Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 13:26:30 GMT -6
Introduction
Here I am again, writing my thoughts on this piece of paper. Well I guess it’s more typing than anything, but you get my drift. I am supposed to be writing the first chapter at this point, but I felt my introduction needed a second chapter itself. I am not too keen on the idea of telling people about my little childhood and my birth. That is something that should be summarized at best. Wow, I am another white dude with a broke family in a small town, join the club. It’s nothing I really care about now, I made sure I paid my parents back for everything they did, but hell that’s the kind of son I really am. My father is the only living parent I have, due to my mom battling a series of years with Colon Cancer. It’s sad but my mom’s legacy will never be forgotten. But my dad and I stay close; he is close with his granddaughter. And that is enough for me, as I am not embracing on a new territory. As I am writing this, I found out my debut could enter me in the championship tournament. Isn’t that something spectacular? And of course, another dude that wants to be hood, let’s have some fun. Camera Off
Closing up my laptop, Lou is yelling my name. “Lance, did you hear that fucker,” he yells. I look at him confused; I am assuming he is speaking of my opponent for this coming edition of Unstoppable. I am not going to lie, I do not even know who it is at this point, I didn’t even think to look yet. “Lou, what is the dude’s name anyways, I will YouTube the video,” I tell him. Lou shakes his head, furious at this point. He begins to throw things, and this is a sign. This is a side of Lou people do not want to encounter. “Tyson Pride thinks he is bad, think is so hood,” Lou screams. I just begin to crack up; this is so funny to me. I reopen my laptop and I quickly begin to watch the promo made by Tyson Pride. As I focus my attention on the screen, I can’t help but the laugh and chuckle at it. This is such mediocre work by a mediocre opponent. Lou is re-watching the promo as I am watching it for the first time. I watch his comments and his little interview and as this quick promo comes to a close, I look over at Lou. “Why are you so worked up over this?” I am more confused why Lou is so mad, this isn’t even that good anyways. I have faced a lot of people since I began wrestling. And this is a common denominator to be honest. A guy who thinks he is hood, and wants to start wrestling to make a point I guess you can say. A point that he is the best at anything he does; he makes a little money selling dope and riding his life on the hot side of things. He believes he is untouchable and it just makes me laugh. “Lou, let’s get to the promo room, got something on my mind, I need to say.”
Camera On
The screen is dark, nothing can be seen. But out of nowhere, the lights all come on. And right there, a folded up steel chair is present and Lou Fender is sitting in the center of the room. Dressed normally; flannel tucked in shirt and Wrangler blue jeans. He has the look of determination on his face. Breathing in and out heavily; a mixture of irritation and frustration sets in. “I have been in this wrestling business for multiple decades, I have seen a lot of young punks walk in and believe they were the best. Believe they had what it takes to step through those ropes into my sanctuary. Into my homeland, my squared circle. They believe they have what it takes to be the next big thing in professional wrestling. But they don’t, they do not know what it takes. They don’t know what it means to be the absolute best in this business. They just watch that television, and they think they know what to do. No training, they go and purchase some cheap gym membership and they call it good. They believe that is all they need. They believe they can buy talent. They believe they can buy the ability to be a squared circle god. It doesn’t work like that, it never has, never will. I watch these little video’s they make and they feel they made their point, and now nobody can stop them. Why is that, why do you think that Tyson? Why do you believe selling some drugs and being semi-professional at that can make you a great professional wrestler? Selling and dealing is a dream job for the likes of you. But the likes of us, we want to be great in the man’s world. And I found one man who can do it, who can be great. Who can make an impact like none other; he is a submission technician. He is known to the world, Lance Peterson!”
I walk into the scene, dressed in my wrestling gear. Orange and Black wrestling tights, with the words Submission Technician going down the right and left leg.
“Tyson Pride, thank you so much. Thank you for drawing first blood. I will give credit where credit is due. You have a very enjoyable video, hell I couldn’t stop laughing. I thought it was the funniest shit I have seen since I went and seen “Let me Explain” the stand-up Kevin Hart movie. Hell that might have been funnier than Kevin Hart, Dane Cook and Katt Williams combined. They might be out of a job; we have our own funny man now. Tyson, you think you know. You believe you got this in the bag. You are already celebrating as you won the damn championship. Where in reality, you have not even got into the tournament and you won’t anyways. Let me explain why you’re not entering that tournament. Arrogance and cockiness is a bad flaw, that’s your problem. See, you have not done a damn thing in my opinion. You talk about I do not know the streets; I do not know what it’s like to be hood. Your right; Tyson you’re so right. The difference between me and hood; between me and you. When I got my girl pregnant, I took care of my kid. When times got tough, I didn’t take the easy way out. I busted my ass; I didn’t need to sell drugs. I lost the dream; I wanted to be Jerry Rice. But that is life; you don’t get what you want all the time. You talk about having to look behind your back, good for you son. Live your life that way, I will live mine by being great inside that ring.”
I grab a bottle water, taking a swig, I begin to chuckle.
“You say I am the Tom Brady of professional wrestling. Tom Brady wishes he could be Lance Peterson. Tom Brady wishes he could be as handsome as Lance Peterson. Brady could not even lace my boots. Neither can you Tyson, you do not know what it is like to be in the ring with me. I am not a self-proclaimed Submission Technician, I prove it. And I am not going to run down my credentials that are not necessary. What is though is the fact I am walking into this week’s event and the name fits because I am un-stoppable. I am un-touchable, nobody can put me down. Tyson, this could be your knockout blow. This could be the end of a short career. You will never imagine pain like what your about to endure. What are you going to do when it is submission after submission, what are you going to do when you go on your goal-line drive? This is not a threat, it’s a warning. You show up, you will tap out. You will cry, and your rep will be dismantled. Take my advice, stay home.”
I drop the water bottle and walk from the scene, Lou follows shortly after. But Lou comes back and says a few final words.
“Don’t be a hero boy!”