Post by themorbidwolf on Aug 13, 2024 11:18:31 GMT -5
(Slumming at McDonalds with Scotty Thorne wasn't the known standard for J Mont. Neither was taking the word over his "new" tag partner. Fine dining was something that J Mont was known for. But when we take a deeper look at who Scotty Thorne was projecting himself to be. It all makes sense. Complete sense. I knew better than anybody. J Mont, and I had a long, sordid history spanning many chapters. No doubt there would be many more one day in the future. I digress. The point of this random thought is not to honor J Mont. We were here for his tag partner. If he wants to pull double duty I'm going to make it very hard for him to decide this was the path to go. Our match is anything goes. I seriously doubt I'd allow my hands to be tied. Even for the tag straps.)
8:34 PM Central time
Memphis International Airport
(I sat there in the chair at my gate waiting to see the signal to board. I wake up rather violently looking around to see who touched me. I sit up looking around, but nobody is there. But finally I'm allowed to board, and its a medium sized crowd. I find my seat sitting down. Per the usual instructions I lean back drifting off into a deep sleep.)
I walk into an asylum with many wonderful things lying around that would trigger specific memories. Broken down wheel chairs. crutches, and other things that are not specific enough to get to the really juicy parts. I notice the paint is peeling off of the walls, and a new sensation arrives. I stumble backwards as the darkness rushes in around me. That sense of clarity that we all feel. I'm on my knees as my head is spinning, but then everything stops. The void slowly peels itself back.
(I immediately wake up, and look around. I'm still on the plane. Everything is good. One of the flight attendants stops by asking me if I need anything. I say no, and then feel my heavy eyes closing again.)
When I wake up again its like I'm in a studio with a white screen. Except there are weapons every where. Blood spatter, all around, and a new sense. Wonder, and dread at the same time. Yet, I'm very at peace here. This, I believe was a sign about my life after the business. But just exactly what. Guess for yourself. I was heading to an anything goes falls count any where match. It wasn't what I was envisioning but it was still perfect.
I awake again, and this time I'm thinking it was a short flight, but no. Still another hour, before I arrive to my connecting flight. That would give me some time to wake up, and then attend to the very important business at hand.
(The EPW lost one of its own. Although, I didn't know the person in question; it wasn't going to stop me from honoring their memory in the best possible way I knew.)
(Dr Pepper, and a ham sandwich. Well, it wasn't much of a sandwich, but at least it was something. Until I could search the restaurants of the next town. It's funny when you think about how word of mouth carries. In my limited research I thought I'd take a look at Mr. Thornes previous promo. Now it's been a long while since I destructed a promo. Especially one with a man who carries himself so highly. Well, let's go back into the past because we're going to deconstruct the Scotty Thorne presentation. Striking first often his its own disadvantage. Especially when you're well known like me, and also hated like me. Regardless, I was just going to jump down this rabbit hole once more. Steal the show, because we all ready know that J Mont, and Scotty aren't going to do it. Pulling out a laptop from over head I looked up Mr. Thorne, and began.)
"When I see your promo for Revival I can see why J Mont picked you as a tag partner Scott. You're the perfect pasty for a JKO, and when it happens you'll wonder why you didn't see it. But, you're above taking advice from me because you believe I'm a bottom feeder. But, now we're going to see who deserves that briefcase because it sure as shit isn't you. But, life doesn't give us a rewind button so we're here now, and that's what counts. When I think about your little opening. "Eyes have been watching me" I'm not threatened. "Eyes have been watching me" for a long time. There's literally no intrigue at all Scott. None. I have a feeling it doesn't get better from there either."
"When you're trying to hook somebody the only thing you know how to do is fail. And, fail horribly. My life has been hell Scotty. I've literally been the only one to protect my brother since he was a year old. I've persevered though everything imaginable for over thirty years. I'm still suffering Scott. I know what the word is like better than anybody. In this Falls Count Anywhere match I'm going to take it all out on you. You will be my catalyst for peace. It's only a limited peace because I don't have time to rest."
(The plane stops, and I go through the motions to get to the connecting flight. Which will be another two hours before I get to the arena to personally thank Britt for this match.)
"Now Scott, you make a pretty interesting claim regarding being a social outcast. That is that you wouldn't hesitate to spit on their grave. Well who the hell knows what people have been doing to my grave? Cursing it, pissing, and shitting every where. The point is I don't have time to question other people. I have a life to live like everybody else. You're not a social outcast though. We'll come back to the reason why later. Also I have a gift for you. Something I no longer need. I'll be passing it along to you.
"Scotty vs the World"
"It's a good thing we're here at this final chapter too because whatever I tell people they'll be forced to believe it. You wrote me off but you're about to realize what a mistake that was."
(I sit at the bar looking over the menu. I decide on a glass of ice water, sweet tea, and a burger before I head to the next gate.)
"I've forgotten about forgiving my father. My father also abused his family. You're not alone in this word, but you don't sell it very well. I thought revisiting your little Revival promo would trigger me Scott. A related trauma if you will, and it doesn't. I know the reason why too. Poor Scotty, he came from a broken home. Bullshit! Had I given that sob story a very different result would have happened. You didn't go to the extent I did. You don't know what it was like for me coming up. You'll never understand. That's what sets us apart. That's why I'll always be more of a social outcast than you could ever hope to be, or to project. My interests are peaked, but just a little.)
9:36 AM. Gate 15
(I finished all the things you need to do at the airport. Closed my laptop momentarily before boarding onto the next plane. Then I opened it up continuing my little deep dive.)
"Have you actually heard yourself speak Scotty? I mean actually listen to yourself? You weren't descended from any gods. That's just the trauma manifesting itself. We don't understand when we're going through it all. After some therapy, you eventually understand what your defense mechanisms look like. For you they're isolate while being a fucking poser! You're not a part of my pack Scott, but you should know I stand out from the rest. I purposely live my life as an outcast. I actually separate myself from everything. You can't be genuine if you're here to just blow smoke. Believe me when I tell you Scott. Nothing about you is genuine. The difference between you and I Scott is I'm real. While you just play a role. Are you ready Scott? Are you ready to threaten me with leaving EPW again? I just work here hombre! I don't want your shitty tech job. I'm a pro wrestler. I'm THE pro wrestler in these parts. You can concentrate on that day job while I'm out here making my reputation known, and add championships to my ever growing total. Now that we've established your a fucking poser it'll make things easier going forward."
(I close my laptop and now its time to be serious. Having fun at Scott's expense while only finding relatable content was surprising, and a little weird. However we needed to put that aside.)
"Anything goes, falls count any where. I can see your eyes are not fixed where they should be Scott. It will make my triumph even greater because even though I don't have that briefcase. The whole world is going to see me walk into that match. Make short work of you, and then leave. I hope you it would only be you, but since you're dragging around J Mont's johnson now I should expect a little company. These matches always bring out the best, and the worst in professional wrestling. You have the opportunity to prove something to me. That you're not a poser. Playing pretend is not apart of your past time. All I've seen is you're a hot head. That means you're easily distracted. I'll use that to my advantage. Regardless of whether you decide to show up for yourself. Or whether you decide to show the world you can't beat me all by your little lonesome. I'm just taking that approach all ready. You know it, and I know it."
"J Mont's tag partner. Who would have thunk it? I think the answer to that is absolutely everybody. You don't. That's the hilarity of it all Scott. I never figured you for somebody who needed his back watched. You've proven me absolutely right. Regardless of what happens in this match I agreed that we'd go our separate ways. Unless my path puts me on a direct line to yours again. We'll have to see what you decide with that briefcase. But the focus for me is you. You can bring your whiny baby shit again. I'm sure there's a few people who will continually feel sorry for you. I'm not one of them. Never will be. Now that we know you're a poser. Let's look at all of the obvious signs. Just for fun. The last thing I'd want is for J Mont to come unglued because you're not constantly at his side. Actually, I don't give a fuck!"
"You have the long stringing hair. Looks like it has a perm. At least you wash it, and it doesn't look like a rats nest. That's it. You're in the same clothes you had on, a month ago. Go find yourself a coin op and wash those damn rags. Most of us come into this business on a low note. But once we establish ourselves the lows eventually becomes high."
"Not you though. It's pretend time for you on the greastest high. But what happens when you start to sink. You haven't built up the foundation to recover, and bounce back in the EPW. What's worse is your revealed that you were "new" to the business. That's what we refer to as a rookie mistake. You never want to reveal anything to the people in this business. Not all of them but usually most are looking to knock you to the bottom, and keep you there. The fact that this hasn't even entered your pea brain is beyond ridiculous."
"That's how I know you're a fucking poser! Nobody would vouch that you're not. Why would they? You make your own rules. Remember. You do what you want when you want. Only this time its going to cost you. It's going to bite back. You can choose to spend your time with whoever you want. Doing whatever it is that you want. I'm not surprised at all you'd pull this. I sensed the sarcasm in your voice when you mentioned you were shaking in your boots. Now I think you were on point. You are shaking in your boots, and I'm loving it."
(I stretched also yawning. Who knew the fun work was actual work. I did, and being in a confined space wasn't helping. I still had roughly forty minutes on this plane so I was determined to make the most of it.)
"Scotty, we've almost come to our end. I'd like to say it's be worth it, but the rest of the world knows it wasn't. You were trying to escape a broken home only for your parents to stay together. Mine divorced. My real life family dynamic is a lot more tragic than what you tried to pass off to the EPW. I'm sure it would make a good Lifetime Movie special. You could make all the low grade talk shows about. When it comes here to the EPW it just doesn't cut it. You don't cut it. You're not a social outcast, descended from demigods, or from a broken home. No, you're in fact a poser. A try hard. All of these terms should be familiar to you while you try to empower yourself. I'm here to knock your ass back down. I've heard a lot of lies before but you're pretty fluid. You could never pass a background test. Which makes me wonder how you even got the job here? An obvious poser in our ranks. You can no longer make your statement about being a social outcast. I did come up with a little something for you since you mentioned graves.
"Here lies the plot of Scotty Thorne. I pissed on it all night until the early morn'"
I hope you enjoy it. It really does fit. Especially since you'd rather prepare for one match and not the other. I know J Mont probably told you not to worry. That everything would work itself out. What's one match when you'd have the tag belts right? In the grand scheme of things that our match didn't matter right? It's the same never ending story I've faced. But, I am happy we were able to clear things up. When you see this you can be depressed. You can continue to make excuses for why you lost. You can tell me whatever you want. But, in the end after I beat you. The whole world will know that I'm better than you, and I always have been. I think that would eat you alive every day. I came out of no where, and I ultimately got what I wanted. While you. Well you're slumming it at McDonalds. I think that speaks for itself. Scott my time is now nearing its end."
"What we did learn was that your a poser with no originality in their bones. You can't be a social outcast because you agreed to be J Mont's tag partner. A social outcast acts more like Danger. Where their whole identity revolves around what's most comfortable for familiar. While McDonalds certainly shows you're white trash. It doesn't scream social outcast. In fact it actually screams yuppie. This has been really enlightening Scott. Learning is fun don't you agree? Probably not, because its fun for everybody but you. Scott, its been really fun destructing you from the ground up. All it took was a few shots to lure you in. What's left to say about this poser who infiltrated our ranks?"
"Scott, you can hide in that broom closet all you'd like. Janitor seems like a more appropriate job for you. You have to come out eventually. You can't whine about your family any more. J Mont wouldn't be seen with the likes of you then. He, and I have a very contentious relationship too. Go on, and ask him about our last meeting. If he can remember that far back. Scott, I can't say its been nice because it hasn't. But as we go forward I want you to remember that I fucking hate you, and I wish nothing but the worst for you going forward. You were nothing but a disappointment to me which I'm sure is a sentiment your mom and dad share. Even to this day with the saggy skin dropping off of both of their faces. If you didn't want to show up before, you probably do now. I don't think you see it as priority. Which works perfect for me. I'll have a short night. An easy pay day. Then after you've been beaten like that bitch that you are I can go back to my hotel, and fuck my fiance' all night. Truly a great end to danger. That reminds me. I almost forgot the token I have to give back to you."
(I reach in my pocket slipping out a coin. Looking at it I laugh but it really is appropriate for Scott, and I. Also for the feeling of this match.)
"I've got to be honest again here. I don't have a friend that works at this mint but I bought, and saved this for you. I think it sets the tone for us, and the rest of the EPW. It states what we all ready knew. So from what bastard to the next here we go."
(I, then flick the coin at him as goes up in the air, and we see what it is. I then laugh as I get ready to land, and arrive in the destination for Danger. It has really been my pleasure to expose Scott Thorne. We then fade out.)
8:34 PM Central time
Memphis International Airport
(I sat there in the chair at my gate waiting to see the signal to board. I wake up rather violently looking around to see who touched me. I sit up looking around, but nobody is there. But finally I'm allowed to board, and its a medium sized crowd. I find my seat sitting down. Per the usual instructions I lean back drifting off into a deep sleep.)
I walk into an asylum with many wonderful things lying around that would trigger specific memories. Broken down wheel chairs. crutches, and other things that are not specific enough to get to the really juicy parts. I notice the paint is peeling off of the walls, and a new sensation arrives. I stumble backwards as the darkness rushes in around me. That sense of clarity that we all feel. I'm on my knees as my head is spinning, but then everything stops. The void slowly peels itself back.
(I immediately wake up, and look around. I'm still on the plane. Everything is good. One of the flight attendants stops by asking me if I need anything. I say no, and then feel my heavy eyes closing again.)
When I wake up again its like I'm in a studio with a white screen. Except there are weapons every where. Blood spatter, all around, and a new sense. Wonder, and dread at the same time. Yet, I'm very at peace here. This, I believe was a sign about my life after the business. But just exactly what. Guess for yourself. I was heading to an anything goes falls count any where match. It wasn't what I was envisioning but it was still perfect.
I awake again, and this time I'm thinking it was a short flight, but no. Still another hour, before I arrive to my connecting flight. That would give me some time to wake up, and then attend to the very important business at hand.
(The EPW lost one of its own. Although, I didn't know the person in question; it wasn't going to stop me from honoring their memory in the best possible way I knew.)
(Dr Pepper, and a ham sandwich. Well, it wasn't much of a sandwich, but at least it was something. Until I could search the restaurants of the next town. It's funny when you think about how word of mouth carries. In my limited research I thought I'd take a look at Mr. Thornes previous promo. Now it's been a long while since I destructed a promo. Especially one with a man who carries himself so highly. Well, let's go back into the past because we're going to deconstruct the Scotty Thorne presentation. Striking first often his its own disadvantage. Especially when you're well known like me, and also hated like me. Regardless, I was just going to jump down this rabbit hole once more. Steal the show, because we all ready know that J Mont, and Scotty aren't going to do it. Pulling out a laptop from over head I looked up Mr. Thorne, and began.)
"When I see your promo for Revival I can see why J Mont picked you as a tag partner Scott. You're the perfect pasty for a JKO, and when it happens you'll wonder why you didn't see it. But, you're above taking advice from me because you believe I'm a bottom feeder. But, now we're going to see who deserves that briefcase because it sure as shit isn't you. But, life doesn't give us a rewind button so we're here now, and that's what counts. When I think about your little opening. "Eyes have been watching me" I'm not threatened. "Eyes have been watching me" for a long time. There's literally no intrigue at all Scott. None. I have a feeling it doesn't get better from there either."
"When you're trying to hook somebody the only thing you know how to do is fail. And, fail horribly. My life has been hell Scotty. I've literally been the only one to protect my brother since he was a year old. I've persevered though everything imaginable for over thirty years. I'm still suffering Scott. I know what the word is like better than anybody. In this Falls Count Anywhere match I'm going to take it all out on you. You will be my catalyst for peace. It's only a limited peace because I don't have time to rest."
(The plane stops, and I go through the motions to get to the connecting flight. Which will be another two hours before I get to the arena to personally thank Britt for this match.)
"Now Scott, you make a pretty interesting claim regarding being a social outcast. That is that you wouldn't hesitate to spit on their grave. Well who the hell knows what people have been doing to my grave? Cursing it, pissing, and shitting every where. The point is I don't have time to question other people. I have a life to live like everybody else. You're not a social outcast though. We'll come back to the reason why later. Also I have a gift for you. Something I no longer need. I'll be passing it along to you.
"Scotty vs the World"
"It's a good thing we're here at this final chapter too because whatever I tell people they'll be forced to believe it. You wrote me off but you're about to realize what a mistake that was."
(I sit at the bar looking over the menu. I decide on a glass of ice water, sweet tea, and a burger before I head to the next gate.)
"I've forgotten about forgiving my father. My father also abused his family. You're not alone in this word, but you don't sell it very well. I thought revisiting your little Revival promo would trigger me Scott. A related trauma if you will, and it doesn't. I know the reason why too. Poor Scotty, he came from a broken home. Bullshit! Had I given that sob story a very different result would have happened. You didn't go to the extent I did. You don't know what it was like for me coming up. You'll never understand. That's what sets us apart. That's why I'll always be more of a social outcast than you could ever hope to be, or to project. My interests are peaked, but just a little.)
9:36 AM. Gate 15
(I finished all the things you need to do at the airport. Closed my laptop momentarily before boarding onto the next plane. Then I opened it up continuing my little deep dive.)
"Have you actually heard yourself speak Scotty? I mean actually listen to yourself? You weren't descended from any gods. That's just the trauma manifesting itself. We don't understand when we're going through it all. After some therapy, you eventually understand what your defense mechanisms look like. For you they're isolate while being a fucking poser! You're not a part of my pack Scott, but you should know I stand out from the rest. I purposely live my life as an outcast. I actually separate myself from everything. You can't be genuine if you're here to just blow smoke. Believe me when I tell you Scott. Nothing about you is genuine. The difference between you and I Scott is I'm real. While you just play a role. Are you ready Scott? Are you ready to threaten me with leaving EPW again? I just work here hombre! I don't want your shitty tech job. I'm a pro wrestler. I'm THE pro wrestler in these parts. You can concentrate on that day job while I'm out here making my reputation known, and add championships to my ever growing total. Now that we've established your a fucking poser it'll make things easier going forward."
(I close my laptop and now its time to be serious. Having fun at Scott's expense while only finding relatable content was surprising, and a little weird. However we needed to put that aside.)
"Anything goes, falls count any where. I can see your eyes are not fixed where they should be Scott. It will make my triumph even greater because even though I don't have that briefcase. The whole world is going to see me walk into that match. Make short work of you, and then leave. I hope you it would only be you, but since you're dragging around J Mont's johnson now I should expect a little company. These matches always bring out the best, and the worst in professional wrestling. You have the opportunity to prove something to me. That you're not a poser. Playing pretend is not apart of your past time. All I've seen is you're a hot head. That means you're easily distracted. I'll use that to my advantage. Regardless of whether you decide to show up for yourself. Or whether you decide to show the world you can't beat me all by your little lonesome. I'm just taking that approach all ready. You know it, and I know it."
"J Mont's tag partner. Who would have thunk it? I think the answer to that is absolutely everybody. You don't. That's the hilarity of it all Scott. I never figured you for somebody who needed his back watched. You've proven me absolutely right. Regardless of what happens in this match I agreed that we'd go our separate ways. Unless my path puts me on a direct line to yours again. We'll have to see what you decide with that briefcase. But the focus for me is you. You can bring your whiny baby shit again. I'm sure there's a few people who will continually feel sorry for you. I'm not one of them. Never will be. Now that we know you're a poser. Let's look at all of the obvious signs. Just for fun. The last thing I'd want is for J Mont to come unglued because you're not constantly at his side. Actually, I don't give a fuck!"
"You have the long stringing hair. Looks like it has a perm. At least you wash it, and it doesn't look like a rats nest. That's it. You're in the same clothes you had on, a month ago. Go find yourself a coin op and wash those damn rags. Most of us come into this business on a low note. But once we establish ourselves the lows eventually becomes high."
"Not you though. It's pretend time for you on the greastest high. But what happens when you start to sink. You haven't built up the foundation to recover, and bounce back in the EPW. What's worse is your revealed that you were "new" to the business. That's what we refer to as a rookie mistake. You never want to reveal anything to the people in this business. Not all of them but usually most are looking to knock you to the bottom, and keep you there. The fact that this hasn't even entered your pea brain is beyond ridiculous."
"That's how I know you're a fucking poser! Nobody would vouch that you're not. Why would they? You make your own rules. Remember. You do what you want when you want. Only this time its going to cost you. It's going to bite back. You can choose to spend your time with whoever you want. Doing whatever it is that you want. I'm not surprised at all you'd pull this. I sensed the sarcasm in your voice when you mentioned you were shaking in your boots. Now I think you were on point. You are shaking in your boots, and I'm loving it."
(I stretched also yawning. Who knew the fun work was actual work. I did, and being in a confined space wasn't helping. I still had roughly forty minutes on this plane so I was determined to make the most of it.)
"Scotty, we've almost come to our end. I'd like to say it's be worth it, but the rest of the world knows it wasn't. You were trying to escape a broken home only for your parents to stay together. Mine divorced. My real life family dynamic is a lot more tragic than what you tried to pass off to the EPW. I'm sure it would make a good Lifetime Movie special. You could make all the low grade talk shows about. When it comes here to the EPW it just doesn't cut it. You don't cut it. You're not a social outcast, descended from demigods, or from a broken home. No, you're in fact a poser. A try hard. All of these terms should be familiar to you while you try to empower yourself. I'm here to knock your ass back down. I've heard a lot of lies before but you're pretty fluid. You could never pass a background test. Which makes me wonder how you even got the job here? An obvious poser in our ranks. You can no longer make your statement about being a social outcast. I did come up with a little something for you since you mentioned graves.
"Here lies the plot of Scotty Thorne. I pissed on it all night until the early morn'"
I hope you enjoy it. It really does fit. Especially since you'd rather prepare for one match and not the other. I know J Mont probably told you not to worry. That everything would work itself out. What's one match when you'd have the tag belts right? In the grand scheme of things that our match didn't matter right? It's the same never ending story I've faced. But, I am happy we were able to clear things up. When you see this you can be depressed. You can continue to make excuses for why you lost. You can tell me whatever you want. But, in the end after I beat you. The whole world will know that I'm better than you, and I always have been. I think that would eat you alive every day. I came out of no where, and I ultimately got what I wanted. While you. Well you're slumming it at McDonalds. I think that speaks for itself. Scott my time is now nearing its end."
"What we did learn was that your a poser with no originality in their bones. You can't be a social outcast because you agreed to be J Mont's tag partner. A social outcast acts more like Danger. Where their whole identity revolves around what's most comfortable for familiar. While McDonalds certainly shows you're white trash. It doesn't scream social outcast. In fact it actually screams yuppie. This has been really enlightening Scott. Learning is fun don't you agree? Probably not, because its fun for everybody but you. Scott, its been really fun destructing you from the ground up. All it took was a few shots to lure you in. What's left to say about this poser who infiltrated our ranks?"
"Scott, you can hide in that broom closet all you'd like. Janitor seems like a more appropriate job for you. You have to come out eventually. You can't whine about your family any more. J Mont wouldn't be seen with the likes of you then. He, and I have a very contentious relationship too. Go on, and ask him about our last meeting. If he can remember that far back. Scott, I can't say its been nice because it hasn't. But as we go forward I want you to remember that I fucking hate you, and I wish nothing but the worst for you going forward. You were nothing but a disappointment to me which I'm sure is a sentiment your mom and dad share. Even to this day with the saggy skin dropping off of both of their faces. If you didn't want to show up before, you probably do now. I don't think you see it as priority. Which works perfect for me. I'll have a short night. An easy pay day. Then after you've been beaten like that bitch that you are I can go back to my hotel, and fuck my fiance' all night. Truly a great end to danger. That reminds me. I almost forgot the token I have to give back to you."
(I reach in my pocket slipping out a coin. Looking at it I laugh but it really is appropriate for Scott, and I. Also for the feeling of this match.)
"I've got to be honest again here. I don't have a friend that works at this mint but I bought, and saved this for you. I think it sets the tone for us, and the rest of the EPW. It states what we all ready knew. So from what bastard to the next here we go."
(I, then flick the coin at him as goes up in the air, and we see what it is. I then laugh as I get ready to land, and arrive in the destination for Danger. It has really been my pleasure to expose Scott Thorne. We then fade out.)