand.

Man: Calvin Leroy Buzzard, my friends call me Cal. Such a pleasure to finally meet you in person Miss Jenkins I’m a big fan.

The Behemoth shakes the mans hand, eyeing him from top to bottom. Something on the back of her head wanted to let out a sigh of disappointment, but she figured she had nothing to lose so she pulled up her best game face and gave him a smile.

Rose: Pleasure to meet you Cal, always nice to see a fan.

She glanced around the office, giving a small nod towards the door he walked out of.

Rose: Not that I’d mind conducting our business here, I guess sitting down in your office would be more comfortable to both of us.

He looked at her, then just let out a nervous laughter.

Cal: Right, of course. Of course, right this way Miss Jenkins, please have a seat. Put yer feet up, smoke em’ if ya got them..right this way.

He walks up to the open door and turns to the receptionist.

Cal: Mabel, sweetheart why don’t you get off your lazy ass and fetch Miss Jenkins some coffee and doughnuts or something?

She glared at him for nail filing.

Mabel: I ain’t yer goddamn momma Cal!

His smile was gone in a blink and he hisses out a much less polite tone.

Cal: That’s goddamn right you aren’t because my momma was a saint in comparison to ya and if yer mama had not been too busy hopping from trailer to trailer before she had you. You would know just who your daddy was too! However as long as I pay for your useless behind to wear out that chair, file those nails and flip through Cosmo’s I would like you to actually get some goddamn work done now and then! Now GIT!
She grumbled and mumbled getting out of her chair, prancing around to pick up her designer back and headed to the door.

Mabel. Taking the company card, Boss..

Cal: Of course you are! You ain’t got no damn money of yer own anyhow! Just know that if you overcharge it on some personal shit I will beat you with a broom stick like a no good stepchild! YOU GOT ME WOMAN?!

Mabel slams the door shut behind her and Cal gets to his office. Walks up to the window and yanks it upwards a bit to get some air in, humid as ever it was still more fresh than whatever had been lingering there for a few hours now. He sat up behind his desk, picked a pack of Marlboro’s from his coat pocket and lit one up.

Cal: My apologies Miss Jenkins..good help, is just so hard to find these days.

She nodded.

Rose: Yeah, I can see that, some employed poor woman down on her luck, right?

Cal: Worse, she’s my sister.

The behemoth blinks and lets out a small chuckle.

Rose: I’ve always preferred friends over family. You can pick your friends.

A small shrug follows and she leans forward, looking at Cal with a small squint.

Rose: So, about the letter you sent me. You got a way for me to get one up on Dicky?

Leaning back on his chair Cal Buzzard puffed up a couple of good lungfuls before he smiled.

Cal: Oh do I asks the lady? Do I ever. Whoever wrote up that contract of yours is about as useless as tits on a boar Miss Jenkins. You see on the surface it all looks like it’s on the up and up but if you aren’t some wet behind the ears rookie just out of law school. You can pick the bad ones off pretty easy and..I did just that.

He looked at her with a smile.

Cal: You see the reason I reached out to you is, that I’m a wrestling fan myself, a big fan of yours to be quite honest and my Ma Buzzard didn’t raise no fool. I may not look like dem big city lawyers with their fancy cars and expensive suits but Miss Jenkins.. I know my shit and I know it well. So don’t ask me to elaborate on the details but I..gained access to the contract written up between yourself and one Richard Rhodes III..or Dicky as you referred to him and it seems that while Mr. Rhodes did think of almost everything to cover his ass against you, he did miss something and I found that out.

Suddenly Rose found herself interested, and that is actually barely a strong enough word. She leant even more forward, tilting her head to the side and looking at Cal with an inquisitive look

Rose: He did? Not that I’m surprised, he hasn’t exactly shown himself to be a genius. A sly, two-faced slime rat yes, but not a smart one. Go on Cal, you got my full attention.

Reaching over to a hidden drawer under his desk Cal pulled out a paper, which was an exact copy of the contract Ricky and Rose had signed after the infamous Troy Bang incident and he showed her a couple spots that been highlighted.

Cal: See here, it explicitly says that you may not lay a hand on any member of Bluff Championship Wrestling staff, which seems pretty smart. However he forgot to specify that you have any limitations on people who wrestle for the promotion and I got to thinking. I may not look that smart but I got to wondering..what if he was not a member of the staff. Now I know, I know.. You can’t fire him or get him fired. He probably has a plan in case the company folds where he profits immensely on everyone else’s expense but what if..

He looked up from the paper to Rose.

Cal: What if you beat him at his own game. What happens if you get him to agree to wrestle you?

You could almost see the gears turning in her head as Rose thinks over what Cal told her.

Rose: In short… if I can goad him to face me in the ring… I can kick his sorry ass from pillar to post and he won’t be able to damn thing about it, legally or otherwise?

Buzzard drums up on the top of the table.

Cal: Bingo bango and a whole hot piece of pie!

He looks at Rose like a kid excited on figuring out a secret.

Cal: Ya see, my business isn’t booming. Economy, the way of the world and what have you but I’m still here. Every damn business around here is going to hell in a handbasket and if I don’t figure out something good soon it’s going to be curtains for ol’ Cal Buzzard, so while I do understand that you are under some serious financial weight, and are not in the best possible fiscal state at all. I was wondering that if this kinda match would happen and someone, anyone really, would be the betting type and place a large sum of cash on your side in..say New York, Atlantic City or hell even Vegas..or all three..and you get in the ring and make him wish he was lucky enough to be Custer in Little Big Horn instead, maybe your friend Cal could turn a corner and not ride off to the sunset just yet.

Rose: Now Mr. Buzzard, you aren’t suggesting I’d be helping you with something illegal are you?

He crushes his cigarette and cackled out an almost endearing laughter.

Cal: Me? Oh mercy no! I’m just a humble country boy who knows his way around a law book since I can read them words too and not just browse for pictures.

This got a little snort of laughter from the behemoth.

Rose: So you study law, not to know how to obey it but how to find your way around it?

He smiles.

Cal: Well, who cares why you learn as long as you educate and better yourself am I right? Besides if I was doing this for profit don’t you think I would have rang up ol’ Dicky Rhodes himself and tell him that unless he coughs up some cash I’mma going to expose his shit to the world?

Seeming somewhat skeptical Rose winks.

Rose: Who says you didn’t?

Buzzard stops for a moment, looks serious for a split second the kicks back on his chair cackling, pointing a finger at her.

Cal: I do like you Miss Jenkins, I sure do! Well, to be honest. I am a fan and I want to see you do good, since ever I was a little boy, Ma Buzzard told us that all people are equal that god helps those who help themselves and their brothers and sisters and that God don’t give a crap about race or any of that..and if we see an injustice, we have to do what we can to done unfuck that situation.

She arches a brow.

Rose: While making profit on it?

He threw up his hands.

Cal: Hey! I’m not dead yet and before St. Peter welcomes Calvin L Buzzard to them pearly gates, I might as well live a little and down here in Memphis, everything costs money. I’m helping you because I like you Miss Jenkins. I am not saying you have to do this but if you plan on going about it in any other way, chances are there will be a bigger risk to it all and in the end, what does a few hundred thousand dollars do to you when in return you can beat the seven shades of shit out of your employer who has done all he can legally and illegally to hold you down? You think he would walk away in your position? You think Matt stone would think twice if I gave him a deal like this? You got nothing to lose here, it won’t cost you a penny. I am just asking for you to return the favor. I help you, you help me, you get what you want, he gets what he deserves..everybody wins, nobody loses!

Rose: ..and he suffers.

Cal: Well yes, but consider that more of a collateral thing. I mean you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette,right?

In the end, it wasn’t a hard decision for Rose to make. She stands up and offers her hand to the lawyer.

Rose: Mr. Buzzard, you have, as I believe the phrase to go, a deal.

His face lights up as Buzzard jumps up to take her hand between his palms and shaking it.

Cal: You won’t be regrettin’ this one Miss Jenkins, you just made one helluva deal here!

Then he just smirked at her.

Cal: Now how about you give Cal an autograph?

She frowns at him.

Cal: After Mabel brings us that coffee and doughnuts of course!
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We join proceedings in Tropical Freeze’s locker room at the arena. The two women are both geared up for their handicap match tonight.

Antarctica: So here we are. The go home show before Hardware Havoc, where no doubt Vivi will have to defend her title against a person or persons unknown. ANd, more importantly, I will be going one on one against Matt Stone for the RUSH Championship. I can only hope Matt remains as magnanimous as he was on Twitter, and finally realizes that underestimating me is gonna gain him nothing but a foot up his ass, like it did at Adrenaline #7.

She grins, as Vivi rolls her eyes.

Antarctica: But it seems Vivi & I get to team once again, in a two on two match against a massive bitch and her massive ego. Seems like a fair fight. Now please excuse Vivi, she thinks this is one of Mr. Rhodes’ “nefarious plans” to “stir up some shit”. Far as I can tell, he just wants to see me beat down Rose Jenkins and show the world who the real dominant female in BCW is. ANd because he’s a generous fellow, he’s leting you come play too, Vivi!

Vivi glares at her blue-haired partner.

Vivi: First of all, don’t patronize me. I’m really not in the mood. Second of all, Ricky is doing this because he knows Rose & I respect each other, much like he knows that you & I have had our issues. I don’t wanna wrestle this match, it’s unfair and unbalanced, and he’s just doing it to screw with Rose and unsettle me at the same time. This is stupid.

Antarctica lets out a hollow laugh.

Antarctica: See? Isn’t she adorable? Vivi dear, unless you plan to transition from wrestling to become the govenor of Minnesota, there’s really no need for all these conspiracy theories. We’re gonna go out there tonight, and show everyone why we’re the best. Not Rose. Me. And you. Where was Rose when you had your losing streak huh? That’s right, backfisting your face off. I am the one who pulled you through those hard times, made you a winner, a champion! You don’t owe Rose a damn thing. But me? You... don’t OWE me anything, save for your respect and support. We’re a team. ANd teammates have to stick together, right?

VIvi sighs.

Vivi: ..Fine. But let’s not go running mouths or any of that crap. Let’s wrestle this match tonight and focus on Hardware Havoc, okay? Imagine how cool it would be if we both walked out as champions, huh?

Antarctica nods.

Antarctica: Of course! And I have every intention of putting Stone to the sword one more time. Just... make sure you keep up your end, okay? I’d hate to be forced to celebrate on my own.

Vivi’s eyes flash crossly.

Vivi: You mean like I was after Ace of Spades when Stone won the title?

Clearly this strikes a nerve with Anti. She stares daggers at Vivi.

Antarctica: ...This video is done. Cut the camera.

Vivi: But...

Antarctica: CUT IT!!!

We abruptly cut to black. What followed in that locker room, God only knows.

But it really seems as though Tropical Freeze’s relationship is getting colder by the week. It’s basically... frozen over.
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