Post by rocketmanedh on Sept 11, 2019 19:07:18 GMT -6
One and one and just like that The Big Bifford knocks me back to earth a bit. It hurts to go from controlling my destiny to needing two wins to get a shot against Mobley but after I beat TLS, this week became the must-win. I always knew I’d need to take down Lurrr to become the best in GCWA and I’m ready to give it my all. I’ve only faced off against Lurrr once, in the Block Party tournament in OCW where he beat me. That makes this feel like as long of a shot as the astronauts in Armageddon trying to break up an asteroid to save the world. But they persevered and I can too. I just need to remember that this isn’t OCW. I need to change my mindset. What succeeded in OCW might not in GCWA and as much as I don’t want to move on from the company that provided me the most consistent success, it’s time to move out of OCW’s gravitational pull and explore the GCWA universe.
The camera rolls along a large lake. It stops when it reaches the sign showing us we are at Buffalo Springs Lake. The large red truck with a trailer is speeding down the road as the camera shifts over from the lake over to the truck. In an instant, the camera shows the inside of the truck.
Houston: “Man, I’m so glad we found finally found a lake. I’m so pumped to get the jet ski out and have some fun!”
Bob: “Just in time to jump the shark!”
Houston: “If I would have pulled it off it would have been great. But this is a freshwater lake Bob. No sharks in here.”
Bob: “Have you ever even been on a jet ski?”
Houston: “No, that’s why I’m so excited!”
Bob: “I hope it lives up to the hype.”
Houston: “You always have to believe the hype, man!”
They pull in to an open dock at Buffalo Springs Lake and Bob backs the truck up to it. As soon as it’s parked, Ed jumps out of the truck. He looks like a kid at Christmas as Bob rolls up the top of the trailer. Then they plunge the jet ski into the water. Ed jumps into the lake, clothes and all. He swims over to the jet ski and cautiously gets on it. He beams and then tries to rev it up. Nothing happens. He tries again. It doesn’t even sputter.
Houston: “Aw man! Typical, cheap Tony the Spider. He didn’t even give me any gas.”
Bob: “Should have let me negotiate that contract for you.”
Houston pouts and pulls it over to the dock. He gets off of it.
Houston: “I’m going to find someone to give me some gas. You watch the jet ski.”
Bob nods and walks over to the jet ski. As soon as Ed is out of sight, he jumps on to it.
Houston mutters to himself as he walks down the road surrounding the lake. He sees a car pass him by and flags it down.
It stops and pulls over to the side.
Houston walks up to the window. “Hey man! I’m sorry to bother you. I’m a wrestler for GCWA and I was out here, trying to unwind beforehand and my jet ski needs gas. Could I get some off of you?”
The guy scoffs at him. “Psh, good one. Everyone knows that GCWA went out of business years ago and besides you look far too young to even have worked for them then.”
Houston: “No, no, no. It’s back in business.”
It is too late though. The guy rolls up the window and with a look of disgust he pulls away.
Houston: “Man he knew what GCWA was, and he dismissed it just like that. I just don’t understand Texas. I would have offered him some tickets or something.”
Another car passes Ed. He tries to flag this one down, but it runs past him. Ed continues to walk, now almost directly across the lake from where he started. He finally sees a family trying to fill up their boat. He approaches them with a purpose.
Houston: “Hi. My name’s Ed Houston and…”
Man: “Ed Houston, you’re in the wrong city. This is Lubbock.”
Houston: “Yeah. I know. I just…”
Man: “What’s brought you to Lubbock?”
Houston: “I have something..” Houston eyes the gas tank in the man’s hand.
The man follows Ed’s eyes and nods. “You want some gas.”
Houston nods. “If I could..”
The man nods: “We’ll be docking that boat over there.” He points to the boat. “In two hours. Be here and return the can. Deal?”
Houston: “Dea..”
The man nods. “Deal.”
Houston furrows his brow as he walks away. “That guy cut me off at every single chance he got. I guess Texans just want people to think they’re the smartest ones in the room.” He looks confused at this thought but then looks down at the gas can. A giddy look comes over his face and he runs back to the jet ski.
Bob is still on the jet ski. He is making sounds and pretending to be riding the jet ski when Ed walks upon him.
Houston: “See aren’t jet skis great! You look like you’re having a great time and it’s not even moving.”
Bob snaps out of it and blushes. “I think it will be pretty fun.”
Houston: “Help me put some gas in it.”
A montage starts. It starts with Ed and Bob filling up the jet ski. Then it quickly transitions to scenes of Ed riding the jet ski. He does some killer turns and pulls off a trick or two as he rides around the lake. The look of pure joy never leaves his face until he pulls the jet ski into the dock. He gets off the jet ski as the montage stops.
Bob: “How was it, Ed?”
Houston: “It was great! It was worth the hype.”
Bob: “Awesome, let’s get it out of the water.”
Houston: “I want to leave it, actually.”
Bob: “What do you mean? We brought that thing all the way from Florida. It’s been a lot of trouble so far.”
Houston looks upset but like he’s decided on it. “It is a lot of fun but it reminds me of my time in OCW. As much as I enjoyed being in a place where I thrived, that’s not my home anymore. I need to get used to how things are in Texas and I need to get used to how things are in GCWA.”
Bob: “So you just want to leave it here?”
Houston nods. “Until I prove that I deserve one in GCWA I don’t need to have one.”
Bob nods. “I guess that makes sense. Gotta keep that chip on your shoulder.”
Houston: “To grow to the best of my potential I need to prove that I can move on from the one place I had some success. I need to focus on GCWA now and getting rid of that jet ski will help me.”
Bob: “Well then I guess we can just get in the truck.”
Houston nods. The camera focuses on the jet ski in the water, bobbing, as the red truck pulls away from the dock and the scene fades to black.
I’m ready to turn my focus to Lurrr and to becoming the best I can be in GCWA. The federation needs me. It can’t just hope to get by on the people who held it up in its glory days. It needs new blood and I’m ready to be that new blood.
If GCWA can’t get some of that new blood it might quickly crash and burn. I mean just this week, we had Lurrr go on a visit to find a home. Nothing screams flame out like only getting a booking for a retirement home and then feeling the need to antagonize there. Yikes. Lurrr is on his last legs. He’s not even smart enough to realize that the letter O and the number zero aren’t the same things. Don’t worry, after our match, you’ll have plenty of time to hone your bingo game.
He made a decent point, I have never beaten him. He got the best of me in our one match but that was months ago. Father time hasn’t been so kind to him in just those few short matches. Lurrr might be 2-0 but he’s wrestling with that burden on him. In OCW, people started to prove that he’d lost a step. In GCWA, he’s been able to stave off the doubters but time is catching up and this week he has to face the man best suited to capitalize on his split-second slower reflexes. I can be the 1 in 2-1 and force that tiebreaker. It will be tough, it will require an upset but I know I can do it.
Consider me a B player, Lurrrr. It doesn’t bother me. The difference between you and me is that I haven’t even begun to peak. You might be on top for now but as soon as this Friday you might begin your descent to Earth and very soon Lurrr will be coming from to a retirement home near you! You’ve even started to sound like the old man yelling at the sky about how kids these days are ruining everything. You have that bitterness in your voice that shows the world that you know the end is near. The only wake-up call anyone is receiving on Friday night is when you get the flight lesson and find out that you just can’t hang with The Rocket Man anymore.
The camera rolls along a large lake. It stops when it reaches the sign showing us we are at Buffalo Springs Lake. The large red truck with a trailer is speeding down the road as the camera shifts over from the lake over to the truck. In an instant, the camera shows the inside of the truck.
Houston: “Man, I’m so glad we found finally found a lake. I’m so pumped to get the jet ski out and have some fun!”
Bob: “Just in time to jump the shark!”
Houston: “If I would have pulled it off it would have been great. But this is a freshwater lake Bob. No sharks in here.”
Bob: “Have you ever even been on a jet ski?”
Houston: “No, that’s why I’m so excited!”
Bob: “I hope it lives up to the hype.”
Houston: “You always have to believe the hype, man!”
They pull in to an open dock at Buffalo Springs Lake and Bob backs the truck up to it. As soon as it’s parked, Ed jumps out of the truck. He looks like a kid at Christmas as Bob rolls up the top of the trailer. Then they plunge the jet ski into the water. Ed jumps into the lake, clothes and all. He swims over to the jet ski and cautiously gets on it. He beams and then tries to rev it up. Nothing happens. He tries again. It doesn’t even sputter.
Houston: “Aw man! Typical, cheap Tony the Spider. He didn’t even give me any gas.”
Bob: “Should have let me negotiate that contract for you.”
Houston pouts and pulls it over to the dock. He gets off of it.
Houston: “I’m going to find someone to give me some gas. You watch the jet ski.”
Bob nods and walks over to the jet ski. As soon as Ed is out of sight, he jumps on to it.
Houston mutters to himself as he walks down the road surrounding the lake. He sees a car pass him by and flags it down.
It stops and pulls over to the side.
Houston walks up to the window. “Hey man! I’m sorry to bother you. I’m a wrestler for GCWA and I was out here, trying to unwind beforehand and my jet ski needs gas. Could I get some off of you?”
The guy scoffs at him. “Psh, good one. Everyone knows that GCWA went out of business years ago and besides you look far too young to even have worked for them then.”
Houston: “No, no, no. It’s back in business.”
It is too late though. The guy rolls up the window and with a look of disgust he pulls away.
Houston: “Man he knew what GCWA was, and he dismissed it just like that. I just don’t understand Texas. I would have offered him some tickets or something.”
Another car passes Ed. He tries to flag this one down, but it runs past him. Ed continues to walk, now almost directly across the lake from where he started. He finally sees a family trying to fill up their boat. He approaches them with a purpose.
Houston: “Hi. My name’s Ed Houston and…”
Man: “Ed Houston, you’re in the wrong city. This is Lubbock.”
Houston: “Yeah. I know. I just…”
Man: “What’s brought you to Lubbock?”
Houston: “I have something..” Houston eyes the gas tank in the man’s hand.
The man follows Ed’s eyes and nods. “You want some gas.”
Houston nods. “If I could..”
The man nods: “We’ll be docking that boat over there.” He points to the boat. “In two hours. Be here and return the can. Deal?”
Houston: “Dea..”
The man nods. “Deal.”
Houston furrows his brow as he walks away. “That guy cut me off at every single chance he got. I guess Texans just want people to think they’re the smartest ones in the room.” He looks confused at this thought but then looks down at the gas can. A giddy look comes over his face and he runs back to the jet ski.
Bob is still on the jet ski. He is making sounds and pretending to be riding the jet ski when Ed walks upon him.
Houston: “See aren’t jet skis great! You look like you’re having a great time and it’s not even moving.”
Bob snaps out of it and blushes. “I think it will be pretty fun.”
Houston: “Help me put some gas in it.”
A montage starts. It starts with Ed and Bob filling up the jet ski. Then it quickly transitions to scenes of Ed riding the jet ski. He does some killer turns and pulls off a trick or two as he rides around the lake. The look of pure joy never leaves his face until he pulls the jet ski into the dock. He gets off the jet ski as the montage stops.
Bob: “How was it, Ed?”
Houston: “It was great! It was worth the hype.”
Bob: “Awesome, let’s get it out of the water.”
Houston: “I want to leave it, actually.”
Bob: “What do you mean? We brought that thing all the way from Florida. It’s been a lot of trouble so far.”
Houston looks upset but like he’s decided on it. “It is a lot of fun but it reminds me of my time in OCW. As much as I enjoyed being in a place where I thrived, that’s not my home anymore. I need to get used to how things are in Texas and I need to get used to how things are in GCWA.”
Bob: “So you just want to leave it here?”
Houston nods. “Until I prove that I deserve one in GCWA I don’t need to have one.”
Bob nods. “I guess that makes sense. Gotta keep that chip on your shoulder.”
Houston: “To grow to the best of my potential I need to prove that I can move on from the one place I had some success. I need to focus on GCWA now and getting rid of that jet ski will help me.”
Bob: “Well then I guess we can just get in the truck.”
Houston nods. The camera focuses on the jet ski in the water, bobbing, as the red truck pulls away from the dock and the scene fades to black.
I’m ready to turn my focus to Lurrr and to becoming the best I can be in GCWA. The federation needs me. It can’t just hope to get by on the people who held it up in its glory days. It needs new blood and I’m ready to be that new blood.
If GCWA can’t get some of that new blood it might quickly crash and burn. I mean just this week, we had Lurrr go on a visit to find a home. Nothing screams flame out like only getting a booking for a retirement home and then feeling the need to antagonize there. Yikes. Lurrr is on his last legs. He’s not even smart enough to realize that the letter O and the number zero aren’t the same things. Don’t worry, after our match, you’ll have plenty of time to hone your bingo game.
He made a decent point, I have never beaten him. He got the best of me in our one match but that was months ago. Father time hasn’t been so kind to him in just those few short matches. Lurrr might be 2-0 but he’s wrestling with that burden on him. In OCW, people started to prove that he’d lost a step. In GCWA, he’s been able to stave off the doubters but time is catching up and this week he has to face the man best suited to capitalize on his split-second slower reflexes. I can be the 1 in 2-1 and force that tiebreaker. It will be tough, it will require an upset but I know I can do it.
Consider me a B player, Lurrrr. It doesn’t bother me. The difference between you and me is that I haven’t even begun to peak. You might be on top for now but as soon as this Friday you might begin your descent to Earth and very soon Lurrr will be coming from to a retirement home near you! You’ve even started to sound like the old man yelling at the sky about how kids these days are ruining everything. You have that bitterness in your voice that shows the world that you know the end is near. The only wake-up call anyone is receiving on Friday night is when you get the flight lesson and find out that you just can’t hang with The Rocket Man anymore.