Post by PANTHRO on Jul 26, 2013 16:58:21 GMT -6
Everything Happens For A Reason. Curses are Superstitions....
Fiona Rourke.
Heather Halliwell.
And now me.
This belt the International Championship, THE belt first formed in this company....has something people would call “voodoo” placed on it. No one can keep their hands on it, no one can retain, and to be honest with only there being three people to actually hold it within the timespan of this company opening it’s doors, I gotta say, this belt can really cause some mayhem. The Big L won this belt fair and square a month back. People called it a fluke win, people thought I wasn’t ready for the challenges of being a titleholder, people thought...I wasn’t ready to be champ. Yet here I am, standin’ tall as Mount Mother F’N Everest with this shiny belt over my big ass shoulder, provin’ yet again, I ain’t all brawn.
See Heather not too long ago told me to do something on Twitter not too long ago, she told me to “break the curse.” Her believin’ this belt had some power over how people did in the ring. I joked about it, I honestly did, because The Big L doesn’t believe in bad luck. He believes in circumstances, He believes things happen for a reason, but no way in red hot HELL does he believe in bad luck. I get it though, no one has been able to hold this belt for less than a good month. No one has been able to beat the odds of actually retaining; However, they forget just one little variable in their long ass equation of skepticism.
That’s ME.
Because no matter who you think I am, no matter what you think I’m made up of, no matter how hard you try and decipher what The Big L is all about, it all comes down to this: I don’t allow anything to hold me down. My past is behind me, my present is now, and my future is bright. This belt, I plan to hold for a lil’ while longer, and Johnny Cannon may think that it’s his for the takin’ he might think The Big L is just another damn domino in this big game of title roulette goin’ on, but lemme tell you something....I’m holding onto this belt. Curses...are not real. It’s not in my vocabulary, and it shouldn’t be on anyone’s mind come time this match. So if I’m gonna beat this curse, The Big L is gonna do what he does best, flash a winning smile, show off that bravado...and beat Johnny Cannon over the head with the lucky horseshoe I got shoved up my ass. That sounds like a good gameplan...
RIght?
I didn’t let what DeMarco said get to me. I followed coached advice, and I did my job. Preseason was about to end, and it looked like I was going to make the team. I was going to get to live my dream, I was all smiles, I made new friends, and the coaches loved my attitude and play so far. Could this get any better...?! This was going to be the last game of preseason, so the guys decided to go and live it up at a club in New York. There was some drinking, I had a few beers, but these guys were throwin’ these back like it was apple juice or something....especially DeMarco who was surrounded by a posse of females. They were probably drawn to him because they thought he had a big bank account.
I watched him for a moment, hoping he doesn’t do anything stupid while we’re out in public, because we weren’t suppose to be out especially for a big game. I got persuaded, “You won’t move fast enough on the field, if you don’t take that stick out of your asshole Lenton.” they said to me. I couldn’t argue with that and went out. I talked with a few girls, drank some water, so I could drive home, and that was it for me. The guys we ready to go, but DeMarco wanted to stay, he wasn’t done partying. The guys tried to get him out, but he was too plastered to move.
Darius Thomas: So I’m sayin’ gurl...I’m about to get paid, so we should hang out at my crib.
Groupie: Is it nice...?~
Darius Thomas: Yeah, f’sho, nice view of New York you’d love it....
Groupie: I don’t know I might take you up on that offer.
Darius Thomas: Mmn, I’d like that....
Ugh. I walk up to Darius and poke his shoulder.
Steve Lenton: Can I talk to you for a moment.
Darius Thomas: Uh Steve, bruh I’m in the middle...of something....
He leans in towards me.
Darius Thomas (strain through teeth): Or trying to...!
Steve Lenton: Did Tyson get a ride here?
Darius Thomas: Yeah, his boys drove him here. But I ain’t seen them for a moment. There probably tryna get some buns..... (through teeth again) Like ME......?!
Steve Lenton: ….Who’s gonna take’em home?
Darius Thomas: Uh, heh, yeah m’car is a two seat bruh, so you the lucky dude who’s doin’ it.
Steve Lenton: ….......
Darius Thomas: Sorry, now if you excuse me....?
Steve Lenton: Darius drives a rental car, and he lives in an apartment back in North Carolina with his momma.
Groupie: Oooooooh woooow, I’m out.
She marches off and gives Darius the hand. Darius looks shocked, his mouth agape at me and can’t put together words. He just shouts “You’re wrong L!!!” at me and chases her. I just knew this shit was going to bite me in the ass. I could just leave him here and let his ass get caught. Goddamn my morals...
Steve Lenton: Tyson get up let’s go...we gotta game tomorrow.
Tyson DeMarco: Lenton, just the dude I was lookin’ for, I was just tellin’ these fine ladies about our lil’ beef, they think it’s cute.
Steve Lenton: That’s great, but we gotta go. Your boys left you here and went back, so...we gotta jet.
Tyson DeMarco: ….Riiiiiiiiiight. C’mon ladies......we can continue this party in the car.....then back at my hotel.
The girls giggle and I stop them with a small smile.
Steve Lenton: How about you give’em your number and hotel address....and they can catch a cab back?
Tyson DeMarco: Pffff.....fine. Sorry girls gotta go.
Although...he did give them each his hotel number and phone number. We got to the car and I buckled up. DeMarco didn’t want to, it was like talking to a kid, I swear to God. I started the car and started to make my way to the hotel. DeMarco was drunk, and he was obnoxious.
Tyson DeMarco: We need some tunes man....
Steve Lenton: I need to concentrate driving.
Tyson DeMarco: Nigga, c’mon....whatchu afraid of, what the music is gonna hurt yo poor sensitive ass ears or some shit?
Steve Lenton: I had something to drink too, so I need to make sure we don’t end up doin’ something--
The radio was blaring.....and I saw him singing loud to some rap song I didn’t even know at the time. I turned it off, he looked at me and turned it back on. We did this for four minutes....like I said...he was like a kid. I finally had enough, through my anger, I ran a stop light and yelled at him.
Steve Lenton: LISTEN, this was your idea in the first place!!! If it weren’t for me your ass would be back there and would STAY THERE!!!
Tyson DeMarco: So what you think I care?! I got bank nigga, money you wish you had. You wish you were me, and I know you do. All this shit goin’ on, admit it...you wish you had my life....you wish you were the number one pick....but the fact is you a two-timin’ cheating mothafucka who ain’t shit.
Steve Lenton: You know what fuck y--
SMASH!!!!!!
I opened my eyes and I heard sirens. What the fuck just happened. I looked at my side and I saw DeMarco, not moving. I look on in shock, like I just saw my death sentence. DeMarco...please....GOD please....
Wake Up.
The Big L was drenched in sweat like usual, looking down at the title belt in from of’em. I had a bar behind me, and powder on my hands ready to get this workout done and over with. My intentions of retaining were clear, if you could see the aches and pains in my body you’re probably cringe. over 600lbs was about to be lifted and I had that motivation staring me in my face. The place was silent as I had someone behind to spot me. With one good lunge the weight was on my shoulders, and down I went into a full squat. Primal grunts escaped from my throat as I began to power up slowly.
Trainer: Go, go, go! C’mon, up!!
I strained for a moment, almost like I wanted to break.
Trainer: Let’s go, you got this shit!!!
I blink a few times and began to rise up, and slowly....but surely, I stood up straight with a intense expression painted over the pains I felt. I placed the weight down and leaned on the bar for a moment to catch my breath. The trainer looked at me and pats me on the shoulder. He went off to go get me some more water so we could start again. I turned around, my game face beaming at the camera’s lens.
Steve Lenton: The Big L......realized something for the past couple of weeks. The Big L....he.....he ain’t never pushed himself like this before, did you know that...?
I was out of breath for a moment, I wipe my face off with my hand and begin to take a seat on the floor. The camera lowers following me.
Steve Lenton: I realized something else, The Big L, he’s got a really tough match coming up. He’s gotta get in that son of a bitch, and he has to take one of, if not the best wrestler in EXODUS Pro Wrestling right now, Johnny. Cannon. See, The Big L wanted a challenge, he offered it to anyone who thought I didn’t deserve this belt....right here...
I slowly pick up the belt and glare at it, still breathing heavily as my eyes examine it quietly.
Steve Lenton: So Johnny sauntered out....looked me in the eye, shook my hand....and he challenged me for the belt. And it hit me after my match, it hit me....that I was in the presence of a real threat. I was facing someone who’s found success as a former champion himself, and might I add...is one tough son of a bitch. And so The Big L went back to D.C. and he got ready. Planned my diet, my training, what the Hell to wear for the next TWO DAYS, The Big L was ready!!! And this should be flattering to you Johnny, you asked me if I was ready, and I showed you.
My limbs are hurting, I can’t get up from this position, and I feel like I could puke up the protein shake I had for breakfast. I train this hard for you Cannon, because I know you’re doing the same for me. See, I don’t just want some old, tired ass title defense, I wanna WAR. I wanna fight, where anyone can come out on top. Cap’n Butterfinger lemme tell you somethin’ I wouldn’t go to war with anyone else. See we had some animosity, we tried our hand at taggin’ and because of our personalities it ain’t work out so good. I remember John, I remember how The Big L had to take on LEGION by himself. He remembers how you took the Ex-Pro Tag Team Championships and showed me up. And y’know somethin’ The Big L felt like he was weak. He felt like he was the one who weaker half in our short time as a team.
I rub my chin slowly and glare away for a moment.
Steve Lenton: The real reason....why I want to face you, is to prove a point. That point is, when it matters...my talk is cheap. The Big L ran his mouth in that title match, he said a lot of shit Johnny, and couldn’t...back it...UP. And it stings your pride, it makes you feel little, but this Johnny, THIS TIME....I make it RIGHT...!! This time, I’m gonna walk that walk Johnny...and then I’m gonna use your ass as a welcoming mat!! This title right here Johnny...!!
I slowly pick it up and smack it with authority, glaring intensly.
Steve Lenton: This title right here...?! Baby girl don’t wanna leave her daddy yet! This strap I hard for, it stays with ME!! I don’t care what you think it means to you Johnny, The Big L don’t give a damn. What matters is that, I have this belt for a reason! Those long nights where The Big L didn’t know what he was gonna do with his life, out of shape, out of work; Depressed and havin’ to bump money from his parents...!!
I stop for a moment and glared at the belt, fighting back something deep inside of my heart that ached. I hold the belt up with a sincere expression this time.
Steve Lenton: Things happen for a reason...they happen because...through strife...is salvation...and I’ve found that Johnny. See we have problems Johnny, you and I we ain’t so different because we’re almost alike. We had something we loved, and we both had to walk away from it due to some circumstances. But we still both believe we are alpha males...and Johnny....there only one king of the jungle....and it’s going to be ME.
I stand up, the belt still in my possession with a proud body language oozing from me. I drape the title over my bear shoulder and grip it firm.
Steve Lenton: The Big L is going to be coming back to San Diego, California!!! He’s going to listen to those chants, “John-ny Can-non!!”, “Let’s go L!!”, the fans TEARING the ROOF off of the place!!! Thousands in the arena, MILLIONS over the globe Johnny, wanting to see the best wrestlers right now beat the livin’ Hell out of each other, not for pride, not for braggin’ rights, but for the INTER...NATIONAL....CHAMPIONSHIP!!! If you want this belt, get on your lil’ skateboard Bart, get your ass to the RIMAC Arena, put on those boots, and meet my brown ass in that ring! I’m easy to find...so don’t keep me waitin’ too long.
Trainer: Alright, get your sips in, we’re going to tearing those chest area up.
The trainer came back with a bottle of water and draped a towel over my empty left shoulder. I nod me head with a small smirk and glance at the camera and wink slowly. I walk off with my trainer as he went over my training routine. The pain here, would be worth it at the end. I knew it would be....
Fade. Static. End.
Fiona Rourke.
Heather Halliwell.
And now me.
This belt the International Championship, THE belt first formed in this company....has something people would call “voodoo” placed on it. No one can keep their hands on it, no one can retain, and to be honest with only there being three people to actually hold it within the timespan of this company opening it’s doors, I gotta say, this belt can really cause some mayhem. The Big L won this belt fair and square a month back. People called it a fluke win, people thought I wasn’t ready for the challenges of being a titleholder, people thought...I wasn’t ready to be champ. Yet here I am, standin’ tall as Mount Mother F’N Everest with this shiny belt over my big ass shoulder, provin’ yet again, I ain’t all brawn.
See Heather not too long ago told me to do something on Twitter not too long ago, she told me to “break the curse.” Her believin’ this belt had some power over how people did in the ring. I joked about it, I honestly did, because The Big L doesn’t believe in bad luck. He believes in circumstances, He believes things happen for a reason, but no way in red hot HELL does he believe in bad luck. I get it though, no one has been able to hold this belt for less than a good month. No one has been able to beat the odds of actually retaining; However, they forget just one little variable in their long ass equation of skepticism.
That’s ME.
Because no matter who you think I am, no matter what you think I’m made up of, no matter how hard you try and decipher what The Big L is all about, it all comes down to this: I don’t allow anything to hold me down. My past is behind me, my present is now, and my future is bright. This belt, I plan to hold for a lil’ while longer, and Johnny Cannon may think that it’s his for the takin’ he might think The Big L is just another damn domino in this big game of title roulette goin’ on, but lemme tell you something....I’m holding onto this belt. Curses...are not real. It’s not in my vocabulary, and it shouldn’t be on anyone’s mind come time this match. So if I’m gonna beat this curse, The Big L is gonna do what he does best, flash a winning smile, show off that bravado...and beat Johnny Cannon over the head with the lucky horseshoe I got shoved up my ass. That sounds like a good gameplan...
RIght?
I didn’t let what DeMarco said get to me. I followed coached advice, and I did my job. Preseason was about to end, and it looked like I was going to make the team. I was going to get to live my dream, I was all smiles, I made new friends, and the coaches loved my attitude and play so far. Could this get any better...?! This was going to be the last game of preseason, so the guys decided to go and live it up at a club in New York. There was some drinking, I had a few beers, but these guys were throwin’ these back like it was apple juice or something....especially DeMarco who was surrounded by a posse of females. They were probably drawn to him because they thought he had a big bank account.
I watched him for a moment, hoping he doesn’t do anything stupid while we’re out in public, because we weren’t suppose to be out especially for a big game. I got persuaded, “You won’t move fast enough on the field, if you don’t take that stick out of your asshole Lenton.” they said to me. I couldn’t argue with that and went out. I talked with a few girls, drank some water, so I could drive home, and that was it for me. The guys we ready to go, but DeMarco wanted to stay, he wasn’t done partying. The guys tried to get him out, but he was too plastered to move.
Darius Thomas: So I’m sayin’ gurl...I’m about to get paid, so we should hang out at my crib.
Groupie: Is it nice...?~
Darius Thomas: Yeah, f’sho, nice view of New York you’d love it....
Groupie: I don’t know I might take you up on that offer.
Darius Thomas: Mmn, I’d like that....
Ugh. I walk up to Darius and poke his shoulder.
Steve Lenton: Can I talk to you for a moment.
Darius Thomas: Uh Steve, bruh I’m in the middle...of something....
He leans in towards me.
Darius Thomas (strain through teeth): Or trying to...!
Steve Lenton: Did Tyson get a ride here?
Darius Thomas: Yeah, his boys drove him here. But I ain’t seen them for a moment. There probably tryna get some buns..... (through teeth again) Like ME......?!
Steve Lenton: ….Who’s gonna take’em home?
Darius Thomas: Uh, heh, yeah m’car is a two seat bruh, so you the lucky dude who’s doin’ it.
Steve Lenton: ….......
Darius Thomas: Sorry, now if you excuse me....?
Steve Lenton: Darius drives a rental car, and he lives in an apartment back in North Carolina with his momma.
Groupie: Oooooooh woooow, I’m out.
She marches off and gives Darius the hand. Darius looks shocked, his mouth agape at me and can’t put together words. He just shouts “You’re wrong L!!!” at me and chases her. I just knew this shit was going to bite me in the ass. I could just leave him here and let his ass get caught. Goddamn my morals...
Steve Lenton: Tyson get up let’s go...we gotta game tomorrow.
Tyson DeMarco: Lenton, just the dude I was lookin’ for, I was just tellin’ these fine ladies about our lil’ beef, they think it’s cute.
Steve Lenton: That’s great, but we gotta go. Your boys left you here and went back, so...we gotta jet.
Tyson DeMarco: ….Riiiiiiiiiight. C’mon ladies......we can continue this party in the car.....then back at my hotel.
The girls giggle and I stop them with a small smile.
Steve Lenton: How about you give’em your number and hotel address....and they can catch a cab back?
Tyson DeMarco: Pffff.....fine. Sorry girls gotta go.
Although...he did give them each his hotel number and phone number. We got to the car and I buckled up. DeMarco didn’t want to, it was like talking to a kid, I swear to God. I started the car and started to make my way to the hotel. DeMarco was drunk, and he was obnoxious.
Tyson DeMarco: We need some tunes man....
Steve Lenton: I need to concentrate driving.
Tyson DeMarco: Nigga, c’mon....whatchu afraid of, what the music is gonna hurt yo poor sensitive ass ears or some shit?
Steve Lenton: I had something to drink too, so I need to make sure we don’t end up doin’ something--
The radio was blaring.....and I saw him singing loud to some rap song I didn’t even know at the time. I turned it off, he looked at me and turned it back on. We did this for four minutes....like I said...he was like a kid. I finally had enough, through my anger, I ran a stop light and yelled at him.
Steve Lenton: LISTEN, this was your idea in the first place!!! If it weren’t for me your ass would be back there and would STAY THERE!!!
Tyson DeMarco: So what you think I care?! I got bank nigga, money you wish you had. You wish you were me, and I know you do. All this shit goin’ on, admit it...you wish you had my life....you wish you were the number one pick....but the fact is you a two-timin’ cheating mothafucka who ain’t shit.
Steve Lenton: You know what fuck y--
SMASH!!!!!!
I opened my eyes and I heard sirens. What the fuck just happened. I looked at my side and I saw DeMarco, not moving. I look on in shock, like I just saw my death sentence. DeMarco...please....GOD please....
Wake Up.
The Big L was drenched in sweat like usual, looking down at the title belt in from of’em. I had a bar behind me, and powder on my hands ready to get this workout done and over with. My intentions of retaining were clear, if you could see the aches and pains in my body you’re probably cringe. over 600lbs was about to be lifted and I had that motivation staring me in my face. The place was silent as I had someone behind to spot me. With one good lunge the weight was on my shoulders, and down I went into a full squat. Primal grunts escaped from my throat as I began to power up slowly.
Trainer: Go, go, go! C’mon, up!!
I strained for a moment, almost like I wanted to break.
Trainer: Let’s go, you got this shit!!!
I blink a few times and began to rise up, and slowly....but surely, I stood up straight with a intense expression painted over the pains I felt. I placed the weight down and leaned on the bar for a moment to catch my breath. The trainer looked at me and pats me on the shoulder. He went off to go get me some more water so we could start again. I turned around, my game face beaming at the camera’s lens.
Steve Lenton: The Big L......realized something for the past couple of weeks. The Big L....he.....he ain’t never pushed himself like this before, did you know that...?
I was out of breath for a moment, I wipe my face off with my hand and begin to take a seat on the floor. The camera lowers following me.
Steve Lenton: I realized something else, The Big L, he’s got a really tough match coming up. He’s gotta get in that son of a bitch, and he has to take one of, if not the best wrestler in EXODUS Pro Wrestling right now, Johnny. Cannon. See, The Big L wanted a challenge, he offered it to anyone who thought I didn’t deserve this belt....right here...
I slowly pick up the belt and glare at it, still breathing heavily as my eyes examine it quietly.
Steve Lenton: So Johnny sauntered out....looked me in the eye, shook my hand....and he challenged me for the belt. And it hit me after my match, it hit me....that I was in the presence of a real threat. I was facing someone who’s found success as a former champion himself, and might I add...is one tough son of a bitch. And so The Big L went back to D.C. and he got ready. Planned my diet, my training, what the Hell to wear for the next TWO DAYS, The Big L was ready!!! And this should be flattering to you Johnny, you asked me if I was ready, and I showed you.
My limbs are hurting, I can’t get up from this position, and I feel like I could puke up the protein shake I had for breakfast. I train this hard for you Cannon, because I know you’re doing the same for me. See, I don’t just want some old, tired ass title defense, I wanna WAR. I wanna fight, where anyone can come out on top. Cap’n Butterfinger lemme tell you somethin’ I wouldn’t go to war with anyone else. See we had some animosity, we tried our hand at taggin’ and because of our personalities it ain’t work out so good. I remember John, I remember how The Big L had to take on LEGION by himself. He remembers how you took the Ex-Pro Tag Team Championships and showed me up. And y’know somethin’ The Big L felt like he was weak. He felt like he was the one who weaker half in our short time as a team.
I rub my chin slowly and glare away for a moment.
Steve Lenton: The real reason....why I want to face you, is to prove a point. That point is, when it matters...my talk is cheap. The Big L ran his mouth in that title match, he said a lot of shit Johnny, and couldn’t...back it...UP. And it stings your pride, it makes you feel little, but this Johnny, THIS TIME....I make it RIGHT...!! This time, I’m gonna walk that walk Johnny...and then I’m gonna use your ass as a welcoming mat!! This title right here Johnny...!!
I slowly pick it up and smack it with authority, glaring intensly.
Steve Lenton: This title right here...?! Baby girl don’t wanna leave her daddy yet! This strap I hard for, it stays with ME!! I don’t care what you think it means to you Johnny, The Big L don’t give a damn. What matters is that, I have this belt for a reason! Those long nights where The Big L didn’t know what he was gonna do with his life, out of shape, out of work; Depressed and havin’ to bump money from his parents...!!
I stop for a moment and glared at the belt, fighting back something deep inside of my heart that ached. I hold the belt up with a sincere expression this time.
Steve Lenton: Things happen for a reason...they happen because...through strife...is salvation...and I’ve found that Johnny. See we have problems Johnny, you and I we ain’t so different because we’re almost alike. We had something we loved, and we both had to walk away from it due to some circumstances. But we still both believe we are alpha males...and Johnny....there only one king of the jungle....and it’s going to be ME.
I stand up, the belt still in my possession with a proud body language oozing from me. I drape the title over my bear shoulder and grip it firm.
Steve Lenton: The Big L is going to be coming back to San Diego, California!!! He’s going to listen to those chants, “John-ny Can-non!!”, “Let’s go L!!”, the fans TEARING the ROOF off of the place!!! Thousands in the arena, MILLIONS over the globe Johnny, wanting to see the best wrestlers right now beat the livin’ Hell out of each other, not for pride, not for braggin’ rights, but for the INTER...NATIONAL....CHAMPIONSHIP!!! If you want this belt, get on your lil’ skateboard Bart, get your ass to the RIMAC Arena, put on those boots, and meet my brown ass in that ring! I’m easy to find...so don’t keep me waitin’ too long.
Trainer: Alright, get your sips in, we’re going to tearing those chest area up.
The trainer came back with a bottle of water and draped a towel over my empty left shoulder. I nod me head with a small smirk and glance at the camera and wink slowly. I walk off with my trainer as he went over my training routine. The pain here, would be worth it at the end. I knew it would be....
Fade. Static. End.