Post by Chet Watkins on May 20, 2010 23:21:34 GMT -4
There were a few times, back in my more youthful days, where a few of us farmer's sons would get together, have the oldest out of us go and grab a case of Budweiser, and sit out in one of the fields. Just sit, no real purpose behind going there, no searching for greater purpose. Five or six kids sitting on the tailgates of their old pick-ups, drinking beer and enjoying the comfort of the night air. While this might not seem as if it fits into the list of things you should know about Chet Watkins before he debuts in Action Packed Wrestling, it marks two pretty important facts. One, every person commits a crime from time to time...
...in my case, it was more of a victimless crime, but no one has immunity to this fact of life.
Including Alex Warman.
"That's the way it looked to me, Chet."
"I've gotta see this..."[/center][/b]
When Quincy told me that he had just seen footage of the very man I was going to be competing against in my APW debut setting fire to a Wiccan-based shop building, I couldn't believe my ears. I mean, from what I had learned about him, there were some obvious patterns of violence; no man goes to prison for assault without some sort of violent tendencies, but this was something I wasn't prepared for.
It caught me off guard, to say the least. So, I took off to meet Quincy in the hotel he had been staying in since learning of my latest career move.
Quincy Meadows is a good man. Not much more needs to be said of him. My best friend since I could walk and talk, this guy has been here through everything for me. Even when college took him away from myself and all of his buddies here in Cheyenne, whenever one of us had gotten in a tight spot, or found himself something new to pursue...
Quincy was there.
And so he had taped my opponent's...interesting...acts for me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was legitimately setting fire to this place.
So, without hesitation...a beer was under our belts.
"You ain't kidding, Quinc', we just watched him commit arson and get on a Greyhound bus like it was nothing!"[/center]
It's not as if I was worried about my well being...
I was just contemplating how his mind was working. A madman is only as crazy as his motive is unknown to the general public.
"No doubt about that, dude."
"So...what's the plan, Cowboy?"[/center]
I was always amused at the fact that I was the only one of us boys known as a Cowboy amongst the rest of us. I mean, my size and demeanor certainly scream farm boy, but Lord knows I'm well versed in everything from Calculus to Russian literature. Learning just always came naturally to me...
It was a bit of a hobby of mine.
Behind closed doors, of course.
As for what the plan was? Well, I had an idea.
And so, there was another. And it was good. Just as good as the last one.
"JESUS, CHET! You have to be one of the most thick-headed...I'm asking you about your crazed lunatic of a friend and you're sitting over there enjoying your second home-brew from my uncle Jimmy!"
"Calm yourself, Quinc', I got everything under control. Look who you're talking to? I didn't put the nickname 'Cowboy Casanova' on my contract for nothin'. Who out of us was always the one taking the initiative to do something we weren't supposed to be doing, huh? Who always knew how to do something without getting caught-"
"WHO WAS THE ONE WHO ALWAYS HAD TO HELP YOUR ASS OUT WHEN YOU DID GET CAUGHT?!"[/center][/color][/b]
That was the one trait of Quincy's I could never get used to...overreaction and overcautiousness.
"You might say that now, man, but I don't kn-"
"I'm going to stop you right there, and ask for a third brew. We need to head out of here...Seattle's almost a day away. I'll drive."
"Chet, you've been drinking."
"Three beer maximum, buddy. You didn't know that rule? Besides, so were you!"[/center]
What? I told you we all commit crimes around here. Think you're so righteous? Feel free to ride that high horse...I don't see the need. And as for that second important note...
Well, it can wait. I have some driving to do.
...in my case, it was more of a victimless crime, but no one has immunity to this fact of life.
Including Alex Warman.
"Arson? Really?"
"That's the way it looked to me, Chet."
"I've gotta see this..."[/center][/b]
When Quincy told me that he had just seen footage of the very man I was going to be competing against in my APW debut setting fire to a Wiccan-based shop building, I couldn't believe my ears. I mean, from what I had learned about him, there were some obvious patterns of violence; no man goes to prison for assault without some sort of violent tendencies, but this was something I wasn't prepared for.
It caught me off guard, to say the least. So, I took off to meet Quincy in the hotel he had been staying in since learning of my latest career move.
Quincy Meadows is a good man. Not much more needs to be said of him. My best friend since I could walk and talk, this guy has been here through everything for me. Even when college took him away from myself and all of his buddies here in Cheyenne, whenever one of us had gotten in a tight spot, or found himself something new to pursue...
Quincy was there.
And so he had taped my opponent's...interesting...acts for me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was legitimately setting fire to this place.
"Well, I'll be damned. I need a beer."
So, without hesitation...a beer was under our belts.
"CW...you know I love you, man, like a brother and all...but this guy is crazy."
"You ain't kidding, Quinc', we just watched him commit arson and get on a Greyhound bus like it was nothing!"[/center]
It's not as if I was worried about my well being...
I was just contemplating how his mind was working. A madman is only as crazy as his motive is unknown to the general public.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you about that...seemed pretty clear to me that he was sending a message to the third party of your little hootenanny."
"No doubt about that, dude."
"So...what's the plan, Cowboy?"[/center]
I was always amused at the fact that I was the only one of us boys known as a Cowboy amongst the rest of us. I mean, my size and demeanor certainly scream farm boy, but Lord knows I'm well versed in everything from Calculus to Russian literature. Learning just always came naturally to me...
It was a bit of a hobby of mine.
Behind closed doors, of course.
As for what the plan was? Well, I had an idea.
"Buddy...how about another brew?"
And so, there was another. And it was good. Just as good as the last one.
"Ah...that hits the spot. Now...what was the question?"
"JESUS, CHET! You have to be one of the most thick-headed...I'm asking you about your crazed lunatic of a friend and you're sitting over there enjoying your second home-brew from my uncle Jimmy!"
"Calm yourself, Quinc', I got everything under control. Look who you're talking to? I didn't put the nickname 'Cowboy Casanova' on my contract for nothin'. Who out of us was always the one taking the initiative to do something we weren't supposed to be doing, huh? Who always knew how to do something without getting caught-"
"WHO WAS THE ONE WHO ALWAYS HAD TO HELP YOUR ASS OUT WHEN YOU DID GET CAUGHT?!"[/center][/color][/b]
That was the one trait of Quincy's I could never get used to...overreaction and overcautiousness.
"Listen, buddy...you're talking to your best friend. You're talking to Chet. And if Chet is sitting here, telling you that he isn't scared of Alex Warman, you better believe he's telling you the truth. Because I'm not scared of him. There ain't no reason to be. Deep down, under that imposing physical nature, and the aggressiveness of a tiger backed into a corner, there's something to him that doesn't quite fit. Whether it is the government's doing over there in Iraq, or whether it goes deeper than that...I really have no way of knowing...and to tell you the truth, I couldn't give a damn less. Because when I step between those ropes, you and I both know that the only thing that matters to me is being the best.
In there, there ain't any bars, or three meals a day to make him feel at home.
There won't be gunfire there to keep his hearing keen.
The only thing he'll have is his fight, which he has a lot of...
And two men who are looking to kick his ass just as badly as he wants to kick theirs. One of those men being me. And I really hope Warzone doesn't plan on walking over this big man from Wyoming, because I know how to fight, Quinc', and let me tell you something, that man hasn't got the fortitude to keep up with this cowboy."
In there, there ain't any bars, or three meals a day to make him feel at home.
There won't be gunfire there to keep his hearing keen.
The only thing he'll have is his fight, which he has a lot of...
And two men who are looking to kick his ass just as badly as he wants to kick theirs. One of those men being me. And I really hope Warzone doesn't plan on walking over this big man from Wyoming, because I know how to fight, Quinc', and let me tell you something, that man hasn't got the fortitude to keep up with this cowboy."
"You might say that now, man, but I don't kn-"
"I'm going to stop you right there, and ask for a third brew. We need to head out of here...Seattle's almost a day away. I'll drive."
"Chet, you've been drinking."
"Three beer maximum, buddy. You didn't know that rule? Besides, so were you!"[/center]
What? I told you we all commit crimes around here. Think you're so righteous? Feel free to ride that high horse...I don't see the need. And as for that second important note...
Well, it can wait. I have some driving to do.
