Bad Asses

See part 1 for disclaimers and such

Austin sat in a steel folding chair, watching the monitor as the Hardys were in a match with Edge and Christian. He slightly grimaced as Jeff hardy did a high-risk move off the top rope. “Damn.” he whispered. The Hardys quickly ended the match by Matt pinning Christian. Then a knock on the door averted his attention.

He got up and answered it. Taker stood there. “What’s up?” Taker asked. He was dressed in his gear, reading for his match. “Nothing, just watching the TV.”

“Well. I have to go beat up someone. Catch on the flip side, Austin.”

“Yeah, good luck. Bye.”: Taker left. Austin shook his head and closed the door. He went back to his chair.

“American Bad Ass” wailed through the arena as Taker rode his bike down the ramp and circled the ring. He stopped and parked it by the end of it. He got off and slowly made his way into the ring. He started beating on his opponent and finished him off with the Last Ride. He pinned him and the match was over. He got back on his bike and turned the key. He revved it up and rode back up the ramp. He stopped when he got on the stage. He raised his right arm in the air. The crowd went wild. He went backstage.

Austin sat in awe. Taker was very strong. Then a knock came on the door. He got up and answered it. It was Taker again. Sweat glistened off his large arms.

“Hi, may I come in and drink a few beers with ya?” he asked.

“Uhhh...Yeah.” Taker walked in and Austin shut the door. Taker found another chair and sat down in it. Austin found a cooler of beers and brought it over. He opened it and tossed him a beer and got one for himself. Both men opened them and started to drink.

They drank for half an hour. Beer cans were thrown all over the floor and the room stunk of beer. Both of then talked to each other, their speech slurred and laughing like hyenas. They stumbled onto the floor laughing...

 TBC....