Post by Buckson Gooch on Nov 17, 2012 0:46:39 GMT -4
The sound of a horse’s hooves trampling over the grass opens to the beautiful fields own by Buckson Gooch. Buck is gently riding his blue roan. The larger than average horse is carrying his larger than average companion. Gooch does this every night, he takes his blue roan, Simmons, on a trot around his farm. Simmons was by far the most loyal horse that Gooch has had. Simmons was used as a stud for years and Gooch swooped in and got him as a rescue. The big beautiful steed still got fair action, but that wasn’t his whole purpose now. Some of Simmons offspring went for high dollar and it seemed that half the county had some of Simmons “babies.” Every night Buck would right Simmons around and talk to him like he was a person. Buck never thought it was crazy to talk to his horse...he was only crazy if Simmons started to talk back.
Buckson Gooch: It’s going to get cold soon, Simmons.
The horse let out a deep whinny. If the big blue roan could talk, he would probably have a really deep voice and sound like a Texan, at least that is what Buck liked to think.
Buckson Gooch: Got a big match this week. The winner is sure to be picking up some extra money in his check this week. We could sure use the money.
Buck surveyed the land, nothing out of the ordinary. The fence hadn’t been bothered since Mac set up the booby trap. Buck knew trouble would come again, as trouble always does, but he was enjoying the time of peace.
Buckson Gooch: You know, in a match this size I couldn’t possibly prepare for every opponent. The best plan of action this week will be to fight for my life. Swing my big fists. A tornado of fists and teeth.
Gooch laughes at his reference to Saturday Night Live from the mid 90’s. Who didn’t love Will Ferrell’s Harry Carey impression?
Buckson Gooch: This week, they will have to beat me. I’m going to give 100%. I’m not just fighting for my life, but I’m fighting for my wife, my kids, my farm. I’m not going to lose my land without the best fight that I can give.
The Arkansas sky turns dark as the sun sets, turning into a chilly dusk, and a cold night. It seemed like only a week ago temperatures where in the 80’s, but as they say in Arkansas, if you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes. The cool air usually brings families closer together, huddled inside around the dinner table or television set. These first nights of frost makes a contemplative man like Buckson Gooch more distant from his family. His wife gave up worrying about him talking to Simmons long ago, she knew it was good for him. This year will be better, but in times back, this was a scary time. Money is slow coming in. As a bear goes in for hibernation, Gooch would sink into the recesses of his mind trying to figure out how to provide for his family. The checks that are coming in now are keeping his family afloat and paying of the creditors one by one...He has more peace of mind than he’s had in at least 8 years.
Like Pavlov’s dogs, when the weather gets cool, Gooch works harder and stays outside longer. The money isn’t the issue, this is his time to focus now. Focus on keeping the money coming in. It’s not all about the money, but if you separate a cub from it’s mama, there will be problems. If someone gets between a man of character like Buckson Gooch and his family, there will be problems. For what lacks in wrestling experience, he makes up for in vicious competitiveness...As his opponents could attest to.
The last tip of sun falls behind the distant, Ozark mountains and Buck pulls up on the reigns. Most people rednecks would sit on their decks and sip on sweet tea or something a little stronger... that would be great if Buck had a deck. He loves sweet tea, but doesn’t drink anything stronger.
The large redneck is still decked out in his working duds, working until dusk isn’t uncommon from the Possomgrape native. His overalls have a hue of brown from dirt, his white t-shirt is dingy, damp, and dirty. He knows Simmons doesn’t judge him, but some competitors in APW might. Some might make fun of his names, he was a child once. Children would make fun, but as they matured, his classmates grew to respect Buck. His ferociousness on the football field and his natural leadership ability gained much respect, his less than stellar classroom performance wasn’t remembered. Buck was a smart guy, but not book smart. His hard work in the classroom, on the field, and on the farm made him respected in the community.
Buck is the kind of guy that if you pay him to do a job, he’ll do his dead level best. If that’s digging a ditch or wrestling in an 8 man tag match.
Buckson Gooch: Getting cool out here, Simmons. Sun going down. It’s about to get dark. That doesn't stop the world. Makes me think. You know that. This week is going to be a fight, but I'm up for it, bud. I have a lot to gain by winning this match. I'll be thinking about my family, the farm, you. I've gotta win this for what lies under the umbrella of Gooch. Do I have a lot to fight for? You bet I do. APW is going to see the heart and will that I have. I will fight with honor. I will fight to win.
A few lights begin to show in the sky as darkness falls, those few lights are joined by more as a beautiful bouquet of starlight falls on the Gooch farm. Even though he’s lived out in the country his entire life, Buckson Gooch still takes the time to look at the stars. He counts his blessing as he counts the stars. Trusty Simmons knows the path, he’s done it 1,000 times.
He looks at the formation of the stars and thinks about the 8 man tag match this week. Much like the beauty of the chaotic, clusters of stars in the sky, there will be a beautiful, chaotic scene amongst 8 men. Through all of the chaos there will be one bright shining star.
That star will have earned it.
Much like our Earth keeping on spinning, we’ll see the star closest to us, that being the Sun. The sun provides food for the plants (through photosynthesis of course), provides heat for our bodies, and does so many other things.
Someone’s career is about to brighten up here in APW. Someone is going to be catapulted up the card, as Bane told me earlier today. Someone is going to go from being a sparkle to being a bright shining, heat wielding force.
Buck wants it to be him.
The almost instantaneous drop in temperature makes the damp shirt cooler, Buck shivers a little but gets used to the temp. Regardless of his feelings, work still has to get done. The world doesn’t take a break because life gets uncomfortable.
Buckson Gooch: This is the end of the road, my friend.
Buck hops off of Simmons and leads him into the stable behind the barn. Buck brushes his mane and takes of the saddle. The nights getting colder means that Simmons needs to stay warmer so Buck tosses a blanket over the top and feeds Simmons an apple.
Buckson Gooch: Good night, Simmons. Thanks for the conversation.
Buck gets a smile on his face, enjoying his time with Simmons. As he walks back to his house, he thinks about taking care of Simmons. Some of it is just common sense.
Make sure he feels safe.
Make sure he’s warm.
Make sure he says fed.
Life is pretty simple when you don’t overthink things. This week will be another case of not overthinking things. You hit someone hard enough their lights go out. Masked Butlers, G’s, and others trying to find themselves. We’re all just trying to get by.
The rest of the world does things differently. Does it way too fast.
In the South we slow things down. We use common sense. We care about our neighbors, sometimes we have to show tough love. All blended together, that’s Southern Hospitality. This week it would be easy to throw out angry remarks about my opponents, but it's just not worth it. Why not take it a little slower? My opponents are just as hungry with their own motivations. The matter is that of toughness...Do I even need to say it? The Sons of the South are the toughest hombre's on Meltdown. I could go on, but I'd rather just show you.
This week, my opponents will be introduced with another dose of Southern Hospitality.
I hope you like the feeling. You’ll always be welcome.
Buckson Gooch: It’s going to get cold soon, Simmons.
The horse let out a deep whinny. If the big blue roan could talk, he would probably have a really deep voice and sound like a Texan, at least that is what Buck liked to think.
Buckson Gooch: Got a big match this week. The winner is sure to be picking up some extra money in his check this week. We could sure use the money.
Buck surveyed the land, nothing out of the ordinary. The fence hadn’t been bothered since Mac set up the booby trap. Buck knew trouble would come again, as trouble always does, but he was enjoying the time of peace.
Buckson Gooch: You know, in a match this size I couldn’t possibly prepare for every opponent. The best plan of action this week will be to fight for my life. Swing my big fists. A tornado of fists and teeth.
Gooch laughes at his reference to Saturday Night Live from the mid 90’s. Who didn’t love Will Ferrell’s Harry Carey impression?
Buckson Gooch: This week, they will have to beat me. I’m going to give 100%. I’m not just fighting for my life, but I’m fighting for my wife, my kids, my farm. I’m not going to lose my land without the best fight that I can give.
The Arkansas sky turns dark as the sun sets, turning into a chilly dusk, and a cold night. It seemed like only a week ago temperatures where in the 80’s, but as they say in Arkansas, if you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes. The cool air usually brings families closer together, huddled inside around the dinner table or television set. These first nights of frost makes a contemplative man like Buckson Gooch more distant from his family. His wife gave up worrying about him talking to Simmons long ago, she knew it was good for him. This year will be better, but in times back, this was a scary time. Money is slow coming in. As a bear goes in for hibernation, Gooch would sink into the recesses of his mind trying to figure out how to provide for his family. The checks that are coming in now are keeping his family afloat and paying of the creditors one by one...He has more peace of mind than he’s had in at least 8 years.
Like Pavlov’s dogs, when the weather gets cool, Gooch works harder and stays outside longer. The money isn’t the issue, this is his time to focus now. Focus on keeping the money coming in. It’s not all about the money, but if you separate a cub from it’s mama, there will be problems. If someone gets between a man of character like Buckson Gooch and his family, there will be problems. For what lacks in wrestling experience, he makes up for in vicious competitiveness...As his opponents could attest to.
The last tip of sun falls behind the distant, Ozark mountains and Buck pulls up on the reigns. Most people rednecks would sit on their decks and sip on sweet tea or something a little stronger... that would be great if Buck had a deck. He loves sweet tea, but doesn’t drink anything stronger.
The large redneck is still decked out in his working duds, working until dusk isn’t uncommon from the Possomgrape native. His overalls have a hue of brown from dirt, his white t-shirt is dingy, damp, and dirty. He knows Simmons doesn’t judge him, but some competitors in APW might. Some might make fun of his names, he was a child once. Children would make fun, but as they matured, his classmates grew to respect Buck. His ferociousness on the football field and his natural leadership ability gained much respect, his less than stellar classroom performance wasn’t remembered. Buck was a smart guy, but not book smart. His hard work in the classroom, on the field, and on the farm made him respected in the community.
Buck is the kind of guy that if you pay him to do a job, he’ll do his dead level best. If that’s digging a ditch or wrestling in an 8 man tag match.
Buckson Gooch: Getting cool out here, Simmons. Sun going down. It’s about to get dark. That doesn't stop the world. Makes me think. You know that. This week is going to be a fight, but I'm up for it, bud. I have a lot to gain by winning this match. I'll be thinking about my family, the farm, you. I've gotta win this for what lies under the umbrella of Gooch. Do I have a lot to fight for? You bet I do. APW is going to see the heart and will that I have. I will fight with honor. I will fight to win.
A few lights begin to show in the sky as darkness falls, those few lights are joined by more as a beautiful bouquet of starlight falls on the Gooch farm. Even though he’s lived out in the country his entire life, Buckson Gooch still takes the time to look at the stars. He counts his blessing as he counts the stars. Trusty Simmons knows the path, he’s done it 1,000 times.
He looks at the formation of the stars and thinks about the 8 man tag match this week. Much like the beauty of the chaotic, clusters of stars in the sky, there will be a beautiful, chaotic scene amongst 8 men. Through all of the chaos there will be one bright shining star.
That star will have earned it.
Much like our Earth keeping on spinning, we’ll see the star closest to us, that being the Sun. The sun provides food for the plants (through photosynthesis of course), provides heat for our bodies, and does so many other things.
Someone’s career is about to brighten up here in APW. Someone is going to be catapulted up the card, as Bane told me earlier today. Someone is going to go from being a sparkle to being a bright shining, heat wielding force.
Buck wants it to be him.
The almost instantaneous drop in temperature makes the damp shirt cooler, Buck shivers a little but gets used to the temp. Regardless of his feelings, work still has to get done. The world doesn’t take a break because life gets uncomfortable.
Buckson Gooch: This is the end of the road, my friend.
Buck hops off of Simmons and leads him into the stable behind the barn. Buck brushes his mane and takes of the saddle. The nights getting colder means that Simmons needs to stay warmer so Buck tosses a blanket over the top and feeds Simmons an apple.
Buckson Gooch: Good night, Simmons. Thanks for the conversation.
Buck gets a smile on his face, enjoying his time with Simmons. As he walks back to his house, he thinks about taking care of Simmons. Some of it is just common sense.
Make sure he feels safe.
Make sure he’s warm.
Make sure he says fed.
Life is pretty simple when you don’t overthink things. This week will be another case of not overthinking things. You hit someone hard enough their lights go out. Masked Butlers, G’s, and others trying to find themselves. We’re all just trying to get by.
The rest of the world does things differently. Does it way too fast.
In the South we slow things down. We use common sense. We care about our neighbors, sometimes we have to show tough love. All blended together, that’s Southern Hospitality. This week it would be easy to throw out angry remarks about my opponents, but it's just not worth it. Why not take it a little slower? My opponents are just as hungry with their own motivations. The matter is that of toughness...Do I even need to say it? The Sons of the South are the toughest hombre's on Meltdown. I could go on, but I'd rather just show you.
This week, my opponents will be introduced with another dose of Southern Hospitality.
I hope you like the feeling. You’ll always be welcome.
