Talking to the Dreamer.

[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

It's a busy night in the bar, and the bar is only made busier by the entrance of the Human Wreckingball, dressed in a "Become Insane!" shirt, jeans and boots. Wreckingball walks up to the bar and speaks for a while with the bartender, before ordering.

Bartender: Heh, you look tired and a bit pissed man. What's up?

Wreckingball shakes his head, irritably, before answering...

HWB: Nothing. It's just I don't know what's happening. Sure I know lots of people, and I've got plenty of friends here in GHW...it's just everyone I've spoken to has big plans for the next month, or the next year. Everyone seems to have such big plans about their aims and goals, and I'm not even knowing what I'm going to do tomorrow. I did only get into wrestling to have fun, and I've gotten that, but...

Bartender: Yeah, I know. You want to do more right? Anyways, what will it be man?

HWB: A pint of cider mate. Anyways what was I saying...oh yeah that's it. There's been so many times I've just wanted to say "Fuck it" and walk away too. I could never do that though, betray my friends and the fans. Thanks for listening, anyway. I guess I just need excitement.

Wreckingball leaves the bartender a large tip, as well as the money to pay for the drink.

Hey, have a drink on me at the end of the night.


Bartender: No problem.

Wreckingball takes his drink, and looks around the bar for a seat. There's no empty places, and his heart sinks as the hope of a peaceful, thoughtful, quiet drink slips away. After looking for a few minutes, he spots an empty seat on a table in the corner, at which Scotty Dreamer is sitting. Wreckingball shrugs to himself, and walks over to Scotty, before sitting down next to him, at the table.

HWB: Yo. Hope I'm not disturbing you man...

TBC Scotty!

[Scotty Dreamer]

As the man walks over to the table and sits down, the young chestnut haired man already at the table looks up with a grin. On the table already is a tall glass of a deep red beer that is half empty as well as a cell phone next to it and a pair of motorcycle gloves. Scotty leans back in his seat, looking across at Wreckingball. "Well well well, if it isn't the Mental Warrior himself. And nah man, you aren't disturbing me at all, it's always nice to have another fan favorite tech Fighty fighty person join me for a night on the town as they say. It has been a few weeks since I've really been around GHW and been able to drink thanks to doctor's and physical therapists, so a friendly face while enjoying this time is always welcomed. Too bad like tonight, GHW is something of a blur to me. I have no idea what's going on and need something to do when I get cleared to come back to Revelations or Genesis. So, how about you man?" Scotty takes a good, long drink of his beer before signaling to the waitress to get him another. She hurries over to the bar as Wreckingball shakes his head and sighs. Wreckingball takes a deep drink of his cider before indulging into conversation himself, sitting the glass down gently and wiping his mouth lightly before speaking. "Well, it seems we have somewhat of the same problem. I'm also at the point where I have no clue what's going on in GHW. I see a lot of good feuds and all going but have nothing to do myself but wrestle whoever is on the card and come here for something good to drink. It's actually depressing that I stick my neck out day in and day out but don't have anything more to do than what I get on the match card. But what the hell, how's that knee of yours doing?" Wreckingball says, feeling his mood start to lighten now that he has someone to talk to. Scotty on the other hand rubs his healing knee lightly before taking another drink of his beer, finishing it as he sees the waitress bringing him another. She takes the glass and leaves a fresh one for him. The young Dreamer winks at her, giving her his signature roguish smile. The waitress blushes as she walks away, the empty glass in her hand and being thrown off enough she nearly walks into a customer on the way to the bathroom. Both men at the table laugh lightly out loud.

"It's doing great compared to a few weeks ago. I mean hell, it sucks not being able to walk. But enough about that, it's all I hear about now a days. I'm tired off hearing reruns on my past. But due to that waitress's response, you can ask about her next time we're here. Both men laugh again, now starting to lighten up even more. Human Wreckingball just shakes his head before looking at the other man, realizing he'd barely spoken to him in the past. "Your reputation precedes you, considering I've heard your name mentioned here a lot. I hear you can be quite the joker, and the women seem to like you. But the one thing I've heard most is that the only thing that ties your love for beer is your skill in the ring. From what I've seen and heard, you make quite the technical Fighty fighty person. It'd be one hell of a match if we ever faced off though. But what the hell, you couldn't say you wouldn't like a match with the greatest technical Fighty fighty person that GHW has ever seen now would ya?" Scotty openly laughs as Wreckingball tries to feed his own ego. He leans out and looks back at the bartender before deciding what to say. Alright Guss, cut this guy here off, he's getting delusional. Scotty then turns back to the larger man who is glaring at him. Scotty then shakes his head and takes a good sized drink of beer before he addresses what he just said. Wreckingball just sits there and glares as Scotty holds his finger up, both addressing Wreckingball to wait and for another beer. Scotty takes gulp after gulp while holding his finger out, draining the glass and sitting it down with only a tiny bit of foam left in the bottom of the glass.

"I'm sorry man, but you are looking at the best technical Fighty fighty person in Slam Jam Nation.... and especially the best in Gods And Heretics. But I'll let you claim that title to get your jollies off. And before we get into a fight about this.... I may have our answer....." Scotty stands up before finishing what he was saying. He walks out a bit so everyone can see him and looks around before holding a hand up and shouting for everyone's attention. He looks around to make sure people are listening before clearing his throat. "Now that I have your attention, I have a question for everyone here. Who here would like to see Scotty Dreamer, as in myself, face off against that man right there, Human Wreckingball? Now, not only will this be a match between two great, but a Submission Only Match! I am willing to make a bet with the man on who the best technical Fighty fighty person of the two of us is with a 1 month open tab! Meaning by the date set between us, which from what I am guessing will be Gods Vs. Heretics, that we will have our tabs open and rolling up and up with every purchase. The loser of that match, pays BOTH tabs! What do you say man? Do we have an accord?" The crowd at the bar goes nuts as Scotty walks back up to Wreckingball, both men feeling the energy level in the room shoot up like a wildfire. Scotty gets up to the table and sits back down, stretching his hand across the table to the man.

TBC: HWB

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[Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos!]

Wreckingball laughs in an open, friendly manner as he shakes Scotty's hand and stands up. The crowd cheer as Wreckingball shows everybody that his hand is firmly clasped around the Dreamer's, and then releases it. Wreckingball grins sneakily at Scotty, and says

"Be back in a minute... I got something to say too.

Wreckingball walks up to the bar and exchanges a couple of words with the barman. The barman rings a large bell behind the bar, and the people turn to look at Wreckingball and the barman with an anxious, agitated expression. Wreckingball grins warmly, but that does little to allay the atmosphere.

"Hey, hey...it's not closing time yet, I just got something important to say. It'll be so worth your time listening to me."

The patrons relax as they realise that they can still party for a few hours, but Wreckingball's tone demands their attention once again.

"I would like you all to thank, a great, noble and kind man. Tonight, all of your drinks are going straight onto my tab. Yes that's right...all of the drinks are on me. Now...about thanking a great noble and kind man, ladies and gentlemen... allow me to present the fount of generosity himself, Mr. Scotty Dreamer! Truly, he is the kindest of men. He has offered me an exciting, terrific match at the biggest event of the year. Not only that, but I plan on having him pay off my bar tab too...

Wreckingball wipes away an imaginary tear, as he carries on his little speech...

"They don't make 'em like Scotty anymore...I think I owe him a beer...and I'll pay for it with my own money. A round of applause, and a big cheer for Mr. Dreamer!

The crowd go wild, cheering for Scotty as Wreckingball makes his way to the bar. A few moments later, Wreckingball heads back to the table with two pints of beer...a deep red glass which he sets in front of Scotty, and a lighter, carbonated lager which he puts in front of himself.

"Thanks. I'm glad ya embraced the Mental Warrior thing, it's a lot more accurate than Metal Warrior, especially after that little stunt there.

"It had to be done."

Scotty looks a little surprised at this, but smiles anyway and takes a mouthful of beer.
"It had to be done?"

"Damn right man. There's nothing like a bit of good old fashioned bravado to really get a match going. Hell you know better than I do, Gods and Heretics lives on the stuff. Anyways, here's to a great match at Gods and Heretics man! I got the feeling the bar tabs are going to hurt one of us a lot more than the actual match...

Wreckingball raises his glass and drinks deeply from it...

TBC!