Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 26, 2014 4:06:22 GMT
New York City
5:00 PM November 24, 2014
SPA
The well-earned spa day for Liz Smalls was going great. ‘Miss Metro’ had just received a mani/pedi along with a 5 star massage from the finest, hired by Mort Goodman in an effort to repay Liz Smalls for bringing home a huge main event victory at the first ever Killshot against Jack Owyns.
Liz is sporting a pink and white two piece bikini, with a white towel wrapped around her waist as she heads over to the hot tub, ready to unwind and fully relax. As Liz gets closer to the hot tub, she notices a trail of mud.
Liz Smalls: Ummmm???
Liz continues walking, tip toeing around the mud in an effort to protect her freshly dried pedicure. As she reaches the hot tub, her mouth drops open in shock. She can’t believe it. In the hot tub, with a beer can in his hand, is Jack Owyns. One look behind Jack shows close to a dozen other crunched, emptied beer cans. He burbs as Liz puts a hand over her mouth.
Liz Smalls: You’ve GOT to be kidding me!
Jack still fully clothed, and both his eyes, looked as if they had been burned; finished his beer, and crumples the can tossing it behind him.
Jack Owyns: There she fuckin' is... Liz FUCKIN' SMALLS! Hurry roll out the red carpet.
Jack looks around, but it's just the two of them. Liz, who just a moment earlier seemed cheerful and excited about her day, now looks like its all come crashing down around her.
Liz Smalls: Ugh, you again?
Liz walks closer to the hot tub, and drops her towel, dipping her toes in at first. After a moments hesitation, she steps into the hot tub, keeping her distance from Jack. Her eyes lock in on him.
Liz Smalls: I can smell the alcohol. You really drank all of those beers? And you wonder why I beat you, well besides me being so much better in the ring of course.
Liz grinned a little, despite being disgusted and irritated that her spa day is in danger of being ruined.
Liz Smalls: You’re exactly what I said you were, a drunk, druggy loser person!
Jack Owyns: Whoa BITCH! You... You fuckin' beat me? HA, keep fuckin' telling yourself, THAT! If I recall Damian Cole help you put me away. You didn't beat me on your own; you had help.
Jack reached behind himself, grabbing another beer. He cracked it opened, spilling a good amount of content in the hot tube.
Jack Owyns: So... FUCK YOU!
Liz Smalls: I had you anyway! Your funky body odor made the ref pass out after I put you in that sleeper...DUH!!!!
Liz pulls her hair up to keep it from getting it wet.
Liz Smalls: Look, this is MY day, okies? Team Liz Team Mort earned this, can’t you just go somewhere else? I think there’s a dumpster across the street, go play in that...trash.
Liz rolls her eyes, annoyed. She looks at her nails as she holds her hands out in front of her.
Jack Owyns: NOPE... I was here first, so how about you, fuckin' beat it.
Jack took his hand and cupped some water, and threw it in the direction of Liz, who let out a shriek at her hair nearly getting wet.
Liz Smalls: YOU IDIOT!!!! If you don’t calm down I’ll call security!
Liz has her index finger pointed at Jack from across the hot tub.
Liz Smalls: You know what? I was GOING to be nice to you the next time I saw you, but...forget it. Why should I be nice to someone who is nothing more than a waste of oxygen? Like, really, you can’t win a match, you abuse drugs and alcohol, you curse all the time, you’re bad for business...what do you even exist for? To annoy people?
Jack Owyns: Well that... That was a little fuckin' harsh, Don'tcha think?
Jack stands up grabbing his last remaining beer. He proceeds towards the ladder.
Jack Owyns: I guess I'll be leaving then.
He starts to climb the ladder closest to Liz, but stops and looks at her. He drops his beer.
Jack Owyns: FUCKIN' BITCH!
Jack lunges at Liz, grabbing her by the hair and dunking her underneath the water as an employee walks by, stopping and looking in horror.
Jack Owyns: Can't I get a little FUCKIN' Privacy, bitch is giving me a fuckin' blowjob!
The employee runs off as Jack let's go of Liz, who immediately brings her head above the water, gasping for air. The ‘Coast 2 Coast Covergirl’ is clearly traumatized by the events that had just occurred.
Liz Smalls: Wh...at….are….you...doing?
Liz runs her hand through her now soaked hair in horror, staring at Jack with eyes wide. Her eyes dart to the stairs, which Jack is standing guard at, not letting her get by even if she wanted to.
Jack Owyns: What does it look like. I was going to drown ya, but thought to myself. What the fuck would be the point.
Jack picks up a beer that floats by, and sits down on the stairs. Liz backs up a little, creating distance between herself and Jack.
Liz Smalls: I’m telling Mort that you did that!
Liz runs her manicured hand over her eyes, wiping at them. It's hard to tell if she was crying or not with the water running down her face, but knowing Liz, she was.
Jack Owyns: OH NO... Please, oh please Liz do not tell MORT, HA! Fuck if I care if you running crying to Mort. Mort will do shit to me, 'cause he won't admit it, but that old bastard, is scared of me.
Jack finishes beer number; he had lost count. He chucks the empty can and looks at Liz as beer floats in front of her.
Jack Owyns: Hey bitch, you mind.
Jack nudged his chin towards to beer. Liz just stares at him, making no attempt to grab the beer, her eyes now clearly do have tears in them. Fearing Jack in the ring? Not a chance, but outside of it, during what was supposed to be a day of relaxation is a different story.
Liz Smalls: I…
The word barely escapes her lips as Jack puts a hand to his ear, laughing.
Jack Owyns: Speak up bitch, I can’t hear you!
Liz Smalls: Can you move...sooo….soooo I can go please?
Jack Owyns: You want to fuckin’ leave? Here I thought, Jack Owyns and Liz Smalls were going to have some quality bonding time together. NOPE, guess not.
Jack’s heads in the direction of Liz, snapping the beer can from the water.
Jack: You know… you sure don’t act all fuckin’ tough, when there is no computer screen, or referee to fuckin’ hide behind. HA! Joke.
Liz moves back slowly as Jack inches closer, trying to build more space between them.
Liz Smalls: I’m...NOT a joke….
The Covergirl lowers her eyes, now getting angry at The Villain.
Liz Smalls: This was MY day, and you’re ruining it. If I’m such a joke, why did I beat you in our match?
As Jack goes to answer, Liz puts a finger up.
Liz Smalls: Hush!!! Before you say you were cheated, you were the idiot who interfered in Damian’s match earlier. You made your own bed, and I beat you...deal with it.
While ranting, Liz still keeps her distance.
Liz Smalls: You can go now...I want peace.
Jack Owyns: You know what… FUCK YOU! How you can be proud, of beating a person, that had been robbed… Is a fuckin’ JOKE! You didn’t beat me fair and square, so that… WIN, means fuckin’ shit.
Jack cracks the tab on his beer, and then takes a seat backdown, and makes himself comfy as he takes a taste of his beer.
Jack Owyns: And another thing… I was here FIRST! So why don’t you, TAKE--
Jack points in the direction of his pile of beer cans.
Jack Owyns: Take two of those empty beer cans… Shove one right up your fuckin’ ass, another up your cunt, stick your fuckin’ nose in the air, and march that fuckin’ ass right out of here, and give me some fuckin’ peace… OKIES!
Liz pouts, not fond of the language being spewed out of Jack’s mouth.
Liz Smalls: You’re blocking the way for me to get out MORON! Let me spell it out for you, okies? M O R E O N! MORON!!!!
She moves slowly towards the stairs in the hot tub, now nearly nose to nose with Jack.
Liz Smalls: MOVE!
Jack Owyns: Moron? Ummm… You do fuckin’ know; you can exit the hot tube anywhere, right? You don’t need to use the fuckin’ stairs, right?
Jack laughs, finishing off another beer.
Jack Owyns: You really are fuckin’ blonde.
Liz Smalls: I’m not some animal! I REFUSE to climb out of the hot tub; I’m using the stairs, so MOVE!!!!
Jack Owyns: You know what… how about fuckin’ make me MOVE! Come on bitch, you talk such a mad game… show me. MAKE ME FUCKIN’ MOVE.
No sooner than Jack gets the last word out, his face is met with a slap from Liz. The smack could be heard practically a block away.
Liz stares at him after the slap, breathing heavy, before trying to force herself past Jack.
Jack laughs; the alcohol and drugs combined, make him feel near untouchable as the pain is no worst than a tiny scratch. He wraps an arm around Liz Smalls waist and lifts her up and slams her into the hot tub.
Jack Owyns: That the best you fuckin’ got?
Liz rises out of the water again; her hair now more so drenched than before. She gasps for air, over-dramatizing the entire ordeal.
Liz Smalls: MORT is soooooo going to fire you!
Liz, done playing nice, does what needs to be done as she raises a knee up at Jack, aiming for his ‘jewels’. Jack drops, the pain he felt that he thought he could not feel, came roaring to him as he backed off.
Jack Owyns: Fu… FUCKIN’ BITCH!
Jack punched Liz right in the right tit, not even realizing what he’s doing based on how much he’s drank. Liz immediately backs off, realizing she can’t overpower him outside of the ring. She holds one hand up in the air, clutching her chest with the other.
Liz Smalls: I...I give up...please just let me go.
What was supposed to be a relaxing, fun day for Liz has quickly turned into the complete opposite. Tears roll down her cheek as she takes another step away from Jack now, just wanting to leave.
Jack Owyns: Fine. Then fuckin’ go…
Jack moves out of her way, still massaging his jewels.
Jack Owyns: GO!
Liz scrambles past the Villain, quickly marching up the stairs and retrieving her towel from the ground. She turns once, to look Jack right in the eye and shout at him:
Liz Smalls: I hate you!!!! Thankies for ruining my day!!!
Liz turns, clutching the towel at her chest as she begins walking away, sobbing.
Jack Owyns: No problem… Hey LIZ, we should do this again, sometime… Dumb BITCH!
Jack relaxed back in the hot tub, as Liz exits while two cops dressed in a uniform, followed by the same officer who arrested Jack walked in.
Big Bulky Officer: Should have figured; you again.
Jack Owyns: Fuck you.
Jack flipped them off, as the officers approached.
