Mad Dog was in a foul mood. To say he wasn't crazy about the idea of losing the championship--especially to me--had to be the understatement of the century.He'd come back from his leave of absence meaner than ever. Between you and me, I didn't think that was even possible.
"I may have to let you have it, but I don't have to make it easy for you, Cantwell," he growled as he yanked open his locker. "You just might be having your victory party in the hospital."
I laughed, even though a part of me thought the douchebag might be serious. "Just don't forget your trunks this time," Paulie told him. "I can take a lot of abuse, but the sight of your junk flappin' around in the wake of a body slam would be cruel and unusual punishment."
Mad Dog looked at him, eyes narrowed--and growled!
Dan and J.J. came into the locker room. "Hey, Mad Dog--goin' commando for the TV cameras tonight?" Dan asked as he dropped his duffel on the bench.
J.J. laughed, too. "Nobody saw anything last time," he said, pulling off his shirt. "The camera crew would have had to have at least one camera on zoom to catch anything that small--"
Before he could finish, Mad Dog grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, almost choking him. It took both Paulie and me to pull him off our brother. "Let him go, you stupid dick!" Paulie yelled.
He reluctantly released J.J. and turned his venom on me. "It would be worth getting fired just to be able to keep you from getting this." He snatched up the championship belt and shoved it in my face for a minute, then pulled it away and headed for the exit.
"Like you could!" Paulie called after him.
J.J. looked at me, worried. "He's a powder keg tonight," he said. "You better be careful out there."
"Think he meant it?" Dan wondered aloud.
I tried to shrug it off. But I was wondering, too.Truth was, I was scared to death. What idiot decided I should be the top contender? Oh, yeah. The head writer. What's his name again?
It was no secret that Mad Dog and his manager, a loudmouthed, brain-dead moron who looked more like Jabba the Hut than a real human being, had vehemently protested the relinquishment of the belt. They'd tell anybody who'd listen that Mad Dog was getting screwed.
Personally, I thought that would make Mad Dog happy. That's the closest to screwed he's ever gonna get.
Author's Note: I also posted an installment of the rebooted An Army of Angels. Check it out!