Post by coolrifletk47 on Jun 29, 2020 22:14:50 GMT -5
Well I will be all the God’s damned, I can’t believe I still can’t see worth a damn. I mean good ol’ Double B hit me in the oculars with whatever the hell that OBVIOUSLY NOT COCAINE, white powder was, days ago, and I still can’t see worth a damn.
But we gotta keep movin forward don’t we? I mean we can’t get hung up on excuses. Not when we have so many more mountains to climb, so many more battles to fight.
Because you see, the thing people like Blair have never been able to work out in their own heads is how a guy like me, who at times has been a walking billboard of disappointment, blown opportunities, and finding more depressing ways to come in second place than the Buffalo Bills of the 90’s, can still find a way to get my dead ass out of bed each morning.
And thing is, there isn’t a simple answer. There isn’t a cool catchphrase or some Dali Lama life model for what pushes me through each and every day. I just do, because it is the only thing I really know how to do. I mean I every day I look around the OPW locker room, I look up and down the roster and it blows my damn mind how multi talented some of these people are. Just using ol’ Buchanan as an example.
Talk shows, Netflix deals, red carpet walkin, big deal talkin, I mean if she wasn’t one of the best wrestlers in the world she would still probably be one of the best in the world at something.
But not me.
Wrestling is where it starts, wrestling is where it ends. I will ride this wrestling train until the wheels fucking fly off, because if I am being honest, it is all that I know.
But I will be damned if I am going to do it anyway but MINE.
Drinking is who I am, having fun is who I am, riding across the country in a WANNA-BANGOHHHHHH! And being best friends with a GOAT and a mini War King from Dubai, is who the fuck I am.
It will always be who I am. No matter what, even if some head shrinky doctor tries to tell me that my life might be self destructive, that maybe I should take some medication to “STABILIZE MY MOOD”. If you ask me, that is the last thing I need.
Because the thing is, what separates me and has always separated me from the pack is that Good ol’ TK has not ever and will not ever know when to quit. I hit the floor hard and every time, I drag my dead ass up off that ground and I dare life to put me there again.
Because deep down, way down past all the places where people are willing to look, I know that I can always get up, ONE, MORE, TIME. That even if you can beat me a million times, I can get up one million and one.
It is just who I am.
And people know it. It is why those people sit up in the stands and make giant flags to let you know they are sitting in MY section. It is why places like NEW never knew what to do with me. Because I’m not like everybody else. I do my work just a bit different. Some people hate it, some people love it, but NOT A DAMN SOUL, IS INDIFFERENT TO IT!!!
And that’s what keeps me working.
That is why Blair has to know deep down in her sub basement of the cockles of her heart that I will be back for another round. That eventually she won’t be able to find a way. And eventually, this old broken clock is gonna find a way to strike Midnight one, good time.
But as I sit here in this beautiful vehicle trying again to wash out my eyes I gotta set my sights on another set of targets for a bit.
Because this week, this week there is another river to cross.
This week it is two guys that I don’t know a ton about. Ryan Elias and Daniel Holiday.
Anybody who knows me knows for a solid fact that I hate fucking triple threat matches. But if I want to book I would have to start my own company and that kind of a headache would cut into my boozin time so I will pass. But the fact of the matter is, I could come out here and spout off the same tired nonsense about not giving a damn about these two jamochs because I don’t know the first thing about them.
About how they are both lucky to be in the ring with a guy who can make them just as famous kicking their molars down their mouth holes as I can by taking a loss to one of them.
But instead I am going to skip all that and focus on the matters at hand.
I win this match, I become the number one contender for the pureblood title. If I don’t, then it is back down the chute I go. And if we are all sitting around keeping it real with each other, this might be my last chance. I ain’t getting any younger, and the old “bump card” is filling up faster than my liquor cabinet on payday.
So I need to get in where I can fit in sooner rather than later. So I just hope those two boys are coming ready for a fight. Because the thing is, I am coming to collect skulls and I am looking to add a pair to my mantle piece.
I think this Sambuca eye wash is starting to work or I am actually blind and just using my imagination at this point but either way I gotta find Pierre and GOAT.
Some time later in GOAT’s section of the WANNA-BANGOHHHHHHHH! GOAT is sitting with Pierre. The walls, floor, and ceiling are still covered with candid photos of the OPW Southern Heavyweight Champion, one Blair Buchanan-Stylez.
My friend, far be it from me to give you instructions on how to live your life, but this obsession needs to stop. Someone will alarm the authorities and then all could be lost.
Pierre, one cannot just STOP loving someone. Not one her eyes are shimmering pools, her lips red like the blood of innocent virgins, her honest hips that have clearly never uttered one falsehood. Is she not a vision Pierre, is her form not precisely what you would expect a muse of this earthly realm to inhabit.
I will have her Pierre, I must have her. All other plans, all other missions are postponed until I have had one evening alone with this, this enchantress.
My friend, I have never been terrific at being the bearer of bad tidings, but you do realize that this woman is soon to wed OPW owner and world famous shiftless layabout, Johnny Stylez, like as the kids say, for realsies.
Then he must be eliminated. Put Kain on the job or activate one of the death squads, he must be put down.
Dearest compatriot and oldest friend, Jonathan Stylez is a crucial cog to our plans, we need him living and breathing and making as many poor business decisions as possible.
Then I must find another way, I will seduce her, I will woo her away from Mr. Stylez.
She will be mine Pierre, oh yes she will be mine.
….……..TO BE CONTINUED
But we gotta keep movin forward don’t we? I mean we can’t get hung up on excuses. Not when we have so many more mountains to climb, so many more battles to fight.
Because you see, the thing people like Blair have never been able to work out in their own heads is how a guy like me, who at times has been a walking billboard of disappointment, blown opportunities, and finding more depressing ways to come in second place than the Buffalo Bills of the 90’s, can still find a way to get my dead ass out of bed each morning.
And thing is, there isn’t a simple answer. There isn’t a cool catchphrase or some Dali Lama life model for what pushes me through each and every day. I just do, because it is the only thing I really know how to do. I mean I every day I look around the OPW locker room, I look up and down the roster and it blows my damn mind how multi talented some of these people are. Just using ol’ Buchanan as an example.
Talk shows, Netflix deals, red carpet walkin, big deal talkin, I mean if she wasn’t one of the best wrestlers in the world she would still probably be one of the best in the world at something.
But not me.
Wrestling is where it starts, wrestling is where it ends. I will ride this wrestling train until the wheels fucking fly off, because if I am being honest, it is all that I know.
But I will be damned if I am going to do it anyway but MINE.
Drinking is who I am, having fun is who I am, riding across the country in a WANNA-BANGOHHHHHH! And being best friends with a GOAT and a mini War King from Dubai, is who the fuck I am.
It will always be who I am. No matter what, even if some head shrinky doctor tries to tell me that my life might be self destructive, that maybe I should take some medication to “STABILIZE MY MOOD”. If you ask me, that is the last thing I need.
Because the thing is, what separates me and has always separated me from the pack is that Good ol’ TK has not ever and will not ever know when to quit. I hit the floor hard and every time, I drag my dead ass up off that ground and I dare life to put me there again.
Because deep down, way down past all the places where people are willing to look, I know that I can always get up, ONE, MORE, TIME. That even if you can beat me a million times, I can get up one million and one.
It is just who I am.
And people know it. It is why those people sit up in the stands and make giant flags to let you know they are sitting in MY section. It is why places like NEW never knew what to do with me. Because I’m not like everybody else. I do my work just a bit different. Some people hate it, some people love it, but NOT A DAMN SOUL, IS INDIFFERENT TO IT!!!
And that’s what keeps me working.
That is why Blair has to know deep down in her sub basement of the cockles of her heart that I will be back for another round. That eventually she won’t be able to find a way. And eventually, this old broken clock is gonna find a way to strike Midnight one, good time.
But as I sit here in this beautiful vehicle trying again to wash out my eyes I gotta set my sights on another set of targets for a bit.
Because this week, this week there is another river to cross.
This week it is two guys that I don’t know a ton about. Ryan Elias and Daniel Holiday.
Anybody who knows me knows for a solid fact that I hate fucking triple threat matches. But if I want to book I would have to start my own company and that kind of a headache would cut into my boozin time so I will pass. But the fact of the matter is, I could come out here and spout off the same tired nonsense about not giving a damn about these two jamochs because I don’t know the first thing about them.
About how they are both lucky to be in the ring with a guy who can make them just as famous kicking their molars down their mouth holes as I can by taking a loss to one of them.
But instead I am going to skip all that and focus on the matters at hand.
I win this match, I become the number one contender for the pureblood title. If I don’t, then it is back down the chute I go. And if we are all sitting around keeping it real with each other, this might be my last chance. I ain’t getting any younger, and the old “bump card” is filling up faster than my liquor cabinet on payday.
So I need to get in where I can fit in sooner rather than later. So I just hope those two boys are coming ready for a fight. Because the thing is, I am coming to collect skulls and I am looking to add a pair to my mantle piece.
I think this Sambuca eye wash is starting to work or I am actually blind and just using my imagination at this point but either way I gotta find Pierre and GOAT.
Some time later in GOAT’s section of the WANNA-BANGOHHHHHHHH! GOAT is sitting with Pierre. The walls, floor, and ceiling are still covered with candid photos of the OPW Southern Heavyweight Champion, one Blair Buchanan-Stylez.
My friend, far be it from me to give you instructions on how to live your life, but this obsession needs to stop. Someone will alarm the authorities and then all could be lost.
Pierre, one cannot just STOP loving someone. Not one her eyes are shimmering pools, her lips red like the blood of innocent virgins, her honest hips that have clearly never uttered one falsehood. Is she not a vision Pierre, is her form not precisely what you would expect a muse of this earthly realm to inhabit.
I will have her Pierre, I must have her. All other plans, all other missions are postponed until I have had one evening alone with this, this enchantress.
My friend, I have never been terrific at being the bearer of bad tidings, but you do realize that this woman is soon to wed OPW owner and world famous shiftless layabout, Johnny Stylez, like as the kids say, for realsies.
Then he must be eliminated. Put Kain on the job or activate one of the death squads, he must be put down.
Dearest compatriot and oldest friend, Jonathan Stylez is a crucial cog to our plans, we need him living and breathing and making as many poor business decisions as possible.
Then I must find another way, I will seduce her, I will woo her away from Mr. Stylez.
She will be mine Pierre, oh yes she will be mine.
….……..TO BE CONTINUED