Post by Freakke on Oct 23, 2010 12:31:13 GMT -6
Alice sat behind Charlie watching Blair's latest promo and looked generally disgusted. Charlie had a blank look lacking surprise. He exited the page out on his computer and sat back. With a sigh he swiveled around and stood up. He started to walk away and she followed.
“He doesn't exactly seem like a nice person.”
”He's not.”
“There aren't a lot of nice wrestlers are there?”
”There's a few. Your uncle Michael. A couple guys I know in the locker room are ok. Me.”
“You aren't nice. You won't even let me use your computer.”
He looked back and stuck his tongue out at her.
“Besides, you call your fans cretins. I thought that word was an insult.”
”It is, when its used as an insult.”
“Then why are they 'cretins'?”
He grabbed his jacket and threw it on. The keys to the van jingling in his pocket.
”Don't know. A couple of years ago someone called me a cretin and said anybody who was 'dumb enough to cheer for a stupid' bad word 'clown' was too. I went out and asked if there were any cretins out there and they called back. Its just stuck.”
“Wait...what?”
”It's called rolling with a punch. We took something somebody wanted to make a weakness and we made it something strong. And I say we, because I sure as heck didn't do it me lonesome.”
“So how do you roll Blair's punches?”
”Let me ask you something, what would you call Blair?”
This puzzled her as he looked up at the clock and then back down.
“A jerk?”
”Close enough. Has your mom ever told you how to deal with a jerk?”
“Ignore them?”
”Normally, that's right. Sometimes though, that's not enough. I can't ignore him now either.”
“So what do you do?”
”I just tell it like it is and beat his ass on Sunday.”
There was a short pause as he grabbed her jacket and he opened the door.
”Time to go. Your aunt's waiting for us at the mall. Then we gotta head to the airport.”
She moaned and took her coat.
”Sorry kid, can't leave ya here alone for that long. Your aunt would kill me and then your mom would kill me.”
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Freakke is sitting on the plane in the first class section. He sat there looking out of the window. Across the way Ms. Fitte and a little girl sat comfortably talking about something but the camera zoomed in on Freakke before one could tell about what He looked to the camera and held his finger up to his lips and turned back to the window. A minute passed and then he pulled a pair of Skullcandy's out of his ears and turned his iPod off.
”My apologies. I just like that song.”
His smile faded a little but not by much.
”Today we need to talk about this match and my opponent. Sorry, but I need to say something. It needs said and it needs to be done.”
He looked back out the window and he clasped his hands together. With a sigh he continued.
”The National Title is important. It will be beyond the day I lose it, and I know the day will come when someone take it from me. Nothing lasts forever, especially title reigns. It seems odd to say this so soon into my reign, especially considering I have no intention of giving up the belt so shortly and especially not to such an opponent. The truth is though, I intend not to go into anything with delusions of grandeur or thoughts of invincibility. I'm fallible. I know it. I accept it. I use that as a strength.”
He turned his attention back to the camera. His head leaning on his arm propped up on the chair's arm rest. His smirk turned into a flat line. Not a frown but nothing relative a smile either.
”I will admit my flaws and that I can be beaten. I'll say what truth I know. What people seem to mistake this for though is something it really isn't. I admit to having been defeated and they take it as an easy opening. An easy win. That is the most dangerous thing anyone could ever think in any competitive event. Wrestling especially.”
His smirk kicked up again and he looked to the camera.
”This week, my opponent, Jason Blair has done this very thing. Worse, he has already resigned himself to victory. He has already put himself up and above everyone else. He's set himself up on a high pedestal. Good. He needs the legs kicked out so he can fall down and remember what its like to be in the muck.”
He sat back and closed his eyes.
”Now, I have a good deal of self restraint and I've always thought of myself as a man who could roll with punches. I think I've been pretty good at that. Now, when someone takes a shot at someone else though, I take a little offense. When someone takes a shot at the fans who come out and let us do what we do for a living, well, I'll keep my comments to myself. Long and short, Jason Blair just insulted the boss. All several million of them.”
He stopped smirking and opened his eyes, looking up to the ceiling.
”All that aside, Jason Blair is a man acting like a spoiled brat. He thinks the world is his without exception or peer. Back in the day, when we were all kids, we used to call such a prick a bully. I don't know exactly how old Blair is but he hasn't out grown this. He's a bully. Normally, you just let this kind of person do what they want and ignore them. Younger people would tell someone who could help. As much as he'd like to think he's pushing me around, I'm the one who has to deal with Blair. I'm the one whose going in to tell the prick to eff off.”
Freakke smirked.
”Blair, as this is my last opportunity to talk before Road to the Gold, I'd like to tell you something. All your bravado, all your tough man on campus, all your I can't be beaten by a clown attitude...it won't help you. It won't help you because all you can see is the clown. All you know is one match I lost to you a few months ago. All that is going to hurt you, is what you won't acknowledge or refuse to see.”
He leveled with the camera and widened his smile.
”I'm more than just a clown. I'm more than a few jokes on the screen. I'm the guy whose advanced while you fell behind. I'm the one whose gonna take your words and choke you with them. I'm the Champion for a reason. I'm a wrestler before I'm the clown.”
The camera began to fade, leaving only his jester's smile to be seen as the last statement began.
”You have just made the biggest mistake of your life by insulting the fans, my cretins. For I am the Cretin's Champion...”
The screen fully faded now.
”And I will give them Retribution.”
“He doesn't exactly seem like a nice person.”
”He's not.”
“There aren't a lot of nice wrestlers are there?”
”There's a few. Your uncle Michael. A couple guys I know in the locker room are ok. Me.”
“You aren't nice. You won't even let me use your computer.”
He looked back and stuck his tongue out at her.
“Besides, you call your fans cretins. I thought that word was an insult.”
”It is, when its used as an insult.”
“Then why are they 'cretins'?”
He grabbed his jacket and threw it on. The keys to the van jingling in his pocket.
”Don't know. A couple of years ago someone called me a cretin and said anybody who was 'dumb enough to cheer for a stupid' bad word 'clown' was too. I went out and asked if there were any cretins out there and they called back. Its just stuck.”
“Wait...what?”
”It's called rolling with a punch. We took something somebody wanted to make a weakness and we made it something strong. And I say we, because I sure as heck didn't do it me lonesome.”
“So how do you roll Blair's punches?”
”Let me ask you something, what would you call Blair?”
This puzzled her as he looked up at the clock and then back down.
“A jerk?”
”Close enough. Has your mom ever told you how to deal with a jerk?”
“Ignore them?”
”Normally, that's right. Sometimes though, that's not enough. I can't ignore him now either.”
“So what do you do?”
”I just tell it like it is and beat his ass on Sunday.”
There was a short pause as he grabbed her jacket and he opened the door.
”Time to go. Your aunt's waiting for us at the mall. Then we gotta head to the airport.”
She moaned and took her coat.
”Sorry kid, can't leave ya here alone for that long. Your aunt would kill me and then your mom would kill me.”
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Freakke is sitting on the plane in the first class section. He sat there looking out of the window. Across the way Ms. Fitte and a little girl sat comfortably talking about something but the camera zoomed in on Freakke before one could tell about what He looked to the camera and held his finger up to his lips and turned back to the window. A minute passed and then he pulled a pair of Skullcandy's out of his ears and turned his iPod off.
”My apologies. I just like that song.”
His smile faded a little but not by much.
”Today we need to talk about this match and my opponent. Sorry, but I need to say something. It needs said and it needs to be done.”
He looked back out the window and he clasped his hands together. With a sigh he continued.
”The National Title is important. It will be beyond the day I lose it, and I know the day will come when someone take it from me. Nothing lasts forever, especially title reigns. It seems odd to say this so soon into my reign, especially considering I have no intention of giving up the belt so shortly and especially not to such an opponent. The truth is though, I intend not to go into anything with delusions of grandeur or thoughts of invincibility. I'm fallible. I know it. I accept it. I use that as a strength.”
He turned his attention back to the camera. His head leaning on his arm propped up on the chair's arm rest. His smirk turned into a flat line. Not a frown but nothing relative a smile either.
”I will admit my flaws and that I can be beaten. I'll say what truth I know. What people seem to mistake this for though is something it really isn't. I admit to having been defeated and they take it as an easy opening. An easy win. That is the most dangerous thing anyone could ever think in any competitive event. Wrestling especially.”
His smirk kicked up again and he looked to the camera.
”This week, my opponent, Jason Blair has done this very thing. Worse, he has already resigned himself to victory. He has already put himself up and above everyone else. He's set himself up on a high pedestal. Good. He needs the legs kicked out so he can fall down and remember what its like to be in the muck.”
He sat back and closed his eyes.
”Now, I have a good deal of self restraint and I've always thought of myself as a man who could roll with punches. I think I've been pretty good at that. Now, when someone takes a shot at someone else though, I take a little offense. When someone takes a shot at the fans who come out and let us do what we do for a living, well, I'll keep my comments to myself. Long and short, Jason Blair just insulted the boss. All several million of them.”
He stopped smirking and opened his eyes, looking up to the ceiling.
”All that aside, Jason Blair is a man acting like a spoiled brat. He thinks the world is his without exception or peer. Back in the day, when we were all kids, we used to call such a prick a bully. I don't know exactly how old Blair is but he hasn't out grown this. He's a bully. Normally, you just let this kind of person do what they want and ignore them. Younger people would tell someone who could help. As much as he'd like to think he's pushing me around, I'm the one who has to deal with Blair. I'm the one whose going in to tell the prick to eff off.”
Freakke smirked.
”Blair, as this is my last opportunity to talk before Road to the Gold, I'd like to tell you something. All your bravado, all your tough man on campus, all your I can't be beaten by a clown attitude...it won't help you. It won't help you because all you can see is the clown. All you know is one match I lost to you a few months ago. All that is going to hurt you, is what you won't acknowledge or refuse to see.”
He leveled with the camera and widened his smile.
”I'm more than just a clown. I'm more than a few jokes on the screen. I'm the guy whose advanced while you fell behind. I'm the one whose gonna take your words and choke you with them. I'm the Champion for a reason. I'm a wrestler before I'm the clown.”
The camera began to fade, leaving only his jester's smile to be seen as the last statement began.
”You have just made the biggest mistake of your life by insulting the fans, my cretins. For I am the Cretin's Champion...”
The screen fully faded now.
”And I will give them Retribution.”