Post by Gib on Dec 5, 2008 22:29:49 GMT -6
Since starting this wrestling thing a few weeks ago, I have never really wanted to go against anyone that has stepped on the other side of the ring that I did. I mean, I had no reason to fight, I am not trained, and I have no experience other then what I have learned in my day to day living. These guys didn’t take my food, they didn’t take my shelter, and they didn’t soil the sanctity of my family. They were just men that stepped into the ring, and I, like a roman gladiator of times past, fought they for money, not for pride, not for determination, not for the greater good, simply for money.
Mike Park was the first person, he was as new to wrestling as I was and I simply overpowered him. I may not be smart, I may not be fast but my strength is certainly something that will baffle any wrestler. I didn’t want to hurt him, it was just a paycheck, but I fear that something happened to him after his match with me, as he hasn’t been seen since.
Then there was Harold Campbell. Two weeks in a row I faced this behemoth and I didn’t hate him, I thought he was funny, a nice guy, but I stepped into the ring with him and my natural instincts took over. I was apprehensive, but then all of the sudden I felt at home, I felt ready. I went to the ring, and for two weeks took the seven foot monster to the very limits. I was successful. When I stepped into the ring with him he fell apart, I didn’t want to hurt him, I didn’t want him to run away but he is no longer around. I hope he is all right.
I upped the ante when I faced off with Triple Crown winner Rocky Johnson. He was intelligent, fast, technically sound, but he was unable to overcome the size difference. See, I saw him, knew what kind of fancy technical moves he was capable off, I saw the amazing speed and agility he used to float around the ring, like he didn’t even need legs. I was finally, after much evading on his part able to get my hands on him and threw him head first into the corner post. I didn’t hate this man, I respect his accomplishments but he, like the others has not been seen around here since.
Then a man I have never meant and I went against Pure Innovation, a tag team that is one of the best. Nelly Angel is a really nice guy, and he does a lot of those fancy moves as well. See, once I was able to get one of these meaty paws wrapped around that little mans body I was able to hurt him, and my streak of luck and raw power continued, however, the end of this story has a similar ending. After my match with those two, they haven’t been on a broadcast since. I had nothing against them. I mean I think I was supposed to hate them, they are in this Age of the Revolution group that Spike told me I am supposed to be against but they seemed like good guys.
See, there is a point to me talking about this, I don’t hate anyone I wrestle against, I don’t harbor angry emotions, I have never wanted to inflict pain on someone here, I have never had emotions that were part of my matches. Business has been business, work has been work and I like a good businessman have done my job. Granted, I seem to be good at this job because after I face someone, they have historically disappeared.
Now, I have a match against this man I have been running into names Jackhammer. He is big, strong and skilled. He is one of the best this business has to offer, and Spike tells me that if I beat him, that I will be doing not only him, but the nCw a huge favor. I like the nCw, I don’t want them to lose business because it is their logo that is emblazoned on my paycheck, and if they go out of business I will be out of a job again.
When I was a kid, I obviously was on a lot of sports teams. I was a big kid, naturally strong and agile enough to play offensive line. I remember one day during practice, I broke through the line, went after our quarterback Lance Reidy and tackled him near out of his pants. He dropped the ball, it felt so good. The coach went over to Lance and reamed him out, I mean, screamed at him. I felt bad, I mean I really did. It wasn’t his fault I tackled him, the line couldn’t contain me.
Suffice it to say, I felt pretty bad in the locker room. I was a freshman and I tackled the senior quarterback and he got chewed out for it. Well, in the locker room Lance showed up with about half the offensive team. To make a long story short, I ended up with 38 stitches in my head as they all took turns holding me down and beating me, but good old Lance, he stood back and watched. He waited until I was pretty well beaten up before he came in and hit me square under the eye with his high school ring. Suffice it to say I quit football the next day, I got my revenge on good old Lance and his boys, but that led to me getting kicked out of school and sent to a juvenile detention center.
Jackhammer, when I look at you I see Lance Reidy, I see every schoolyard bully that made someone feel less significant. You have used your size and power to push everyone here around, well guess what Sally. You have finally met someone that you can’t push around. I may not have the extensive wrestling background that you have but you know what I do have, desire, self-respect and a level of power that you have never dealt with before.
I know that you are like me, but with more wrestling knowledge, but you lack the heart to defeat me. See, if I lose, I don’t know if I will have a job the next day. I made it here, and got my contract on a technicality, I don’t know if I have a future beyond the streak I am on. When I lost, I won’t have a home, I won’t have food, hell, I won’t have anything and that is why, despite your obvious advantages, amazing charisma, movie star good looks and rippling pectoral muscles I intend on running right through you. I am going to do to you what people have done to me since the bottom fell out of my life, **** on you. Wait; please take that figuratively and not literally.
Jackhammer I have had some success here, and I have hurt some people that I have felt no ill will towards. I can only imagine what will happen to a person that I literally want to tear into shreds.
Mike Park was the first person, he was as new to wrestling as I was and I simply overpowered him. I may not be smart, I may not be fast but my strength is certainly something that will baffle any wrestler. I didn’t want to hurt him, it was just a paycheck, but I fear that something happened to him after his match with me, as he hasn’t been seen since.
Then there was Harold Campbell. Two weeks in a row I faced this behemoth and I didn’t hate him, I thought he was funny, a nice guy, but I stepped into the ring with him and my natural instincts took over. I was apprehensive, but then all of the sudden I felt at home, I felt ready. I went to the ring, and for two weeks took the seven foot monster to the very limits. I was successful. When I stepped into the ring with him he fell apart, I didn’t want to hurt him, I didn’t want him to run away but he is no longer around. I hope he is all right.
I upped the ante when I faced off with Triple Crown winner Rocky Johnson. He was intelligent, fast, technically sound, but he was unable to overcome the size difference. See, I saw him, knew what kind of fancy technical moves he was capable off, I saw the amazing speed and agility he used to float around the ring, like he didn’t even need legs. I was finally, after much evading on his part able to get my hands on him and threw him head first into the corner post. I didn’t hate this man, I respect his accomplishments but he, like the others has not been seen around here since.
Then a man I have never meant and I went against Pure Innovation, a tag team that is one of the best. Nelly Angel is a really nice guy, and he does a lot of those fancy moves as well. See, once I was able to get one of these meaty paws wrapped around that little mans body I was able to hurt him, and my streak of luck and raw power continued, however, the end of this story has a similar ending. After my match with those two, they haven’t been on a broadcast since. I had nothing against them. I mean I think I was supposed to hate them, they are in this Age of the Revolution group that Spike told me I am supposed to be against but they seemed like good guys.
See, there is a point to me talking about this, I don’t hate anyone I wrestle against, I don’t harbor angry emotions, I have never wanted to inflict pain on someone here, I have never had emotions that were part of my matches. Business has been business, work has been work and I like a good businessman have done my job. Granted, I seem to be good at this job because after I face someone, they have historically disappeared.
Now, I have a match against this man I have been running into names Jackhammer. He is big, strong and skilled. He is one of the best this business has to offer, and Spike tells me that if I beat him, that I will be doing not only him, but the nCw a huge favor. I like the nCw, I don’t want them to lose business because it is their logo that is emblazoned on my paycheck, and if they go out of business I will be out of a job again.
When I was a kid, I obviously was on a lot of sports teams. I was a big kid, naturally strong and agile enough to play offensive line. I remember one day during practice, I broke through the line, went after our quarterback Lance Reidy and tackled him near out of his pants. He dropped the ball, it felt so good. The coach went over to Lance and reamed him out, I mean, screamed at him. I felt bad, I mean I really did. It wasn’t his fault I tackled him, the line couldn’t contain me.
Suffice it to say, I felt pretty bad in the locker room. I was a freshman and I tackled the senior quarterback and he got chewed out for it. Well, in the locker room Lance showed up with about half the offensive team. To make a long story short, I ended up with 38 stitches in my head as they all took turns holding me down and beating me, but good old Lance, he stood back and watched. He waited until I was pretty well beaten up before he came in and hit me square under the eye with his high school ring. Suffice it to say I quit football the next day, I got my revenge on good old Lance and his boys, but that led to me getting kicked out of school and sent to a juvenile detention center.
Jackhammer, when I look at you I see Lance Reidy, I see every schoolyard bully that made someone feel less significant. You have used your size and power to push everyone here around, well guess what Sally. You have finally met someone that you can’t push around. I may not have the extensive wrestling background that you have but you know what I do have, desire, self-respect and a level of power that you have never dealt with before.
I know that you are like me, but with more wrestling knowledge, but you lack the heart to defeat me. See, if I lose, I don’t know if I will have a job the next day. I made it here, and got my contract on a technicality, I don’t know if I have a future beyond the streak I am on. When I lost, I won’t have a home, I won’t have food, hell, I won’t have anything and that is why, despite your obvious advantages, amazing charisma, movie star good looks and rippling pectoral muscles I intend on running right through you. I am going to do to you what people have done to me since the bottom fell out of my life, **** on you. Wait; please take that figuratively and not literally.
Jackhammer I have had some success here, and I have hurt some people that I have felt no ill will towards. I can only imagine what will happen to a person that I literally want to tear into shreds.