Post by Buckson Gooch on Dec 19, 2012 21:39:06 GMT -4
Michael Lively...the walking bad cliche.
In his first promo, he seemed to be facing Kash... not much attention is given to the ‘ol Sons of the South. Your first promo was a waste of time for me to even watch. The only reason I continued on with the whole boring ordeal was to see if you would actually mention your opponents... past your “clever” joke, you didn’t.
Seems as if Mr. Lively is overlooking us. If you are going to limit even referencing your opponents in your first promo to next to nill, at least one would think you’d make it count... you didn’t... homosexuality jokes?
Are you twelve?
I’m married with five kids and another on the way. Mac has had plenty of girlfriends... so what was the point of your comment? Were you trying to imply that homosexuals are not strong? Not capable of being wrestlers? Worth being made fun of? I’m not a homosexual and I don’t agree with the lifestyle, but I’m not so crass as to insult a group of people in an ill attempt at humor.
Your second promo, you finally got around to referencing the Sons of the South...on that record should your first one even count? You were only talking to hear yourself rattle. I’m sure Kash and the guys on the Christmas Chaos card are really thinking about you...or not.
You talked about yourself, you talked about how great you are...your trash talk was weak, and your creativity was non-existent... I hope you can understand my dumb, hillbilly dialect as I tell you how I really feel about you.
And boy, you did everything but talk about me and Mac as competitors... You’ve made fun of the south, you’ve made fun of children (with another homosexuality joke), you’ve played dress up...modern society has a definition for a degenerate like you...
Bully.
The problem is, you are dealing with two guys that don’t bully very well. Your hollow insults were doubly offensive. First, they were superficial. Second, they were lame.
You could’ve really come at me with something that could cut to my heart... but instead you want to make fun of where I live? The life I’ve made? That I’m a proud man of the south? That’s what an APW Hall of Famer had to say? Really?
You may not be proud of hard work, but I am.
It’s obvious you haven’t done any scouting, and that’s fine.
Let me introduce myself... I am Buckson Gooch. Proud father. Proud cousin. Proud husband. Proud southerner. Proud APW MegaStar. Unlike you, I’m proud to be on Overdrive. Trust me, I will take extra joy in dishing out some Southern Hospitality to you.
Don’t get me wrong, I know you have ability. You are an APW MegaStar, that means you have ability. We are the best wrestling company in the world. Do you have accolades? You bet you do...but you don’t get to take them into the ring with you this week. You are on the same level as I am when the bell rings.
I love your sense of entitlement. From the thimble of creativity to the non-existent humor, you think you can leave and come back to a “spot” you think you deserve? That’s laughable at best, pathetic at worst. The Sons of the South, and many others, are working their way up the ladder here in APW. You don’t get to throw a fit and come back to where you were.
For whatever reason, you got off the ladder. You lost your spot. Your previous accolades don’t merit the spot you covet. If that were the case, why don’t they just give you the belts you brag about? How about they give you a big match at Christmas Chaos? Not this time. Mac and I are going to prove that you don’t deserve it.
You should’ve taken this match seriously. Your attitude wasn’t that of a champion...it was the facade of a coward. Why not let me and Bane know that we are going to be manhandled? Why not share your extra experience and let us, and the world, know that you deserve to be back on top? Instead, you used stupid, offensive, sophomoric, feeble attempts at humor. You made fun of us for hard work? You made fun of us because of where were are from? You used children for you idiotic fodder? What are you trying to hide? What are you covering up?
Like most bullies...under those words and ersatz superiority complex, you’re nothing but a coward.
Bully. Coward. Michael Lively. Seems they are synonymous.
This is what I guarantee you. You’re going to get the best Buckson Gooch that I can be. That’s all I can be. I can’t be Michael Lively, I can’t be Mac Bane, I can’t be Sabur. I don’t want to be any of you. I’m confident in who I am and know that my hard work will pay off.
Sabur, don’t think I’ve forgotten you. Sure you’re big... but I’m big. Sure you’re mean... but I’m mean. What do you have to be afraid of? I can understand Lively being scared seeing the Sons of the South, but what’s your excuse? The way I see it is you and I are in the same boat. Bane is the seasoned veteran on my team, and Lively on yours. So it leaves us as the weakest in the match...I know it’s not me...so big man, that must mean it’s you. I hope you had a great time making fun of me, boy. I’ll be kicking your teeth down your throat soon enough. Not because of your stupid jokes...but because I get paid to do it. I have to provide for my family, and I’ll do just that. The icing on the cake is that you are Lively are deserting cowards who left APW, only to return and cry about your spot.
You want your spot back... you’ll have to come through the Sons of the South to get it.
Gooch Farm
PossomGrape, AR
Quickly fading dusk
The shaky ladder pivots on it’s legs as the camera pans up to see Buckson Gooch trying to put up Christmas lights. His reaching to spin the wire around a nail that’s been in place for years is successful as he loops the wire and moves on to the next one. He's almost done, and is going to finish strong. He's losing daylight.
Gooch and his father put the nails in when he was a boy, even before he moved in with the Banes. His father instilled in him a love for Christmas and they were always ready to put up their lights... no matter how bad things were, the Christmas lights seemed to bring the family together. Almost like a bug is drawn to a light, the Gooch’s and Bane’s were families that loved each other. Through good times and bad.
The lights were such a staple at the Gooch home that those many years before, Gooch’s Pa just quit pulling them out every December. He just started keeping them in, thus when the house got a coat of paint, so did those nails. It didn’t matter how long they’d been there, they were still strong. Sometimes they’d fall out and a new one would replace it. Sort of like Michael Lively. He’s an established megastar around here, but he lost his spot...a new megastar took his spot. If nails had feelings, Buck imagines, they’d be hurt... but in the grand scheme of things, this happens. When something falls out of place, it gets replaced.
Not a difficult concept. Nails have to be replaced when they are no longer useful.
Buckson had a lot to be happy for. The past few months have had their ups and downs. That idiot neighbor Josie was charged with criminal mischief. Mama was home, but put on bedrest. She only has a few weeks to go and the baby will be here.
The screen door shut with the same noise it had for years. The spring that pulled the door still hadn’t lost it’s elasticity. J-Mac came stumbling out of the house. The eldest Gooch didn’t inherit some of the genes that set Buck apart from most of society. Standing at roughly 6’2” and possessing a wiry frame that hadn’t yet filled out, left J-Mac as large for his class and in the community of PossomGrape, but not surrounding the table at the Family Christmas dinner.
J-Mac Gooch: Hey Dad, Mama wanted me to remind you to be careful.
Buckson doesn’t respond, he only snickers under his breath and continues to spin the wire around nails, so the lights will stay up.
J-Mac Gooch: What do you think about this week, Dad?
Buck pauses and looks down at J-Mac.
Buckson Gooch: I think that Mac and I will have this match well in hand. That doesn't mean I think it will be easy. Our opponents have talent... but they lack respect. Son, I always give my best, but some adults out there don’t. Seems like Michael Lively is one of those. He may have ability, but he doesn’t see me and your Uncle Mac as threats. That will be on him. I’ll handle this match with the same respect I always do.
Gooch ties the last bit of wire around the last nail. He nods at his son, and J-Mac grabs the plug and plugs it into an extension cord. The lights all fire on, beautiful colors. Buck climbs down the ladder and lays it down beside the house.
The sun sets on the Gooch house and the lights shine bright. Buck can tell there is still something on his mind.
Buckson Gooch: What’s troubling you, son?
J-Mac Gooch: I don’t know, Dad. Michael Lively and Sabur offended the family, offended our heritage, and mocked you and Uncle Mac... it makes me angry.
Buck puts his arm around his son and continues to look at the lights.
Buckson Gooch: J-Mac, it’s all about how you handle things. Sabur and Michael Lively, while talented in their own right, showed their hand a little early. They are scared. Their promos just just showed their immaturity. You know how some guys in school are jealous of your spot in the class? It’s similar. Michael Lively lost his spot and instead of saying that he’s going to get it back, he used lame, passive aggressive insults to try to show the world he isn’t a coward... but in the same way, he did. Instead of coming right out with his intentions, he hid behind shallow words. There’s a little fear that’s there...I’m not going to get mad at him for being scared and insulting our family. Being mad can be a waste... he’ll answer for it when the bell rings. Believe that, son.
J-Mac smiles at his Dad. Buck pats him on the back.
Buckson Gooch: Let’s go in son, I bet Mama wants some hot chocolate. You want some, too?
J-Mac smiles again and takes off running up to the house. Gooch looks at his home. He’s proud of it. He’s proud of who he is and won’t stoop to lame insults or cliches. Buck calls ‘em like he see’s ‘em.
Sabur may big a big dude... but the Sons of the South have faced big men.
Michael Lively may have a great history... but that doesn’t matter when the bell rings.
Give it your all, the chips fall where they may.
That, friends, is the Buckson Gooch way.
In his first promo, he seemed to be facing Kash... not much attention is given to the ‘ol Sons of the South. Your first promo was a waste of time for me to even watch. The only reason I continued on with the whole boring ordeal was to see if you would actually mention your opponents... past your “clever” joke, you didn’t.
Seems as if Mr. Lively is overlooking us. If you are going to limit even referencing your opponents in your first promo to next to nill, at least one would think you’d make it count... you didn’t... homosexuality jokes?
Are you twelve?
I’m married with five kids and another on the way. Mac has had plenty of girlfriends... so what was the point of your comment? Were you trying to imply that homosexuals are not strong? Not capable of being wrestlers? Worth being made fun of? I’m not a homosexual and I don’t agree with the lifestyle, but I’m not so crass as to insult a group of people in an ill attempt at humor.
Your second promo, you finally got around to referencing the Sons of the South...on that record should your first one even count? You were only talking to hear yourself rattle. I’m sure Kash and the guys on the Christmas Chaos card are really thinking about you...or not.
You talked about yourself, you talked about how great you are...your trash talk was weak, and your creativity was non-existent... I hope you can understand my dumb, hillbilly dialect as I tell you how I really feel about you.
And boy, you did everything but talk about me and Mac as competitors... You’ve made fun of the south, you’ve made fun of children (with another homosexuality joke), you’ve played dress up...modern society has a definition for a degenerate like you...
Bully.
The problem is, you are dealing with two guys that don’t bully very well. Your hollow insults were doubly offensive. First, they were superficial. Second, they were lame.
You could’ve really come at me with something that could cut to my heart... but instead you want to make fun of where I live? The life I’ve made? That I’m a proud man of the south? That’s what an APW Hall of Famer had to say? Really?
You may not be proud of hard work, but I am.
It’s obvious you haven’t done any scouting, and that’s fine.
Let me introduce myself... I am Buckson Gooch. Proud father. Proud cousin. Proud husband. Proud southerner. Proud APW MegaStar. Unlike you, I’m proud to be on Overdrive. Trust me, I will take extra joy in dishing out some Southern Hospitality to you.
Don’t get me wrong, I know you have ability. You are an APW MegaStar, that means you have ability. We are the best wrestling company in the world. Do you have accolades? You bet you do...but you don’t get to take them into the ring with you this week. You are on the same level as I am when the bell rings.
I love your sense of entitlement. From the thimble of creativity to the non-existent humor, you think you can leave and come back to a “spot” you think you deserve? That’s laughable at best, pathetic at worst. The Sons of the South, and many others, are working their way up the ladder here in APW. You don’t get to throw a fit and come back to where you were.
For whatever reason, you got off the ladder. You lost your spot. Your previous accolades don’t merit the spot you covet. If that were the case, why don’t they just give you the belts you brag about? How about they give you a big match at Christmas Chaos? Not this time. Mac and I are going to prove that you don’t deserve it.
You should’ve taken this match seriously. Your attitude wasn’t that of a champion...it was the facade of a coward. Why not let me and Bane know that we are going to be manhandled? Why not share your extra experience and let us, and the world, know that you deserve to be back on top? Instead, you used stupid, offensive, sophomoric, feeble attempts at humor. You made fun of us for hard work? You made fun of us because of where were are from? You used children for you idiotic fodder? What are you trying to hide? What are you covering up?
Like most bullies...under those words and ersatz superiority complex, you’re nothing but a coward.
Bully. Coward. Michael Lively. Seems they are synonymous.
This is what I guarantee you. You’re going to get the best Buckson Gooch that I can be. That’s all I can be. I can’t be Michael Lively, I can’t be Mac Bane, I can’t be Sabur. I don’t want to be any of you. I’m confident in who I am and know that my hard work will pay off.
Sabur, don’t think I’ve forgotten you. Sure you’re big... but I’m big. Sure you’re mean... but I’m mean. What do you have to be afraid of? I can understand Lively being scared seeing the Sons of the South, but what’s your excuse? The way I see it is you and I are in the same boat. Bane is the seasoned veteran on my team, and Lively on yours. So it leaves us as the weakest in the match...I know it’s not me...so big man, that must mean it’s you. I hope you had a great time making fun of me, boy. I’ll be kicking your teeth down your throat soon enough. Not because of your stupid jokes...but because I get paid to do it. I have to provide for my family, and I’ll do just that. The icing on the cake is that you are Lively are deserting cowards who left APW, only to return and cry about your spot.
You want your spot back... you’ll have to come through the Sons of the South to get it.
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Gooch Farm
PossomGrape, AR
Quickly fading dusk
The shaky ladder pivots on it’s legs as the camera pans up to see Buckson Gooch trying to put up Christmas lights. His reaching to spin the wire around a nail that’s been in place for years is successful as he loops the wire and moves on to the next one. He's almost done, and is going to finish strong. He's losing daylight.
Gooch and his father put the nails in when he was a boy, even before he moved in with the Banes. His father instilled in him a love for Christmas and they were always ready to put up their lights... no matter how bad things were, the Christmas lights seemed to bring the family together. Almost like a bug is drawn to a light, the Gooch’s and Bane’s were families that loved each other. Through good times and bad.
The lights were such a staple at the Gooch home that those many years before, Gooch’s Pa just quit pulling them out every December. He just started keeping them in, thus when the house got a coat of paint, so did those nails. It didn’t matter how long they’d been there, they were still strong. Sometimes they’d fall out and a new one would replace it. Sort of like Michael Lively. He’s an established megastar around here, but he lost his spot...a new megastar took his spot. If nails had feelings, Buck imagines, they’d be hurt... but in the grand scheme of things, this happens. When something falls out of place, it gets replaced.
Not a difficult concept. Nails have to be replaced when they are no longer useful.
Buckson had a lot to be happy for. The past few months have had their ups and downs. That idiot neighbor Josie was charged with criminal mischief. Mama was home, but put on bedrest. She only has a few weeks to go and the baby will be here.
The screen door shut with the same noise it had for years. The spring that pulled the door still hadn’t lost it’s elasticity. J-Mac came stumbling out of the house. The eldest Gooch didn’t inherit some of the genes that set Buck apart from most of society. Standing at roughly 6’2” and possessing a wiry frame that hadn’t yet filled out, left J-Mac as large for his class and in the community of PossomGrape, but not surrounding the table at the Family Christmas dinner.
J-Mac Gooch: Hey Dad, Mama wanted me to remind you to be careful.
Buckson doesn’t respond, he only snickers under his breath and continues to spin the wire around nails, so the lights will stay up.
J-Mac Gooch: What do you think about this week, Dad?
Buck pauses and looks down at J-Mac.
Buckson Gooch: I think that Mac and I will have this match well in hand. That doesn't mean I think it will be easy. Our opponents have talent... but they lack respect. Son, I always give my best, but some adults out there don’t. Seems like Michael Lively is one of those. He may have ability, but he doesn’t see me and your Uncle Mac as threats. That will be on him. I’ll handle this match with the same respect I always do.
Gooch ties the last bit of wire around the last nail. He nods at his son, and J-Mac grabs the plug and plugs it into an extension cord. The lights all fire on, beautiful colors. Buck climbs down the ladder and lays it down beside the house.
The sun sets on the Gooch house and the lights shine bright. Buck can tell there is still something on his mind.
Buckson Gooch: What’s troubling you, son?
J-Mac Gooch: I don’t know, Dad. Michael Lively and Sabur offended the family, offended our heritage, and mocked you and Uncle Mac... it makes me angry.
Buck puts his arm around his son and continues to look at the lights.
Buckson Gooch: J-Mac, it’s all about how you handle things. Sabur and Michael Lively, while talented in their own right, showed their hand a little early. They are scared. Their promos just just showed their immaturity. You know how some guys in school are jealous of your spot in the class? It’s similar. Michael Lively lost his spot and instead of saying that he’s going to get it back, he used lame, passive aggressive insults to try to show the world he isn’t a coward... but in the same way, he did. Instead of coming right out with his intentions, he hid behind shallow words. There’s a little fear that’s there...I’m not going to get mad at him for being scared and insulting our family. Being mad can be a waste... he’ll answer for it when the bell rings. Believe that, son.
J-Mac smiles at his Dad. Buck pats him on the back.
Buckson Gooch: Let’s go in son, I bet Mama wants some hot chocolate. You want some, too?
J-Mac smiles again and takes off running up to the house. Gooch looks at his home. He’s proud of it. He’s proud of who he is and won’t stoop to lame insults or cliches. Buck calls ‘em like he see’s ‘em.
Sabur may big a big dude... but the Sons of the South have faced big men.
Michael Lively may have a great history... but that doesn’t matter when the bell rings.
Give it your all, the chips fall where they may.
That, friends, is the Buckson Gooch way.