Post by Buckson Gooch on Nov 21, 2012 17:09:23 GMT -4
“If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people.”
― Jarod Kintz, author
After a hard fought team loss, Buckson Gooch finds no rest for the weary. Winning and losing is important in that the amount on your check is different, but sometimes things are out of your control. There was no way that The Sons of The South could carry a team being anchored by Chris Gunn. Gunn ultimately took the pin despite the best efforts of Bane and Gooch. While the loss stings Buck’s slightly growing pocketbook, Gooch has to look ahead immediately. He has another But gentlemen, being crazy, being a degenerate, and being evil doesn’t necessarily win matches. We all know that it comes down to skill, and a disciplined man can hold his own with unpredictable deviants. Gooch is the man and he knows that.
The last minute, Late Afternoon appointment with Dr. Villegas should get Gooch cleared. For some reason, Bane's physical went extremely quickly. Yet Villegas ran more tests on Gooch for some reason. Being drafted to Overdrive, the men needed a clean bill of health.
Thus, the light shines brightly in the eyes of Buckson Gooch. The Doctor looks closely as Gooch’s pupils dilate properly.
Mac Bane: Does he have a concussion?
The doctor turns the light off and pats Buck on the shoulder.
Dr. Villegas: No concussion. Nothing that prevents your passing. I will be glad to turn these results into APW. Congrats on being drafted.
The doctor smiles and sits on his wheelie chair. He signs a paper clearing Gooch to compete this week.
Buckson Gooch: Thanks, doc.
Handshakes go all around and the Sons of the South leave the room. Buck tucks the letter in the front pocket of his overalls. They push the big doors open and head out into the waiting room.
Mac Bane: You ready for another match this week?
Buckson Gooch: Does a fat girl sweat?
Bane smiles and adjusts his black Stetson. Bane, being a man of class and character, is wearing a black t-shirt, black sports coat, a pair of nice Wranglers, and his Stetson. They are truly opposites as they leave the doctor’s office. Mac passed his physical with flying colors, but the doctor must’ve thought something was wrong with Gooch mentally...maybe it was the slowed speech and southern drawl...but he still passed.
Buckson Gooch: I hate losing at anything, Bane. I’m a competitive guy. If I wasn’t, I would’ve sold the farm or gone out of business a long time ago. Losing takes money off the table for my family. I don’t fight because I enjoy it, I fight because I have to. A guy can like to fight and end up on the losing side and be okay with it...I’m not that guy. I hate to lose, if we run across Gunn again, I’ll be taking a piece out of his hide proportionate to the payoff I lost because of him.
The smile on Bane’s face drops. He sneers. Buck grabs his own chin and cracks his neck.
His demeanor is turning aggressive. Everyone notices, so instead of getting him worked up and having him tear up the waiting room, they look to leave. Mac, sort of contorts his face and turns to Buck.
Mac Bane: Let me tell you a little bit about my friend Berrick O’Murphy. He’s going to drive us to Seagoville, TX. Our friend Tytus Rost lives there. While Berrick is eccentric, He’s managed some greats. World champs. Guys who really made an impact. Just keep your ears open and you’re likely to learn something.
Outside waiting for them is a black Escalade. Bane lets Gooch have shot gun and crawls in. Berrick is an odd little man. Not old, but sure not young. His age is evasive, but the focus can easily go to his blue hair and odd green eyes. Without any provocation, Berrick begins enlightening the members of the car.
Berrick O’Murphy: Holocaust survivor, Edward Yashinksy, once said, “Fear not your enemies, for they can only kill you.Fear not your friends, for they can only betray you.Fear only the indifferent, who permit the killers and betrayers to walk safely on the earth.” Men…this isn’t time to be indifferent. This isn’t time to betray one another…treat one another as enemies...
He begins to mutter under his breath. And a deep voice comes from the backseat. The chiseled featured, slim man is Jarvis Cole, former world champion.
Jarvis Cole: Donald Deruty picks up a good chunk of money and a title shot. Pretty good night for him, huh, Buck?
Buckson Gooch: I guess, he did.
Jarvis Cole loved to antagonize Buck. Has since they were high school age. Buck would come visit his family and Mac and Jarvis were best friends in school. Both had gone into the military, both had gone into wrestling after that. Jarvis would never admit it, but he looked down on Buck. Jarvis was being all he could, and felt that Buck could’ve done more, if he would only get out of the family business. They weren’t buddies, but were cordial. Almost intentionally, Berrick went from mumbling to speaking clearly.
Berrick O’Murphy: Joseph Conrad once said, “You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.”
This comment from Berrick felt like it lingered in the air, staying on his lips, for longer than it actually did. The fact that Berrick had penetrated what needed to be done in such succinct language took everyone aback. It was what needed to be done. Like a master psychologist, Berrick has broken the tension in the car.
Jarvis Cole: Berrick’s right. You’ll get them next time.
Bane smiles as a thought crosses his mind.
Buckson Gooch: All I can do is my best and my best is better than most.
Mac Bane: You already said that, Gooch.
Buckson Gooch: I still mean it!
Everyone laughs again as Bane states the obvious. There was never any doubt that Gooch was going to try his hardest. As the momentary laughing at Buck’s expense died down, silence again overtakes the vehicle until “My Humps” by the Black Eyed Peas starts ringing.
Jarvis Cole: You have got to be kidding.
Berrick hits the Bluetooth button on the steering wheel.
Berrick O’Murphy: Hello!
A thick Russian accent blares over the speakers in the car. A softer voice, almost a rasp.
Tytus Rost: Hey Berrick, how’s Gooch?
Buckson Gooch: I’m fine. Did you guys think I got kicked by Simmons?
The inhabitants of the car bust up laughing. Simmons the horse is a lover, not a fighter.
Tytus Rost : Good stuff. Good luck with your match next week. The good news, at least one of you will win. Later fellas.
Rost hangs up the phone and the thick silence falls deeper in the car. Gooch’s eyes feel heavy and he drifts off to sleep. The trip was only about two hours, but the sun begins to set early in the fall. The large Texas sun is fading fast as Gooch’s eyes open. The rough gravel road leads them to what has affectionately been called Rost Ranch. The occupants of the car get out and Cole finds the closest tree, whips out his johnson and takes a leak.
Buckson Gooch: Real classy, Cole.
Gooch, Bane, and O’Murphy get to the house and smell the succulent smell of the grill fired up. They walk around the house with Jarvis in close pursuit. While Cole looks down on Gooch, he has proven time and again to be more uncouth. Tytus has the grill fired up and the aroma of steaks marinated in A1 sauce wafts around the house...the scent almost leads the brood to the back porch.
They see Tytus Rost. A former champion in his own right, his giant hands are flipping steaks over. He’s put on some weight since the guys saw him last, but he hung up the boots in retirement. His ranch keeps him somewhat busy, it was Bane that got him interested, and Gooch that helped him with some of the farming. Rost’s eyes get bright when he sees Gooch and shakes his hand heartily.
Tytus Rost: Good to see you, comrade.
As Texas sun sets, Buckson Gooch, Jarvis Cole, Berrick O’Murphy, Mac Bane, and Tytus Rost are all seated on Rost’s back porch. Sunset at Rost Ranch is a beautiful sight to be seen.Bane gets to his feet to get a drink. His boots practically make music as they cross the hardwood porch.
Berrick O’Murphy: Congratulations on getting drafted guys, I neglected to mention good job, I'm sure two men of your stature and ability will fend just find.
Bane nods and sits next to Jarvis, they lean their chairs back with their feet on a board crossing the back of the porch. He looks over to Gooch and nods. A sly smirk comes across Bane’s face. He loves to ask questions to Gooch that he already knows the answer to, he just likes to hear Gooch respond with excitement.
Mac Bane: You ready for the elimination match?
Small talk from Mac, this is good. Gooch lifts up his glass of sweet tea and looks to the sunset. The sweet sugary tea is nice on a cool evening. Northerners would consider it syrup and want to put it on pancakes, but in the South, this is sweet tea. Gooch winks at Bane, he smirks. He knew the answer before he asked it. I’ve trained all week, physically…emotionally…
Buckson Gooch: Seems like this week is going to be therapeutic. If I give it my best, If I sling these ham hocks. Someone is going to get hurt. Do that often enough and the opponents are gone. Technical fighting has a place, but in a war like elimination matches...might makes right.
Mac Bane: Yep. With all that has gone on, they have to expect it. Their only choice is to be prepared. As best they can be. You’re still the new kid on the block and that’s good and that’s bad. Good in that they haven’t scouted you, bad in that you haven’t scouted them.
Buckson Gooch: How many brawls were you in as a youngster that you scouted your opponents? What about gang fights? Scouting is well and good, but I intend to bring an intense brawl to the match. Blood will flow.
Buck pulls his hands through his matted dark hair. He honestly believes he will cause havoc at Overdrive. Krunk, Shadow, Azrael Goeren and Buckson Gooch are going to have their hands full with Envi, Delikado, Yarmouth, and AJP. It’s going to be a war, but Gooch looks forward to it. Positive thinking and mental preparation will go with his Southern Hospitality. If there were ever opposites in the world, Azrael Goeren and Buckson Gooch may them. Buck runs though his style in his mind, fights he’s fought, fights he’s won. He thinks about Goeren’s different view...they are from two different worlds...but he thinks that their team will reach optimum violence. A smile creeps across his face. The man he was looking forward to squaring off with this week is Yarmouth. Yarmouth is a big guy. A brawler. What looks to be a mean guy. Gooch has a sort of sick idea of wondering if he could take a punch from Yarmouth, just like Yarmouth is wondering the same thing. Experience is great...but this brawl is just going to be every man for himself. Maybe they can meet in a more civilized manner down the road, but this match won't be that. It will be a gritty, nasty dog fight. Gooch is more than prepared. The money in his bank account will be going up this week. The silent moment of reflection is broken up by the raspy voiced Russian.
Tytus Rost: Come and get it boys.
Mac, Gooch, Jarvis, and O’Murphy step back from their chairs and they head to the picnic table on the west side of the deck. Tytus has cooked up steaks that have to be 50 oz. if they are anything. They will dine like kings. Fight like heroes. Live life like dignified men.
The screen fades as Gooch says grace.
― Jarod Kintz, author
After a hard fought team loss, Buckson Gooch finds no rest for the weary. Winning and losing is important in that the amount on your check is different, but sometimes things are out of your control. There was no way that The Sons of The South could carry a team being anchored by Chris Gunn. Gunn ultimately took the pin despite the best efforts of Bane and Gooch. While the loss stings Buck’s slightly growing pocketbook, Gooch has to look ahead immediately. He has another But gentlemen, being crazy, being a degenerate, and being evil doesn’t necessarily win matches. We all know that it comes down to skill, and a disciplined man can hold his own with unpredictable deviants. Gooch is the man and he knows that.
The last minute, Late Afternoon appointment with Dr. Villegas should get Gooch cleared. For some reason, Bane's physical went extremely quickly. Yet Villegas ran more tests on Gooch for some reason. Being drafted to Overdrive, the men needed a clean bill of health.
Thus, the light shines brightly in the eyes of Buckson Gooch. The Doctor looks closely as Gooch’s pupils dilate properly.
Mac Bane: Does he have a concussion?
The doctor turns the light off and pats Buck on the shoulder.
Dr. Villegas: No concussion. Nothing that prevents your passing. I will be glad to turn these results into APW. Congrats on being drafted.
The doctor smiles and sits on his wheelie chair. He signs a paper clearing Gooch to compete this week.
Buckson Gooch: Thanks, doc.
Handshakes go all around and the Sons of the South leave the room. Buck tucks the letter in the front pocket of his overalls. They push the big doors open and head out into the waiting room.
Mac Bane: You ready for another match this week?
Buckson Gooch: Does a fat girl sweat?
Bane smiles and adjusts his black Stetson. Bane, being a man of class and character, is wearing a black t-shirt, black sports coat, a pair of nice Wranglers, and his Stetson. They are truly opposites as they leave the doctor’s office. Mac passed his physical with flying colors, but the doctor must’ve thought something was wrong with Gooch mentally...maybe it was the slowed speech and southern drawl...but he still passed.
Buckson Gooch: I hate losing at anything, Bane. I’m a competitive guy. If I wasn’t, I would’ve sold the farm or gone out of business a long time ago. Losing takes money off the table for my family. I don’t fight because I enjoy it, I fight because I have to. A guy can like to fight and end up on the losing side and be okay with it...I’m not that guy. I hate to lose, if we run across Gunn again, I’ll be taking a piece out of his hide proportionate to the payoff I lost because of him.
The smile on Bane’s face drops. He sneers. Buck grabs his own chin and cracks his neck.
His demeanor is turning aggressive. Everyone notices, so instead of getting him worked up and having him tear up the waiting room, they look to leave. Mac, sort of contorts his face and turns to Buck.
Mac Bane: Let me tell you a little bit about my friend Berrick O’Murphy. He’s going to drive us to Seagoville, TX. Our friend Tytus Rost lives there. While Berrick is eccentric, He’s managed some greats. World champs. Guys who really made an impact. Just keep your ears open and you’re likely to learn something.
Outside waiting for them is a black Escalade. Bane lets Gooch have shot gun and crawls in. Berrick is an odd little man. Not old, but sure not young. His age is evasive, but the focus can easily go to his blue hair and odd green eyes. Without any provocation, Berrick begins enlightening the members of the car.
Berrick O’Murphy: Holocaust survivor, Edward Yashinksy, once said, “Fear not your enemies, for they can only kill you.Fear not your friends, for they can only betray you.Fear only the indifferent, who permit the killers and betrayers to walk safely on the earth.” Men…this isn’t time to be indifferent. This isn’t time to betray one another…treat one another as enemies...
He begins to mutter under his breath. And a deep voice comes from the backseat. The chiseled featured, slim man is Jarvis Cole, former world champion.
Jarvis Cole: Donald Deruty picks up a good chunk of money and a title shot. Pretty good night for him, huh, Buck?
Buckson Gooch: I guess, he did.
Jarvis Cole loved to antagonize Buck. Has since they were high school age. Buck would come visit his family and Mac and Jarvis were best friends in school. Both had gone into the military, both had gone into wrestling after that. Jarvis would never admit it, but he looked down on Buck. Jarvis was being all he could, and felt that Buck could’ve done more, if he would only get out of the family business. They weren’t buddies, but were cordial. Almost intentionally, Berrick went from mumbling to speaking clearly.
Berrick O’Murphy: Joseph Conrad once said, “You can't, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty.”
This comment from Berrick felt like it lingered in the air, staying on his lips, for longer than it actually did. The fact that Berrick had penetrated what needed to be done in such succinct language took everyone aback. It was what needed to be done. Like a master psychologist, Berrick has broken the tension in the car.
Jarvis Cole: Berrick’s right. You’ll get them next time.
Bane smiles as a thought crosses his mind.
Buckson Gooch: All I can do is my best and my best is better than most.
Mac Bane: You already said that, Gooch.
Buckson Gooch: I still mean it!
Everyone laughs again as Bane states the obvious. There was never any doubt that Gooch was going to try his hardest. As the momentary laughing at Buck’s expense died down, silence again overtakes the vehicle until “My Humps” by the Black Eyed Peas starts ringing.
Jarvis Cole: You have got to be kidding.
Berrick hits the Bluetooth button on the steering wheel.
Berrick O’Murphy: Hello!
A thick Russian accent blares over the speakers in the car. A softer voice, almost a rasp.
Tytus Rost: Hey Berrick, how’s Gooch?
Buckson Gooch: I’m fine. Did you guys think I got kicked by Simmons?
The inhabitants of the car bust up laughing. Simmons the horse is a lover, not a fighter.
Tytus Rost : Good stuff. Good luck with your match next week. The good news, at least one of you will win. Later fellas.
Rost hangs up the phone and the thick silence falls deeper in the car. Gooch’s eyes feel heavy and he drifts off to sleep. The trip was only about two hours, but the sun begins to set early in the fall. The large Texas sun is fading fast as Gooch’s eyes open. The rough gravel road leads them to what has affectionately been called Rost Ranch. The occupants of the car get out and Cole finds the closest tree, whips out his johnson and takes a leak.
Buckson Gooch: Real classy, Cole.
Gooch, Bane, and O’Murphy get to the house and smell the succulent smell of the grill fired up. They walk around the house with Jarvis in close pursuit. While Cole looks down on Gooch, he has proven time and again to be more uncouth. Tytus has the grill fired up and the aroma of steaks marinated in A1 sauce wafts around the house...the scent almost leads the brood to the back porch.
They see Tytus Rost. A former champion in his own right, his giant hands are flipping steaks over. He’s put on some weight since the guys saw him last, but he hung up the boots in retirement. His ranch keeps him somewhat busy, it was Bane that got him interested, and Gooch that helped him with some of the farming. Rost’s eyes get bright when he sees Gooch and shakes his hand heartily.
Tytus Rost: Good to see you, comrade.
As Texas sun sets, Buckson Gooch, Jarvis Cole, Berrick O’Murphy, Mac Bane, and Tytus Rost are all seated on Rost’s back porch. Sunset at Rost Ranch is a beautiful sight to be seen.Bane gets to his feet to get a drink. His boots practically make music as they cross the hardwood porch.
Berrick O’Murphy: Congratulations on getting drafted guys, I neglected to mention good job, I'm sure two men of your stature and ability will fend just find.
Bane nods and sits next to Jarvis, they lean their chairs back with their feet on a board crossing the back of the porch. He looks over to Gooch and nods. A sly smirk comes across Bane’s face. He loves to ask questions to Gooch that he already knows the answer to, he just likes to hear Gooch respond with excitement.
Mac Bane: You ready for the elimination match?
Small talk from Mac, this is good. Gooch lifts up his glass of sweet tea and looks to the sunset. The sweet sugary tea is nice on a cool evening. Northerners would consider it syrup and want to put it on pancakes, but in the South, this is sweet tea. Gooch winks at Bane, he smirks. He knew the answer before he asked it. I’ve trained all week, physically…emotionally…
Buckson Gooch: Seems like this week is going to be therapeutic. If I give it my best, If I sling these ham hocks. Someone is going to get hurt. Do that often enough and the opponents are gone. Technical fighting has a place, but in a war like elimination matches...might makes right.
Mac Bane: Yep. With all that has gone on, they have to expect it. Their only choice is to be prepared. As best they can be. You’re still the new kid on the block and that’s good and that’s bad. Good in that they haven’t scouted you, bad in that you haven’t scouted them.
Buckson Gooch: How many brawls were you in as a youngster that you scouted your opponents? What about gang fights? Scouting is well and good, but I intend to bring an intense brawl to the match. Blood will flow.
Buck pulls his hands through his matted dark hair. He honestly believes he will cause havoc at Overdrive. Krunk, Shadow, Azrael Goeren and Buckson Gooch are going to have their hands full with Envi, Delikado, Yarmouth, and AJP. It’s going to be a war, but Gooch looks forward to it. Positive thinking and mental preparation will go with his Southern Hospitality. If there were ever opposites in the world, Azrael Goeren and Buckson Gooch may them. Buck runs though his style in his mind, fights he’s fought, fights he’s won. He thinks about Goeren’s different view...they are from two different worlds...but he thinks that their team will reach optimum violence. A smile creeps across his face. The man he was looking forward to squaring off with this week is Yarmouth. Yarmouth is a big guy. A brawler. What looks to be a mean guy. Gooch has a sort of sick idea of wondering if he could take a punch from Yarmouth, just like Yarmouth is wondering the same thing. Experience is great...but this brawl is just going to be every man for himself. Maybe they can meet in a more civilized manner down the road, but this match won't be that. It will be a gritty, nasty dog fight. Gooch is more than prepared. The money in his bank account will be going up this week. The silent moment of reflection is broken up by the raspy voiced Russian.
Tytus Rost: Come and get it boys.
Mac, Gooch, Jarvis, and O’Murphy step back from their chairs and they head to the picnic table on the west side of the deck. Tytus has cooked up steaks that have to be 50 oz. if they are anything. They will dine like kings. Fight like heroes. Live life like dignified men.
The screen fades as Gooch says grace.
