Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2024 19:28:07 GMT -5
“I don’t know… I just want an explanation of what he has to gain from this. Champion Vs Champion only benefits the guy with the bigger prize and if the only thing he gets for winning is a W… it doesn't make sense.”
My dad.. Always looking for an upside.
“You think maybe they just know it'll draw tickets, Denver is a tough market. Putting champions on the marquee… it makes people look. Draws eyes.” I say, in a bored low tone.
“You're too soft on these management folks…” The classic dad finger wag always pisses me off.
“Well they have pretty much given me everything I've asked for. Paying me more than I'm worth, letting me work every week.”
My pops tosses the horseshoe, the clang of the iron on iron has become music to his ears, not so much mine. Another ringer.
“Please… You're an A + wrestler with the track record to match. You've wrestled for every big company in the last 3 years, you haven't even hit your prime yet and you're acting like a 20 year vet. Cut yourself some slack.”
Another clang, another ringer. Dads on fire.
Dad pumps his fist “Hot damn! I'm cooking today.”
I sigh.
“As upset you are you'll sit drag mom to the couch and watch like you do every other time. You'll still be just as excited.”
“I just don't want you wasting your time with matches that don't benefit you, Clyde’s already World Champ… he doesn't win on you.”
“He wont get one, Britt knows i'm good, she knows i'll take Clyde into extra innings…”
I walk over to the pipe, scooping up the horseshoes.
“... They trust me, trust me enough to give me a title shot my first night back.”
"Because you're good, because they know you'll draw.”
I wink at him.
“Oh… okay I get it.”
“Watch me shock the world dad, I'm an ace in the hole… the trump card… what's another way to say it?”
“A ringer?”
“Bingo.”
Clang
Fade to black
~~~
“This feels like a setup… It feels like they really wanted to make you sweat with this one Clyde. I've grown pretty good at seeing past false bravado. I've done it time after time, but when you talk I believe every word and I don't know if that's because you're telling the truth or because you are very good at making people think you're the shit.”
Easton sits forward into the light and claps his hands. The rattle of handcuff connected to the table echos through the room.
“Your belt is bigger than mine, you are the World's Heavyweight Champion. You are in terms of people's recognition of this company… THE Guy. The World champion is THE Guy. You beat Justin from New York to become the best wrestler in EPW… Then you took a week off. And granted I lost pretty badly but I came to work with my work boots and my work pants. You kinda just got to talk and stare people down and that's no fun, I do seriously hope you are rested for this match because I don't want any john’s when I pin your ass in a packed arena and prove that I'm THE Guy.”
“Let's take a peek at the stakes real quick, Champion VS Champion are always complicated because contrary to what you think your title belt is not in danger, it's not on the line buddy don't trip, but i would be lying if i said I wasn't in fact drooling over that pretty title of yours, this is all for fun. A little bit of practice before Donnie gets a crack at you. I understand my role, I'm falling my way down the pecking order day by day. But if you come into this match thinking in a tuner you are going to end up looking at lights, i'm a nice guy Clyde but in the ring i'm so much more than i let on, I break necks, I make people bleed and cry and WISH… that I was somebody else. King and Dragon are names I go by not just because they sound cool and sell shirts. They are names I have earned by beating some of the best wrestlers in the world. Clyde I am fully aware that this is going to be an uphill climb, but I will consider this a win if by the end of the match you have to take a deep breath and think to yourself “Man… That guy is good.””
Easton throws his hands in the air, the chain locks pulling the left wrist down, jerking the side of his body down.
“I beat you Clyde… and the chances of me getting a shot at your belt go up dramatically, whether you still have it after Donnie gets his hands on you or not.”
“Speaking of Donnie… When I beat you to secure my place as the first ever EPW Anarchy champion I had a tremendous amount of respect for you, and now I hear the way you talk about your situation and I've lost it… I've lost that respect. You are power hungry beyond all intent of the word, you couldn't beat me on an even ground and now your here acting like you could kick two asses that are better than you. You are in a golden situation where you have every opportunity to get in Clydes way and help you chances at capturing a world title. But… But that would ruin my legitimacy, you interfere with this match in any way other than counting to three… I'll ruin your life.”
Easton leans into the camera.
“Be impartial… Or else, these are not empty threats, they are promises Donnie I guarantee you…”
“Clyde Newton… The King of NYC, Christopher Walken would like a word sir and so would I. King of New York is such a powerful title taking an entire city as your own. It's almost as powerful as being the KIng of the North but I digress, You have your Kingdom and I have mine. I will be your greatest challenge, i will challenge you mentally and physically, you will leave March 27 either a better wrestler or a broken man and I have too much respect for you to believe you will ever give up. See you soon Newt.”
Easton looks to his side.
“I want to talk to a lawyer!... Since when is “Being too much of a dawg” a crime?”
My dad.. Always looking for an upside.
“You think maybe they just know it'll draw tickets, Denver is a tough market. Putting champions on the marquee… it makes people look. Draws eyes.” I say, in a bored low tone.
“You're too soft on these management folks…” The classic dad finger wag always pisses me off.
“Well they have pretty much given me everything I've asked for. Paying me more than I'm worth, letting me work every week.”
My pops tosses the horseshoe, the clang of the iron on iron has become music to his ears, not so much mine. Another ringer.
“Please… You're an A + wrestler with the track record to match. You've wrestled for every big company in the last 3 years, you haven't even hit your prime yet and you're acting like a 20 year vet. Cut yourself some slack.”
Another clang, another ringer. Dads on fire.
Dad pumps his fist “Hot damn! I'm cooking today.”
I sigh.
“As upset you are you'll sit drag mom to the couch and watch like you do every other time. You'll still be just as excited.”
“I just don't want you wasting your time with matches that don't benefit you, Clyde’s already World Champ… he doesn't win on you.”
“He wont get one, Britt knows i'm good, she knows i'll take Clyde into extra innings…”
I walk over to the pipe, scooping up the horseshoes.
“... They trust me, trust me enough to give me a title shot my first night back.”
"Because you're good, because they know you'll draw.”
I wink at him.
“Oh… okay I get it.”
“Watch me shock the world dad, I'm an ace in the hole… the trump card… what's another way to say it?”
“A ringer?”
“Bingo.”
Clang
Fade to black
~~~
“This feels like a setup… It feels like they really wanted to make you sweat with this one Clyde. I've grown pretty good at seeing past false bravado. I've done it time after time, but when you talk I believe every word and I don't know if that's because you're telling the truth or because you are very good at making people think you're the shit.”
Easton sits forward into the light and claps his hands. The rattle of handcuff connected to the table echos through the room.
“Your belt is bigger than mine, you are the World's Heavyweight Champion. You are in terms of people's recognition of this company… THE Guy. The World champion is THE Guy. You beat Justin from New York to become the best wrestler in EPW… Then you took a week off. And granted I lost pretty badly but I came to work with my work boots and my work pants. You kinda just got to talk and stare people down and that's no fun, I do seriously hope you are rested for this match because I don't want any john’s when I pin your ass in a packed arena and prove that I'm THE Guy.”
“Let's take a peek at the stakes real quick, Champion VS Champion are always complicated because contrary to what you think your title belt is not in danger, it's not on the line buddy don't trip, but i would be lying if i said I wasn't in fact drooling over that pretty title of yours, this is all for fun. A little bit of practice before Donnie gets a crack at you. I understand my role, I'm falling my way down the pecking order day by day. But if you come into this match thinking in a tuner you are going to end up looking at lights, i'm a nice guy Clyde but in the ring i'm so much more than i let on, I break necks, I make people bleed and cry and WISH… that I was somebody else. King and Dragon are names I go by not just because they sound cool and sell shirts. They are names I have earned by beating some of the best wrestlers in the world. Clyde I am fully aware that this is going to be an uphill climb, but I will consider this a win if by the end of the match you have to take a deep breath and think to yourself “Man… That guy is good.””
Easton throws his hands in the air, the chain locks pulling the left wrist down, jerking the side of his body down.
“I beat you Clyde… and the chances of me getting a shot at your belt go up dramatically, whether you still have it after Donnie gets his hands on you or not.”
“Speaking of Donnie… When I beat you to secure my place as the first ever EPW Anarchy champion I had a tremendous amount of respect for you, and now I hear the way you talk about your situation and I've lost it… I've lost that respect. You are power hungry beyond all intent of the word, you couldn't beat me on an even ground and now your here acting like you could kick two asses that are better than you. You are in a golden situation where you have every opportunity to get in Clydes way and help you chances at capturing a world title. But… But that would ruin my legitimacy, you interfere with this match in any way other than counting to three… I'll ruin your life.”
Easton leans into the camera.
“Be impartial… Or else, these are not empty threats, they are promises Donnie I guarantee you…”
“Clyde Newton… The King of NYC, Christopher Walken would like a word sir and so would I. King of New York is such a powerful title taking an entire city as your own. It's almost as powerful as being the KIng of the North but I digress, You have your Kingdom and I have mine. I will be your greatest challenge, i will challenge you mentally and physically, you will leave March 27 either a better wrestler or a broken man and I have too much respect for you to believe you will ever give up. See you soon Newt.”
Easton looks to his side.
“I want to talk to a lawyer!... Since when is “Being too much of a dawg” a crime?”