Post by J-Mart on Aug 30, 2009 21:57:28 GMT -4
A crisp breeze flows across the shore of Lake Michigan. It’s a beautiful time of year. Not too hot, not too cold. Everything’s just perfect. The leaves are turning into beautiful colors of orange and yellow, dancing in the wind on their way down to the earth. As baseball season comes to an end, signaling yet another disappointing season for my Chicago Cubs, football season quickly approaches. Summer is coming to an end, and fall is taking it’s place. The holiday season is coming quickly.
As we fade into the scene, we see Joe standing on what appears to be the roof of a building. He has a big smile on his face, which is complimented with a large bruise on the left side of his temple. He looks to be in better shape than last week. His hair is at a decent length now, and he is cleanly shaven. There are no longer any bags under his eyes.
He stretches, extending his arms fully in the air and letting out a lawn. After the long yawn, he begins to speak.
Last week, I assured victory over Level One. I asked for that match, and it was given to me. And while the outcome of the match may not have been exactly what I had hoped for, I can say at least that I am humbled. It is now clear to me that I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I guess I still have a lot to learn in this business. Hopefully I’ll be able to develop into a better wrestler one day. And when that day comes, I look forward to having that rematch.
Joe pauses to scratches his head.
For some reason though, I can’t help but smile. I mean, I just got knocked the fuck out, and I’m sitting here smiling. It’s the strangest feeling I’ve ever had. Shouldn’t I be in pain? Well, I assure you I’m not 100% right now, but the pain on the outside is nothing compared to the pain on the inside. I hate losing. It’s such a terrible feeling. I hope I never have to lose again, and I’m going to do my best to make sure that I don’t lose ever again.
I was very pleased with my spot on the card last week. I’m a main eventer, I’m supposed to be headlining every card, every week. But no matter, I know how good I am, but other people like president Jeff fail to realize that.
Joe stops for a moment and lets out a childish giggle. It is clear that his humbleness has gone away.
Now don’t get me wrong, I lost that match last week fair and square. So I can’t just sit here and start rambling on about how Level One cheated. When you have two wrestlers going at it, one of them has to win and one of them has to lose. It’s just the way it is.
But with defeat, comes humiliation. And I have been humiliated. I can’t go to the mall without someone coming up to me and rubbing last week’s loss in my face. I have been both humiliated and ridiculed. I know what I have to do though. I’m going to have to avenge my loss to Level One by beating him in a rematch next week!
A long silence is followed by Joe’s statement.
Oh wait. I don’t have a title match with Level One this week. I have a match with Streets Wilson. No matter, I guess we all had to start somewhere right? I guess facing Streets Wilson is like your first job as a young man. Although I do find it all too degrading to have to waste my time tormenting Streets Wilson.
Last week has come and gone. I’m just going to put that behind me and focus on the future. I’m trying to make a name for myself in this company. I’m trying to establish myself as one of the greatest wrestlers to have ever lived. I mean, I’m already the greatest of all time, but other people don’t know that, and I want them to.
Maybe some of you fans question me. Maybe some of you fans don’t think that I’m in any position to be calling myself the “G.O.A.T.” To those of you fans, I say this. Go fuck yourselves. If ya’ll want to be fans of mine, then fine. I’m not going to stop you. As a matter of fact, I encourage that. But if you’re going to be my fan, I don’t expect to have my ability questioned. I’m just as talented as anybody out there. You can say you hate me, but I know you all like my wrestling.
Joe reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a bag of M&Ms. He tears open the bag, pours some into his palm, and pops a few in his mouth. He finishes chewing before talking again.
Now onto my Shockwave opponent. Unlike me, he’s rolling into Shockwave with a win last week. Yeah, he may have beaten a nobody, but he’s still coming off of a win last week. I hope he knows that the only way he can win a match is if his opponent has under 2 wins to his credit. I mean the guy has no talent. He should be out reenacting a Grease play. Not wrestling here in the APW.
I know Streets isn’t the best opponent to be facing at Shockwave, or anywhere near the best, but like I said earlier, we all have to start somewhere. This match sort of reminds me of my first job. Cleaning the fucking bathrooms at Burger King. Both that job and this match is embarrassing to even think of.
Joe jumps a little and covers his mouth with his hand.
Ugh. I think I puked in my mouth a little.
Joe pours a few more M&Ms into his palm and proceeds to eat them.
So you’re a black belt in judo and some fucking kung fu shit? Ha! The only black belt I have is the one I use to whip your girlfriend with when she’s naughty. But please. I don’t need a black belt to prove that I’m a fucking tank. I know how to wrestle. And that’s all I need. I could probably takedown King Kong himself if I had the chance. Trust me buddy, you won’t last long with me if you decide to test my wrestling ability.
I suppose I don’t only know wrestling though. I know how to throw a punch, so I guess I’m multitalented if that counts. So if I may correct myself, I can wrestle and box, if that’s what you want to call it.
Streets Wilson, I’m just going to come right out and say it. You suck. You can’t beat me at Shockwave. It’s just not fucking possible. Oh, but you won’t listen to me. You’re still going to show up with your stupid ass switchblade expecting to win. I’m going to enjoy whooping your ass Streets. Every goddamn second of it.
But I can understand where you come from Streets. Both my parents were killed when I was younger too. I didn’t have to live with the horror of having to see it done in front of my face though. And for that, I can respect you. I know that you’ve been through a lot. Our two paths will meet at Shockwave, and only one will prevail. And as much as I respect you Streets, I cannot allow you to defeat me. I’ve been busted my ass to get here, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be denied of my destiny now.
What is my destiny you ask? Why, to become the APW champion of course! And trust me, it’s going to happen my friend. I can see it now. After my loss last week, I’m done making promises and guarantees. I’ve decided to let my actions speak for themselves now.
Joe lets out a big grin.
I just can’t help but talk though! It’s part of who I am. So like it or not Streets, I’m going to talk. But that’s not all that I’m going to do. I’m going to back these fucking words up. Believe that. I won’t be denied. I just won’t be. It’s very unfortunate for you that what stands in my way to a title shot right now is you. I can’t wait to get in that ring and put you to sleep. Oh, but it’s nothing personal.
The name of the game is pain. If you can’t tolerate pain, you might as well just stay home. It’s obvious that you’re no stranger to pain. By that I mean that you get your ass beat so much, you’ve gotten used to it. Expect more of the same at Shockwave. “Oh but Joe! Streets Wilson beat Rocky Starr last week! He doesn’t get his ass kicked all the time!”
Right. And where the fuck has Rocky been?
Joe empties the rest of the bag into his mouth and crumbles up the bag. He throws is out of view.
Look man, I know you’re eager to win this match, and I don’t blame you. You’ve probably been working very hard haven’t you? You’re a big guy, you know how to handle yourself. You’re a real big tough guy. You’re from the streets of…
Joe bursts out in uncontrollable laughter.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Stamford? One of the top 10 safest cities in America? Holy shit man. You wouldn’t last 5 seconds in a real street environment. I know what it’s like to really grow up on the streets. What? You don’t believe me?
The camera zooms out to reveal the building that Joe is sitting atop of. It’s the Sears Tower.
Welcome to Chicago slut!
Joe stands up and places his hands on his hips as he glances across the Chicago skyline.
Every day here was a struggle. It’s a miracle that I’m still alive. Hell, it’s a miracle that anyone is still alive if they’ve lived in the wrong parts of this city. And trust me man, there are a lot of wrong parts. I still love this city with all my heart though. And there are some beautiful places.
I remember going to Navy Pier as a young stud. I remember going to Rosemont and chilling with my boys in Blue Island. This whole fucking state has a lot of history. I love it to death. This is a real city man. You haven’t been in a real street environment until you’ve been here.
Joe sits back down.
Now, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that I liked living in the hood, because I didn’t. And I’m glad to be out of there.
Joe lets out a deep sigh and stares into the clouds above.
I’m enjoying life now, and I hope you are too Streets. Don’t take this loss personal, it’s nothing against you. In order for me to feel complete, I need to be recognized as an elite wrestler here in the APW. Again, I know I am, but others don’t.
You Streets, are going to find out first hand come Shockwave. Believe that.
Joe lays down and looks up at the sky as the scene fades to black.
As we fade into the scene, we see Joe standing on what appears to be the roof of a building. He has a big smile on his face, which is complimented with a large bruise on the left side of his temple. He looks to be in better shape than last week. His hair is at a decent length now, and he is cleanly shaven. There are no longer any bags under his eyes.
He stretches, extending his arms fully in the air and letting out a lawn. After the long yawn, he begins to speak.
Last week, I assured victory over Level One. I asked for that match, and it was given to me. And while the outcome of the match may not have been exactly what I had hoped for, I can say at least that I am humbled. It is now clear to me that I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I guess I still have a lot to learn in this business. Hopefully I’ll be able to develop into a better wrestler one day. And when that day comes, I look forward to having that rematch.
Joe pauses to scratches his head.
For some reason though, I can’t help but smile. I mean, I just got knocked the fuck out, and I’m sitting here smiling. It’s the strangest feeling I’ve ever had. Shouldn’t I be in pain? Well, I assure you I’m not 100% right now, but the pain on the outside is nothing compared to the pain on the inside. I hate losing. It’s such a terrible feeling. I hope I never have to lose again, and I’m going to do my best to make sure that I don’t lose ever again.
I was very pleased with my spot on the card last week. I’m a main eventer, I’m supposed to be headlining every card, every week. But no matter, I know how good I am, but other people like president Jeff fail to realize that.
Joe stops for a moment and lets out a childish giggle. It is clear that his humbleness has gone away.
Now don’t get me wrong, I lost that match last week fair and square. So I can’t just sit here and start rambling on about how Level One cheated. When you have two wrestlers going at it, one of them has to win and one of them has to lose. It’s just the way it is.
But with defeat, comes humiliation. And I have been humiliated. I can’t go to the mall without someone coming up to me and rubbing last week’s loss in my face. I have been both humiliated and ridiculed. I know what I have to do though. I’m going to have to avenge my loss to Level One by beating him in a rematch next week!
A long silence is followed by Joe’s statement.
Oh wait. I don’t have a title match with Level One this week. I have a match with Streets Wilson. No matter, I guess we all had to start somewhere right? I guess facing Streets Wilson is like your first job as a young man. Although I do find it all too degrading to have to waste my time tormenting Streets Wilson.
Last week has come and gone. I’m just going to put that behind me and focus on the future. I’m trying to make a name for myself in this company. I’m trying to establish myself as one of the greatest wrestlers to have ever lived. I mean, I’m already the greatest of all time, but other people don’t know that, and I want them to.
Maybe some of you fans question me. Maybe some of you fans don’t think that I’m in any position to be calling myself the “G.O.A.T.” To those of you fans, I say this. Go fuck yourselves. If ya’ll want to be fans of mine, then fine. I’m not going to stop you. As a matter of fact, I encourage that. But if you’re going to be my fan, I don’t expect to have my ability questioned. I’m just as talented as anybody out there. You can say you hate me, but I know you all like my wrestling.
Joe reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a bag of M&Ms. He tears open the bag, pours some into his palm, and pops a few in his mouth. He finishes chewing before talking again.
Now onto my Shockwave opponent. Unlike me, he’s rolling into Shockwave with a win last week. Yeah, he may have beaten a nobody, but he’s still coming off of a win last week. I hope he knows that the only way he can win a match is if his opponent has under 2 wins to his credit. I mean the guy has no talent. He should be out reenacting a Grease play. Not wrestling here in the APW.
I know Streets isn’t the best opponent to be facing at Shockwave, or anywhere near the best, but like I said earlier, we all have to start somewhere. This match sort of reminds me of my first job. Cleaning the fucking bathrooms at Burger King. Both that job and this match is embarrassing to even think of.
Joe jumps a little and covers his mouth with his hand.
Ugh. I think I puked in my mouth a little.
Joe pours a few more M&Ms into his palm and proceeds to eat them.
So you’re a black belt in judo and some fucking kung fu shit? Ha! The only black belt I have is the one I use to whip your girlfriend with when she’s naughty. But please. I don’t need a black belt to prove that I’m a fucking tank. I know how to wrestle. And that’s all I need. I could probably takedown King Kong himself if I had the chance. Trust me buddy, you won’t last long with me if you decide to test my wrestling ability.
I suppose I don’t only know wrestling though. I know how to throw a punch, so I guess I’m multitalented if that counts. So if I may correct myself, I can wrestle and box, if that’s what you want to call it.
Streets Wilson, I’m just going to come right out and say it. You suck. You can’t beat me at Shockwave. It’s just not fucking possible. Oh, but you won’t listen to me. You’re still going to show up with your stupid ass switchblade expecting to win. I’m going to enjoy whooping your ass Streets. Every goddamn second of it.
But I can understand where you come from Streets. Both my parents were killed when I was younger too. I didn’t have to live with the horror of having to see it done in front of my face though. And for that, I can respect you. I know that you’ve been through a lot. Our two paths will meet at Shockwave, and only one will prevail. And as much as I respect you Streets, I cannot allow you to defeat me. I’ve been busted my ass to get here, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be denied of my destiny now.
What is my destiny you ask? Why, to become the APW champion of course! And trust me, it’s going to happen my friend. I can see it now. After my loss last week, I’m done making promises and guarantees. I’ve decided to let my actions speak for themselves now.
Joe lets out a big grin.
I just can’t help but talk though! It’s part of who I am. So like it or not Streets, I’m going to talk. But that’s not all that I’m going to do. I’m going to back these fucking words up. Believe that. I won’t be denied. I just won’t be. It’s very unfortunate for you that what stands in my way to a title shot right now is you. I can’t wait to get in that ring and put you to sleep. Oh, but it’s nothing personal.
The name of the game is pain. If you can’t tolerate pain, you might as well just stay home. It’s obvious that you’re no stranger to pain. By that I mean that you get your ass beat so much, you’ve gotten used to it. Expect more of the same at Shockwave. “Oh but Joe! Streets Wilson beat Rocky Starr last week! He doesn’t get his ass kicked all the time!”
Right. And where the fuck has Rocky been?
Joe empties the rest of the bag into his mouth and crumbles up the bag. He throws is out of view.
Look man, I know you’re eager to win this match, and I don’t blame you. You’ve probably been working very hard haven’t you? You’re a big guy, you know how to handle yourself. You’re a real big tough guy. You’re from the streets of…
Joe bursts out in uncontrollable laughter.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Stamford? One of the top 10 safest cities in America? Holy shit man. You wouldn’t last 5 seconds in a real street environment. I know what it’s like to really grow up on the streets. What? You don’t believe me?
The camera zooms out to reveal the building that Joe is sitting atop of. It’s the Sears Tower.
Welcome to Chicago slut!
Joe stands up and places his hands on his hips as he glances across the Chicago skyline.
Every day here was a struggle. It’s a miracle that I’m still alive. Hell, it’s a miracle that anyone is still alive if they’ve lived in the wrong parts of this city. And trust me man, there are a lot of wrong parts. I still love this city with all my heart though. And there are some beautiful places.
I remember going to Navy Pier as a young stud. I remember going to Rosemont and chilling with my boys in Blue Island. This whole fucking state has a lot of history. I love it to death. This is a real city man. You haven’t been in a real street environment until you’ve been here.
Joe sits back down.
Now, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that I liked living in the hood, because I didn’t. And I’m glad to be out of there.
Joe lets out a deep sigh and stares into the clouds above.
I’m enjoying life now, and I hope you are too Streets. Don’t take this loss personal, it’s nothing against you. In order for me to feel complete, I need to be recognized as an elite wrestler here in the APW. Again, I know I am, but others don’t.
You Streets, are going to find out first hand come Shockwave. Believe that.
Joe lays down and looks up at the sky as the scene fades to black.
