Post by Buckson Gooch on Jun 11, 2015 11:06:53 GMT -4
A loud fart bellows from beneath a large, oak desk. The secretary, Miss White, lets a little cough. Buckson Gooch knows that this was her way of saying that his actions were not office appropriate.
So many rules.
But my, so much has changed since Buck crawled into a ring. Tommy Knox broke his arm. He did a little interview work over at Code Red, and since then, he’s gotten into general managing sports teams. Most wouldn’t view him as the type who could handle the responsibilities of a franchise. The BBQ stain on his starched white shirt would only further the view that Buckson Gooch belonged back on his farm full time, eating Annabelle’s fine cooking and watching Jimmy and Lily grow up...but instead, he’s found another source of income...one that keeps him tied to a desk.
Buck presses the intercom button on his desk and speaks.
Buckson Gooch: Miss White, is there anything else I need to do?
Miss White: Wait for the draft. Until then, enjoy your time off.
Buckson Gooch: Thank you, Miss White.
The Possomgrape Sasquatch releases the intercom button and leans back in his large chair and puts his hands behind his head.
Then it happened.
The beep.
The executive chair squeaks as Buck leans forward. He moves his mouse, types in his password, and opens his e-mail.
APW?
Why would APW be sending him an e-mail? Buck thought he was off their radar after his terrible showing in his last match.
The Goocher opens the e-mail and he reads about a reunion show. A reunion show? That sounds like fun. A car would be released soon, thus it was imperative for a prompt response. Buck looks around and smiles and clicks “Accept”.
What type of match would he be in?
Who would he face?
Revenge on Tommy Knox would be fun. Maybe he’d get to team with Delikado, Evan Envi, or TJ. It would be nice to taste victory with any of those guys...if they’d team with him.
Dread envelopes him.
His last match was dreadful. He was sloppy. Not focussed. There’s no way that talented guys like TJ, Envi, or Deli would want to team with him.
Buck lets out a sigh and gets back to work.
DING!
Another e-mail?
The Goocher opens his e-mail.
Slop Match? That Buck likes.
Young Mannie?
Buckson Gooch: I like Young Mannie. This will be fun!
Young Mannie is just that, young. Young, brash. Puffs of smoke. Mannie will NOT want to get slopped. While Gooch isn’t opposed to getting slopped, as he’s been known to take a taste sometimes to make sure his hogs were getting the best, he will be wrestling a match against an opponent that will try his best not to lose...at all costs... This is going to be fun. Gooch remembers in gradeschool having to try to catch a greased pig at the PossomGrape Town Festival. He won. He had large hands that could get a good grip...and he’s going to have to use that same tactic on Mannie. He’s smaller, faster, younger, smarter...If Buck is going to win, he’s going to have to hold on for dear life.
Buck looks over the card...and what a card it is! Biggs vs. SalTal! Kash vs. Knuckles in a Cell! A great tornado tag match. Envi, Borderlands, and Delikado in a TLC match...this card is amazing.
Buckson Gooch: I’m...I’m going to have to bring my best.
There is a small voice in his head saying that his best days are behind him. This very well might be his last match. He’ll give it his all and do so against a talented Young Mannie.
Gooch reaches up and presses the intercom button again.
Buckson Gooch: Miss White, I’ll be gone for a few days. With this being the offseason, I have some appointments to keep. If you need me text message or Skype is always an option.
Miss White: No problem, sir. I will be in touch.
Buck shuts down his computer and leans back in his chair. It creeks to hold his weight. He's fat. Out of shape. He's got more confidence than he had before, but everyone is confident before they get punched in the face. He'll give it his best, but that's all he can do. He's still a giant man that is incredibly strong. He lets out another sigh and gets up, grabs his briefcase and exits his office. When he returns, he may be black and blue, but he will return.
So many rules.
But my, so much has changed since Buck crawled into a ring. Tommy Knox broke his arm. He did a little interview work over at Code Red, and since then, he’s gotten into general managing sports teams. Most wouldn’t view him as the type who could handle the responsibilities of a franchise. The BBQ stain on his starched white shirt would only further the view that Buckson Gooch belonged back on his farm full time, eating Annabelle’s fine cooking and watching Jimmy and Lily grow up...but instead, he’s found another source of income...one that keeps him tied to a desk.
Buck presses the intercom button on his desk and speaks.
Buckson Gooch: Miss White, is there anything else I need to do?
Miss White: Wait for the draft. Until then, enjoy your time off.
Buckson Gooch: Thank you, Miss White.
The Possomgrape Sasquatch releases the intercom button and leans back in his large chair and puts his hands behind his head.
Then it happened.
The beep.
The executive chair squeaks as Buck leans forward. He moves his mouse, types in his password, and opens his e-mail.
APW?
Why would APW be sending him an e-mail? Buck thought he was off their radar after his terrible showing in his last match.
The Goocher opens the e-mail and he reads about a reunion show. A reunion show? That sounds like fun. A car would be released soon, thus it was imperative for a prompt response. Buck looks around and smiles and clicks “Accept”.
What type of match would he be in?
Who would he face?
Revenge on Tommy Knox would be fun. Maybe he’d get to team with Delikado, Evan Envi, or TJ. It would be nice to taste victory with any of those guys...if they’d team with him.
Dread envelopes him.
His last match was dreadful. He was sloppy. Not focussed. There’s no way that talented guys like TJ, Envi, or Deli would want to team with him.
Buck lets out a sigh and gets back to work.
DING!
Another e-mail?
The Goocher opens his e-mail.
Slop Match? That Buck likes.
Young Mannie?
Buckson Gooch: I like Young Mannie. This will be fun!
Young Mannie is just that, young. Young, brash. Puffs of smoke. Mannie will NOT want to get slopped. While Gooch isn’t opposed to getting slopped, as he’s been known to take a taste sometimes to make sure his hogs were getting the best, he will be wrestling a match against an opponent that will try his best not to lose...at all costs... This is going to be fun. Gooch remembers in gradeschool having to try to catch a greased pig at the PossomGrape Town Festival. He won. He had large hands that could get a good grip...and he’s going to have to use that same tactic on Mannie. He’s smaller, faster, younger, smarter...If Buck is going to win, he’s going to have to hold on for dear life.
Buck looks over the card...and what a card it is! Biggs vs. SalTal! Kash vs. Knuckles in a Cell! A great tornado tag match. Envi, Borderlands, and Delikado in a TLC match...this card is amazing.
Buckson Gooch: I’m...I’m going to have to bring my best.
There is a small voice in his head saying that his best days are behind him. This very well might be his last match. He’ll give it his all and do so against a talented Young Mannie.
Gooch reaches up and presses the intercom button again.
Buckson Gooch: Miss White, I’ll be gone for a few days. With this being the offseason, I have some appointments to keep. If you need me text message or Skype is always an option.
Miss White: No problem, sir. I will be in touch.
Buck shuts down his computer and leans back in his chair. It creeks to hold his weight. He's fat. Out of shape. He's got more confidence than he had before, but everyone is confident before they get punched in the face. He'll give it his best, but that's all he can do. He's still a giant man that is incredibly strong. He lets out another sigh and gets up, grabs his briefcase and exits his office. When he returns, he may be black and blue, but he will return.
