Post by John "Sheriff" McBride on Dec 2, 2012 20:45:37 GMT -4
The scene opens with John McBride sitting on a locker room bench; his duster and poncho hang In an open locker behind him. John rubs his rough face and then looks at the camera.
A wrestlers stock doesn’t rise and fall by their ability or performance in tha ring, not only at least. Popularity and notoriety is also determined by their personality and ‘innertainment’ value. Over tha years I struggled with gettin’ the crowd to want me around, they always went fur the muscular athlete or tha big men that loomed over em’ like a tree. This is one of tha few industries where tha crowd likes to feel inferior when pickin’ their hero. It’s a sport full o’ supermen and wonderwomen, larger than life humans that seem to possess abilities that set them apart from the rest of the world. I was always a plain ole’ grinder, I could put a kink in the neck of the big men, but the crowd didn’t always want my autograph at the end of the day. But I didn't quit, I kept truckin' on, made a lot friends 'at way.
McBride lets out a guttural sigh.
Yeah, respect was something I never struggle to earn from my peers, I always gave credit where credit was due and never once did I show disfavor to anyone. Wrestlers are hard workin’ men and women, I’ve met few that weren’t hard nosed and unwillin’ to back down. And even fewer that would walk away from an opportunity. Which is why you surprise me Niobe, hope you don’t mind if I call ya by yur first name, I know we ain’t friends er nothin’.
McBride stands up, removes his hat and hangs it on the hook inside his locker. He turns back around and begins to unbutton his shirt.
I listened to the speech you gave ole’ Jimmy Ice last week. He’s a tough S.O.B idn’t he? Anyway. You were talkin' about a previous stint ya did here in APdubya some time ago, sumthin’ about risin’ and fallin and stumblin’. Said ya disappeared after a couple of months fur personal reasons and because ya wernt performin' the way ya’d like.
John cocked his head and raised his brow, he laid his shirt down on the bench in front of him.
Now I don’t mean to bust yur bubble or contradict what might be logical thinkin’ to you, but that sounds like an excuse to me. Like it got too hard. Ya know, walkin’ away is never a solution, even if ya feel overwhelmed. I’ve never walked away from a single thing in my life. Hell I’m probably twice yur age, with twice as many opportunities ta walk away... nope. I stick it out, always have an always will. I take the bumps and bruises, it’s all sacrificial to me, because it’s all a part of growin’. I hope ya learned that durin’ yur time away Niobe, cause what stands before ya ain’t any different than whatcha walked away from.
John laid his clothes in his locker and began taping his feet.
I like ya Niobe, I do. While sumoftha decisions ya’ve made in life contradict the very nature of a champion, I still appreciate tha fact that yur a straight shooter. Now that can be said for ole McDonald. Scuse me, Evan McDonald.
John chuckled to himself, perhaps the only one who found the pun to be humorous.
I managed to listen to your innuendo filled conversation last week Evan. Ya know, tha one where you stared into tha camera an gawked at Kaylyn James Evans? Tha one where you told her yur size an strength was gonna lead ya to victory? That was right before she rolled ya up with a fancy move and sat on yur chest for tha three count. Must be tough accepting tha fact that someone smaller and weaker than you managed to do that.
John stretched his feet to check the quality of the wrapping. He brought his knees to his chest one by one, stretching a bit. He began to exit the locker room, the camera crew followed.
Now, now, I saw tha match, I know she dragged her nails down yur face. So what? That alone is enough to distract ya long enough to get pinned? I ain’t trying to pick on ya Evan, I just wanna know why men always say tha same damn things ta female competitors before a match? I’ve seen women tie men up in knots and poke at em’ like they're playin’ with their food, an yet male wrestlers still gawk and berate tha female wrestler as if they're only good fur one thing. It’s a different age Evan, women wrestlers ain’t tha same old beauty queen personalities ya grew up watchin’. Nah, you need to evolve yur thinkin’ son. Do that and maybe next time it'll be you in a four way match for a North American title shot, an not the “scared little girl” that pinned yur ass to the mat.
John McBride approached a wrestling ring. The gym was dingy and used, but plenty of experience among the attendees to properly prepare John for his upcoming match.
This’ll be my second triple threat match since I came to the APdubya. They sure know how ta test an old man don’t they?
A few within ear shot laugh as John quips in their direction. John turns towards the camera.
Ya know...I did a little test this week. My own lil research experiment. I’m not much of a scientist but I noticed sumthin’ a lot of the Meltdown cast members. Punctuality is not sumthin’ you boys and girls find important do ya? I noticed over tha last few weeks that most you guys and gals like to pop in right before the show airs and talk down your opponents. It’s like your showin’ yur face at the last minute so that you can get tha last word er sumthin’. What duz that matter? Hell last week ole Scrap didn’t even mention me, I don’t even think he had a single thing to say about the match. He showed up an all, just can’t imagine why he wouldn’t converse with me a lil bit before hand. Everyone likes ta be acknowledged, right?
John asks the camera crew, he chuckles as they look on in confusion, wondering why he was addressing them.
Nevermind. I wish the best for ole Scrap, talented feller. But I hope Miss Niobe and Evan pop in ta say hello before sunrise tomorrow. I’ll be too busy preparin’ for tha match if they don’t show up before then. Anyway. I need to stretch these old muscles and put some callouses on these bones. I need to be prepared for a blonde nightmare and scottsman...not sure which is worse.
FTB
A wrestlers stock doesn’t rise and fall by their ability or performance in tha ring, not only at least. Popularity and notoriety is also determined by their personality and ‘innertainment’ value. Over tha years I struggled with gettin’ the crowd to want me around, they always went fur the muscular athlete or tha big men that loomed over em’ like a tree. This is one of tha few industries where tha crowd likes to feel inferior when pickin’ their hero. It’s a sport full o’ supermen and wonderwomen, larger than life humans that seem to possess abilities that set them apart from the rest of the world. I was always a plain ole’ grinder, I could put a kink in the neck of the big men, but the crowd didn’t always want my autograph at the end of the day. But I didn't quit, I kept truckin' on, made a lot friends 'at way.
McBride lets out a guttural sigh.
Yeah, respect was something I never struggle to earn from my peers, I always gave credit where credit was due and never once did I show disfavor to anyone. Wrestlers are hard workin’ men and women, I’ve met few that weren’t hard nosed and unwillin’ to back down. And even fewer that would walk away from an opportunity. Which is why you surprise me Niobe, hope you don’t mind if I call ya by yur first name, I know we ain’t friends er nothin’.
McBride stands up, removes his hat and hangs it on the hook inside his locker. He turns back around and begins to unbutton his shirt.
I listened to the speech you gave ole’ Jimmy Ice last week. He’s a tough S.O.B idn’t he? Anyway. You were talkin' about a previous stint ya did here in APdubya some time ago, sumthin’ about risin’ and fallin and stumblin’. Said ya disappeared after a couple of months fur personal reasons and because ya wernt performin' the way ya’d like.
John cocked his head and raised his brow, he laid his shirt down on the bench in front of him.
Now I don’t mean to bust yur bubble or contradict what might be logical thinkin’ to you, but that sounds like an excuse to me. Like it got too hard. Ya know, walkin’ away is never a solution, even if ya feel overwhelmed. I’ve never walked away from a single thing in my life. Hell I’m probably twice yur age, with twice as many opportunities ta walk away... nope. I stick it out, always have an always will. I take the bumps and bruises, it’s all sacrificial to me, because it’s all a part of growin’. I hope ya learned that durin’ yur time away Niobe, cause what stands before ya ain’t any different than whatcha walked away from.
John laid his clothes in his locker and began taping his feet.
I like ya Niobe, I do. While sumoftha decisions ya’ve made in life contradict the very nature of a champion, I still appreciate tha fact that yur a straight shooter. Now that can be said for ole McDonald. Scuse me, Evan McDonald.
John chuckled to himself, perhaps the only one who found the pun to be humorous.
I managed to listen to your innuendo filled conversation last week Evan. Ya know, tha one where you stared into tha camera an gawked at Kaylyn James Evans? Tha one where you told her yur size an strength was gonna lead ya to victory? That was right before she rolled ya up with a fancy move and sat on yur chest for tha three count. Must be tough accepting tha fact that someone smaller and weaker than you managed to do that.
John stretched his feet to check the quality of the wrapping. He brought his knees to his chest one by one, stretching a bit. He began to exit the locker room, the camera crew followed.
Now, now, I saw tha match, I know she dragged her nails down yur face. So what? That alone is enough to distract ya long enough to get pinned? I ain’t trying to pick on ya Evan, I just wanna know why men always say tha same damn things ta female competitors before a match? I’ve seen women tie men up in knots and poke at em’ like they're playin’ with their food, an yet male wrestlers still gawk and berate tha female wrestler as if they're only good fur one thing. It’s a different age Evan, women wrestlers ain’t tha same old beauty queen personalities ya grew up watchin’. Nah, you need to evolve yur thinkin’ son. Do that and maybe next time it'll be you in a four way match for a North American title shot, an not the “scared little girl” that pinned yur ass to the mat.
John McBride approached a wrestling ring. The gym was dingy and used, but plenty of experience among the attendees to properly prepare John for his upcoming match.
This’ll be my second triple threat match since I came to the APdubya. They sure know how ta test an old man don’t they?
A few within ear shot laugh as John quips in their direction. John turns towards the camera.
Ya know...I did a little test this week. My own lil research experiment. I’m not much of a scientist but I noticed sumthin’ a lot of the Meltdown cast members. Punctuality is not sumthin’ you boys and girls find important do ya? I noticed over tha last few weeks that most you guys and gals like to pop in right before the show airs and talk down your opponents. It’s like your showin’ yur face at the last minute so that you can get tha last word er sumthin’. What duz that matter? Hell last week ole Scrap didn’t even mention me, I don’t even think he had a single thing to say about the match. He showed up an all, just can’t imagine why he wouldn’t converse with me a lil bit before hand. Everyone likes ta be acknowledged, right?
John asks the camera crew, he chuckles as they look on in confusion, wondering why he was addressing them.
Nevermind. I wish the best for ole Scrap, talented feller. But I hope Miss Niobe and Evan pop in ta say hello before sunrise tomorrow. I’ll be too busy preparin’ for tha match if they don’t show up before then. Anyway. I need to stretch these old muscles and put some callouses on these bones. I need to be prepared for a blonde nightmare and scottsman...not sure which is worse.
FTB
