Post by Buckson Gooch on Jan 16, 2013 19:35:44 GMT -4
Mark Mania. One of the best wrestlers in APW today...if not in APW history. The guy is a living legend. He’s a legit champ that deserves to carry that belt and gives the belt even more respect. He’s faced and defeated men of the highest talent and capability. I am honored to share the ring with him, even understanding that I may come up on the losing end...but one thing has given me a different outlook on Mr. Mania.
One second.
Mark Mania is complaining about one second? There’s only two options here. You got the job done or you didn’t. On paper, you are the more esteemed wrestler...but in the ring you now understand we are equals. You couldn’t get the job done.
Couldn’t.
What will your excuse be at Survive and Conquer when I beat you?
“If it wasn’t for three seconds”
“Take those three seconds away and I would’ve won”
"If this match didn't have pinfalls, I'd still be champ. I hate that stipulation!"
Excuses are like armpits, Mark. Everyone has one, most people have two, and some of them stink. You can call that last line cliche, because it very much is, but you have to call it accurate.
One second.
You knew the rules beforehand: put away the dumb hillbilly that doesn’t deserve to be in the ring with you in less than 15:00. If I don’t deserve to share a ring with you...why couldn’t you do it? If I’m just a greenhorn, ugly fella, why did you need 15:01?
Why didn’t you just make an example out of me?
Look at you. You’re Mark Mania. The Ace. The Big Cheese. The Big Deal. The Big Gun. The Big Shot. The Champ. The Major Leaguer. The Magnate. The Hot Shot. The Celebrated...The list could go on and on...and I’m not being facetious. Mark Mania could very well be the best wrestler in APW today. The modern day cynosure (great word) should have no trouble putting away a peon like me, right?
So, there are two schools of thoughts. Either you aren’t what you appear to be...or maybe I’m not as bad as people think.
I think I’m going to go with the latter option.
This week we have a tag match. There’s no use complaining about it. It’s a reality. My partner is my best friend and practically my brother. Your partner is one of the most talented guys here as well.
What is there to complain about?
You claim to be left out to dry and that you have to carry your teams...I’d believe that if it wasn’t for your flawed logic earlier...remember, one second? Does that excuse carry over to tag teams?
I don’t know why you are complaining about Nick Watson...he ACTUALLY beat me...you couldn't do that. I took my loss like a man and looked to see what I could get from it. I learned a lot that week and I know I’m a better wrestler from wrestling him and you. Iron sharpens iron, guys.
You have my word Mark. I’m not going to try to injure you. I don’t want you to have an excuse at S&C. Excuses aren’t my style.
Even if it’s only a second.
But come two weeks, I’ll give you three seconds to think about.
The fireplace is cranking in the old Gooch house. The hardwood floors glisten as the flame dances, billowing smoke through the chimney and out into the cold, Arkansas air. Buck is looking at his pocket watch, his great grandfather’s watch, and Annabelle is sitting in her recliner. She is white knuckle gripping the arms of the chair. She slowly releases her kung-fu grip on the chair and rests back. Agony fading.
Buckson Gooch: That’s seven minutes apart now, Mama. You think we should go to the hospital?
Annabelle Gooch: They’ll just send you home if they aren’t at least 6 minutes apart. That could be a ways from now.
Buck nods his head and looks at his watch again.
Annabelle Gooch: Buck, you have to promise me you’ll go and have your matches.
Buck smirks. He knew she'd tell him that...he's not all that ready for what is next...
Annabelle Gooch: I mean it, Buck! We have bills to pay and they won’t get paid if you are sitting by me in a hospital room. You go and provide. The world won’t stop if something happens to me.
The thought of not having Annabelle brings tears to Buck’s eyes. He starts thinking about what she’s said more heavily and the flow of tears starts. He can’t imagine a life not with Annabelle. He lowers his head, allowing his hair to cover his face. He says a soft prayer that everything will go smoothly. If he’s trying to hide his show of emotion, he’s failing miserably. Annabelle has known Buck long enough to know his emotions. While he keeps them in check and doesn’t fly off the handle. He realizes it’s healthy to show his emotions. He knows he is a man. He doesn’t have to act macho. He just has to take care of his business.
Buckson Gooch: You have my word, Annabelle. I will go out and wrestle and I will do my best.
She lets out a deep growl and clings to the side of the chair again. Buck is looking at his clock again. When the contraction loses it’s power, he looks to her.
Buckson Gooch: That was 6:15...can we go now?
Annabelle nods a simple yes and Gooch grabs their bags and is out the door and starting the car...he puts the car in drive and is about to drive off before he realizes he’s left Annabelle on the porch. She would probably get angry at him, but the contraction takes her breath away. He puts the truck in park and jumps out. He holds her hand as she walks down the old front steps and he opens the door for her as she gingerly steps into the old ‘74 Dodge.
Luckily, the Gooch family didn’t hit traffic. Considering it was 2:00 A.M. traffic should be light.
Annabelle is swiftly sent to triage as Buck is filling out paperwork...in a blink he sees her screaming in pain as she is being wheeled past him and on an elevator. He asks what floor and bolts up the stairs. The heavy door clanks in the hollow stair well as Buck takes the steps two at a time to get to the second floor. They wheel her into a room and start connecting her to all kinds of contraptions.
Nurse: She’s dialated to a 9, Mr. Gooch. The doctor is on her way. You’ll be a daddy again shortly.
Buck steps to the side of the bed as they put Annabelle’s feet up in the stirrups. He holds his sweet wife’s hand. She feels a contraction coming on...an earth jarring contraction...she clinches hard on his hand and looks up at him...
Annabelle Gooch: YOU DID THIS TO ME!!!!!!
Buck pushes the hair out of her face.
Buckson Gooch: I love you, too, sweetheart.
She snarls at him. The doctor comes in and gloves up. He tells her that they are going to push through the next contraction. The blanket being held up by the nurses keeps the promo PG and keeps people at home from throwing up...child birth is pretty gross.
Buckson Gooch: You can do this sweetheart!
The doctor shouts to push and she starts pushing in increments of 10 seconds. A baby’s cry can be heard, the doctor calls Buck around and Buck cuts the umbilical cord. The doctor hands the sweet baby to one of the nurses and the nurse cleans the baby off and measures her. 8 lbs. 5 oz. and 19 inches long. Beautiful dark brown hair...Mama must’ve had heartburn a lot, as the old wives tale goes. The nurse puts a diaper on the baby and swaddles her in a receiving blanket. The nurse carefully hands her to Annabelle.
Annabelle Gooch: Hey sweet, girl. We’ve been waiting for you...
Buck wipes a tear from his eye as the nurse pats his arm. Nothing sweeter than a mother holding her child.
Nurse: What are you going to name her?
Buckson Gooch: Lily Jane.
Nurse: That’s precious.
Buckson Gooch: Seems fitting, don’t you think?
The nurse smiles and pats his arm again. The nurse reaches for the baby to take her to get shots and such. Annabelle is being given safe pain meds now and resting comfortably.
Annabelle Gooch: I’m sorry for yelling at you, Buck.
Buckson Gooch: Don’t worry, sweetheart. We can do things when we are struck with a strong emotion and lash out...pain...embarrassment...anger...Whatever. It’s all good, Annabelle. You get some rest. I’m going to check on Lily Jane.
Buck leans in and kisses his wife on the forehead, she closes her eyes and rests. Buck has a big smile on his face as the camera fades out.
Mark Mania. I get it. A piece of humble pie can make even the nicest guys sore losers. You are just temporarily mad, like Annabelle. I get it, you are a tad embarrassed that you couldn’t beat me in 15 minutes.
Get over it. Just know that I understand you have trouble controlling your emotions. I get it. I don't hold it against you.
Sometimes we say things we don’t mean in tough circumstances. This week you’ve said some hurtful stuff, but it’s only because of the humbling I gave you. And that’s okay. I don’t take anything you’ve said personal this week. You have an ego to stroke and need to give yourself a pep talk.
Do what you need to, but understand, you aren’t getting to me. I’m not a dumb man, but I can see what you are doing...clearly.
Just look at what Annabelle just went through. She just had a baby! No pain meds. She got angry and spouted off...it didn’t bother me. I knew she didn’t mean it. She didn’t like the pain. Most don’t. The result of her efforts are beautiful. I have a beautiful baby to show for all the pain and suffering that Annabelle went through. Use this embarrassment to fuel your desire to have a great match at Survive and Conquer.
I want to steal the show. Imagine. You and me, putting on a better match than the 100 man Survive and Conquer. Let’s be honest, you and I will both do well in the main match...let’s show the world why Overdrive is the best show on television. We already know APW is the best wrestling company.
Use this temporary feeling to fuel a beautiful product.
This week you are teaming with Nick Watson. This week I team with Mac Bane. Let’s get after it.
You’ll get my all.
I’m sure I’ll get yours.
Then...we create history...with a flare of Southern Hospitality.
After this week, you can say I have no chance...just like you did last week...with the potential for the same result.
I’m looking forward to it.
One second.
Mark Mania is complaining about one second? There’s only two options here. You got the job done or you didn’t. On paper, you are the more esteemed wrestler...but in the ring you now understand we are equals. You couldn’t get the job done.
Couldn’t.
What will your excuse be at Survive and Conquer when I beat you?
“If it wasn’t for three seconds”
“Take those three seconds away and I would’ve won”
"If this match didn't have pinfalls, I'd still be champ. I hate that stipulation!"
Excuses are like armpits, Mark. Everyone has one, most people have two, and some of them stink. You can call that last line cliche, because it very much is, but you have to call it accurate.
One second.
You knew the rules beforehand: put away the dumb hillbilly that doesn’t deserve to be in the ring with you in less than 15:00. If I don’t deserve to share a ring with you...why couldn’t you do it? If I’m just a greenhorn, ugly fella, why did you need 15:01?
Why didn’t you just make an example out of me?
Look at you. You’re Mark Mania. The Ace. The Big Cheese. The Big Deal. The Big Gun. The Big Shot. The Champ. The Major Leaguer. The Magnate. The Hot Shot. The Celebrated...The list could go on and on...and I’m not being facetious. Mark Mania could very well be the best wrestler in APW today. The modern day cynosure (great word) should have no trouble putting away a peon like me, right?
So, there are two schools of thoughts. Either you aren’t what you appear to be...or maybe I’m not as bad as people think.
I think I’m going to go with the latter option.
This week we have a tag match. There’s no use complaining about it. It’s a reality. My partner is my best friend and practically my brother. Your partner is one of the most talented guys here as well.
What is there to complain about?
You claim to be left out to dry and that you have to carry your teams...I’d believe that if it wasn’t for your flawed logic earlier...remember, one second? Does that excuse carry over to tag teams?
I don’t know why you are complaining about Nick Watson...he ACTUALLY beat me...you couldn't do that. I took my loss like a man and looked to see what I could get from it. I learned a lot that week and I know I’m a better wrestler from wrestling him and you. Iron sharpens iron, guys.
You have my word Mark. I’m not going to try to injure you. I don’t want you to have an excuse at S&C. Excuses aren’t my style.
Even if it’s only a second.
But come two weeks, I’ll give you three seconds to think about.
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The fireplace is cranking in the old Gooch house. The hardwood floors glisten as the flame dances, billowing smoke through the chimney and out into the cold, Arkansas air. Buck is looking at his pocket watch, his great grandfather’s watch, and Annabelle is sitting in her recliner. She is white knuckle gripping the arms of the chair. She slowly releases her kung-fu grip on the chair and rests back. Agony fading.
Buckson Gooch: That’s seven minutes apart now, Mama. You think we should go to the hospital?
Annabelle Gooch: They’ll just send you home if they aren’t at least 6 minutes apart. That could be a ways from now.
Buck nods his head and looks at his watch again.
Annabelle Gooch: Buck, you have to promise me you’ll go and have your matches.
Buck smirks. He knew she'd tell him that...he's not all that ready for what is next...
Annabelle Gooch: I mean it, Buck! We have bills to pay and they won’t get paid if you are sitting by me in a hospital room. You go and provide. The world won’t stop if something happens to me.
The thought of not having Annabelle brings tears to Buck’s eyes. He starts thinking about what she’s said more heavily and the flow of tears starts. He can’t imagine a life not with Annabelle. He lowers his head, allowing his hair to cover his face. He says a soft prayer that everything will go smoothly. If he’s trying to hide his show of emotion, he’s failing miserably. Annabelle has known Buck long enough to know his emotions. While he keeps them in check and doesn’t fly off the handle. He realizes it’s healthy to show his emotions. He knows he is a man. He doesn’t have to act macho. He just has to take care of his business.
Buckson Gooch: You have my word, Annabelle. I will go out and wrestle and I will do my best.
She lets out a deep growl and clings to the side of the chair again. Buck is looking at his clock again. When the contraction loses it’s power, he looks to her.
Buckson Gooch: That was 6:15...can we go now?
Annabelle nods a simple yes and Gooch grabs their bags and is out the door and starting the car...he puts the car in drive and is about to drive off before he realizes he’s left Annabelle on the porch. She would probably get angry at him, but the contraction takes her breath away. He puts the truck in park and jumps out. He holds her hand as she walks down the old front steps and he opens the door for her as she gingerly steps into the old ‘74 Dodge.
Luckily, the Gooch family didn’t hit traffic. Considering it was 2:00 A.M. traffic should be light.
Annabelle is swiftly sent to triage as Buck is filling out paperwork...in a blink he sees her screaming in pain as she is being wheeled past him and on an elevator. He asks what floor and bolts up the stairs. The heavy door clanks in the hollow stair well as Buck takes the steps two at a time to get to the second floor. They wheel her into a room and start connecting her to all kinds of contraptions.
Nurse: She’s dialated to a 9, Mr. Gooch. The doctor is on her way. You’ll be a daddy again shortly.
Buck steps to the side of the bed as they put Annabelle’s feet up in the stirrups. He holds his sweet wife’s hand. She feels a contraction coming on...an earth jarring contraction...she clinches hard on his hand and looks up at him...
Annabelle Gooch: YOU DID THIS TO ME!!!!!!
Buck pushes the hair out of her face.
Buckson Gooch: I love you, too, sweetheart.
She snarls at him. The doctor comes in and gloves up. He tells her that they are going to push through the next contraction. The blanket being held up by the nurses keeps the promo PG and keeps people at home from throwing up...child birth is pretty gross.
Buckson Gooch: You can do this sweetheart!
The doctor shouts to push and she starts pushing in increments of 10 seconds. A baby’s cry can be heard, the doctor calls Buck around and Buck cuts the umbilical cord. The doctor hands the sweet baby to one of the nurses and the nurse cleans the baby off and measures her. 8 lbs. 5 oz. and 19 inches long. Beautiful dark brown hair...Mama must’ve had heartburn a lot, as the old wives tale goes. The nurse puts a diaper on the baby and swaddles her in a receiving blanket. The nurse carefully hands her to Annabelle.
Annabelle Gooch: Hey sweet, girl. We’ve been waiting for you...
Buck wipes a tear from his eye as the nurse pats his arm. Nothing sweeter than a mother holding her child.
Nurse: What are you going to name her?
Buckson Gooch: Lily Jane.
Nurse: That’s precious.
Buckson Gooch: Seems fitting, don’t you think?
The nurse smiles and pats his arm again. The nurse reaches for the baby to take her to get shots and such. Annabelle is being given safe pain meds now and resting comfortably.
Annabelle Gooch: I’m sorry for yelling at you, Buck.
Buckson Gooch: Don’t worry, sweetheart. We can do things when we are struck with a strong emotion and lash out...pain...embarrassment...anger...Whatever. It’s all good, Annabelle. You get some rest. I’m going to check on Lily Jane.
Buck leans in and kisses his wife on the forehead, she closes her eyes and rests. Buck has a big smile on his face as the camera fades out.
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Mark Mania. I get it. A piece of humble pie can make even the nicest guys sore losers. You are just temporarily mad, like Annabelle. I get it, you are a tad embarrassed that you couldn’t beat me in 15 minutes.
Get over it. Just know that I understand you have trouble controlling your emotions. I get it. I don't hold it against you.
Sometimes we say things we don’t mean in tough circumstances. This week you’ve said some hurtful stuff, but it’s only because of the humbling I gave you. And that’s okay. I don’t take anything you’ve said personal this week. You have an ego to stroke and need to give yourself a pep talk.
Do what you need to, but understand, you aren’t getting to me. I’m not a dumb man, but I can see what you are doing...clearly.
Just look at what Annabelle just went through. She just had a baby! No pain meds. She got angry and spouted off...it didn’t bother me. I knew she didn’t mean it. She didn’t like the pain. Most don’t. The result of her efforts are beautiful. I have a beautiful baby to show for all the pain and suffering that Annabelle went through. Use this embarrassment to fuel your desire to have a great match at Survive and Conquer.
I want to steal the show. Imagine. You and me, putting on a better match than the 100 man Survive and Conquer. Let’s be honest, you and I will both do well in the main match...let’s show the world why Overdrive is the best show on television. We already know APW is the best wrestling company.
Use this temporary feeling to fuel a beautiful product.
This week you are teaming with Nick Watson. This week I team with Mac Bane. Let’s get after it.
You’ll get my all.
I’m sure I’ll get yours.
Then...we create history...with a flare of Southern Hospitality.
After this week, you can say I have no chance...just like you did last week...with the potential for the same result.
I’m looking forward to it.
