double @ lines up triple @ in the crosshairs
Jul 15, 2016 22:54:42 GMT -5
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Post by meteoricrise on Jul 15, 2016 22:54:42 GMT -5
80 degrees... feels like 90 degrees and the moon is high in the sky. The result of South East Texas, humidity that would choke a Yankee to death. Things that are born and grow old here have to have thicker skin. They have to adapt and evolve to survive. The meteoric rise sits in a wooden rocking chair at the edge of a body of water, the front porch light flickering in the distance between hanging willow tree branches. He sits oblivious to the shadow dancing about behind him. His hands locked to a wooden fishing reel. He gives no attention to his young prodigy as he makes his way from the background to the foreground. Bobbing intensely, like a starving rattlesnake thrown into a box of mice. The boy, abstract flexes at the camera wide eyes flaring.
Abstract: (screaming) TRIPLE @, YOU HIT LIKE A BITCH!!!
Meteoric rise lifts his eyes up slightly, gauging the rope he's going to give his son given the circumstances.
Abstract: (hopping up and down) what, what... what comes around, no, what goes around comes... you hit like a bitch bro!
Meteoric rise: (with a look of condemnation) language. What is vulgarity?
Abstract: (scolded but still angry) The final recourse of an uneducated man. A man that can't see reason. A dangerously unskilled man. You told this dude the story pop. You laid it out and told him the options. And this emotional cripple picks the road less travelled. I'll grant him that. But he has led himself in his opening moments down a road he is ill equipped to travel. He has to be punished. That's the rule. He has to be punished.
Meteoric rise: son, your fueled with so much contempt that you looking at this through binoculars. The problem with detailed viewing is you lose your peripheral vision. We are in a triple threat tag this week. We will get to triple @ in a minute. He has earned the podium, before we lay the ground work on him. Let's respectfully address the elephant in the room. Moxy and the urban gladiator Dion Necurat. There isn't a polite way to say this so I'm just going to say it. I bring my 10 year old son to ringside, with full intention and knowledge he is likely going to be involved and possibly hurt such as last week. The proper waivers have been signed making wcf non liable in the event of him being injured. The same as would be registered with any contact or combat sport a child engages in. That being said, in the ring, we are all equal. Man, woman, old, young, heterosexual, homosexual. Your all equally seen as potential victims to me. Don't give any quarter Sunday night. You won't receive any. Triple @ has gone on record as saying he doesn't want to wrestle you. I'm certain good old boy Adam young feels similar. I don't mind doing the dirty work. Sunday, if it's a path to victory, I'm going 10th degree white trash, and I'm going to punch you in your pretty face until you aren't pretty anymore. If triple @ can hold onto his end of the deal and keep Necurat entertained, then you guys are a non factor.
Abstract: That's hoping for a lot. Last week the job was done before he even stepped in the ring. The only thing he even did was an act of fucking treason.
Meteoric rise: (lifting his head to look his son in the eyes.) Abstract Alexander, you've been given a reasonable leash given that mans actions after our match last week. Funny thing about leashes is that when a choke chain is involved reaching just a few inches beyond the full length can do more harm than good. If you understand what I mean.
Abstract: I'm sorry pop. I'm just mad. It won't slip again. I promise. We need to get to him. I feel like I'm going to explode.
Meteoric rise: Adam young and Sebastian Magnum, Texas is Texas. I make it a personal note to never underestimate something or someone from Texas. It has a tendency to backfire more often than not. The reality is I feel my tag team partner is the more skilled technician. But it hurts my heart to stomp out a fellow southern gentleman. But that's the name of the game. The irony is they think, I think, I literally live in the 50's. While Sebastian Magnum is a self described practical jokester from the 80's. Which reminds me... I've got a joke for him since he thinks this is fun and game time... knock knock... (glances at abstract)
Abstract: (caught off guard as his father's sense of humor doesn't exist) oh... uh... whose there?
Meteoric rise: we're gonna beat the.
Abstract: we're gonna beat the who?
Meteoric rise: we're gonna beat the living hell out of you two strip club hopping meth heads this weekend. The truth is that the biggest threat to our teams success has nothing to do with either opponent. The two most dangerous people in this match are on the same team. And it's safe to say at this point, we dont care for one another's company. Triple @ is under some insane skewed perception that we feel entitled to something here in wcf. That's the most insulting thing he could aspire to say. We don't expect to be given anything. We fully intend to take everything we want at the expense of others. This attack by triple @ has nothing to do with how he feels about me. Right out of the gate, he wants to be relevant, and he wants to be relevant on my dime. That I cannot allow.
Abstract... sound off on triple @.
Abstract: It's funny my dad out here fishing tonight triple @. Makes me think back a couple of years ago, we were fishing and I hooked my first alligator gar fish. So I drag this thing to the waters edge and like I do with perch or catfish, I go to step into the water to pull it to shore. Dad stops me and says "no son, not this fish. You see them teeth? It may as well be a barracuda in that water." In that water your in its element was his point. He taught me that day how to turn the tide of a battle and swing the outcome in my favor. You drag that alligator gar fish to shore, all the way to dry land. It can't breath, it's panicked, it's focus not at 100%. Now the only way it can bite you is if your stupid enough to stick your fingers in its mouth. Now, since they really aren't good eating and they are a nuisance fish, just shoot the stupid thing. I'm a 10 year old boy Mr. Archer, I'm 90 pounds soaking wet. Your a grown man. Face to face, you win that fight 100 out of 100 times. Hands down. Not even close. But you've made a critical mistake. You had a great advantage Mr Archer, you may not think you needed it. But it's always better to have and not need. Than need and not have. At some point, your Gonna be engaged with someone. Maybe Mr. Young. Maybe Mr. Magnum. Someone, doesn't really matter. Your gonna be on that shore, struggling to breath. Unfocused. Unable to bite back. And I'm going to punish you even if it costs us the win. (Abstract raises his hands above his head in a relaxed state with a smile on his face, in his hands can be seen a small black device. With the flick of his thumb a small blue arch emanates from two prongs on the end of the device releasing a rattling sound. Abstract shudders with glee) You will find my dad is a living Rolodex of famous quotes. I'll leave you with one of my favorites. It's what you should be feeling about now Mr. Archer... Japanese admiral isoroku yamamoto describing the assault on pearl harbor. "I fear all that we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve." And Mr. Archer, I'm not talking about my dad... be careful what you wish for. You have our attention.
Scene fades to black.
Abstract: (screaming) TRIPLE @, YOU HIT LIKE A BITCH!!!
Meteoric rise lifts his eyes up slightly, gauging the rope he's going to give his son given the circumstances.
Abstract: (hopping up and down) what, what... what comes around, no, what goes around comes... you hit like a bitch bro!
Meteoric rise: (with a look of condemnation) language. What is vulgarity?
Abstract: (scolded but still angry) The final recourse of an uneducated man. A man that can't see reason. A dangerously unskilled man. You told this dude the story pop. You laid it out and told him the options. And this emotional cripple picks the road less travelled. I'll grant him that. But he has led himself in his opening moments down a road he is ill equipped to travel. He has to be punished. That's the rule. He has to be punished.
Meteoric rise: son, your fueled with so much contempt that you looking at this through binoculars. The problem with detailed viewing is you lose your peripheral vision. We are in a triple threat tag this week. We will get to triple @ in a minute. He has earned the podium, before we lay the ground work on him. Let's respectfully address the elephant in the room. Moxy and the urban gladiator Dion Necurat. There isn't a polite way to say this so I'm just going to say it. I bring my 10 year old son to ringside, with full intention and knowledge he is likely going to be involved and possibly hurt such as last week. The proper waivers have been signed making wcf non liable in the event of him being injured. The same as would be registered with any contact or combat sport a child engages in. That being said, in the ring, we are all equal. Man, woman, old, young, heterosexual, homosexual. Your all equally seen as potential victims to me. Don't give any quarter Sunday night. You won't receive any. Triple @ has gone on record as saying he doesn't want to wrestle you. I'm certain good old boy Adam young feels similar. I don't mind doing the dirty work. Sunday, if it's a path to victory, I'm going 10th degree white trash, and I'm going to punch you in your pretty face until you aren't pretty anymore. If triple @ can hold onto his end of the deal and keep Necurat entertained, then you guys are a non factor.
Abstract: That's hoping for a lot. Last week the job was done before he even stepped in the ring. The only thing he even did was an act of fucking treason.
Meteoric rise: (lifting his head to look his son in the eyes.) Abstract Alexander, you've been given a reasonable leash given that mans actions after our match last week. Funny thing about leashes is that when a choke chain is involved reaching just a few inches beyond the full length can do more harm than good. If you understand what I mean.
Abstract: I'm sorry pop. I'm just mad. It won't slip again. I promise. We need to get to him. I feel like I'm going to explode.
Meteoric rise: Adam young and Sebastian Magnum, Texas is Texas. I make it a personal note to never underestimate something or someone from Texas. It has a tendency to backfire more often than not. The reality is I feel my tag team partner is the more skilled technician. But it hurts my heart to stomp out a fellow southern gentleman. But that's the name of the game. The irony is they think, I think, I literally live in the 50's. While Sebastian Magnum is a self described practical jokester from the 80's. Which reminds me... I've got a joke for him since he thinks this is fun and game time... knock knock... (glances at abstract)
Abstract: (caught off guard as his father's sense of humor doesn't exist) oh... uh... whose there?
Meteoric rise: we're gonna beat the.
Abstract: we're gonna beat the who?
Meteoric rise: we're gonna beat the living hell out of you two strip club hopping meth heads this weekend. The truth is that the biggest threat to our teams success has nothing to do with either opponent. The two most dangerous people in this match are on the same team. And it's safe to say at this point, we dont care for one another's company. Triple @ is under some insane skewed perception that we feel entitled to something here in wcf. That's the most insulting thing he could aspire to say. We don't expect to be given anything. We fully intend to take everything we want at the expense of others. This attack by triple @ has nothing to do with how he feels about me. Right out of the gate, he wants to be relevant, and he wants to be relevant on my dime. That I cannot allow.
Abstract... sound off on triple @.
Abstract: It's funny my dad out here fishing tonight triple @. Makes me think back a couple of years ago, we were fishing and I hooked my first alligator gar fish. So I drag this thing to the waters edge and like I do with perch or catfish, I go to step into the water to pull it to shore. Dad stops me and says "no son, not this fish. You see them teeth? It may as well be a barracuda in that water." In that water your in its element was his point. He taught me that day how to turn the tide of a battle and swing the outcome in my favor. You drag that alligator gar fish to shore, all the way to dry land. It can't breath, it's panicked, it's focus not at 100%. Now the only way it can bite you is if your stupid enough to stick your fingers in its mouth. Now, since they really aren't good eating and they are a nuisance fish, just shoot the stupid thing. I'm a 10 year old boy Mr. Archer, I'm 90 pounds soaking wet. Your a grown man. Face to face, you win that fight 100 out of 100 times. Hands down. Not even close. But you've made a critical mistake. You had a great advantage Mr Archer, you may not think you needed it. But it's always better to have and not need. Than need and not have. At some point, your Gonna be engaged with someone. Maybe Mr. Young. Maybe Mr. Magnum. Someone, doesn't really matter. Your gonna be on that shore, struggling to breath. Unfocused. Unable to bite back. And I'm going to punish you even if it costs us the win. (Abstract raises his hands above his head in a relaxed state with a smile on his face, in his hands can be seen a small black device. With the flick of his thumb a small blue arch emanates from two prongs on the end of the device releasing a rattling sound. Abstract shudders with glee) You will find my dad is a living Rolodex of famous quotes. I'll leave you with one of my favorites. It's what you should be feeling about now Mr. Archer... Japanese admiral isoroku yamamoto describing the assault on pearl harbor. "I fear all that we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve." And Mr. Archer, I'm not talking about my dad... be careful what you wish for. You have our attention.
Scene fades to black.
