Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 4:48:34 GMT -5
“As you know, Lincoln -”
“Linc.”
“I'm sorry?”
“Just Linc.”
“...ooookay. As you know, Linc, the California State Athletic Commission suspends wrestling licenses when a party is involved under investigation for criminal activity, as you are -”
“Was.”
“I'm sorry?”
Linc leaned back in his chair, the two front legs leaving the ground.
“I was. Currently am not.”
“...ooookay. Under criminal investigation as you were. You have applied for reinstatement to the board. Do you care to tell the board exactly why,” she over-pronounced the WH in why, “you were under investigation to begin with?”
Linc put his hands behind his head, eying each of the five members of the California State Athletic Commission panel.
“Well, allegedly…”
--
I stepped off the bus in that depot parking lot into the warm midnight air of Las Vegas in June. Behind me, the driver was beaten and bruised, his blood running down my forearm, covering my fist and the camcorder I carried.
I had the information I needed. I'd beaten the info out of that driver. I knew where I'd find my opponent for that week, some bimbo named Trixie. I knew the gym she trained at and that she'd be there in an hour or two.
So I walked out of that parking lot, right past the security cameras at the entrance. And I walked through the desert until I got to that gym.
And I waited.
And I waited.
And I waited all day in the Nevada heat for Trixie to show up. But she never did. So I left. I left Las Vegas and I left Nevada. I guess there was a warrant out for my arrest at that point but they did a shitty job of finding me.
So I left, because she never showed. She never showed up and so I did the only thing I could. I beat her ass with a wrench the next time I saw her in So-Cal.
--
“So that's what I did, uh, allegedly.”
Linc leaned in resting his forearms on the table in front of him and looking each of the panelists in the eye. One woman in particular looked disturbed.
“Linc, I…”
She struggled to find the words.
“Listen, could I get my license back now? So-Cal wants me back at work on Tuesday night and for once they didn't pair me up with a useless set of tights.
“We might not have the speed or aerial advantage, but we've got strength and striking in spades. My partner is almost a detriment when it comes to matching speed with our opponents, but at the same time, he's gotta be used to everyone being faster than him. He’s gotta know how to combat it at this point.
“It'll be nothing for us to beat them. They're far too outmatched in the intelligence department. See, we're up against a couple dumb-as-fuck keeners; one of 'em I already hanged just last week to become number one contender for the other one's title. Don't know why she would even show up on Tuesday to be honest.
“So, if I could get my license back now…”
The State commissioner was incredulous.
“Your lice - are you kidding me? You just admitted there is a warrant out for your arrest and that you… you hanged someone?”
Linc was annoyed.
“That was sanctioned by So-Cal Ultraviolent and therefore yourselves. And I was under investigation. Not anymore.”
The commissioner shook her head and straightened out her blouse before replying smugly.
“Well then, you're clearly sitting before us today. Why don't you go ahead and tell us just how you got out of these charges…”