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Topic Started: Mar 5 2015, 09:02 AM (85 Views)
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Waffle House.

A safe haven for professional wrestlers across the continental United States of America.

And the two Waffle House is a haven for tonight are “Bad” Butch Babineaux and Lucas Bergeron.

Wait, Lucas Bergeron?

THIS Lucas Bergeron? You’re telling me he’s stuffing his face with waffles, sausage, bacon, grits, hash browns and every other breakfast food right now?

Oh, and the chocolate milk too? The same glass of chocolate milk that Lucas is blowing bubbles in?


Butch: “You’ve been off your meds for how long?”

Bet that’s not the first time Lucas has heard that one. He turns from his bubble blowing and addresses Butch’s concerns.

Lucas: “I dunno... freshman year, I think? I was still livin’ with grandma and grandpa-”

Butch: “Lucas - you have a serious medical condition!”

Lucas: “I haven’t had money! You ever try to buy a prescription without health insurance?! God damn, man... Look, I’ve learned to handle it. Tonight was rare. My nerves flaring up right when I’m lifting and dropping Nemesis’ big ass into China, then taking Holland’s finish so soon after. I mean... It’s been months since I had a flare up like that during a match. Maybe a year. Actually... I remember. Worked some jabrone last year in Portland and had a flare up.”

Butch: “You told me about this. You tapped 3 minutes in to a headlock. First guy in the territory to tap to a headlock since the 1930s. Yeah, that makes sense now. Wait - was it really three minutes?”

Lucas sighs and looks at his waffles.

Lucas: [size0] “36 seconds, Butch. 36 seconds. Not one of my proudest moments in all honesty.”

Butch sighs heavily and face palms, rubs his eyes and turns his attention back to Lucas - but not before taking a bite of a piece of bacon.

Butch: “Lucas, you...” *chews* “... you can’t just manage this. What if... what if this was for the Dual Crown and you tapped out to a handshake for God’s sakes? I mean, I mean, ah, how often do these flare ups occur?”

Lucas: “It varies, man. I might go a week without nothin’, then I might go a week with four or five a day. Sometimes they’re 5 seconds, sometimes they’re a couple minutes. Like I said, Butch. I’ve had this for life. I know how to handle it.”

Butch: “Well, if you...”

Butch always picks the best time to eat, doesn’t he? Right in the middle of his sentences. He takes a bite of his grits, chews swallows and continues.

Butch: “If you expect to make a living in this business, you can’t have nights like tonight on your record. You can’t have nights like the one you had in Portland on your record. Nobody’s gonna pay to see somebody who loses to a wrist lock in 10 seconds. Doc gave you the week off to take it easy, so we’re gonna get you back on your medicine.”

Lucas: “Butch I don’t need it-”

Butch: “The hell you don’t! I’m pickin’ it up and your dumb ass is gonna take it!”

Lucas: “Don’t you tell me what to do! I ain’t no kid, I’m a grown fuckin’ man!”

That’s it. Butch slams his fork and drink on the table. He turns, faces Lucas and lets him have it.

Butch: “AND I’M THE OLD BASTARD YOU OWE YOUR JOB TO! And if I say you’re gonna take your medicine, then you’re gonna take your medicine!”

“Maybe you should just take the medicine, hon.”

... says their waitress.

Butch and Lucas put their anger eachother towards aside and turn it towards her.


Butch: “Just pour the coffee, toots. This is none of your business.”

“Toots”: “It’s ‘Gretchen.’”

Butch: “‘Toots’ is a term of endearment where I come from. Now just pour my coffee!”

Lucas: “And I need a new chocolate milk. I blew too many bubbles in this one and now it tastes funny.”

Gretchen, as she’s now known, pours Butch’s coffee into his coffee cup and grumbles to herself.

Gretchen: [size0]“If only my ex-husbands paid their fuckin’ child support. . .”

Gretchen leaves the scene (spoiler alert - she doesn’t come back), leaving Butch and Lucas alone again. Back to their meddling.

Lucas: “I dunno Butch, maybe I’ll go to Houston next week. Now that I got business with Holland now.”

Butch: “No. No, you don’t have business with Erik Holland now. Because Erik Holland won the match fair and square. He’s going to face that little twerp Mark Cannon and you’re going to stay away from that whole deal.”

Lucas: “He stole from me, Butch.”

Butch: “No he did not. You left yourself open. Erik capitalized on the opportunity presented to him. It’s as simple as that.”

Lucas: *through gritted teeth* “HE STOLE FROM ME.”

Butch: “YOU LEFT YOURSELF OPEN. God damn, Lucas. You know this deal with Nemesis has driven you up a fuckin’ wall. You know that, right?”

Lucas: “Oh yeah?”

Butch: “Oh yeah. And it’s drivin’ me up one too. Look - you want a piece of that big motherfucker? Fine. I’ll do my job and help you as much as I possibly can to bring the motherfucker down. But I’m not gonna watch you drive yourself out of your fuckin’ gourd to do it, okay? Are you pickin’ up what I’m throwin’ down now? Huh? Cause I’m not gonna watch you blow this opportunity for yourself. Hell, I’m not gonna watch you blow this opportunity for me. Cause if you do somethin’ stupid and get fired or get hurt doin’ somethin’ stupid, guess what? I’m outta work too. And as much shit as I gotta put up with around here at times, frankly I’m not all that sentimental to go back to the mid-south indy circuit.

Do you understand me, boy? Do you?”


Looks like Lucas got his medicine after all.

Lucas looks to Butch.

Then to his glass of chocolate milk.

He brings the glass towards himself, raises the straw to his lips.

And starts to blow bubbles with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Butch is not amused.


Butch: “You dumb motherfucker.”

Lucas: “Christ, Butch. I got it. I got it. Fuck, man... Save the ‘Bill Watts’ locker room speeches for Silas. He likes that shit.”

Consider the ice broken and the tension cut.

Butch: “Well your dumb ass needs to learn. This business will chew you up and spit you out without prejudice unless you know what the fuck you’re doing. And you clearly don’t, which is why you need my fat, old ass around to keep you in line.”

Lucas: “Yeah, yeah. Owe it all to you. The great ‘Wildman’ Butch Bergeron, the business’ most dangerous wrestler.”

Luke says with a smarmy tone.

Butch; “Don’t you take that tone with me. I was a fuckin’ shooter in my day, and I would’ve worked circles around your ass. Why you think Vince, Jr. never called? Why you think Crockett never called? Or Verne? Fritz? Jarrett? Watts? Barnett? They knew I would’ve wrecked their territories.”

Lucas: “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Butch. If that is your real name. And it’s not - it’s Clay. Bang bang.”

Butch: “Shut your goofy ass up. . . Shit, we’ve been here awhile. What time is it now?”

Lucas: “Ten ‘til 4.”

Butch: “Shit...” *peers out window* “I think I see daylight. I think I see the sun pokin’ out.”

Lucas: “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Butch: “I hear ya. Yeah. Let’s go.”

Butch and Lucas get up from their table, leaving behind cold, half-eaten waffles, half empty glasses of coffee and chocolate milk.

But not bacon. That’s all gone. Butch loves bacon.

Lucas walks out of the frame while Butch tosses a couple $20s on their table, then follows his nephew out of the shot.
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[size0]Thanks, Lita! :)

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<option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'6"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>296 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>The Bayou</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Methodical Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Sword of Damocles </option>
<option> - Chokeslam </option>
<option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option>
<option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option>
</select></center>
<center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cadetblue; font-weight: bold; color:black">
<option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'4½"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>235 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Exploder Suplex </option>
<option> - Powerbomb </option>
<option> - German Suplex </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - The Manhattan Project</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - n/a </option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option>
</select></center>
<center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: 14b8ff; font-weight: bold; color:black">
<option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>Jim O'Brien </option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'7"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>290 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option>
<option> - Saito Suplex </option>
<option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option>
<option> - Hells Bells-plex</option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Hells Bells</option>
<option> - F-Bomb</option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option>
<option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option>
<option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option>
<option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option>
<option> Other Cool Stuff: </option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option>
<option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option>
<option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide)
<option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option>
<option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option>
<option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option>
<option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option>
<option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option>
<option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option>
<option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option>
<option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option>
</select></center>
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