Post by Chris Cyrus on Feb 26, 2011 21:21:21 GMT -4
“Push It”
“Push It”
Say’s the muscular man and he stands over Chris Cyrus inside of a gym as Chris lays on a bench and doing bench presses with the weight bar.
“Come on, One more. don’t give up on me now”
Chris clinches his teeth together and goes for one more push. His face is turning red as sweat accumulated on his forehead.
“Almost, Push it”
And Chris makes it. The Training grabs the weight bar and puts it on its hooks and Chris drops his arms. Chris lays on the bench for a few seconds, catching his breath and giving his arms a break.
“Fifty reps of three hundred pounds, not bad.”
Chris sits up and grabs a near by towel and wipes the sweat off from his arms and face. He then grabs a bottle of water, unscrewing the cover and gulps down about two cups worth of water that’s left in the bottle
“I want to thank you again Troy for helping me train. I need to be in the best shape that I can for this Sunday.”
“I’m glad I can help. When you win your match, just remember who helped you get there.”
“Ha Ha, don’t worry. I won’t forget.”
“I think this is enough for today. Go home, get some rest. You’ve done all you can do. All you can do now is put your faith in god and let him do the rest”
Chris nods his head as Troy walks by him, slapping him on the back before walking off. Chris sits on the weight bench still and begins to think to himself. And then he remembers something. He grabs his gym bag and digs around and pulls out his phone. He dials a number and puts the phone up to his ear and waits. A voice comes on
“You’ve reached the voice mail of “Ellie”. Please leave a message.”
“Hey Ellie. Its Christopher. Was just calling to see how your doing. We’ve haven’t talked in a while and just wanted to make sure you we’re doing good. I’m hearing through the grapevines that you and Biggs are having some problems with your marriage. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here for ya. Just because your back with Biggs, I don’t want you to think that we can’t be friends, just because Biggs and I can’t stand one another. So keep your head up kid, everything will work out for the best. Anyways, you got my number, if you ever want to talk or hang out, you know how to reach me.”
Chris hangs up the phone and tosses it back into his bag.
Just then, a women who happens to be next to Chris, running on a treadmill, over hears the message he left Ellie
“You alright?”
“Yah, I’m fine”
“Sounds like that girl is with the wrong person”
“What? No, its not like that. She’s just a friend”
“Listen hun. Coming from a woman, I’ve seen this before. You care for that girl and you have feeling for her.”
“Ellie and I are just friends. We’ve traveled the road together with her husband. We almost had a fling, but that’s it. It was best to say friends, nothing more”
“Whatever you say hun. But its not everyday you see a man call a female friend after working out and leave that kind message.”
The women walks off leaving Chris alone
“Maybe its time to just move on instead of hanging on to that one last hope of the Axis getting back together. Maybe its time to finally put an end to that chapter in my life and start a new chapter for myself.”
With that, Chris grabs his gym bag and leaves the gym.
****
Its Saturday night somewhere in Long Island. A skummy looking motel is seen. The big neon sign outside as the lights in the M and T burnt out so the sign only reads “_O_LE.” The scene then fades inside one of the room. All you see is a bed, a desk ready to fall apart and off to the side is a bathroom. The walks are painted white, but looks as it was painted 20 years ago. Stains are on the wall, and what looks to be blood spots in a few places. Also cockroaches are running on the floor. In the hotel room, sitting on the bed, writing on his laptop is Chris Cyrus. He’s finally hit rock bottom…Or has he?
Chris opens up Facebook and goes into the “blog” application. He starts a new blog and begins to write.
As I sit here in a scummy motel room in the middle of no where long island, I can’t help but think about tomorrow night. Blood Sweat and Broken Teeth. I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever for this. James Chambers Verses Chris Cyrus.
I drove in from my town in Las Vegas. And while on the road, I stopped in at a truck stop resturant for a bite to eat. While sitting at the bar counter enjoying my Cheese Burger, I engaged into a conversation with a wrestling fan, who just happened to be going to Long Island to see Blood, Sweat and Broken Teeth. As we talk about the wrestling business, APW and IWC. The subject of James Chambers came up. We discussed how tough of a wrestler he is. How his Muy Thai style is the key for Chambers advantage in matches. And then I learned about a rumor that is going around. The rumor that James Chambers way of training is getting his ass handed to him by a 60 year old Kung Fu Master.
Now let me gets their straight. James Chambers, he’s 6’4, 240 pounds. He’s the IWC Insane Champion, and he gets his ass kicked by a 60 year old, Kung Fu Master. And not only did he get his ass kicked, but the Kung Fu Master gave him an atomic wedgie. Now, everything you read on the internet, you shouldn’t believe, but in this case, if this really happened, then how the hell does James Chambers expect to beat me if he can’t beat a 60 year old man. I’m 6’2, 240 pounds, I’m younger, faster, and I sure as hell know that no 60 year old Kung Fu Master would kick my ass.
I ask you IWC Faithful, is this the kind of man you want representing a company. Is this the man you want as the face of IWC. James Chambers makes Jason Royce look like a credible champion, but IT IS WHAT IT IS I guess. IWC Faithful, I will tell you the kind of champion you people deserve. A man with integrity. A man that everyone can be proud of. A man who can bring IWC to new heights. And that man is me, Chris Cyrus. The man who is the greatest APW Xtreme Champion of all time, but you already knew that.
As I finished my meal at that truck stop restaurant, and the wrestling fan and I went our separate ways, I couldn’t help but think that a year ago, I was in the best wrestling company in the world. And now, I’m back to paying my dues. You don’t really know what you got till its gone, but paying my dues again, has made me respect this business much more. I went from traveling in first class and riding in limo’s to eating Tuna from a can while sleeping in a cockroach invested motel room. Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, you look at the bigger picture. And for me, that bigger picture is to one day get back to APW. And to do that, is make an impact in IWC, giving President Jeff no choice but to hire me back. And to do that, I have to win that Insane Heavyweight Championship
And you know how I’m going to do that, by taking this match very seriously. While Jimmy is sleeping through my promo’s, I’m listening to every single word he says. While Jimmy is sitting at his C.R.A.P enterprise office in his underwear, while eating cheetos and watching porn, I’m at the gym, training and doing everything I possibly can to gain that extra advantage over him. I want Jimmy to be at his best, I want him to bring everything he’s got. Because when I beat Jimmy, and I will beat him. I want no excuses from him. Sunday Night, the better man will win and walk out the champion.
Believe it or not, James days as champion are numbered. James went from being unstoppable in the ring, to barely getting past Rico two weeks ago, and if things keep going the way they are, James isn’t getting past me. James career is on a downward spiral. James wants to be funny, yet, tries to be serious when he trash talks me and spreads lies. Come on, seriously, how are we suppose to take a man like James serious? He talks a big game, but if anyone believes a word he say’s, then your just as stupid as Branden Harvey’s jokes. I don’t play that game, I’m above that. I have more class than to verbally assault someone. This isn’t high school, this is the wrestling business.
James can say all the things he wants, about hating me, saying I don’t have talent, even saying that if I died no one would care, because I don‘t care. James can talk the talk, but can he walk the walk? I stand by with what I said, He stole the victory from me at Massacre on 34th Street. He got lucky. James needs to realize, Hating me, doesn’t make him better than me. Jason Royce hated me and look where that’s got him.
Listening to what James has said about me, I can tell he’s nervous and scared. For the first time, I can see that James Chambers has no confidence in himself. For the first time, I can see that James Chambers knows deep down even though he won’t admit it that Chris Cyrus is the real deal and he’s come to play. All the anger in his voice, all the threats, it’s a typical coward. Taking the attention off his lack of confidence and putting it on arrogance. That doesn’t scare me. The fact that he wants me to leave on a stretcher doesn’t bother. Because right now, James emotions are running wilds. He’s not focused, he’s all over the place, throwing out every insult he can think of. And you know what, that’s my advantage. Because fighting with emotion against someone you underestimate, will result in error, after error after error until the biggest error happens and I become the new champion. James needs to realize, he has a huge target on his back and that this isn’t the James Chambers show. I joined IWC to be the Insane Champion and by god, I will be the IWC Insane Champion.
Another thing James needs to realize. I didn’t bring Ebon in so Ebon could beat him. I knew when I found Ebon that Ebon never beat James. I brought Ebon in to play mind games with James. To try and hurt James. To take James attention off of me while I prepare myself against him. It was never Ebon’s job to beat James, it was and always has been from day one, My job to beat James. And that’s all there is to it.
Since Massacre on 34th Street. I’ve been replaying our match ever since. Figuring out where I went wrong and what I can do to make sure history doesn’t repeat it self. I’ve busted my ass for too damn long and too damn hard to lose now. I am so close to that championship that I can taste it, and I’m liking the taste of it.
I really hope that the rumor’s about James aren’t true, I really hope a 60 year old Kung Fu Master didn’t whoop his ass. Because It would be a shame for Jimmy, if that’s the legacy he leaves behind. You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet, but one thing that you can believe, and that’s every single word that I’ve written here. Tomorrow night is my ultimate test. My question will finally be answered, can I hang with the big boys. Am I destined to win the Heavyweight Title, or do I drop to midcard status for the rest of my life. This is my chance, my opportunity and its My time. At Blood Sweat and Broken Teeth, I have no other option, I have to win…no… I NEED to win. For years I’m been preaching that I’m Simply Awesome. Tomorrow night, I prove it. And while I prove it, Jimmy Chambers…. I will be sending his black ass STRAIGHT…TO…HELL!
With that, Chris postes his Blog and closes his laptop as the scene fades to black.
“Push It”
Say’s the muscular man and he stands over Chris Cyrus inside of a gym as Chris lays on a bench and doing bench presses with the weight bar.
“Come on, One more. don’t give up on me now”
Chris clinches his teeth together and goes for one more push. His face is turning red as sweat accumulated on his forehead.
“Almost, Push it”
And Chris makes it. The Training grabs the weight bar and puts it on its hooks and Chris drops his arms. Chris lays on the bench for a few seconds, catching his breath and giving his arms a break.
“Fifty reps of three hundred pounds, not bad.”
Chris sits up and grabs a near by towel and wipes the sweat off from his arms and face. He then grabs a bottle of water, unscrewing the cover and gulps down about two cups worth of water that’s left in the bottle
“I want to thank you again Troy for helping me train. I need to be in the best shape that I can for this Sunday.”
“I’m glad I can help. When you win your match, just remember who helped you get there.”
“Ha Ha, don’t worry. I won’t forget.”
“I think this is enough for today. Go home, get some rest. You’ve done all you can do. All you can do now is put your faith in god and let him do the rest”
Chris nods his head as Troy walks by him, slapping him on the back before walking off. Chris sits on the weight bench still and begins to think to himself. And then he remembers something. He grabs his gym bag and digs around and pulls out his phone. He dials a number and puts the phone up to his ear and waits. A voice comes on
“You’ve reached the voice mail of “Ellie”. Please leave a message.”
“Hey Ellie. Its Christopher. Was just calling to see how your doing. We’ve haven’t talked in a while and just wanted to make sure you we’re doing good. I’m hearing through the grapevines that you and Biggs are having some problems with your marriage. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here for ya. Just because your back with Biggs, I don’t want you to think that we can’t be friends, just because Biggs and I can’t stand one another. So keep your head up kid, everything will work out for the best. Anyways, you got my number, if you ever want to talk or hang out, you know how to reach me.”
Chris hangs up the phone and tosses it back into his bag.
Just then, a women who happens to be next to Chris, running on a treadmill, over hears the message he left Ellie
“You alright?”
“Yah, I’m fine”
“Sounds like that girl is with the wrong person”
“What? No, its not like that. She’s just a friend”
“Listen hun. Coming from a woman, I’ve seen this before. You care for that girl and you have feeling for her.”
“Ellie and I are just friends. We’ve traveled the road together with her husband. We almost had a fling, but that’s it. It was best to say friends, nothing more”
“Whatever you say hun. But its not everyday you see a man call a female friend after working out and leave that kind message.”
The women walks off leaving Chris alone
“Maybe its time to just move on instead of hanging on to that one last hope of the Axis getting back together. Maybe its time to finally put an end to that chapter in my life and start a new chapter for myself.”
With that, Chris grabs his gym bag and leaves the gym.
****
Its Saturday night somewhere in Long Island. A skummy looking motel is seen. The big neon sign outside as the lights in the M and T burnt out so the sign only reads “_O_LE.” The scene then fades inside one of the room. All you see is a bed, a desk ready to fall apart and off to the side is a bathroom. The walks are painted white, but looks as it was painted 20 years ago. Stains are on the wall, and what looks to be blood spots in a few places. Also cockroaches are running on the floor. In the hotel room, sitting on the bed, writing on his laptop is Chris Cyrus. He’s finally hit rock bottom…Or has he?
Chris opens up Facebook and goes into the “blog” application. He starts a new blog and begins to write.
As I sit here in a scummy motel room in the middle of no where long island, I can’t help but think about tomorrow night. Blood Sweat and Broken Teeth. I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever for this. James Chambers Verses Chris Cyrus.
I drove in from my town in Las Vegas. And while on the road, I stopped in at a truck stop resturant for a bite to eat. While sitting at the bar counter enjoying my Cheese Burger, I engaged into a conversation with a wrestling fan, who just happened to be going to Long Island to see Blood, Sweat and Broken Teeth. As we talk about the wrestling business, APW and IWC. The subject of James Chambers came up. We discussed how tough of a wrestler he is. How his Muy Thai style is the key for Chambers advantage in matches. And then I learned about a rumor that is going around. The rumor that James Chambers way of training is getting his ass handed to him by a 60 year old Kung Fu Master.
Now let me gets their straight. James Chambers, he’s 6’4, 240 pounds. He’s the IWC Insane Champion, and he gets his ass kicked by a 60 year old, Kung Fu Master. And not only did he get his ass kicked, but the Kung Fu Master gave him an atomic wedgie. Now, everything you read on the internet, you shouldn’t believe, but in this case, if this really happened, then how the hell does James Chambers expect to beat me if he can’t beat a 60 year old man. I’m 6’2, 240 pounds, I’m younger, faster, and I sure as hell know that no 60 year old Kung Fu Master would kick my ass.
I ask you IWC Faithful, is this the kind of man you want representing a company. Is this the man you want as the face of IWC. James Chambers makes Jason Royce look like a credible champion, but IT IS WHAT IT IS I guess. IWC Faithful, I will tell you the kind of champion you people deserve. A man with integrity. A man that everyone can be proud of. A man who can bring IWC to new heights. And that man is me, Chris Cyrus. The man who is the greatest APW Xtreme Champion of all time, but you already knew that.
As I finished my meal at that truck stop restaurant, and the wrestling fan and I went our separate ways, I couldn’t help but think that a year ago, I was in the best wrestling company in the world. And now, I’m back to paying my dues. You don’t really know what you got till its gone, but paying my dues again, has made me respect this business much more. I went from traveling in first class and riding in limo’s to eating Tuna from a can while sleeping in a cockroach invested motel room. Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, you look at the bigger picture. And for me, that bigger picture is to one day get back to APW. And to do that, is make an impact in IWC, giving President Jeff no choice but to hire me back. And to do that, I have to win that Insane Heavyweight Championship
And you know how I’m going to do that, by taking this match very seriously. While Jimmy is sleeping through my promo’s, I’m listening to every single word he says. While Jimmy is sitting at his C.R.A.P enterprise office in his underwear, while eating cheetos and watching porn, I’m at the gym, training and doing everything I possibly can to gain that extra advantage over him. I want Jimmy to be at his best, I want him to bring everything he’s got. Because when I beat Jimmy, and I will beat him. I want no excuses from him. Sunday Night, the better man will win and walk out the champion.
Believe it or not, James days as champion are numbered. James went from being unstoppable in the ring, to barely getting past Rico two weeks ago, and if things keep going the way they are, James isn’t getting past me. James career is on a downward spiral. James wants to be funny, yet, tries to be serious when he trash talks me and spreads lies. Come on, seriously, how are we suppose to take a man like James serious? He talks a big game, but if anyone believes a word he say’s, then your just as stupid as Branden Harvey’s jokes. I don’t play that game, I’m above that. I have more class than to verbally assault someone. This isn’t high school, this is the wrestling business.
James can say all the things he wants, about hating me, saying I don’t have talent, even saying that if I died no one would care, because I don‘t care. James can talk the talk, but can he walk the walk? I stand by with what I said, He stole the victory from me at Massacre on 34th Street. He got lucky. James needs to realize, Hating me, doesn’t make him better than me. Jason Royce hated me and look where that’s got him.
Listening to what James has said about me, I can tell he’s nervous and scared. For the first time, I can see that James Chambers has no confidence in himself. For the first time, I can see that James Chambers knows deep down even though he won’t admit it that Chris Cyrus is the real deal and he’s come to play. All the anger in his voice, all the threats, it’s a typical coward. Taking the attention off his lack of confidence and putting it on arrogance. That doesn’t scare me. The fact that he wants me to leave on a stretcher doesn’t bother. Because right now, James emotions are running wilds. He’s not focused, he’s all over the place, throwing out every insult he can think of. And you know what, that’s my advantage. Because fighting with emotion against someone you underestimate, will result in error, after error after error until the biggest error happens and I become the new champion. James needs to realize, he has a huge target on his back and that this isn’t the James Chambers show. I joined IWC to be the Insane Champion and by god, I will be the IWC Insane Champion.
Another thing James needs to realize. I didn’t bring Ebon in so Ebon could beat him. I knew when I found Ebon that Ebon never beat James. I brought Ebon in to play mind games with James. To try and hurt James. To take James attention off of me while I prepare myself against him. It was never Ebon’s job to beat James, it was and always has been from day one, My job to beat James. And that’s all there is to it.
Since Massacre on 34th Street. I’ve been replaying our match ever since. Figuring out where I went wrong and what I can do to make sure history doesn’t repeat it self. I’ve busted my ass for too damn long and too damn hard to lose now. I am so close to that championship that I can taste it, and I’m liking the taste of it.
I really hope that the rumor’s about James aren’t true, I really hope a 60 year old Kung Fu Master didn’t whoop his ass. Because It would be a shame for Jimmy, if that’s the legacy he leaves behind. You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet, but one thing that you can believe, and that’s every single word that I’ve written here. Tomorrow night is my ultimate test. My question will finally be answered, can I hang with the big boys. Am I destined to win the Heavyweight Title, or do I drop to midcard status for the rest of my life. This is my chance, my opportunity and its My time. At Blood Sweat and Broken Teeth, I have no other option, I have to win…no… I NEED to win. For years I’m been preaching that I’m Simply Awesome. Tomorrow night, I prove it. And while I prove it, Jimmy Chambers…. I will be sending his black ass STRAIGHT…TO…HELL!
With that, Chris postes his Blog and closes his laptop as the scene fades to black.
