Post by yarmouth1 on Nov 20, 2012 20:48:55 GMT -4
I'm in my living room were fella is fast a sleep in the corner I'm sat down on my easy chair reading the daily news paper that my I picked up at my local store suddenly my mobile rings I pick it up and its my dad I smile and answer the phone.
Yarmouth: Yo fella how the hell are ya dad?
Dad: Not too bad soon was just going to congratulate you on what you have achieved so far on Asylum.
I look a little puzzled and scratch my head.
Yarmouth: Achieved What the hell you talking about i have done Jack shit apart from fail at every thing I do?
Dad: Now that is not the attitude i taught you son, you have done wondrous things since you arrived here on Asylum you my son are one hell of a monster you nearly won the battle Royal, You nearly won the Tables, Ladders and chairs match you are going to be someone here on Asylum you have to be more positive son.
Yarmouth: I see what you mean dad I need to be more positive in what I do win, Lose or draw I must strive to be the best I can be every time am out of the ring or in it for that matter I really need to be the monster you think I am.
Dad: I don't think you are son I know you are that monster and your next match with TJ this guy has beaten you before right?
I sigh and rub my hands through my hair.
Yarmouth: Yeah he has and what's your point?
Dad: Well this is your time to prove your the better man sure he may be that bit bigger than you but like the old saying goes son the bigger they are the harder they fall.
I smile at the encouragement my father is trying to give me.
Dad: You have the size advantage in this match not much granted but a little one and that will make it easier for you to grapple TJ to the ground and get him in one of those submission moves and make him either pass out cos hes too stubborn to say I quit or he will just simply tap out cos he can't take the pain anymore.
Yarmouth: Yeah that is what I need to do get him on the mat but dad I am all about power and knocking my opponent harder then anyone can.
Dad: And that is how you get you man on the mat young man and then work on the arms or even the legs if he can't stand he can't fight.
I sit up and take in what my father is advising me to do.
Yarmouth: Now I see what your getting at Dad this is great advise.
Suddenly fella barks as he has just woken up.
Dad: What the hell was that, You have a dog now?
Yarmouth: Yeah he keeps me company while I train.
Dad: God lord what ever next and what have you called him?
Yarmouth:Fella.
Dad: OH my god! Son you are taking this fella talk far too seriously you really need to get rid of the dog or at least change his name.
Yarmouth: Hell no dad hes my dog and if know one likes it then tough shit listen I gotta go and train but it was great talking to you and thanks again for the advise.
Dad: OK son that's up to you its your life remember what I told you get TJ to the mat and hes all yours son I will be watching on TV so make me proud.
Yarmouth: I will dad and thanks again by for now.
I hang up the mobile and stand up and walk over to the window and looks outside it's teaming down with rain I sigh and look over at fella.
Yarmouth: You fancy getting wet boy?
Fella barks as I go into my bedroom and then start to get dressed ready for a long jog.
The scene opens up outside and am jogging down the street in the pouring rain with fella running along side me panting heavily I start to thing about what my father had told me on the phone get TJ on the mat and hes all yours.
I then start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: So how do I get a bigger man down to his feet, Hard power shots to the head tried that he can take them, how about a power bomb but first I have to get him in that position in the first place I know get he by the legs a simple leg chop to the back of the knee that's the way to go he will fall like a ton of bricks.
I see a bus shelter and jog over and rest for a minute will fella at my side in the bus shelter there is an old lady sitting there waiting for her bus and then looks at me and smiles.
She has an old rain mac on, Large green wellington boots and is holding a big red cane she looks at me up and down fella walks up to her soaking wet through and she pats him on the back.
Old lady: My you are a big boy aren't and you poor dog is soaking I think I have seen you somewhere before haven't I?
I not at the women as I attempt to dry my face with my wet hands from the rain.
Yarmouth: May be if you like wrestling I'm Yarmouth from Action Packed wrestling.
Old lady: Ah yes Yarmouth that's you yes I remember now my grandson watches Asylum all the time but am afraid you are not the one he cheers for he like your opponent this week better he say's you suck and that TJ will win.
I laugh at the old lady.
Yarmouth: Yeah well everyone has there own opinion but tell your grandson I have a plan for this weeks match and I will win this match it will be tough as TJ is one hell off an opponent but yes I will win and win well.
Old lady: That am sure you will young Yarmouth but be wary of TJ even though he has lost a couple of matches he will be ready for you and will think he has this match won as he has beaten you before so be on you guard.
I look surprised at the old lady on how well she knows about wrestling.
Old lady: Listen just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't watch TV and that I don't watch wrestling with my grandson.
Yarmouth: Fare enough, Listen thanks for the advice but I gotta go looks like the rain has stopped and I gotta finish my jog plus fella here needs his lunch.
The old lady smiles and nods at me and I continue on with my jog and again start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: Man this is bad even the kids think I suck I must start to improve in and out of the ring this has gone too far with me not winning hell I bet Raab is loving this watching me mess up time after time, It's time to prove him and others wrong by making TJ tap out.
This must be the time I win TJ you are good but I need to prove to you and to me that I am the better man I need to do this for me and no one else its gonna be a war of the two big men to huge men collide in the ring can the ring hold together who will make the other tap out who wont say the word I quit and pass out who is gonna win well that my friend is me it has to be for the sake of Jesus Christ it has to be me.
The starts to come out from the broken clouds and mist comes up from the wet roads as I continue my run down the streets of Louisville I again start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: God damn you TJ you have beaten on Asylum and Meltdown but fella this time your mine I will defeat you, I will make you tap hell I will break your arm if needs be to make the win happen this is gonna be a new me someone desperate for a win someone who is a dangerous force to be reckoned with a man on the edge every time I lose a match it fuels my desire to be better the next time around.
You are that fuel TJ and with that fuel I will break you and make you my first victim in a long long time then I will go onto bigger and better things I will win this match TJ I have no quit in me I can not quit, I will not quit this will be my time to shine TJ not yours you have had enough glory its my time to be the man in the spot light, My time to gain the victory I richly deserve There can only be one winner and at the end of the day that winner will be me fella.
I look down at fella who is out of breath and panting heavily I have been jogging for miles so I decide its time to go back home and give fella his first ever bath.
Half an hour later.
I return home and go straight in the shower get dried and then dressed then I start to run the bath for fella who is hiding in the living room.
After the bath is full I go to find fella who is cowering in behind the sofa I move the sofa out of the way and grab fella by the collar he starts to growl at me so I tap him on the nose and he then listens to what i have to say to him.
Yarmouth: Come on fella this is for your own good by god your one heavy son of a bitch I hope TJ I not this heavy when I slam his ass to the mat.
I place fella in the bath and start to wash his body and fella starts to shiver.
Yarmouth: What's up fella you cold or scared mind you if you were TJ you would be scared of a huge monster coming to grab you by the scuff of the neck the only difference been is that I would have choked the living hell out of you and not put you in this bath thank Christ for that the thought of TJ in bath god I feel sick to the stomach.
I lift Fella out of the bath and onto the bathroom floor and he shakes his body and gets me soaking wet.
Yarmouth: God damn it fella I'm wet through you do realize that If you were TJ I would have hammered the hell out of you by now fella.
Fella just barks and licks my face.
Yarmouth: Ha you did that to get your own back for me putting you in the bath good one fella but TJ my friend there is no getting your own back on me kid this time it is me getting my own back on you I own you fella you know it I know hell even my dog knows it.
So TJ get ready for Asylum this week cos this time its gonna be one hell of a war.
The scene fades as I walk into the kitchen to start making lunch with Fella at my side looking up licking his chops.
Yarmouth: Yo fella how the hell are ya dad?
Dad: Not too bad soon was just going to congratulate you on what you have achieved so far on Asylum.
I look a little puzzled and scratch my head.
Yarmouth: Achieved What the hell you talking about i have done Jack shit apart from fail at every thing I do?
Dad: Now that is not the attitude i taught you son, you have done wondrous things since you arrived here on Asylum you my son are one hell of a monster you nearly won the battle Royal, You nearly won the Tables, Ladders and chairs match you are going to be someone here on Asylum you have to be more positive son.
Yarmouth: I see what you mean dad I need to be more positive in what I do win, Lose or draw I must strive to be the best I can be every time am out of the ring or in it for that matter I really need to be the monster you think I am.
Dad: I don't think you are son I know you are that monster and your next match with TJ this guy has beaten you before right?
I sigh and rub my hands through my hair.
Yarmouth: Yeah he has and what's your point?
Dad: Well this is your time to prove your the better man sure he may be that bit bigger than you but like the old saying goes son the bigger they are the harder they fall.
I smile at the encouragement my father is trying to give me.
Dad: You have the size advantage in this match not much granted but a little one and that will make it easier for you to grapple TJ to the ground and get him in one of those submission moves and make him either pass out cos hes too stubborn to say I quit or he will just simply tap out cos he can't take the pain anymore.
Yarmouth: Yeah that is what I need to do get him on the mat but dad I am all about power and knocking my opponent harder then anyone can.
Dad: And that is how you get you man on the mat young man and then work on the arms or even the legs if he can't stand he can't fight.
I sit up and take in what my father is advising me to do.
Yarmouth: Now I see what your getting at Dad this is great advise.
Suddenly fella barks as he has just woken up.
Dad: What the hell was that, You have a dog now?
Yarmouth: Yeah he keeps me company while I train.
Dad: God lord what ever next and what have you called him?
Yarmouth:Fella.
Dad: OH my god! Son you are taking this fella talk far too seriously you really need to get rid of the dog or at least change his name.
Yarmouth: Hell no dad hes my dog and if know one likes it then tough shit listen I gotta go and train but it was great talking to you and thanks again for the advise.
Dad: OK son that's up to you its your life remember what I told you get TJ to the mat and hes all yours son I will be watching on TV so make me proud.
Yarmouth: I will dad and thanks again by for now.
I hang up the mobile and stand up and walk over to the window and looks outside it's teaming down with rain I sigh and look over at fella.
Yarmouth: You fancy getting wet boy?
Fella barks as I go into my bedroom and then start to get dressed ready for a long jog.
The scene opens up outside and am jogging down the street in the pouring rain with fella running along side me panting heavily I start to thing about what my father had told me on the phone get TJ on the mat and hes all yours.
I then start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: So how do I get a bigger man down to his feet, Hard power shots to the head tried that he can take them, how about a power bomb but first I have to get him in that position in the first place I know get he by the legs a simple leg chop to the back of the knee that's the way to go he will fall like a ton of bricks.
I see a bus shelter and jog over and rest for a minute will fella at my side in the bus shelter there is an old lady sitting there waiting for her bus and then looks at me and smiles.
She has an old rain mac on, Large green wellington boots and is holding a big red cane she looks at me up and down fella walks up to her soaking wet through and she pats him on the back.
Old lady: My you are a big boy aren't and you poor dog is soaking I think I have seen you somewhere before haven't I?
I not at the women as I attempt to dry my face with my wet hands from the rain.
Yarmouth: May be if you like wrestling I'm Yarmouth from Action Packed wrestling.
Old lady: Ah yes Yarmouth that's you yes I remember now my grandson watches Asylum all the time but am afraid you are not the one he cheers for he like your opponent this week better he say's you suck and that TJ will win.
I laugh at the old lady.
Yarmouth: Yeah well everyone has there own opinion but tell your grandson I have a plan for this weeks match and I will win this match it will be tough as TJ is one hell off an opponent but yes I will win and win well.
Old lady: That am sure you will young Yarmouth but be wary of TJ even though he has lost a couple of matches he will be ready for you and will think he has this match won as he has beaten you before so be on you guard.
I look surprised at the old lady on how well she knows about wrestling.
Old lady: Listen just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't watch TV and that I don't watch wrestling with my grandson.
Yarmouth: Fare enough, Listen thanks for the advice but I gotta go looks like the rain has stopped and I gotta finish my jog plus fella here needs his lunch.
The old lady smiles and nods at me and I continue on with my jog and again start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: Man this is bad even the kids think I suck I must start to improve in and out of the ring this has gone too far with me not winning hell I bet Raab is loving this watching me mess up time after time, It's time to prove him and others wrong by making TJ tap out.
This must be the time I win TJ you are good but I need to prove to you and to me that I am the better man I need to do this for me and no one else its gonna be a war of the two big men to huge men collide in the ring can the ring hold together who will make the other tap out who wont say the word I quit and pass out who is gonna win well that my friend is me it has to be for the sake of Jesus Christ it has to be me.
The starts to come out from the broken clouds and mist comes up from the wet roads as I continue my run down the streets of Louisville I again start to talk to myself.
Yarmouth: God damn you TJ you have beaten on Asylum and Meltdown but fella this time your mine I will defeat you, I will make you tap hell I will break your arm if needs be to make the win happen this is gonna be a new me someone desperate for a win someone who is a dangerous force to be reckoned with a man on the edge every time I lose a match it fuels my desire to be better the next time around.
You are that fuel TJ and with that fuel I will break you and make you my first victim in a long long time then I will go onto bigger and better things I will win this match TJ I have no quit in me I can not quit, I will not quit this will be my time to shine TJ not yours you have had enough glory its my time to be the man in the spot light, My time to gain the victory I richly deserve There can only be one winner and at the end of the day that winner will be me fella.
I look down at fella who is out of breath and panting heavily I have been jogging for miles so I decide its time to go back home and give fella his first ever bath.
Half an hour later.
I return home and go straight in the shower get dried and then dressed then I start to run the bath for fella who is hiding in the living room.
After the bath is full I go to find fella who is cowering in behind the sofa I move the sofa out of the way and grab fella by the collar he starts to growl at me so I tap him on the nose and he then listens to what i have to say to him.
Yarmouth: Come on fella this is for your own good by god your one heavy son of a bitch I hope TJ I not this heavy when I slam his ass to the mat.
I place fella in the bath and start to wash his body and fella starts to shiver.
Yarmouth: What's up fella you cold or scared mind you if you were TJ you would be scared of a huge monster coming to grab you by the scuff of the neck the only difference been is that I would have choked the living hell out of you and not put you in this bath thank Christ for that the thought of TJ in bath god I feel sick to the stomach.
I lift Fella out of the bath and onto the bathroom floor and he shakes his body and gets me soaking wet.
Yarmouth: God damn it fella I'm wet through you do realize that If you were TJ I would have hammered the hell out of you by now fella.
Fella just barks and licks my face.
Yarmouth: Ha you did that to get your own back for me putting you in the bath good one fella but TJ my friend there is no getting your own back on me kid this time it is me getting my own back on you I own you fella you know it I know hell even my dog knows it.
So TJ get ready for Asylum this week cos this time its gonna be one hell of a war.
The scene fades as I walk into the kitchen to start making lunch with Fella at my side looking up licking his chops.
