Post by malachiwanderlust on Jul 15, 2010 19:40:32 GMT -5
:::: Malachi Wanderlust walked out the seemingly cheap motel room door. It was ok with him though. Blue was his favorite color, and the doors, along with the trim, were blue. It seemed to calm Wanderlust in the same way that wooden tables seemed to have both a calming and excited effect on him. In his hand, he had a typical wrestler’s black duffle bag. He turned for just a moment and locked the door behind him, then turned for his truck and retrieved the keys from his pocket and twirled the loop of the silver keychain around his finger a few times while smiling generously at the camera. Similar to poses he’d struck before while cutting an interview, Wanderlust sat down on the side-step of his shiny black pickup truck and started to ramble. ::::[/color]
Wanderlust:[/color] Believe it or not, I really hate doing things like this, sitting around talking so that fans can get a little glimpse into my day to day life. It’s vastly different from prison where everything was secretive and we tried to hide our day to day activities from the guards and rival gangs. I prefer to let my actions in the ring do my talking for you, but I suppose this is a requirement. So, let’s talk. In a matter of three short weeks, I’ve taken the WCF by the throat, surmising quite a resume. Three opponents up, and three opponents, one of which is the number one contender for the United States championship, down. I’ve become the third and final member of the Influential Minds, cementing my place, along with Kash and Knoxville, as the top tier of talent in this organization. I want anyone viewing this message to take a look, just take a look at the collective record of the members in Influential Minds. Undefeated! That’s saying something… Maybe about the competition. Maybe about the Influential Minds. Regardless, it’s a testament to what we’ve been doing here. This week though, I’ve got a lot on my plate. It’s time to get started with some training.
:::: Wanderlust flung the duffle into the bed of the pickup and walked around to the other side while he pressed the unlock button and stepped up into the beast. The camera rolled from the outside of the truck before Malachi flicked a switch behind him and turned on a camera that was opposite of the rear view mirror. It took over the feed from the camera outside and provided an excellent view of everything ahead of the truck, but nothing of Wanderlust’s face or the periphery. As Malachi cranked up the truck, the frame shook due to the loud rumble of the engine and exhaust being pumped through the Flowmaster system. It was fairly obvious that Wanderlust loved his new truck. He’d already hung a crystal cross from the rear view. While he popped the vehicle into gear and departed the parking lot, he spoke up again. ::::
Wanderlust:[/b] First of all, last week D-Day posed a sort of question to me, asking if I felt cheated about Bobby Burn being placed in the Television title match last week. So, do I feel cheated? Hell yeah. Am I upset about it? Maybe a little bit. But, you know what? Bobby Burn has been given a tremendous opportunity to make an instant name for himself amongst the ranks of WCF and he absolutely blew it. We’ll see if he’s given another chance like that. I, on the other hand, defeated Bobby Burn. I, on the other hand, defeated you, D-Day. So, I’ve defeated the number one contender for the United States title, and I’ve defeated a man that was given a shot at the Television title. Now, by some standards, that would make me the number one contender for two different belts. I know that my time is coming though. When you’re building a resume like I am, people notice. I’m the star on the rise. I was wrestler of the week in only my second week with the company. And to be quite honest, I really don’t care if I’ve got a belt around my waste as long as I’m still being paid like an uncrowned champion and given bodies to build up the count. The coil is wrapped up though, and I’m ready to strike when a title belt gets close enough. Personally, I don’t think any of our champions want anything to do with me, so I’m just biding my time until management gives me the shot. In all fairness, it’s already sitting in my back pocket. I’m just going to continue to put in my time and further earn it.
There is one guy without a belt that I want to address though. Fort Knox, you know, like my opponent last week, I’m willing to bet you’ve got a malfunctioning Oedipus complex. Daddy left you a trust fund, huh? Well, no amount of money is going to buy you out of a life altering encounter with me, son. You didn’t say a word to me last week. How come? I mean, I can’t blame you. I’d hide from me too and it’s pretty tough to miss me when I’m coming. If you’re any kind of a man… if you’ve got any kind of balls, you’ll at least have something to say to me this week. I hope you saw my match against D-Day because if you did, you know that you’ve got no hope in hell of beating me in a last man standing match where tables are legal. My head got plowed through a table by D-Day and he still couldn’t get a three count. There’s no way in hell you could get a count of ten, and, compared to D-Day, you’re not even half as good a wrestler. Two weeks ago, you put Cryboy McEmo through a table. But you tell me what’s more impressive. Sure, you delivered with a shooting star press. But I, a three hundred pound man, delivered a standing moonsault and that was after I gorilla pressed McEmo through a table. It took you three tries to pin McEmo. It took me one. So, you run and you hide under the Curry Chicken’s wing, Oscar Mayer Weiner’s …. weiner, Osh Kosh Bagosh Angel or whatever he is. I’ve got far better men standing with my on my side of the battle lines. See, Knox, I already know that you’re regretting ever having that match with McEmo. And the only thing that you can do now is count down the days until you have to step into the ring with “Murderer’s Row” and an ugly loss gets added to your record. It may be this week. It may be at Ultimate Showdown. It may be next month. But the day is fast approaching when you and I are going to have a last man standing match, with tables being legal. And the last thing you’ll remember is flying through the air before the lights went out.
:::: The truck came to a rumbling stop at a red light while Wanderlust tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel. He paused. He seemed to pause all the time, whenever an opportunity presented itself, to collect himself and gather his thoughts. There was a degree of something best described as oddness in the air inside the truck. No music played for the entire duration of the journey, just the sounds that the vehicle made and Wanderlusts voice. There was a luxurious looking CD player in the dash, but who knew if Malachi had any CDs, or even what he listened to. The truck still smelled fresh though, not scent fresh, but new car fresh. The truck was a chick magnet. Malachi knew that much, but prison made him a little awkward with women. Women weren’t on Malachi’s mind though. As soon as the light changed to green, Wanderlust roared away and started up again. ::::[/color]
Wanderlust:[/b] Even though this week is pretty huge, last week was a pretty big week for me as well. Not only did I defeat D-Day, become the number one wrestler on the Spreadsheet, and move up to the number ten spot on the ladder rankings, I made the best decision of my life in joining Jason Kash and Tommy Knoxville as the third and final member of the Influential Minds. Now, you may well ask yourself what it takes to be influential. Well, it’s pretty simply really. You tell people what you’re going to do, and then you go do it. I told people that I would start leaving opponents in wreckage heaps, and I’ve done it. Obviously, it doesn’t hurt to be over six and a half feet tall, and over three hundred pounds. That makes it a lot easier to influence people, if you get my drift. But, I guarantee that when my name gets mentioned, every wrestler in the WCF locker room says to himself, please Seth, don’t put that guy in a match with me. Take a look at the records of the individuals in Influential Minds. We’re undefeated, a collective eleven-o-and-two. In my opinion, it’s far past the point that KashVille has proven to be the best tag team in their division. They’re the uncrowned champions. That will change at Ultimate Showdown though. And I am quickly rising through the ranks of the singles competitors. When you become influential, you get a lot of schtick. With that schtick comes a target on your back. I’ve felt that target in prison. Word gets around quick when you break faces. The same thing happens in professional wrestling. Word gets around that you’re beating everyone that management puts in front of you. Right now though, my buddy, Jason Kash, has one hell of a target on his back and this week, I’ve got to watch his back for him since Knoxville isn’t allowed to get in the ring. I learned something about the New Confederacy though. You’ve got to ask yourself why they would want to separate Knoxville and Kash before the PPV. The answer is easy to understand. They’re scared. They understand that with KashVille at full strength, it’s inevitable for them to lose their belts at Ultimate Showdown. So, their solution was to separate the team and jump Kash while Knoxville was barred from competition due to accepting the briefcase full of money. They tried to outsmart two men of influence and their plan backfired because they got me instead. That’s just like a couple of inbred, cousin-humping, tooth-missing, tobacco-chewing, shotgun-totting, truck-driving, mentally deficient rednecks though. Hey boys, tell the world how it feels to be stupid in one of your interviews this week, alright?
:::: At that moment, Wanderlust’s phone had apparently vibrated because, although there was no sound from his pocket, he pulled the device out and pushed a button to begin the call. The comments from the other end seemed to do nothing to help Wanderlust’s already unpleasant and occasionally humorous disposition. Kash and Knoxville had been lightening him up a little, but he still scowled and answered back a few simple “Uh-huh” or “I got it” replies before holding it down in his view and clicking the touch-screen button to end the call. ::::[/color]
Wanderlust:[/b] Well… It looks like management has decided throw a little wrinkle into my plans. Karl Voronov and Malachi Wanderlust vs D-Day and Fort Knox. Interesting choice considering that Knox would typically team with that guy with the name that nobody cares to try and pronounce, and Voronov and myself are singles wrestlers. To be honest, I’m not worried about D-Day or Fort Knox in this instance. If I had to, I could beat them in a handicap match. And if that’s how I have to win this match, that’s how I’ll do it. If you’ve seen Karl Voronov lately, you’ve seen the guy in a hotel room practically drinking his own saliva. It’s sad. When I think of Voronov, I think back to a great Russian wrestler by the name of Ivan Koloff. Koloff wasn’t nearly as tall as Voronov, but he was a brute wrestler as well, using traditional power and submission styles. As far as I’m concerned, Voronov has all the tools to be a world champion. However, he seems to lack one of two things right now: focus or motivation. I had the opportunity to watch his interview this morning. He seems to have his focus straight on D-Day, and that’s good enough for me. If Karl wants to destroy D-Day, I’ll make sure that Fort Knox is laying in a crumpled heap so that Karl gets his time in the ring with D-Day. And he’s obviously motivated. Now, you know very well that I’m both focused and motivated. If I get a tag match this week, so be it. I’ll start the deconstruction and demolition this week, then finish Fort Knox off at Ultimate Throwdown. Gentlemen, truth be told, I really don’t have anything to say to either of you. D-Day, I’ve already beaten you once. There’s no reason for you to think I can’t do it again. Fort Knox, you’ve already proven in your match against Cryboy McEmo that you’re only a third of the wrestler that I am. If I were you, I’d save myself the humiliation and skip Slam this week. If you even think about getting into the ring on Monday, Voronov and I are going to embarrass you.
:::: Wanderlust wheels his truck into the parking lot of a building that looks slightly more run down than in use. There’s a great deal of discoloration to the front of the building, but standing in front of it is a familiar and friendly sight for Wanderlust, Jason Kash. From the back camera, Wanderlust’s giant paw comes up waving to Kash while he pulls the oversized truck into a parking spot. Kash’s face appears a bit surprised by the vehicle while he walks around to the driver side door and the camera switches back to one outside of the truck as Wanderlust exits and retrieves the bag from the back. ::::
Kash:[/u] What the hell is that?
Wanderlust:[/b] New truck.
Kash:[/u] New truck? It’s huge.
Wanderlust:[/b] Yeah…
Kash:[/u] No, man. It’s huge! How’s your gas mileage?
Wanderlust:[/b] Shitty.
Kash:[/u] Yeah… I guess so, huh?
Wanderlust:[/b] Yeah… Well, what the hell is this place? I could’ve stayed in San Quentin if I wanted this.
Kash:[/u] Basics. You ought to know that, big man. C’mon. I’m gonna’ whip your ass.
Wanderlust: [/color][/u]Hey, how’s Knoxville? You talked to him?
Kash:[/u] Nah. You know how it is. I try to let him do his thing when it comes to that sort of stuff. I’ll give him a call later and fill you in.
Wanderlust: [/color][/u]Ahh. Alright. Well, let’s see if this dump even has a locker room.
:::: Kash smirked at Wanderlust and then kicked his toe against one of the massive tires of Wanderlust’s truck as a repercussion for making fun of the training facility and then lead the way towards the front door. Malachi followed closely behind with his bag in hand. Wanderlust let the door shut behind Kash and then kicked it open, playfully making a grand entrance. Being with friends always brought out the more gentle and playfully humorous side in Malachi. However, he was also more protective of his friends than himself. As the door slowly creaked shut behind Malachi, the camera faded to black. ::::[/color]
Wanderlust:[/color] Believe it or not, I really hate doing things like this, sitting around talking so that fans can get a little glimpse into my day to day life. It’s vastly different from prison where everything was secretive and we tried to hide our day to day activities from the guards and rival gangs. I prefer to let my actions in the ring do my talking for you, but I suppose this is a requirement. So, let’s talk. In a matter of three short weeks, I’ve taken the WCF by the throat, surmising quite a resume. Three opponents up, and three opponents, one of which is the number one contender for the United States championship, down. I’ve become the third and final member of the Influential Minds, cementing my place, along with Kash and Knoxville, as the top tier of talent in this organization. I want anyone viewing this message to take a look, just take a look at the collective record of the members in Influential Minds. Undefeated! That’s saying something… Maybe about the competition. Maybe about the Influential Minds. Regardless, it’s a testament to what we’ve been doing here. This week though, I’ve got a lot on my plate. It’s time to get started with some training.
:::: Wanderlust flung the duffle into the bed of the pickup and walked around to the other side while he pressed the unlock button and stepped up into the beast. The camera rolled from the outside of the truck before Malachi flicked a switch behind him and turned on a camera that was opposite of the rear view mirror. It took over the feed from the camera outside and provided an excellent view of everything ahead of the truck, but nothing of Wanderlust’s face or the periphery. As Malachi cranked up the truck, the frame shook due to the loud rumble of the engine and exhaust being pumped through the Flowmaster system. It was fairly obvious that Wanderlust loved his new truck. He’d already hung a crystal cross from the rear view. While he popped the vehicle into gear and departed the parking lot, he spoke up again. ::::
Wanderlust:[/b] First of all, last week D-Day posed a sort of question to me, asking if I felt cheated about Bobby Burn being placed in the Television title match last week. So, do I feel cheated? Hell yeah. Am I upset about it? Maybe a little bit. But, you know what? Bobby Burn has been given a tremendous opportunity to make an instant name for himself amongst the ranks of WCF and he absolutely blew it. We’ll see if he’s given another chance like that. I, on the other hand, defeated Bobby Burn. I, on the other hand, defeated you, D-Day. So, I’ve defeated the number one contender for the United States title, and I’ve defeated a man that was given a shot at the Television title. Now, by some standards, that would make me the number one contender for two different belts. I know that my time is coming though. When you’re building a resume like I am, people notice. I’m the star on the rise. I was wrestler of the week in only my second week with the company. And to be quite honest, I really don’t care if I’ve got a belt around my waste as long as I’m still being paid like an uncrowned champion and given bodies to build up the count. The coil is wrapped up though, and I’m ready to strike when a title belt gets close enough. Personally, I don’t think any of our champions want anything to do with me, so I’m just biding my time until management gives me the shot. In all fairness, it’s already sitting in my back pocket. I’m just going to continue to put in my time and further earn it.
There is one guy without a belt that I want to address though. Fort Knox, you know, like my opponent last week, I’m willing to bet you’ve got a malfunctioning Oedipus complex. Daddy left you a trust fund, huh? Well, no amount of money is going to buy you out of a life altering encounter with me, son. You didn’t say a word to me last week. How come? I mean, I can’t blame you. I’d hide from me too and it’s pretty tough to miss me when I’m coming. If you’re any kind of a man… if you’ve got any kind of balls, you’ll at least have something to say to me this week. I hope you saw my match against D-Day because if you did, you know that you’ve got no hope in hell of beating me in a last man standing match where tables are legal. My head got plowed through a table by D-Day and he still couldn’t get a three count. There’s no way in hell you could get a count of ten, and, compared to D-Day, you’re not even half as good a wrestler. Two weeks ago, you put Cryboy McEmo through a table. But you tell me what’s more impressive. Sure, you delivered with a shooting star press. But I, a three hundred pound man, delivered a standing moonsault and that was after I gorilla pressed McEmo through a table. It took you three tries to pin McEmo. It took me one. So, you run and you hide under the Curry Chicken’s wing, Oscar Mayer Weiner’s …. weiner, Osh Kosh Bagosh Angel or whatever he is. I’ve got far better men standing with my on my side of the battle lines. See, Knox, I already know that you’re regretting ever having that match with McEmo. And the only thing that you can do now is count down the days until you have to step into the ring with “Murderer’s Row” and an ugly loss gets added to your record. It may be this week. It may be at Ultimate Showdown. It may be next month. But the day is fast approaching when you and I are going to have a last man standing match, with tables being legal. And the last thing you’ll remember is flying through the air before the lights went out.
:::: The truck came to a rumbling stop at a red light while Wanderlust tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel. He paused. He seemed to pause all the time, whenever an opportunity presented itself, to collect himself and gather his thoughts. There was a degree of something best described as oddness in the air inside the truck. No music played for the entire duration of the journey, just the sounds that the vehicle made and Wanderlusts voice. There was a luxurious looking CD player in the dash, but who knew if Malachi had any CDs, or even what he listened to. The truck still smelled fresh though, not scent fresh, but new car fresh. The truck was a chick magnet. Malachi knew that much, but prison made him a little awkward with women. Women weren’t on Malachi’s mind though. As soon as the light changed to green, Wanderlust roared away and started up again. ::::[/color]
Wanderlust:[/b] Even though this week is pretty huge, last week was a pretty big week for me as well. Not only did I defeat D-Day, become the number one wrestler on the Spreadsheet, and move up to the number ten spot on the ladder rankings, I made the best decision of my life in joining Jason Kash and Tommy Knoxville as the third and final member of the Influential Minds. Now, you may well ask yourself what it takes to be influential. Well, it’s pretty simply really. You tell people what you’re going to do, and then you go do it. I told people that I would start leaving opponents in wreckage heaps, and I’ve done it. Obviously, it doesn’t hurt to be over six and a half feet tall, and over three hundred pounds. That makes it a lot easier to influence people, if you get my drift. But, I guarantee that when my name gets mentioned, every wrestler in the WCF locker room says to himself, please Seth, don’t put that guy in a match with me. Take a look at the records of the individuals in Influential Minds. We’re undefeated, a collective eleven-o-and-two. In my opinion, it’s far past the point that KashVille has proven to be the best tag team in their division. They’re the uncrowned champions. That will change at Ultimate Showdown though. And I am quickly rising through the ranks of the singles competitors. When you become influential, you get a lot of schtick. With that schtick comes a target on your back. I’ve felt that target in prison. Word gets around quick when you break faces. The same thing happens in professional wrestling. Word gets around that you’re beating everyone that management puts in front of you. Right now though, my buddy, Jason Kash, has one hell of a target on his back and this week, I’ve got to watch his back for him since Knoxville isn’t allowed to get in the ring. I learned something about the New Confederacy though. You’ve got to ask yourself why they would want to separate Knoxville and Kash before the PPV. The answer is easy to understand. They’re scared. They understand that with KashVille at full strength, it’s inevitable for them to lose their belts at Ultimate Showdown. So, their solution was to separate the team and jump Kash while Knoxville was barred from competition due to accepting the briefcase full of money. They tried to outsmart two men of influence and their plan backfired because they got me instead. That’s just like a couple of inbred, cousin-humping, tooth-missing, tobacco-chewing, shotgun-totting, truck-driving, mentally deficient rednecks though. Hey boys, tell the world how it feels to be stupid in one of your interviews this week, alright?
:::: At that moment, Wanderlust’s phone had apparently vibrated because, although there was no sound from his pocket, he pulled the device out and pushed a button to begin the call. The comments from the other end seemed to do nothing to help Wanderlust’s already unpleasant and occasionally humorous disposition. Kash and Knoxville had been lightening him up a little, but he still scowled and answered back a few simple “Uh-huh” or “I got it” replies before holding it down in his view and clicking the touch-screen button to end the call. ::::[/color]
Wanderlust:[/b] Well… It looks like management has decided throw a little wrinkle into my plans. Karl Voronov and Malachi Wanderlust vs D-Day and Fort Knox. Interesting choice considering that Knox would typically team with that guy with the name that nobody cares to try and pronounce, and Voronov and myself are singles wrestlers. To be honest, I’m not worried about D-Day or Fort Knox in this instance. If I had to, I could beat them in a handicap match. And if that’s how I have to win this match, that’s how I’ll do it. If you’ve seen Karl Voronov lately, you’ve seen the guy in a hotel room practically drinking his own saliva. It’s sad. When I think of Voronov, I think back to a great Russian wrestler by the name of Ivan Koloff. Koloff wasn’t nearly as tall as Voronov, but he was a brute wrestler as well, using traditional power and submission styles. As far as I’m concerned, Voronov has all the tools to be a world champion. However, he seems to lack one of two things right now: focus or motivation. I had the opportunity to watch his interview this morning. He seems to have his focus straight on D-Day, and that’s good enough for me. If Karl wants to destroy D-Day, I’ll make sure that Fort Knox is laying in a crumpled heap so that Karl gets his time in the ring with D-Day. And he’s obviously motivated. Now, you know very well that I’m both focused and motivated. If I get a tag match this week, so be it. I’ll start the deconstruction and demolition this week, then finish Fort Knox off at Ultimate Throwdown. Gentlemen, truth be told, I really don’t have anything to say to either of you. D-Day, I’ve already beaten you once. There’s no reason for you to think I can’t do it again. Fort Knox, you’ve already proven in your match against Cryboy McEmo that you’re only a third of the wrestler that I am. If I were you, I’d save myself the humiliation and skip Slam this week. If you even think about getting into the ring on Monday, Voronov and I are going to embarrass you.
:::: Wanderlust wheels his truck into the parking lot of a building that looks slightly more run down than in use. There’s a great deal of discoloration to the front of the building, but standing in front of it is a familiar and friendly sight for Wanderlust, Jason Kash. From the back camera, Wanderlust’s giant paw comes up waving to Kash while he pulls the oversized truck into a parking spot. Kash’s face appears a bit surprised by the vehicle while he walks around to the driver side door and the camera switches back to one outside of the truck as Wanderlust exits and retrieves the bag from the back. ::::
Kash:[/u] What the hell is that?
Wanderlust:[/b] New truck.
Kash:[/u] New truck? It’s huge.
Wanderlust:[/b] Yeah…
Kash:[/u] No, man. It’s huge! How’s your gas mileage?
Wanderlust:[/b] Shitty.
Kash:[/u] Yeah… I guess so, huh?
Wanderlust:[/b] Yeah… Well, what the hell is this place? I could’ve stayed in San Quentin if I wanted this.
Kash:[/u] Basics. You ought to know that, big man. C’mon. I’m gonna’ whip your ass.
Wanderlust: [/color][/u]Hey, how’s Knoxville? You talked to him?
Kash:[/u] Nah. You know how it is. I try to let him do his thing when it comes to that sort of stuff. I’ll give him a call later and fill you in.
Wanderlust: [/color][/u]Ahh. Alright. Well, let’s see if this dump even has a locker room.
:::: Kash smirked at Wanderlust and then kicked his toe against one of the massive tires of Wanderlust’s truck as a repercussion for making fun of the training facility and then lead the way towards the front door. Malachi followed closely behind with his bag in hand. Wanderlust let the door shut behind Kash and then kicked it open, playfully making a grand entrance. Being with friends always brought out the more gentle and playfully humorous side in Malachi. However, he was also more protective of his friends than himself. As the door slowly creaked shut behind Malachi, the camera faded to black. ::::[/color]
