Ain’t That A Bitch?

Characters: Josh Boodreau, KAZURA Maeda, AKIRA Motosu, Jesse Pearson, & Polar

Pandemonium exploded throughout the HSBC Arena in Buffalo, New York as the infamous RaveTron flashed to life. Promptly, the jubilation evaporated into thin air as jeers overwhelmed the masses. One of Jolt Wrestling’s more renowned hated stars had graced the audience with his presence as he made his way through the set of double doors leading into the coliseum. His pace was swift as it was obvious he was on a quest to seek a certain someone.

This individual was none other than the Iceman himself, Polar. A lone Jolt Wrestling production assistant made way for the irritated brute before being knocked down onto his posterior, courtesy of a vigorous shoulder block. No one was going to step in his way as he embarked onto his journey.

“S… Sorry,” the production assistant muttered, looking up from the concrete floor into Polar’s deep, chilling blue eyes.

“Shut up,” was the simple response the Alaskan Assassin returned to the unfortunate production assistant’s apologetic mannerism.

Continuing his brisk stride, Polar rounded a corner before running into an invisible roadblock. He stood rooted to the spot, stunned and taken aback at what had just prevented him from advancing forward. However, the imperceptible obstruction became perceptible as a voice piped up —

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

The head of Polar craned down to seek the source of the audible voice. Standing at 5’8” tall, it was none other than one half of the Pearson Boys, Jesse Pearson.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Polar responded remorsefully, “I didn’t see you there little guy.”

He extended a hand to the seated Pearson Boy and lifted him to his feet.

“It’s no prob’. Maybe you shouldn’t walk with your head so high. That way, you can see little guys like me,” Jesse replied.

“You know what? You’re absolutely right.”

A wicked grin curled at the edge of Polar’s lips before he reared back and swept Jesse Pearson clean from his feet to the ground with a nearly decapitating clothesline. Polar marveled at the sight of Pearson corkscrewing in midair before crashing with a dull thud to the concrete ground. Polar lowered his head to witness the destruction he had just caused.

“Am I looking low enough for you now?” he queried, the immoral grin more present than before. “Good.”

As he continued on his expedition, he planted his right foot into the sternum of Jesse Pearson before making headway toward the nearby restroom vicinities. Just as he was about to enter, AKIRA Motosu and KAZURA Maeda, the Nagoya Triad, departed from the little boy’s room themselves. They both seemed intent on continuing a rather profound conversation in their native tongue of Japanese.

“F[BEEP!]king chinks,” Polar muttered under his breath as he decided against going into the lavatory. “They should all hop the border and try to fit in with the spics. Speaking of chinks, spics, border hopping, and Mexico alike . . . where the hell is that piece of crap Sylo at anyway? I’m not too concerned on finding him. It’s just Kaze I want to rip apart. Stupid prick should’ve never pinned me at the Retort.”

As the Iceman found himself looking to head ringside, he was instantly stopped at the Gorilla position. By what, you may ask? It was actually a matter of whom. For it was none other than Jolt Wrestling’s most irritating interviewer, Josh Boodreau.

“Wow, Polar. You’re back?”

Polar, in turn, stared blankly at the short man who dared to speak to him.

“As a matter of fact, Captain f[BEEP!]king Obvious, I am. You know, I’m not exactly in the best of moods at the moment, Josh. So a short ass nuisance like you shouldn’t exactly be pestering a well-over six-foot behemoth such as myself. Comprende, amigo? Oh hell. Now the chinks have me speaking in Spanish.”

It was Boodreau’s chance to return a blank stare as he was obviously confused.

“Uh… anyway. Rumor had it you were out for a medical reason.”

Polar cocked his head to the side before lunging at Boodreau.

“One would assume after taking a hit from Sylo like I did, that you people around here constantly on your slothful, fat asses would give a guy a week off without spilling rumors about being fired. Or walking out. Or pulling a move like a recent illustrious big name did.”

His sarcasm washed over every word, sinking deep within the depths of Boodreau’s simple mind.

“W… We just care, Polar,” Boodreau managed to get out.

Polar only chuckled in return.

“You f[BEEP!]king people care about ratings, period.”

He glanced around, obviously looking for something. However, what it was he was looking for was not apparent at this point in time.

“Since you are here, you backstage gremlin… you seen Kaze or Sylo? I have some unfinished business. Particularly with Ken.”

“No.”

“Then why the f[BEEP!]k are you in my way?!”

With a roar, Polar shoved Josh Boodreau right out of his way before disappearing into the bowels of the stadium with one goal on his mind: To find Ken Kaze. He had implied he wanted no part of Sylo, especially after being at the Superbeast’s mercy at the recent pay-per-view extravaganza. He would take out all of his frustrations on one man, and one man only. Conclusively, that would mean the Hero of Hardcore would be the victim of both of the human monstrosities.

As the infamous saying goes: Ain’t that a bitch?