Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2021 14:54:17 GMT -7
“Inferno”
//Off Camera//
18th Of November 2021Atlantic City
New Jersey
United States
It had been an interesting year or so for Luther Marcellus Thunder, he had gone through somewhat of the similar route between Reno, Nevada and Rome Georgia with some spot stops here and there every few months.
“You know, Reno Nevada is like Poor man’s Las Vegas, right?”
He glances over to his wife who nods.
“Mmhm, yeah.”
He looks back out the window.
“Well Atlantic City is like the same thing, except for the east coast. Places to gamble, to lay it all on the line, take a chance on life, risk it for the biscuit whatever you want to call it.”
She stayed silent and he went on.
“..not that going to New Jersey isn’t a gamble on it’s own..even without the inferno match.”
She stood next to him, took his hand and squeezed it.
“Are you scared?”
He felt a lump in his throat, his voice hoarse.
“Of what? The fire?”
She didn’t look at him.
“Her.”
He tried to laugh in response but it was more of a dry cackle.
“Her? I wrecked her in Reno, I sidelined her for getting into my business, for talking big and making advances towards something that was…IS mine”
He glanced over at the hotel room table where a padded suitcase was, open, containing the Ultimate Conquest Championship.
“I mean, you did injure her..”
He nodded and she went on.
“And tricked her..stomped her, mocked her, taunted her..”
Before she could go on further he barked out.
“I know! I did all that, I’m not denying it. You were there, you saw what I did and I would never lie to you..ever.”
She squeezed his hand again.
“Would you admit it all to the world, to her?”
That question did not need a timeout to think.
“Never.”
She nodded.
“Then what happens tomorrow night, is justified. She wants her chance for revenge..”
There was that lump again in his throat, was his own wife justifying the attempt to burn him?!
Before he got a chance to voice that concern Esmeralda went on.
“..she isn’t the first who has come after you my dear, she won’t be the last. As long as you have been in this business, as long as I have known you, there have been people chomping at the bit for a chance to even out some sort of a score. If not for themselves then for someone else..this is what you do Luther. You keep this business alive, people have made careers just about chasing you down, the fans keep paying to see your matches in the hopes that someone gives you what you have willingly and gleefully dished out all these years. You’ve had some stumbles, you have had your losses, but you’ve kept going. You’ve had rivals who have retired before they got their payback.and new stars looking to be legends at your expense. Tomorrow is another great chance for a new hopeful CODA looking to make tomorrow a night to remember. To set you on fire, to do something nobody else has ever done to you before, it may just be her biggest night in SRW, a chance at the single most contested, coveted championship in Southern Rebellion Wrestling but for you my love, it will be just another night in the ring..”
He stuck out his chest with pride, smirking tha eerie Cheshire cat smirk so familiar to the world and a sight nobody wanted to see.
“You are that confident about my win? That I am going to walk out of that match as a winner and not set ablaze as I think she put it?”
She nodded.
“Of course I am!”
He was going to pull his hand away from her but she clenched it tight.
“..doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dress up smart tomorrow, I mean just in case she gets lucky.”
She tried to be encouraging, he knew she meant well but somehow it still stung, gently he took his hand off hers, stroked her cheek.
“Esme, whatever happens tomorrow just know that I..”
*BEEP*
She held up a finger on his lips.
“Hold that thought champ..”
The Abrams tank that walks like a woman made her way to her phone and checked it.
“Oh shit..”
He saw the concern in her eyes.
“What?”
“Luther, why don’t you have a seat sweetheart..”
“What?!”
“Please, just sit down.”
“For what?! What was that?!”
She frowns at him, he reluctantly sits down and she hands him her phone, on it was a single tweet
He looked at the tweet then at his wife then back at the tweet.
“Fuck..”
He handed the phone back to Esme.
“Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll try to get in the ring and Coda sets him on fire instead, I mean we are brothers..easy to get things mixed up, right?”
She stood there, hands on her hips.
“Right?”
She shook her head.
“Not a chance.”
“Fuck.”
That was twice in a very short time that he had cussed out..third time may just be too much.