Post by Chuck Moss on Sept 13, 2010 16:40:52 GMT -6
The scene opens up under the bridge. There’s a manhole in the middle of the brick and Chuck Moss, the newest nCw wrestler, is sitting with a classic stick w/ hanky tied to the end of it. There’s nothing in there its really just for show right now. He smiles as the camera walks up to him, but sorta goes very plain faced as he begins to speak.
A feeling that will never stop is the feeling of shame. Shame procured through active underachieving and non-productivity. It doesn’t matter if you’re born with the ability to succeed; it’s the drive to succeed that puts you on the top of the heap. That ability, that luck factor, I didn’t have it. I was born and live in Hollywood, California, but the glitz and glamour of the town is underlined by flith, greed, and self-indulgence. I always was going to have to work up from the bottom.
Unfortunately, and the biggest tragedy, is that I never had the drive to succeed at anything. It’s like..I just wanted to hang out and chill out, and man I did. I did for a long time. That only works for so long until you can’t afford that luxury. It was either work work work or live on the streets. I gave the gutter a big kiss on the lips and packed everything I owned into a knapsack. Man, that’s the cowards way out right? Yeah it is. I’m a coward. I’m lazy. But I’m pretty honest with myself about what I can and cannot do. I’m coming before you looking for a way out of the gutter. This wrestling thing is like money on the table. As long as you can kick ass and chew bubble gum you’ll be fine.Let me tell you a little bit about myself: I’m a bum who lives in the sewer. I fight other bums for quick cash. It’s not something I want to do, but I have to do. I have to eat. If it was up to me I’d never fight again. But when all you know how to do is unplug toilets you become a plumber, right?
The problem is underground fighting and bum fights have died with this MMA business that sprung up. I can’t even feed myself anymore on the street. It’s funny that as soon as that gets popular all these government officials step in and regulate the hell out of everything. This is bad news for us because nobody wants to touch street fighting with a ten foot pole. You look at any promoter out there and it’s so easy to start a rinky-dink little UFC promotion that they’re jumping on it like flys on ****. You would think more government regulation would lead to a bigger underground market, but now that the stuff is mainstream the fans can get it at home, and the promoters have established rules so they don’t get stabbed when their payout isn’t what was expected.
That leaves me in a bind. Being a bum doesn’t mean you don’t need money. Food doesn’t come any other way, and I’m not about to kill pigeons in the park or starve to death. No way. So I signed up here. Had a couple of tryouts with the nCw officials and they thought that despite being a little rough I could hold my own in the ring, and the idea of a wrestling bum is pretty good in this economy. Who doesn’t want to cheer for Rocky? That’s the easiest thing to get behind. It practically markets itself.
So I signed this contract and everything full prepared to be used as a punching bag for trainees, but I got some news to today, and you probably already know cause I’m talking to you right now. Today may be the best day in my entire life. I found out that I get to be on a PAY PER VIEW in my freaking debut! That’s incredible and I’m extremely grateful for this shot. It’s a pre-show they said, but more people may see the pre-show than buy the damn pay per view itself! If I win that’s big money! If I lose its less. But I won’t lose without making an impression. But even then less is more sometimes. The less I get the more I want the big time money and big time fame. It’s not a secret, as I said, that my entire life has been aimless and without a driven purpose. But now god has seemingly handed me the keys to a house and all I got to do is furnish it. So for the first time in my entire life I have a reason to work work work. I have a drive for success, and unlike most of us in Hollywood I have a purpose. To be the best pugilist of all time!
Chuck has an ear to ear smile on his face. He stands up and throws down the stick and motions for the camera crew to follow him down into the sewer. They hesitate, but don’t have much choice as its part of their contract with nCw. Chuck climbs down and takes them through a tour of his home under the sewer. There are a coupla posters on the brick walls, an old army cot, and some various pots and pans for cooking beans and stuff. If you were going to live in a sewer this is the spot you’d want. It’s like the shiniest turd in the pot or something more tasteful if you have it in mind. I don’t.
Alright, so yeah. How do you like my place?
The camera shakes up and down.
Don’t lie. It’s a ****hole. But, anyways, I don’t plan to be here much longer. If all goes well in my fight at Battlegrounds I can make enough scratch to find a little place. Let’s face it, its not going to go well if I head in blind. Let’s strategize a bit while I have you guys here: I mostly just take my fights head on. I rush in and try to pound them out before I get caught in something. This guy I’m facing is the polar opposite. This Dorian Wolvenskorn is the polar opposite of me in every way. He comes to the ring in suits and wrestles in dress pants. I’m just a guy with a dream who essentially wrestles in a trash bag outfit. I got these pants in a dumpster, this shirt in dirty laundry I found. You get the point.
He’s wealthy, sophisticated, eats people…like, things I’m not. And don’t do. His in-ring style is very technical with pressure holds, joint locks, tactics, and techniques. I couldn’t in my wildest dream outwrestle this dude. No way in hell am I going to outwrestle him, maybe years from now, but not in my first match. So what the hell should I do? I’m thinking I should just rush him and beat him up from pillar to post. Like I always do. But I’m having doubts cause he could easily trap my arm if I punch him or twist my leg if I kick him. On the other side of the coin if I take too long and let him think I’m setting myself up for failure. He’s a wealthy intellect who is running the calculations in his head right now. Every step I take he is going to have a counter. Hmmm
Chuck leans over and rubs his head. He strokes his dreadlocks and thinks long and hard about it.
Let me say this. I’m just going to fight him. I’ve got a pretty strong tolerance for pain. They say I have a chin of steel. And I also hit real hard. So if he tries to nip at my ankles I’m going to stomp him. If he wants to put me in an armlock I’ll smack him upside the head. That sounds like a pretty solid gameplan to me. If he tries to eat me then he’s in trouble cause I used to have a buddy down here who got feisty one night …he took a chunk of my arm so I took a chunk of his skull.
Chuck wipes sweat from his brow.
So camera dudes and people watching; if you’re hitting up a bookie put your money down on Chuck Moss. I’m not technical, but I can rope a dope him into a beatdown or if he gets too close I can smash him into the mat. On paper he can beat me, but I’ve never been much for paper and pencils. Take your bets now folks. In fact, how is this for a catchphrase?
Always bet on Moss
I dunno, I like it..
Camera fades out. Chuck has a huge smile on his face.
A feeling that will never stop is the feeling of shame. Shame procured through active underachieving and non-productivity. It doesn’t matter if you’re born with the ability to succeed; it’s the drive to succeed that puts you on the top of the heap. That ability, that luck factor, I didn’t have it. I was born and live in Hollywood, California, but the glitz and glamour of the town is underlined by flith, greed, and self-indulgence. I always was going to have to work up from the bottom.
Unfortunately, and the biggest tragedy, is that I never had the drive to succeed at anything. It’s like..I just wanted to hang out and chill out, and man I did. I did for a long time. That only works for so long until you can’t afford that luxury. It was either work work work or live on the streets. I gave the gutter a big kiss on the lips and packed everything I owned into a knapsack. Man, that’s the cowards way out right? Yeah it is. I’m a coward. I’m lazy. But I’m pretty honest with myself about what I can and cannot do. I’m coming before you looking for a way out of the gutter. This wrestling thing is like money on the table. As long as you can kick ass and chew bubble gum you’ll be fine.Let me tell you a little bit about myself: I’m a bum who lives in the sewer. I fight other bums for quick cash. It’s not something I want to do, but I have to do. I have to eat. If it was up to me I’d never fight again. But when all you know how to do is unplug toilets you become a plumber, right?
The problem is underground fighting and bum fights have died with this MMA business that sprung up. I can’t even feed myself anymore on the street. It’s funny that as soon as that gets popular all these government officials step in and regulate the hell out of everything. This is bad news for us because nobody wants to touch street fighting with a ten foot pole. You look at any promoter out there and it’s so easy to start a rinky-dink little UFC promotion that they’re jumping on it like flys on ****. You would think more government regulation would lead to a bigger underground market, but now that the stuff is mainstream the fans can get it at home, and the promoters have established rules so they don’t get stabbed when their payout isn’t what was expected.
That leaves me in a bind. Being a bum doesn’t mean you don’t need money. Food doesn’t come any other way, and I’m not about to kill pigeons in the park or starve to death. No way. So I signed up here. Had a couple of tryouts with the nCw officials and they thought that despite being a little rough I could hold my own in the ring, and the idea of a wrestling bum is pretty good in this economy. Who doesn’t want to cheer for Rocky? That’s the easiest thing to get behind. It practically markets itself.
So I signed this contract and everything full prepared to be used as a punching bag for trainees, but I got some news to today, and you probably already know cause I’m talking to you right now. Today may be the best day in my entire life. I found out that I get to be on a PAY PER VIEW in my freaking debut! That’s incredible and I’m extremely grateful for this shot. It’s a pre-show they said, but more people may see the pre-show than buy the damn pay per view itself! If I win that’s big money! If I lose its less. But I won’t lose without making an impression. But even then less is more sometimes. The less I get the more I want the big time money and big time fame. It’s not a secret, as I said, that my entire life has been aimless and without a driven purpose. But now god has seemingly handed me the keys to a house and all I got to do is furnish it. So for the first time in my entire life I have a reason to work work work. I have a drive for success, and unlike most of us in Hollywood I have a purpose. To be the best pugilist of all time!
Chuck has an ear to ear smile on his face. He stands up and throws down the stick and motions for the camera crew to follow him down into the sewer. They hesitate, but don’t have much choice as its part of their contract with nCw. Chuck climbs down and takes them through a tour of his home under the sewer. There are a coupla posters on the brick walls, an old army cot, and some various pots and pans for cooking beans and stuff. If you were going to live in a sewer this is the spot you’d want. It’s like the shiniest turd in the pot or something more tasteful if you have it in mind. I don’t.
Alright, so yeah. How do you like my place?
The camera shakes up and down.
Don’t lie. It’s a ****hole. But, anyways, I don’t plan to be here much longer. If all goes well in my fight at Battlegrounds I can make enough scratch to find a little place. Let’s face it, its not going to go well if I head in blind. Let’s strategize a bit while I have you guys here: I mostly just take my fights head on. I rush in and try to pound them out before I get caught in something. This guy I’m facing is the polar opposite. This Dorian Wolvenskorn is the polar opposite of me in every way. He comes to the ring in suits and wrestles in dress pants. I’m just a guy with a dream who essentially wrestles in a trash bag outfit. I got these pants in a dumpster, this shirt in dirty laundry I found. You get the point.
He’s wealthy, sophisticated, eats people…like, things I’m not. And don’t do. His in-ring style is very technical with pressure holds, joint locks, tactics, and techniques. I couldn’t in my wildest dream outwrestle this dude. No way in hell am I going to outwrestle him, maybe years from now, but not in my first match. So what the hell should I do? I’m thinking I should just rush him and beat him up from pillar to post. Like I always do. But I’m having doubts cause he could easily trap my arm if I punch him or twist my leg if I kick him. On the other side of the coin if I take too long and let him think I’m setting myself up for failure. He’s a wealthy intellect who is running the calculations in his head right now. Every step I take he is going to have a counter. Hmmm
Chuck leans over and rubs his head. He strokes his dreadlocks and thinks long and hard about it.
Let me say this. I’m just going to fight him. I’ve got a pretty strong tolerance for pain. They say I have a chin of steel. And I also hit real hard. So if he tries to nip at my ankles I’m going to stomp him. If he wants to put me in an armlock I’ll smack him upside the head. That sounds like a pretty solid gameplan to me. If he tries to eat me then he’s in trouble cause I used to have a buddy down here who got feisty one night …he took a chunk of my arm so I took a chunk of his skull.
Chuck wipes sweat from his brow.
So camera dudes and people watching; if you’re hitting up a bookie put your money down on Chuck Moss. I’m not technical, but I can rope a dope him into a beatdown or if he gets too close I can smash him into the mat. On paper he can beat me, but I’ve never been much for paper and pencils. Take your bets now folks. In fact, how is this for a catchphrase?
Always bet on Moss
I dunno, I like it..
Camera fades out. Chuck has a huge smile on his face.