Ladders are provided...
Aug 11, 2019 16:47:46 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2019 16:47:46 GMT -6
The pay per view was Vodka and Violence 2010. If you had the chance to witness that card, you saw some crazy shit, of course. It’s NEW. It’s where you want to be if you have any guts. Little old me was only 14 when I begged my mom to order this for me. The fact that I had brought a couple A’s home helped my case. She caved, of course.
I’d watch NEW every time I could catch it on after my work got done, or after soccer practice. To be honest, I had so many favorites I was ready to see fight. However, a “young me” felt drawn to one of their wrestlers at one time. Like my time in soccer, I always fought to prove I belonged where I was at and his fight seemed to be the same. This night provided a moment for me that would stick in the back of my head ever since…
“Jill Mathews: WHAT THE FUCK?!!!
Brandy Boss: Custard Creamer has been eliminated. Your winner, and now the holder of The Silver Suitcase, MATT HAVEN!
(Walters quickly returns to the announcers desk, and puts his headset back on, before Jill slaps him hard across the face.)
Jill Mathews: YOU MISERABLE LITTLE FUCKER, WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!!!
Vince Walters: I DID WHAT NEEDED TO BE DONE! THE REST OF THIS FUCKING ROSTER MIGHT GO EASY ON CUSTARD BUT I’M NOT! I’VE JUST PROVED HIM TO BE THE FRAUD THAT HE IS!”
This may be an unpopular opinion, but I wasn’t upset at what that commentator did. To be honest, I really enjoyed watching Custard Creamer, but Matt Haven’s win made me believe I could prove myself too, just like he did that night. His fight to stay alive and get his first big break was something that inspired me getting on my first travel ball team and fighting for my spot in the starting lineup. However, he didn’t last too long in NEW, sadly. All the dirt sheet reports I’ve dug through all said something about his first run getting spoiled because his girlfriend slept with some other wrestler he was friends with. The second run, however, was foiled by his own doing. Apparently, he had depression issues and sought out help. He’s not really been seen around wrestling since? It’s understandable, I guess…
Okay, so enough about that. After leaving the show in Sioux Falls, home is where I figured I needed to be. Luckily, I found a nice round trip ticket for about two hundred, so I flew home that next morning to Atlanta and then, drove to Columbus. As a kid, plane rides scared the piss out of me. Heights just weren’t my thing, and still aren’t to be frank. As you grow older though, you learn to at least hide those fears. Some do and some don’t.
This ladder match they put me in doesn’t scare me though. In fact, THIS is exactly what I wanted. The opportunity at my first piece of gold in NEW is already here in front of me. The silver briefcase is what led Haven to winning his first championship and I want that for myself. In the back of my head, I’m wondering who’s going to see me in this match and get inspired like I was watching Haven fight in that battle royal? Granted, he ain’t have to fight with ladders like I will. However, this won’t be my first encounter with them.
Ladders hurt like a bitch. My parents would get upset cause when I was about 13, we had a trampoline and, of course, me and the friends I had would go wrestle on it. It got to a point where we started incorporating this old table we used for yard sales and my dad’s painter’s ladder. We did these little ladder matches were almost every time, I’d be the one to take the bumps with the ladder hitting me. My friends were only comfortable with falling off it. Always knowing wrestling is what I wanted to do, I felt like I need to feel the pain of it sooner or later. It was only a matter of time. They thought I was kind of weird after that.
My opponents in this match don’t really know me, nor do I know some of them. That is completely fine with me. The less they know what I can do, the better. They only saw a glimpse against Molly. They did see that I refuse to stay down. Ultimately, this ladder match is me finally getting my chance to show every single soul in the audience watching that
1) Joe August ain’t a fluke…
2) Nor a push over, and most importantly…
3) I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes in the ring to pay my rent, because being a 23 year old adult living on his own is hard out here at times.
A man’s got to eat. My parents ain’t really able to help me financially with my endeavors, but it’s all good. They raised me well enough for me to be able to provide for myself. Believe me, there’s been some hard times, but that’s life. To be honest, my life got better once I started working harder at it. Now I got a place to stay because of getting signed and my past employment. Retail suck though. It’s a highly recommended thing to stay away from. If you want a job, that’s the last option you go to.
Vander was pretty hyped up about the autograph I got for him. Even though it wasn’t Molly’s, which I doubt she would’ve given it to me after she was fired publicly and lost to yours truly, he was still happy because of the simple fact that she was hot. He loved that she wrote his name and said “love, Brandy” with a winking face. Vander was satisfied as you can see. He said he appreciated it so much that he wanted to get me a surprise? I wonder…
“Joeeeeee, you on the way yet bruh?” Vander said once I picked up my phone.
He sent me a text 30 mins ago telling me to meet him at Lowe’s down on Veteran’s Parkway. I wasn’t doing shit today anyways. My plans were to chill and play a little video games after the gym. Vander was probably going to stop by my place later to play. My place, by the way, is at the Lofts downtown in Columbus. Nice place, decent rent, and a big living room. However, it’s pretty far from away from the Lowe’s. I just threw on a shirt, some adidas shorts, and headed out the door. When Vander called, I was about eight minutes away still.
“Yeah man. I’m almost there. You know how these lights be, taking forever and shit to change. What you wanna meet at Lowe’s for anyway?” I said as I was trying to remember the last time I went to Lowe’s and merging over to the right lane in my red Corolla.
“Bruhhh, you’ll see!! Stop asking and just come on!”
“Alright alright bruh. Imma text you when I’m pulling in the lot.”
“Cool bruh, let me know.” He said as the call ended. It’s pretty hot out here. My AC in my car ain’t doing much right now. That was what I meant by hard times earlier. I have to get this AC fixed. No good AC in your car in Georgia is a miserable experience.
After getting though one last intersection, I made the turn into Lowe’s and park. As soon as I get out the car, I see Vander by the entrance and start walking up there. Vander, for those who don’t know, is a big dude. The weather here is so hot at times that Vander is forced to where a tank top, which he doesn’t like because he’s forced to show his girth to the world. Poor guy.
“Yooo my boy, it’s bout time! Had me out here burning calories standing all this time!” He shouted.
“Bro chill, you could sat in your car? At least, you got cold air in yours.”
“True, but I ain’t tryna have my nips get all hard in this tank bruh. That’s a bad move.” I laughed as Vander explained.
“Alright bruh, so what you got me here for?” I asked as we made our way inside. Vander looked at me confused.
“You still haven’t figured it out? Man, I asked you to come to a hardware store. We shopping, obviously!”
“But what for bruh? You need something?” I said. Vander shakes his head like he’s disappointed.
“No my boy!! YOU need something! We gonna find your ass a ladder for your match!”
“Bro they’re gonna have ladders there for us. What the hell man, it ain’t like byob! This ain’t a frat party!”
“Bruh I’m tryna help you win!! Chill, you’ll see what I’m talking bout. Besides, what you did for me, helping me find the love of my life...”
“You can’t be talking about that autograph from Brandy?” I said as I knew that’s what he meant.
“Bruh yesssss, forget that other girl you showed me, she’s the one.” He said as I laugh a bit. We continue walking to where the ladders are at. It looks like a older man who’s a painter, by how he’s dressed, is over there looking at prices. A light bulb goes off in my head and immediately goes off because THEY HAVE LADDERS AT THE EVENT. What does he not understand?
“Alright bruh, which one you see yourself climbing?” He asked.
“The ones at the event.” I said quickly.
“Bruhhhh c’mon man, it ain’t like you finna buy it.”
“And you shouldn’t buy it either bruh, there’s ladders provided!! Imma just use those!”
“But bruh, you missing the point…what if we graffiti a ladder for you to use?? Something to make you stand out! I was gonna pimp that bitch out!! Then, since you short and all, you might as well use a twelve foot ladder or something? I dunno bruh I’m just tryna help.” He said as the painter looking at prices looks our way and says…
“Get a Werner, best damn ladder I’ve used.” The painter said.
“Well if that’s the case, why you looking at other ones..?” Vander replied. The painter walked a little closer to us. He chuckled a little.
“If I had the money right now, I would. My company I work for gives us Werners, but I need a new ladder for my side jobs. Them Werners can be pricey.” He said as I glanced over to the price listed on the ten foot.
“Two hundred dollars?!?” I blurted out as Vander turned to me.
“The fuck? I thought they was like maybe fifty bruh on my momma.” He said.
“Y’all painting?” The painter asked.
“Nah bruh, my boy here a wrestler. He got a ladder match coming up. I was tryna help him out, but I dunno now. Shit, these things expensive and I don’t get paid til next week.” Vander said as the painter’s eyes widen.
“Now I love me some mud wrestling, but a ladder match? What the hell is that??”
Before Vander could reply, I just start to walk off irritated. I could have been at my place, nice and cool, playing some games. Instead, my time was wasted driving in the heat cause someone ain’t want to look up prices before his bright idea. Vander was still talking to the guy as I was walking.
“Bruh! Hold up!! He saying there’s another place we can find some like that but...” Vander said trying to get me to come back.
“THEY’LL HAVE THAT SHIT AT THE EVENT!” I yelled as I kept walking to the exit, annoyed. Vander threw up his arms in the background looking upset.
I can’t wait to get home…
I’d watch NEW every time I could catch it on after my work got done, or after soccer practice. To be honest, I had so many favorites I was ready to see fight. However, a “young me” felt drawn to one of their wrestlers at one time. Like my time in soccer, I always fought to prove I belonged where I was at and his fight seemed to be the same. This night provided a moment for me that would stick in the back of my head ever since…
“Jill Mathews: WHAT THE FUCK?!!!
Brandy Boss: Custard Creamer has been eliminated. Your winner, and now the holder of The Silver Suitcase, MATT HAVEN!
(Walters quickly returns to the announcers desk, and puts his headset back on, before Jill slaps him hard across the face.)
Jill Mathews: YOU MISERABLE LITTLE FUCKER, WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!!!
Vince Walters: I DID WHAT NEEDED TO BE DONE! THE REST OF THIS FUCKING ROSTER MIGHT GO EASY ON CUSTARD BUT I’M NOT! I’VE JUST PROVED HIM TO BE THE FRAUD THAT HE IS!”
This may be an unpopular opinion, but I wasn’t upset at what that commentator did. To be honest, I really enjoyed watching Custard Creamer, but Matt Haven’s win made me believe I could prove myself too, just like he did that night. His fight to stay alive and get his first big break was something that inspired me getting on my first travel ball team and fighting for my spot in the starting lineup. However, he didn’t last too long in NEW, sadly. All the dirt sheet reports I’ve dug through all said something about his first run getting spoiled because his girlfriend slept with some other wrestler he was friends with. The second run, however, was foiled by his own doing. Apparently, he had depression issues and sought out help. He’s not really been seen around wrestling since? It’s understandable, I guess…
Okay, so enough about that. After leaving the show in Sioux Falls, home is where I figured I needed to be. Luckily, I found a nice round trip ticket for about two hundred, so I flew home that next morning to Atlanta and then, drove to Columbus. As a kid, plane rides scared the piss out of me. Heights just weren’t my thing, and still aren’t to be frank. As you grow older though, you learn to at least hide those fears. Some do and some don’t.
This ladder match they put me in doesn’t scare me though. In fact, THIS is exactly what I wanted. The opportunity at my first piece of gold in NEW is already here in front of me. The silver briefcase is what led Haven to winning his first championship and I want that for myself. In the back of my head, I’m wondering who’s going to see me in this match and get inspired like I was watching Haven fight in that battle royal? Granted, he ain’t have to fight with ladders like I will. However, this won’t be my first encounter with them.
Ladders hurt like a bitch. My parents would get upset cause when I was about 13, we had a trampoline and, of course, me and the friends I had would go wrestle on it. It got to a point where we started incorporating this old table we used for yard sales and my dad’s painter’s ladder. We did these little ladder matches were almost every time, I’d be the one to take the bumps with the ladder hitting me. My friends were only comfortable with falling off it. Always knowing wrestling is what I wanted to do, I felt like I need to feel the pain of it sooner or later. It was only a matter of time. They thought I was kind of weird after that.
My opponents in this match don’t really know me, nor do I know some of them. That is completely fine with me. The less they know what I can do, the better. They only saw a glimpse against Molly. They did see that I refuse to stay down. Ultimately, this ladder match is me finally getting my chance to show every single soul in the audience watching that
1) Joe August ain’t a fluke…
2) Nor a push over, and most importantly…
3) I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes in the ring to pay my rent, because being a 23 year old adult living on his own is hard out here at times.
A man’s got to eat. My parents ain’t really able to help me financially with my endeavors, but it’s all good. They raised me well enough for me to be able to provide for myself. Believe me, there’s been some hard times, but that’s life. To be honest, my life got better once I started working harder at it. Now I got a place to stay because of getting signed and my past employment. Retail suck though. It’s a highly recommended thing to stay away from. If you want a job, that’s the last option you go to.
Vander was pretty hyped up about the autograph I got for him. Even though it wasn’t Molly’s, which I doubt she would’ve given it to me after she was fired publicly and lost to yours truly, he was still happy because of the simple fact that she was hot. He loved that she wrote his name and said “love, Brandy” with a winking face. Vander was satisfied as you can see. He said he appreciated it so much that he wanted to get me a surprise? I wonder…
“Joeeeeee, you on the way yet bruh?” Vander said once I picked up my phone.
He sent me a text 30 mins ago telling me to meet him at Lowe’s down on Veteran’s Parkway. I wasn’t doing shit today anyways. My plans were to chill and play a little video games after the gym. Vander was probably going to stop by my place later to play. My place, by the way, is at the Lofts downtown in Columbus. Nice place, decent rent, and a big living room. However, it’s pretty far from away from the Lowe’s. I just threw on a shirt, some adidas shorts, and headed out the door. When Vander called, I was about eight minutes away still.
“Yeah man. I’m almost there. You know how these lights be, taking forever and shit to change. What you wanna meet at Lowe’s for anyway?” I said as I was trying to remember the last time I went to Lowe’s and merging over to the right lane in my red Corolla.
“Bruhhh, you’ll see!! Stop asking and just come on!”
“Alright alright bruh. Imma text you when I’m pulling in the lot.”
“Cool bruh, let me know.” He said as the call ended. It’s pretty hot out here. My AC in my car ain’t doing much right now. That was what I meant by hard times earlier. I have to get this AC fixed. No good AC in your car in Georgia is a miserable experience.
After getting though one last intersection, I made the turn into Lowe’s and park. As soon as I get out the car, I see Vander by the entrance and start walking up there. Vander, for those who don’t know, is a big dude. The weather here is so hot at times that Vander is forced to where a tank top, which he doesn’t like because he’s forced to show his girth to the world. Poor guy.
“Yooo my boy, it’s bout time! Had me out here burning calories standing all this time!” He shouted.
“Bro chill, you could sat in your car? At least, you got cold air in yours.”
“True, but I ain’t tryna have my nips get all hard in this tank bruh. That’s a bad move.” I laughed as Vander explained.
“Alright bruh, so what you got me here for?” I asked as we made our way inside. Vander looked at me confused.
“You still haven’t figured it out? Man, I asked you to come to a hardware store. We shopping, obviously!”
“But what for bruh? You need something?” I said. Vander shakes his head like he’s disappointed.
“No my boy!! YOU need something! We gonna find your ass a ladder for your match!”
“Bro they’re gonna have ladders there for us. What the hell man, it ain’t like byob! This ain’t a frat party!”
“Bruh I’m tryna help you win!! Chill, you’ll see what I’m talking bout. Besides, what you did for me, helping me find the love of my life...”
“You can’t be talking about that autograph from Brandy?” I said as I knew that’s what he meant.
“Bruh yesssss, forget that other girl you showed me, she’s the one.” He said as I laugh a bit. We continue walking to where the ladders are at. It looks like a older man who’s a painter, by how he’s dressed, is over there looking at prices. A light bulb goes off in my head and immediately goes off because THEY HAVE LADDERS AT THE EVENT. What does he not understand?
“Alright bruh, which one you see yourself climbing?” He asked.
“The ones at the event.” I said quickly.
“Bruhhhh c’mon man, it ain’t like you finna buy it.”
“And you shouldn’t buy it either bruh, there’s ladders provided!! Imma just use those!”
“But bruh, you missing the point…what if we graffiti a ladder for you to use?? Something to make you stand out! I was gonna pimp that bitch out!! Then, since you short and all, you might as well use a twelve foot ladder or something? I dunno bruh I’m just tryna help.” He said as the painter looking at prices looks our way and says…
“Get a Werner, best damn ladder I’ve used.” The painter said.
“Well if that’s the case, why you looking at other ones..?” Vander replied. The painter walked a little closer to us. He chuckled a little.
“If I had the money right now, I would. My company I work for gives us Werners, but I need a new ladder for my side jobs. Them Werners can be pricey.” He said as I glanced over to the price listed on the ten foot.
“Two hundred dollars?!?” I blurted out as Vander turned to me.
“The fuck? I thought they was like maybe fifty bruh on my momma.” He said.
“Y’all painting?” The painter asked.
“Nah bruh, my boy here a wrestler. He got a ladder match coming up. I was tryna help him out, but I dunno now. Shit, these things expensive and I don’t get paid til next week.” Vander said as the painter’s eyes widen.
“Now I love me some mud wrestling, but a ladder match? What the hell is that??”
Before Vander could reply, I just start to walk off irritated. I could have been at my place, nice and cool, playing some games. Instead, my time was wasted driving in the heat cause someone ain’t want to look up prices before his bright idea. Vander was still talking to the guy as I was walking.
“Bruh! Hold up!! He saying there’s another place we can find some like that but...” Vander said trying to get me to come back.
“THEY’LL HAVE THAT SHIT AT THE EVENT!” I yelled as I kept walking to the exit, annoyed. Vander threw up his arms in the background looking upset.
I can’t wait to get home…