Part Three: The Rise of the Horsemen
We need 2 meet. My place. Outlaw
The text message was unexpected. The acrimony between “The Outlaw” John Rocha and myself has been well documented. The betrayal was one of the big moments of the past, but I was definitely curious.
I had been avoiding the Collider studios basically since the accident with the wheel (CURSE YOU, FESTIVAL DARLINGS!!!). I heard that the place has descended into chaos since the re-arrival of Finstock. The good guys of the Schmoedown were trying to keep their heads down while the group of villains, the Lion’s Den, Team Action, The Kingsmen, dominated the scene, by any means necessary. Seeing the once proud program turning into the $64,000 Question was sad to think about…so, I tried not too.
But, heck, I was curious to hear what Rocha had to say… growl, growl… I decided to meet with him.
I arrived at Rocha’s place early and saw that I was not alone. Matt Knost, Rocha’s comrade in Team Top 10 was there as well.
“Bibs,” said Rocha, his typical black cowboy hat placed upon his head in Outlaw style. “Good to see you.”
Rocha extended his hand as if he wanted to shake it.
“Growl, growl,” I said, still not trusting him. Our relationship was cantankerous to say the least. I was never a fan of the way he treated me when I was a member of the 4 Horsemen and he did not appreciate my betraying him.
“I get it. I get it. We have had our troubles,” Rocha said. “But you know that I always came at you face to face. Straight shooter! Like a man. Not like what has happened to the Schmoedown since that idiot Finstock has taken over.”
“We thought before was a problem, but it isn’t even real now. It is full WWE mode now,” said Knost.
“You lost an eye. I work there every day… you don’t know what it is like. He makes us all wear those stupid beard masks on every video we make,” said Rocha. “Kristian is gone. Ellis is performing at a comedy club in Pomona. The Fyffe Club hasn’t been booked for weeks. I haven’t seen Rachel in weeks. Someone has to save the Schmoedown.”
“What exactly are you saying?”
Rocha stuck up four fingers. Knost followed suit.
“It’s time to save the Schmoedown. It’s time for the Horsemen to ride again. We need you Beast. Join us and together we can put things right again.”
Rocha was always a good talker, so full of passion.
“I don’t know Rocha,” I said. “How am I supposed to believe that this time will be any different than the last time?”
Rocha nodded. He seemed to understand what I was asking. He had made the face turn, but I never really believed it. Not until he made the ultimate offer.
“Here,” The Outlaw said, removing his black hat and handing it to me.
My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had wanted that hat. It represented the character of the Outlaw and here was John Rocha willingly giving it up to me. I took it from him with an unapologetic quivering hand and placed the hat on my head. Oh, it felt so good.
“Growl, growl?” Rocha said.
“You said it!” I replied. “But there is still only three of us. Will there be a fourth Horseman?”
“Of course,” said another voice from the other room. JTE walked in, four fingers extended on his right hand.
I had hope for the first time in quite a while.
Unfortunately, it was short lived.
To Be Continued
Part 4: A Dark Turn