Post by Blue Suede Bruce on Jun 23, 2014 10:01:56 GMT -6
The bright sun glared in my eyes as the big rigs and drop tops, the pickups and hot rods drove by on the I-35 Bridge. This was the spot where Vance LaRoc wanted to meet up, but he was nowhere in sight. The toying around LaRoc does makes him a formidable opponent in terms of psychology. However, I, along with my brother have our reasons on why we want to see him pay. It was only a few weeks ago, Vance LaRoc and myself main evented what was going to be the hardest hitting episode of Breakthrough! Thus far and the match was competitive, no matter how much he tried to put me away, I kept coming back. It’s the passion, that fire that sees the south just rise again. It coursed through my veins along with the rhythm of the ghost of Elvis Presley. We were jukin’, we were jivin’. We were slappin n’ grapplin’. It was a spectacle to behold. However, Vance LaRoc. The man from the north, Minnesota born and raised. He had other plans in mind.
Jackie and I were on the cusp of making our dreams a reality. A glorious victory with the main event spotlight glowing, radiating over our heads. However, Vance LaRoc robbed us of that feeling. I won the match alright. Oh how I won that match, though... That being only a speckle of a reason why I’m heated and irritated. Vance LaRoc dropped down to his knees after I had him hoisted on my shoulders for a Heartthrob. He dropped out of my go to maneuver and he took his forearm and jerked it up between my legs, just knocking me in my frank and beans. It was just scientific, the response I had. Fall to my knees, then to my side. A part of me believe’s Vance LaRoc honestly doesn’t know the rules of wrestling cause he low blowed me right in front of the man in the Foot Locker white and black striped shirt. He then threw himself on top of me and hooked my leg. Just as if it was another day in the squared circle. He even looked legit surprised when Jerry Heisenberg, the man in charge of the mic declared him as disqualified to the thousands of folks in attendance. I guess in a sense... Vance LaRoc was just as disappointed as I. But then again, only one of us has had any formal training in professional wrestling. And for those of you just tuning in now. Now, it’s not Kurt Cobain over there.
I’m not even sure what was the catalyst to our rivalry. Vance LaRoc is a hyprocrite though, my friends. For a man who says it’s all about the art, and not the image. He sure tries his hardest to find the grungiest ripped up threads. Whether it’s shredded t-shirts or hole-filled denim jeans... Cut offs even. He takes his time to look counter-culture and he sits on his bully pulpit and spews out venomous hate and contempt for people who don’t fit his image. Do I use to much gel in my hair? Do I wiggle my hips too well? Is it because I can rock the blue suede boots and he can’t? What made me the target? Is it because in 2014, he couldn’t handle that by being a loyal follower of the rockabilly movement... I was more counter culture than his precious grunge? Nirvana and Pearl Jam... Alice In Chains or any other band out of the Pacific Northwest... Hole, perhaps? All these groups, their t-shirts are a dime a dozen at Hot Topic. I wonder if it’s because I am who I am... And he’s a part of a scene and never grew up? His look caters to the rebellious folk, who really aren’t all that rebellious. So i’m taping this note to the guard rail of the bridge... Hopefully Vance will see it.
What happened to growing up? What happened to maturity? What happened to being a helpful neighbor and looking out for one another? What happened to just being a good person? Vance LaRoc. You focus too much on labels that you allowed it to consume you, you defaced and stole Ole Blue... My daddy’s guitar. You stole Jackie’s Caddy... Also an heirloom passed down from our daddy. What have I ever done to you to where you wanted to make our rivalry so personal? I thought it was a disagreement on music. You took this to a whole new level. You have a chance to redeem yourself. Please don’t do anything stupid with our daddy’s belongings. The sentimental value is high and and our cherished possessions are virtually irreplaceable in that sense. Be a man and just face me one on one at Exposure. A good, clean fight. We know you can be the better man... Anybody can. I’ll be waiting at Xcel in that ring for you.
Best Regards,
“Blue Suede Bruce”
P.S. Go, cat, go.