Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2013 20:38:09 GMT -6
Sometimes things don’t always go as planned . The fact that the match with Kief ended up with the addition of midgets was in a word Ridiculous! No way in hell should the match have even gone once the little shits crawled their tiny bodies up into the ring Kief should have been disqualified. But it is what it is . I’ll have to deal with what happened. My way when the time comes. Sitting on the sofa holding the ice pack on the side of my head. ,the replay of the match finishes. Seeing myself lying on the mat as those little half- pint fuckers kick and stomping on my head and L.A. kief standing up clapping like a giddy little school girl makes me see red. That little rolly polly butterball turkey had better grow another two sets of eyes on his head to watch out for me when I do come to make him pay. The fact that the fat fuck couldn’t be a gracious winner proves that he has no damn business in the wrestling business in the first place. Just once I wish the shit head would l get in the ring and compete as a damn MAN! I understand that retards have a place in the world too, but not in this business. And for the referee to allow those damn midgets to ever become involved in the match shows he shouldn’t have the job that he does also. Turning off the replay, I get up from the sofa and go to the kitchen to refill the ice pack with fresh ice then return to my seat. Suddenly my cell phone rings and as I answer it I hear the voice of one of my Construction Crew Foreman on the other end.
Frank: What is it Mike?
Mike: I don’t know how to tell you this boss, but there is a problem at that new arena site we are building near downtown.
Frank: Well, what is the problem Mike?
Mike: I think you should come on down here and just see for yourself .
Frank: Something tells me it’s that bad isn’t it.
Mike: It is boss, it is. We may have to start all over on the project too.
Frank: Oh Lord, I’ll be there in less than twenty minutes
Getting up from the sofa quickly, I head to the bedroom and get changed fast and head out to the construction site that Mike was at to see what the major problem was. My mind racing a mile a minute with thoughts of what could have happened.
“ What the hell could have gone on over there? I hope none of the workers on the crew got hurt or worse? Then again , it could bee a problem with an inspection by the County too. Guess I’ll have to wait till I get there and see what’s up.”
Driving just over the speed limit wasn’t normal for me, I usually slam the pedal down and go. But with the amount of police cruisers I saw as I started to the site, I figured to take it easy. No need to end up wasting time because of a traffic stop and possible ticket. Time is of the essence in my case right now and wasting any with that kind of crap would make things worse before better. As I pull up to the gate at the site, Mike is there waiting for me. He swings the gate open and I drive in and quickly park and jump out of my car and slip on my hard hat as we start to walk towards the half erected building.
Mike: Promise me you won’t go ballistic Frank please?
Frank: I can’t promise you anything until I see…what the fuck is this shit!!!
Mike: I know, I know. I had the same reaction when I saw it too.
Frank: Get the damn Sub-Contractor over here right fucking now Mike!
Mike gets on his radio and calls for the Sub- Contractor to come and meet us.
Mike: Juan, Mr. Finelli would like you to meet him and I in front of the building please.
A voice with a Mexican accent comes back over the radio.
Juan: Senior Finelli aqui? Bueno, I come now Senior Mike.
A few moment later a smallish man comes walking from inside the building. He has hard hat on and is maybe four foot five. Just what I fucking need right? A damn midget as one of the Sub- Contractors on this project after what I had just been through in my match against Kief!/i]
Frank: Okay Juan, first of all how well is yur English?
Juan: My English is bueno Senior Finelli. I like the wrestling too sir. Nuege,Nuege,Nu ege!
Shaking my head , my mind tells me this is not going to be easy with this Mexican twerp.
Frank: Alright, now. You do understand that this building s supposed to be an arena right?
Juan glances back at the building and smiles like a doofus and nods at me then answers.
Juan: Jess, Senior Finelli. We have most of seats in and are starting on getting the dirt in place for los toros pens!
Frank: Toro pens!! What the hell are you building for me here you jackass? This is going to be a damn Basketball/Hockey arena !
Hearing what Juan had said, Mike slaps the side of his head and looks like a two by four just hit him.
Mike: But you saw the final draft of the blue prints Juan, how could you get the idea it was anything else?
Juan: Senior Mike, you told me to build arena for basketball/hockey right? I gibe you all purpose one. Floor of arena can be used for both basketball and hockey and Bull fighting! I saved you many dolars too having my cousin Raul put in bull ring partitions.
Frank: Okay, Juan that is all for now. But don’t do anything else until you hear that you can continue from myself personally
Juan: Si Senior Finelli, I go back and tell my men to stop until you say go back to work on things We still get paid no?
Mike answers as I am rubbing my head trying to figure out what to do with this huge fuck up by this Mexican half-pint moron!
Mike: Yes, you’ll still get paid Juan. For right now anyway.
Juan walks off towards the building as Mike loks at me and shrugs his shoulders .
Frank: How the hell did that idiot divulge bullring arena from basketball/hockey arena Mike?
Mike: I have no idea boss. Want me to fire him and get another Sub- Contractor to fix this screw up?
Frank: Yes, but after the retard fixes his fuck up and only then I want you to PERSONALLY over see the re-do yourself. I want a report from you every day after the crews leave the site. And I want you to PERSONALLY inspect the refurbishment of this mess to what the damn plans called for you hear me Mike? If you don’t, that promotion you were hoping to get will vanish into thin fucking air!
Turning away and walking to my car to get out of there before I rip a few heads from peoples shoulders I hear Mike finally answer me.
Mike: I’m on it boss.
I get in the car and start it up and back out of the site and punch the pedal to the floor to get the hell out of there and back home so I can think about what to do with this situation and to try and focus on the upcoming Battle Royal at the New Edge Five year show. This was not going to be easy at all. My mind’s thoughts going between both situations as I drive along.
“ How the fuck did that Mexican midget add a damn fucking bullring into the plans? This isn’t fucking Mexico? Come to think of it, he resembles one of those damn midgets form Ignite 151 too! Jesus this is gong to be a bitch to fix with the damn County planners now. Guess I’ll just take my frustrations out on everyone else in this battle royal this week. Maybe I’ll picture everyone else as midgets and just wreak havoc on all of them until I am the last one standing in the damn ring? Yeah, that might work indeed. It’ll sure help me unleash all of the rage inside me right now after Ignite 151’s outcome.”
Pulling into the drive way, I park the car and go back into the house. And slam the door shut. Lisa comes running from the bedroom and sees he fire in my eys and stops in her tracks.
Lisa: What is wrong Frank? You look like you could bite a railroad spike in have right now babe.
Frank: We have any lying around the house? I most certainly could do it right about now Lisa.
Lisa: Now where would we get a railroad spike silly? That was just an expression.
Frank: yeah, but I damn well could bite one n half right now babe. You know what happened today?
Lisa: No, but I did hear you tear out of the driveway earlier. What’s up?
Frank: The arena we are building downtown is all screwed up because of a four foot Mexican moron ! The little taco eater was erecting a damn bullfight arena instead of a basketball/hockey one like the plans called for !
Lisa tries to stifle her laugh but can’t and she smiles bashfully at me.
Lisa: I’m sorry babe, but that sounds so damn funny to hear something like that could ever happen. Did the man not understand the plans? Or is he just an idiot?
Frank: Maybe both In Juan’s case babe. I give the guy a chance because we have to include minority contractors when we have a contract with the County or State . Both Mike and I went over the damn plans with him before we gave him the particular Sub- Contract. It was all fine until today. Then all hell breaks loose Instead of an oval outter structure with a foundation floor that can have either basketball configuration or hockey, I see a damn Bull ring configuration with a moveable floor plan for basketball and hockey set ups!
Lisa: You going to fire his crew Frank?
Fr nk: Not until after they redo everything and give us what the plans call for. Which will probably take six months to tear down the inner structure and fix it the way it should be.
Lisa: Guess you have to do what has to be done then. Anyway, I want you know that I plan on winning the battle royal this week Frank.
I look at Lisa and crack a smile at her , trying not to laugh in her face about her boast.
Frank: Well, good luck doing that my love. And I promise, I won’t hurt you as I toss you over the top rope and out of the ring on my way to winning said battle royal.
Lisa: Don’t get cocky Frank, I might call a few midgets to make sure you have a little trouble with winning that battle royal.
Frank: Uh huh, we will discuss that later on tonight in the bed room when you bat those eyes at me Lisa. But seriously babe, how are you going to win with your own husband being in the same match as you?
Lisa: I plan on us being the last two people and you will do the manly thing and let your sexy, beautiful wife win.
Frank: Not on my life Lisa. I love you with all my heart and soul, but the battle royal is business babe. And when I enter that ring, I will mean business and everyone in there is an opponent including you my love.
I kiss her on the lips passionately and head down the hallway to the gym to go and work out. To get my body and mind ready for the battle royal on the five year anniversary Ignite show.