Post by Roger Wright on Sept 25, 2019 21:05:49 GMT -6
Endangered species, caged in fright
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage is set, now pay the price
An ego boost, don't think twice
We see Roger in the kitchen, brown apron around his neck, tied in the back around his waist. He works feverishly as the water in a pot boils. Impressed by the cooking skills Anicka put on display earlier in the week, Roger vowed that he would cook her and Marie the most amazing meal today. He quickly stirred the red sauce, moved to the pot of water, and slipped the noodles into it, placing the lid upon it, and returning to the red sauce that bubbled and spat all over the place.
“It’s just the same ole thing, same ole song and dance as they might say. Roger and Johnny, NEW world title on the line.” Roger turned the sauce down, gave it another stir and turned back to find the Water foaming over the lid of the pot of noodles. “For the longest time I thought I had something to prove, that I had to make my name, and keep remaking it over and over Johnny, but that really isn’t true is it?” Roger lifted the lid, dropped it on the counter and waved his hand in the air.
“Fuck that was hot, kind of like our feud eight years ago. Everyone has already seen this movie Johnny, and they all know how it ends. Maybe we will get to the end in a different way, maybe it will be more of the same, but the end never changes.” using a towel, Roger picks up the lid and places it back onto the noodles that have quit boiling over. “No matter what happens at Cold Front, you will still be trying to live upto my standard, still chasing after the things I have, still wanting to know just why I get all the things you have always wanted in this life.”
A quick stir of the sauce, and a turn to the counter, Roger chops some lettuce, onions, tomatoes, cabbage, and cucumber, putting all the parts into a giant bowl with two wooden spoons. “Johnny, when you spend hours and days trying to figure out how you are going to attack me, how you are going to make me look bad, do you reflect on the things I have that you wish you had?” Roger spritzed some oil and seasoning into the salad, used the spoons to toss it around and turned to the noodles.
With the lid secured to the pot, Roger began to strain the noodles. “When you look at me and see me with everything you want, what bothers you more Johnny? The fact that I have the title that you measure your life and career by, or that the pack chose me after only a few short months, and has kept you on the outside for all these years? The truth is, it is that you are always having to look at me and see me holding what you want.” Roger finished straining the noodles and placed the pot on the stove, poured in some oil and gave them a stir, following that with the sauce, and another stir.
“None of that is going to change at Cold Front Johnny. This title isn’t going to fix your inadequacies, it isn’t going to magically make you better than me. The only thing that winning this title could possibly do for you is give you one more thing in your life to fuck up. Because let’s just be honest for one minute. If there is one thing Johnny is good at above all others, it is reaching the peak, and fucking it all up. Yeah I said stop living in the past, but yours is just to repetitive to ignore Johnny.” Roger dumped the pasta into a big serving bowl and moved for the table, placing the bowl of pasta and salad in the middle. He removed his phone and made a quick text. ‘Dinner is ready.’
Pattering feet from above his head filled the room, as Anicka and Marie came down the stairs. “Smells good daddy.” Marie announced as she gave him a hug and took a seat at the table.
“You really didn’t have to cowboy, but Ani likes that you did.” She winked and kissed his cheek, taking his hand and leading him to the table and a seat.
The three of them sat around the table, made some subtle small talk, dished out the dinner and smiled at each other. Marie was the first to dig in, spinning the spaghetti around her fork and shoveling it into her mouth, her face turning sour immediately and spitting it out. “What's wrong Peanut?” Roger asked her.
Anicka did the same, with her noodles and fork, and had the exact same reaction, only she choked down the spaghetti. “Ani thinks, it’s...um...it’s…”
“Daddy it’s not any good.” Marie said with a sad face. “I’m sorry daddy, but it’s not good the noodles are crunchy.” She puckered her lips and put a sad face on.
“Really?” Roger lowered his fork.
Anicka’s hand reached out and caressed the back of his. “It’s ok cowboy.” Ani winked as she began to gather up the plates, serving bowls and the food, before going to work in the kitchen. “Ani could use a little helper.”
Marie jumped out of the chair and rushed to her dad. “It’s ok daddy, I am going to help Ani.” She hugged him, kissed his cheek and ran into the kitchen, Roger left to watch as the two went to work putting something together.
Technology, the battle's unfair
You pull the hammer without a care
Squeeze the trigger that makes you 'Man'
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned
I won’t lie to you Johnny, you have dominated my mind more than I would like to admit over the last few weeks. Just not in the way you would probably like to think. It would make you feel good inside if you for just the slightest moment believed that I lost sleep over you, but that wasn’t the case. Truth is I spent the last week thinking about just how sad you really are Johnny. Feeling a level of empathy that I have not felt for someone in a long time.
This match, it’s unfair to you Johnny, there are no bullets left in your gun, nothing that you can truly do to get me off my game, no getting into my head, no gaining an advantage. You’ve known it for a while, just haven’t been able to admit it. It’s why you spend most of your time these days focused on so many things, misplacing your direction on others and crying about things you can’t control. See those are the things a desperate man does, he clings to the idea that he is somehow not the failure, but everyone else is the failure. When everyone around you fails, then you fail, and you fail repeatedly, there is only one common denominator, only one thing that transcends all scenarios, Johnny Stylez.
All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it; this is the Countdown to Extinction
What has joining Johnny Stylez gotten Tommay Kain? Nothing, not a damn thing, he’s pulling down the mid card against Ryan Pugh. How about Blair? Oh that’s right, she lost her second match in the NEW when she was in the ring with you, oh and her kid. Doing a good job there Johnny, really making her world better. How about Brandon Moore? Oh yeah he just got his ass handed to him by Shane Sparx, and is about to get it handed right back to him. Are you sensing a trend Johnny?
Do we need to even talk about Al Envy? You took a once great ICON and destroyed his very being, kicked him out, stole his half of the NEW ownership, and acted like you were the greatest thing that could have happened to him. You want to know why the pack never let you in, why you were kept on the outside like a kid looking into the window of a candy store? Because you just aren’t good enough Johnny, your level of terrible would do nothing but bring them down. If they wanted a cancer amongst them, they could go to any number of places and just inject it into their veins, at least then they would know why.
It has become clear over the years you have a singular goal, to ostracise and destroy everyone around you. Prop them up, make them think you are their friend, but only use them until there is nothing left. You know what we call that Johnny? A fucking virus, you are not a human, no you are fucking cancerous virus that is suckling at the NEW tit, infecting all those that you can get your hands on, doing everything in your power to destroy everyone around you. All so in the end you can be the best, not because you rose above the challenges, but because there is no one left to challenge you, because you have consumed their being and destroyed their careers by merely being around them.
Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare
The skin and trophy, oh so rare
Silence speaks louder than words
Ignore the guilt and take your turn
But there is only one problem with your model, there is a cure for what you bring to the NEW, a vaccine if you will. And at Cold Front you are going to get into the ring with that cure, and find out just how fucking pathetic you really are. There are no clever metaphors here Johnny, no fun puns to throw your way. This is a match in which you are going to get into the ring with the one man you deep down inside fear, the one man that you tried to infect, and was able to overcome the disease that you spread upon the world and the NEW.
I want you to make no mistake, assume that you have a chance, because when you lose, when the NEW world title that you covet so much leaves that ring and you are not the one carrying it, then maybe, just maybe you will understand the depth of your failure in this business. It’s not a secret to anyone, there will be no gasping shock on the faces of the fans. All of them already know what is coming, they have come to terms with your failure, the only one left to accept it is you Johnny. After Cold Front you will have no choice but to accept that this industry, this game, this life, it’s passed you by, and you didn’t even feel the breeze.
The mere fact that we are so close to Cold Front and you haven't said a word speaks all the volumes that it needs too. If there is one thing everyone in the NEW has ever wanted it was for Johnny Stylez to just shut the fuck up. We are tired of the excessive yelling, the need to false validate yourself, to prop yourself up on the backs of everyone else. But that all comes to an end doesn’t it Johnny, a few short days away, when nothing you say will matter, when nothing you do will matter, when you learn that you never in this company really ever mattered.
Seven time world champion, no one cares. First black out champion, no one cares. Stable of the year winner three times, no one cares. Heel of the year winner two times, no one cares. Five time tag champion, no one cares. TA champ, X-core champ, Youngblood champ, TV Champ, countless PPV main events, and still NO ONE CARES!!!!!! They never have cared about you Johnny, they never will, you will always be nothing more than a transitional wrestler, a guy holding the place for someone else, the guy failing so hard to get himself over, that someone else gets over instead!
“Dinner is served daddy!” Marie bounced out of the kitchen, a bowl in her hands. She climbed into her chair, set the serving bowl on the table and made a hand motion that would make a magician proud. “Leftover chicken casserole?” Marie looked to Ani as she half stated and asked.
“Ani had some chicken, and noodles, whipped it up real quick.” Anicka said as she slipped into the chair next to Roger.
“Thank you ladies.” Roger said as he dished some onto a plate for Marie, who dove in shoveling the food into her mouth like a starving prisoner getting their last meal.
“Thank you cowboy, Ani appreciates what you tried to accomplish, but I think you should stick to handling the meat, leave the kitchen to Ani.” She gave Roger a subtle wink and dished herself a plate of food.
“Yes Ms. Swan.” Roger said with a smile, as they all settled in to eat the meal.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Man you were never even there
Killed a few feet from the cages
Point blank, you're so courageous
So courageous
On the roof of Ani’s small house, Roger sat in a chair, cold beer in hand, taking a long sip. “Sometimes we just need moments of clarity, a chance to sit back and see the world for what it really is, and not listen to the mindless ramblings of the ill informed. It’s easy to be seduced by the ramblings of a mad man, peddling words with sting and bite, in a way that sounds impressive. Many have fallen victim to the snake oil salesman. These are different times now, the shine has been lifted, the luster washed away, and I’m not the only one who sees the truth behind the salesman.”
Taking another sip of the beer, Roger raises his head and looks to the sky. “It’s funny when you really think about it, back home there are millions of stars in the night sky, not even a bonfire can take them away, but here, in New Jersey, it is a different story. Maybe that’s the analogy, see I can see when things have changed, can accept the changes, but there are some, some that hold so tight to the things they know, the desires they have that when changes happen, they are left behind.”
Roger’s head lowers back down, he takes another draw from the beer and smiles. “That’s the secret of the game though, adapting, overcoming, rising to the challenge. Sadly though, we all know what Johnny is going to do, we all know that he will attack my daughter, probably make some reference to her becoming a whore, because well Anicka is around, and we all know he is going to call Anicka a whore, because who hasn’t? And if there is one thing Johnny has to be, it’s cliche with every chance he can.”
Roger takes another sip of the beer. “I said earlier that you were a cancer, a virus, but you may actually be more like a parasite, using a host, taking all it has, until there is nothing left to give. In the end it really doesn’t matter what you are, because when I am done, there won’t be a Johnny Stylez. There will be no eulogies for the lost, no parting songs the fans sing you, just a broken shell of a man who once had a bright future before him.”
Setting down the bottle, Roger picked up another, popped the top and took a swig. “Take this with you Johnny, know that this title you covet, will be in good hands. I will keep it safe, make it relevant, make it something special, something you never could really manage to do. But then that has always been your thing Johnny, reaching the top, and like Jack and Jill falling down to the bottom. Only difference is there is no one to help you, your defiance has proven time and time again they can’t get the job done when it comes to helping you, and this week will just be more of the same.”
Roger took another sip of beer and repositioned himself in the chair. “Which brings us right back to why you are with a bunch of clowns, and I am here in the compound. See the, as you call them, pack don’t pick losers Johnny. It’s really that simple, and all these years, they have seen you for the very thing I see you for now, a loser. For years you couldn’t change their minds, and then it only took me a few months for them to see me for what I am, a winner. Yeah that was a bit of ego right there Johnny, I'm sure you will talk about that when you are ranting about your greatness and trying to make everyone think you are special.”
Another sip of beer and a smile crosses Roger’s face. “See that’s the thing here Johnny, I don’t have to tell anyone about how good I am, they just know it. You have to scream, yell, have to make yourself stand out, and even then no one really takes you serious. They just placate you because you are so damn annoying, so damn frustrating and it’s always easier to give the giant baby that is throwing a tantrum an ice cream cone. Well I hope you finished the cone Johnny, because at Cold Front if there is anything left of that ice cream cone, I’m going to make you choke on it.”
From the corner of his eye he saw Anicka emerge, a smile on her face. “Thank you for letting Ani read a book to Marie and put her to sleep.” She said as she sauntered over, her left hand running along the top of Roger’s shoulder, across his neck and off the other shoulder.
A shiver escaped Roger, as he smiled wide and took a pull on the beer. “You know I have a hard time telling my girls no.”
Ani smiled as she came around in front of him, straddled him and planted a deep kiss on his lips. “So Ani is one of your girls now? How many girls does cowboy have?” She asked, her eyes gazing hard into his.
“Probably not as many as Ani!” Roger shot forward, lifted Ani into the air and pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. “And I am ok with that.” His lips met hers in a deep passionate kiss. Pulling away from the wall, Roger carried Anicka into the house, and to the bedroom, where he deposited her onto the bed.
Anicka looked up at him with wanting eyes, and Roger stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the side, before dropping down onto the bed, his hands walking up her body, as he moved along her, their eyes meeting, the passion clear in both. Roger smiled at Anicka. “Let me show you just how special a girl you are too me.” He winked and gave her a deep passionate kiss as the scene faded out.
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage is set, now pay the price
An ego boost, don't think twice
We see Roger in the kitchen, brown apron around his neck, tied in the back around his waist. He works feverishly as the water in a pot boils. Impressed by the cooking skills Anicka put on display earlier in the week, Roger vowed that he would cook her and Marie the most amazing meal today. He quickly stirred the red sauce, moved to the pot of water, and slipped the noodles into it, placing the lid upon it, and returning to the red sauce that bubbled and spat all over the place.
“It’s just the same ole thing, same ole song and dance as they might say. Roger and Johnny, NEW world title on the line.” Roger turned the sauce down, gave it another stir and turned back to find the Water foaming over the lid of the pot of noodles. “For the longest time I thought I had something to prove, that I had to make my name, and keep remaking it over and over Johnny, but that really isn’t true is it?” Roger lifted the lid, dropped it on the counter and waved his hand in the air.
“Fuck that was hot, kind of like our feud eight years ago. Everyone has already seen this movie Johnny, and they all know how it ends. Maybe we will get to the end in a different way, maybe it will be more of the same, but the end never changes.” using a towel, Roger picks up the lid and places it back onto the noodles that have quit boiling over. “No matter what happens at Cold Front, you will still be trying to live upto my standard, still chasing after the things I have, still wanting to know just why I get all the things you have always wanted in this life.”
A quick stir of the sauce, and a turn to the counter, Roger chops some lettuce, onions, tomatoes, cabbage, and cucumber, putting all the parts into a giant bowl with two wooden spoons. “Johnny, when you spend hours and days trying to figure out how you are going to attack me, how you are going to make me look bad, do you reflect on the things I have that you wish you had?” Roger spritzed some oil and seasoning into the salad, used the spoons to toss it around and turned to the noodles.
With the lid secured to the pot, Roger began to strain the noodles. “When you look at me and see me with everything you want, what bothers you more Johnny? The fact that I have the title that you measure your life and career by, or that the pack chose me after only a few short months, and has kept you on the outside for all these years? The truth is, it is that you are always having to look at me and see me holding what you want.” Roger finished straining the noodles and placed the pot on the stove, poured in some oil and gave them a stir, following that with the sauce, and another stir.
“None of that is going to change at Cold Front Johnny. This title isn’t going to fix your inadequacies, it isn’t going to magically make you better than me. The only thing that winning this title could possibly do for you is give you one more thing in your life to fuck up. Because let’s just be honest for one minute. If there is one thing Johnny is good at above all others, it is reaching the peak, and fucking it all up. Yeah I said stop living in the past, but yours is just to repetitive to ignore Johnny.” Roger dumped the pasta into a big serving bowl and moved for the table, placing the bowl of pasta and salad in the middle. He removed his phone and made a quick text. ‘Dinner is ready.’
Pattering feet from above his head filled the room, as Anicka and Marie came down the stairs. “Smells good daddy.” Marie announced as she gave him a hug and took a seat at the table.
“You really didn’t have to cowboy, but Ani likes that you did.” She winked and kissed his cheek, taking his hand and leading him to the table and a seat.
The three of them sat around the table, made some subtle small talk, dished out the dinner and smiled at each other. Marie was the first to dig in, spinning the spaghetti around her fork and shoveling it into her mouth, her face turning sour immediately and spitting it out. “What's wrong Peanut?” Roger asked her.
Anicka did the same, with her noodles and fork, and had the exact same reaction, only she choked down the spaghetti. “Ani thinks, it’s...um...it’s…”
“Daddy it’s not any good.” Marie said with a sad face. “I’m sorry daddy, but it’s not good the noodles are crunchy.” She puckered her lips and put a sad face on.
“Really?” Roger lowered his fork.
Anicka’s hand reached out and caressed the back of his. “It’s ok cowboy.” Ani winked as she began to gather up the plates, serving bowls and the food, before going to work in the kitchen. “Ani could use a little helper.”
Marie jumped out of the chair and rushed to her dad. “It’s ok daddy, I am going to help Ani.” She hugged him, kissed his cheek and ran into the kitchen, Roger left to watch as the two went to work putting something together.
Technology, the battle's unfair
You pull the hammer without a care
Squeeze the trigger that makes you 'Man'
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned
I won’t lie to you Johnny, you have dominated my mind more than I would like to admit over the last few weeks. Just not in the way you would probably like to think. It would make you feel good inside if you for just the slightest moment believed that I lost sleep over you, but that wasn’t the case. Truth is I spent the last week thinking about just how sad you really are Johnny. Feeling a level of empathy that I have not felt for someone in a long time.
This match, it’s unfair to you Johnny, there are no bullets left in your gun, nothing that you can truly do to get me off my game, no getting into my head, no gaining an advantage. You’ve known it for a while, just haven’t been able to admit it. It’s why you spend most of your time these days focused on so many things, misplacing your direction on others and crying about things you can’t control. See those are the things a desperate man does, he clings to the idea that he is somehow not the failure, but everyone else is the failure. When everyone around you fails, then you fail, and you fail repeatedly, there is only one common denominator, only one thing that transcends all scenarios, Johnny Stylez.
All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it; this is the Countdown to Extinction
What has joining Johnny Stylez gotten Tommay Kain? Nothing, not a damn thing, he’s pulling down the mid card against Ryan Pugh. How about Blair? Oh that’s right, she lost her second match in the NEW when she was in the ring with you, oh and her kid. Doing a good job there Johnny, really making her world better. How about Brandon Moore? Oh yeah he just got his ass handed to him by Shane Sparx, and is about to get it handed right back to him. Are you sensing a trend Johnny?
Do we need to even talk about Al Envy? You took a once great ICON and destroyed his very being, kicked him out, stole his half of the NEW ownership, and acted like you were the greatest thing that could have happened to him. You want to know why the pack never let you in, why you were kept on the outside like a kid looking into the window of a candy store? Because you just aren’t good enough Johnny, your level of terrible would do nothing but bring them down. If they wanted a cancer amongst them, they could go to any number of places and just inject it into their veins, at least then they would know why.
It has become clear over the years you have a singular goal, to ostracise and destroy everyone around you. Prop them up, make them think you are their friend, but only use them until there is nothing left. You know what we call that Johnny? A fucking virus, you are not a human, no you are fucking cancerous virus that is suckling at the NEW tit, infecting all those that you can get your hands on, doing everything in your power to destroy everyone around you. All so in the end you can be the best, not because you rose above the challenges, but because there is no one left to challenge you, because you have consumed their being and destroyed their careers by merely being around them.
Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare
The skin and trophy, oh so rare
Silence speaks louder than words
Ignore the guilt and take your turn
But there is only one problem with your model, there is a cure for what you bring to the NEW, a vaccine if you will. And at Cold Front you are going to get into the ring with that cure, and find out just how fucking pathetic you really are. There are no clever metaphors here Johnny, no fun puns to throw your way. This is a match in which you are going to get into the ring with the one man you deep down inside fear, the one man that you tried to infect, and was able to overcome the disease that you spread upon the world and the NEW.
I want you to make no mistake, assume that you have a chance, because when you lose, when the NEW world title that you covet so much leaves that ring and you are not the one carrying it, then maybe, just maybe you will understand the depth of your failure in this business. It’s not a secret to anyone, there will be no gasping shock on the faces of the fans. All of them already know what is coming, they have come to terms with your failure, the only one left to accept it is you Johnny. After Cold Front you will have no choice but to accept that this industry, this game, this life, it’s passed you by, and you didn’t even feel the breeze.
The mere fact that we are so close to Cold Front and you haven't said a word speaks all the volumes that it needs too. If there is one thing everyone in the NEW has ever wanted it was for Johnny Stylez to just shut the fuck up. We are tired of the excessive yelling, the need to false validate yourself, to prop yourself up on the backs of everyone else. But that all comes to an end doesn’t it Johnny, a few short days away, when nothing you say will matter, when nothing you do will matter, when you learn that you never in this company really ever mattered.
Seven time world champion, no one cares. First black out champion, no one cares. Stable of the year winner three times, no one cares. Heel of the year winner two times, no one cares. Five time tag champion, no one cares. TA champ, X-core champ, Youngblood champ, TV Champ, countless PPV main events, and still NO ONE CARES!!!!!! They never have cared about you Johnny, they never will, you will always be nothing more than a transitional wrestler, a guy holding the place for someone else, the guy failing so hard to get himself over, that someone else gets over instead!
“Dinner is served daddy!” Marie bounced out of the kitchen, a bowl in her hands. She climbed into her chair, set the serving bowl on the table and made a hand motion that would make a magician proud. “Leftover chicken casserole?” Marie looked to Ani as she half stated and asked.
“Ani had some chicken, and noodles, whipped it up real quick.” Anicka said as she slipped into the chair next to Roger.
“Thank you ladies.” Roger said as he dished some onto a plate for Marie, who dove in shoveling the food into her mouth like a starving prisoner getting their last meal.
“Thank you cowboy, Ani appreciates what you tried to accomplish, but I think you should stick to handling the meat, leave the kitchen to Ani.” She gave Roger a subtle wink and dished herself a plate of food.
“Yes Ms. Swan.” Roger said with a smile, as they all settled in to eat the meal.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Man you were never even there
Killed a few feet from the cages
Point blank, you're so courageous
So courageous
On the roof of Ani’s small house, Roger sat in a chair, cold beer in hand, taking a long sip. “Sometimes we just need moments of clarity, a chance to sit back and see the world for what it really is, and not listen to the mindless ramblings of the ill informed. It’s easy to be seduced by the ramblings of a mad man, peddling words with sting and bite, in a way that sounds impressive. Many have fallen victim to the snake oil salesman. These are different times now, the shine has been lifted, the luster washed away, and I’m not the only one who sees the truth behind the salesman.”
Taking another sip of the beer, Roger raises his head and looks to the sky. “It’s funny when you really think about it, back home there are millions of stars in the night sky, not even a bonfire can take them away, but here, in New Jersey, it is a different story. Maybe that’s the analogy, see I can see when things have changed, can accept the changes, but there are some, some that hold so tight to the things they know, the desires they have that when changes happen, they are left behind.”
Roger’s head lowers back down, he takes another draw from the beer and smiles. “That’s the secret of the game though, adapting, overcoming, rising to the challenge. Sadly though, we all know what Johnny is going to do, we all know that he will attack my daughter, probably make some reference to her becoming a whore, because well Anicka is around, and we all know he is going to call Anicka a whore, because who hasn’t? And if there is one thing Johnny has to be, it’s cliche with every chance he can.”
Roger takes another sip of the beer. “I said earlier that you were a cancer, a virus, but you may actually be more like a parasite, using a host, taking all it has, until there is nothing left to give. In the end it really doesn’t matter what you are, because when I am done, there won’t be a Johnny Stylez. There will be no eulogies for the lost, no parting songs the fans sing you, just a broken shell of a man who once had a bright future before him.”
Setting down the bottle, Roger picked up another, popped the top and took a swig. “Take this with you Johnny, know that this title you covet, will be in good hands. I will keep it safe, make it relevant, make it something special, something you never could really manage to do. But then that has always been your thing Johnny, reaching the top, and like Jack and Jill falling down to the bottom. Only difference is there is no one to help you, your defiance has proven time and time again they can’t get the job done when it comes to helping you, and this week will just be more of the same.”
Roger took another sip of beer and repositioned himself in the chair. “Which brings us right back to why you are with a bunch of clowns, and I am here in the compound. See the, as you call them, pack don’t pick losers Johnny. It’s really that simple, and all these years, they have seen you for the very thing I see you for now, a loser. For years you couldn’t change their minds, and then it only took me a few months for them to see me for what I am, a winner. Yeah that was a bit of ego right there Johnny, I'm sure you will talk about that when you are ranting about your greatness and trying to make everyone think you are special.”
Another sip of beer and a smile crosses Roger’s face. “See that’s the thing here Johnny, I don’t have to tell anyone about how good I am, they just know it. You have to scream, yell, have to make yourself stand out, and even then no one really takes you serious. They just placate you because you are so damn annoying, so damn frustrating and it’s always easier to give the giant baby that is throwing a tantrum an ice cream cone. Well I hope you finished the cone Johnny, because at Cold Front if there is anything left of that ice cream cone, I’m going to make you choke on it.”
From the corner of his eye he saw Anicka emerge, a smile on her face. “Thank you for letting Ani read a book to Marie and put her to sleep.” She said as she sauntered over, her left hand running along the top of Roger’s shoulder, across his neck and off the other shoulder.
A shiver escaped Roger, as he smiled wide and took a pull on the beer. “You know I have a hard time telling my girls no.”
Ani smiled as she came around in front of him, straddled him and planted a deep kiss on his lips. “So Ani is one of your girls now? How many girls does cowboy have?” She asked, her eyes gazing hard into his.
“Probably not as many as Ani!” Roger shot forward, lifted Ani into the air and pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. “And I am ok with that.” His lips met hers in a deep passionate kiss. Pulling away from the wall, Roger carried Anicka into the house, and to the bedroom, where he deposited her onto the bed.
Anicka looked up at him with wanting eyes, and Roger stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the side, before dropping down onto the bed, his hands walking up her body, as he moved along her, their eyes meeting, the passion clear in both. Roger smiled at Anicka. “Let me show you just how special a girl you are too me.” He winked and gave her a deep passionate kiss as the scene faded out.