Post by rocketmanedh on Aug 27, 2019 13:50:24 GMT -6
My life has been on the cusp of greatness for far too long now. I have these grand dreams of success and manage to position myself close enough that I can reach out and touch those wild dreams, only for them to come crashing down in a fiery explosion. After spending years of my life training for the chance to go to outer space, I was next in line before one fluke accident ended my time at NASA. It cost me everything, the only job I’d ever known and the ability to fly for years, but I transitioned. I kept grinding and reinvented myself into a professional wrestler. Success was slow at first. I lost match after match until I finally got better. The company I was in was in a constant state of flux, but I stuck with it and soon, I saw myself climb up the ladder and grab the UCWA World Championship. It was the proudest moment of my life and proof that I could do whatever I put my mind to.
The success would be short lived. Two weeks after placing the World Championship around my waist, the company closed. That lead to an unsuccessful run in Boardwalk Wrestling. I could never find any success there. Injuries and poor timing caused me to continually crash down to earth. When it closed, I thought that I might be done in the professional wrestling world, a mediocre, uneventful career. A career that sputtered just like my time at NASA. But I found OCW and gave it a shot. My first run there only lasted a few months and the end took me to some of the darkest places I’ve ever been. I found myself unable to hold down a regular job and ended up signing autographs at trade shows, desperate to feel the same fan connection. Then OCW reopened and I jumped at the opportunity. I thrived this time. I won the Craze Championship twice, the Paradigm Championship once, and walked out of a classic with the Lightweight Championship. I was named the face of OCW. Going into the marquee event, the Margarita Mix, I was poised to get a number one contender’s match. Once again, I found myself on the cusp of greatness. In the OCW lore, I found myself close to immortality but right before I had the chance to start my ascent, OCW closed its doors again. That is why I find myself in GCWA now. I’m the preputial underdog. The man that should have never been a wrestler that has found almost enough success to be considered an astronaut second and now I’m determined be named the inaugural GCWA World Champion.
The scene opens with the camera panning across a vast desert. White text across the bottom of the screen show that we are currently two hours outside of Midland, Texas. The highway that runs through the desert is mostly empty except for one car, hurriedly moving across the desert. As the camera descends to the highway, it follows the large red truck pulling a U-Haul trailer behind it.
The camera gets behind the truck as it hits a bump, causing the truck and the trailer to bump into the air for a split second. They come down with a large thud. A second later, the truck pulls over to the side of the road and stops moving. Both doors to the truck burst open. Ed Houston starts to walk around the truck from the passenger side as Bob Black, Ed’s longtime agent shakes his head almost distraught.
Houston: “What the heck happened?”
Bob: “I have no idea. We hit like a pot hole or something.”
Houston: “In the middle of the desert?”
Bob looks confused. “I don’t know? How bad does the damage look?”
Ed bends down, and then sighs. “It’s definitely not great.”
Bob: “What does that mean?”
Houston: “Well man, it looks like one of our tires is completely shot.”
Bob gasps: “What? Really?”
Houston: “Yeah. It looks like we are stuck in the middle of the desert, with a car that will now not move.”
Bob: “Let’s just repair the tire.”
Houston: “With what?”
Bob: “I don’t know. Let’s borrow a trailer tire?”
Houston: “That won’t work. The truck is too big. Besides we can’t leave the trailer.”
Bob: “Sure we can. We should have never taken it in the first place.
Houston: “We need the trailer. My jet ski is in there.”
Bob: “There isn’t even a place to use it in Midland.”
Houston: “I’m sure we can find a place, well could find a place. I don’t like that we’re currently stranded in the desert.”
Bob: “Me either but I’m sure someone will stop by.”
The scene moves in fast motion, showing an increasingly upset Bob Black and a frustrated Ed Houston in a variety of poses. It focuses on the road which remains empty. The sun starts to go down, casting a pink light on the scene as it slows down.
Houston: “Listen. Do you hear that?”
Bob perks up. “Yeah. I think I do. It sounds like a car.”
Houston: “Get ready. We need to stop this car. It’s been like hours and if we don’t flag this one down, we might not get picked up.”
Bob stands up, ready to do whatever it takes to stop the car. It comes roaring by, lights shining bright, piercing the pink hued landscape. Ed and Bob yell out, jumping up and down. The car slows down for a second, long enough to bring hope to Ed and Bob, before speeding away.
Houston: “Oh no.”
Bob: “What just happened?”
Houston: “We got left. Again. Great. I get a chance to make a name for myself in a new promotion and even that can’t go right. I’m going to die in the desert.”
Bob: “We’ll get picked up. Just wait.”
Houston: “Fine. Let’s get in the car. It’s about to get dark. I don’t want to be out and unprotected in the dark.”
Bob: “Sounds good.”
They get inside the truck as the scene speeds up again. The pink changes to black and a bright moon shines across the desert and still no car comes across the stretch of highway. The scene slows down again as Ed gets out of the car. He bends over to the tire, kicking it, attempted to be productive but mostly taking out his frustrations on the situation when all of the sudden another car approaches the car on the side of the road.
Ed screams out and gets back into the car. He honks the horn. The noise fills the otherwise quiet air, causing a passed-out Bob Black to jump in a panic. The sound is loud enough to alert the driver. He pulls over to the side of the road and gets out of the car.
Houston: “Move over to the driver’s side just in case things go wrong with our friend here.”
Bob nods and Houston gets out of the car.
Guy: “Hello friend. What seems to be the matter?”
Houston: “I’m glad you stopped. We’ve been waiting almost all day for someone to help us. We blew out a tire. Any chance you can help?”
Guy: “I certainly can.”
Houston: “Great. Thanks!”
The man goes back to his car and returns a moment later with a toolbox and a tire. He starts to work on it.
Houston: “Listen, I really appreciate this. We’re already way behind schedule.”
The guy pats the newly fixed tire and stands up. “No problem. Listen you’re lucky someone like me stopped. It’s wide open out here. Things could go bad.”
Houston: “I’ll keep that in mind next time. First time out here I guess.”
Guy: “What’s in the trailer?”
Houston: “What?”
The guy points to the trailer.
Houston: “Oh that. Just some moving stuff and a jet ski.”
Guy: “I could certainly use a jet ski.”
Houston looks at him and nods his head. Then he quickly punches the guy in the stomach before jumping into the back of the truck.
Houston: “Let’s go Bob!”
The truck pulls away as the camera focuses down on the man, hunched over in pain. It turns to face the truck and trailer as it gets smaller in the shot before fading to black.
It looks like I got a welcome to Texas. While something like that happening to me isn’t new, the result might signal some good luck headed my way. I overcame a tough obstacle, and now will get a proper chance to prove that I’m the best in the reopened GCWA. That’s bad news for The Lost Soul.
TLS and I actually have some history together. He was apart of the short-lived group, Team Rocket back in OCW. I know that he has the mental acumen to hang with the best, but I’m not quite sure about the rest. While he might have once ruled over GCWA, that long past time represented his prime. He’s quite a bit a way from that now. TLS never really was able to get going in OCW and I don’t think that’s going to change in GCWA. The scenery might be different but TLS is too old of a dog to really change.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that the man that’s scared to show his face, hasn’t acted like he’s been comfortable in his own skin for the better part of two years. On the first Friday Night Inferno, I’ll show the world that he isn’t comfortable in the ring any more either. It’s nice to come back for GCWA but maybe The Lost Soul should have stayed lost.
This round robin tournament features the best of GCWA and one outsider. I’ve been an outsider in this business my entire life. I’ve been an outsider in this state since I crossed the border, but I enjoy being an outsider. It’s where I flourish. On Friday, I will debut in GCWA with a chance to become the first GCWA World Champion in years. I can’t wait for the inferno to lift me up to new heights. To those expecting this to be like the old GCWA, you have Houston as a problem.
The success would be short lived. Two weeks after placing the World Championship around my waist, the company closed. That lead to an unsuccessful run in Boardwalk Wrestling. I could never find any success there. Injuries and poor timing caused me to continually crash down to earth. When it closed, I thought that I might be done in the professional wrestling world, a mediocre, uneventful career. A career that sputtered just like my time at NASA. But I found OCW and gave it a shot. My first run there only lasted a few months and the end took me to some of the darkest places I’ve ever been. I found myself unable to hold down a regular job and ended up signing autographs at trade shows, desperate to feel the same fan connection. Then OCW reopened and I jumped at the opportunity. I thrived this time. I won the Craze Championship twice, the Paradigm Championship once, and walked out of a classic with the Lightweight Championship. I was named the face of OCW. Going into the marquee event, the Margarita Mix, I was poised to get a number one contender’s match. Once again, I found myself on the cusp of greatness. In the OCW lore, I found myself close to immortality but right before I had the chance to start my ascent, OCW closed its doors again. That is why I find myself in GCWA now. I’m the preputial underdog. The man that should have never been a wrestler that has found almost enough success to be considered an astronaut second and now I’m determined be named the inaugural GCWA World Champion.
The scene opens with the camera panning across a vast desert. White text across the bottom of the screen show that we are currently two hours outside of Midland, Texas. The highway that runs through the desert is mostly empty except for one car, hurriedly moving across the desert. As the camera descends to the highway, it follows the large red truck pulling a U-Haul trailer behind it.
The camera gets behind the truck as it hits a bump, causing the truck and the trailer to bump into the air for a split second. They come down with a large thud. A second later, the truck pulls over to the side of the road and stops moving. Both doors to the truck burst open. Ed Houston starts to walk around the truck from the passenger side as Bob Black, Ed’s longtime agent shakes his head almost distraught.
Houston: “What the heck happened?”
Bob: “I have no idea. We hit like a pot hole or something.”
Houston: “In the middle of the desert?”
Bob looks confused. “I don’t know? How bad does the damage look?”
Ed bends down, and then sighs. “It’s definitely not great.”
Bob: “What does that mean?”
Houston: “Well man, it looks like one of our tires is completely shot.”
Bob gasps: “What? Really?”
Houston: “Yeah. It looks like we are stuck in the middle of the desert, with a car that will now not move.”
Bob: “Let’s just repair the tire.”
Houston: “With what?”
Bob: “I don’t know. Let’s borrow a trailer tire?”
Houston: “That won’t work. The truck is too big. Besides we can’t leave the trailer.”
Bob: “Sure we can. We should have never taken it in the first place.
Houston: “We need the trailer. My jet ski is in there.”
Bob: “There isn’t even a place to use it in Midland.”
Houston: “I’m sure we can find a place, well could find a place. I don’t like that we’re currently stranded in the desert.”
Bob: “Me either but I’m sure someone will stop by.”
The scene moves in fast motion, showing an increasingly upset Bob Black and a frustrated Ed Houston in a variety of poses. It focuses on the road which remains empty. The sun starts to go down, casting a pink light on the scene as it slows down.
Houston: “Listen. Do you hear that?”
Bob perks up. “Yeah. I think I do. It sounds like a car.”
Houston: “Get ready. We need to stop this car. It’s been like hours and if we don’t flag this one down, we might not get picked up.”
Bob stands up, ready to do whatever it takes to stop the car. It comes roaring by, lights shining bright, piercing the pink hued landscape. Ed and Bob yell out, jumping up and down. The car slows down for a second, long enough to bring hope to Ed and Bob, before speeding away.
Houston: “Oh no.”
Bob: “What just happened?”
Houston: “We got left. Again. Great. I get a chance to make a name for myself in a new promotion and even that can’t go right. I’m going to die in the desert.”
Bob: “We’ll get picked up. Just wait.”
Houston: “Fine. Let’s get in the car. It’s about to get dark. I don’t want to be out and unprotected in the dark.”
Bob: “Sounds good.”
They get inside the truck as the scene speeds up again. The pink changes to black and a bright moon shines across the desert and still no car comes across the stretch of highway. The scene slows down again as Ed gets out of the car. He bends over to the tire, kicking it, attempted to be productive but mostly taking out his frustrations on the situation when all of the sudden another car approaches the car on the side of the road.
Ed screams out and gets back into the car. He honks the horn. The noise fills the otherwise quiet air, causing a passed-out Bob Black to jump in a panic. The sound is loud enough to alert the driver. He pulls over to the side of the road and gets out of the car.
Houston: “Move over to the driver’s side just in case things go wrong with our friend here.”
Bob nods and Houston gets out of the car.
Guy: “Hello friend. What seems to be the matter?”
Houston: “I’m glad you stopped. We’ve been waiting almost all day for someone to help us. We blew out a tire. Any chance you can help?”
Guy: “I certainly can.”
Houston: “Great. Thanks!”
The man goes back to his car and returns a moment later with a toolbox and a tire. He starts to work on it.
Houston: “Listen, I really appreciate this. We’re already way behind schedule.”
The guy pats the newly fixed tire and stands up. “No problem. Listen you’re lucky someone like me stopped. It’s wide open out here. Things could go bad.”
Houston: “I’ll keep that in mind next time. First time out here I guess.”
Guy: “What’s in the trailer?”
Houston: “What?”
The guy points to the trailer.
Houston: “Oh that. Just some moving stuff and a jet ski.”
Guy: “I could certainly use a jet ski.”
Houston looks at him and nods his head. Then he quickly punches the guy in the stomach before jumping into the back of the truck.
Houston: “Let’s go Bob!”
The truck pulls away as the camera focuses down on the man, hunched over in pain. It turns to face the truck and trailer as it gets smaller in the shot before fading to black.
It looks like I got a welcome to Texas. While something like that happening to me isn’t new, the result might signal some good luck headed my way. I overcame a tough obstacle, and now will get a proper chance to prove that I’m the best in the reopened GCWA. That’s bad news for The Lost Soul.
TLS and I actually have some history together. He was apart of the short-lived group, Team Rocket back in OCW. I know that he has the mental acumen to hang with the best, but I’m not quite sure about the rest. While he might have once ruled over GCWA, that long past time represented his prime. He’s quite a bit a way from that now. TLS never really was able to get going in OCW and I don’t think that’s going to change in GCWA. The scenery might be different but TLS is too old of a dog to really change.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that the man that’s scared to show his face, hasn’t acted like he’s been comfortable in his own skin for the better part of two years. On the first Friday Night Inferno, I’ll show the world that he isn’t comfortable in the ring any more either. It’s nice to come back for GCWA but maybe The Lost Soul should have stayed lost.
This round robin tournament features the best of GCWA and one outsider. I’ve been an outsider in this business my entire life. I’ve been an outsider in this state since I crossed the border, but I enjoy being an outsider. It’s where I flourish. On Friday, I will debut in GCWA with a chance to become the first GCWA World Champion in years. I can’t wait for the inferno to lift me up to new heights. To those expecting this to be like the old GCWA, you have Houston as a problem.