Post by maddog on Jun 14, 2024 18:42:59 GMT
Cause hard times they come and they go
Most of the time they're in the middle of the road
It's the same pain in different ways
Don't your know, Son, when it pours it rains
Most of the time they're in the middle of the road
It's the same pain in different ways
Don't your know, Son, when it pours it rains
"Baby, we'll figure something out, we always have. Ya know the Lord won't put more on us than we can handle with him by our side". The words escape Mad Dog's lips as he tries to console his wife, Heather. Mad Dog and his normally feisty redheaded wife sit at their kitchen table, and like many people around the world over the past few years are wondering how they are going to pay their bills this month.
With tears in her eyes she says, "This isn't like any other time Mark, the world isn't the same, I'm laid off, groceries cost more than ever, and there’s no relief in sight.".
On the table is a laptop opened to a banking website that reveals a balance with no commas in it. It's better than the balance that had a negative beside it before Mad Dog got his Coliseum pay with the win bonus attached. Beside the computer are various bills, several say “second notice” on them and a couple even say “final notice”. Mad Dog is tired of living hand to mouth and tired of stressing over financials, but even worse is seeing his wife worry.
Mad Dog hates seeing his wife worry, especially over money. He was raised old-school, where the man is the breadwinner and it is his responsibility to provide for the family. Mad Dog takes his wife’s hands into his, as their arms rest on the table, and he looks into her beautiful green eyes. “Baby, I’m gonna win at Coliseum, hit the pay window, and get moves to Odyssey or Sacrifice. After that, I’ll be moven up the card, gonna start getting bigger paydays, and soon baby I’m going to be at the top. Gold i in my future baby, and when I’m the champ we’ll be set”.
Heather smiles at her loving husband but still holds back tears. Both she and Mad Dog had grown up poor, and she had sworn to herself that her kids would never have to go through the struggles she did growing up. She has faith in her husband, and he has never let her down. Mad Dog has always kept his word and done everything he can to provide for the family, but things are different this time. The world is different and it will never be the same.
Mad Dog can see the uncertainty in Heather's eyes. This uncertainty hurts him, it strikes him to his core and he feels it in his soul. He knows his wife means nothing bad by it, but it hurts his foolish pride. He grips her hands tighter, reaffirming his seriousness but also giving her a sense of security. “I can fire up the still and run a few gallons, you know old white lightning is recession-proof”, Mad Dog says.
“Mark, no”, Heather says as she pulls her hands away. “We have too much to risk for you to get caught shinning. Just… ju…”.
On the table is a laptop opened to a banking website that reveals a balance with no commas in it. It's better than the balance that had a negative beside it before Mad Dog got his Coliseum pay with the win bonus attached. Beside the computer are various bills, several say “second notice” on them and a couple even say “final notice”. Mad Dog is tired of living hand to mouth and tired of stressing over financials, but even worse is seeing his wife worry.
Mad Dog hates seeing his wife worry, especially over money. He was raised old-school, where the man is the breadwinner and it is his responsibility to provide for the family. Mad Dog takes his wife’s hands into his, as their arms rest on the table, and he looks into her beautiful green eyes. “Baby, I’m gonna win at Coliseum, hit the pay window, and get moves to Odyssey or Sacrifice. After that, I’ll be moven up the card, gonna start getting bigger paydays, and soon baby I’m going to be at the top. Gold i in my future baby, and when I’m the champ we’ll be set”.
Heather smiles at her loving husband but still holds back tears. Both she and Mad Dog had grown up poor, and she had sworn to herself that her kids would never have to go through the struggles she did growing up. She has faith in her husband, and he has never let her down. Mad Dog has always kept his word and done everything he can to provide for the family, but things are different this time. The world is different and it will never be the same.
Mad Dog can see the uncertainty in Heather's eyes. This uncertainty hurts him, it strikes him to his core and he feels it in his soul. He knows his wife means nothing bad by it, but it hurts his foolish pride. He grips her hands tighter, reaffirming his seriousness but also giving her a sense of security. “I can fire up the still and run a few gallons, you know old white lightning is recession-proof”, Mad Dog says.
“Mark, no”, Heather says as she pulls her hands away. “We have too much to risk for you to get caught shinning. Just… ju…”.
Her words trail off as she falls silent and slumps back in her chair. Mad Dog leans forward, sitting even more at attention, concerned about his wife’s state. “Baby, what is it?” he asks.
“Nothing, I shouldn’t have even thought it” she replies.
“Nothing, I shouldn’t have even thought it” she replies.
This only strengthens his curiosity, as he says “baby, just say it, I’m a big boy, I can take whatever it is”.
Heather's arms unfold from her body, her somber demeanor changes to one of fire, not of anger, but determination. She leans forward and with a serious look in her eyes and tone in her voice says, “Just make damn sure you win, not just this match, but you go on and you win every match they put you in baby, and then you take that championship from whoever has the damn thing when you get there. We took a leap of faith when you quit the mines and went to wrestling full-time, so you better make this work because this is your last shot at making your dream your career. Now, baby, I love you and I’ll always stand by you, but you gotta make this work.”.
Mad Dog leans forward and places his hand on Heather's, he looks her in the eyes matching her intensity and passion as he says, “baby, you know I’m going to give every last drop of blood, sweat, and beers I got to make this thing work”.
Heather smiles and says, “I think you mean blood, sweat, and tears baby”.
Mad Dog smiles and says, “na baby, beers, I’m not crying like some little b*tch”.
Heather cracks a smile and laughs a little bit, saying “You’re such an idiot”.
Mad Dog smiles back at her and says, “Yeah, but I’m your idiot”.
The two of them smile at each other and then both lean across the table and embrace in a kiss.
Heather's arms unfold from her body, her somber demeanor changes to one of fire, not of anger, but determination. She leans forward and with a serious look in her eyes and tone in her voice says, “Just make damn sure you win, not just this match, but you go on and you win every match they put you in baby, and then you take that championship from whoever has the damn thing when you get there. We took a leap of faith when you quit the mines and went to wrestling full-time, so you better make this work because this is your last shot at making your dream your career. Now, baby, I love you and I’ll always stand by you, but you gotta make this work.”.
Mad Dog leans forward and places his hand on Heather's, he looks her in the eyes matching her intensity and passion as he says, “baby, you know I’m going to give every last drop of blood, sweat, and beers I got to make this thing work”.
Heather smiles and says, “I think you mean blood, sweat, and tears baby”.
Mad Dog smiles and says, “na baby, beers, I’m not crying like some little b*tch”.
Heather cracks a smile and laughs a little bit, saying “You’re such an idiot”.
Mad Dog smiles back at her and says, “Yeah, but I’m your idiot”.
The two of them smile at each other and then both lean across the table and embrace in a kiss.
Mark, have you seen the size of this guy?
Na, but I ain’t worried about a honey I blew up the kids version of Joe Exotic.
What?
You tellen me you still ain’t watched Tiger King?
Sunny rolls his eyes, and rubs his face. “Mark, give me your phone” Sunny says. Mark pulls his phone out and hands it to Sunny who begins moving his thumbs around on it. Mark watches him and takes a moment to spit is tobacco juice into an empty Mountain Dew bottle from his back pocket. Sunny pulls up a Wikipedia page on Dark Tiger and hands the phone back to Mad Dog. Mad Dog skims through it and then shrugs his shoulders and puts the phone in his pocket.
Seems like a big old Carol Baskin to me.
Who is Carol Baskin?
A f**kin b*tch is who Carol Baskin is.
Sunny sighs and rolls his eyes.
Look Sunny, he is a big old boy. Looking like a jumbo sized Adam Lambert. Yeah, he’s a big boy, tall as Shaq, but obviously he ain’t that athletic or he’d be slam dunking for a living and not getten body slammed for a living. He’s also heavier than your first wife Sunny, but dang that is going to slow the boy down, and you were already looking pretty slow against old Nate Harris.
Tiger old boy, I’m gonna chop ya down like a tree. I’m starten at ya knees and bringing ya down to size. Once you on your knees.
He’ll be just like Gabriella Tigress.
Sunny, that’s low hangen fruit bubba, you better than that.
Well I’ll tell you who isn’t better than that, Tiger. Dropping the ball on his second outing, that is something my client Mad Dog won’t do. Tiger, you’re nothing more than a big old pussy cat. You’re going to get Tom’d by my man the Jerry. Going to get Sylvester’d by my Tweety bird.
Forget them cartoons this butt whippen gonna be Biblical. I know Tiger is a big sum b*tch, but look at David and Goliath. No one thought David could beat Goliath, the Israelites and the Philistines laughed at David, said who is this little shepherd boy that dares challenge the giant Goliath. Everyone thought Goliath would crush David like he had everyone else that had stepped up to him. The only person that believed in David was David, and that is all he needed. David knew he had the power of the Lord on his side. Well, Mad Dog may not have the power of the Lord on his side, even though I know that the big man upstairs has a plan for me and is watching over me. I know that the world is going to look at Tiger and me in the ring, and laugh at me, thinking Tiger is going to man handle me, but Mad Dog is here to tell you right now that ain’t happening. Only thing happening Tigger, is you going mad.
Na, but I ain’t worried about a honey I blew up the kids version of Joe Exotic.
What?
You tellen me you still ain’t watched Tiger King?
Sunny rolls his eyes, and rubs his face. “Mark, give me your phone” Sunny says. Mark pulls his phone out and hands it to Sunny who begins moving his thumbs around on it. Mark watches him and takes a moment to spit is tobacco juice into an empty Mountain Dew bottle from his back pocket. Sunny pulls up a Wikipedia page on Dark Tiger and hands the phone back to Mad Dog. Mad Dog skims through it and then shrugs his shoulders and puts the phone in his pocket.
Seems like a big old Carol Baskin to me.
Who is Carol Baskin?
A f**kin b*tch is who Carol Baskin is.
Sunny sighs and rolls his eyes.
Look Sunny, he is a big old boy. Looking like a jumbo sized Adam Lambert. Yeah, he’s a big boy, tall as Shaq, but obviously he ain’t that athletic or he’d be slam dunking for a living and not getten body slammed for a living. He’s also heavier than your first wife Sunny, but dang that is going to slow the boy down, and you were already looking pretty slow against old Nate Harris.
Tiger old boy, I’m gonna chop ya down like a tree. I’m starten at ya knees and bringing ya down to size. Once you on your knees.
He’ll be just like Gabriella Tigress.
Sunny, that’s low hangen fruit bubba, you better than that.
Well I’ll tell you who isn’t better than that, Tiger. Dropping the ball on his second outing, that is something my client Mad Dog won’t do. Tiger, you’re nothing more than a big old pussy cat. You’re going to get Tom’d by my man the Jerry. Going to get Sylvester’d by my Tweety bird.
Forget them cartoons this butt whippen gonna be Biblical. I know Tiger is a big sum b*tch, but look at David and Goliath. No one thought David could beat Goliath, the Israelites and the Philistines laughed at David, said who is this little shepherd boy that dares challenge the giant Goliath. Everyone thought Goliath would crush David like he had everyone else that had stepped up to him. The only person that believed in David was David, and that is all he needed. David knew he had the power of the Lord on his side. Well, Mad Dog may not have the power of the Lord on his side, even though I know that the big man upstairs has a plan for me and is watching over me. I know that the world is going to look at Tiger and me in the ring, and laugh at me, thinking Tiger is going to man handle me, but Mad Dog is here to tell you right now that ain’t happening. Only thing happening Tigger, is you going mad.
Well howdy there pardner.