This Is Rasslin'
Show Date: September 11, 2018
S1 - Ep. 03: Nobody Puts Baby Boll In A Corner Post
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Filmed on location in Jacksonville, FL
Four Days Before Ascension 131
The Hayes Family stopped at a gas station to stretch their legs from the long road trip. The Minutemen followed closely behind, asking Stetson Hayes his thoughts about recent events in Jacksonville. He scratched at his beard and grimaced.
Stetson: Guess there's no gettin' passed it. I just wanna take a minute here and address the obvious. I may not be the most agreeable man on the planet, but I ain't stupid neither. Everybody knows what happened here in Jacksonville last week. It was a g**damn tragedy.
He removed his cowboy hat and placed it over his chest.
Stetson: The Buccaneers shoulda beat the Jags. I don't care if it's just the playoffs. Shameful.
Angela tied her hair back and rolled her eyes at Stetson. He eyed her like a hawk.
Angie: You do remember what important event is coming up in our lives, dontcha South?
Stetson: If you don't stop with that "South" nonsense...Course I do. 9/11. Never forget.
Angela: Well yeah there’s that but it's also your son's birthday.
Stetson: He’s…28?
Angie:
29.
Stetson: It’s high time I took him to a strip club, then.
Angie: Wait, wha-
The Blue Angel Gentlemen's Club was a white trash spectacle - several of the night's entertainment had teeth missing, and Dakota noticed the bartender and a suited man exchange bags of what appeared to be meth but could have been cocaine. He turned to his father, who was enjoying himself.
Dakota: I don't know why you talked me into this. This is flat-out objectifying women while exploiting the lower class. It's horrible that they are stuck in a position where they have to expose themselves to make ends meet. I bet if I asked that brunette over there what she wanted to be when she grew up, this wasn't it.
Stetson: Oh, so yer speaking on behalf of all womenfolk, are ya? No? You sayin' they got a voice? Then shut the f*** up and gun your shot, birthday boy.
Taken aback, Dakota drank his glass of Vodka quietly and summoned the well-endowed waitress for another. His dad eyed his choice in beverage with a disapproving gaze, but didn't bring it up.
Stetson: It's an honorable profession, ya know.
Dakota: Huh?? I thought you of all people would have something negative to say about strippers. You're about to fight one, aren't you?
Stetson: Alice Adams ain't a stripper. She's a burlesque dancer.
Hayes drained his whiskey and the serving girl fetched him another after bringing Dakota's Vodka. The 29 year old eyed his old man questioningly. Stetson sighed.
Stetson: Strippers do what they do for the money. It's a job to them. Burlesque dancers do it "for the art". They're the kids that went to college to become Theater majors just to find out they can't act for sh**. See, a stripper is aware they're showing tits to get guys off. They provide a service. Them burlesque people think they're funny walking around in horsesh** it took 'em hours to get into. Burlesque is a waste of stripper stage.
Dakota sipped at his alcohol, wishing his dad would change the subject.
Stetson: Believe me, if you've been a horndog all yer life like your old man, you know the differences. I respect strippers. But let's not get into the details there...
The redneck noticed his ex entering the club. Angie looked around, and shook her head. Stetson flagged her over.
Angie: Of all the gentlemen clubs to bring him to...you chose this one?
Stetson: This'n got history.
Dakota: History? What do you mean by that?
As the serving girl came to take Angela's order, her eyes grew wide.
Waitress: Tasty?? Is that YOU?
Dakota turned to face his mother, and then the lady that had given him his Vodka. His face went from puzzled to horrified at the drop of a hat. Angie bit her lip and turned red. Stetson grinned behind his cup.
Angie: It's err it's good to see you, Sugar Bee.
Waitress: I'm too old for that pole anymore, babe. I go by Carol now. But I must say, you are still lookin' fit.
Angie: Oh thanks! But I quit AAAGESSSS ago. Up and had a kid. This boy right here...it's his birthday!
Angela wrapped an arm around the visibly shaking youth.
Carol: You're a lucky dude to have such cool parents to bring you to a strip club, eh? Handsome too.
Dakota: ...I'm...I'm going to be sick...
The millennial leapt from his chair and sprinted towards the Restrooms. Stetson laughed and glanced at the two ladies. The waitress gingerly refilled their cups and gave Angie and himself alone time.
Stetson: Thems were the days. Me, some no-good rookie rassler with an itch to scratch. You, some leather-clad angel struttin' your stuff to Alannah Myles's "Black Velvet". A jug of Pop's moonshine and the skirt of a local promotion's ring apron made for wild nights. Memories.
Alone With The Minutemen said:
The sounds of hurling echo from the confines of the Men's Room. Dakota prays to God that this is all some fever dream after drinking bad Absolut.
Angie: Did they ever have to end? I can't even remember what it was that drove us apart. We seem to be doing pretty well all things considered. Hell, there are cameras all around us now yet we've never been closer. It's nights like these that make me think there may be more to us. Am I alone in wondering about this?
The South kept his eyes glued to the blackboard on a door. The time was 11:45 PM.
Stetson: OH for f***s sake they're about to close the VIP room. Will you be a dear and make sure the boy gets to the hotel alright? I may be a minute. Yeehaw!
He hopped from the table and made a beeline for the door. His ex-wife sat there, completely stunned.
Angie: Still hard of hearing. F***!
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The wrestler gazed at the camera.
Stetson: I ain't sure how this all works. Maybe you're watching my show before the match, Baby Doll. Maybe it's in the future after we scrap. Either way, there's a lot I gotta say about a gorgeous face like yours.
The Minutemen zoomed out to reveal a rail-thin blonde gyrating in front of him. He sat alone, barely keeping focused on the exotic dancer. Instead, he removed his cowboy hat and sat it by his side.
Stetson: I said some petty things about burlesquers. Truth is, I do respect the profession. Maybe not as much as I do strippers, but still. No matter what, you give men like me a peak at your boobs and for that, I'm thankful. I hadn't the pleasure to see 'em yet, but only time'll tell when I do. Could be when we fight, could be when you make yer entrance, or it could be weeks from now when ya realize you've fallen for a cowboy. Who knows? You're easy on the eyes and I'm a size 16 boot. It's only science.
The southerner shrugged and chuckled. The stripper lifted a glistening leg up and placed it over his shoulder. Stetson Hayes smiled at her, and continued his monologue.
Stetson: Though you may not be so lovey dovey after we tango. You're a clever one - you played dirty and got the win on Anonymous after all. But you're still a dancer first and a rassler last. I can't stand folks like you who come into my sport knowing damn well you're just collecting a paycheck. This business means everything to me! There's nothing for me but home when the show ends. I ain't a g**damn hacker and I don't flip burgers on the side neither. I admire you supporting your kids, I do. I got one meself. But you're as much a rassler as I am a stripper.
The blonde raised her eyebrow, but continued shaking her breasts in Stetson's face. He kept talking - the view was completely blocked off.
Stetson: My Texas Cloverleaf is 2-0 right now. I retired a luchador before even learnin' his name. There's a giant limpin' somewhere who plans to quit soon too. I may not be the smartest or the strongest man on the roster, but I know how to make y'all tap. You pride yerself on being a performer. You gotta move around on a stage, jumpin' and runnin' around like a lunatic. I get it. But all that takes legwork. I ain't as spry as I was years ago, but if I catch one of them shapely legs in my Cloverleaf, well hot damn we gonna dance the night away, aren't we?
His time was coming to an end, so he threw $1 bills at his entertainer. She sighed and collected the money.
Stetson: I got a joke for you, Miss Adams. What d'ya call a Burlesque dancer who can't walk?
He waited a whole minute, just staring at the lens of The Minutemen camera.
Stetson: Let's find out the punchline together.
Stetson Hayes put his hat back on, tipped it at the camera and, in essence, at Baby Doll. He made his exit from the VIP Lounge of The Blue Angel.
Author's Note: Y'all wish NPC Dakota Hayes a Happy Birthday this Friday, y'hear?