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Rebel, Rebel Burger Celebration; <Joe & ZB, Alpha Wolves & TBD>
Topic Started: May 3 2017, 02:41 AM (232 Views)
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The Tiny Rebel Cardiff is where the scene opens up on, the better part of the restaurant noticeably sectioned off to the general public. It's within this alcove of seating that Joe Stanton is found, some of the FIW staff already trickling in along with him. The Scarlet Speedster's cleaned up, having thrown on a flannel with the sleeves pushed up and some blue jeans, and his signature sunglasses.

"Nightmare, glad you could make it! Take the night off from the RoboCop gig and have a burger!"

Waving to the veteran, he looks around at more of the people joining him and that the waiting staff is trying to get all of the orders of.

"Quinn! Looking ravishing as always!"

Stanton jokingly bows to the ring announcer, and when he stands up Chip Martin's smiling face is there to greet him. It makes Joe's smile disappear.

"Chip."

Chip smiles in a slimy way a used cars salesman might.

"Joe."

The announcer says in an equally stifled way. He eyes the championship that's sitting around Joe Stanton's waist.

"Not going to cheap out on the drinks tonight, right?"

Asking, Martin's eyes finally find Joe's face again. Joe forces a smile onto his face like he's having to swallow a bitter pill.

"Naw, man, go and enjoy yourself. There's a karaoke machine."

The color commentator's eyes light up at the mention of that, he moves by Joe and goes in search of the machine. The Fighting Spirit Champion shakes his head and he takes a fry from a basket that one of the waitresses walks by with, stuffing it into his face.
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"Stanton!"

Zombie Black enters, spreading his arms wide like Temba.

"New Fighting Spirit Champion. Congratulations, buddy!"

He offers a friendly pat on the shoulder, taking a look around the establishment.

"How is it you're the only motherfucker here who knows how to party? Everybody else seems to wanna be indaclub, or some kinda highfalutin' nonsense."
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Do you have room for a couple of benevolent party crashers?

*At least Richlen seems to be in a good mood as he stops over at the champ's table. Shaelin, not so much. Likely we'll find out soon why.*

Was hoping some of our teammates for next week would show up soon. That and I haven't had the chance to congratulate you yet.
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Joe's trying to be a host, of sorts, for the shindig and swipe food when he can from the waiters & waitresses. It's while he's making idle chatter with Toby that Zombie shows up, not noticing him initially and still listening to Toby's story. Something Bostock is thrilled to bits about.

"And, can you believe it? Rolled a natural seventeen. So, needless to say that Demogorgon was-"

With a look that says Toby thinks what he wants to say next is pretty clever, he chuckles and he opens his mouth to continue when Zombie calls out to the other half of the conversation. Joe perks up a little at hearing Zombie's voice, turning around to meet him.

"Black!"

He spreads his wingspan out too, giving the other man a burly hug and a pat on the back. There's almost a bashful look on his face when he gets the congratulations from Zombie, he waves it off and then laughs at the added comment. He looks around at many of the other party goers and shrugs.

"Clubs were never my thing. Not worth the price tag attached. I was always more CBGB than Night at the Roxbury."

Sideways glancing at Zombie, he bobs his head to emphasize the reference.

"And, not just because Will Ferrell couldn't hold Alan Rickman's jockstrap."

A conceding nod follows the comment to show Joe thinks that's just his opinion, he notices another waiter walking by and he gestures to the food.

"Want something? Burger, fries, haven't checked what they brought out for the buffet over there."

He motions to the buffet set up off to the side of them, a sly smile overcoming his face.

"I know you need the protein."

The Scarlet Speedster jokes, noticing the arrival of the Alpha Wolves. He greets them both with a polite nod of the head, and he smiles big at both.

"Sure! Though you sure it's okay? You know, with your condition and all."

Stanton's features and tone turn gravely serious, super concerned as he looks at Gus.

"Having a little bit of fun might kill you after all."

Again, Joe's joking, the smile returning to his face and his tone showing he doesn't mean any disrespect by it. Just trying to lighten the mood and let everyone let their hair down.
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Zombie snorts a laugh and pats Joe again.

"I'll leave you to playing the host with the most. Grats, man."

With that, he heads to the buffet.
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Joe nods to Zombie, patting him on the back in return.

"Watch out for Chip, he's been trying to get someone to do a duet with him."

He says with a cringe.
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*Richlen promptly rolls his eyes.*

Yeah, I'd kick his ass away from there and start doing some Napalm Death. I just don't feel like it.

*By "his" he means Chip, needless to say.

He looks around and sighs.*

And honestly, part of the reason we're here is-

Part of the reason we're here is because if I have to hear one more word from that jackass you're facing next week-

I'm trying to get her mind off Garcia. Hope you kick his ass, by the way. I don't think last week did enough to remind him of why you were the best in NGIW for so long.

*Because the Wolves were there for that run. Though Richlen's picbase was different then. The change was for the better.*

Good week last week. Shaelin, Keith, and I stuck it to the Crew and then they lost the FSC. Couldn't think of anyone better to win it, man.
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BOOM! The front door slams open and a silhouette with tall hair is at the door. Que the
MUSIC! Out of the shadows stands Rob Garcia.

Rob: Except for me!

Mostly everyone turns around to gasp. Except Joe, Gustav, Shaelin, Zombie and Chip. They're all across the room and can't hear him.

Rob: Crap.

Rob walks in and starts squeezing his way past peoples tables and employees of this establishment.

Rob: Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me, excuse me.. Wooah, almost knocked you over there buddy! Haha! .... Excuse me, pardon me.. thaaank you..

Rob steps out into their view now in a dramatic fashion.

Rob: Except for me!

By this point Rob missed his mark and the group of friends have carried on with the conversation. They all turn to Rob confused now. Rob realizes that he's to late. Its awkward. Everyone is starring at him. Gustav looks HOT at the sight of Rob. Rob looks over at him and then Shaelin, he smiles and gives her a little wave and then sits across from Joe.

Rob: Hello, Joe!

A waitress walks by and Rob gets her attention.

Rob: Let me get a burger and fries, to go. I wont be here long. Also let me get your Fugg Life IPA. Oh, and put it on his tab.

Rob points to Joe. The waitress looks over at Joe.

Joe: Nope.

Rob frowns at him in disappointment​.

Rob: Really?!

He pulls out a wad of cash and while he's counting threw it he checks to see if Shaelins watching. Which she is, but shes not impressed. He hands the waitress a 20$ bill.

Rob: Keep the change.

The women looks at the 20$ bill and back to Rob.

Waitress: I am not sure what the price is with tax, but you're probably going to be short by a dollar and some change.

Rob frustrated now, pulls out another 20$ bill and another, he makes sure Shaelin can see this. He hands her 40$ more.

Rob: Sorry about that, here keep the change.

The waitress smiles at Rob and his 2nd attempt at generosity.

Waitress: Thank you!

She hurrys off to go get his order set up. Rob turns to Joe and folds his hands on the table and leans in to look at him making eye contact.

Rob: You got something I want Joe. I deserve a title match. I'm pretty much undefeated in FIW and since you with zero accomplishments suddenly gets a shot at the belt, then I should to.

Rob looks around at everyone to make sure they are watching and then back to Joe.

Rob: What do you say Joe? Be a fighting champion and put that on the line at Revolt.

Rob sits across from Joe starring at him with a cocky grin waiting for his reply.
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*Shaelin is making a very obvious point of ignoring Garcia right now, or maybe she's trying to restrain herself from strangling him. Either way.

Richlen is also ignoring him. Or is he? Hard to tell, as he flags down a different waitress.*

Get the lady the strongest whiskey you have. Actually, bring her several of them.

*Yeah, he's already believing that his wife will need it. Or them.*

I'll take whatever cider you have on tap, the host-

*Indicating the new FSC.*

-gets whatever he wants, and everyone else right now gets whatever they want as well, except for the idiot at the karaoke machine.

And that guy-


*Now he indicates Garcia, and here comes "The Predator"'s irritation.*

-can be given a big glass of get out.

I'll take care of the bill.


*And that is when he pulls out several fifty pound notes and hands them to the waitress, making sure Garcia notices. Turnabout, etc., etc..*
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Rob mouths the words "son of a bitch!" Did he hand the waitress American money? Hmm, she must've been an American or maybe its easy to change out a dollar for a pound here if he did. Or maybe! They take dollars in Wales, like they do in Mexico. Rob isn't even sure if it was American money now or if he just thought it was. Shit! .... He realizes people are starring at him, and its obvious he's thinking to himself. He rolls his eyes up to Richlen.

Rob: Its okay Gustavio, I'd never want you to pay for a drink as expensive as mine. I have tons of money.

He looks back over at Joe again, this time looking him up and down. The waitress comes back with Robs beer.

Rob: Thanks miss, uhm.. hold on.

Still thinking Shaelin is Gustavs sister. He pulls out ONE HUNDRED POUNDS! Or what ever a 100$ bill equals in pounds. Hunders Pound? This time he looks at it to make sure its a pound not a dollar bill. He's good to go!

Rob: Thanks a lot for all your help. I'm sure this isn't easy tonight with things like that going on.

Rob points to Chip on stage.

Waitress: Oh sir! Thank you!

She jets out before Rob can change his mind.

In a smug manner he looks over at Gustav and then looks away quickly, because Gustav looks like he wants break that beer bottle over Robs face. He stares Joe in his eyes.

Rob: So. You gonna put that belt on the line? Or you gonna make me earn it?
Something you don't know how to do.


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Joe nods to the Wolves, showing he appreciates the kind words Gus gave him, knowing it isn't always easy to get them from the Wolves. Chuckling, he enjoys their retelling of the past week, shrugging his shoulders innocently with a faux look of innocence when they talk about the hits the Crew hit.

" [size0]And, everything seemed to be going so well..."

The champion half mutters in a sarcastic way when Rob Garcia arrives, watching him have his episode with the waitress. He patiently let's Rob run his mouth, well, initially. Eventually he starts rotating his hand in the classic gesture to get on with it, and checks an imaginary watch.

"You might want to take Gus' offer, Rob. He's not the type of guy that handles rejection well. Might break a finger or two."

Joking, Stanton swipes a Coke that's on it's way to a table, the waitress gives him a look and goes back for another. What does he care though? He's putting this all on his tab.

"I got an opportunity at the title because it was an open invitational, I got the same chance everyone else did. The same chance you did. And, I had to fight half the roster during it."

That actually brings a smile to Joe's face, fond memories already.

"You had your chance already."

The Scarlet Speedster says sternly, a smile creeping back onto his face and he rolls his shoulders. Thinking about it, his smile gets a little mischievous.

"I've never been one to say no to a fight either."

Cracking his neck, Joe's clearly mulling it over.

"Fine, you want another shot, a second chance to make everything right in the world of the Coulter Crew? You got it. You, me, champion versus champion, now with the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship on the line!"

That bombshell of a declaration Joe let's hang in the air for a second. He raises an index finger and he waggles it at Rob, showing he isn't done.

"But I want something in return from you."

He points at Rob, an ominous vibe overtaking him and a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I want you to put something on the line."

Again, a dramatic pause and Joe nods his head on whatever he's cooked up.

"You lose this second chance, Rob? You have to be my butler till after Anarchy in the U.K. goes off the air."

The Scarlet Speedster can't even keep a straight face over that stipulation, grinning and looking like he is holding back a laugh. It just sounds too funny to him. He slowly outstretches his hand to Rob, offering it to him to shake.

"We got a deal?"
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Robs mouth drops when Joe agrees to put the title on the line. Then once Joe reveals the stipulation he cloeses his mouth and his excitment lowers. He squints his eyes at Joe and his eye brows raise. He looks him dead in the eyes trying to read Joe. Something sounds fishy.

Rob: Hmm.. A butler? Like Jeffery from the fresh prince of Bellaire?

Rob ponders the thought for a moment but loses his train of thought and starts to day dream about the championship and holding two titles.

Rob: You're on! Wait, no! ... Okay yeah you're on! But I want a guarantee this is going to just be me and you. All these guys banned from ringside!

Rob looks at Joe and with a whole lot of courage in his voice he says.

Rob: Just me and you! Champion vs champion! No one else.

Rob grins at Joe in a very deceitful way.

Rob: I don't need Kim for this, I don't need the Crew to beat you. I ended Freaks year long reign in a fatal 4 way. I'm going to take your title next.

He says pointing a finger towards Joe's face.



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Joe nods his head along with what Rob's saying, looking like he doesn't disagree with the other champion's assessment of what the match should be. There's a knowing look to his eyes though that gives off the impression he isn't a fool. Or, whatever the Rising Champion may be taking him for.

"Sure, everyone else barred from ringside. Just you and me, nice and personal, nice and ugly, brutal, violent. Sounds good to me."

Joe says casually yet not casually at all, like he's got something up his sleeve.

"Why don't we say anyone interferes on either of our behave's it'll cost the benefactor their job? Just to put my mind at ease about agreeing to this. Just to make sure this is fought how a title match for this championship should be fought."

Raising an eyebrow, there's a sly tone to the added stipulation to their match. Saying without saying that he doesn't intend to go through with this without it. Playing it off casually, he glances to the side with a half hearted shrug.

"I mean, unless...you're chicken or something."

The Scarlet Speedster says almost nonchalant, the insult coming out in a mocking way. His eyes subtly taunting the other man.

"Do you need to run back to Kim's apron strings to think about it? I know this is probably a lot for you to handle on your own, you don't even have your security blanket in Noon around right now."

If the Fighting Spirit Champion is sweating Rob, he's got a good poker face. Joe feints genuine concern in his voice when he asks Rob the question, sounding like he's found a lost little kid.

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Rob in a rage of fury slams his hand down on the table! The waitress sets his to go order on the table and then rushes away to avoid all the drama and maybe warn security.

Rob: Don't you dare talk about Jeff!

Rob stands to his feet, he is more angry then he's ever been seen here in FIW. He points directly at Joe.

Rob: You can can make fun of Kim wanting me all you want!! You can try to convince everyone I'm not the boss of the Crew! Make fun of how perfect my hair is..

Rob pulls back the index finger and tightly clenches his fist.

Rob: You want jobs on the line, thats fine! But you or any of these goofs you hang out with, never! NEVER! Disrespect Jeff Noon! He's!! My!!! FRIEND!!

Rob screams in a fit of rage! His eyes blood shot, a vain looks like its about to burst from his forehead. He now has both fists tightly gripped at his sides.

Rob: grr... Rrrr!! GRRRAAAAH!!!!!

As a waitress walks by carrying a tray that is stacked with food and a couple of drinks, as she passes by Rob is growling and he reaches for something on the tray. He grabs one of the beverages, its a milkshake.Then while still holding onto the cup he shoves it in Joe's direction, with strawberry milshake flying in the air it lands on Joe and splashs on his friends.

The music stops, you could hear a pin drop. Rob now realizing that was not the smartest move, smiles and looks around at everyone.

Rob: Haha, napkin?

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Outside of the restaurant Jeff Noon sits in a silver Honda Civic. The radio is on and its playing a classical song of some sort. He leans his elbow on the windowsill of the car. The window is rolled down and Jeff is humming along with the music that is now ending. He looks down at his watch and exhales loudly sounding like he's bored. Then this familiar song comes on the radio following the one that just ended.

BANG!!!

The front door of The Tiny Rebel slams open and Rob comes flying out! He looks to his left, then right and sees Jeffs car parked towards the middle of the street and sprints off in that direction as Joe, his friends and security come pouring out of the place chasing after Rob.

Rob: JEEFF!!!!!!! Start the car!!!

Rob is running with his to go bad in hand, sweat dripping down his forehead. The security and wrestlers are behind him and running just as fast. Jeff is sitting in the car day dreaming and can't hear Rob this far away and with the music on.

Rob: JEFF!!!! Get the car started!!! .... JEEEEFFFF!!!!!!!

He screams as loud as he can! Back in the car Jeff is nodding his head to the music and then notices movement in the rear view mirror. He looks up and squints his eyes to focus on what he sees. He leans forward and adjusts the mirror

Jeff: OH SHIT!!!

Jeff turns around to look out the back window and see the mob chasing after Rob. He turns back around and starts the engine up. He moves around the passanger seat and opens the back door and then quickly looks back up to see where Robs at.

Jeff: Come on, come on!!

Robs getting closer and the mobs getting closer to him!

Rob: Jeff!!!!!! Go! Go! Go!

Jeff puts the car in drive and starts to accelerate as Rob gets closer. Rob is sprinting now along side the car and to his credit he's going fast! Rob then timing it just right jumps in the back seat of the car and Jeff slams on the gas pedal!!!

Vroooooom!!!!!!!!

They satrt going and the mod is left in the dust.

Rob: YAAAAA!!!!!!! We did it!!!!

Splat!!

A milk shake splatters across the back window. Rob slams the back door and rolls down the window he flips them off.

Rob: SCREW YOU!!!! HAHA!!!

He turns to Jeff with a smile, breathing heavy and drenched in sweat.

Rob: Thanks best friend. I knew I could count on you.

Jeff smiles and nods his head.

Jeff: Any time bro

Rob fist bumps Jeff and then stares out the back window that has milkshake smeared across it. He is still panting heavily and sweat drips down his forehead. He smiles and shakes his head.

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*Richlen watches Garcia make his exit, then picks up the nearest napkin and starts cleaning himself off as Shaelin, who joined the throng of those aiming for Garcia's head, sullenly returns to the table, where it is likely that Stanton has decided to just watch the chaos unfold.*

Fucker got away....

*Richlen shrugs.*

Well, now that he's gone, we can get back to talking about whatever it was we were talking about. Where the hell is everyone else, anyway?
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Joe's sort of lost in an amused bewilderment at how angry Rob gets, especially over the mention of Jeff Noon. He has to stifle a laugh when Rob brings up the things he can make fun of, so much so that he doesn't notice the milk shake that Rob grabs. Before the champion really knows it, he's covered in milk shake and the establishment's security are chasing after the Rising Champion, chasing him likely down the block.

"Can I get a towel?"

Glancing over at the waitress staring at him, he asks her in as polite of a way as he can right now. Trying his best to not take out his obvious annoyance at the situation on her. She nods and actually pulls one out of her apron, presumably intended to wipe down tables.

"Appreciate it. Excuse me for a second, Gus, Shaelin."

Taking the towel, Joe moves towards the bathrooms as he fixes himself up as best as he can at this given moment. It's a short walk into the bathroom and soon he's in front of a mirror, making it a lot easier to get the milk shake off of him.

" [size0]Ugh, the ear's the worst!"

Muttering under his breath, he fishes into his ear with the towel, getting out any of the milk shake's contents that made it into there. Turning the facet on, Joe dampens the towel and he splashes some water on his face, getting himself cleaned up more properly. Instinctively he sets the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship on the sink, and it's then that something catches his eye.

" [size0]Really?"

Again muttering under his breath, he wipes the dairy off of the championship that's dirtied it. Soon enough it's shining perfectly again and reflecting Joe's face back at him. But something about it isn't to his liking, because his eyes drift away from it and stare at his reflection in the mirror. His green eyes' reflection looks like it could burn a hole into somebody with the power to them, eventually their stare breaks when he scoffs.

"Fucker."

The Scarlet Speedster states presumably about the Rising Champion, his eyesight drifting back to the FSC sitting on the sink's counter top. It's the flush of a toilet behind him and the opening of a stall door that draws his attention away from it, and to Chip Martin exiting one of the stalls. Chip ignores him till he's turned another sink on and he's washing his hands.

"Excuse me, had some Mexican for lunch. Love those tamales, but they don't love me."

Chip says with an insincere friendliness, an equally fake smile coming to his face. He turns and he shakes his hands, eyeing the championship and then Joe.

"Unfortunate bit of business."

With his wrists he gestures at the clean up attempt Joe's making, Joe eyes it and his nostrils flare.

"He'll get his."

Stanton says in a warning tone, a threat that gets a condescending smile from the other man in the bathroom. He gives a half assed nod too.

"Sure, he will."

Not a believer for a second, Chip looks to move by Joe to get to some paper towels and Joe eyes him skeptically.

"He'll get his. Karma's going to catch up. I'll make you pay!"

Sounding like an old radio drama hero, Chip mockingly shakes his fist at the heavens he curses at. That same condescending smile returns to his face and he looks Joe in the eye.

"You know how often I've heard some do-gooder say that about them? About the Crew? About how the bad guys were going to be thwarted and they were going to take everybody out for ice cream afterwards to celebrate their big win?"

Joe grows quiet, probably aware of where Chip is going with this. The color commentator eyes the championship and acts as if it's the first time he's really taking a good look at it. One could go so far as to say he's even admiring it.

"And, you know where they are now?"

Scoffing at the notion of those do-gooders, Chip tilts his head and makes sure he's still got Joe's attention.

"And, you know where the Crew is after years of Kim Coulter being apart of the company? And, what they've done? What they've achieved?"

Now he makes it a point to go around Joe, getting to the dispenser for the paper towels. He pulls some out and he goes about wiping his hands.

"Yeah, you might have a good career to your name that made you a big deal, and congratulations, you banged Kim Coulter. You got the dream a bunch of her clients longed for, she was your girlfriend. You even got to end it on your terms and were the one who dumped her! But I'd think you better than anybody would know what happens when somebody takes up a crusade against your ex's interests."

There's a strange sort of admiration Chip gets in both his voice and his eyes when he brings up Joe's & Kim's romantic past, looking Joe over again. As if he's trying to figure out what Joe's got that so many other suitors' of Kim Coulter don't have. He grows more grim again though when he practically scolds Joe. The Fighting Spirit Champion scoops up his title belt and he looks over his shoulder at Chip, staring him in the eye.

"Yeah, I do. And, I also know when an out of control punk needs to be put in his place."

Stanton says with a steely resolve that makes Chip shake his head and he tosses the paper towels into the trash bin.

"Yeah, well, have fun with that, Lone Ranger. I'll make sure to call your funeral to the best of my ability."

Sarcastically Martin quips back in response and he walks out of the bathroom, leaving Joe Stanton by himself in there. Joe stares at his reflection again in the bathroom mirror, his eyes fixated on the championship that's resting on his shoulder. Unclear if Chip's words are being given thought, or he's already focusing on the task ahead.
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