Post by Miss Fury on Jan 25, 2021 21:24:27 GMT -6
“My Inferno debut had not gone to plan. Betsy Granger bested me in my plan to blackmail her into submitting when she shielded Steve Sayer’s from harms way via the Tardis. I’m not accustomed to being outwitted, but the blame falls squarely on my shoulders. I was overconfident in my plan, and did not properly prepare for the match as I should. While I’ve obtained a vast amount of ring knowledge from my shared thoughts with Micheal Graves, I also find myself in a feeling out process with both this new body and the techniques that Micheal employed.”
“To be fair, Micheal had little grasp on his new form before I took over, but I fear that it’s more than that. What if carrying Micheal Graves along as a passenger in my subconscious is affecting my ability to to execute my intentions? The way that Betsy blocked the poison mist and redirected it back into my eyes, I hadn’t considered that a possibility prior to that night, despite the simplistic nature of the counter.”
“Despite my losing effort against Betsy, I must have impressed someone because at Adrenaline Rush IV I find myself with a golden opportunity to right this ship and propel myself into the upper echelon of the GCWA, but first, I have to confirm that I have full control over my actions, and to do that, I must put myself into a situation that Micheal Graves couldn’t resist.”
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Denver, Colorado, the home of the Denver Coliseum which marks the home of Adrenaline Rush IV! It’s also one of the states that has legalized recreational marijuana. A move that has had a great impact on BOB’s drug sales in every state that allows it, but that’s a story for another day. Today, I’m going to do something that I have never done before.
Get high.
To be quite honest, I’ve never fancied the idea of purposely inebriating myself. I prefer to keep a clear and sharp mind, but Micheal Graves was quite the opposite, and it’s my belief that if he has any control at all over this body, then lowering my mental awareness through drugs should cause him to rear his ugly face. At least then I’ll know what I’m dealing with.
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Oasis Cannabis Superstore, Denver Colorado
As I approached the front door, a queasy feeling overtook me. I couldn’t believe that I was going to do this. Even with the reasoning that I had, this was so out of character for me that I couldn’t help but feel more and more anxious the closer I came to entering the shop. It was so bad that I had to stop and calm myself before I could enter.
“This is fine. You won’t become a pothead or a junkie, you’re too strong for that.”
I was lying to myself.. The truth was that I didn’t know what to expect and could only make assumptions based on what others had said. Weed isn’t addicting. That was the general consciousness, but I had my doubts. I was aware of quite a few horror stories from some of our customers. Selling personal items, neglecting bills, starving their children, all to get their next fix.
And sure, these are some of the most extreme cases. From what I can tell, most people that smoke can put it down without a second thought, but again, this is new to me, and the truth is, I’m not positive which side of the line I’ll fall on,
After a moment my breathing returns to normal. My stomach is still queasy, but I figure this is the best that it’s going to get. With a deep breath I open the door and head in. With the alarming DING-DONG of a motion sensor alerting the associate of my entry, I’m met with a friendly,
“Welcome to the Superstore! Anything I can help you find?”
I had researched into this trip before coming and already knew what I wanted.
“Yes, I just need to get 7 grams of AK-47 and a pipe.” I said with a false confidence."
The typical pleasantries and small talk pursued as he prepared my order. Just standing in here made me feel dirty. I wanted nothing more than for him to bag my order so that I could leave, hopefully to never return. As we wrapped up the transaction, something occurred to me.
The munchies!
It was my understanding that when one smoked the devil’s lettuce, one would find themselves with a strong craving for sweets. As luck would have it, this place seemed to have a large variety of various candies, cookies, and cakes.
“You know what!” I said as he was bagging my items. “I think I will take some of those gummies as well.”
I pointed to one of the bags on the wall behind the counts.
“Oh sure thing, these are made locally!”
“MmmHmm.” I said, not really caring either way.
About 20 minutes later I was back at my hotel and picking away at the sticky buds to fill the bowl of my pipe. A few hits in and I could feel the effects flow over me like water.
My body began to tingle, various aches and pains from my profession seemed to melt away, though if I focused really hard, I could still feel the aches, but I had to admit that this felt good.
A few hits later and I was sure that I was experiencing the state known as “stoned”. I had to admit, it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, but that just reinforced my fears that I may become addicted to this stuff.
Suddenly my heart began to race. I found this to be worrisome, which only intensified the feeling. Quickly, it felt as though my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
No sign of Graves yet, and no doubt about it, I was stoned. I began to find relief that my fears had been for nothing, but my mind was still on my heart which felt like it was racing.
I decided to try and take my mind off of it. After all, I was certain that it was just a side effect from the marijuana and that I was in no real danger. Despite that, the thought stayed at the forefront of my mind as I settled into the couch and began searching in ring footage of PerZag and Chad Vargas. As I tried to study the footage, I found my mind drifting off into random places.
My friendship with Vita Valenteen that had all fallen apart a couple of years back.
The recent power struggles within BOB.
The fact that I had to somehow travel between Denver and Wisconsin to attend Adrenaline Rush and XWF Snow Job on the same night.
I pondered just how I would hold up, defending the Internet Title, challenging for the Anarchy title, and attempting to walk out of Adrenaline Rush with a Golden Opportunity all in the same night.
I had recently obtained a powerful artifact that should come in handy for traveling large distances almost instantaneously, so that wasn’t a problem, but three matches in one night was sure to place a toll on me physically.
Fortunately, two of the three matches included multiple participants. Maybe if I kept my head down and let my opponents do all of the fighting, I could swoop in at just the right time and steal one. That would negate the effects of wrestling three matches in one night to a degree, and may afford me the opportunity to walk away with a clean sweep.
I continued to plot and plan ways to improve my chances come the 31st. Some ideas were good, others not so much. Eventually my mind wandered to a new topic.
“Cookies!”
I jumped up and retrieved the bag containing the cookies that I bought from the dispensary before settling back onto the couch and pulling up another video, this time of Chad Vargas actually facing off against PerZag in a singles match.
The thought hadn’t occurred to me until now. As a novice in the world of marijuana, the idea that these cookies could contain THC never crossed my mind until now. I quickly unwrinkled one of the packages and confirmed my fears.
(25mg THC per cookie)
“Oh damn…”
Again, I didn’t pay the attention that this video deserved. I could feel my high intensifying, and along with it the chest pain also worsened. I was still sure this was a result of the drugs, and felt that I was in no real danger, but I couldn’t help but to wonder, and kind of spaz a little internally, but I chose to ignore it and try to focus on the video instead.
Two big men. Heavy hitters. Vargas was the larger of the two, but also the less talented. Just your typical southern boy looking for some smash and bash. One thing that I did pick up on was his reliance on brass knuckles. A signature move linked to myself as well, it felt a little hypocritical to scoff at Chris using them so often, but at the same time he’s not making up for a total lack of upper body strength like I am. To see a guy pushing 250 pounds rely on such trickery is always amusing.
Then there was the names. Chris Vargas seemed to pull up quite a few different people in the results, or so I thought, but even through my purple haze, I quickly came to the realization that Chad Vargas, Cobra, Rick Man, and Inverter II were all in fact Chris Vargas under various stage names.
I wondered, why would someone change their name so often? I could only assume that each name represented a failed chapter in the career of Chris Vargas.
The idea seemed outlandish at first. He was so decorated, and knew so many moves. I had watched this man do everything from a moonsault to Regal Stretch.
Cross face, Dragon Sleeper, Texas Cloverleaf, Sharpshooter, and many many more. It seemed that Chris Vargas was well versed in submissions. Hell, he was well versed in everything. High flying, power moves, big heavy brawler punches. It seemed that he had it all, but for a guy that was so talented and so well decorated, I noticed that he lost his fair share of matches.
How could that be?
I came into this business greener than grass. The number of moves that I knew could be counted on one hand, yet up until the last Inferno, I had only ever suffered one single defeat.
So how is Chris Vargas not the end boss of professional wrestling with all of the knowledge he has?
I can only assume that it’s because he’s an idiot, much like Micheal Graves.
“Fuck you!”
His voice boomed from within and sounded as though it came from all directions. I flew off of the couch in a panic and frantically looked around the room only to find no one there.
“Micheal?”