Post by Vincent Augustine on Jan 25, 2019 16:02:43 GMT -5
JANUARY 22ND
Las Vegas NV, Sunset Park
On a bench sat a man, staring off over the water, watching the kids run and play, the nitro RC boats roar through the water, and the painfully bored attempt to fish. The morning was a brisk cold and the wind had brought with it a bitter bite that made that chill all the more painful. Yet the man sat there, watching, learning, and taking all of it in. Something about all of it was peaceful, familiar if you might, and yet everything was wrong for this man. No matter how much he tried to fix himself, no matter how hard the effort things were always seemingly turning to shit. Every look down the tunnel showed the light, he could see it, but no matter how bright it got he couldn’t get there, couldn’t reach that light, and now here he sat in a cold world, wasting away on a bench watching other’s lives progress as if his was inconsequential.
“You such sad sack.” A woman’s voice stated from behind the man before she circled around and sat down next to him on the bench. “I seen bags of oranges with more excitement in them then you.” She crossed her legs and looked across the lake with the man.
“I thought you fixed me?” Vincent subtly and silently asked of the woman.
“NO, I only fix your personalities, what you need way more than ancient Chinese medicine and magic. You need figure out who you are.” The little Asian woman removed a small metal bottle from her purse and took a sip. “Do you remember who you were before you became wreslter?” She casually asked.
“I do.” Vincent nodded as his mind drifted to the memories of traveling the world, of doing what he was doing right now, watching people, and learning from them. “I did what I am doing now, I watched, I learned and I…” Vincent trailed off as his mind remembered the negatives of his previous life.
“Why you no do that now?” The woman asked. “Maybe being who you are and not what others want you to be is what you need.” She took another sip from the bottle, the steam of the warm liquid escaped every time she uncapped it.
“That life is over for me.” Vincent replied.
“Why?” She asked.
“Because they told me it was over.” Came Vincent’s casual reply.
“Who is they?” The woman asked.
“The CIA. For 17 years I was a field operative, and then just like that it was over, I was pushed out, given some land, a made up backstory and forgotten to find my own way to fend for myself.” Vincent shook his head. “And boy did I fuck all that up, I lost the land, lost my money, hell I lost my mind and am now sitting here on a bench taking advice from an 80 year old Chinese woman. My how have I fallen?”
Letting out a laugh the woman offered Vincent some of her drink. He took the bottle, made a swig and coughed. “Careful, too much make body too warm, I think big bad CIA man can no handle it.” She let out more laughter as Vincent handed the bottle back.
“People here you say CIA and think James Bond, it’s nothing like that. It’s about watching people, learning about them, then exploiting their weaknesses to your advantage. In essence it’s glorified people watching and psychology.” Vincent let out a deep breath realizing his body was warmer, the bite of the cold was slowly fading.
“So how watching people and learning from them not help you in your career as wrestler?” The woman asked as she slipped the bottle back into her purse.
Vincent began to speak but had no words. Deep down inside he knew she was right, this old woman had thought for two minutes and told Vincent something he had just spent that last few days pondering. “Maybe it does help.” He finally replied.
“You be you Mr. Augustine, as long as you be you no one be able to take from you what you don’t want them to have.” She nodded, stood up and wiped the front of her clothes before walking off. “Maybe then you become whole.” Where the last words she spoke as rounded a corner walked out of ear and visual view. Vincent just smiled and watched the kids, the RC boat drivers, and the men fishing, his perspective still the same, but his mind changed.
JANUARY 24TH
At the Batter Up Sports Bar and Grille in Demopolis, GA
Midnight fast approached, and like most places across the country, 1:00 Am brought with it last call, meaning if Vincent wanted to get that drink he was seeking it had to be now. He pulled the Small Ford Focus he rented in Las Vegas over and came to a screeching stop in the parking lot of the Batter Up Sports Bar and Grille. He had been making calls nonstop since he left Vegas, but no one knew where Price was. For some reason he joined the Tag draft event that the WCF was running and as luck would have it Vincent landed with Jayson Price. Yeah the dude that had to marry that chick that looks like the guy from that movie twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Alas the worst part was Jayson was down on his luck now, scraping to get by, selling everything he had since the midget man/woman took everything from him. Deep down Vincent knew this could be useful, but he had to get to Jayson before Slam, he had to make sure that they could get on the same page and this desperation could help them both, and not just help Jayson. Vincent had a lot on this event, the chance to change his path in the WCF hung in the balance. They had given him three opportunities already and he had squandered all of them, now he had to take the next one, and he knew he couldn’t afford to squander this one.
Slipping out of the Focus, Vincent entered the bar and moved straight for the main bar, bypassing the tables and the hostess. He took a seat and nodded to the bartender. “Give me something cold, an ale preferably.” Vincent dropped a ten on the bar and glanced around the room. There he saw him, the man he had been chasing sitting at a table in the corner. “No fucking wonder no one knows where the fuck you are Jayson, you’re in a dive sports bar in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
The beer bottle hit the bar and Vincent grabbed it. “Keep the change.” Vincent heard the bartender say something presumably a thanks, but he didn’t care, he had stumbled upon what he wanted when he walked through the doors of this bar. Standing up, Vincent strode across the seating area and slipped into the seat across the table from Price who had a plate of half eaten cheese fries before him.
“Having a shitty week?” Vincent asked as he grabbed a cold fry and popped it into his mouth. Jayson simply looked at him, and maybe more accurately looked through him. Vincent grabbed another fry, took a swig of his beer and leaned back in the booth. “I get it, shit sucks man. I’ve been right where you are right now, and you don’t need to say anything ok, I can do the talking.” Vincent grabbed another fry and tossed it in his mouth.
“Go away.” Jayson finally said.
“Yeah no doubt in just a moment, I have a few things I need to say and you have a few things you need to hear, so it’s perfect.” Vincent winked as he took another sip of his beer. “Way I see it you need me, I need you and this whole thing works out perfect. I know exactly what you want, and I want the same damn thing.” Vincent stopped and took another sip of his beer.
“Go on.” Jayson disgruntled, encouraged Vincent on.
“You want to be back on the top, you want to be called the legend and remembered for being the legend that you deserve to be. Now I simply want to do what every man in this industry wants when the start, I want to show the world that I belong. Now we can stand in each other’s way, we can screw each other over, or we can realize that what we have in common can help us get what we both want.” Vincent took another swig of his beer and watched as Jayson appeared to ponder his proposition.
“Tell you what Jayson, don’t make a decision now, we have a few days. Take this and when you are ready you give me a call.” Vincent set a phone down on the table and stood up. “Just know that if I have to I’ll take out Edwina and Estrella on my own.” Vincent pounded the last of his beer and set it on the table before walking out of the bar.
JANUARY 25TH
Broadcast live from Vincent’s hotel room.
Some people can sit down in front of a camera and broadcast their angst to the world. Me, well I’m a different bread I guess. I’m ill prepared to come out throwing flames at people and try and break them down. Truth is I’ve been here in the WCF for 12 months off and on, had some decent wins, some heartbreaking losses and in the end have done nothing but prove my worth as a mid-card level talent. But things are about to change, see for the first time in my life I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, I can feel it, and I’m going to step into and bask in it like all those greats in this industry that have come before me.
For 12 months I spent my time trying so hard not to lose that I never figured out how to win. With Edwina and Estrella that all stops this week. I hope that both of you come ready for a fight because there will be no handshakes, no hugs in the ring, I’m coming for both of you, not because I hate you but because you are standing between me and what I want in this industry. You represent everything that I feel is wrong with the WCF, two clowns that run around acting all hot and innocent always in the end trying to get an edge up not because of your talent but because you think he are entitled to something.
Well entitlement ends at slam, I’m going to do it the old school way. I’m not asking for anything, I’m taking what the fuck I want in this industry, and what I want is to be the best, the greatest that ever stepped into that ring, and you two are simply going to be the first rung on my ladder to greatness. So call your fucking dads, ask them how to deal with a real man, because come slam you won’t be stepping into the ring with some half man hoping, thinking, maybe wondering if he has what it takes. You will be stepping into the ring with a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. I can’t fall farther than I have, my trajectory goes one direction and that is up, and both of you found yourself in the worst spot, standing on that path.
Of course this path has to include Jayson Price, all I have to say is my path is going up, he can get on board, or he can watch from the ground level just like Edwina and Estrella. But we all know that Jayson has just as much to prove as I do, and the only thing worse than one man with nothing to lose and everything to gain is two. So be ready Estrella and Edwina because when we get into that ring this thing won’t end until I’m ready for it to end. Because make no mistake when you get into that ring with Jayson and I, this won’t be a match, it will be a battle and only the fittest will survive. So I recommend you do your homework and get yourself ready because I did the math and it all adds up to one thing at slam, MINE AND JAYSON’S HANDS RAISED IN VICTORY!
Las Vegas NV, Sunset Park
On a bench sat a man, staring off over the water, watching the kids run and play, the nitro RC boats roar through the water, and the painfully bored attempt to fish. The morning was a brisk cold and the wind had brought with it a bitter bite that made that chill all the more painful. Yet the man sat there, watching, learning, and taking all of it in. Something about all of it was peaceful, familiar if you might, and yet everything was wrong for this man. No matter how much he tried to fix himself, no matter how hard the effort things were always seemingly turning to shit. Every look down the tunnel showed the light, he could see it, but no matter how bright it got he couldn’t get there, couldn’t reach that light, and now here he sat in a cold world, wasting away on a bench watching other’s lives progress as if his was inconsequential.
“You such sad sack.” A woman’s voice stated from behind the man before she circled around and sat down next to him on the bench. “I seen bags of oranges with more excitement in them then you.” She crossed her legs and looked across the lake with the man.
“I thought you fixed me?” Vincent subtly and silently asked of the woman.
“NO, I only fix your personalities, what you need way more than ancient Chinese medicine and magic. You need figure out who you are.” The little Asian woman removed a small metal bottle from her purse and took a sip. “Do you remember who you were before you became wreslter?” She casually asked.
“I do.” Vincent nodded as his mind drifted to the memories of traveling the world, of doing what he was doing right now, watching people, and learning from them. “I did what I am doing now, I watched, I learned and I…” Vincent trailed off as his mind remembered the negatives of his previous life.
“Why you no do that now?” The woman asked. “Maybe being who you are and not what others want you to be is what you need.” She took another sip from the bottle, the steam of the warm liquid escaped every time she uncapped it.
“That life is over for me.” Vincent replied.
“Why?” She asked.
“Because they told me it was over.” Came Vincent’s casual reply.
“Who is they?” The woman asked.
“The CIA. For 17 years I was a field operative, and then just like that it was over, I was pushed out, given some land, a made up backstory and forgotten to find my own way to fend for myself.” Vincent shook his head. “And boy did I fuck all that up, I lost the land, lost my money, hell I lost my mind and am now sitting here on a bench taking advice from an 80 year old Chinese woman. My how have I fallen?”
Letting out a laugh the woman offered Vincent some of her drink. He took the bottle, made a swig and coughed. “Careful, too much make body too warm, I think big bad CIA man can no handle it.” She let out more laughter as Vincent handed the bottle back.
“People here you say CIA and think James Bond, it’s nothing like that. It’s about watching people, learning about them, then exploiting their weaknesses to your advantage. In essence it’s glorified people watching and psychology.” Vincent let out a deep breath realizing his body was warmer, the bite of the cold was slowly fading.
“So how watching people and learning from them not help you in your career as wrestler?” The woman asked as she slipped the bottle back into her purse.
Vincent began to speak but had no words. Deep down inside he knew she was right, this old woman had thought for two minutes and told Vincent something he had just spent that last few days pondering. “Maybe it does help.” He finally replied.
“You be you Mr. Augustine, as long as you be you no one be able to take from you what you don’t want them to have.” She nodded, stood up and wiped the front of her clothes before walking off. “Maybe then you become whole.” Where the last words she spoke as rounded a corner walked out of ear and visual view. Vincent just smiled and watched the kids, the RC boat drivers, and the men fishing, his perspective still the same, but his mind changed.
JANUARY 24TH
At the Batter Up Sports Bar and Grille in Demopolis, GA
Midnight fast approached, and like most places across the country, 1:00 Am brought with it last call, meaning if Vincent wanted to get that drink he was seeking it had to be now. He pulled the Small Ford Focus he rented in Las Vegas over and came to a screeching stop in the parking lot of the Batter Up Sports Bar and Grille. He had been making calls nonstop since he left Vegas, but no one knew where Price was. For some reason he joined the Tag draft event that the WCF was running and as luck would have it Vincent landed with Jayson Price. Yeah the dude that had to marry that chick that looks like the guy from that movie twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Alas the worst part was Jayson was down on his luck now, scraping to get by, selling everything he had since the midget man/woman took everything from him. Deep down Vincent knew this could be useful, but he had to get to Jayson before Slam, he had to make sure that they could get on the same page and this desperation could help them both, and not just help Jayson. Vincent had a lot on this event, the chance to change his path in the WCF hung in the balance. They had given him three opportunities already and he had squandered all of them, now he had to take the next one, and he knew he couldn’t afford to squander this one.
Slipping out of the Focus, Vincent entered the bar and moved straight for the main bar, bypassing the tables and the hostess. He took a seat and nodded to the bartender. “Give me something cold, an ale preferably.” Vincent dropped a ten on the bar and glanced around the room. There he saw him, the man he had been chasing sitting at a table in the corner. “No fucking wonder no one knows where the fuck you are Jayson, you’re in a dive sports bar in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
The beer bottle hit the bar and Vincent grabbed it. “Keep the change.” Vincent heard the bartender say something presumably a thanks, but he didn’t care, he had stumbled upon what he wanted when he walked through the doors of this bar. Standing up, Vincent strode across the seating area and slipped into the seat across the table from Price who had a plate of half eaten cheese fries before him.
“Having a shitty week?” Vincent asked as he grabbed a cold fry and popped it into his mouth. Jayson simply looked at him, and maybe more accurately looked through him. Vincent grabbed another fry, took a swig of his beer and leaned back in the booth. “I get it, shit sucks man. I’ve been right where you are right now, and you don’t need to say anything ok, I can do the talking.” Vincent grabbed another fry and tossed it in his mouth.
“Go away.” Jayson finally said.
“Yeah no doubt in just a moment, I have a few things I need to say and you have a few things you need to hear, so it’s perfect.” Vincent winked as he took another sip of his beer. “Way I see it you need me, I need you and this whole thing works out perfect. I know exactly what you want, and I want the same damn thing.” Vincent stopped and took another sip of his beer.
“Go on.” Jayson disgruntled, encouraged Vincent on.
“You want to be back on the top, you want to be called the legend and remembered for being the legend that you deserve to be. Now I simply want to do what every man in this industry wants when the start, I want to show the world that I belong. Now we can stand in each other’s way, we can screw each other over, or we can realize that what we have in common can help us get what we both want.” Vincent took another swig of his beer and watched as Jayson appeared to ponder his proposition.
“Tell you what Jayson, don’t make a decision now, we have a few days. Take this and when you are ready you give me a call.” Vincent set a phone down on the table and stood up. “Just know that if I have to I’ll take out Edwina and Estrella on my own.” Vincent pounded the last of his beer and set it on the table before walking out of the bar.
JANUARY 25TH
Broadcast live from Vincent’s hotel room.
Some people can sit down in front of a camera and broadcast their angst to the world. Me, well I’m a different bread I guess. I’m ill prepared to come out throwing flames at people and try and break them down. Truth is I’ve been here in the WCF for 12 months off and on, had some decent wins, some heartbreaking losses and in the end have done nothing but prove my worth as a mid-card level talent. But things are about to change, see for the first time in my life I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, I can feel it, and I’m going to step into and bask in it like all those greats in this industry that have come before me.
For 12 months I spent my time trying so hard not to lose that I never figured out how to win. With Edwina and Estrella that all stops this week. I hope that both of you come ready for a fight because there will be no handshakes, no hugs in the ring, I’m coming for both of you, not because I hate you but because you are standing between me and what I want in this industry. You represent everything that I feel is wrong with the WCF, two clowns that run around acting all hot and innocent always in the end trying to get an edge up not because of your talent but because you think he are entitled to something.
Well entitlement ends at slam, I’m going to do it the old school way. I’m not asking for anything, I’m taking what the fuck I want in this industry, and what I want is to be the best, the greatest that ever stepped into that ring, and you two are simply going to be the first rung on my ladder to greatness. So call your fucking dads, ask them how to deal with a real man, because come slam you won’t be stepping into the ring with some half man hoping, thinking, maybe wondering if he has what it takes. You will be stepping into the ring with a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. I can’t fall farther than I have, my trajectory goes one direction and that is up, and both of you found yourself in the worst spot, standing on that path.
Of course this path has to include Jayson Price, all I have to say is my path is going up, he can get on board, or he can watch from the ground level just like Edwina and Estrella. But we all know that Jayson has just as much to prove as I do, and the only thing worse than one man with nothing to lose and everything to gain is two. So be ready Estrella and Edwina because when we get into that ring this thing won’t end until I’m ready for it to end. Because make no mistake when you get into that ring with Jayson and I, this won’t be a match, it will be a battle and only the fittest will survive. So I recommend you do your homework and get yourself ready because I did the math and it all adds up to one thing at slam, MINE AND JAYSON’S HANDS RAISED IN VICTORY!
