Post by Ricky on Jul 29, 2022 0:47:35 GMT -5
The crowd of people, each one adorning one of those Korrupt masks stood tall, sending Apathy into a fit of rage. She fully took her focus off of Ricky, screaming out at the tops of her lungs at them. And that proved to be her downfall. As she was shouting at the group, Ricky was digging deep, pulling forth every last bit of energy he had left in his battered frame. In one last rush, Ricky struck.
Dragging himself back up to his feet, he slipped up behind Apathy. She never saw it coming. Ricky grabbed her up, pulling her up onto his shoulders in that Torture Rack position. From there, he tossed Apathy up and over, letting her crash directly down as he threw his knee up right into her face with that move he called Real Style! He rolled her over and hooked both of her legs. Counting along with the referee, a wave of relief washed over Ricky as the three count echoed throughout that arena.
I'll be damned! The son of a bitch pulled it off!
What a battle that was!
Ricky let the legs of Apathy go before rolling off of her and rising up to a seated position. Getting back to his feet, he was handed the OPW Legacy Championship and instantly he raised it high into the air in celebration.
And now..here we are.
'So..the Cannabis Cup didn't go exactly how I had hoped it would. I made it farther than most, sure, but I still lost. I'm not gonna get hung up on a loss, specially one that didn't hinder me in the slightest. Instead, I'm gonna focus on what's in front of me. And what's in front of me? Kal X Wolf. Now, I'd be lyin if I said I knew a whole hell of alottabit bout ole Kal.
But I've heard things. See, I'm smart enough to be cool with people who've been here alottabit longer than I have. They know things..and they know things bout you. Like when you hadda chance to be a positive influence on this business. What happened then, Kal?
They didn't trust you to be the man in charge. They didn't trust you to call the shots. So, they got someone who could. And it just so happens that they called in one of those more experienced folks that I've linked up with..that I've learned from. They called Michelle Riggs.
Have you even thanked her for that, beeteedubs? Nah, I didn't think so. She saved your ass. If it woulda been left to you, shit woulda hit the fan and got flung all over the fuckin place. It woulda been a disaster. Luckily, Michelle was there to save the day.
Her bein there put you in the position you needed to be in. Hell, you were basically her fuckin assistant. Her fuckin gopher. And things worked out like that. That's where you needed to be. See..I don't know a wholeee hell of alottabit..
But what I do know..is enough to get the job done. What I know..the general consensus is that you're the worst of yours. And I mean, I can def understand what kinda headspace that'd put you in. And I can understand why you'd be lookin for a chance to shut those people up..to prove them wrong. But this ain't that chance. This ain't your chance to show them that age is justa number. This just ain't your chance..period.
It's mine. I've already had ample time to prove that I can, not only hang with but outperform some of the best young talent this business has to offer. See, the difference between me and a wholeeeelottabit of these other young talents? Six months from now..Ima still be here..Ima still be successful.
But now..I have another chance to prove I can hang with the veterans. The grizzled, overly experienced, crotchy ass old fucks. The same kinda fucks who talk down to guys like me. The same kinda ones who tryta make you believe that their way is the only way. Fuck guys like you, Kal.
It's guys like you who piss on everythin you've accomplished before just cause you can't fuckin accept that you're fuckin done. It's time for you to move the fuck on. Spend the rest of your days with the family. I've heard tell bout guys who've pushed it sooo far past the expiration date that they can't even pick up their kids. Shit like it takes them thirty..forty-five minutes to get up outta bed in the mornin. You don't want that, Kal. You wanna be able to enjoy your golden years.
Guys like me? We got this on lock now. You can rest easily knowin that this business..this life is in the best hands possible. See, we got it better than you did when you were comin up. We got more resources. We got better opportunities than y'all did. The shit we got now? Youda never thought it was possible when you started back in the day. Hell, just look what I pulled at the last Showcase. And just what did I do last Showcase?
Last Showcase, I shocked everyone..cept myself, of course..by becomin the new OPW Legacy Champion after pinnin Apathy..one..two..three. I got that momentum behind me. I got that good high goin and I'll be damned if Ima just let you fuckin step in here and tryta play Captain Buzzkill.
Nah..that's not how it's gonna go at all. Instead, Ima do whatever I gotta do to get past you. Beatin you, despite the popular opinion of you, is gonna get that many more eyes on me. And that's not just good for me..it's good for OPW. It's good for..everyone. So really..by beatin you? I'm doin everyyone a favor. Yay me~
Oh, one more tho. It's Ricky, not Rick.
Bitch'
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Things had gotten a lot better since the incident with Bobby. Even still, he couldn't remember what had happened or where he was. Either that or he just didn't want to acknowledge it. Whichever the case, Ricky was just happy that his brother was okay. Thankfully too, cause not really known by many, if any, people at all, Ricky was going through his own thing that he desperately needed to take care of.
Professionally? Things were going great. Minus the occasional hiccup, Ricky couldn't want much more than what he had. Successful runs in each of the four promotions he worked for. Championship gold more often than not, as of late. Opportunities as far as the eye can see. What more could you ask for? A lot more, actually.
See, working for four different promotions is great for exposure and opportunity. It's even better for the pay. But keeping up with all of them really puts a damper on home life. Between the four of them, Ricky had found himself spending less and less time at home. At times, it's fine. Handheld games on the road. Diners and restaurants and bars had more food than he ever could imagine. Plenty of things to do in order to keep himself occupied.
But it took a toll, mentally, on his personal life. He had been home maybe three days in the past month. It was something that weighed heavy on his mind. But instead of dealing with it like a rational human being, Ricky did what a lot of guys do and dealt with it his own way. He smoked. Smoked alottaaabit, at that. Thank god for the Elevated Creations sponsorship, right?
He was good about not smoking like right before a match or anything like that, but his usage had definitely increased substantially. This usually consisted of a few hits off of that pen and just melting on the couch of whatever hotel room in whatever city he was in. This time was no different.
Laying out across that couch, Ricky's eyes were half closed, focused entirely on the ceiling above him. It was like he wasn't even there. For once, not a single thought ran through his head. Just..quiet. And to Ricky? It was paradise. But paradise never lasts. Especially when you're in a room full of people.
It wasn't just Ricky, it was Big Ass Bobby and Alessa Holloway in there as well. For the most part, Bobby and Alessa talked with one another while Ricky was in his own little world. The two people closest to him were clearly worried about him, their discussion reflecting that perfectly.
Big Ass Bobby: 'He's a wreck.'
A soft sigh slipped free from behind the lips of Alessa. Nodding her head, she couldn't help but to agree with what Bobby said.
Alessa Holloway: '..I know. He's either wrestling or comatose.'
The two of them looked over at Ricky. Despite him looking completely at peace, they knew there were problems there, deep unresolved problems. They knew that if he didn't figure out his problems that they were going to eat him alive, body and mind. Without another hesitation about it, Bobby reached over and grabbed hold of Ricky's shoulder.
Big Ass Bobby: '..Ricky.'
Suddenly, Ricky shot up to a seated position causing Bobby to withdraw quickly, being totally taken off guard by the sudden movement. Slowly, Ricky turned his head, looking towards Bobby, a look of confusion growing across his features as his brow lowered.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Do you think I went too fast after Sahara?'
Bobby and Alessa both were dumbfounded at the question, to the point they weren't even able to answer at first. Ricky turned around on that couch, crossing his legs up under him as he sat criss cross applesauce on that couch.
Big Ass Bobby: 'Uhh..'
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Seriously, like..I was sooo fuckin relieved to get outta that situation. And then I just dove right into another one, y'know? And like..it was a great situation. But like..should I have waited? Explored life a lilbit more? I mean, when it's there..it's there..but like..'
Alessa Holloway: 'It's not there a lot.'
Ricky Rodriguez: 'It's not there a lot.'
Big Ass Bobby: 'Could that maybe be because you're always wrestling?'
Ricky scoffed at the idea, shaking his head in utmost disagreement. It looked as if Ricky was shocked that Bobby would even suggest a thing.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Fuck no, I'm killin it out here, Bobby.'
Alessa Holloway: 'But maybe..you're killing it too much?'
Once more, Ricky scoffed at the idea, completely waving it off as he did so. But then he stopped in his tracks. That brow lowering again, the inquisitive look growing across his features. Ricky relaxed back against that couch, thinking about it.
Big Ass Bobby: 'You might not want to think that that's a possibility..but you need to. It definitely is something you need to think about..and I mean really think about it.'
Alessa Holloway: 'Bobby's right. If it's bothering you this much then you're going to need to make a choice.'
The eyes of Ricky shot open, as if he was just physically hit by an epiphany. He jumped up from that couch and went right to his feet. Alessa looked a bit concerned as Bobby shook his head at her.
Big Ass Bobby: 'Let it go.'
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Y'all are right..completely and totally fuckin right. I gotta think bout this. I can't think here and I gotta think bout this.'
Ricky disappeared to one of the bedrooms before quickly coming back, his keys and phone in his hands. Without speaking another word, he headed straight for the door.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'I gotta think.'
And with that, Ricky opened up the door and walked out into the hallway. He didn't know what he was going to do but he knew he had to think..he had to think.
Dragging himself back up to his feet, he slipped up behind Apathy. She never saw it coming. Ricky grabbed her up, pulling her up onto his shoulders in that Torture Rack position. From there, he tossed Apathy up and over, letting her crash directly down as he threw his knee up right into her face with that move he called Real Style! He rolled her over and hooked both of her legs. Counting along with the referee, a wave of relief washed over Ricky as the three count echoed throughout that arena.
I'll be damned! The son of a bitch pulled it off!
What a battle that was!
Ricky let the legs of Apathy go before rolling off of her and rising up to a seated position. Getting back to his feet, he was handed the OPW Legacy Championship and instantly he raised it high into the air in celebration.
And now..here we are.
'So..the Cannabis Cup didn't go exactly how I had hoped it would. I made it farther than most, sure, but I still lost. I'm not gonna get hung up on a loss, specially one that didn't hinder me in the slightest. Instead, I'm gonna focus on what's in front of me. And what's in front of me? Kal X Wolf. Now, I'd be lyin if I said I knew a whole hell of alottabit bout ole Kal.
But I've heard things. See, I'm smart enough to be cool with people who've been here alottabit longer than I have. They know things..and they know things bout you. Like when you hadda chance to be a positive influence on this business. What happened then, Kal?
They didn't trust you to be the man in charge. They didn't trust you to call the shots. So, they got someone who could. And it just so happens that they called in one of those more experienced folks that I've linked up with..that I've learned from. They called Michelle Riggs.
Have you even thanked her for that, beeteedubs? Nah, I didn't think so. She saved your ass. If it woulda been left to you, shit woulda hit the fan and got flung all over the fuckin place. It woulda been a disaster. Luckily, Michelle was there to save the day.
Her bein there put you in the position you needed to be in. Hell, you were basically her fuckin assistant. Her fuckin gopher. And things worked out like that. That's where you needed to be. See..I don't know a wholeee hell of alottabit..
But what I do know..is enough to get the job done. What I know..the general consensus is that you're the worst of yours. And I mean, I can def understand what kinda headspace that'd put you in. And I can understand why you'd be lookin for a chance to shut those people up..to prove them wrong. But this ain't that chance. This ain't your chance to show them that age is justa number. This just ain't your chance..period.
It's mine. I've already had ample time to prove that I can, not only hang with but outperform some of the best young talent this business has to offer. See, the difference between me and a wholeeeelottabit of these other young talents? Six months from now..Ima still be here..Ima still be successful.
But now..I have another chance to prove I can hang with the veterans. The grizzled, overly experienced, crotchy ass old fucks. The same kinda fucks who talk down to guys like me. The same kinda ones who tryta make you believe that their way is the only way. Fuck guys like you, Kal.
It's guys like you who piss on everythin you've accomplished before just cause you can't fuckin accept that you're fuckin done. It's time for you to move the fuck on. Spend the rest of your days with the family. I've heard tell bout guys who've pushed it sooo far past the expiration date that they can't even pick up their kids. Shit like it takes them thirty..forty-five minutes to get up outta bed in the mornin. You don't want that, Kal. You wanna be able to enjoy your golden years.
Guys like me? We got this on lock now. You can rest easily knowin that this business..this life is in the best hands possible. See, we got it better than you did when you were comin up. We got more resources. We got better opportunities than y'all did. The shit we got now? Youda never thought it was possible when you started back in the day. Hell, just look what I pulled at the last Showcase. And just what did I do last Showcase?
Last Showcase, I shocked everyone..cept myself, of course..by becomin the new OPW Legacy Champion after pinnin Apathy..one..two..three. I got that momentum behind me. I got that good high goin and I'll be damned if Ima just let you fuckin step in here and tryta play Captain Buzzkill.
Nah..that's not how it's gonna go at all. Instead, Ima do whatever I gotta do to get past you. Beatin you, despite the popular opinion of you, is gonna get that many more eyes on me. And that's not just good for me..it's good for OPW. It's good for..everyone. So really..by beatin you? I'm doin everyyone a favor. Yay me~
Oh, one more tho. It's Ricky, not Rick.
Bitch'
‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵
Things had gotten a lot better since the incident with Bobby. Even still, he couldn't remember what had happened or where he was. Either that or he just didn't want to acknowledge it. Whichever the case, Ricky was just happy that his brother was okay. Thankfully too, cause not really known by many, if any, people at all, Ricky was going through his own thing that he desperately needed to take care of.
Professionally? Things were going great. Minus the occasional hiccup, Ricky couldn't want much more than what he had. Successful runs in each of the four promotions he worked for. Championship gold more often than not, as of late. Opportunities as far as the eye can see. What more could you ask for? A lot more, actually.
See, working for four different promotions is great for exposure and opportunity. It's even better for the pay. But keeping up with all of them really puts a damper on home life. Between the four of them, Ricky had found himself spending less and less time at home. At times, it's fine. Handheld games on the road. Diners and restaurants and bars had more food than he ever could imagine. Plenty of things to do in order to keep himself occupied.
But it took a toll, mentally, on his personal life. He had been home maybe three days in the past month. It was something that weighed heavy on his mind. But instead of dealing with it like a rational human being, Ricky did what a lot of guys do and dealt with it his own way. He smoked. Smoked alottaaabit, at that. Thank god for the Elevated Creations sponsorship, right?
He was good about not smoking like right before a match or anything like that, but his usage had definitely increased substantially. This usually consisted of a few hits off of that pen and just melting on the couch of whatever hotel room in whatever city he was in. This time was no different.
Laying out across that couch, Ricky's eyes were half closed, focused entirely on the ceiling above him. It was like he wasn't even there. For once, not a single thought ran through his head. Just..quiet. And to Ricky? It was paradise. But paradise never lasts. Especially when you're in a room full of people.
It wasn't just Ricky, it was Big Ass Bobby and Alessa Holloway in there as well. For the most part, Bobby and Alessa talked with one another while Ricky was in his own little world. The two people closest to him were clearly worried about him, their discussion reflecting that perfectly.
Big Ass Bobby: 'He's a wreck.'
A soft sigh slipped free from behind the lips of Alessa. Nodding her head, she couldn't help but to agree with what Bobby said.
Alessa Holloway: '..I know. He's either wrestling or comatose.'
The two of them looked over at Ricky. Despite him looking completely at peace, they knew there were problems there, deep unresolved problems. They knew that if he didn't figure out his problems that they were going to eat him alive, body and mind. Without another hesitation about it, Bobby reached over and grabbed hold of Ricky's shoulder.
Big Ass Bobby: '..Ricky.'
Suddenly, Ricky shot up to a seated position causing Bobby to withdraw quickly, being totally taken off guard by the sudden movement. Slowly, Ricky turned his head, looking towards Bobby, a look of confusion growing across his features as his brow lowered.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Do you think I went too fast after Sahara?'
Bobby and Alessa both were dumbfounded at the question, to the point they weren't even able to answer at first. Ricky turned around on that couch, crossing his legs up under him as he sat criss cross applesauce on that couch.
Big Ass Bobby: 'Uhh..'
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Seriously, like..I was sooo fuckin relieved to get outta that situation. And then I just dove right into another one, y'know? And like..it was a great situation. But like..should I have waited? Explored life a lilbit more? I mean, when it's there..it's there..but like..'
Alessa Holloway: 'It's not there a lot.'
Ricky Rodriguez: 'It's not there a lot.'
Big Ass Bobby: 'Could that maybe be because you're always wrestling?'
Ricky scoffed at the idea, shaking his head in utmost disagreement. It looked as if Ricky was shocked that Bobby would even suggest a thing.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Fuck no, I'm killin it out here, Bobby.'
Alessa Holloway: 'But maybe..you're killing it too much?'
Once more, Ricky scoffed at the idea, completely waving it off as he did so. But then he stopped in his tracks. That brow lowering again, the inquisitive look growing across his features. Ricky relaxed back against that couch, thinking about it.
Big Ass Bobby: 'You might not want to think that that's a possibility..but you need to. It definitely is something you need to think about..and I mean really think about it.'
Alessa Holloway: 'Bobby's right. If it's bothering you this much then you're going to need to make a choice.'
The eyes of Ricky shot open, as if he was just physically hit by an epiphany. He jumped up from that couch and went right to his feet. Alessa looked a bit concerned as Bobby shook his head at her.
Big Ass Bobby: 'Let it go.'
Ricky Rodriguez: 'Y'all are right..completely and totally fuckin right. I gotta think bout this. I can't think here and I gotta think bout this.'
Ricky disappeared to one of the bedrooms before quickly coming back, his keys and phone in his hands. Without speaking another word, he headed straight for the door.
Ricky Rodriguez: 'I gotta think.'
And with that, Ricky opened up the door and walked out into the hallway. He didn't know what he was going to do but he knew he had to think..he had to think.