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Post by PANTHRO on Dec 18, 2013 17:01:05 GMT -6
Segment 20 for Lenton por favor! O:
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Post by PANTHRO on Dec 15, 2013 0:00:01 GMT -6
"Work Hard. Fight Harder." Prologue: Against All Odds.
We did it. Through the struggle, through the heartbreaks, the heartaches, and through the odds...we...did it. The Big L feels some type of joy in knowing that even when the chips were down, that ONE moment defined us. TROUBLE in some people’s eyes are a team that got too many tries, well the Big L can tell those people that even when you get your ass handed to you nearly five times in a row, the chain at the end has to break at some point and two weeks ago, that chain snapped like a twig. I respect The Turks, I respect what they do, and how they do it. Even though we ended up not getting a shot in the Honor Cup, goddamn does it feel good knowing we didn’t come out of this thing empty-handed. We worked our asses off, knowing this was do-or-die and we take pride in knowing we did not die in this match. When our backs are against the wall, and when there are voices inside of your head saying that you can’t do something…
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You just need to learn how to push them out.
Me and Wulf dug deep and now we’re your ExPro Tag Team Champions. That has a nice ring to it, something I can talk about to my future children. I know that at the end of the way Wulf and I are gonna have a target painted right on the back of our heads. Believe The Big L when he says this: Come get some. Me and Wulf didn’t get to the top by just cowering behind people. We didn’t get these belts by giving up, by slacking off, and without trying damn near a million times before we found the formula to break this drought. WORK HARD, FIGHT HARDER, is my mantra, and I don’t need to tell people how hard I fight everyday.
I comes with the territory, The Big L’s been fightin’ since the doctor spanked him on the ass to make sure I was alive. I’m use to fighting for everything I get, I’m use to adversity, and I’m use to critics. The Big L knows, he reads the tweets, he gets the emails, about how me and Wulf aren’t deserving of this belt, and honestly...I’m not mad at them. These people are surprised, confused, they don’t know what to think. All they know is the top tag team in Exodus--if not--in wrestling today were dethrone by these unlikely two guys who were thrown into a lethal lottery tournament months ago and have become a cohesive unit ever since.
Yeah, I’d be shocked too. But let The Big L break it down to you: He’s had people say that he’s gotten lucky before, so it does not faze The Big L. It does no budge me, does not upset me. What would upset me was if people were saying I wasn’t trying. The Big L gives 150% in everything...EVERYTHING...he does. And he’s going to give it to Zero McHannon who The Big L really familiar with. In some sort of event The Big L has witness a transformation of Zero where he’s our world champ. Through the bullshit with LEGION and The White Nights, Zero use to be a creamsicle with a sour core. But now he’s got some soul, some humility (at least I think), and now he’s at the top of his sport. There’s ONE THING...and one thing alone The Big L can say to you:
Congratulations.
Yes The Big L knows what you’ve been fighting some personal problems. He knows that you’ve lost a lot, but at the end of it all you came out as champion and did it the way I’d want to do it. That takes balls, it takes willpower, and it impressed me McHannon. Beyond your past shit, The Big L can consider you a man when you look him in the eye and show him you mean business. That belt around your waist proves you mean business. It takes a select few to hold that belt, and someday McHannon--maybe not tonight--I WILL hold the Exodus World Championship in my possession. When the time comes, if you still have that belt McHannon, The Big L is going to look you in the eyes, give you that intense look he always gives, and tell you, “I’m ready!!”
Because this match McHannon it’s gonna be The Big L, against the world champ, and all eyes are on this match. One of us is gonna show that we don’t have a championship hangover. The Big L’s ready, he’s willing, and he’s going to prove to the FINE people of San Diego, California that he’s not going to just let you roll over him like dough. No, The Big L is gonna do what he did to you back in the day. He’s gonna take his big ass boot, and aim for your orange flavored ass and send you packin’.
The Big L’s got goosebumps at this match, he’s shivering! The cold out in D.C. can’t keep The Big L down because he’s too damn hot for this match! Be prepared Zero, be prepared for EVERYTHING I throw. Because deep down you think you know what I’m gonna throw your way; But Zero, believe The Big L, he’s been throwin’ curveballs at you, now you get to see him throw those fastballs…so Zero, this is a warning...a BIG, BIG warning!!!
You Better Be Ready To Swing.
It was so surreal to hold this thing in my hands that I didn't even think I was in reality. I pinched myself, splashed some cold water on my face at the hotel, but...it was real alright. Everything looked like it was coming together for me, and when I thought I couldn't go on, I managed to let my fears subside and go out there and fight. You should have seen Wulf, it was a giant fucking party for him. Alcohol was all over the place, and...he was all over the place. This celebration, it was something else. I guess he was glad that the ride was finally over and we could finally get some time to relax. Me, I just wanted to get back in the gym. One of us had to, I had to make sure these belts stay. At the end of it...I felt uneasy, like there was no certainty that that me and Wulf would be champions forever. Maybe it was my paranoia getting the best of me, or maybe I was sort of right about being uneasy like this.
Whatever the case it might have been, all I knew was that I had a big match ahead of me for Sunday night and I had a lot to prove to myself and to the people at home. There were a lot, and I mean a lot of people who thought me and Wulf were going to get squashed. Shit, I might have bought into it if I didn't realize that me and Wulf had been through some shit, so what did we have to lose. What we lost, he gained back ten fold. Jesus Christ, I didn't think the Tag Team Championships would be so heavy...or maybe I'm exaggerating again, I do that sometimes. And so started the beginning of a new life as a champion again. I felt great, I felt even better when I found out I was going to be the subject of some sort of documentary. ESPN E:60 wanted me and they decided that they wanted me to be apart of their story about a man who had it all and had it washed away just like that.
I didn't want to bring back those bad memories in my youth. It still hurts to talk about what I did it anyway. Can't say I don't miss football, but what's done is done, and I want to get rid of that guilt stored up in my heart. It was a tough one, but...I got through the interviews. Production was good, and they told me to stay tune. But fuck was I nervous, what would people THINK about me. People know me as this lovable guy who's always got a smile on his face, always joking with the fans and always being so uplifting. What people didn't know during those harsh times was that I was depressed, I was angry, I was insecure...those feeling...I pushed away. Now I have a new life and I want to leave behind something worthwhile...so I became a wrestler...The End. Sound like I was desperate to make something of my life, but the truth was that it was my gateway to enlightenment if you want to say that. It saved my life, and I owed the sport.
I sat down at my T.V. with the phone glued to my ear.
Steve Lenton: Yeah, it's coming on at 7 tonight. Yeah...yeah it's all good, make sure Monica and Aubrey tune into it. Where's Aaron? ...Again? I thought he--Mom he's gotta move out...he's like...what? 28? I thought he got a job...? Fired. Doesn't surprise me. Listen tell him when he gets home I want to talk to sometime and see where his head is at. Yeah, I love you too mom, tell Pop I said hey. Uh-huh...bye-bye.
Things didn't change at the house, Aaron was still bumming around, and I was still trying to tell him to do the right thing and try and find his own place. But he still continues to go down the route he's going...I can't do anything but talk to him. But I couldn't think about that now...tonight was a special night. People were going to hear from people who were in my...basically everything about my life. I sighed and shook my head, nervous...
Steve Lenton: ...Let's do this.
7 o'clock, showtime.
"Second Chance: Stephen Lenton"
A scene opens up to a roundtable with journalists sitting around it; Michael Smith, Chris Connelly, Jeremy Schaap, Jeffri Chadiha, and Rachel Nichols. Papers were in their hands any many of them were paying attention to a woman. Her name, Lisa Salter, she glanced around with an intrigued glance in her eyes on her subject.
Lisa Salter: We all remember, Steve Lenton. Was a beast of a linebacker in Virginia Teach. He was a humble guy, was always smiling, and had the drive of a champion. A lot of people thought..."Hey this guy could be an All-Pro linebacker in the NFL." Well it all changed from there. He was involved in a scandal in which he knew nothing about, sources say that the scouts who recruited him for their school set him up and passed the blame on him. Well Lenton, he's a pro wrestler now.
Michael Smith: Kind of fits his personality a bit.
Lisa Salter: Yeah we want to know...how his life has transitioned since then. And I wanted to know if...
Jeffri Chadiha: If he was involved or if this mistake ruined his chances of being a pro.
Rachel Nichols: It was always a weird story when it came up. How did this happen, and who was responsible for this?
Michael Smith: The only person who knows that is Stephen and I think we might have gotten our answer.
"Football was my life...it was something that...brought out confidence inside of me and made me feel like I was somebody. In my school you either played sports or got your money taken from you by the jocks. When I played football...I wanted to change that a lot and I did a bit I think."
Lisa Salter (Narration): Stephen Lenton was born on December 19, 1082 to Debra Brown and Kurt Lenton. They lived in a small apartment complex out in Suffolk, Virginia where Stephen was surrounded by family all of the time...
Steve Lenton: I was always around family as a kid. My aunt Katherine use to live upstairs actually in our apartment. There was Aunt Linda two blocks down, Uncle Junior lived in an apartment in front of us. Then my Aunt Sara, Uncle Darrell, and Uncle Jamie lived out in the country with my grandmother. Uhm, I was use to it, I liked being around them a lot. They made it...fun...everything was fun around my house so I wasn't ever bored or...annoyed...I always had someone to play with and...it was nice.
Lisa Salter (Narration): He was a big kid, and always knew he was different from the other kids.
Steve Lenton: I remember my first day of pre-school, it was something crazy. I remember a kid...wanted half of this cookie my mom gave me with my lunch. He told me he would pay me back later. Me not being around kids, I didn't know how mischievous they were at the time (laughs) so...I waited and I waited, but he never gave me a cookie. Me growing up in a household where telling the truth was a good thing, I didn't know what "lying" was. All I knew was that if I give someone something they have to say "please" and "thank you". He said the two magic words so...that turkey sandwich didn't taste right without a chocolate chip cookie.
Lisa Salter (Narration): His parents felt as if Stephen was being picked on at school sometimes.
Debra Lenton: Stephen...was a very sweet child. He was curious, bright, and was a very nice little boy. ANd sometimes the others would take advantage of that.
Kurt Lenton: I remember he came home without his little backpack. I asked'em "Where's your stuff" he said that some kid needed to borrow it. So, I remember driving down to the school and asking to talk to the principal about this. He got his stuff back and I told'em "Don't ever let someone take your stuff. It's your's and only your's." and I remember my son, he--I knew he didn't understand saying no to people, he said "What if he really needs it?" That's when my wife and I knew...we had a very special son.
Lisa Salter (Narration): Through preschool to elementary school, his parents decided they wanted to move out of the small rural county of Suffolk and move up to Newport News. There they thought Stephen and his newborn brother Aaron would get a better life. But little did they knew Stephen would get bullied not only by students, but also by teachers...
Debra Lenton: I remember Stephen came home crying. I asked him what was wrong and he told me the teachers took his snack away and yelled at him. I remember...going up to that school and I remember raising Hell. I knew that wasn't the right school for him and pulled him from that place. When my husband got a new job at the shipyard...we moved out of Newport News and to Hampton.
Lisa Salter: Did that change?
Debra Lenton: Oh yeah, yes, it did a lot. Newport News was not...really a good place to bring your kids up in. That place was very...rugged...and dark and I knew my sons needed a brighter future than that.
Lisa Salter (Narration): After passing elementary school Stephen attended Davis Middle School. He had gained a bit of weight, and many kids would make fun of him because of his obesity.
Steve Lenton: A lot of people gave me grief about it. Sometimes, they would spread a rumor that I stank, and I always wondered WHY people didn't want to sit next to me, and they would cover their noses when they passed. That...hurt...and it kept happening for three years. That's when I discovered football and that's when I started to REALLY love the sport.
Lisa Salter (Narration): The start for his love was a free day of P.E.
Steve Lenton: I remember they wanted me to play, I was the only person they didn't pick and they just--no one wanted me, so they through me with the trash team. The cool guys always pick the cool guys and level the bottom totem pole guys to flounder. One play, this kid star QB for our team...runs for it. I remember I caught him when he wasn't looking. *SMACK* ran right into a wall, couldn't get up for five minutes, just groaning. I remember looking around like I killed him and ran to the coach for help. "What happened?" I told him we were playing football and he looked at me and asked "You do this?" I felt my heart go through my nostrils. I nod and he says, "Come see me in the office after." I go, shakin' like a dang leaf...and wouldn't you know it, coach told me about the football team...and my 7th grade year...I was a Bulldog.
Lisa Salter (Narration): Stephen went on to win championships for his school, and even was voted the #1 prospect in the peninsula area.
S Kurt Lenton: I was proud of him, I was proud he was doing something. The rules were...keep your grades afloat, stay away from the wrong crowd, and made sure you do what the coaches and teachers say. And he ended up getting straight A's during middle school and went to Bethel.
Stephen went through a transformation. He was taller, and he had lost his extra fat and turned it into muscle.
Steve Lenton: (Laughing aloud) NO ONE recognized me. I told him, "Yeah I went to Davis." they would look at me and then when I said my name...they would just...gawk. It felt good, the kid they picked on...they wanted to be friends with.
Lisa Salter (Narration): Throughout his four years in high school, Stephen was a standout at linebacker. He was ranked #1 on Rivals and he committed himself to Virginia Tech.
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Lisa Salter: How did it feel...to have your son go to such a prestegious school like Virginia Teach Mrs. Lenton?
Debra Lenton: I remember screaming and jumping up and down.
Kurt Lenton: I remember trying to calm her down. (laughing)
Lisa Salter (Narration): Stephen graduated with 3.6 almost graduating as a Valedictorian. College life was new to him, but he was able to adjust. He came into the game and made a definite impact, becoming the the new sack leader his Junior year of college with 24 sacks...beating Bruce Smith's school record.
Steve Lenton: I felt like nothing could stop me. I just had a second gear and people just...knew I was preforming well. Everyone was looking at me and I knew it. I felt like I could take our team to a National Championship with the way I was playing. Even though those years weren't a our y'know.
Lisa Salter: Did you ever blame--
Steve Lenton: No, those guys played hard, and they knew I was doing this for them. I never blamed them and took most of the burden.
Lisa Salter: They went to four consecutive bowl games winning 3 out of 4. After his senior year Stephen went into the draft, many believing him to be the number one overall pick.
Steve Lenton: I remember talking to agents...everyone wanted to sign me...and...coaches called me...representatives...owners. It was all overwhelming and it felt like...wow...I'm this important to people. Of course mom and dad knew I was...y'know...I was excited...the NFL I couldn't BELIEVE it.
Lisa Salter (Narration): Stephen seemed to be primed for success...but his story came to a tragic end. Investigations began saying that Lenton received benefits while playing at Virginia Tech. The news struck him hard and dropped his stock value.
Steve Lenton: It hurts y'know...I think about it everyday...and it hurts. I feel like I let this turn into a giant...storm of doubt and didn't answer them right away. I feel as if that...if I told the world I had nothing to do with this...I'd be in a NFL jersey right now.
Kurt Lenton: ...Steve was distraught...I was too...and Debra was nearly bawling over this. We couldn't believe this...Stephen would never steal from people...take bribes. My son isn't that type of person and I told him not to fight this...it would all blow over.
Debra Lenton: Our baby...was getting destroyed.
Lisa Salter (Narration): After the investigations were over Lenton went undrafted. Though he got some success making the team for the Buffalo Bills, he was cut after crashing his car with fellow his teammate in the car.
Steve Lenton: That was in, what else could I do. My dream was dead so I ended up holed in my apartment, gained over 100 pounds and got a part-time job.
Kurt Lenton: Steve...was in a state of depression. We always came by to check on'em, see how things were...but he looked bad...didn't look like he slept...and more importantly...didn't look like he was ever going to be the same again.
Lisa Salter (Narration): So it appeared Lenton turned up again, however he was in shape...and was in wrestling trunks. He appeared on local pro-wrestling programs in Virginia and North Carolina.
Steve Lenton: When I say I love the sport I mean it. It...is the best thing to happen to me. It keeps me focused, it makes me happy about life and it just...brings out the best in me. Many people would see it as big, muscle -having, meat-heads running around in a ring pretend fighting. No, it's dangerous, and very tactical and should be respected as what it is. I'd say it's a little more physically demanding than football. I just...remember sitting down one day watching it and something clicked in my head that I needed change. So I got my money went down to North Carolina and asked for my training and now...here I am.
Lisa Salter (Narration): Stephen has said that he misses the game somedays, but nearly forgets he played when in the ring. He wrestlers in a California promotion called Exodus Pro Wrestling. There the people love him, and he says he loves them back.
Steve Lenton: I wouldn't trade this for the world...I love this...I love the fans and the people in the company have shown their love for me. All I needed was change...and I got it...big time.
Debra Lenton: I'm just glad to see my baby boy smile again. He laughs, tell jokes, and he's so full of life and I...love him for that.
Kurt Lenton: That was the Stephen we knew, and who we still know. I'm proud of'em.
Steve Lenton: ...Nothing is impossible...I'm livin' proof of it...
The Big L was freezing, The Big L knew he should have brought a warmer jacket out on the D.C. streets. I was dressed ready to leave for San Diego. The camera was in my face as I took in deep breathes of cold air. I stared into it with my trademark sunshades and began...
Steve Lenton: Zero McHannon, The Big L's got history with you, a ton of it. The Big L knows what you're about. You ain't afraid of shit, you get the job done. That's why you got the world title, you get shit DONE. The Big L he's one to get shit done too. Time after time again, The Big L and Wulf Erikksen failed to get the tag team belts from The Turks. But with a stroke of drive and heart, WE WON! The Big L stands in front of you half of the tag champs. And so now the uphill battle commences Zero, now the company wants to know if we're ready for primetime. The Big L has this to say, I'VE BEEN READY!!! I been ready to take the next step!! The Big L heard'em knockin' at his door.
The Big L swung that son of a bitch open and he said "IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!!!" let them in, gave'em drinks, and made them feel comfortable, because they were going to be with me for a long ass time. That's apart of it Zero, it's about takin' the ball and running with it. THE BIG L...he looking to show them that as a champion, I have the ability to take on anyone they throw at me. So they throw you me, they put you in that ring Zero, and they say wrestle you. The Big L looks at them and says HELL YEAH I wanna wrestle that human Nerf ball again!!
So I want to take this opportunity to tell you straight up that I'm ready for you. Sure, you're on a roll, sure The Big L's finally got something to brag about, but ZERO McHANNON...don't get shit twisted. The Big L will not, cannot lose. He knows you're still hurting from the tragedies in your life, The Big L hurts a lot whenever he's watching a NFL game before the show on Sundays and wondering what could have been...
The Big L takes his glasses off slowly...I look into the screen with emotional eyes, scanning the camera lens.
Steve Lenton: You and me Zero, we got a lot of shit on our plate. But what brings you and I together is this sport. NOTHIN' else, the sport, the support of the THOUSANDS and MILLIONS who chant for us!! THE PEOPLE, WHO LOOK AT YOU ZERO McHANNON, AND SAY THEY WANT TO BE LIKE HIM; AND THE PEOPLE WHO LOOK AT THE BROWN-SKINNED ASSASSIN AND SAY, "I BELIEVE." We...make their dreams come true. You got the heart now Zero. Many people say on that day when you won the belt, your heart grew three sizes that day. I say I'm gonna kick your Grinch-ass down that damn cliff and WIN!!! You want to WIN?! YOU WANNA TOUGH FIGHT?! The Big L will GIVE it to you and then some!! Best be clear if you're throwin' that change out Zero, I'm gonna be in the middle of that ring ready to hand you your receipt!!
Here's what I want you to do Zero. I want you to have a fiber filled breakfast. Wheaties, bran muffins, with a glass of prune juice to help wash that down. I want you to sit on that toilet in your hotel room. Then I want you to take the Browns to the Super Bowl, McHannon. I want you push, and squeeze, and pinch, and clear your intestines. Because Sunday night, I want your ASS to have room for my size 14 BOOT!!! The boot ain't prejudice Zero, you know that and the fans know that so you should be prepared for The Big L to come at you.
You should be prepared for The Big L to come and show the world that he can hang with the best of'em; To show the WORLD that no matter who you put in front of'em HE'S GOING TO STAND TALL, REACH UP, AND PULL THE VICTORY OUT!! THAT'S WHAT MAKES THE BIG L, THE BIG L, THAT'S WHAT'S GOTTEN ME THROUGH THE LONG DAYS, AND THAT'S WHY ME AND WULF ARE CHAMPIONS. THE MOTTO DIDN'T CHANGE, THE GAME HASN'T BEEN BROKEN, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, ZERO McHANNON is the night...where The Big L shall reign victor.
Say what you want Zero, get yourself right for this match, let the people see you pour your heart out. I want that Zero McHannon because that Zero McHannon is going to try and kick my ass. That Zero McHannon is going to show The Big L he's the king of the mountain. You're going to present your ass to me Zero, and you are going to challenge me to kick it. Because you're an asshole like that. And SUNDAY NIGHT...we're going to see...who's got the bigger drive. The Big L thinks he has you beat in that department. So bring that shit on McHannon, I'm ready for it. Believe that.
The Big L pushes his shades back on his face and makes his exit towards his car. The camera stays in place and the scene begins to fade.
Fade. Static. End.
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Post by PANTHRO on Dec 14, 2013 11:39:31 GMT -6
Rejected. You can't leave me here alone with these mad heads... Lookin' mighty fine in them pants boy. Don't wurry we gon' take gud care of ya...
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Post by PANTHRO on Nov 28, 2013 16:25:40 GMT -6
Any chance I can get segment seven for The Big L? o-o
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Post by PANTHRO on Nov 26, 2013 11:52:15 GMT -6
-Make my climb towards the World Championship -Try and stay consistent against very good writers here (slackin' off lately) -Go for that 50 (been close before, but it's been alluding me) -Fight and beat Sal and Lasie in one on one matches in the future (1vs1 n00bz) That's gonna be hard. XD -Contribute more segment and community wise -TRY my hand at the WRESTLEDRAFT. -And keep being sexy as all fux.
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Post by PANTHRO on Nov 26, 2013 11:27:38 GMT -6
TO ALL NEW PEOPLE: Don't touch my shit!! Welcome to ExPro enjoy your stay and have fun!
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Post by PANTHRO on Nov 20, 2013 6:31:11 GMT -6
Exodus Pro is going to be forever a place where I'll always be happy to join a million times over. You guys are humble, funny, productive, and always want to give people a chance and I love you guys for that. Especially with you guys accepting The Big L as he is. Now...without any further mushy heartwarming Family Matters speeches.... WE GET TURNT UP 'ROUND HERE N WORDS!!!
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Post by PANTHRO on Nov 17, 2013 11:54:26 GMT -6
Prologue: The Time's Come.
Do you know...how long….The Big L has been waiting for this? Through concussion, through matches, through it all….The Big L put forth his best efforts to make it across that finish line. Everybody’s tried to stop Wulf and myself, and The Big L should feel flattered that people consider him a threat with how many are gonna be gunning for him and Wulf in this match. You got Gods and Monsters over there lookin’ like the boxart of some goddamn Boo Berry Cereal. Sally and Lasie are out of a Quentin Tarantino movie; And Wulf and I are trying to claw our ways to the Tag Team Championships. Most people say it can’t be done, The Turks are gonna be champs forever. Forever? No, they have limited time. The clock is tickin’, slowly, but surely tickin’ on the day when they do lose, and at Autumn Effect they will do just that….LOSE.
The Big L ain’t gonna try and convince ya. The Big L ain’t tryna win people over. What I’m trying to do is make you understand that through thick and thin, I WILL not CANNOT….give up. I didn’t have Wulf bring me into this team so we can go home empty handed, AW HELL NAW jack! The Big L’s going to take Wulf Erikksen. He and Wulf when we do win we’re gonna go, and we’re gonna celebrate. The Big L is gonna EAT himself into a coma, and watch Wulf power chug an entire keg without puking up at Pacific Ocean. And then we’re gonna party ALL night long across SAAAAN DIEGO, California...with the belts.
The Big L knows however that that won’t happen unless we take out the two teams that are trying to do the same thing. We’ll look at Gods and Monsters, we got Frankenberry and Boo Berry over here, makin’ a scene, hollerin’, cryin’ “Oh boo hoo, sniff, sniff, I’m not crying my mascara is running.” … “Oh boo hoo, sniff, sniff, when I was a kid my ice cream feel off of the cooone and now I want people to know my pain, boo-hoo.” BOO HOO, BOO HOO, AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT, SO SCREW….YOU!!!! Believe The Big L when he says this he has had it up to HERE….with you clowns. He has had it up to HERE with your cryptic B.S. your empty threats, and your need to try and destroy everything that is good in ExPro.
The people will back The Big L on this, if you two are heroes, the people need a goddamn REFUND on their money. Don’t nobody want your pasty white asses. Better yet, The Big L is gonna do his people a favor. He’s gonna stuff your ugly asses into a FedEX box. He’s gonna stamp and sign it correctly. THEN, he’s going to tie up his black Timberland boot, because he’s about to go to WORK!!! And I’m gonna kick BOTH your sorry asses back to MONSTER ISLAND WHERE YOUR ASSES CAME FROM!!!! Zack Lifer, Magnus Gunner, they might have put a ladder in the ring for you to climb up, but The Big L is going to take that sonofabitch wind back, and WRAP it around your heads!!!
You have no idea how long The Big L’s waited to get his hands on you. And you have no idea how long me and Wulf have wanted those Tag Team Championships. The Turks are that tag team where you gotta put a lil’ more effort into what the Hell you do in the ring. They won’t quit, they won’t die, and they won’t let their gaurd down. That’s why they ARE at the top of the tag team division, and why it’s going to feel so much better when me and my boy take those belts away. You’ve been great champions, something TROUBLE aspires to be, but we can’t do that if we don’t take the next leap and take the belts away from ya. The Big L knows your game you gotta be tough, show that thick skin, can’t nothin’ get underneath. So I’ll be straight up with you like you were with me. If you think that you’re going to retain again you’re sadly mistaken. As a matter of fact, those many times, and The Big L means MANY times we’ve faced it was by a hair. Those decisions went in your favor and everyone saw you as the truth.
How do you think that makes us feel? You probably don’t care and that’s why you work so well together. Get the job done, nothin’ else, in and out and that’s it. Well this is going to be a little bit harder, a little bit more work. Because those belts are going to be dangling in the air carelessly in the ring. The only way is up, and that’s where we’re going. So you can say what you want act like our team isn’t ready for the next level. But the only thing blocking us from reaching that next level….is The Turks. I respect you Sally and Lasie, but the gloves come off. The belts are going to be going home with someone and it sure as Hell is gonna be goin’ home with Wulf Erikksen and Steve Lenton!
Sunday Night, in front of thousands in San Diego. The Big L, is going to do all he can to help win the belts. He’s going to make everything happen, for the fans in the arena, for the millions at home, this is our TIME!!! The Big L needs your support, if you feel’em he needs you to give him the strength to fight on. WIN, LOSE, OR DRAW, we’re going out swinging!! I’m not the type of cat to go down like some little punk. If I’m going to lose to the best, I’m losing while standing on my own two feet. Because deep in The Big L’s soul is a champion’s drive. I will do the necessary actions to become successful. We might stumble, we might fall, we might not make it to the finish line, but goddamn…….this road isn't going to tear us the fuck down.
Damn Straight.
November 10, 2030 Bethel High School. My dad’s always telling me that if you don’t try your best in everything then there’s no need in trying at all. I’ve got to bust my tail in order to make sure I never fall again. It’s all apart of the learning process he says, that everything happens for a reason. My dad was right….I was staring this guy down...the Oklahomas were intense. I could hear the music playing loud from the speakers. Sweat was dripping down my face from a long hard day of practice. Coach wanted to see if we were jacked up for the Homecoming game against Pheobus coming up. Wanted us hype, intense, focused...for me I was just a little nervous. I’m starting and people had eyes on me. Schools wanted to pick me up. Penn State, Syracuse, USC, Michigan….things were starting to heat up. I had everyone rooting for me, I was the hometown guy, the people wanted to cheer for. I had to do my best if not for myself, but for the people. That rush or hearing people chant your number in the crowd, man, it’s amazin’.
TOOT!!!! I got the ball and ran right into the defender. He tried to bring me down and I kept trucking, I jerked around trying to get free, but he got me. I laid there for a moment before I saw his hand come up. Teammate: Good stuff L.I stood up without hesitation, I glared at Coach. He was a big guy, tattoos on his body, bald, with a thick goatee and stacked like a house. He was wearing a Bethel Bruins T-Shirt and had a whistle around his neck while he grabbed the clipboard in his hand tightly. He took his sunshades off and looked me dead in the eye. I was about to get another lecture from my dad. Steve Lenton was his name, a tough and stubborn old man who was a beast back in college before his incident cost him his career. My dad was a hardworking guy at the school, and he wanted to make sure I did my best in everything. But shit, sometimes dads can be a little overprotective of their son if they’re the star runningback for the team. The name’s Lorenzo Lenton II...named after my great grandfather. I guess pop saw some of great granddad in me. He always said that he was a good man. That he was strong, and loved everyone he was around. That’s why I was born with the name, although it sounded pretty damn old, I didn’t tell dad that. Dad glared around for a moment as the team gathered around.
Coach Lenton: Alright boys, you and I both know what we gotta do on Friday night. Phebus has been champions for nearly five years straight. We’ve made the playoffs plenty of times, but never got pass the hump to get our hands on the cup. Now we put in the work, and we put in the time. Time is up….and we’re about to show WHY we’re the best team in the Hampton District! Alright…?!Team: Yes Coach!Coach Lenton: Alright…now….what are the 3D’s of this team.Team: DRIVE. DISCIPLINE. DETERMINATION!!Coach Lenton: Who are we?!Team: B-E-T-H-E-L!!!Coach Lenton: Who?!Team: BRUINS!!!!Coach Lenton: TRUE. Now bring it in.We gathered around dad and held our hands up.
Coach Lenton: Team on three: One, two, three….Team: TEAM!!!We went to the locker rooms, dad walked slow to walk beside me with a big smile.
Coach Lenton: Excited?Lorenzo Lenton: I’m scared out of my freaking mind.Coach Lenton: Of what? Lorenzo Lenton: Well, we got scouts knockin’ at the door, some of’em are gonna be at the game. And to put the icing on the cake, we’re playing like….the biggest game of the season against an undefeated team. Now how would you call that?Coach Lenton: My kinda Friday night.I sigh and dad puts an arm around me and shakes me lightly.
Coach Lenton: Listen Ren, don’t let it get to you. You’re going to be fine, just relax and things will work out.Lorenzo Lenton: That’s what we said last time, and we got squashed by them last year...then this season, and now we got’em again. We ain’t gonna win the ‘ship dad let’s face the facts.Coach Lenton: That sounds like an opinion more than a fact.We got the tools, talent, and the coaching to get there son. It’s a matter of being patient and when that door swings open you jump inside of it. We’re gonna win son, so don’t you worry we’ve got this game in the books.Lorenzo Lenton: Fine I’ll call it reality then. Besides, each time we play I always choke at the end when they need me the most. Like that time I missed that block and Frank got injured in that game? He was out for the rest of the season. Coach Lenton: You’re going to be okay as long as you calm down, play your game, and be cool. Y’know a long time ago your old man use to say the same things. Y’know a long time ago your old man use to say the same things.Lorenzo Lenton: You...being gloomy? That’sa first, you’re always Mr. Sunnyside Up.He chuckles and rubs the top of my head as we enter the locker room. He went to his office and saw down, looking at me. I sat down in front of him.
Coach Lenton: I wasn’t always happen...back in the day when I use to wrestle…..
March 10, 2007 NCWC: North Carolina Wrestling Championship ? ? ?: It should be fine dude, just let me know when and what you're going to do and this should be a solid one.
Steve Lenton: Alright, thanks man, I uh...appreciate it.
? ? ?: See you out there rookie. Bach. That’s all I could hear was Bach playing through my little room. There I was pudgy, looking like I hadn’t been out of the house in years, and I wanted to be a wrestler. Who was I kiddin’ man? Who would waste their time on me? I let everyone down, my friends and family. So what the Hell was I doing? That was until I met Patty and we taught me how to let my past go and be a man. Patty was pacing back and forth as I sat there, trying to cool down, calm, cool, collected rang through my brain.
Patty O’Shannon: Breathe kid….and exhale….you’re going to be fine alright…? You got this knot in yer gut I know, that’sa good thing. Fighters get nervous all of the time, ain’t no shame in bein’ scared. You go out there and you make a fool outta yer’self well….there goes the year and a half work you put in. All of it down the shitter your hear...?! Steve Lenton: I-I don't think I can do it Pat. This is a lot of pressure I-I-I just don't know.Patty O'Shannon: What do you mean y'don't know. You better know quick or you're gonna get eaten alive out there. This business ain't for the weak kid. It's for of animals, bloodthirsty animals who wanna pick your flesh through their teeth!! They got no heart in that ring, they ain't got a soul. All they see if you in front of a paycheck! They don't give two squats about your feelings!Steve Lenton: What if I mess up--He gives me a thump on the head.
Patty O'Shannon: Don't even think about it you sonofabitch. You ain't goin' like that. Now close your eyes, you hear that...? I love this part...I closed my eyes as the cello began to play in such a nice melody. Patty swayed side to side to the song.
Patty O'Shannon: Lovely, lovely, just simply lovely. Now picture your match like a work of music, a little...symphony of your own kid. This is your show, you're the conductor and the people need you to guide'em to a wonderful piece kid. Be Bach, wonderful, smooth, harmonic, and graceful....Steve Lenton: ....I took a deep breath, continuing to listen to the song.
Steve Lenton: ....I think I'm ready.Patty O'Shannon: Good, good, good, good....alright then. I'll stay back, you go and kick some ass kid! Go on now, make me proud!!I opened the door and walked down the hallway. It was quiet, and lonely, a few eyes glared at me as I walked through the curtains. My music played and I played my part, giving into the crowd, letting them show their reactions. The guy I faced off against was the top star of their company. Johnny Envy was his name, the supposed "bad guy" in this match. He watched me get in the ring and talked some trash, I looked back at him and paced the ring. The crowd didn't know who I was so some boos we're heard. Johnny and I locked up and soon it began.
Johnny Envy: Power me into the corner.Steve Lenton: Okay.I got him in the corner and then the referee started a count. I broke clean, and Johnny pie faced me. I come back and unloaded with right hands and had him slumped.
Steve Lenton: I-I'm gonna run for a splash you move....I backed up and went for a body avalanche and Envy moved out of the way. That's win he grabbed me from behind and suplexed me. I felt my neck spring off of the mat. Everything suddenly began to ring as I looked around. He went for a pin and instinctively I kicked out. I didn't know what happened but there was pain, a lot of it.
Johnny Envy: You okay?Steve Lenton: Uh yeah.Johnny picked me up and went for a bodyslam, I stopped it, and then grabbed him for a vertical suplex. As I slammmed him I felt a sharp sting in my neck. I held onto it and tried to play it off. Suddenly, when I went to pick Johnny up he grabbed my neck and twisted it which made it worst. Johnny watched me fall and had a look of concern on his face when he saw me on the ground withering in real pain. He went for a pin...
Johnny Envy: Dude are you okay? We can stop this right now, just signal--Steve Lenton: No, keep going!!Johnny was hesitating for a moment, not wanting to move me. I didn't know if I broke my neck or not. Johnny picked me up and tossed me into the turnbuckle. A few punches I got snapped down to the mat.
Johnny Envy: Look I'm gonna hit the splash and then we can call it alright?Steve Lenton: No, we gotta keep going we have five more minutes.Johnny Envy: Sigh...He stomped me and I reacted. Johnny climbed up for the splash, but I sprang up and got on the top rope with him. I grabbed him and hit a superplex. The force made my neck feel worse. Everything felt numb at that moment. The crowd was silent for a moment. Suddenly, I kipped up onto my feet and got the crowd back into it. Patty was watching in the crowd, he gave a small nod and thumbs up. I rubbed my neck and the adrenaline started to kick in. Soon we wrestled the rest of the match and Patty waited for me with a bottle of water and some ice backstage. Of course I didn't win, new face same rules. Patty sat beside me, icing my neck as I looked on tired.
Steve Lenton: That was a mess.Patty O'Shannon: Welcome to the sport son. Here's some water.He handed me the bottle and I drank slowly.
Patty O'Shannon: You did good, besides from some bumps kid you did good. I know you were nervous, but you gutted up and continued. That's what it's about the grind...how hard you can go...can you get back up. You nearly tore your neck to pieces, but you did it fightin'!! Good work kid.Steve Lenton: Now what?Patty O'Shannon: Now we get your ass in a bed and hope you don't wake up with a crooked neck!! C'mon I'll take ya home...after you get paid.Steve Lenton: Hey Pat.Patty stopped to look at me.
Steve Lenton: Thanks...Pat waved it off lightly and went to go pull the car around. On that day I knew what Pat was trying to tell me. The pain was real, I would have to find the fortitude to push through that pain. With my pain, the nerves went away, and I focused on the task at hand. And then...I became good...REALLY good...
Lorenzo Lenton: That’s a nice story and all dad, but...how does that help ME exactly? Coach Lenton: Things might not go your way the first time, Hell they may go against you. But at the end, it pays off...and sooner or later that hard work will show. Lorenzo Lenton: That it? Coach Lenton: Yep. I sigh and stand up slowly…
Lorenzo Lenton: See you at home dad… Coach Lenton: Remember what I told ya.
Lorenzo Lenton: Yeah...I know dad...I'll try.
That was easier said than done. How the Hell was I going to take something like THAT and turn that into a positive. I sighed slowly and walked to the locker room, head down and eyes to the ground. Homecoming night was going to be a long one.
Coach Lenton: ALRIGHT, we came here to make a statement. These guys think they can whoop our ass and go home undefeated. Well I think that they're wrong!! I think that they don't have a chance of beating us! We got HEART, we're TOUGH, and more importantly we WILL NOT STOP...UNTIL THE LAST WHISTLE!!! This is your time to shine...make it count boys!!!! The band was playing and the fans were rowdy. My heart was thumping hard at the drums that smashed and boomed like thunder.
Coach Lenton: ALRIGHT LET'S GO!!!!
We ran out onto the field to cheers. I looked at it all, soaking it all in and realizing how far I came. I wasn't just some freshman trying to make his dad proud. I was a grown man trying to show the world what I could do. I closed my eyes and took in the fan's support...I was relaxed...and ready to play ball. The game started and it was a tough game, they didn't give us anything. I was running good enough for the scouts to take notice at least. It was scoreless and it seemed like it was going to come down to the wire.
Quarterback: SET, HIKE!!!He handed the ball off to me. I ran as fast as I could, but when I went for the sideline I got blindsided by a hard tackle. I laid there dazed, and didn't get up. Everyone gasped, and dad ran over to check on me.
Coach Lenton: LORENZO. Hey, Lo you okay?! Huh?!EMT: Let us check on him. Gonna need you to move Mr. Lenton, please.Coach Lenton: ....Okay, okay, I'm moving.I slowly began to sit up and look around. I stood up and shook my arms for a second. It was just a stinger. I looked at the doctors and my dad.
Coach Lenton: Are you okay son? Lorenzo Lenton: Yeah, I just got the wind knocked out of me dad...it's fine. Coach Lenton: Are you sure?! We might need you to sit-- Lorenzo Lenton: No, no sitting out. I gotta finish this game dad.... I turned out and glared at the doctors.
Lorenzo Lenton: ...I'm good. I get back on the field with a very relaxed expression on my face.
Quarterback: You alright man? Lorenzo Lenton: Yeah, ayo let's run that back. Quarterback: What...? That's pretty crazy Ren...I don't know if Co-- Lorenzo Lenton: Let's run it again. Quarterback: ...Alright...Slash on Two ready... Team: BREAK. We lined up, I glared around at the field ready to make my move. Everyone didn't know if I was going to make it or not. Many people thought the doctors weren't doing my job, but they could tell I was okay. As soon as the QB made that call-out I was ready. Something inside of just wanted to come out. I was ready for it...
HIKE!!!
The ball went in my hands and I cut to the right. A small hole opened up so I cut hard into the middle. The crowd cheered. One defender went to wrap me up, but I spin around him. Another was coming on my left, so I lifted my arm up and punched him in the mask. Coach Lenton: GO!!! GO!!!!! Suddenly I was up the field, the other team couldn't catch me. I was in the endzone and we had scored. Everything was going for me that game and I ended up scoring three times. We shut out Pheobus and won the game. Everyone was excited....I was excited...DAD was excited. Everything made sense now, everything dad said opened my eyes to something. Dad walked over to me as I sat on the bench while everyone celebrated. I smirked lightly and turned to him.
Coach Lenton: So...how do you feel? I put a hand on his knee and pat it.
Lorenzo Lenton: Like I could take on the world... Coach Lenton: I'm glad. Lorenzo Lenton: Me too dad....me too. We sat there until the celebrating died down. After that...well...watch ESPN and you might see me rockin' the VT on the side of my helmet. Like father.
Like Son...
The scene fades into The Big L in an empty RIMAC Arena. The scene was in black and white. The Big L was dressed in a fitting T-Shirt, jeans, and black Polo boots. The Big L stood there with his palm out, looking at it. He points to it, showing the camera for a moment. I keep my eyes on my palm, focused on it, my eyes never budging from it.
Steve Lenton: The Big L told himself someday, he was gonna meet a hot lil' mama, marry her, and make a baby. He would have a son, a little boy, and each night he would tell his little boy the stories of his time wrestling. He would hold him high up...and he would tell him of his ups and downs, his failures and accomplishments....he would pour his heart and soul into his loving little boy. He would prove EVERYTHING to this little boy and show him that his old man can go. That's what my dad did, that's what my grandfather the late Lorenzo Lenton did with my dad, and I'm continuing the chain. One of the things The Big L is gonna tell his boy is that, once upon a time people didn't think The Big L and Wulf Erikksen wouldn't be a good tag team. That people saw us as a joke, a freakshow walking around, but then we started showin' that we can compete. It could be a tag team match, a six-man, eight-man, it didn't matter. Me and Wulf were on the same page and as a result we've come this far. We've done so much to try and get those Tag Team Championships and yet they seem so far away. The Big L realized the struggle was real. He would have to fight a tough fight against The Turks, and I was prepared for that third match. But then...I smack my right hand into my left, signifying something.
Steve Lenton: The Big L wakes up minutes later with people waving lights in his face asking if he can remember anything. I ask'em what the Hell happened, and the answer I get? Zack Lifer. Lifer blindsides The Big L, put'em down, and then to make matters even more of a Hell...they put themselves in the tag title match. These two walking horror movies want to try and muscle their way into our match. The Big L is sorry to say but every monster in those movies DIES!! You think you're big, you think you're BAD, but the truth is you're just scared lil' boys with insecurities tryna make a name for yourselves. The Big L get's it you want people to pay attention to you. But The ONE and ONLY will not let you do it on his account. So The Big L is going to open up a fresh box of KICK ASS on your lame asses, and send you back to whatever hole in the abyss you came out of!!! The Big L is many things, but The Big L isn't a liar when he says he wants to put you out of this match as quick as possible. The Big L wants you to feel what the Hell he felt when you wrapped your arm around his neck and gave him a concussion. The Big L wants you to feel Magnus Gunner what a chair feels like wrapped around your skull like what you did to Wulf. THE BIG L WANTS YOU TO FEEL THE SAME WAY, YOU WANTED TROUBLE TO FEEL: VICTIMIZED!!!! You can run, you can hide, but this heat-seeking boot is comin' STRAIGHT for your Lord of the Flies wannabe asses!! All I hear is them talkin', non-stop about nothin'. Zack Lifer likes to feel like he won two weeks ago. Well lemme show you what you've won Zack. This twenty inch bicep...?!The Big L points at his right arm and taps the bicep.
Steve Lenton: You've won an atom bomb being dropped on top of your fuckin' HEAD!!! YOU'VE WON A PAID TRIP WITH YOUR PARTNER GUNNER TO GO STRAIGHT TO HELL. A hero the people don't deserve. What the people deserve is to breathe and get away from guys like you!! Get ready to lose Sunday night, because me and Wulf will make DAMN sure you don't walk out with the belts. Magnus Gunner...wearin' that L'oreal...if you wanted your eyes blacken you should've asked me, I would've knocked your ass out for free instead of wastin' $8 on your neck vile!!I calm down for a moment, my eyes turning serious...
Steve Lenton: Then.....it's the Turks. We've faced...we've fought...and at the end of the day...you both have a legacy that's cemented in Exodus. You two have held those belts for so long, you've been the longest reigning champions by far in this company. Many people believe that you're going to lose...but tonight isn't the night. Many people wanna ride the Turks bandwagon because it hasn't run out of steam yet. But what happens if someone were to derail the tracks like me and Wulf?! See...you have a legacy...Sally, Lass, you have a legacy already starting for you. The history that will be written in Exodus's long stint...will mention you countless times. But don't you never, NEVER, NEVER, NEVAAAA...count us out. Because you see believe it or not I’m sick of losing to you. I’m sick of trying my hardest to beat you and ending up coming short. It’s a piece of Hell for me personally to even see you walk with the belts. The Big L hates it because it’s almost like you’re flaunting it, rubbin’ in The Big L’s face. The Big L ain’t going to let the belts escape again. It might be high up in the rafters or it can be underground, I don’t give a fuck. We are NOT walking out empty handed. Not Sunday...Sally wanted to go and say that jealousy, envy, and greed are what DRIVE us. That we're JEALOUS of them, I'll admit, The Big L is a hungry motherfucker. The Big L loves himself something to eat, and you're just feeding The Big L more ammo as to why he really wants to take those belts. Since you and Lass have been champs you've been disconnected from what the belts mean. Yeah they mean you're on top, but you treat things as a chore instead of ENJOYING yourself. You treat the belts as a paper weight instead of asking yourself "What the Hell is it that's missing" That hole in the middle of your stomach is from you not being hungry. Yeah determination can get you anyway, and that's why you got the belts. But you are not HUNGRY!! That connection I feel with the crowd when that music hits, when I hit a big move, I FEEL that, it makes me want MORE. If that makes me greedy, wanting to have the appreciation of the fans, then I'm a goddamned GLUTTON!!! So here's the thing Sally for you it's GREED, for me it's being HUNGRY for so long that it's finally time for us to eat. The Tag Team Championships you carry about your tiny little size 4 waist is going to be wrapped around my thick ass waist. You may have realized what the belts are and what they mean to Exodus Pro...I pound my chest with my right hand.
Steve Lenton: But The Big L knows what the belts mean to ExPro...and the fans. Because RIGHT HERE...
I hold my arms out.
Steve Lenton (echo): IN RIMAC ARENA in BEAUTIFUL SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIAAAA...!!!
I look back at the lens with intensity.
Steve Lenton: One side is gonna be chantin' loud and clear, "LET'S GO TURKS!!", "LET'S GO TURKS!!!", "LET'S GO TURKS!!" and the other side, loud and proud are gonna chant like a tribe of wild animals, "HERE COMES TROUBLE!!!" *clap-clap-clapclapclap*, "HERE COMES TROUBLE!!!" *clap-clap-clapclapclap* like a frenzy!!!! AND when that dust settles...WHEN EVERYTHING IS SAID AND DONE...TROUBLE...WILL BE YOUR NEW CHAMPIONS!!! AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW....NOW YOU KNOW!!!
I make a B-line for the exit, finished with my statement and ready for a fight. They better get their camera's ready, because King Kong is comin' back for a fuckin' sequel.
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Post by PANTHRO on Nov 2, 2013 21:49:56 GMT -6
Prologue: Underdog: What Would Blake Do? I’ve heard’em loud and clear, I’ve heard the critics, the skeptics. They think that Wulf, myself, and Jack Napier ain’t gonna be walkin’ out of Cali in one piece. They think that we’re not going to stand a chance that this is gonna be a squash. I mean why even try, why put up a fight if it’s nothing but a lost cause? The Big L will tell you why we fight, because no matter what the circumstance, no matter who we’ve got to beat to get to the next day, we can’t just give up. I just don’t GIVE...UP. That word is blasphemy to me, it makes me sour to the core. The Big L knows he’s in for a fight, shit, he was in a big fight two weeks ago when he had to face off against THREE promising wrestlers. People thought that this was a toss up and y’know it was. The Big L came in, fought, and left with the V and he ain’t even mad. But The Big L knows that this week is the big one. Nine competitors, one ring, all working as a team to see who’s going to be coming out of San Diego the victor.
The Big L sees his opponents, Turks, Gods and Monsters, dangerous, vicious, focused. I know about Sally and Lasie, kicked our asses in the past. They made us see what we had to do in order to take the next step and attempt to take their belts. The Big L knows they can fight, he knows they’ve got the drive to win this match, and that just make their case stronger when they throw in Chris Strike in the mix. Big L won’t lie, his heart his beating, his body’s numb from anticipation. But that don’t mean I’m gonna lay down. People think you guys are going to win, they believe that the people in this match are due to circumstance. I’ll tell you now, I’m nervous. I’m nervous because this fucking match is a mixed hat and I don’t know the outcome.
That’s why I love this sport.
The unknown is out there, it’s deep wide and wild, and I want to be in the middle of it. I want to face everything dangerous and vicious HEAD ON!! Because what the Hell does that say about me?! What does that say about Steve Lenton?! I want to be remembered for something, it don’t matter if it’s for a belt or if it’s because of accolades. What I want to be remember for the next ten years is that I didn’t QUIT!! QUITTING, means that I laid down! QUITTING means that I allowed those inner voices of doubt to rule my life!! QUITTING MEANS I WAS GUTLESS!!! The Big L...is not going to come into this match and not get his licks in. He sees you Turks and Chris Strike. Three people put together, three great performers put into this squared circle.
You three are something I really do aspire to be I really do. I look at you and people put you on this pedestal, they’ve labeled you great. Where ever you go people remember your legacy. You craved a patch into this company’s history, and to you it isn’t a big deal. It’s just another job, punch in and punch out. You’ve got a cerebral approach to this game, and I might not understand it, but in due time I believe I’ll be able to get the jist of what it means to be a wrestler. I know you’re great, Chris Strike...is great. I know your credentials, and I know what’s got to be done. The Turks and Chris Strike are like the Megapowers of this match, like an unstoppable force.
But The Big L is gonna look at force in the face, he’s going to tighten up his boots, and he’s going to FORCE his BOOT up each one of your asses!! Because The Big L respects your game, he respects the people and the competitor; But Turks...Strike...you’re gonna have to respect what the Big L brings to his team’s table. For what little experience in this game, I’ve got, I make up for with my personality. The hype meter is always in the red, IT DON’T STOP!!! That motor, it’s like a bullet train, and either you move out of the way or get flattened by this brown skin, two hundred and fifty pound locomotive, that feeds off of adversity!!
You guys are gonna do what you do best, that's cool, he expects nothing less from the three of you. Just know The Big L is going to do what he does best, go out in front of the THOUSANDS in attendance, and MILLIONS watching at home, and entertain them. I'm goin' to give these people a great match, my TEAM is willing to give these fans a great match!! But there's been something bugging me, Zack Lifer and Magnus Gunner. They've been bugging me lately. Ever since I got my bell rang by Zack I've realized that these guys aren't here to play by the rules, they don't CARE, what people want and they are willing to sacrifice everyone on this roster just to meet their own goals. The Big L gets there game, he's known Magnus Gunner for awhile, he knows the type of man he is. He's torment many people since he joined, and he won't stop, not until someone stands up to him. So The Big L and his team have the task of making a statement to Gods and Monsters, and that statement is this: The best way to beat fear is to BEAT UP fear!!
Gods and Monsters they want you to believe that they're doing this for the greater good. They want you to think that they do all of this for what's right. Because the "injustice" that they've faced demands retribution. They want revenge on something that doesn't exist. The Gods and Monsters, the men who shield themselves from the reality of the world need a rude awakening. Zack Lifer and Magnus Gunner, lemme tell you something that might be....NEW...to you. The Big L does not care what you're fighting for because it's bullshit. Your chance to speak, to let people hear you out, went out of the window when you attacked me and Wulf. And now you're going to fall flat on your HEADS!!! Lifer, I ain't forgot what you did to me, you made me vulnerable, you do something no one's done in ExPro before, and I know you feel good about yourself. GO AHEAD, give yourself a pat on the back you greasy son of a bitch. Because when I get my hands on you in this match, BELIEVE me, I'm going to be returning the favor.
I'll be damned if I let a mascara wearin', I-don't-know-what-a-comb-is lookin' son of a bitch try and scare me up a tree. And I'm not gonna let a Dollar Tree brand Hannibal Lecter in Kira Zeppeli get the best of me. The stage is set, the curtains are risin' and The Big L is itchin' to get back in that ring and prove once again that even though people might think we don't have a chance, we're still going to FIGHT! Because whether you like it or not, we're going to keep moving forward. One of the biggest matches in Exodus Pro Wrestling right now will see which team is going to get that push they need for the Tag Team Championships, and Wulf and myself along with the help of Jack...need as much as a push as we can get.
I want it, I want this match real bad. I keep asking myself, how am I gonna do it?! What do I have to do in order to secure the win for my friends? And then a question popped into my head, I asked myself what would Blake Jones do. Because people believe him to be the ultimate underdog. Many people want an underdog, and so they put Blake on that pedestal. And as I think about it, and as I’ve talked with Blake, I know what he would do. Shut the fuck up, put my trunks on and make it happen. I could say that Blake is my biggest inspiration. I wish I had his heart, because never in my career have I felt so much pressure. And I look at Blake Jones, I see his heart and desire; I can feel his energy, and I know he's someone who's going to be great in this company. I look at Blake, and I can only wish I was half the man he was, because he's faced some tough people in this career. And each time I see him, he's still looking to face the next big challenge, NEVER backing down from anyone who people consider too good. Blake Jones is someone I want to be like, and my first step of reaching that elite status of pride and toughness is rallying my people together and WINNING. Call it an upset, a fluke, anything that you can come with, but the bottom line. That referee is going to raise our arms in the air!! And the bell is gonna go ring-a-ding-ding-ding!! And the announcer is gonna come on, and scream for the THOUSANDS TO HEAR. YOUR WINNERS, TROUBLE....and JACK NAPIER!!!! It's gonna happen.
Wait And See.
North Carolina Roughhouse School of Wrestling October 26, 2013
It had been awhile since I had seen this old warehouse. It was three and a half years actually. The place was still rusty, and looked like it was gonna fall apart any moment now. Nostalgia is one hell of a thing. I smiled to myself with my bag in my hand as I went and opened the door. I glared around at the enormous space, exercise equipment, an old ring and a few mats for the amateur wrestlers. The guy who ran this place was an 80 year old man named Patty O'Shannon. Patty was a tough old geezer, he had done it all, he was a great amateur wrestler, a great coach, and a great pro wrestler back in his day. Patty was standing on the apron, dressed in the same outfit I last saw him in, a pair of track pants, a track jacket, running shoes, and his glasses perched on his head with his hearing aid in.
Patty O'Shannon: That's not how you do a headlock you sonofabitch! It's gotta be tight....TIGHT!!! I want that goddamned headlock as tight as a nun on prom night!!! Getouttamyface....
Patty was still Patty, just the way I left him. I strolled up towards the apron, placing my bag down and lean against it. Steve Lenton: Ahem, excuse me I'm looking to join your school.
Patty O'Shannon: Go see my assistance, I'm busy.
Steve Lenton: Can you point me to her?
Patty O'Shannon: What are you hard of hearin' I said I'm--
He turned around, his old hand shook as he pulled his glasses up onto his face and looked at me. He gave a big smile and slowly came down to the floor. He looked me over and grabbed me by the head with both hands.
Patty O'Shannon: Stevie....you beautiful son of a bitch...how are ya kid, how are ya?
Steve Lenton: I'm good Pat, glad to see you're still kickin'.
Patty O'Shannon: God don't want me yet, too stubborn to go. Ticker's still goin' y' hear that...huh?
Steve Lenton: Yeah I do.
Patty O'Shannon: I--HEY....What the Hell was that?!
I turned and saw him looking at the circles.
Patty O'Shannon: You hip escape like an old FUCKIN' woman!! I want 200 forward rolls! Don't give me any lip you bum!!!
Patty looked back at me with a warm smile and place a hand on my shoulder.
Patty O'Shannon: C'mon walk with me, talk. What are ya doin’ kid, thought you left to be a big star.
Steve Lenton: You know just...wanted to see how the place is doin’. Haven’t seen you in awhile, all I get nowadays is a birthday card from you.
Patty O’Shannon: It’s a sonofabitch to train these bums kid, you know that. Old man like me...is lucky to wake up without havin’ a heartattack.
Steve Lenton: I know Pat…
Patty O’Shannon: Listen uh, kid, we had a lot of kids come in lately. Some of’em don’t even know a snapmare from a full nelson….I was wonderin’ if you got the time….I’d like your help. Let the kids know what they could be if they’d shut their mouths and pay attention once in their young lives y’know. Youth is a scary thing, they give kids the idea they can be anything they want, but won’t tell’em to break their back for it. They ain’t like you and me Stevie, they’re too goddamn soft. That’s why I’m whippin’ them into shape! They gotta learn, they gotta….
He places a shaky hand on my shoulder.
Patty O’Shannon; Since you’re here, help an old man out. I ain’t got no more energy like I did three years ago kid, I’m startin’ to get tired. Help an old man out.
I think about it for a moment, this was kind of a surprise. I was just gonna ask to train here for a bit to get ready for my match. But it looked like Patty needed some help. I pat him on the shoulder and nod my head.
Steve Lenton: Point me to’em.
Patty O’Shannon: Good, good, good….ALRIGHT YOU BUMS GATHER ‘ROUND THE RING! C’mon I ain’t got all goddamn day, I’m old, I shouldn’t be raisin’ me voice like this, I need it, I wanna sing on Broadway before I die! C’mon!!! Alright, good, good, good job you’re listenin’ shows character! I want you all to look at this big bronze son of a bitch! This is one of my alumni students, one of the best I’ve had in years!! This kid right here is a stud, train’em from the bottom upward. Look at’em, I’m proud of this bastard. He’s gonna help me….teach you bums….what it means to WANT to be great. You ain’t got that fire in yer bellies, all I see is smoke, none of ya want it bad. So without my yappin’ heres Stevie….go on kid talk to’em.
I glare around the ring, pacing it as I look at them all.
Steve Lenton: When I started I was 300lbs of fat and no motivation. I remember the first time I came in here, I didn’t know what to expect. Pat was there training people, and I asked him about the classes, he turned me away at first sight. Pat’s got an eye for talent, so each day I would come back, asking him, and he would turn me away calling me a “bum” and a “wannabe”. Each day, I would come….and Pat would just test me, seeing if I would give up. My last chance I nearly begged him to train. I was ready to head out, but he threw me a locker key, pointed me to the locker rooms and told me to get ready. That man beat my ass each day, and each night and he did it because he believed in me.
What makes you great….is your dedication to this sport. This sport can save lives, because it saved mine. I think God everyday that I was able to meet someone like Patty. He’ll train you right, make you into a man, and he’ll do it...because he fuckin’ loves each and every one of us. He’s 80 years old, givin’ 100%, he expects that from you all. Make this old bastard proud and lend him your ears. He won’t steer you wrong….believe me.
The gave a round of applause as Patty stood behind and winked at me with a half smirk. He came out of the corner.
Patty O’Shannon: Enough of this sappy crap! Alright you bums time for some ring work!! Get ready for HELL! Give me someone, you’re up against Stevie here. ALL of you are gonna take a crack at’em. C’mon line on up.
Steve Lenton: What…?!
Patty O’Shannon: You turnin’ into a chicken now kid? C’mon for old time sakes make Patty happy, will ya?
I glare at him and sigh, I formed a smile.
Steve Lenton: Alright, who’s up?!
Patty O’Shannon: You’re somethin’ else kid y’know that?
Steve Lenton: I can’t feel my legs.
Patty O’Shannon: Gehehehe…..just like ol’times huh?
Steve Lenton: Forgot how much Hell this was.
Patty O’Shannon: That was your first mistake: You never forget your roots kids….never.
Steve Lenton: Yeah.
Patty O’Shannon: How ya feelin’ kid, word around the grapevine is that you got your noggin scrambled.
Steve Lenton: Yeah, I’m good. I came here to get some trainin’ done, believe it or not...uhm...wanted to stay sharp for this match, didn’t want to end up on the shelf again.
Patty O’Shannon: I know kid. I know you might be feelin’ a lil uh….hurt, don’t know if the guts are there are not, am I right?
I nod my head lightly. He takes a slow knee down and places a hand on my shoulder.
Patty O’Shannon: Steve...I ain’t tell nobody this….but kid….the guts are there, LOCKED away deep away...but they’re there. You gotta find’em again, you gotta want’em! You gotta FIGHT, you got to….or else that’s it for you….no turning back. But I know you kid, you got the heart to do it...you’re the strongest son of a bitch I’ve ever met in my 53 years of wrestling.
Steve Lenton: Thanks Patty….
Patty O’Shannon: ….Remember my story about Milo...of Croton.
Steve Lenton: About a million times.
Patty O’Shannon: One of the strongest Greek wrestlers of all time. Was unbeaten….wanna know what did beat him though?
Steve Lenton: His ego.
Patty O’Shannon: Right, any man who thinks himself God, gets devoured by the wolves. Don’t let the wolves get ya kid, always stay true, pure, and serene. There are wolves everywhere you go kid….it’s up to you to fight them or not. This match kid….the wolves...they’re gonna be comin’ in hungry and ready to eat you alive!! So when those bastards do come for ya….you look those bastards in the eye….and you tell’em….”COME AND GET IT YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!!” and you fight….that’s all ya can do...that’s all I ever taught ya.
Steve Lenton: Yes sir…..
Patty O’Shannon: ….Here...take this….go on.
He took off a ring from around his neck.
Patty O’Shannon: This was given to me as a young boy by Lou Thesz….one of the best. He gave it to me at a show, I ain’t have a pen for an autograph so he handed me this ring right here...and I’ve kept it safe for so long….and now I want you to have it.
Steve Lenton: ….Pat I--
Patty O’Shannon: Take it, you deserve it kid. I ain’t got much time before I go, so I should give it up to someone who I love. I love you, and I will always see you as my child. You have done me proud….and anywhere you go, know I’ll be there chewin’ your ass out...and tellin’ ya to get up and keep fightin’!!!
Steve Lenton: ….
I grab Patty into a hug and pat him on the back.
Steve Lenton: I love you Pat.
Patty O’Shannon: I love you too kid….now c’mon let’s see you off. I gotta get some sleep, I’m old, rest is valuable.
Steve Lenton: A party animal like you Coach, please.
Patty O’Shannon: Har-har, I’m dyin’ now leave….
I hug Pat again lightly as we head towards my car. What I thought I needed...I already got. I almost forgot that I just wanted to train and Pat came along and changed it all…
I really did miss this place.
“C’MON KID, MOVE A LITTLE BIT FASTER!!! C’MON SHOOT OFF THOSE ROPES!!! YOU BETTER NOT SLOW DOWN!!!” Patty O’Shannon: Good work kiddo, alright. Look at you, like a bronze God. You’d make Theagenes of Thanos look like a stooge I tell ya. You’ll make mince meat out of your opponent. Now listen, I know you’re nervous about your debut and all….but I want you to know, I’ll be in your corner. I was young once….and I know how it feels. You gotta face those obstacles sometimes kid and *POW* smack’em right in the mouth! I’m talkin’ laying them down for the count! Because kid believe it or not, I see a little of myself in you. I see a lot of talent, commitment, and I see love. Now, when I’m long and gone from this planet, I want you to do somethin’ for me…
Steve Lenton: Pat don’t talk like that--
Patty O’Shannon: Just shut up for a minute and listen to me. I want you...to remember everything you’ve learned here...and I want you to carry it right there...in your soul. Because I trained you...not to only be a wrestler, but to be a man, a good, good man. I want you to know, I will always love you, and no matter what, you will always be somewhere...deep inside here with all the other junk layin’ around kid. Remember, you fight, you FIGHT, until your last goddamned breath you hear me…?!!?
Steve Lenton: ...Yes sir.
Patty O’Shannon: Good…
I remember he gave me a kiss on both sides of my cheeks and patted me on my right cheek with a warm smile. He put an arm around me as we headed out of the warehouse...just like now.
“You’ll do good kid, you’ll do good…”
“Thanks Coach.”
I’m seen sitting down and rolling a ring around on my finger, glaring at it. I was inside of my hotel room as I kept my gaze down.
Steve Lenton: Milo of Croton...was devoured by wolves.
I said quietly to myself and then glared back up at the lens.
Steve Lenton: You can be strong, you can win, but never...ever...get yourself pinned to a wall with full of wolves. That’s what my coach told me long ago, back when I was trying to get back on my feet. That old man knows a lot, toughest bastard I know, eats a bowl of nails for breakfast and swallows it down hard each day. He wakes up and opened up his warehouse, he gets to work, barks at people who fuck up, and hopes you learn something from his school. What I took from him was that you need HEART. That’s all we got in this world, heart. the meat and potatoes of what makes us go y’know. The Big L is a character of that, of all of the heart and dedication. Steve Lenton is the epitome of it.
Patty “Irish” O’Shannon, wrestled for over five decades….in order to pass the message of that along to me. And he believed in me so much...he gave me this ring here. And The Big L almost choked up, yeah the big man almost wanted to cry because that old man loved me as if I was his son. And for me to let a man like that down, would be a crime. To let Wulf and Jack down would be a CRIME. I know what I’m up against and to be honest The Big L don’t care. Those nerves, those feelings I had turned into nothing more but adrenaline. They FUEL ME!! They keep me going!! And The Big L LOVES it when he’s in a tight space and there’s no way of getting out of it. Chris Strike, Sally, Lasie, Gunner, Lifer, Kira. I want you to understand something because it seems as though you think I’m a big muscled meathead who’s just loud to get attention.
Let me start off with Lifer the guy who knocked me for a loop. I’M STILL STANDING!!! THE BIG L...is still here. And now you have to look at me from the other side of the ring, and you’re gonna be wondering, “Goddamn what’s gonna keep him down?!” And the answer is simple Lifer, NOTHING will keep me down. Nothing will stop me from getting to you, because The Big L is going to keep comin’, keep movin’, keep CLAWING HIS WAY TO YOU UNTIL HE GETS HIS HANDS ON YOU!!! You’re tough, vicious, vindictive, and also--this is your biggest trait--ass backwards. You and Magnus have an ass backwards logic, and it’s time my foot sets you off forward.
No one needs to be saved.
We don’t need your help.
No, what we want to do is get rid of the cancer that LEGION left behind that still lingers here. You and Magnus are that cancer, and me? I’m that scalpel ready to cut you off and cure ExPro of this BULLSHIT!!He sees you Lifer, he sees you Gunner, The Big L SEES you. And you’ve made it known you want to kill everything in your path to the tag titles. Well you better bite the pillow boys, because me and Wulf Erikksen are goin’ in DRY on your bitch asses!!! You want the belts you go through us boys. And I don’t think you can do that without ambushing us. So let me be known, you will lose, you will not win, and God as my witness, I’m gonna make you PAY for what you did weeks ago to us. And I didn’t forget about your third wheel, the cannibal. He’s got an appetite, seems to like to “eat people”. He’s gonna wanna do the same to me and my boys so let me welcome you to ExPro, KIRA. I want you to know that this B.S. this idea that you’re gonna eat someone is gonna stop. But you’re really hungry for something, the Big L’s got a frying pan sized KNUCKLE sandwich waiting for you. And then you can wash that down with your tears, after you plead for me not to smack you around like the little biatch you are!! Here’s the game Kira, and this is how you play it. You can think you’re big and bad, put on a creepy personality and parade around like Patrick Bateman all you like. But when The Big L puts his paws on you you’ll be nothing but another looney tune with a few screws that needed to be tighten by Yours Truly!!Then….the tag champs, Lasie...and Sally. We’ve faced, you’ve beaten us, and I respect the Hell of your reign as champions. It makes me jealous, it makes me cringe, because the competitor in me WANTS the belts. I know Wulf wants them too, I can see it in his eyes. He glares at those belts like he glares at a fuckin’ BEER! This match, it’s going to prove something. What? It’s gonna prove The Big L and Wulf are a TRUE tag team. You might of thought of us as nothing more than two single wrestlers put together to win the belts off of you. The Big L ain’t gonna lie he thought it was a lost cause too. But to be honest that’s the past, and this is now. And in this present day, you’ll be defending your belts real soon against two teams who are going to be aiming for you. The Big L KNOWS what Lasie and Sally are, they mean business, everywhere they got they mean business. But in San Diego, California on Sunday night they will know we’re in the SAME business as them, winning titles. And I guess I could throw Chris Strike in there too, he’s ambitious and knows what he wants. He’s been impressive lately, and he’s shown that he’s ready to take the next step in winning the world championship. Strike, you’ve been thrown into this match, and you’re given a chance to shine even brighter than you already are. The Big L welcomes you into this match, because The Big L wants to face the best ExPro can offer. I can’t wait to face you, I can’t wait to see what you do. HELL, The Big L can’t hold in his emotions as it is!! See Strike, The Big L don’t know you, so he’s a lil’ paranoid. The great unknown and they want me to face it head on. You are that unknown Strike, you are that thing I’m gonna have to conquer along the way. I’m sure you’re great, and I’m sure you’ve got a lot to show in this main event. But make NO mistakes about it Strike, The Big L’s boot ain’t prejudice against anyone, includin’ YOU!!!So The Big L WILL come in with Wulf and Jack and he WILL give them as much as they need to pull off this win! The Big L can feel it, THOUSANDS will be cheering for the team. He can hear the chants, the boos, that rtowday San Diego crowd is gonna be HYPE!!!! And so it's my duty--my TEAM'S DUTY to give them something to cheer for. I want them to CHEER when I launch Lifer off his feet!!! I want to hear them CHEER when Wulf kicks Gunner's teeth in. And I want them to cheer for Jack Napier and hear them chant "You still got it!" to a man who's coming back to his home....pro wrestling. The Big L, Trouble, and Jack will not disappoint. I won't disappoint, the fans, and I will NOT...cannot....disappoint Patty. The Big L is ready for war, and if you don't know.....now you know.
The Big L stands up from his bed and matches away from the camera lens. The camera begins to fade away....and then.
Fade. Static. End.
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Post by PANTHRO on Oct 30, 2013 15:29:02 GMT -6
I had to take a laugh break....lol.
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Post by PANTHRO on Oct 30, 2013 15:11:29 GMT -6
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Post by PANTHRO on Oct 19, 2013 21:33:59 GMT -6
Prologue: A Limit.
The Big L’s going to get right to it because he’s been through some shit for the past couple of weeks. See The Big L he’s been marinating in this little stew that was made by Magnus Gunner and Zack Lifer. The Big L and Wulf get taken out by two bastards who thought they deserved a chance at the straps The Turks are holdin’. So The Big L is layin’ there thinking to himself, “Damn my head in throbbing.” wondering what the Hell just happened. The Big L ended up getting checked into a hospital, that’s right they brought the One and Only down with a concussion. And I remember the doctor tellin’ me:
“Mr. Lenton, I advise you to postpone any appearances. You’re hurt, you are in no condition to perform.”
So The Big L looks at the doctor and tells him to write his big black ass a prescription for that strong ass aspirin they got layin’ around the place and put his ass back on a flight to D.C. so he can train and prepare for the upcoming shitstorm that is going to ensue for the Tag Team Championships. The Big L knows that we’re in for a fight, he knows that we’re going to be going up against some very dark forces that creeped from the ass crack of Exodus Pro. And y’know what, The Big L is ready. You worked him over good, you worked The Turks over good, you made your presence known. Good for you, congratulations. Your prize? A boot FedEx delivered STRAIGHT to Gods and Monsters’ ASS!!!!
I've been trying my hardest, The Big L has been trying to keep some restraint, because he wants to make this fair. But if they want a war, they've got a fucking WAR!! I've been here since Exodus came from it's infancy. I've watched great wrestlers come and go through that door, and I don't plan on being one of them. We got rid of one threat to Exodus, me and Wulf can get rid of another bunch of bad apples that have been sittin' sout for a little too long. So you can beat me up, scramble my brains, shit, turn me into a vegetable to get some self-satisfying kick out of it. But the Big L is gonna keep getting up, he's going to KEEP fighting and he's going to make sure that you don't walk out as champs, and either will The Turks!!!
While I'm on a roll, lemme talk to two guys I've faced, two guys I know, who I've respected, and in return have gained the respect of. Blake Jones, first off you've got almost all of the talent in the world and I damn respect you. I wish I could grow up to be just like you as a matter of fact, because you've got the attitude I've TRIED to perceive since I joined. The Big L knows how you fight, you ain't afraid of shit, in fact it would be disrespectful of me to say you aren't prepared, because you always got your guns loaded and ready to point at someone. But BJ, my dear friend? You can't match your peashooters to my shotgun, which LOADED. COCKED. And ready to FIRE in one single BURST!!!
I know we've got a friendship, we've met each other over dinner, we've shared stories, we've bonded. That friendship Blake, that's never...gonna change, because The Big L will forever be a friend of Blake Jones. But Blake, you and I both know, someone's gonna have to win. Shit it might not even be you and me, but someone's got to win, and when that time comes Blake we're going to have to make sure no one walks out of this match with that W. I want to stand toe to toe with you in that ring, I want that match to come down to the WIRE between us both. But that's only gonna happen if we don't fight past Savannah Taylor and Johnny Cannon.
Now Johnny Cannon I know, he's gotta loud mouth, he's cocky, dude knows he's packing a revolver in his knickers and he ain't afraid to swing it. I just hope he don't swing it at the newbie in Savannah Taylor. We don't want lil' mama gettin' traumatized. Savannah, welcome to the jungle, this big vast wild safari filled with nothin' but predators. Me, I'm King Kong around here surrounded by lions and hyenas wanting to state their claim as the king. Me, I'm trying to make my way to the throne.
And I know you are too, or else you wouldn’t be here. This is a tough one for you no doubt about it. They throw you in with a bunch of dudes because they’ve got confidence in you. I for one can’t wait to see what you do. The Big L’s heard the talk, people see this as your anticipated debut and The Big L wants to give you a big warm welcome to ExPro. HELL, with our string of luck the three of us might just give it to you if we aren’t payin’ enough attention in this match. I just want you to know one thing, debut or not, The Big L ain’t layin’ down for no one. He ain’t gonna let the new person come into his home and take his seat at the table. You’ve got the hype Taylor, you got people talkin’ you up. It’s time to live up to the expectations lil’ mama.
Then we got Johnny Cannon in this match to see if he can go back to rekindling that fire he had in the pit of his gut when we faced off for the International Championship months back. Cannon, all I can say is WAKE...UP!! I don't know what happened, I don't know where that fire went, but I better see that shit in this match. I better see Cannon, the guy who shows up for this matches, the man who beat me for the belt make some moves!! You lost your belt, boo-hoo, I lost, I got back up, and I'm still fighting my way to another belt. We don't sulk as former champs, we get back in that driver's seat and we try and get things back in order. The odds are stacked against you, and there's a small window of hope that you'll win this match.
Has that stopped you?! No.
All I know I don't want to fight an unmotivated Johnny Cannon, because the unmotivated Johnny Cannon sucks. What I want is the guy who's not gonna hesitate to kick my goddamned head off. I want the guy who's willing to scrappy, get down and dirty, take them licks, and pull out a win from out of his ass!! I WANT the Johnny Cannon that's going to SHUT ME UP THIS MATCH!!! Cannon, I respect the HELL out of you, more than anyone in this company in fact, and I know the sacrifices and the strides you've made to become one of the best wrestlers in Exodus Pro Wrestling. The Big L is always humbled when he faces you because Cannon you're that damned good. But I better see some light in those eyes behind those $15 glasses you got from Macy's. Because if you don't show up, The Big L wins, he moves on, he gets that needed push to get his hands on Magnus Gunner and Zack Lifer, while winning the Tag Team Championships with his boy Wulf!!! The Big L's just SHIVERING at this match, the adrenaline is oozing from his pores, he's ready for a fight!!
Get Your Popcorn Ready.
October 6, 2013 San Diego, California
This light the doctor was flashing in my eyes was getting annoying fast. He stopped and wrote something down on his clipboard and glanced up at me, adjusting the glasses on his face slightly.
Doctor: Now Steve…can you remember anything from tonight?
Steve Lenton: ….No.
Doctor: Just tell me what you can recall.
Steve Lenton: I was getting worked over pretty good in the match, I’m fighting back. Next thing I know everything goes black and I wake up 2 minutes later and my partners and I are getting checked out by the medical staff….
Doctor: ….Can you remember where you are?
Steve Lenton: San Diego, California….
Doctor: Okay, ahem, Steve we ran a CT scan on your brain, you have a mild concussion…and we recommend that you take your next show off so you can heal up. With the condition you’re in right now we suggest that you rest and also.
Steve Lenton: There’s no way I can do that, not with what happened. Look, doc, I appreciate you givin’ me the rundown, but I’m coming back here….and I’m NOT going to let them dictate my well being. Now, can’t you give me some….medicine or something?
Doctor: I take it you’ve never suffered a severe injury. So let me put it bluntly, you risk shortening your career. The whiplash effects of that clothesline from what your company’s medical team had stated to us were critical, meaning if ANYTHING like that were to happen again you’re going to end up back here as a vegetable.
Steve Lenton: ….Can I go now?
I get up off of the table and put my shirt back on glaring at the doctor. He sighs and shakes his head.
Steve Lenton: I’ve got a week to rest…if things don’t change then I’ll take time off. But for now, I’ve got to work. Gotta put food on my table doc.
Doctor: You’ll need plenty of sleep. Avoid ibuprofen and aspirin, take Tylenol if you have any headaches.
Steve Lenton: Thanks.
I was having trouble buttoning up my shirt, my hands were shaky and I began to blink a few times. The doctor noticed this and looked back at me.
Doctor: We can keep you overnight, we’ll accommodate you with a ride to your hotel in the morning.
Steve Lenton: I’m fine.
Doctor: Look, at least let us call you a cab. You are not driving, not on my watch.
I couldn’t say no, because he actually made sense. I shrug my shoulders and give a slightly nod.
Steve Lenton: Fine.
A few minutes later a taxi van pulled up and I got inside of it. The driver looked at me for the directions of my hotel.
Driver: Where are we headed big guy…?!
Steve Lenton: Uhm.
The words weren’t forming, I snapped my fingers trying to think of the street name and the hotel. It took me a good two minutes before I spat something out.
Steve Lenton: Hyatt Regency.
Driver: Alrighty.
He drove off, and as soon as I left that hotel I knew something was wrong….
A Week Later Washington D.C.
“We are now a week into the government shutdown and families working for the government are trying to figure out how they’re going to feed their family. As the GOP and White House continue their stalemate, many wonder if this looming cloud will turn into the government defaulting next week--”
I turn the volume of this garbage down as I walked around my loft with the phone glued to my ear.
Steve Lenton: Yeah I’m fine Ma. Yes, I’ve been resting, everything is fine. I--yes I know--yes I know that too--Mom, this is my job, I CANNOT run to you when things don’t go my way….Yes I know you’re here for support, but--Mama, you have got to stop tryna baby me. I’m not Aaron, I don’t need you holdin’ my hand each time I get roughed up a bit.
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What did dad say about it? ….Yep, sounds just about right. Listen, I’m fine, just a few headaches here and there, but ain’t anything serious. They can’t put me down that easily, not yet anyway. Look, mom I gotta go, I’m gonna work out for a little bit okay? I love you, tell dad I said hello….okay, yes I love you too mom, bye bye.
I sigh and shake my head at my phone before putting it back on the hook. My mom was really worried, it wasn't like I died. I understood her concern, but I was a grown ass man. I'd take my lumps and give some right back. that's the way it was. In this business I couldn't let some concussion handicap me. Plus, I had a match, a big one too. It was the first singles match I had since teaming with Wulf and this was the perfect chance to try and get my legs back underneath me. We needed some sort of momentum and with this four way dance, this was the perfect chance to get some of that. Even though it was gonna be tough, I needed to pull through. I looked around the house, the eerie sound of silence. I sigh and walk towards my sound system. I looked through my vinyl collection looking for something to listen to. Many people would say I was a nerd for listening to old songs on a record player no less. Me, I liked my jams, what could I say. The digital age with these crazy kids and their iPod Nanos. I was an old school kind of cat. I looked through my records trying to find something.
Steve Lenton: Nope, nope, ahhh...
I found my Kenny Loggins record. I was in a Kevin Bacon type of mood. I put the record on. "I'm Free" by Kenny Loggins played. I nod my head to the song...
Steve Lenton: "Looking into your eyes I know I'm right....~ If there's anything worth my love it's worth a fight...~"
I sang along, there's something about Kenny Loggins that gets you in that right frame of mind for a big moment. I nod my head a bit more as I went towards my little workout area I set up near the living room. I warmed up a bit, stretching, pulling, getting loose; Though I was a bit lightheaded after my routine warm ups, I just thought I hadn't been working out a lot since coming back to D.C. The doctor told me to relax, sleep, get rest...but I can't. I'm too wound up over what Lifer did to me. That fire in my eyes began to blaze as I laid down on my bench and picked up my barbell and started to lift.
I did about two reps of ten, not wanting to push myself too hard. I sat up and continued to listen to the song, staring off into the distance, not day dreaming or visualizing my match. Everything was blurry, not only that Kenny Loggins was beginning to echo, a hallow echo, with no music, just his voice...all I could hear was his voice. Maybe I did go a little too much, I wiped my face as I continued to listen. I mumbled singing to myself.... Steve Lenton: Heaven Helps The Man Who Fights His Fear...Love's the only thing that keeps...me here...
The room was spinning. Water, maybe I needed some water. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I ran the water and went to get a glass, my hand was shaking terribly. I dropped the glass on the floor. I sighed glaring down at it, I staggered to get a broom. I tripped and fell down slouching against the refrigerator.
Steve Lenton: C’mon Steve...pull it together...c’mon….stand up.
I tried to pull myself up. Everything I had I put into my right arm which I used to pull myself up. I slowly walked to my table and sat down and rubbed my head. My phone went off, I ran through my pocket and pulled it out. It was a message from Wulf asking me if I was ready for my match. I shook my head trying to get some bearing. For whatever reason I texted back:
“Never felt better, see you in SD.”
Maybe it was a bad move on my part, and maybe I was crazy for doing this in my state. But if I didn’t they won. I wasn’t gonna let them see that I was wounded. They weren’t gonna put this bronco down, and I was gonna show them that they could put me through the ringer...but I was still here. I stood up and got my things ready for my flight to California. I knew I could do this, I was still me, I was The Big L. I can do this….
…
I can still fight.
Saturday October 19, 2013 San Diego, California
The doctor looked over my X-rays. He looked back at me as I awaited the results. The company made it mandatory to make me see a doctor, whether I wanted to or not. He checked his charts and then looked back up at me.
Doctor: Okay...how do you feel?
Steve Lenton: I feel like I can fight, I think that I’m feeling a little better.
Doctor: Alright a simple test: What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Steve Lenton: Two egg whites with lean ham, and two slices of gluten free toast, with a glass of water.
Doctor: Impressive.
Steve Lenton: So can I fight?
Doctor: Yes, you're clear. But you may have some signs of the concussion lingering. I suggest you stay out of harms way in your big endeavor this Sunday please. Anything that may cause your symptoms to come back could prove to be severe. This is a warning...
Steve Lenton: I know doc, I'll be extra careful. I promise I won't jump off of a ladder or get beaned in the head with a chair.
He looked up at me with concern in his eyes. I laugh and stand up off of the bed.
Steve Lenton: It was a joke, oooonly a joke. I'll do my best to be careful.
I shut the door behind me and stood there with a frown. I heard a ringing in my ear and those echoes of voices rang through the hospital corridors. I glanced down at my hands as they shook slightly. If I didn't pass those little tests I don't think I would be in this match. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, the shaking stopped and I slowly and carefully walked towards the elevator. They thought they had taken care of me, they thought they could put me down...?
We'll see about that.
I pace back and forth down the corridors of the hospital on an empty floor. I roll my neck and rub it, an intense amount of body language radiated from me. I point towards the camera with a stoic expression on my face. I blink a few times and raise my hand towards the camera. Steve Lenton: Magnus, Zack, I want to make something clear. You hurt me, you put my lights out last week. The Big L was hurt, they carted him off to the UC San Diego Health System right here in San Diego, where The Big L stands right before you. They told'em, "Mr. Lenton, you have a concussion, you need rest, you need to heal your wounds." The Big L didn't listen, the Big L started to go right back to work. But then, The Big L noticed something.
I raised my hand and began to reenact the shivers I felt.
Steve Lenton: The Big L's hand began to shake it was shakin' hard. The Big L didn't know what the Hell was goin' on. See The Big L isn't use to taking injuries like this, during his football days he rarely missed a game. The Big L's never gotten his brain rattled like he did by Zack Lifer. He's never seen such a teach viciously lay out the tag champs the contenders. Magnus Gunner and Zack Lifer showed they were a real threat. So The Big L's hand was shakin', ooooh it was goin' and he thought this was a symptom. I told the doc about it, he ain't know what was wrong. When I got to my hotel it kept goin' people thought I had a disease or somethin'. Then The Big L realized, the reason, why his hand was shakin' so much, was because it was ready. It was ready for The Big L to unleash it.
I smack my right hand into my left hand with force with a determined face plastered on.
Steve Lenton: It was waitin' for The Big L to UNLEASH two hundred and fifty-seven pounds of muscle into this one single hand and BITCH SLAP YOU BOTH out of SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA!!!!! The Big L KNOWS what you can do now, he knows you're dangerous, ruthless, and delusional. But The Big L will not, cannot, shall not allow two yahoos to come into the tag division and try and become shot-callers. The Big L ain't got time for that. You both have the game mighty fucked up. You think, you can lay me and my boy Wulf Erikksen out and get away with it?! HELL NAW.
What you did was open up a flood gate. Inside of this flood gate exists a hand….that saaame hand that was shakin’; Shiverin’ and quiverin’. Now that hand, is balled into a fist, and this fist, The Big L is going to shove down your THROATS! You want in the match, you wanna be relevant, you want a chance to be the top dogs, then I welcome you, step right up, let’s see what you got. Because that statement you made at ExPro 4….we got a retort for it.
I stop and calm down for abit and glare at the lens once more.
Steve Lenton: Now….onto my match. Blake Jones, Savannah Taylor, and Johnny Cannon. Two out of the three of those people have had hardships in their last fights. I’ve been in the same boat a few times now. The Big L KNOWS how it feels to get the short end of the stick. And BJ and JC know my track record, I ain’t gotta tell’em. They know how I fight, know I won’t give up, and know that I’ll give them HELL before I think about losing!! Blake you and I have had a pretty good friendship for a couple of months now. We've faced off LEGION together, we've fought together, and we both have the drive to BE great. Even though we might have our downs, damn when we get those ups coming our way...the sky's the limit. I know you think the odds are stacks against you, you can't win, you've been put in a tough match. Isn't that why we do it?! That challenge, that one fight that makes us strong Blake, THAT is why we're in this match. The titles, the accolades, the pretty prizes they give us, we could get those playing BINGO at a nursing home!! What we do this for is pride, for the fans, THE PEOPLE. I do this for the people, and if I lose, yeah a part of me dies because the PEOPLE believed me in, just like they believe in you Blake.
But what you need to do BJ is stop feeling like people are calling you the underdog. FEEL PROUD OF WHAT YOU ARE!!! You've faced opponents people thought could run over you, thought could make light work out of you, but you spat in their eye and showed them why you're a future champion in this company. No matter what was thrown at you dammit Blake you fought!! DO THE SAME AGAINST ME!! Show that HEART against me, against Cannon, against Taylor!! SHOW US THE BLAKE JONES WHO WOULD HAVE CLAWED HIS ASS OUT OF HELL AND HOT WATER TO WIN!!! THAT is the Blake I know, THAT is the Blake I joke with on my Twitter, and that ladies and gentlemen is the favorite going into our match.
The second being Johnny Cannon, the British Daniel-san himself!! Cannon, you got swagger, makes The Big L seem like Urkel when it comes to your persona. But The Big L's seen better from you! That Johnny Cannon, the guy who pinned me ONE, TWO, THREE for that belt. That same son of a bitch who told me straight out he was better than me, NEEDS to show up. Because if you don't The Big L is gonna do what he told YOU when we fought for the belt, lace up his boot and shove it RIGHT down the middle!!! You got the desire to do something, so but down that bottle, stop smoking that last Benson & Hedges and step into this ring, and do some work!!
The two of you have all of the potential in the world, so don't SQUANDER it in this match!!! So shut me up, show The Big L a lil' something-somethin' and let the world see why Exodus Pro Wrestling has the best wrestlers in the entire WORLD!!! Show them that you're fighters, competitors, lions in a cage full of wild animals willing to LOCK fangs and see who's willing to come out on TOP!!! See The Big L, he's had his share of fights, he's gone toe to toe with tough ass motherfuckers, and he's always had that one little thing holdin' him back, himself. He's told himself over, and over, "Maybe next time! Or this time! That time wasn't just my night!"
I pound my fists against my chest with a proud expression, my body POURING with bravado.
Steve Lenton: Sunday night IS his night, EVERY Sunday night is gonna be his NIGHT!!! THIS FIRE, DEEP DOWN, THAT FUELS THE MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF THE BIG L'S PEOPLE....HIS PEOPLE....NEVER DIES!!!! He doesn't even care if he's in the ring with the highly touted Savannah Taylor!! Who by the way, WELCOME!!! The Big L WELCOMES you to a match where you're going to make it or break it. The Big L don't know jackshit about you, all he knows is that you're another killer queen bee lookin' to make a long stay in his home ExPro and he welcomes your enthusiasm. But The Big L on Sunday night is going to be completing a checklist Taylor. He's got that checklist, is says:
Win Sunday Night on ExoPro 5! ☑ Get his hands on Gunner and Lifer! ☑ Lace up his boots nice and tight!! ☑ Proceed to forming a Human Centipede with said boot by shoving it up both Gunner and Lifer's ass! ☑☑ Do so while Wulf and Big L win the Tag Championships from The Turks!! ☑☑☑ See Taylor The Big L's got big moves goin' on. And even if you're talked about, even if the hype is real, it's The Big L's job to derail that hype and plunge it into a deep RIVER. See The three of you know The Big L is ready. You know that Sunday is when the real task comes, not all this talk!! The Big L, is gonna WIN!!! For the fans, for himself, for Wulf, and for his PEOPLE!!! If you don't know....now....you know.
I shrug my shoulders and march towards the elevator. The camera stays in place as the scene fades to black.
Fade. Static. End.
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PANTHRO
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Post by PANTHRO on Sept 21, 2013 22:58:48 GMT -6
Prologue: Singles or Tag Team, I Don't Give A Damn.
There's this thing going around lately, circulating like a damn fly around a turd. People believe me and my partner Wulf Erikssen aren't a team. They wanna say me and Wulf aren't compatible, we are going to win, we aren't going to be able to get the tag titles. But you wanna know something that bothers me, people...are skeptics. They don't believe and Wulf are going to have any chemistry in this match and it rubs me the wrong way in a sense because a lot of people didn't think we could make it to the finals because let's be honest, a lethal lottery match where teams are at random?
C'mon. That's crazy talk.
What people don't understand is that Wulf and I have a lot in common, we got a lot of things in that ring that make us the best fit in this division. Some people can't see it, albeit, I couldn't see it either. But for a month, I've sat and talked with this man, I've listened to his stories, I've learned a lot about him, and at the end of the day I can say I understand him a little bit more than I use to. This guy I have for a partner is a goddamn champion, a warrior, someone who's just as optimistic as me, and shares that same passion for this entire thing with me. So The Turks, they might believe their a well oiled machine, believing that this tag team division is there's and only there's. But here and and Wulf are, knocking loud as Hell on your front porch waiting for you to open the door just a bit so we can squeeze int.
WE...are not going to let another opportunity slip through our hands. We came far enough at the beginning and Sunday night is going to be THE night where we finally get our hands on those Tag Team Championships. You can say what you want, we haven't tagged for long, we--it's needless bullshit used to try and downplay two good wrestlers. You wanna know something about a tag team, this ain't fuckin' Pacific Rim. I don't need to read his mind to know what he's going to want to do, because knowin' Wulf he's gonna wanna put a foot up someone's ass. That's what it's all about at the end isn't it? The fight. No matter how hard you might try and put us down, no matter how much you try and make us seem like we don't belong. At the end of the day...we're going to keep standing tall. No Church in The Wild is going to be a the event...where we break the mold of what an ideal tag team is. You can say what you want, you can try and kid yourself into believing that you've got the advantage, but if you haven't learned anything since around last tussle in the semi-finals for those belts, let The Big L just say... Lightning Don't Strike Twice.
May 20, 2001 Student: Stephen L. Lenton
School Counselor: Alright Stephen, this is just a record about what you want to do when you graduate next year.
Steve Lenton: Sooo, kind of like...a video school record?
School Counselor: Yeah, nothing serious. It's kind of liiike....a compilation.
Steve Lenton: Alright, cool.
School Counselor: Alright state your name and grade.
Steve Lenton: Stephen L. Lenton, 11th grade; Junior.
School Counselor: Okay, Stephen first question: What do you plan to do when you graduate?
Steve Lenton: Well...I got visited by coaches...they say they like my skills in football. Dad and mom said not to get too deep though because they can make some promises that they can't keep to get me.
School Counselor: Really? What schools have contacted you...?
Steve Lenton: Hampton University, Virginia, Maryland, Virginia Tech. I personally like Tech, I heard they gotta big campus...although Maryland's looked nice too from the pictures. But my parents want me to stay in the state, they said they would miss me too much.
School Counselor: So you want to be a football player?
Steve Lenton: YEAH, it's been a big dream of mine really. I love the game, I mean it's been apart of my life since I was a kid. I don't want to give that up...not when it's so close. I've studied hard, I've worked hard, and this opportunity is coming my way and I can't pass it up.
School Counselor: Don't you have a back-up plan? Anything at all?
Steve Lenton: Not really.
School Counselor: I see. Listen, Stephen...the chances of getting into the NFL are 1 in a million. I mean, are you ready for that road?
Steve Lenton: Listen, I've been told I couldn't do things because I was overweight. I worked two summers and I lost over one hundred pounds and I feel amazing. What my dad told me is that, "Rather than telling people what you're going to do, show them." Hard work, dedication, and humility. There's going to be obstacles, there are going to be people who say I don't have what it takes, I'm not fit for this or that, people who are going to want to try and change me. But to be honest, those people can go stick it up their butts, because no matter what I do, whether I play football, work as a engineer, or become a pro-wrestler...I'm not going to give up because you told me to. I didn't get this far for that, and I will fulfill my dreams.No matter what, I'll keep fightin', what I was meant to do. Because who else is going to fight for me? No one. My parents, my little brother, my aunts and uncles...they can't hold my hand. So I owe it to them to man up, and take these risks....it's no fun not knowin' what's out there...in the WILD...y'know. Tigers, lions, and bears don't scare me. What scares me the most is not doing your best...
I'm going to do my best to matter what.No matter where I am.No matter who I meet.No matter what stands in my way... Nothing...
Nothing...
Nothing...
You could say I can be a little tense when it comes to a big match. I'm not the easiest to be around when shit is on the line. I didn't even think I'd get another shot at the belt, but here came Wulf and his big smile convincing me this could work. I wasn't sure, in fact I thought I didn't want any part of The Turks. It was just a one time thing, nothing was going to change, they would be the champions and I was going to just accept that and swallow that reality hard. Wulf changed my mind, and here I was, prepping for this match like it was going to be my last. Sweat was really pouring down my face as I looked into a mirror inside of my loft. A few sit-ups would get the blood pumping, I was looking into this image of myself wondering if I had what it took--no--if me and Wulf had the recipe to actually WIN this match. He promised me it, he said we had the touch, that we were close, but I just...
Somewhere in my head right now I didn't think it was possible due to the fact that me and Wulf weren't really that good of friends. I remember him coming over here to D.C. for a bit where we trained and talked. But somewhere I felt it wasn't meant to be. And it hurt my conscious to THINK like this, it really did make me feel like that scared lil' chubby kid from Suffolk who didn't even have the balls to tell the teachers people were bullying him. I stopped and glared at Wulf who just watched me working. He watched like he was admiring which...didn't make me feel any better about this situation.
Steve Lenton: Do you mind?
Wulf Erikssen: What?
Steve Lenton: You've been staring at me for five minutes now, and it's breaking my focus. Which was code for, "People are starting to think my door knob swings open."
Steve Lenton: Look we're suppose to be training. I've been sweating my nuts off worrying about this match.
Wulf Erikssen: Yeah, I can see that, you've been zoned out for a good minute bud. Just wondering what's going on inside of your head?
Steve Lenton: A lot of things.
Wulf Erikssen: Like?
Steve Lenton: Are we going to lose again.
I didn't want to B.S. with him, didn't seem right.
Wulf Erikssen: Of course not! You and me, we got this, we just gotta be on the same page.
Steve Lenton: Yeah?
I get up and walk over towards the dumbbells that were set up near the mirror. I picked up the heaviest ones and started to do some simple bicep curls.
Steve Lenton: Justin Brooks and I thought we were on the same page. Johnny and I thought we were on the same page. And not too long ago me and YOU thought we were on the same page, which end up with us losing in the semi-finals. ONLY for you to come to me when I had my 20-inch python out and about, to tell me you got Nick Gray to get us a title shot because of a favor...? Yeah, I'm not liking our odds, and I'm usually optimistic about this type of shit Wulf...
Wulf Erikssen: Is that all? I liked how he could try and turn this into something that wasn't such a big deal. I guess he was just hiding the same feels I had or maybe...just maybe...he actually believed his own talk. I suffered from that and I came up 0-2 when it mattered the most. Your mouth can write a few checks your ass can't cash and I was a prime example of that. I give Wulf a look and then look back at the mirror.
Steve Lenton: What did you get us into...? Wulf Erikssen: Well, maybe I thought we could get the job done. I mean we've got the tools, we know what has to be done, and I think we can win. Plus, it might do you some good to pick up a win...you've been moody.Steve Lenton: Not moody...cautious.Wulf sat up a little on the bench he was sitting on and rose his left eyebrow up at me with a tooth grin.
Wulf Erikssen: You're cautious?Steve Lenton: Yes, cautious. Cautious at the fact that if we lose...where do we go from here? We go our separate ways? After this it's IT. There ain't no third time's the charge.Wulf Erikssen: Then we make this the last time. We don't let stuff like this get to us, we're suppose to be better than that. You and I both know that we had The Turks beat. We didn't pull the trigger, granted, we were still new at the idea of tag teaming. It took nearly FIVE Skype calls to convince you Steve I don't see the problem now.Steve Lenton: The problem...is that ever since I was a kid I always made good on my promises. I always did what I SAID I was going to do, I never went back on my words. When I said I'm gonna do it, that's what I mean, I don't second guess my actions, I don't think twice about shit, I DO IT. And ever since I stepped into a ring, I don't even know who the fuck I am anymore. Like there's another big brown Incredible Hulk out in that ring that's afraid to go the distance. Maybe it was the shit that happened in my life back in the day, and maybe it was just me not keeping my eye on the prize. But something...is wrong...with me Wulf.Wulf scratched the back of his noggin at me and stood up. He pats me on the shoulder glaring through the mirror.
Wulf Erikssen: YEP, sounds like you gotta major delimma mate.Steve Lenton: See you aren't taking this seriously...Wulf Erikssen: Well what am I suppose to say? I don't have a doctrine in therapy or anything now do I? But what I do know is that all of that stuff you're feelin' deep inside of the pit of your stomach, is just nerves. Been in this business for a loooong time, and I can tell when someone's got the shakes. Believe me, when you get out there and have that adrenaline pumpin' through your veins, you'll feel like you could turn over a fucking building! I believe in ya Steve, we can win this.I suck my teeth and continue to lift, staying quiet. Wulf sighs and shrugs his shoulders. I didn't know how he did it, how he kept his cool. But it was starting to make me think I chose a crazy person to tag with. Wulf picked up some weights and started to lift himself. Wulf stops and thinks for a moment.
Wulf Erikssen: Hey, when we win the belts, what do you wanna do afterwards?I stop and glare at him.
Steve Lenton: ...What?Wulf Erikssen: Me? I'm going to go and party like it's 2000! Beer, food, more beer, and even MORE beer! I might make a pool of beer and set it up in my house. Kind of a Scrooge McDuck type of pool, diving board and all.Steve Lenton: ...I don't know...I got bills I gotta pay--Wulf Erikssen: REALLY?! The Big L, worrying about the water bill. HA!! C'mon from what I've seen on your Twitter, the bills aren't on your mind.Steve Lenton: ....Food.Wulf Erikssen: Anything that you really wanna sink your teeth into?Steve Lenton: My lifelong dream's been to get a giant rack of ribs like in the Flintstones. I wanna get enough money for that...Wulf Erikssen: And you WILL get it when we win the belts!I smirk and look at him placing the weights down and give him a content glance.
Steve Lenton: You...are annoying as fuck.Wulf Erikssen: Which is why you want me as a partner.I didn't have anything to say to him. I just stood there and thought about it. He didn't have to say anything to me honestly...he came to me, I was worried about W's and L's I forgot I got into this because I wanted the challenge. I wanted to face the best, I GOT the best. Wulf might have been kind of wonky, but he had the right mindset. He was prepared to face anyone and anytime. I think he was going to start growing on me soon.Wulf Erikssen: Alright, enough of all of this training. BAR! Point me to it!I chuckle and think about it for a moment. I shrug lightly. Steve Lenton: Alright, but I'm gonna have ONE drink.
One drink my ass.
The Big L sat at his patio, looking on at the sunny skies of Washington D.C., contemplating. The Big L looked on, his feet kicked up, and his hands restin’ on his stomach. He kept his eyes glued to the skies, rocking lightly in his seat.
Steve Lenton: September 22nd, The Big L’s gotta mission. It ain’t about doin’ his best; Fightin’ that good fight, trying to bring the fans to their feet. No, The Big L has notice lately when the opportunity rises, when the pressure is on he chokes. So The Big L, he goes into this tag team tournament not too long ago, about a month ago, and he makes it to the semi-finals with his partner Wulf Erikssen. The Big L, he was primed and ready, he was willing to go the distance, even though he lost the International Championship, The Big L didn’t become distraught, he didn’t kick himself in the goddamn ass. He went out there, head held high, and he wrestled, and we could have won it all, we could have been the champs NOW, we could have been this or that, but the fact of the matter is, would of...could of….don’t mean jackshit in a business where anything can go. And I keep tryin’ to kid myself this is like football, that my drive alone is going to allow me to strive here.
I lean forward, taking my feet down, grabbing the corners of my mouth as I look at the camera lens.
Steve Lenton: This ain’t football, you ain’t gotta tell The Big L that. The Big L...wants to tell ya somethin’ personal, real personal. He’s shared…..everything with you guys and told you many stories. The Big L however….wants to let you know somethin’ about himself: All of that shit I talk, sometimes….I don’t think I can back it up. In that heat of the moment, I say certain things that could get my ass in trouble. But you know something, wanna know something REALLY personal about me?
I love the thrill.
I love the fact that my plans could blow up in my face. I love the fact that people have the power to prove me wrong, and I LOVE...the FACT...that people take my shit to heart because it shows me that they care more about the match than I do. That thrill, the thrill of the unknown, the WILD...that we’ve been thrown into...is vast...and dangerous. So I open my mouth I say a few things that might get me in trouble. But at the end of the day it’s going to pay off and Sunday night is going to be the night my talk pays off. Because a lot of people see me and Wulf as underdogs, due to the fact The Turks ain’t had a decent contender in awhile. They’re use to being in this spot, they’re use...to being the top in their division, and they are use to being this because no one has been able to put a foot in that small gap between them and The Turks.
I look at The Turks, I see them as legit, ain’t got a problem with them, ain’t got no beef with the way they do business which is hard-nosed and gritty. They do what they gotta do to win and The Big L ain’t got nothing but respect for this team. But let The Big L let you know something, and let it be known, he still respects you. But he isn’t going to let someone tell me and Wulf and I aren’t a team based off of semantics. Lemme tell you something, me and Wulf...we got a understanding. That is we win the belts, we become the new champs, and you have to RESPECT what the hell we're trying to sell. You wanna know where the viciousness is? Where that BARK is?! Let me tell you somethin' Sal, I didn't have a problem puntin' all one hundred and forty five pound of you across a ring. You wanna talk vicious?
I stand up and glare at the lens, the intense aura began to form around me.Steve Lenton: See it's one thing to say I don't got the goods to hold your belt? But it's another when you insult my fucking manhood and think I'm going to be okay with it. You think you understand what it takes to BE the best. You think you understand what it's like to put your life, heart, and well being on the line?! I've been in sports since I could write in cursive. I know what it's like to lose, I know what that EDGE is and I've jumped off of it plenty of times. I've shown people up who think I ain't got what the Hell it takes to bring out the animal. Believe me Sal, YOU...don't wanna see The Big L in Beast Mode, because once it's on lil' mama you don't just turn it off. Viciousness, that bark, and snarl you want? Is what's going to get you and your man Andreas in trouble if you keep thinking that you've got a killer instinct. You don't just produce it you're born with it......like me. It's been dormant since I I lost the International Championship, yeah. But seeing as you wanna pluck my nerves and shit, I think I found the motivation.The Big L knows you feel a certain type of way about getting shafted for the titles. But you wanna know something, you won'em. You beat the odds, albeit, when you put a few names in a hat and shuffle it around, yeah...a cocktail of luck on your end. You wanna say I've become the afterthought, well, The Big L's going to leave a bit of history behind: The Big L is going to kick your asses, take your straps, post a photo on Instagram of a selfie WITH the belt. The Big L knows he can do this because Sal and Andreas, he TRUSTS Wulf. Wulf might have had people fooled, but deep down this guy's got all the makings of a champion. You can think what you want, put your noses up in the sky. In fact, I want you to do it. I want you to get a BIG WHIFF of the air in that arena, big, big inhales of it. Because the Big L's going to have something for you. A BIG ASS helpin' of humble pie, baked with love, and filled with intensity that's gonna blow the Turks AWAY!!! The Big L is ready for a fucking war. THE WILD, better be ready, because SIMBA'S comin' home!!! NOTHING is going to hold me back again. Not The Turks, not my doubts, nothing....nothing.......I nod my head with a determined stare.
Steve Lenton: ....NOTHING.The scene begins to fade away...and then.
Fade. Static. End.
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PANTHRO
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Post by PANTHRO on Sept 12, 2013 16:15:52 GMT -6
I know how that feels dude, believe me. =( Hope you find something and get things back on track. Hope to see you back around.
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PANTHRO
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Post by PANTHRO on Sept 12, 2013 14:32:37 GMT -6
EXODUS Pro San Diego Bay Championship Match Genesis Logan vs. Sylar Drake (c) vs. Joshua Sullivan Prince Kamijo vs. Selena Alexander EXODUS Pro Tag Team Championship Match The Turks (Andreas Lasiewicz and Sally Talfourd) (c) vs. Wulf Erikssen and Steve Lenton
Praying to Baby Jesus right now. Steel Cage Match Blake Jones vs. Ryuji Kamigawa EXODUS Pro International Championship Submission Match Johnny Cannon (c) vs. Jerry Matthews No Holds Barred Match Christian Kane vs. Chris StrikeShattered Dreams Death Match Magnus Gunner vs. Kliff UlyssesEXODUS Pro World Heavyweight Championship Triple Threat Match Heather Halliwell (c) vs. Adrien Cochane vs. Zero McHannon
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