Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 5:40:52 GMT -5
Its been a very miserable first week for Mod Deuce in WCF.
First of all, it seems that most of the roster is worn down by the henpecking of one Sarah Twilight. Despite his best efforts to stay clear of her wrath, it doesn't seem that whatever he does will work. Especially since part of his deal with WCF is transporting some of the company equipment from one venue to another, and she seems unhappy about everything he does, from loading to securing the equipment on his truck. He doesn't tell her how to do her job, so why the hell is she there telling him how to do his job?
And of course, there have been a few people in WCF that have really grinded his gears. It seemed that George and Kevin would be the guys to really bother him, considering that Deuce has made no secret his love of technology, a "nerd" pastime. But rather, it is this individual named raYne that has caused him the most problems.
Deuce went to college and has dealt with the LGBT community from time to time. His usual tactic was to mind his own business and go about life. He never got involved in their way of life, and they didn't bother him, until now. All of this because he used some colorful language about the intelligence factor of George and Kevin, who ironically enough, would probably just call raYne a "Gay Nerd!"
About the only time he has had that was pleasant was the driving to Denver for the first show, and that seems like a long-ago faded memory. He once again longed for the open road, with a destination, and maybe some female company. But no, instead he's stuck in Denver, Colorado, in the blistering cold, waiting to talk to Hank Brown once again about how "great" WCF has been since he's arrived. So here he is, sitting in an indoor parking lot behind the Pepsi Center, wearing his old U of M Wolverines hoodie, jeans, and a pair of worn steel-toe boots. He sips coffee from a huge silver cup as he contemplates the past week, before Hank Brown walks outside and starts to shiver. Mod gets to his feet, as he walks over to Hank. Deuce then says...
Deuce: Let's get this done and over with.
Deuce goes past Hank and enters the building, as Brown follows him back inside to the warm interior of the Pepsi Center. They go inside to the arena, where there is seating, and Deuce sits down on the steps, knowing well enough not to attempt to sit inside one of the spectator seats. Hank sits in one of the spectator seats and pulls out a tape recorder from inside his jacket. He clicks it on and says...
Brown: This is Hank Brown, with "The Upgrade" Mod Deuce. First question I have for you is how are you liking your stay here in WCF?
Deuce scoffs at the question, but refrains from making his complaints known right away and says...
Deuce: Let's just say that its been an experience so far. I love the travelling.
Brown: You'll get more of that as time goes by. But what about the people you've met?
Deuce: I'd like to give a shout-out to the hometown homeboy, Ryan Rhodes. Haven't been able to address him on Twitter, mainly because I've been dealing with a certain asshat that the company hired shortly after hiring me.
Brown: I take it you're referring to raYne.
Deuce: Your insight serves you well. It hasn't been a mystery that I do not get along, nor do I like, how raYne has gone after me because of a few poorly-chosen words. I've apologized, but he, or is it she? raYne chooses not to accept my apology. raYne instead wants to whine, cry, bitch, and moan about how people of an alternative lifestyle, or choice, or whatever, is being abused by a bunch of words. If I went all "boo-hoo" whenever I got called a "Geek", or "Nerd", or "Squint", or whathaveyou, I probably wouldn't have accomplished anything in life. raYne needs to put on his or her big boy or girl pants and accept the fact that I made a mistake instead of standing on his or her soapbox trying to make everyone feel sorry for him or her because he or she was born or chooses to be androgynous and to have sex with both men and women. But instead, raYne wants to try to make an example of me, it seems. So be it. raYne has officially bitten off more than raYne can chew. And that is NOT a sexual euphamism.
Brown: Now some would say that this line of thinking is offensive to the LGBT community...
Deuce: Until now, I have not had any problems with anybody of the LGBT community. Hell, one of the guys on the basketball team was gay, and we didn't care! Just as long as he did his job, we didn't care. Did we joke about his sexual preference? Yes we did. Hell, he made jokes about it. He didn't get butt-hurt. And he didn't go all GLAAD on us whenever there was a problem. But this raYne person seems to have an axe to grind. Well, grind away. You keep pushing, and nobody will take you seriously.
Brown: That might be a fight for another time. But your debut is coming up in Corpus Christi against three other men...
Deuce: I saw that. The Original Gangster, Gabriel Mephisto, and Caleb Fourchon. Haven't heard a peep out of those guys really. Not even a peep about how OG gonna drive-by all of us, or how Caleb is going to gut us all like the gators in the swamp of Louisiana. Hell, I haven't even heard a peep about this Mephisto guy, who I guess likes killing people. I guess I'm boring in comparison. I like messing with computers, building stuff, and having Internet arguements with the sexually bizarre. I don't know if I'll stand a chance against such brutal men as those before me.
Hank Brown looks at Deuce with a look of dismay, as he sees Deuce frown at the question and his response. Then Deuce smiles and says...
Deuce: Yeah, said no one in their first match, ever! OG ain't got nothing on me! Homeboy looks like a beanpole who couldn't hack in the NBA, so he's doing whatever it takes to stay out of 'da hood! He ain't gangsta at all! What's a gangsta doing out of 'da hood? I'm from the motherfuckin' hood! Roll up on the Trailer Park Paradise in the 313 and I'll show you what the real 'hood is all about!
Fourchon likes to wrestle gators and use every dirty trick in the book to get the "W". Well, sorry to say that about the only thing I have in common with a gator is disposition, because when I grab you I will make an example of you as well as this O.G. Original Gangsta wannabe asshat! This gator's gonna have his day with you, Amos Moses. And when you leave that ring, you'll wish you were back in Louisiana, killing alligators with a stump!
And now on to Mephisto. The guy with some strange case of MPD. All mysterious and shit. Thinks he can scare the shit out of me with how he kills people and his wacky little friends inside of his head. I used to deal with assholes who think they can intimidate with all that dark shit. I hate to hurt your feelings, but I've already looked death in the face, and he's not ready for me. I've been stabbed and shot and I'm still here. What you can do to me in the ring is nothing that I haven't already experienced through this horrible game we call "Life". Now if you want to just sit there and intimidate me with your silence, or the fact that you have four distinct personalities running around in that brain pan of yours, you are wasting your time.
And now that I've had a look at the competition I'll be facing in the upcoming week, I'm now not shocked at the treatment I've received from Sarah Twilight. Most of these new guys here are a fucking joke. Whacked-out killer with MPD, or some guy who claims to be all gangsta. And the guy who wrestles alligators for a living in a circus? Please! I've cut my fucking teeth wrestling and I've paid my dues. Hell, I'm still paying them, one match at a time. And it won't be long before all my hard work pays off, as I upgrade this place from one that takes on ridiculous gimmicks to legit wrestlers that have business being here. Its time to flush the system, and get rid of these useless programs from the system. And I'll start with Original Gangster, Gabriel Mephisto, and Caleb Fourchon.
Brown: We'll see about that. Until then, its all talk about what you're going to do to these guys. Seen bigger guys than you flop before.
Deuce: Are you still upset about the fact that I kicked you off the truck? You're lucky that's all I did. Who just sits on someone else's vehicle? That's pretty fucking disrespectful. I worked hard to have these kinds of nice things, and that truck is my livlihood! How would you like it if I took that tape recorder and chucked it across the room? Or destroyed the things that you make your living with? How about I watch porn on your computer so it gets infected with some sort of virus?
Brown: Point taken. I apologize.
Deuce: I accept your apology. As for how I do, that all depends on those guys. Are they going to give me something to fight for? Or are they going to die before their life in the ring begins? That all depends on them. All I know is that I'm going into the ring prepared for a fight, and I'll beat any motherfucker who steps in front of me. Whether they be gangster, redneck, psycho, gay, straight, unsure, or androgynous! I don't give a fuck! And after this match, every motherfucker in the WCF will be on notice, you do not fuck with "The Upgrade", but rather "The Upgrade" fucks with you! And you can take that Yakov Smirnoff to the bank, bitches!
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Several hours later, on the road to Corpus Christi, with the song "Turn The Page" by Bob Seger playing in the background as he takes his Peterbilt down I-25 crossing into New Mexico. His mind is focused on the song, talking about the days before, and how the next day is more of the same. Is this the life he's destined to face from here on in? Town to town? Wasting his talents because he can't deal with the fact that he failed in his previous life?
It was a struggle dealing with the fact that both his father and brother were incarcerated for their crimes. It was an even bigger struggle watching his mother wither away from the cancer after they went to prison. It hurt him that his younger brother Sean was now alone and with no family, all because Mark couldn't take the pressure of college anymore.
Its not like he didn't try, but after getting shot, he started going downhill. He lost his spot on the basketball team, losing his scholarship in the process. He couldn't afford to continue his college education. He was forced to go home and provide for his family. Repossession almost killed him as well. Its amazing how people get attached to things that don't belong to them. And in Detroit, its hard to have and keep nice things these days. The Golden Years are over, and the gold has been replaced with the rust of those dead plants that once powered the greatest nation on the planet.
It was funny that Hank Brown failed to ask Deuce what he truly represented in life. But then again, nobody really represents much of anything these days, except themselves. And if asked, what would he have said? That maybe he represents those who are trying to make something better of the life they already have? He's alive, and that's a miracle, but is it wrong to not just be alive, but to also want to live as well? Getting past survival and into a life?
What is he doing this for? He could've went to another college and completed his degree. Maybe work on that bio-diesel engine patent idea he had been developing since he was in high school. That is the question Deuce can't answer at this time. Maybe he's running away. Or maybe he is the representative of the blue-collar work force of an ungrateful nation that is willing to fight back for a bit of the good life, rather than the survival that the government is content to provide at no extra charge. What a depressing thought. The government.
What is even more depressing is his opponents for this upcoming match. They don't seem to have their hearts in this match, or in WCF. He wasn't just blowing hot smoke when he stated that about understanding the frustration that Sarah Twilight has had. It won't make the two of them buddies. He's sure he won't be getting an invitation to her birthday party anytime soon, but the frustration is there, and understandable.
And then it dawned on him. This whole "meaning to life" thing. Its just like this travelling thing. It doesn't matter the destination, but rather the journey. How you get there is what counts, and what you did during the journey is what matters the most.
It doesn't matter that he has static with raYne, or that he's facing three guys at the next edition of Slam, or the fact that Sarah Twilight has so much contempt for the members of the roster. Its all about how to handle all of these situations. Just like how he dealt with Detroit by leaving it behind. How he handled college by saving for his return. How he took care of his brother by sending him money from his work while staying in the good graces of his aunt for the time being. That is all this is. A damn test to see how one handles it all.
His first test is three other unproven wrestlers on the main stage. After that, well, who knows? Maybe raYne will face him like a man, or woman, or whatever term the androgynous use to portray their presence. And maybe, just maybe, he'll make some headway into WCF. Win a few titles, make some cash, but more importantly, find out just what kind of man Mark Jorgensen, or better yet, what kind of man Mod Deuce really is.
First of all, it seems that most of the roster is worn down by the henpecking of one Sarah Twilight. Despite his best efforts to stay clear of her wrath, it doesn't seem that whatever he does will work. Especially since part of his deal with WCF is transporting some of the company equipment from one venue to another, and she seems unhappy about everything he does, from loading to securing the equipment on his truck. He doesn't tell her how to do her job, so why the hell is she there telling him how to do his job?
And of course, there have been a few people in WCF that have really grinded his gears. It seemed that George and Kevin would be the guys to really bother him, considering that Deuce has made no secret his love of technology, a "nerd" pastime. But rather, it is this individual named raYne that has caused him the most problems.
Deuce went to college and has dealt with the LGBT community from time to time. His usual tactic was to mind his own business and go about life. He never got involved in their way of life, and they didn't bother him, until now. All of this because he used some colorful language about the intelligence factor of George and Kevin, who ironically enough, would probably just call raYne a "Gay Nerd!"
About the only time he has had that was pleasant was the driving to Denver for the first show, and that seems like a long-ago faded memory. He once again longed for the open road, with a destination, and maybe some female company. But no, instead he's stuck in Denver, Colorado, in the blistering cold, waiting to talk to Hank Brown once again about how "great" WCF has been since he's arrived. So here he is, sitting in an indoor parking lot behind the Pepsi Center, wearing his old U of M Wolverines hoodie, jeans, and a pair of worn steel-toe boots. He sips coffee from a huge silver cup as he contemplates the past week, before Hank Brown walks outside and starts to shiver. Mod gets to his feet, as he walks over to Hank. Deuce then says...
Deuce: Let's get this done and over with.
Deuce goes past Hank and enters the building, as Brown follows him back inside to the warm interior of the Pepsi Center. They go inside to the arena, where there is seating, and Deuce sits down on the steps, knowing well enough not to attempt to sit inside one of the spectator seats. Hank sits in one of the spectator seats and pulls out a tape recorder from inside his jacket. He clicks it on and says...
Brown: This is Hank Brown, with "The Upgrade" Mod Deuce. First question I have for you is how are you liking your stay here in WCF?
Deuce scoffs at the question, but refrains from making his complaints known right away and says...
Deuce: Let's just say that its been an experience so far. I love the travelling.
Brown: You'll get more of that as time goes by. But what about the people you've met?
Deuce: I'd like to give a shout-out to the hometown homeboy, Ryan Rhodes. Haven't been able to address him on Twitter, mainly because I've been dealing with a certain asshat that the company hired shortly after hiring me.
Brown: I take it you're referring to raYne.
Deuce: Your insight serves you well. It hasn't been a mystery that I do not get along, nor do I like, how raYne has gone after me because of a few poorly-chosen words. I've apologized, but he, or is it she? raYne chooses not to accept my apology. raYne instead wants to whine, cry, bitch, and moan about how people of an alternative lifestyle, or choice, or whatever, is being abused by a bunch of words. If I went all "boo-hoo" whenever I got called a "Geek", or "Nerd", or "Squint", or whathaveyou, I probably wouldn't have accomplished anything in life. raYne needs to put on his or her big boy or girl pants and accept the fact that I made a mistake instead of standing on his or her soapbox trying to make everyone feel sorry for him or her because he or she was born or chooses to be androgynous and to have sex with both men and women. But instead, raYne wants to try to make an example of me, it seems. So be it. raYne has officially bitten off more than raYne can chew. And that is NOT a sexual euphamism.
Brown: Now some would say that this line of thinking is offensive to the LGBT community...
Deuce: Until now, I have not had any problems with anybody of the LGBT community. Hell, one of the guys on the basketball team was gay, and we didn't care! Just as long as he did his job, we didn't care. Did we joke about his sexual preference? Yes we did. Hell, he made jokes about it. He didn't get butt-hurt. And he didn't go all GLAAD on us whenever there was a problem. But this raYne person seems to have an axe to grind. Well, grind away. You keep pushing, and nobody will take you seriously.
Brown: That might be a fight for another time. But your debut is coming up in Corpus Christi against three other men...
Deuce: I saw that. The Original Gangster, Gabriel Mephisto, and Caleb Fourchon. Haven't heard a peep out of those guys really. Not even a peep about how OG gonna drive-by all of us, or how Caleb is going to gut us all like the gators in the swamp of Louisiana. Hell, I haven't even heard a peep about this Mephisto guy, who I guess likes killing people. I guess I'm boring in comparison. I like messing with computers, building stuff, and having Internet arguements with the sexually bizarre. I don't know if I'll stand a chance against such brutal men as those before me.
Hank Brown looks at Deuce with a look of dismay, as he sees Deuce frown at the question and his response. Then Deuce smiles and says...
Deuce: Yeah, said no one in their first match, ever! OG ain't got nothing on me! Homeboy looks like a beanpole who couldn't hack in the NBA, so he's doing whatever it takes to stay out of 'da hood! He ain't gangsta at all! What's a gangsta doing out of 'da hood? I'm from the motherfuckin' hood! Roll up on the Trailer Park Paradise in the 313 and I'll show you what the real 'hood is all about!
Fourchon likes to wrestle gators and use every dirty trick in the book to get the "W". Well, sorry to say that about the only thing I have in common with a gator is disposition, because when I grab you I will make an example of you as well as this O.G. Original Gangsta wannabe asshat! This gator's gonna have his day with you, Amos Moses. And when you leave that ring, you'll wish you were back in Louisiana, killing alligators with a stump!
And now on to Mephisto. The guy with some strange case of MPD. All mysterious and shit. Thinks he can scare the shit out of me with how he kills people and his wacky little friends inside of his head. I used to deal with assholes who think they can intimidate with all that dark shit. I hate to hurt your feelings, but I've already looked death in the face, and he's not ready for me. I've been stabbed and shot and I'm still here. What you can do to me in the ring is nothing that I haven't already experienced through this horrible game we call "Life". Now if you want to just sit there and intimidate me with your silence, or the fact that you have four distinct personalities running around in that brain pan of yours, you are wasting your time.
And now that I've had a look at the competition I'll be facing in the upcoming week, I'm now not shocked at the treatment I've received from Sarah Twilight. Most of these new guys here are a fucking joke. Whacked-out killer with MPD, or some guy who claims to be all gangsta. And the guy who wrestles alligators for a living in a circus? Please! I've cut my fucking teeth wrestling and I've paid my dues. Hell, I'm still paying them, one match at a time. And it won't be long before all my hard work pays off, as I upgrade this place from one that takes on ridiculous gimmicks to legit wrestlers that have business being here. Its time to flush the system, and get rid of these useless programs from the system. And I'll start with Original Gangster, Gabriel Mephisto, and Caleb Fourchon.
Brown: We'll see about that. Until then, its all talk about what you're going to do to these guys. Seen bigger guys than you flop before.
Deuce: Are you still upset about the fact that I kicked you off the truck? You're lucky that's all I did. Who just sits on someone else's vehicle? That's pretty fucking disrespectful. I worked hard to have these kinds of nice things, and that truck is my livlihood! How would you like it if I took that tape recorder and chucked it across the room? Or destroyed the things that you make your living with? How about I watch porn on your computer so it gets infected with some sort of virus?
Brown: Point taken. I apologize.
Deuce: I accept your apology. As for how I do, that all depends on those guys. Are they going to give me something to fight for? Or are they going to die before their life in the ring begins? That all depends on them. All I know is that I'm going into the ring prepared for a fight, and I'll beat any motherfucker who steps in front of me. Whether they be gangster, redneck, psycho, gay, straight, unsure, or androgynous! I don't give a fuck! And after this match, every motherfucker in the WCF will be on notice, you do not fuck with "The Upgrade", but rather "The Upgrade" fucks with you! And you can take that Yakov Smirnoff to the bank, bitches!
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Several hours later, on the road to Corpus Christi, with the song "Turn The Page" by Bob Seger playing in the background as he takes his Peterbilt down I-25 crossing into New Mexico. His mind is focused on the song, talking about the days before, and how the next day is more of the same. Is this the life he's destined to face from here on in? Town to town? Wasting his talents because he can't deal with the fact that he failed in his previous life?
It was a struggle dealing with the fact that both his father and brother were incarcerated for their crimes. It was an even bigger struggle watching his mother wither away from the cancer after they went to prison. It hurt him that his younger brother Sean was now alone and with no family, all because Mark couldn't take the pressure of college anymore.
Its not like he didn't try, but after getting shot, he started going downhill. He lost his spot on the basketball team, losing his scholarship in the process. He couldn't afford to continue his college education. He was forced to go home and provide for his family. Repossession almost killed him as well. Its amazing how people get attached to things that don't belong to them. And in Detroit, its hard to have and keep nice things these days. The Golden Years are over, and the gold has been replaced with the rust of those dead plants that once powered the greatest nation on the planet.
It was funny that Hank Brown failed to ask Deuce what he truly represented in life. But then again, nobody really represents much of anything these days, except themselves. And if asked, what would he have said? That maybe he represents those who are trying to make something better of the life they already have? He's alive, and that's a miracle, but is it wrong to not just be alive, but to also want to live as well? Getting past survival and into a life?
What is he doing this for? He could've went to another college and completed his degree. Maybe work on that bio-diesel engine patent idea he had been developing since he was in high school. That is the question Deuce can't answer at this time. Maybe he's running away. Or maybe he is the representative of the blue-collar work force of an ungrateful nation that is willing to fight back for a bit of the good life, rather than the survival that the government is content to provide at no extra charge. What a depressing thought. The government.
What is even more depressing is his opponents for this upcoming match. They don't seem to have their hearts in this match, or in WCF. He wasn't just blowing hot smoke when he stated that about understanding the frustration that Sarah Twilight has had. It won't make the two of them buddies. He's sure he won't be getting an invitation to her birthday party anytime soon, but the frustration is there, and understandable.
And then it dawned on him. This whole "meaning to life" thing. Its just like this travelling thing. It doesn't matter the destination, but rather the journey. How you get there is what counts, and what you did during the journey is what matters the most.
It doesn't matter that he has static with raYne, or that he's facing three guys at the next edition of Slam, or the fact that Sarah Twilight has so much contempt for the members of the roster. Its all about how to handle all of these situations. Just like how he dealt with Detroit by leaving it behind. How he handled college by saving for his return. How he took care of his brother by sending him money from his work while staying in the good graces of his aunt for the time being. That is all this is. A damn test to see how one handles it all.
His first test is three other unproven wrestlers on the main stage. After that, well, who knows? Maybe raYne will face him like a man, or woman, or whatever term the androgynous use to portray their presence. And maybe, just maybe, he'll make some headway into WCF. Win a few titles, make some cash, but more importantly, find out just what kind of man Mark Jorgensen, or better yet, what kind of man Mod Deuce really is.
