Post by Vincent Augustine on Dec 19, 2018 23:35:32 GMT -5
Twas the night before Vincemas and the arena was packed, the fans gathered and cheered before everything went black. Out from the back walked a man full of Pride, he hollered and yelled, showed dominance with each stride. Vince was his name for the last week he did prepare, he showed the crowd his anger with his strong angry stare. This night was his night, for it was his crowning, the old TV champ would lose, and be left frowning.
That’s when the arena, now filled with bright light, shifted and changed, it was a marvelous sight. New music played and Teo arrived. Off the cheers and excitement, the man seemed to thrive. He slapped hands with the fans and approached the ring, holding up his title, they all gazed at the marvelous thing. Both men were checked and the ref signaled go, it was time on this night, to start the main show.
The men fought and bled, it was a true sight. Neither gave up, not on this faithful night. There were punches and kicks with a hold here and there. Some suplexes and lifts, and at one moment a long stare. Neither man gave in, they fought to the end. Their wills would not break, their spirit not bend. Throughout the whole fight they used every skill they could bring, but in the end, their emerged a new king.
Upon the top rope after the bell had long sound, stood a man filled with pride, a new champion crowned. For this was the night before Vincemas and the arena was packed, Vince stood champion, and had shown what Teo had lacked. With crying kids and boos from the fans, Vincent walked off, the title in his hands.
Vincent lowered the book and gazed out across the young children who filled the library. Many of them gazed back with looks of confusion, lost as to understanding just what they had heard. Finally one young boy in the front raised his hand, and Vincent pointed to him. “Um that wasn’t a Christmas story at all.” The boy said with a snarl on his face.
Vincent just laughed a bit, his eyes shuttered and his head twitched. ”but it is young man, in fact it is the greatest Christmas story of them all. It is the story of a man that many have misunderstood, that many have chosen to push aside, showing the world that false kings can be toppled.” Vincent smiled as the boy sat down with a look of disbelief on his face.
Another boy stood up and started talking. “That story is about the match between you and Teo isn’t it?” He asked.
Once more Vincent’s eyes shifted, his head twitched and he smiled. ”That is a very astute observation young man. Yes it is about myself and Teo and our battle that is to come this next week. It’s about me taking the time to show the world that Vincent Augustine is more than just a man who shows up week in and week out and wins half the time. It’s about me proving to the world that just because you call yourself something, that doesn’t mean that is who you are.”
Another boy stood up before that one could respond. “Teo is the king of media bro, he already showed you what happens to bullies, and this week it’s going to just be another lesson. I mean when was the last time you won a big match, really won it?” All the children let out a collective low tone whooooo.
”Listen up you little tit sucking shit. Teo may have won last time, sure it happened, but this isn’t last god damn time. I have a plan, I am prepared more than I was then. As for winning the big one, I had to throw a 600 pound man who is so damn large he can’t wipe his own ass out of the ring. If you ask me that’s a pretty damn big win!” Vincent finished the words with a stomp of his foot.
“Mister are you going to throw a temper tantrum?” A young boy asked, setting the crowd of children to laugh.
”Oh you got jokes huh fat boy?” Vincent stood up and tossed the book to the side. ”Come on little piggy, why don’t you show me how great you fucking are, show everyone what the tough little shit talking class clown has to offer!”
“Excuse me!” The librarian busted into the reading room. “Just what the heck is going on in here mister?” She announced all authoritarian. All of the children let out a collective low tone ewwwwwwww, there was even a ‘someone’s in trouble’ that rang out with it. “I don’t know where you were raised, but we don’t talk to little children like that, do you understand?”
Vincent’s head twitched and his eyes shifted before he responded. ”I am quite sorry ma’am, I don’t know what came over me. I…I think it best if I leave now.”Vincent stood up and strode out of the library, making his way down the sidewalk. He walked the better part of a mile before slipping off the roadway and into the shrubbery. Another mile and the trail of a creek brought him to his campsite, the coals of the fire still smoldering. There is sat down, pulled out his coffee cup and began the brew.
That is the last god damn time you get to be in charge when we are not in the ring. I mean who the hell yells at a little kid and threatens to fight them in a fucking library? Fuck, we are going to be lucky if the god damn authorities are not looking for us. Do you have no common sense? Well? Fuck where the hell are you?
Oh calm down, you whine like a 10 year old boy who got kicked in the nuts. No one is coming for us, no cops give a shit, and you know what, it’s for the damn edge. You know the edge that you never had until I got here? Yeah I have to work to keep that edge, to keep that fire going, otherwise we are going to lose that fire, and if we do, it’s back to being the punching bag of the WCF, and probably a padded cell. While we have that edge we have fire, we have purpose, we are worth something to the WCF, so you would be mindful to remember that.
I will remember that when the local cops show up and put us in handcuffs, I’ll remember how you made us such a better god damn person. See now you have me mad, it’s like I don’t even need you anymore.
Your words wound me my friend. Fact is you do need me and if you are so worried about the local cops, then grab the phone I bought after the last show out of our bag.
Vincent stood up and moved towards the tent, removing a duffel bag. He reached in and retrieved a phone from it.
Why in the hell did you buy us an iphone? You know they can track this shit right, I mean it has GPS in it. Fuck this is why I do the thinking and you do the fighting.
Just open up the internet on it and see that the cops are not coming for us.
Vincent fiddled with the phone and opened the internet, went to a local news site and the first story was about a man who accosted children at a local library.
There you have it, they have kids saying that we cussed at them and threatened to hurt them. Jesus this is a disaster, the local Sherriff is out to find us, oh god damn our photo lifted from a surveillance camera is on the god damn page. Way to colossally screw this the fuck up. Is this what can be expected when we face Teo?
Just a minor hiccup, besides they are not going to come looking for us out here, we are off the grid. Remember that was your idea, get away from people, keep to ourselves until we can figure out a way to fix this situation, well it’s just a new situation. Besides, it will all go away when we beat Teo, that’s how these things work. Add in the fact that we are wrestlers and we can do just about anything and get away with it, hell I heard about some wrestler killing a guy last week and no one cared. So I doubt yelling at some kids is on the top of the priority list.
I don’t think there is any fixing this us thing, and the phone, if they know we have it will lead them right to us. So looks like we need to be on the move again, and no being a wrestler and winning a championship does not make us untouchable. So beating Teo will mean exactly the same thing that it meant before. We will have a superficial title that we can walk around acting like is important, and rub in the faces of others, and still get the same level of disrespect we have had since day one.
There is a cure, I found it. Little Asian lady in Montana specializes in merging personalities into one, were both personalities remain dominate but are no longer independent, just costs like $50,000. When we win the title and become rich we will be set and able to get the procedure done.
You do realize that being TV champion doesn’t mean we become rich right?
Bullshit, we will be the champion of TV, all that money from being the King of Media will be ours.
This will be hard for you to hear, but the reality is the King of Media thing is more like a nickname, not a title. There’s no nobility behind it, no bonus pay, it’s kind of his trademark saying you know?
Well fuck that, I’m going to take it. When we beat his ass, I’m taking his god damn nickname, his stupid fucking moniker. I’ll make it something worth a shit, just like the damn TV title that is apparently fucking worthless. You know what, we will hit the TV circuit, you know be the TV champ that goes on the TV shows, talks about being the TV champ. Really get it out there!
I really like that idea, but let’s focus on getting the win first ok. Let me do some thinking, put something together. You know have a game plan going in.
Why don’t we just do what we did this last week? You get out of the damn way while we are in the ring and I’ll get the job done. I mean it did work out just like I said it would.
Ok, here’s the deal. I focus on getting us fixed, and finding someone who can do that, you focus on getting us the win. Sound like a plan?
Sounds good.
Vincent spun towards the tent, then the log, then the tent, then the coffee, then the tent, and then the phone.
What are you doing?
Excuse me? What are you doing?
More turns, more confusion, and then a fall face first onto the ground.
Dammit let me have control you fool. I can’t get this fixed if you are in my damn way.
I have to prepare for the match, so you let me have control. Teo isn’t going to just tell us all we need to know, I need to practice, do some research, get my gameplan.
Oh come on, there is no damn game plan, you said it yourself you like to just wing it.
Yeah and I’m sure your plan to fix us is to go find some low rent doctor in fucking equador who will do the procedure for a goat and a jar full of honey.
That’s it!
Vincent began to punch himself in the face repeatedly as he stood up, he spun around, kicked his shin, then grabbed the back of his head with his own hand and slammed it face first into the wood log by the fire, falling limp to the ground. For a long 10 minutes he laid motionless, then finally stirred, blood draining from his nose.
Fuck I thought those two would never shut up.
Vincent stretched out his back, it popped a few times and then he grabbed the phone off the ground and began to scroll. He stopped on a website, he found a book, how to remove unwanted personalities, by Robert Bardene. He winked, slipped the phone into his pocket and broke down the camp.
It feels good to be back in control
Vincent stuffed his gear into the backpack, slung it over his shoulders and took off, following the creek. His destination Reading, Pennsylvania and a date with Teo Blaze at slam. He smiled a bit at the thought, the last time he was in charge, he beat Teo, a different man, a different time, the same result. Vincent began to whistle as he walked, the familiar tune, It all adds up!
That’s when the arena, now filled with bright light, shifted and changed, it was a marvelous sight. New music played and Teo arrived. Off the cheers and excitement, the man seemed to thrive. He slapped hands with the fans and approached the ring, holding up his title, they all gazed at the marvelous thing. Both men were checked and the ref signaled go, it was time on this night, to start the main show.
The men fought and bled, it was a true sight. Neither gave up, not on this faithful night. There were punches and kicks with a hold here and there. Some suplexes and lifts, and at one moment a long stare. Neither man gave in, they fought to the end. Their wills would not break, their spirit not bend. Throughout the whole fight they used every skill they could bring, but in the end, their emerged a new king.
Upon the top rope after the bell had long sound, stood a man filled with pride, a new champion crowned. For this was the night before Vincemas and the arena was packed, Vince stood champion, and had shown what Teo had lacked. With crying kids and boos from the fans, Vincent walked off, the title in his hands.
Vincent lowered the book and gazed out across the young children who filled the library. Many of them gazed back with looks of confusion, lost as to understanding just what they had heard. Finally one young boy in the front raised his hand, and Vincent pointed to him. “Um that wasn’t a Christmas story at all.” The boy said with a snarl on his face.
Vincent just laughed a bit, his eyes shuttered and his head twitched. ”but it is young man, in fact it is the greatest Christmas story of them all. It is the story of a man that many have misunderstood, that many have chosen to push aside, showing the world that false kings can be toppled.” Vincent smiled as the boy sat down with a look of disbelief on his face.
Another boy stood up and started talking. “That story is about the match between you and Teo isn’t it?” He asked.
Once more Vincent’s eyes shifted, his head twitched and he smiled. ”That is a very astute observation young man. Yes it is about myself and Teo and our battle that is to come this next week. It’s about me taking the time to show the world that Vincent Augustine is more than just a man who shows up week in and week out and wins half the time. It’s about me proving to the world that just because you call yourself something, that doesn’t mean that is who you are.”
Another boy stood up before that one could respond. “Teo is the king of media bro, he already showed you what happens to bullies, and this week it’s going to just be another lesson. I mean when was the last time you won a big match, really won it?” All the children let out a collective low tone whooooo.
”Listen up you little tit sucking shit. Teo may have won last time, sure it happened, but this isn’t last god damn time. I have a plan, I am prepared more than I was then. As for winning the big one, I had to throw a 600 pound man who is so damn large he can’t wipe his own ass out of the ring. If you ask me that’s a pretty damn big win!” Vincent finished the words with a stomp of his foot.
“Mister are you going to throw a temper tantrum?” A young boy asked, setting the crowd of children to laugh.
”Oh you got jokes huh fat boy?” Vincent stood up and tossed the book to the side. ”Come on little piggy, why don’t you show me how great you fucking are, show everyone what the tough little shit talking class clown has to offer!”
“Excuse me!” The librarian busted into the reading room. “Just what the heck is going on in here mister?” She announced all authoritarian. All of the children let out a collective low tone ewwwwwwww, there was even a ‘someone’s in trouble’ that rang out with it. “I don’t know where you were raised, but we don’t talk to little children like that, do you understand?”
Vincent’s head twitched and his eyes shifted before he responded. ”I am quite sorry ma’am, I don’t know what came over me. I…I think it best if I leave now.”Vincent stood up and strode out of the library, making his way down the sidewalk. He walked the better part of a mile before slipping off the roadway and into the shrubbery. Another mile and the trail of a creek brought him to his campsite, the coals of the fire still smoldering. There is sat down, pulled out his coffee cup and began the brew.
That is the last god damn time you get to be in charge when we are not in the ring. I mean who the hell yells at a little kid and threatens to fight them in a fucking library? Fuck, we are going to be lucky if the god damn authorities are not looking for us. Do you have no common sense? Well? Fuck where the hell are you?
Oh calm down, you whine like a 10 year old boy who got kicked in the nuts. No one is coming for us, no cops give a shit, and you know what, it’s for the damn edge. You know the edge that you never had until I got here? Yeah I have to work to keep that edge, to keep that fire going, otherwise we are going to lose that fire, and if we do, it’s back to being the punching bag of the WCF, and probably a padded cell. While we have that edge we have fire, we have purpose, we are worth something to the WCF, so you would be mindful to remember that.
I will remember that when the local cops show up and put us in handcuffs, I’ll remember how you made us such a better god damn person. See now you have me mad, it’s like I don’t even need you anymore.
Your words wound me my friend. Fact is you do need me and if you are so worried about the local cops, then grab the phone I bought after the last show out of our bag.
Vincent stood up and moved towards the tent, removing a duffel bag. He reached in and retrieved a phone from it.
Why in the hell did you buy us an iphone? You know they can track this shit right, I mean it has GPS in it. Fuck this is why I do the thinking and you do the fighting.
Just open up the internet on it and see that the cops are not coming for us.
Vincent fiddled with the phone and opened the internet, went to a local news site and the first story was about a man who accosted children at a local library.
There you have it, they have kids saying that we cussed at them and threatened to hurt them. Jesus this is a disaster, the local Sherriff is out to find us, oh god damn our photo lifted from a surveillance camera is on the god damn page. Way to colossally screw this the fuck up. Is this what can be expected when we face Teo?
Just a minor hiccup, besides they are not going to come looking for us out here, we are off the grid. Remember that was your idea, get away from people, keep to ourselves until we can figure out a way to fix this situation, well it’s just a new situation. Besides, it will all go away when we beat Teo, that’s how these things work. Add in the fact that we are wrestlers and we can do just about anything and get away with it, hell I heard about some wrestler killing a guy last week and no one cared. So I doubt yelling at some kids is on the top of the priority list.
I don’t think there is any fixing this us thing, and the phone, if they know we have it will lead them right to us. So looks like we need to be on the move again, and no being a wrestler and winning a championship does not make us untouchable. So beating Teo will mean exactly the same thing that it meant before. We will have a superficial title that we can walk around acting like is important, and rub in the faces of others, and still get the same level of disrespect we have had since day one.
There is a cure, I found it. Little Asian lady in Montana specializes in merging personalities into one, were both personalities remain dominate but are no longer independent, just costs like $50,000. When we win the title and become rich we will be set and able to get the procedure done.
You do realize that being TV champion doesn’t mean we become rich right?
Bullshit, we will be the champion of TV, all that money from being the King of Media will be ours.
This will be hard for you to hear, but the reality is the King of Media thing is more like a nickname, not a title. There’s no nobility behind it, no bonus pay, it’s kind of his trademark saying you know?
Well fuck that, I’m going to take it. When we beat his ass, I’m taking his god damn nickname, his stupid fucking moniker. I’ll make it something worth a shit, just like the damn TV title that is apparently fucking worthless. You know what, we will hit the TV circuit, you know be the TV champ that goes on the TV shows, talks about being the TV champ. Really get it out there!
I really like that idea, but let’s focus on getting the win first ok. Let me do some thinking, put something together. You know have a game plan going in.
Why don’t we just do what we did this last week? You get out of the damn way while we are in the ring and I’ll get the job done. I mean it did work out just like I said it would.
Ok, here’s the deal. I focus on getting us fixed, and finding someone who can do that, you focus on getting us the win. Sound like a plan?
Sounds good.
Vincent spun towards the tent, then the log, then the tent, then the coffee, then the tent, and then the phone.
What are you doing?
Excuse me? What are you doing?
More turns, more confusion, and then a fall face first onto the ground.
Dammit let me have control you fool. I can’t get this fixed if you are in my damn way.
I have to prepare for the match, so you let me have control. Teo isn’t going to just tell us all we need to know, I need to practice, do some research, get my gameplan.
Oh come on, there is no damn game plan, you said it yourself you like to just wing it.
Yeah and I’m sure your plan to fix us is to go find some low rent doctor in fucking equador who will do the procedure for a goat and a jar full of honey.
That’s it!
Vincent began to punch himself in the face repeatedly as he stood up, he spun around, kicked his shin, then grabbed the back of his head with his own hand and slammed it face first into the wood log by the fire, falling limp to the ground. For a long 10 minutes he laid motionless, then finally stirred, blood draining from his nose.
Fuck I thought those two would never shut up.
Vincent stretched out his back, it popped a few times and then he grabbed the phone off the ground and began to scroll. He stopped on a website, he found a book, how to remove unwanted personalities, by Robert Bardene. He winked, slipped the phone into his pocket and broke down the camp.
It feels good to be back in control
Vincent stuffed his gear into the backpack, slung it over his shoulders and took off, following the creek. His destination Reading, Pennsylvania and a date with Teo Blaze at slam. He smiled a bit at the thought, the last time he was in charge, he beat Teo, a different man, a different time, the same result. Vincent began to whistle as he walked, the familiar tune, It all adds up!