Post by papapancho on Apr 21, 2013 23:21:41 GMT -4
It was the most humiliating experience of his life. Aimlessly wandering through the locker room with his face colored red with embarrassment and whatever Robina Hood had sprayed him in the face with. Medical Technicians were quick to pour water thoroughly to help stop the burning sensation. It reminded Yanzel of going through his training in the academy and being sprayed with mace except there were no fellow officers to encourage him along. In this world of dog eat dog where only winners survive there weren’t any true friends. At least not any Yanzel could come to count on.
He sat in his locker room after taking a hefty shower knowing that leaving the lavished buffet area and commons of the APW Meltdown locker room meant going back to his roach infested hotel. Losing brought the reality of this world to Yanzel. Sure you could have strong motivation to bring to the ring but in the ring you still had to perform. Robina Hood might be a few nuts short of a screw but when you put skill and motivation together it usually wins out.
Someone from the APW staff came and dropped off the losers’ share of the purse but Yanzel couldn’t even bring himself to count how much it was. His eyes were still stinging with pain as well as his body. He laid his head back on the table covered his face with a towel and drifted off to sleep.
**************
“Welcome ladies and gentleman to the infamous LAPD Academy. You and everyone in this room are part of a select few who have answered the call that an entire city makes. Make no mistake people. This job is not for those seeking glory. In fact, it’s thankless. I want you to look at the man on your left and look to your right. Of the three of you only ONE of you will make it through the end of this program. I wish you all the best of luck.”
Yanzel got up from his desk as everyone broke for a breakfast break. He looked around the room and wondered to himself that a class this large would only net ten new officers in a class of 30. His train of thought was broken up as he was bumped into.
“Oh I’m so sorry.”
Yanzel turned around to find the most beautiful Mexican woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Yanzel was never any good at hiding his thoughts and instead of answering just stood there like the fool he was acting and smiled. It wasn’t until she spoke up again that he would utter another word.
“Hey my name is Jessica Ortiz.”
“Oh … sorry … name’s Yanzel Holmes.”
“Yanzel? That’s unique”
“What can I say all the John’s were taken.”
The two walked together without even noticing it as they made towards the break table. Yanzel would look out of the corner of his eye as he looked Jessica up and down. He wasn’t very smooth with the ladies. In fact he was downright clumsy. After setting himself up for a plate he sat down at a table not realizing that Jessica had sat next to him as well.
“So, what makes you want to be a cop?”
“Honestly … I’m fresh out of college. I’ve deferred my loan payments as much as I can and now they just keep ringing up my house. This job pays starting 60,000 a year with full benefits. Wasn’t really much of a choice left.”
“That … was surprisingly honest.”
“Never felt the need to lie about things. I’ve got two newborn twins at home and they don’t have time for daddy to figure things out at his own pace.”
“Oh you have kids? You’re really young to already have two boys.”
“I might have always been this good looking but I haven’t always been this smart I guess.” While the line itself might have had some semblance of being a good way to flirt the delivery that Yanzel gave it with butchered any chance of that. Imagine the line delivered in the corniest way possible. Double it. Double that and you’re almost there.
“Right …. So what does their mother think about you joining the police force?”
Yanzel gets quiet dipping his head.
“There mother died in childbirth. We weren’t that close to begin with.”
“I’m so sorry … I didn’t know.”
“No need to like I said we weren’t close. But enough about me … what’s a girl like you doing in an academy like this.”
Yes he really is that corny. Get used to it.
“My blood runs blue. Father was a cop. His father was a cop. His father was a cop. Guess I always knew I was going into the family business.”
…..
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The small dream that Yanzel was reliving became interrupted as an APW employee shook him awake.
“Mr. Holmes. Please Mr. Holmes wake up.”
Yanzel pulled the towel off over his head his eyes adjusting to the light in the locker room.
“Sorry man you caught me napping. What’s up?”
“Well the show’s been over. We’re actually shutting the building down when I noticed you were still here. Is everything alright?”
Shutting the building down? How long had he passed out for?
“Oh damn my bad man. Listen give me five minutes and I’ll gather my things. Get out of your hair and all.” Yanzel rushed getting everything together. He switched into a pair of sweats putting them on over his ring gear. He stuffed everything else into his gym bag. He flipped on a hoodie to prepare him for the chilly cold air that awaited him outside. He stepped out of the locker room making his way down the hallways. Shorty after some quick turns he found himself on the outside of the building and into the chilly night in Lima, Peru. It probably wasn’t smart for a man unknown to the city to be walking around at night but what other choice did Yanzel have?
On his walk back to the hotel room he replayed the match against Robina Hood in his head wondering why he had hesitated so many times. He had to be honest with himself, he had definitely underestimated and misunderstood Robina Hood. When he first saw highlights of her actions he had written her off as a livewire act. Out of control and without direction she would strike at anything that got too close. Yanzel had planned his offense around that looking to pick his spots without trying to take any of the damage. It all blew up in his face.
Robina wasn’t out of control or without direction. Whether it was within herself or coming from the front office Robina knew exactly what she was doing in that ring. She most definitely had a purpose and she had a clear direction on what she wanted to do. Once in the ring and faced with that fact Yanzel knew that his game plan had been doomed to fail from the start. It’s a lesson he learned the hard way. Overlook your opponent in APW and it’s over before you even get out of the gate.
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*The following was posted on
I try to keep a cool head about things. I try not to let things get to me. In my line of work I’ve learned to develop a thick skin so that people don’t get a mental advantage over me. But I also am not a bullshitter. Robina Hood you got inside my head. I tried to play your words off. I failed and because of it you had the mental advantage going into the match. I was too busy trying not to upset the boss on Meltdown that you literally had your way with me. Thank you for that lesson. Yanzel Holmes cannot afford to ride the fence. Despite everything in my body telling me different I have to take a stand and take a side.
Speaking of trying to keep a cool head about things … I’m going to go on a semi rant. I’ve been hearing this a lot lately … especially from the more ego centric members of the Meltdown roster. I warn those of you who do not like foul language that I am about to fully lose my shit and should probably skip the next paragraph.
Enter Angry Black Man Mode
MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE GOT TO BE BULLSHITTING ME WITH THIS COP SHIT. I’VE HEARD THIS SHIT SPEW OUT YO GODAMN MOUTH FOR TOO LONG. SO BEING A COP AND PUTTING YOU’RE LIFE ON THE LINE TO PROTECT OTHERS IS THE SAME AS GETTING SLAMMED ON THE MAT AND PUT THROUGH A TABLE? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT!! THE ONLY REASON YOU SELFISH EGO PIECES OF MANIACAL SHIT ARE EVEN SAYIN THAT IS BECAUSE YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE WHAT YOU DO THAT MUCH MORE IMPORTANT. IT’S NOT. IS BEING ACROSS FROM A WRESTLER THE SAME AS BEING ACROSS FROM A GUN? IS A CHAIR SHOT THE SAME AS A DOUBLE TAP? COULD A BOMB GO OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING? COULD YOU BE CALLED TO ACTION IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN A FUCKING WRESTLING RING? GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU EGO CENTRIC, SELF LOVING, NO TESTICICLE HAVING, SALAD TOSSING, INSECURE MOTHERFUCKERS!!
Exit Angry Black Man Mode
Nana if you read that I apologize but they had it coming. If it’s any consolation I’m feeling better already. But this brings me to a great point outside of APW. While we wrestlers live in our sheltered world down here in South America at the moment back home Americans are banding together like only Americans can in the worst of times. It brings a smile to my face and a warm sensation to my heart to see hated rivals like the city of Boston and New York put beef aside for the team and unite together when one needed the other most. Now my elimination match tag team partners don’t nearly hold as much animosity for ourselves or as much history as a New York/Boston rivalry but we don’t trust each other either. Outside of what I’ve seen in their matches I know nothing about the character of the men involved and in order to be a proper tag team I need to be able to turn my back to them and hope that they watch out for me. If this were a regular tag team match that would be easier because if one of loses we all lose. But being an elimination match it actually benefits my tag team partners for me to lose because it makes them look better. Now my partners aren’t nearly as egotistical as the men across the ring from us but if push came to shove is it more important to win or is it more important to look good.
I had to ask myself that same question. Would I be able to vault myself up the Meltdown ladder and earn a higher pay raise if I made sure I was the sole survivor? I didn’t gloss this decision over either because the ramifications have already been well taught to me by Robina Hood. I have to make choices and stand by them. Therefore, I’m publicly announcing that I will not be taking that road with my partners. Being the sole survivor might make myself look good but so does a clean sweep of the opposing team. Despite how desperate I may be for money in order to provide for my family I will never sacrifice my character to achieve this. Somewhere out there Evan McDonald is shaking his head.
The Trust? The Trust? A name couldn’t be more ironic. The only thing you can trust these two men to do is try to climb over each other’s back while stabbing it at the same time. Evan McDonald is living in a fantasy world. This kid has won way too many participation awards because he thinks just by showing up he’s already won. I wonder how much money he’s burning through to have women appear on his shoot videos. Seriously? You either have the worst personal assistant or you’re just trying to hide something. It’s the 21st century Evan. Being gay is actually very popular.
Then there’s his partner Ellis Graham. A man born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass. A man so smug he doesn’t even bother to get his opponent’s names right. Is it Yanzel? Denzel? Or Montel? Frankly I think I look more like a young Judge Joe Brown but that’s not the point. Let me set the record straight. I quit the force because I could no longer run towards trouble. I could no longer sacrifice my life for a random citizen or for my own fellow officers. Rather than get them or someone else killed I quit the force. But I’m not surprised you would understand the sacrifice it takes to become a police officer. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised you understand the word sacrifice. Do you know what it means to give something up with absolutely nothing to gain for yourself? Don’t actually answer that. We already know the answer to it. So to make it CRYSTAL clear I’m willing to sacrifice my body for my family and specifically my children. MY BODY. NOT MY LIFE. SEE THE DIFFERENCE?
And to Billy Pepsi. Yanzel is not an Amish name. I’d take the time to explain it but I know it would just fall on deaf ears. So would warning you about being so smug and cocky. Oh yes trust me there is quite the difference between cockyness and confidence. It’s something that my team of Warren Peace, Roy Speede and myself will gladly show you. Even if you have to knock some sense into you in the process.
Thanks for taking the time to read as always APW fans. I look forward to giving you guys a hell of a show. Peace and love as always.
He sat in his locker room after taking a hefty shower knowing that leaving the lavished buffet area and commons of the APW Meltdown locker room meant going back to his roach infested hotel. Losing brought the reality of this world to Yanzel. Sure you could have strong motivation to bring to the ring but in the ring you still had to perform. Robina Hood might be a few nuts short of a screw but when you put skill and motivation together it usually wins out.
Someone from the APW staff came and dropped off the losers’ share of the purse but Yanzel couldn’t even bring himself to count how much it was. His eyes were still stinging with pain as well as his body. He laid his head back on the table covered his face with a towel and drifted off to sleep.
**************
“Welcome ladies and gentleman to the infamous LAPD Academy. You and everyone in this room are part of a select few who have answered the call that an entire city makes. Make no mistake people. This job is not for those seeking glory. In fact, it’s thankless. I want you to look at the man on your left and look to your right. Of the three of you only ONE of you will make it through the end of this program. I wish you all the best of luck.”
Yanzel got up from his desk as everyone broke for a breakfast break. He looked around the room and wondered to himself that a class this large would only net ten new officers in a class of 30. His train of thought was broken up as he was bumped into.
“Oh I’m so sorry.”
Yanzel turned around to find the most beautiful Mexican woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Yanzel was never any good at hiding his thoughts and instead of answering just stood there like the fool he was acting and smiled. It wasn’t until she spoke up again that he would utter another word.
“Hey my name is Jessica Ortiz.”
“Oh … sorry … name’s Yanzel Holmes.”
“Yanzel? That’s unique”
“What can I say all the John’s were taken.”
The two walked together without even noticing it as they made towards the break table. Yanzel would look out of the corner of his eye as he looked Jessica up and down. He wasn’t very smooth with the ladies. In fact he was downright clumsy. After setting himself up for a plate he sat down at a table not realizing that Jessica had sat next to him as well.
“So, what makes you want to be a cop?”
“Honestly … I’m fresh out of college. I’ve deferred my loan payments as much as I can and now they just keep ringing up my house. This job pays starting 60,000 a year with full benefits. Wasn’t really much of a choice left.”
“That … was surprisingly honest.”
“Never felt the need to lie about things. I’ve got two newborn twins at home and they don’t have time for daddy to figure things out at his own pace.”
“Oh you have kids? You’re really young to already have two boys.”
“I might have always been this good looking but I haven’t always been this smart I guess.” While the line itself might have had some semblance of being a good way to flirt the delivery that Yanzel gave it with butchered any chance of that. Imagine the line delivered in the corniest way possible. Double it. Double that and you’re almost there.
“Right …. So what does their mother think about you joining the police force?”
Yanzel gets quiet dipping his head.
“There mother died in childbirth. We weren’t that close to begin with.”
“I’m so sorry … I didn’t know.”
“No need to like I said we weren’t close. But enough about me … what’s a girl like you doing in an academy like this.”
Yes he really is that corny. Get used to it.
“My blood runs blue. Father was a cop. His father was a cop. His father was a cop. Guess I always knew I was going into the family business.”
…..
***************************
The small dream that Yanzel was reliving became interrupted as an APW employee shook him awake.
“Mr. Holmes. Please Mr. Holmes wake up.”
Yanzel pulled the towel off over his head his eyes adjusting to the light in the locker room.
“Sorry man you caught me napping. What’s up?”
“Well the show’s been over. We’re actually shutting the building down when I noticed you were still here. Is everything alright?”
Shutting the building down? How long had he passed out for?
“Oh damn my bad man. Listen give me five minutes and I’ll gather my things. Get out of your hair and all.” Yanzel rushed getting everything together. He switched into a pair of sweats putting them on over his ring gear. He stuffed everything else into his gym bag. He flipped on a hoodie to prepare him for the chilly cold air that awaited him outside. He stepped out of the locker room making his way down the hallways. Shorty after some quick turns he found himself on the outside of the building and into the chilly night in Lima, Peru. It probably wasn’t smart for a man unknown to the city to be walking around at night but what other choice did Yanzel have?
On his walk back to the hotel room he replayed the match against Robina Hood in his head wondering why he had hesitated so many times. He had to be honest with himself, he had definitely underestimated and misunderstood Robina Hood. When he first saw highlights of her actions he had written her off as a livewire act. Out of control and without direction she would strike at anything that got too close. Yanzel had planned his offense around that looking to pick his spots without trying to take any of the damage. It all blew up in his face.
Robina wasn’t out of control or without direction. Whether it was within herself or coming from the front office Robina knew exactly what she was doing in that ring. She most definitely had a purpose and she had a clear direction on what she wanted to do. Once in the ring and faced with that fact Yanzel knew that his game plan had been doomed to fail from the start. It’s a lesson he learned the hard way. Overlook your opponent in APW and it’s over before you even get out of the gate.
*************
*The following was posted on
I try to keep a cool head about things. I try not to let things get to me. In my line of work I’ve learned to develop a thick skin so that people don’t get a mental advantage over me. But I also am not a bullshitter. Robina Hood you got inside my head. I tried to play your words off. I failed and because of it you had the mental advantage going into the match. I was too busy trying not to upset the boss on Meltdown that you literally had your way with me. Thank you for that lesson. Yanzel Holmes cannot afford to ride the fence. Despite everything in my body telling me different I have to take a stand and take a side.
Speaking of trying to keep a cool head about things … I’m going to go on a semi rant. I’ve been hearing this a lot lately … especially from the more ego centric members of the Meltdown roster. I warn those of you who do not like foul language that I am about to fully lose my shit and should probably skip the next paragraph.
Enter Angry Black Man Mode
MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE GOT TO BE BULLSHITTING ME WITH THIS COP SHIT. I’VE HEARD THIS SHIT SPEW OUT YO GODAMN MOUTH FOR TOO LONG. SO BEING A COP AND PUTTING YOU’RE LIFE ON THE LINE TO PROTECT OTHERS IS THE SAME AS GETTING SLAMMED ON THE MAT AND PUT THROUGH A TABLE? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT!! THE ONLY REASON YOU SELFISH EGO PIECES OF MANIACAL SHIT ARE EVEN SAYIN THAT IS BECAUSE YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE WHAT YOU DO THAT MUCH MORE IMPORTANT. IT’S NOT. IS BEING ACROSS FROM A WRESTLER THE SAME AS BEING ACROSS FROM A GUN? IS A CHAIR SHOT THE SAME AS A DOUBLE TAP? COULD A BOMB GO OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING? COULD YOU BE CALLED TO ACTION IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN A FUCKING WRESTLING RING? GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU EGO CENTRIC, SELF LOVING, NO TESTICICLE HAVING, SALAD TOSSING, INSECURE MOTHERFUCKERS!!
Exit Angry Black Man Mode
Nana if you read that I apologize but they had it coming. If it’s any consolation I’m feeling better already. But this brings me to a great point outside of APW. While we wrestlers live in our sheltered world down here in South America at the moment back home Americans are banding together like only Americans can in the worst of times. It brings a smile to my face and a warm sensation to my heart to see hated rivals like the city of Boston and New York put beef aside for the team and unite together when one needed the other most. Now my elimination match tag team partners don’t nearly hold as much animosity for ourselves or as much history as a New York/Boston rivalry but we don’t trust each other either. Outside of what I’ve seen in their matches I know nothing about the character of the men involved and in order to be a proper tag team I need to be able to turn my back to them and hope that they watch out for me. If this were a regular tag team match that would be easier because if one of loses we all lose. But being an elimination match it actually benefits my tag team partners for me to lose because it makes them look better. Now my partners aren’t nearly as egotistical as the men across the ring from us but if push came to shove is it more important to win or is it more important to look good.
I had to ask myself that same question. Would I be able to vault myself up the Meltdown ladder and earn a higher pay raise if I made sure I was the sole survivor? I didn’t gloss this decision over either because the ramifications have already been well taught to me by Robina Hood. I have to make choices and stand by them. Therefore, I’m publicly announcing that I will not be taking that road with my partners. Being the sole survivor might make myself look good but so does a clean sweep of the opposing team. Despite how desperate I may be for money in order to provide for my family I will never sacrifice my character to achieve this. Somewhere out there Evan McDonald is shaking his head.
The Trust? The Trust? A name couldn’t be more ironic. The only thing you can trust these two men to do is try to climb over each other’s back while stabbing it at the same time. Evan McDonald is living in a fantasy world. This kid has won way too many participation awards because he thinks just by showing up he’s already won. I wonder how much money he’s burning through to have women appear on his shoot videos. Seriously? You either have the worst personal assistant or you’re just trying to hide something. It’s the 21st century Evan. Being gay is actually very popular.
Then there’s his partner Ellis Graham. A man born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass. A man so smug he doesn’t even bother to get his opponent’s names right. Is it Yanzel? Denzel? Or Montel? Frankly I think I look more like a young Judge Joe Brown but that’s not the point. Let me set the record straight. I quit the force because I could no longer run towards trouble. I could no longer sacrifice my life for a random citizen or for my own fellow officers. Rather than get them or someone else killed I quit the force. But I’m not surprised you would understand the sacrifice it takes to become a police officer. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised you understand the word sacrifice. Do you know what it means to give something up with absolutely nothing to gain for yourself? Don’t actually answer that. We already know the answer to it. So to make it CRYSTAL clear I’m willing to sacrifice my body for my family and specifically my children. MY BODY. NOT MY LIFE. SEE THE DIFFERENCE?
And to Billy Pepsi. Yanzel is not an Amish name. I’d take the time to explain it but I know it would just fall on deaf ears. So would warning you about being so smug and cocky. Oh yes trust me there is quite the difference between cockyness and confidence. It’s something that my team of Warren Peace, Roy Speede and myself will gladly show you. Even if you have to knock some sense into you in the process.
Thanks for taking the time to read as always APW fans. I look forward to giving you guys a hell of a show. Peace and love as always.
