Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2014 15:08:17 GMT -6
Date
June 30th 2014
Location
Carmody Irish Pub in Duluth, Minnesota
I am sitting in one of the booths here with a bottle of Feckin Irish Whiskey and an empty glass; the bottle is two thirds full as I’ve already started on it. I’m dressed in a pair of black Doc Martin’s, a pair of dark blue stonewashed denim jeans, a black Motorhead T-shirt, a black leather jacket and a pair of black shades with my hair tied back in a ponytail. I look around the pub, it’s pretty quiet, but it’s a Monday night so it’s no surprise, and that’s the way I like it. I pour myself another whiskey when from out of nowhere, a guy dressed in a pair of light brown work boots, a pair of light blue denim jeans, a plain white T-shirt with a sleeveless opened up red and white chequered shirt and a beige coloured cap sits down opposite me. I slowly look up at him, as he just sits there looking back at me with a toothless grin on his face; his ginger lamb chop sideburns cover the sides of his rather ugly complexion.
Man #1
You don’t recognize me do ya?
I remain quiet, ignoring him and just take a sip of my whiskey in hope he will just go away.
Man #1
You used to do jobs didn’t you…jobs that no normal person would ever think about doing…I know because you did a few jobs for me…
He’s not going away, well I guess it’s time for plan B. I down the rest of my whiskey and take off my shades and glare into his eyes as I put my shades into the inside pocket of my jacket.
Mr E
I don’t do that anymore Johnny…
Johnny
Ah so you do recognize me…I know you don’t do it anymore…but I got a job for you…I need you for this job man…you’re the best and there’s big money involved…
I pour another glass of whiskey as I think to myself that this isn’t going to turn out well if he keeps on persisting.
Mr E
Like I said Johnny…I don’t…do that…anymore…
Johnny
Oh c’mon man…nobody is better than…
I reach across the table and grab him by the scruff of his shirt and pull him across the table so we’re nose to nose and I glare deep into his now terrified looking eyes snarling at him.
Mr E
Listen to me…I’m keeping my identity on the down low…I’m trying to remain incognito…I’m a wrestler now…and I have cameras following me all day…every day! I have a plan set in motion Johnny, and if you fuck it up…I’ll kill you! So take the damn hint, I don’t do that anymore, I don’t care how much money is involved, find someone else!
I then shove Johnny back into his seat and I finish off my drink before sliding the now half empty bottle of whiskey towards him, I then stand to my feet and pat him on the shoulder.
Mr E
You can have the rest of my whiskey…I’m out of here…
I make my way towards the front door and exit the pub, I then begin to make my way down the alleyway beside it towards where I parked my Harley when I stop dead in my tracks. Surrounding my bike are three suits, two of them are large muscle bound freaks, one of them completely bald, looks to be of Samoan descent and has a tribal tattoo on his face whilst the other has a short black Mohawk and a black pointed beard. The smaller, thinner looking man is well groomed with his dark brown hair slicked back and he’s crouching down by the tyres of my Harley, I notice a small blade in his right hand and then I look at my tyres and notice they have been slashed.
Mr E
Hey! What the fuck did you do to my bike?
The three men suddenly turn and focus their attention on me as I make my way towards them. The smaller man smiles and hands the blade to the bald larger man.
Man #2
You know, Johnny did warn me that you may not accept his job offer…problem is…when I want a job done…I make sure it gets done. If I want a specific someone to do a job for me, I make sure that person does that job…
Mr E
And you think slashing my tyres is going to make me change my mind about doing this job for you? Fuck you!
The man chuckles and shakes his head as my fists clench, the anger inside of me building and building.
Mr E
Like I told Johnny…I don’t do that anymore…
Man #2
Maybe you misheard me…
The man then pulls a handgun out from the inside of his blazer pocket and aims it right at me.
Man #2
I just told you that I always get what I want…
I chuckle and shake my head at the stupidity of this suit, much to the confusion of him.
Man #2
What the Hell are you laughing at? Can you not see that I’m pointing a gun at you?
Mr E
Yeah, I can see that you’re pointing a gun at me, but like I told Johnny earlier, I’m a wrestler now, so cameras are constantly following me everywhere I go…so go ahead…shoot me…your face and my murder will be recorded and you’ll have nowhere to run.
The three men begin looking around to see if they can see the cameras, beginning to look nervous, the suit then places his gun back into the inside of his blazer as a large smile grows on my face.
Mr E
You slashing my tyres just now was also caught on camera, so unless you want me to press charges for vandalism, you better reimburse me for the damage you’ve done…
The suit sighs and shakes his head before glancing over to the guy with the Mohawk and gestures to him so he reaches into his inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a small paper bag and throws it to me and I catch it before opening it up to see it full of hundred dollar bills.
Man #2
The cameras can’t be watching you the entire time boy…you’ve made a powerful enemy today…you’re going to have to watch your back…c’mon boys…
With that, the three men disappear around the corner as I walk up to my bike and check the damage done, I then take out my cell phone and begin making a call.
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Date
July 2nd 2014
Location
The DECC Arena in Duluth, Minnesota
I sit here in the middle of the ring dressed in my wrestling gear consisting of a pair of black wrestling boots, a pair of plan black trousers, a sleeveless plain black T-shirt with a black flak jacket over it, black tape around my wrists and my half face mask which is currently hanging around my neck. The arena is completely empty today, but in five days time every single one of these seats will be filled by VoW fans and it’s then that I will be making my debut in a Four Corners Match against Brett Carson, Patrick Jones and Rayne Draven-Omega. I stare at my closed fist for a few moments before turning my attention to the camera.
Mr E
I may be new to the wrestling industry, but I know that it’s always good to do your research on your opponents…and to watch over previous matches to get a feel for how they work in the ring. This Tuesday on Breakthrough, coming live from this very arena, I will be making my VoW debut in a Four Corners Match against Brett Carson, Patrick Jones and Rayne Draven-Omega, and yes, I have done my research on all three of you.
I slowly crack my neck from left to right before leaning forward in the chair.
Mr E
For example, Mr Carson, I know you graduated from high school and went on to receive a degree in entertainment and photography at the University of Montreal and that you worked as a photographer for independent wrestling promotions whilst you were training. I know you have a black Yamaha FZ6 and you enjoy reading wrestling autobiographies and you enjoy watching movies such as the Rocky trilogy and The Wrestler. I know you mostly eat healthily but occasionally have the odd sugary, fatty or oily treat and that in your spare time when you aren’t wrestling; you’re either training or working on your bike. I know you don’t smoke or do drugs but you like the occasional beer and that you have a tattoo on your calf depicting a shield with the words ‘Kick Harder’ on it to help motivate you in training. I know you’re an all rounded wrestler with a lot of confidence, a lot of charisma, a lot of wrestling skill and that you’re very agile…but you also have a big mouth and you’re easily distracted and disrespectful, as well as being still quite green when it comes to the wrestling business. You’re a typical brash, young, cocky, arrogant fool who believes he’s better than everyone and anyone in this industry…and even though I’m newer to this business than you are…I’m going to enjoy knocking you down a peg or two and prove to you that you are in no way better than everyone in this industry.
I smirk and stroke my beard a little.
Mr E
And then there’s Mr Jones, the complete opposite to Mr Carson in many ways and I know that you are fiercely loyal to your friends and you have a strong sense of honour. I know you’re a very serious wrestler and you take your job very seriously but you don’t let that stop you from enjoying yourself meaning you don’t get stressed out or worked up, but you rather remain loose and relaxed and often make jokes or light-hearted comments when dealing with a serious situation. I know that the only time you ever seem to get annoyed is if your friends are attacked or if someone like an authority figure abuses their power in widely spread negative way, I also know that this has given you a bit of a reputation as a rebel by owners who do not have the best of intentions in mind for their roster. I also know that you’re well educated on wrestling and that you have a big heart but you’re just an average athlete at best, you pander a lot to your fans and you can be easily affected emotionally and psychologically by what your opponents use against you.
I sit back in the chair and rest my hands on my thighs.
Mr E
And then we have Mrs. Draven-Omega…I know a lot about you…more than you may think. I know when you began your wrestling career, you were married to WWA and NWA legend, Jason Myers, however things turned sour between the two of you so you ended up leaving him and getting married to Ryan Omega, the VoW Director of Operations. I know that you’re a former NWA Starlet’s Champion and have become one of the most influential female competitors in this industry…
I stand to my feet and walks towards the ring ropes and lean on them, still maintaining my glare on the camera.
Mr E
The bottom line people is this, I’m brand new to this industry, my past is shrouded in mystery and nobody has any idea who the Hell I am. So I’m going to end here with a riddle I have for the three of you, and it goes something like this. The more there is, the less you see. What could I be?
I move off the ropes and raise my clenched right fist up to my eye level and stare at it for a few moments before then turning back to the camera.
Mr E
Did you get it? The answer is darkness…and that’s what you find yourself in when it comes to having any kind of clue as to who I am or how you can hope to predict what I’m capable of where I am very well educated on the three of you. You three are all in complete darkness…I am in the light…and that’s why neither of you stand a chance against the mystery that is, Mr E!
June 30th 2014
Location
Carmody Irish Pub in Duluth, Minnesota
I am sitting in one of the booths here with a bottle of Feckin Irish Whiskey and an empty glass; the bottle is two thirds full as I’ve already started on it. I’m dressed in a pair of black Doc Martin’s, a pair of dark blue stonewashed denim jeans, a black Motorhead T-shirt, a black leather jacket and a pair of black shades with my hair tied back in a ponytail. I look around the pub, it’s pretty quiet, but it’s a Monday night so it’s no surprise, and that’s the way I like it. I pour myself another whiskey when from out of nowhere, a guy dressed in a pair of light brown work boots, a pair of light blue denim jeans, a plain white T-shirt with a sleeveless opened up red and white chequered shirt and a beige coloured cap sits down opposite me. I slowly look up at him, as he just sits there looking back at me with a toothless grin on his face; his ginger lamb chop sideburns cover the sides of his rather ugly complexion.
Man #1
You don’t recognize me do ya?
I remain quiet, ignoring him and just take a sip of my whiskey in hope he will just go away.
Man #1
You used to do jobs didn’t you…jobs that no normal person would ever think about doing…I know because you did a few jobs for me…
He’s not going away, well I guess it’s time for plan B. I down the rest of my whiskey and take off my shades and glare into his eyes as I put my shades into the inside pocket of my jacket.
Mr E
I don’t do that anymore Johnny…
Johnny
Ah so you do recognize me…I know you don’t do it anymore…but I got a job for you…I need you for this job man…you’re the best and there’s big money involved…
I pour another glass of whiskey as I think to myself that this isn’t going to turn out well if he keeps on persisting.
Mr E
Like I said Johnny…I don’t…do that…anymore…
Johnny
Oh c’mon man…nobody is better than…
I reach across the table and grab him by the scruff of his shirt and pull him across the table so we’re nose to nose and I glare deep into his now terrified looking eyes snarling at him.
Mr E
Listen to me…I’m keeping my identity on the down low…I’m trying to remain incognito…I’m a wrestler now…and I have cameras following me all day…every day! I have a plan set in motion Johnny, and if you fuck it up…I’ll kill you! So take the damn hint, I don’t do that anymore, I don’t care how much money is involved, find someone else!
I then shove Johnny back into his seat and I finish off my drink before sliding the now half empty bottle of whiskey towards him, I then stand to my feet and pat him on the shoulder.
Mr E
You can have the rest of my whiskey…I’m out of here…
I make my way towards the front door and exit the pub, I then begin to make my way down the alleyway beside it towards where I parked my Harley when I stop dead in my tracks. Surrounding my bike are three suits, two of them are large muscle bound freaks, one of them completely bald, looks to be of Samoan descent and has a tribal tattoo on his face whilst the other has a short black Mohawk and a black pointed beard. The smaller, thinner looking man is well groomed with his dark brown hair slicked back and he’s crouching down by the tyres of my Harley, I notice a small blade in his right hand and then I look at my tyres and notice they have been slashed.
Mr E
Hey! What the fuck did you do to my bike?
The three men suddenly turn and focus their attention on me as I make my way towards them. The smaller man smiles and hands the blade to the bald larger man.
Man #2
You know, Johnny did warn me that you may not accept his job offer…problem is…when I want a job done…I make sure it gets done. If I want a specific someone to do a job for me, I make sure that person does that job…
Mr E
And you think slashing my tyres is going to make me change my mind about doing this job for you? Fuck you!
The man chuckles and shakes his head as my fists clench, the anger inside of me building and building.
Mr E
Like I told Johnny…I don’t do that anymore…
Man #2
Maybe you misheard me…
The man then pulls a handgun out from the inside of his blazer pocket and aims it right at me.
Man #2
I just told you that I always get what I want…
I chuckle and shake my head at the stupidity of this suit, much to the confusion of him.
Man #2
What the Hell are you laughing at? Can you not see that I’m pointing a gun at you?
Mr E
Yeah, I can see that you’re pointing a gun at me, but like I told Johnny earlier, I’m a wrestler now, so cameras are constantly following me everywhere I go…so go ahead…shoot me…your face and my murder will be recorded and you’ll have nowhere to run.
The three men begin looking around to see if they can see the cameras, beginning to look nervous, the suit then places his gun back into the inside of his blazer as a large smile grows on my face.
Mr E
You slashing my tyres just now was also caught on camera, so unless you want me to press charges for vandalism, you better reimburse me for the damage you’ve done…
The suit sighs and shakes his head before glancing over to the guy with the Mohawk and gestures to him so he reaches into his inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a small paper bag and throws it to me and I catch it before opening it up to see it full of hundred dollar bills.
Man #2
The cameras can’t be watching you the entire time boy…you’ve made a powerful enemy today…you’re going to have to watch your back…c’mon boys…
With that, the three men disappear around the corner as I walk up to my bike and check the damage done, I then take out my cell phone and begin making a call.
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Date
July 2nd 2014
Location
The DECC Arena in Duluth, Minnesota
I sit here in the middle of the ring dressed in my wrestling gear consisting of a pair of black wrestling boots, a pair of plan black trousers, a sleeveless plain black T-shirt with a black flak jacket over it, black tape around my wrists and my half face mask which is currently hanging around my neck. The arena is completely empty today, but in five days time every single one of these seats will be filled by VoW fans and it’s then that I will be making my debut in a Four Corners Match against Brett Carson, Patrick Jones and Rayne Draven-Omega. I stare at my closed fist for a few moments before turning my attention to the camera.
Mr E
I may be new to the wrestling industry, but I know that it’s always good to do your research on your opponents…and to watch over previous matches to get a feel for how they work in the ring. This Tuesday on Breakthrough, coming live from this very arena, I will be making my VoW debut in a Four Corners Match against Brett Carson, Patrick Jones and Rayne Draven-Omega, and yes, I have done my research on all three of you.
I slowly crack my neck from left to right before leaning forward in the chair.
Mr E
For example, Mr Carson, I know you graduated from high school and went on to receive a degree in entertainment and photography at the University of Montreal and that you worked as a photographer for independent wrestling promotions whilst you were training. I know you have a black Yamaha FZ6 and you enjoy reading wrestling autobiographies and you enjoy watching movies such as the Rocky trilogy and The Wrestler. I know you mostly eat healthily but occasionally have the odd sugary, fatty or oily treat and that in your spare time when you aren’t wrestling; you’re either training or working on your bike. I know you don’t smoke or do drugs but you like the occasional beer and that you have a tattoo on your calf depicting a shield with the words ‘Kick Harder’ on it to help motivate you in training. I know you’re an all rounded wrestler with a lot of confidence, a lot of charisma, a lot of wrestling skill and that you’re very agile…but you also have a big mouth and you’re easily distracted and disrespectful, as well as being still quite green when it comes to the wrestling business. You’re a typical brash, young, cocky, arrogant fool who believes he’s better than everyone and anyone in this industry…and even though I’m newer to this business than you are…I’m going to enjoy knocking you down a peg or two and prove to you that you are in no way better than everyone in this industry.
I smirk and stroke my beard a little.
Mr E
And then there’s Mr Jones, the complete opposite to Mr Carson in many ways and I know that you are fiercely loyal to your friends and you have a strong sense of honour. I know you’re a very serious wrestler and you take your job very seriously but you don’t let that stop you from enjoying yourself meaning you don’t get stressed out or worked up, but you rather remain loose and relaxed and often make jokes or light-hearted comments when dealing with a serious situation. I know that the only time you ever seem to get annoyed is if your friends are attacked or if someone like an authority figure abuses their power in widely spread negative way, I also know that this has given you a bit of a reputation as a rebel by owners who do not have the best of intentions in mind for their roster. I also know that you’re well educated on wrestling and that you have a big heart but you’re just an average athlete at best, you pander a lot to your fans and you can be easily affected emotionally and psychologically by what your opponents use against you.
I sit back in the chair and rest my hands on my thighs.
Mr E
And then we have Mrs. Draven-Omega…I know a lot about you…more than you may think. I know when you began your wrestling career, you were married to WWA and NWA legend, Jason Myers, however things turned sour between the two of you so you ended up leaving him and getting married to Ryan Omega, the VoW Director of Operations. I know that you’re a former NWA Starlet’s Champion and have become one of the most influential female competitors in this industry…
I stand to my feet and walks towards the ring ropes and lean on them, still maintaining my glare on the camera.
Mr E
The bottom line people is this, I’m brand new to this industry, my past is shrouded in mystery and nobody has any idea who the Hell I am. So I’m going to end here with a riddle I have for the three of you, and it goes something like this. The more there is, the less you see. What could I be?
I move off the ropes and raise my clenched right fist up to my eye level and stare at it for a few moments before then turning back to the camera.
Mr E
Did you get it? The answer is darkness…and that’s what you find yourself in when it comes to having any kind of clue as to who I am or how you can hope to predict what I’m capable of where I am very well educated on the three of you. You three are all in complete darkness…I am in the light…and that’s why neither of you stand a chance against the mystery that is, Mr E!
