Post by themorbidwolf on Apr 18, 2024 3:56:13 GMT -6
NEW LAST WEEK (PREVIOUSLY RECORDED)
I'm sitting in an NEW locker room after my first official match back, and I won't lie. When you're six years away from fifty, you really recognize that your time left in the ring is limited. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. It's easy for your mind to wander about what your next step will be. If I've learned anything from this business, its that you have to expect the unexpected. I also had this pit in my stomach that I had some very bad news coming. I could hear some foot steps approaching. They were heavy as if somebody had just changed out of their wrestling boots into something like heavy duty commercial work boots, or cowboy boots. As the steps continued to get closer, the deeper the pit got. The door knob began to turn to reveal who was stomping down the hall. As the door opened it was revealed to be none other than Jesse Styles.
I heard him demand his personal camera operator swing the shot over to me, and it was at the moment I knew I was on the right track. The right track eventually being that I would reveal my own custom X-Kore Championship. Before anybody freaks the fuck out it is branded with New Edge Wrestling so of course they'd have to recognize it. The flustered NEW camera man immediaetly swings the camera shot over to me. You will notice the cuts, and bruises all over my upper body from my first match back. I guess Jesse loves delivering bad news. That was the only reason I could think of for a personal visit.
Jesse Styles: "Good show out there Dave, but I just got the card for next week. Its you versus Bianca Davis. If you have any doubts about facing a woman I suggest you get the fuck over them right now. Also if you win, you'll get a future X-Core Title shot. I don't know how long you plan on being champion for, should some obstacle prevent you from getting there, and if you win. Well, you can address the audience but I'm sure you're well aware how much harder it gets once the competition hears of your success.""
David Francis: "Jesse, no offense, but right now I'm beat the fuck up. I'm planning on getting a massage after I leave here, and don't worry. As I've said before I'm an equal opportunity ass kicker. Male, or female. Win or lose, if you cross the path, or the ladder to success you're going to find out its a lot worse than your peers have made it to be."
Jesse Styles: "Well, just make sure that road doesn't become so jagged that it no longer has a place for you."
David Francis: "What the actual fuck!" "Is that a threat Jesse?"
Jesse Styles: "No threat." "Just a few words of wisdom."
I then stand, obviously not convinced as I push past Jesse, as his personal camera man stands with his mouth wide open. Like his personal camera man was awaiting to be cast in his first porno. But I didn't have any time to make fun of that. I was hurting, and I needed the rest for Bianca Davis.
Present Day: One day before deadline
3:05 AM
I arrive at the hotel, and as I enter my hotel room in Pittsburgh, PA, and immediately leave my luggage beside the entrance of the bathroom, taking a couple of steps then falling on the bed as if I haven't slept in decades.
[ I don't remember the exact year but I do remember a lesser forgotten time where the interest did not exist. My brothers house was once my grandparents house. My dad lived there, my mom, and my little brother. Before the growth spurt happened. At this moment I'm grounded, and I've committed what will be one of the craziest moments in my life. I called my grandmother to hopefully spend the night over at my grand ma's.]
David Lee (my dad): Wayne, you're grounded, and when you're in trouble you're not going to be rewarded over the weekend. I can't whip you with the belt any more, because you don't learn a goddamned thing!
Me: I just want to go there for the weekend, and I'll be back home after to finish out my sentence.
Dad: No, that isn't going to work, I'm going to ground you for another week for disobeying.
[Just then there is a knock at the front door, and I answer it, and inform my grandmother that I won't be going over there for the night, much less the weekend, and she leaves. I then inform my dad my grandma Margie came over and I told her I wasn't going to her house for the night. I then go to sit on the porch, as my dad comes out again to berate me for just wanting to go where I am welcome. Thats when we see my grandma come back with a silver thirty five caliber revolver in her hand. My dad's eyes widen as the following happens]
Grandma Margie: Looky what I have here. I'm going to blow your motherfucking nuts off.
Dad: Margie, I'm asking you nicely to leave or else I'm going to call the cops!
Grandma Margie: Well call them then.
[My grandma then leaves, and comes back when the cops get there and she takes a seat in a chair on a darkened porch. Myself, and my dad look every where for the thirty five caliber pistol, but its nowhere to be found. The cops then tell us that my dad, and my grandmother have to work it out, and if one of they have to come back, then somebody is going to jail. I walk inside, so does my grandma, and my dad comes inside of the dining room from the kitchen. My grandma is sitting on a rearranged couch against the wall by the AC wall unit.]
Dad: What the hell is wrong with you Margie? I feel like I could pick up a kitchen chair, and beat you with it.
Grandma Margie: I wish you would...
[My dad grabs the chair from the kitchen, bringing it in to the dining room. He then raises the chair like he is debating bringing it down on my grandma. But continues to hold it above her while screaming at her face. Eventually, I get my wish, and I'm heading to my grandma's for the night. I gather my things, and as I'm heading outside I see my brother, and his friend next door. Each of them both inform me that my grandma is fucking nuts.]
I wake up drenched in sweat as I arise getting out of bed. Who knew that childhood trauma sticks with you even after your grandma has past? Before you answer this is a rhetorical question. I'm sitting up with my hands covering my face wiping away the sweat from my face. Slowly standing I make my way to the bathroom pushing my luggage out of the way. I close the door, but it almost sounds as if the door is slamming.
The hot water feels good on my face as I let out a sigh of relief. I'll never forget the feeling of slowly pulling of those heavy leather combat mitts as my hands were dripping sweat. By the way, because it is of the utmost importance, I feel like I'm eighteen again. Feels like old times even though its not. Out of the shower, I'm now wearing a black Punisher shirt, and a pair of red flannel sleep pants.
"Bianca, before I get to the reason our paths have unfortunately crossed, I've just got to let you know that Blair Buchanan, and I have quite the history inside of that squared circle. To be quite honest she's won most of the wars, but some time somebody has your number. It's just a fact of life you have to deal with. With that being said I've got nothing but respect for Blair Buchanan. There was a time I invited all of my collateral damage to converge upon life as if it was a drug I could never get enough of. Fortunately for you though, and for the rest of the NEW those times have passed."
"I'll also tell you that you if you think you're just going to display your bragging rights all across Hollywood then you better think again. Your handlers are idiots while they make every excuse in the book for you. I honestly thought better of Hollywood since most of my favorite movies were made there. Now that we've gotten what we think of each out of the way allow me to let you know just who you're in the ring with."
"The nickname I came up with myself carries a lot of nostalgia. Both good, bad, and the down right infamous. You're sharing the ring with a well traveled, determined, and grizzled old vet. I'm also a former World Champion as well. I've held more World Championships than you can imagine. Nobody will ever be able to take this accomplishments from me. I didn't have to start in the X-Core division. But, I was always taught when you come back you start from the bottom. My original creative plans fell through. I was the one who made the ultimate decision to come back as myself instead of going through the motions any other way. So your thought process of me being taken down, or not being representative of a true champion shows you're completely delusional, and you are going to have to find another way to the TA Championship. I'm going to lock in my future shot at the NEW X-Core Championship. Because to be quite honest what do you deserve? I'll tell you exactly what you deserve. You deserve to get red in the face as another shot at Blair goes up in smoke. Just like the rest of your dreams and accomplishments. I think its safe to say you're not as good as you thought you were. Also, you can't scare this Mississippi kid off either. To be clear with you its not a male or female thing. This is simply for my own pleasure. I might be forced into doing somebody else's dirty work but for this week I'll be more than happy doing it. The reasons will soon become clear, and I will be headed toward my own killing trauma's tour."
"This event being called War Games is very interesting to me. You should be fully aware that when it comes to war I don't play games. Let's see if for once you can take responsibility for your loss. If you can't that's not my problem. Because here is a spoiler alert I will be the next NEW X-Core Champion. While you figure out why it continues to go wrong!"
I look at the alarm clock noticing what time it is. I need some rest, and only have a short time after to make my last minute preparations. I will also get a sneak peak at my new gear, and maybe a time table on when I'll get to debut it.
I'm sitting in an NEW locker room after my first official match back, and I won't lie. When you're six years away from fifty, you really recognize that your time left in the ring is limited. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. It's easy for your mind to wander about what your next step will be. If I've learned anything from this business, its that you have to expect the unexpected. I also had this pit in my stomach that I had some very bad news coming. I could hear some foot steps approaching. They were heavy as if somebody had just changed out of their wrestling boots into something like heavy duty commercial work boots, or cowboy boots. As the steps continued to get closer, the deeper the pit got. The door knob began to turn to reveal who was stomping down the hall. As the door opened it was revealed to be none other than Jesse Styles.
I heard him demand his personal camera operator swing the shot over to me, and it was at the moment I knew I was on the right track. The right track eventually being that I would reveal my own custom X-Kore Championship. Before anybody freaks the fuck out it is branded with New Edge Wrestling so of course they'd have to recognize it. The flustered NEW camera man immediaetly swings the camera shot over to me. You will notice the cuts, and bruises all over my upper body from my first match back. I guess Jesse loves delivering bad news. That was the only reason I could think of for a personal visit.
Jesse Styles: "Good show out there Dave, but I just got the card for next week. Its you versus Bianca Davis. If you have any doubts about facing a woman I suggest you get the fuck over them right now. Also if you win, you'll get a future X-Core Title shot. I don't know how long you plan on being champion for, should some obstacle prevent you from getting there, and if you win. Well, you can address the audience but I'm sure you're well aware how much harder it gets once the competition hears of your success.""
David Francis: "Jesse, no offense, but right now I'm beat the fuck up. I'm planning on getting a massage after I leave here, and don't worry. As I've said before I'm an equal opportunity ass kicker. Male, or female. Win or lose, if you cross the path, or the ladder to success you're going to find out its a lot worse than your peers have made it to be."
Jesse Styles: "Well, just make sure that road doesn't become so jagged that it no longer has a place for you."
David Francis: "What the actual fuck!" "Is that a threat Jesse?"
Jesse Styles: "No threat." "Just a few words of wisdom."
I then stand, obviously not convinced as I push past Jesse, as his personal camera man stands with his mouth wide open. Like his personal camera man was awaiting to be cast in his first porno. But I didn't have any time to make fun of that. I was hurting, and I needed the rest for Bianca Davis.
Present Day: One day before deadline
3:05 AM
I arrive at the hotel, and as I enter my hotel room in Pittsburgh, PA, and immediately leave my luggage beside the entrance of the bathroom, taking a couple of steps then falling on the bed as if I haven't slept in decades.
[ I don't remember the exact year but I do remember a lesser forgotten time where the interest did not exist. My brothers house was once my grandparents house. My dad lived there, my mom, and my little brother. Before the growth spurt happened. At this moment I'm grounded, and I've committed what will be one of the craziest moments in my life. I called my grandmother to hopefully spend the night over at my grand ma's.]
David Lee (my dad): Wayne, you're grounded, and when you're in trouble you're not going to be rewarded over the weekend. I can't whip you with the belt any more, because you don't learn a goddamned thing!
Me: I just want to go there for the weekend, and I'll be back home after to finish out my sentence.
Dad: No, that isn't going to work, I'm going to ground you for another week for disobeying.
[Just then there is a knock at the front door, and I answer it, and inform my grandmother that I won't be going over there for the night, much less the weekend, and she leaves. I then inform my dad my grandma Margie came over and I told her I wasn't going to her house for the night. I then go to sit on the porch, as my dad comes out again to berate me for just wanting to go where I am welcome. Thats when we see my grandma come back with a silver thirty five caliber revolver in her hand. My dad's eyes widen as the following happens]
Grandma Margie: Looky what I have here. I'm going to blow your motherfucking nuts off.
Dad: Margie, I'm asking you nicely to leave or else I'm going to call the cops!
Grandma Margie: Well call them then.
[My grandma then leaves, and comes back when the cops get there and she takes a seat in a chair on a darkened porch. Myself, and my dad look every where for the thirty five caliber pistol, but its nowhere to be found. The cops then tell us that my dad, and my grandmother have to work it out, and if one of they have to come back, then somebody is going to jail. I walk inside, so does my grandma, and my dad comes inside of the dining room from the kitchen. My grandma is sitting on a rearranged couch against the wall by the AC wall unit.]
Dad: What the hell is wrong with you Margie? I feel like I could pick up a kitchen chair, and beat you with it.
Grandma Margie: I wish you would...
[My dad grabs the chair from the kitchen, bringing it in to the dining room. He then raises the chair like he is debating bringing it down on my grandma. But continues to hold it above her while screaming at her face. Eventually, I get my wish, and I'm heading to my grandma's for the night. I gather my things, and as I'm heading outside I see my brother, and his friend next door. Each of them both inform me that my grandma is fucking nuts.]
I wake up drenched in sweat as I arise getting out of bed. Who knew that childhood trauma sticks with you even after your grandma has past? Before you answer this is a rhetorical question. I'm sitting up with my hands covering my face wiping away the sweat from my face. Slowly standing I make my way to the bathroom pushing my luggage out of the way. I close the door, but it almost sounds as if the door is slamming.
The hot water feels good on my face as I let out a sigh of relief. I'll never forget the feeling of slowly pulling of those heavy leather combat mitts as my hands were dripping sweat. By the way, because it is of the utmost importance, I feel like I'm eighteen again. Feels like old times even though its not. Out of the shower, I'm now wearing a black Punisher shirt, and a pair of red flannel sleep pants.
"Bianca, before I get to the reason our paths have unfortunately crossed, I've just got to let you know that Blair Buchanan, and I have quite the history inside of that squared circle. To be quite honest she's won most of the wars, but some time somebody has your number. It's just a fact of life you have to deal with. With that being said I've got nothing but respect for Blair Buchanan. There was a time I invited all of my collateral damage to converge upon life as if it was a drug I could never get enough of. Fortunately for you though, and for the rest of the NEW those times have passed."
"I'll also tell you that you if you think you're just going to display your bragging rights all across Hollywood then you better think again. Your handlers are idiots while they make every excuse in the book for you. I honestly thought better of Hollywood since most of my favorite movies were made there. Now that we've gotten what we think of each out of the way allow me to let you know just who you're in the ring with."
"The nickname I came up with myself carries a lot of nostalgia. Both good, bad, and the down right infamous. You're sharing the ring with a well traveled, determined, and grizzled old vet. I'm also a former World Champion as well. I've held more World Championships than you can imagine. Nobody will ever be able to take this accomplishments from me. I didn't have to start in the X-Core division. But, I was always taught when you come back you start from the bottom. My original creative plans fell through. I was the one who made the ultimate decision to come back as myself instead of going through the motions any other way. So your thought process of me being taken down, or not being representative of a true champion shows you're completely delusional, and you are going to have to find another way to the TA Championship. I'm going to lock in my future shot at the NEW X-Core Championship. Because to be quite honest what do you deserve? I'll tell you exactly what you deserve. You deserve to get red in the face as another shot at Blair goes up in smoke. Just like the rest of your dreams and accomplishments. I think its safe to say you're not as good as you thought you were. Also, you can't scare this Mississippi kid off either. To be clear with you its not a male or female thing. This is simply for my own pleasure. I might be forced into doing somebody else's dirty work but for this week I'll be more than happy doing it. The reasons will soon become clear, and I will be headed toward my own killing trauma's tour."
"This event being called War Games is very interesting to me. You should be fully aware that when it comes to war I don't play games. Let's see if for once you can take responsibility for your loss. If you can't that's not my problem. Because here is a spoiler alert I will be the next NEW X-Core Champion. While you figure out why it continues to go wrong!"
I look at the alarm clock noticing what time it is. I need some rest, and only have a short time after to make my last minute preparations. I will also get a sneak peak at my new gear, and maybe a time table on when I'll get to debut it.