Post by Phate on Jun 27, 2008 18:46:21 GMT -4
Step two was through.
Step three had arrived.
Step three was the gateway
To the rest of their lives.
No matter what happened with step one and step two
Step three was the reason they do what they do!
You see
Step three
was the most important of all –
Step three was the beginning of the rise or the fall.
June 29, 2008.
St. Louis, Missouri.
The Scottrade Center.
7:38 P.M.
All the steps, all the planning, all the preparation….They had worked so hard to reach this, at this point in Their Action Packed Wrestling careers the biggest and brightest scale of them all. The journey to this point was anything but easy – but the prize was more than worth the travails of war they found themselves coping with. They had a seemingly ancient pain from battles past once again emanating from their left knee, stitches holding their cranium and face together, a mild concussion, and bruises all over their thick and stocky frame but the trials and tribulations of combat were miniscule when compared to the big picture – securing the mantle of Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
They had found a way to work together again, something neither one of them had expected to happen due to their shaky alliances in the past. They had plotted out a course, a course that would get them to this date in time, a course that was filled with potholes and chasms but navigational nonetheless. Without Global Positioning Satellites the navigation was tough – but that’s what the steps were for.
The steps were devised by Him. He felt they were necessary to their survival, especially in light of murmurings throughout the professional wrestling fraternity that Action Packed Wrestling’s President was possibly planning to give out the opportunity of all opportunities – a guaranteed World Heavyweight Championship match at APW’s August super-event, Shockwave. In order to choose who truly deserved such an opportunity there would, of course, be a test.
A test to declare the most deserving.
A test for the best.
When the tourney was announced He knew that he would need his assistance. He had helped him accomplish every major goal in his professional life up to this point and He knew now more than ever that it was time to do it again. He considered Himself more than his dormant personality, more than the amplified anger and fear of a fragile child trapped in an adult’s body. He was more than the manifestation of years of rape and physical abuse at the hands of sadistic Catholic school girls. He was the masochistic mindset needed to succeed in professional wrestling, the mindset every great sports champion possesses in some way. He was the only thing that would make them stand out and get them recognition, which would get to the top quicker than anything else, and get them the one thing that they both wanted more than sex…..
The World Heavyweight Championship.
Their destiny.
So, with this thought in mind, they became one once again, just like the days of yore when they stood atop the wrestling world. They longed to stand at the pinnacle once more, to inhale the fruits of their labors and show all of the detractors and the naysayers and the “smart marks” that they were much more than a novelty act. They felt they were well on their way to that, conquering every obstacle thrown their way, maintaining an undefeated record in all forms of competition in the process. They were riding an incredible wave of momentum into Action Packed Wrestling’s Test for the Best semifinals tonight and He felt nothing could stop them now.
At least He thought that before all the compliments.
“You are a bad motherf_____ , my friend…”
“I respect your abilities….”
“You are definitely one of the top guys here….”
Frankly, it made Him want to puke – and not the presentable kind of puking, either. The chunk-laden, syrupy, visceral kind of puke. Why? Simple.
It was all just words.
None of them really meant it – it was just the right thing to say to save face with the fans when faced with insurmountable odds.
When he first arrived in the Action Packed Wrestling organization he got the cold shoulder from all of the top talent in the company. Dr. Matt even went so far as to chastise him in a back hallway his first week there. Fact of the matter was they were
intimidated by the idea of some upstart entering their locker room and running practically roughshod over their entire roster. And, when intimidated, people do what comes natural.
They play mind games.
People, especially pro athletes, act as if they respect you, lulling you into a false sense of security. Once you get into the ring with them, however, the respect gets left in their other singlet and they attempt to remove your skin from the bone without the aid of a filet knife. Why? Because you weren’t on the defensive as much as you should have been. A declaration of espect is nice…
When it is actually heartfelt.
When it’s not, it only brings pain.
Pain He planned to spread out amongst Victor Brander, Austin Daniels, and Vin E. Lambardo in the Test for the Best Tournament tonight.
He knew that the root of the problem was their attitude and demeanor, the way they acted in the middle of contests. He knew that they were looked upon as a cartoon character, not as a legitimate singles threat. They felt that Doctor Phate had nothing different to bring to the table due to his silliness and that he was nothing but a clown, a sports entertainer, and not a professional wrestler.
Too bad they would have to be damn near maimed and mutilated to learn that that is not the case.
Not in the least.
There would be no cute stuff this evening. No antics, no guffaws, no belly laughs, not even a chuckle. There would only be precision strikes, violence, insanity, and other things that force parents to put their kids to bed extra early. The things he planned to do tonight were the stuff of nightmares, the kinds of things you witness that engrain themselves into your medulla oblongata and never leave. He felt orgasmic just thinking of the multiple possibilities!
He knew that his possible opponents for this evening, especially his semifinal round opposition Vin E. Lambardo, had scouted him leading into this evening’s contests to look for some kind of hole in his game. All three of them probably trained in the gym for hours, going over the execution of each of His finishing maneuvers. All three of them probably visually consumed Dr. Phate match tape for hours on end, scrutinizing every contest no matter how miniscule or major for even a shred of evidence depicting the weaknesses in his physical or mental conduct in war. They wouldn’t find anything….
Because he wasn’t going to wrestle that way tonight.
They had wasted countless hours for nothing.
You see, they both sat down thinking long and hard about the best way to approach each match when he came up with a moment of brilliance that even shocked Him. It was simple, concise, and to the point.
It was use their own styles against them.
And it was so brilliant that it made Him shed a tear. His boy had finally grown into a f___ed up man. He was so proud!
They were going to fight every battle they fought tonight utilizing their opponent’s respective fighting styles. They would never see it coming, expecting eye pokes and sashaying instead of The Crucible, the Four Aces, or the Sharpshooter.
He was sure Victor Brander, Vin E. Lambardo, and Austin Daniels trained.
He just trained smarter.
They would respect him. They would respect Him.
Or they would learn to absolutely FEAR them.
Showtime was mere minutes away. They adjusted their necktie and smiled. It was time to implement step three.
It was time to secure his destiny.
And it was time to let Him have complete control.
God help anyone and anything standing in their path tonight.
Step three had arrived.
Step three was the gateway
To the rest of their lives.
No matter what happened with step one and step two
Step three was the reason they do what they do!
You see
Step three
was the most important of all –
Step three was the beginning of the rise or the fall.
June 29, 2008.
St. Louis, Missouri.
The Scottrade Center.
7:38 P.M.
All the steps, all the planning, all the preparation….They had worked so hard to reach this, at this point in Their Action Packed Wrestling careers the biggest and brightest scale of them all. The journey to this point was anything but easy – but the prize was more than worth the travails of war they found themselves coping with. They had a seemingly ancient pain from battles past once again emanating from their left knee, stitches holding their cranium and face together, a mild concussion, and bruises all over their thick and stocky frame but the trials and tribulations of combat were miniscule when compared to the big picture – securing the mantle of Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
They had found a way to work together again, something neither one of them had expected to happen due to their shaky alliances in the past. They had plotted out a course, a course that would get them to this date in time, a course that was filled with potholes and chasms but navigational nonetheless. Without Global Positioning Satellites the navigation was tough – but that’s what the steps were for.
The steps were devised by Him. He felt they were necessary to their survival, especially in light of murmurings throughout the professional wrestling fraternity that Action Packed Wrestling’s President was possibly planning to give out the opportunity of all opportunities – a guaranteed World Heavyweight Championship match at APW’s August super-event, Shockwave. In order to choose who truly deserved such an opportunity there would, of course, be a test.
A test to declare the most deserving.
A test for the best.
When the tourney was announced He knew that he would need his assistance. He had helped him accomplish every major goal in his professional life up to this point and He knew now more than ever that it was time to do it again. He considered Himself more than his dormant personality, more than the amplified anger and fear of a fragile child trapped in an adult’s body. He was more than the manifestation of years of rape and physical abuse at the hands of sadistic Catholic school girls. He was the masochistic mindset needed to succeed in professional wrestling, the mindset every great sports champion possesses in some way. He was the only thing that would make them stand out and get them recognition, which would get to the top quicker than anything else, and get them the one thing that they both wanted more than sex…..
The World Heavyweight Championship.
Their destiny.
So, with this thought in mind, they became one once again, just like the days of yore when they stood atop the wrestling world. They longed to stand at the pinnacle once more, to inhale the fruits of their labors and show all of the detractors and the naysayers and the “smart marks” that they were much more than a novelty act. They felt they were well on their way to that, conquering every obstacle thrown their way, maintaining an undefeated record in all forms of competition in the process. They were riding an incredible wave of momentum into Action Packed Wrestling’s Test for the Best semifinals tonight and He felt nothing could stop them now.
At least He thought that before all the compliments.
“You are a bad motherf_____ , my friend…”
“I respect your abilities….”
“You are definitely one of the top guys here….”
Frankly, it made Him want to puke – and not the presentable kind of puking, either. The chunk-laden, syrupy, visceral kind of puke. Why? Simple.
It was all just words.
None of them really meant it – it was just the right thing to say to save face with the fans when faced with insurmountable odds.
When he first arrived in the Action Packed Wrestling organization he got the cold shoulder from all of the top talent in the company. Dr. Matt even went so far as to chastise him in a back hallway his first week there. Fact of the matter was they were
intimidated by the idea of some upstart entering their locker room and running practically roughshod over their entire roster. And, when intimidated, people do what comes natural.
They play mind games.
People, especially pro athletes, act as if they respect you, lulling you into a false sense of security. Once you get into the ring with them, however, the respect gets left in their other singlet and they attempt to remove your skin from the bone without the aid of a filet knife. Why? Because you weren’t on the defensive as much as you should have been. A declaration of espect is nice…
When it is actually heartfelt.
When it’s not, it only brings pain.
Pain He planned to spread out amongst Victor Brander, Austin Daniels, and Vin E. Lambardo in the Test for the Best Tournament tonight.
He knew that the root of the problem was their attitude and demeanor, the way they acted in the middle of contests. He knew that they were looked upon as a cartoon character, not as a legitimate singles threat. They felt that Doctor Phate had nothing different to bring to the table due to his silliness and that he was nothing but a clown, a sports entertainer, and not a professional wrestler.
Too bad they would have to be damn near maimed and mutilated to learn that that is not the case.
Not in the least.
There would be no cute stuff this evening. No antics, no guffaws, no belly laughs, not even a chuckle. There would only be precision strikes, violence, insanity, and other things that force parents to put their kids to bed extra early. The things he planned to do tonight were the stuff of nightmares, the kinds of things you witness that engrain themselves into your medulla oblongata and never leave. He felt orgasmic just thinking of the multiple possibilities!
He knew that his possible opponents for this evening, especially his semifinal round opposition Vin E. Lambardo, had scouted him leading into this evening’s contests to look for some kind of hole in his game. All three of them probably trained in the gym for hours, going over the execution of each of His finishing maneuvers. All three of them probably visually consumed Dr. Phate match tape for hours on end, scrutinizing every contest no matter how miniscule or major for even a shred of evidence depicting the weaknesses in his physical or mental conduct in war. They wouldn’t find anything….
Because he wasn’t going to wrestle that way tonight.
They had wasted countless hours for nothing.
You see, they both sat down thinking long and hard about the best way to approach each match when he came up with a moment of brilliance that even shocked Him. It was simple, concise, and to the point.
It was use their own styles against them.
And it was so brilliant that it made Him shed a tear. His boy had finally grown into a f___ed up man. He was so proud!
They were going to fight every battle they fought tonight utilizing their opponent’s respective fighting styles. They would never see it coming, expecting eye pokes and sashaying instead of The Crucible, the Four Aces, or the Sharpshooter.
He was sure Victor Brander, Vin E. Lambardo, and Austin Daniels trained.
He just trained smarter.
They would respect him. They would respect Him.
Or they would learn to absolutely FEAR them.
Showtime was mere minutes away. They adjusted their necktie and smiled. It was time to implement step three.
It was time to secure his destiny.
And it was time to let Him have complete control.
God help anyone and anything standing in their path tonight.
