Post by Freakke on Sept 10, 2009 8:49:51 GMT -6
Dallas, Texas. The American Airline Arena. One day before Battlegrounds. Everything is still being set up and all of it is coming together for the next night. Only necessary staff and the stage hands are present. With the exception of one wrestler.
Freakke is sitting backstage, watching as everything is readied for Battlegrounds. The whole affair reminded him of his first Pay Per View and he couldn't help but smile. His reverence was broken by a voice he'd heard a few times in the last few weeks but hadn't actually been it's intended ear.
"Hey, a little early aren't you?"
The clown turned to face the man known as the General.
"Sorry, I was just walking and thought I'd stop by."
"You're hotel is on the other side of Dallas."
Freakke smiled and replied in a false nervousness.
"I like long walks?"
The General shook his head and motioned for Freakke to move further backstage.
"Come on. Go home and get some rest. You can come back tomorrow."
Freakke sighed and was followed by the retired General.
"Ya know, I was thinking about my first major event not too long ago. Me and my tag partner's first title shot. We went through hell for that match to happen."
"Isn't that how it goes though?"
Freakke chuckled remembering the match itself.
"Nine weeks of fighting every match with teams who had a better history and worked together a lot longer. Wrestling with the best. I remember being so sore that I could have been pushed over then."
"So what happened."
Freakke continued with a laugh.
"We finally get to the match and what happens. We ended up going against these two guys whose whole gimmick was that they were the hardcore tag masters. I never saw a team argue so much in and out of the ring."
"So, you won?"
"No, they kicked our asses. We were too sore from all the stacked matches and killing ourselves in training. It didn't help that they distracted the ref everytime they could and started hitting us with whatever they had available. Tables, chairs, ladders, oh my."
The General chuckled and looked at the clown.
"So what? First PPV here gonna be a repeat?"
Freakke shook his head as they got to the final hall before the parking lot.
"No, what makes it so memorable is what we did afterwards. We were broken beaten and smashed, but we got up and right when they were lifting the belts for their little victory round, we saw one of the most amazing things ever."
The General stopped and looked at Freakke curiously.
"One wrestler, a super face if ever you saw one. A guy who was pretty much the Judge Dredd of wrestling, came down to the ring and these guys in the rings just about wet themselves. The wrestler flipped into the ring and grabbed the microphone."
"Who was this guy?"
"Jacob Clark, best known for his gimmick the Hammer of Defiant Wrestling."
"So he was one of the best in you're first promotion?"
"When he was younger."
"Then what scared them so much if he wasn't able smack them around."
"He was the GM."
"Ahh..."
"He raised his arms and the crowd quieted and me and my tag partner looked up in awe as he raised the microphone up to say these words.
'I'm sick of you two sniveling cowards, making every match a one sided hardcore debacle. For the past three months you've clung to those belts like rats holding onto every scrap of garbage they can by any, means possible. While I can't releave you of your belts for this I can do this. Next month at Dark Storm, we're gonna have a very special title match. We're gonna have a Lumberjack style Tornado Tag Match!'
And he dropped the microphone and they were truly spooked."
"So you got a rematch? Win that time?"
"Yes, we won that one. We only carried the belts for six weeks though. Lost them in a regular match on a regular day. My tag partner was ticked and we went our separate ways. I became the clown and he just up and vanished."
The General smiled at the story and clapped Freakke on the back.
"That was one of my favorite moments of all wrestling. Tomorrow is another day to try and top that memory. I doubt it but it's gonna be one hell of a match."
The General smiled and Freakke began his way out.
He had a long walk back to the hotel...
Freakke is sitting backstage, watching as everything is readied for Battlegrounds. The whole affair reminded him of his first Pay Per View and he couldn't help but smile. His reverence was broken by a voice he'd heard a few times in the last few weeks but hadn't actually been it's intended ear.
"Hey, a little early aren't you?"
The clown turned to face the man known as the General.
"Sorry, I was just walking and thought I'd stop by."
"You're hotel is on the other side of Dallas."
Freakke smiled and replied in a false nervousness.
"I like long walks?"
The General shook his head and motioned for Freakke to move further backstage.
"Come on. Go home and get some rest. You can come back tomorrow."
Freakke sighed and was followed by the retired General.
"Ya know, I was thinking about my first major event not too long ago. Me and my tag partner's first title shot. We went through hell for that match to happen."
"Isn't that how it goes though?"
Freakke chuckled remembering the match itself.
"Nine weeks of fighting every match with teams who had a better history and worked together a lot longer. Wrestling with the best. I remember being so sore that I could have been pushed over then."
"So what happened."
Freakke continued with a laugh.
"We finally get to the match and what happens. We ended up going against these two guys whose whole gimmick was that they were the hardcore tag masters. I never saw a team argue so much in and out of the ring."
"So, you won?"
"No, they kicked our asses. We were too sore from all the stacked matches and killing ourselves in training. It didn't help that they distracted the ref everytime they could and started hitting us with whatever they had available. Tables, chairs, ladders, oh my."
The General chuckled and looked at the clown.
"So what? First PPV here gonna be a repeat?"
Freakke shook his head as they got to the final hall before the parking lot.
"No, what makes it so memorable is what we did afterwards. We were broken beaten and smashed, but we got up and right when they were lifting the belts for their little victory round, we saw one of the most amazing things ever."
The General stopped and looked at Freakke curiously.
"One wrestler, a super face if ever you saw one. A guy who was pretty much the Judge Dredd of wrestling, came down to the ring and these guys in the rings just about wet themselves. The wrestler flipped into the ring and grabbed the microphone."
"Who was this guy?"
"Jacob Clark, best known for his gimmick the Hammer of Defiant Wrestling."
"So he was one of the best in you're first promotion?"
"When he was younger."
"Then what scared them so much if he wasn't able smack them around."
"He was the GM."
"Ahh..."
"He raised his arms and the crowd quieted and me and my tag partner looked up in awe as he raised the microphone up to say these words.
'I'm sick of you two sniveling cowards, making every match a one sided hardcore debacle. For the past three months you've clung to those belts like rats holding onto every scrap of garbage they can by any, means possible. While I can't releave you of your belts for this I can do this. Next month at Dark Storm, we're gonna have a very special title match. We're gonna have a Lumberjack style Tornado Tag Match!'
And he dropped the microphone and they were truly spooked."
"So you got a rematch? Win that time?"
"Yes, we won that one. We only carried the belts for six weeks though. Lost them in a regular match on a regular day. My tag partner was ticked and we went our separate ways. I became the clown and he just up and vanished."
The General smiled at the story and clapped Freakke on the back.
"That was one of my favorite moments of all wrestling. Tomorrow is another day to try and top that memory. I doubt it but it's gonna be one hell of a match."
The General smiled and Freakke began his way out.
He had a long walk back to the hotel...