(Roman won his first match. Were you surprised? Well, he sure was…)
Roman: “HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS AMAZING!”
(Savage, December 28th.
Roman stomped through the curtain, still very much on a high from the unfamiliar feeling of achievement that sprung from his shock victory just moments before. Jessalyn Hart, his opponent. She was an intimidating foe, and one that Roman figured had his number. She had won numerous championships in her time with the XWF, even holding the second most prestigious title in all of the XWF, the Xtreme Championship. Some people may refer to it as the “in the butt title”, but just as people like Robert Main, Vita Valenteen, and most recently Fuzz have proven, that belt may actually be the most prestigious one here because fuck man, 24/7. You could lose that shit on the shitter…
Irregardless, if you hold it, you’re pretty legit.
Roman on the other hand? Greener than grass, and he knew it. So to actually compete with someone of that level, and then come out the other side as victor?)
Roman: “Holy fuckin’ shit!”
(He was slightly pumped…)
Roman: “Now I see why he does this!”
(Then a familiar voice rang out.)
Thunder Knuckles: “Feels pretty good, huh kid?”
(Thunder Knuckles wrapped his arm across Romans shoulder and began to lead him.)
Thunder Knuckles: “You wanna know what’s even better than winning matches?”
Roman: “Winning titles?”
Thunder Knuckles: “What?”
(Thunder Knuckles stopped and slapped him across the face.)
Thunder Knuckles: “Hell no! Well, unless you can see them, but that’s the thing kid, this life is all about the xbux! Your measure of worth in this world is based solely on this one little question. How fat’s your wallet?”
Roman: “Bro, did you just slap me?”
Thunder Knuckles: “Yes I did, and if you don’t want me to do it again, then answer this question. Who is your daddy and what does he do?”
[green](Considering the fact that Roman’s entire motivation for joining the XWF was to try and connect with the father that he never knew, that seems like an oddly specific question to ask, but more importantly.)
Roman: “Did you just quote Kindergarten Cop!”
(Them fast hands struck fast and Roman found himself nursing a stinging cheek once more.)
Roman: “OWWWW! Dude, what the fuck!?”
Thunder Knuckles: “I told you not to ask stupid questions!”
Thunder Knuckles: “You’re right, but he did. Make him say it again!”
[green](Thunder Knuckles held his hand out and threatened to swing.)
Roman: “ALRIGHT! Sheesh! I never knew my dad okay? He knocked up my mom and she never saw him again.”
(Thunder Knuckles actually seems a little empathetic to Roman’s story, but he won’t let that stop him from continuing his line of questioning.)
Thunder Knuckles: “WOW, that sucks kid. So whoever your dad is just what, hit mom’s up for a booty call and never looked back?”
(Roman doesn’t necessarily appreciate Thunder Knuckles talking about his mom like that, but what’s he going to do about it? He just let himself get bitch slapped three times consecutively.)
Roman: “Yeah, pretty much…”
Thunder Knuckles: “So you’ve never met the man, seen a picture, nothing?”
Roman: “Well, maybe.”
[green](This peaks Thunder Knuckles interest.)
Thunder Knuckles: “Maybe? What’s maybe?”
Roman: “Eh… I’ve said too much already.”
Thunder Knuckles: “Oh come on, you can tell ol’ Thunder Knuckles.”
Roman: “Well, I haven’t met him, but I think I know who he is. My mother told me that he worked for the XWF.”
Thunder Knuckles: “I gotta say, you look just like him.”
(This catches roman off guard. Does Thunder Knuckles know?)
Roman: “Just like who?”
Thunder Knuckles: “Your dad dummy! Centurion?”
(Oh crap! How did he know? Did Roman screw up and say something to the wrong person? Did he say it on camera? He didn’t think so, but he’s quickly learning that in this line of work, there’s always a camera nearby.)
Roman: “Uhhh, how did you know about that?”
Thunder Knuckles: “You mean besides the fact that you look so much like him that I’m just begging for a reason to slap you again? You said it in your pre debut promos!”
Roman: “What? No I didn’t!”
Thunder Knuckles: “Yeah, it happened. Go back and watch them. That narrator spilt the beans.”
Roman: “Shit! Do you think Centurion saw them?”
Thunder Knuckles: “Oh yeah, for sure! He pretty much denounced you in one of his videos. Said something about wanting to make you mad enough to fight him so that you’d lose and go away.”
(Roman was horrified. He had wanted to find the right way to approach Centurion. If he was right about Centurion being his father, and come on… look at’em… He wanted to give him a chance to explain himself, and maybe even forgive him and in doing so find the father he never had, but now?)
Thunder Knuckles: “Oh, and he thinks you’re a troll.”
(Roman felt as though he was going to be sick. Thunder Knuckles took notice of this and decided to try and comfort the kid. With a big smile, Thunder Knuckles playfully slapped Roman on the back.)
Thunder Knuckles: “Hey, look at it this way. Now you can kick the old man’s ass for all of those years of neglect! Anyway, it’s been real, but time is money and I need to go make some. Oh, and remember, if you ever need a job done, I’m your guy.”
(Thunder Knuckles pulled a business card from his wallet and passed it to Roman.)
(Thunder Knuckles walks off, leaving Roman alone to wonder what the future will hold for him and Centurion.)
------Depressed------
Roman: “I’m supposed to talk about my match against The Collector at the upcoming Warfare. I’m supposed to tell you all about how better I am than he is, and how everything I do is great and everything he does sucks. The truth is, I don’t feel like it, and the reason that I don’t feel like doing that is because it would be all lies. I’m not sure that I’m better than The Collector. Really, I don’t even know how good or bad the Collector is. Maybe he’s new to this business like me? Or maybe he’s a ten year veteran that’s spent the last decade smashing skulls all over the world.”
“I don’t know... “
“What I do know is that I’m not very good!”
“I’ve never been very good.”
“As a matter of fact, I down right suck!”
“I sucked when I fought Jessalyn Hart at Savage. Through sheer luck, I won the match, but even I can tell that my work in that ring was sloppy, sluggish, and no where near the level that it should be while working for one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world.”
“It’s not just in the ring either. I’ve always sucked. I’m not very bright. I never got good grades in school. My mother said that it was because I was too smart for those classes. She said that they bored me and that’s why I tested poorly, but no, the truth was that I just dumb. That’s why the chicks all seem to ignore me. They always have. Shit, I couldn't even convince Jessalyn Hart to give me the time of day. I asked her out after our match at Savage, and nothing. Not even a rejection. Just straight up walked away without saying a word.”
“It’s fine though. I’m used to people walking out on me, because I sucked as a son too. I sucked so much that my dad walked out on me and my mom before I was even born, and now...”
“Now I’m starting to think that it was a mistake even coming here…”
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