Post by Duce Jones on Jan 21, 2020 22:45:22 GMT -6
It seems like it's been a while since I've had a legit fight. Well at least since the year has started. But I'd be lying if I didn't say that the gauntlet match wasn't a great spar session. That's the past though and it's on to the future, which apparently leads me to Outsider Championship Wrestling.
OCW Lite..
That's really not fair.
Is it not?
Doesn't really matter, all that matters is that I get my hands back on the other half of the OCW Tag Team Championships.
I'm glad that Tony was kind enough to give us the other one after OCW closed.
The REAL OCW, mind you..
Ugh..
Besides.. he knew what was best for him but this other kid.
He's not that much younger than us though.
Who gives a fuck, he still lives with his mom, in her basement at that!
Gentlemen.. this is professional wrestling and on any given day, defeat is possible. Doesn't matter who it is.. you never underestimate anyone.
...naw, fuck that shit..
What about the clown?
Hold up..
Wayment..
How does a clown have anything to do with this?
I don't fuck with clowns!
So, neither of you saw the fine print?
Fine print? What fucking fine print?
They always said that if you ever wanted anything hidden, put it in a book.
Fuck outta here.. You know shit been running a million miles a minute in my life. Hell I honestly lost track of how close this match was on the horizon.
Life had become a whirlwind for me lately and proving myself as one of the best in the GCWA had become my main focal point. Nothing else really mattered to me at this time frame of my existence.
And I'm guessing that Jonathan is starting to take notice as he's brought in a heavy hitter.
However, let's not steer off track, Uber-Man was the target that I needed to be focused on.
"Crew" by Goldlink breaks my concentration, stopping my mind from wandering through meditation. It was something that I was trying to become accustomed to again. Rising from my hotel room floor, I walk over towards the night stand and glance down at the phone.
"Who t'fuck? Oh, shit!"
With haste, I snatch the phone up and answer it.
"Hello!"
An automated voice responds to my greeting on the other end.
"Yeah, I'll accept… What's up wit dat boy?!"
I take a moment to listen as my good friend BRIM replies on the other end.
"T'fuck! Are you serious?"
They respond.
"Look bruh, I'm gonna check inta dat shit cuh we can't let dat ride.. Right now, I'm gettin' ready ta put dis Uber kid in his place an' take back my shit!"
I pause for their rebuttal.
"At least ya got dat first match so ya can start workin' ya way outta dat hellhole. Matta' fact I'll even come down ta Cali ta watch it live."
BRIM gives a stern reply.
"Aight, bruh.. I kno’ what's up.."
Click!
OCW Lite..
That's really not fair.
Is it not?
Doesn't really matter, all that matters is that I get my hands back on the other half of the OCW Tag Team Championships.
I'm glad that Tony was kind enough to give us the other one after OCW closed.
The REAL OCW, mind you..
Ugh..
Besides.. he knew what was best for him but this other kid.
He's not that much younger than us though.
Who gives a fuck, he still lives with his mom, in her basement at that!
Gentlemen.. this is professional wrestling and on any given day, defeat is possible. Doesn't matter who it is.. you never underestimate anyone.
...naw, fuck that shit..
What about the clown?
Hold up..
Wayment..
How does a clown have anything to do with this?
I don't fuck with clowns!
So, neither of you saw the fine print?
Fine print? What fucking fine print?
They always said that if you ever wanted anything hidden, put it in a book.
Fuck outta here.. You know shit been running a million miles a minute in my life. Hell I honestly lost track of how close this match was on the horizon.
Life had become a whirlwind for me lately and proving myself as one of the best in the GCWA had become my main focal point. Nothing else really mattered to me at this time frame of my existence.
And I'm guessing that Jonathan is starting to take notice as he's brought in a heavy hitter.
However, let's not steer off track, Uber-Man was the target that I needed to be focused on.
"Crew" by Goldlink breaks my concentration, stopping my mind from wandering through meditation. It was something that I was trying to become accustomed to again. Rising from my hotel room floor, I walk over towards the night stand and glance down at the phone.
"Who t'fuck? Oh, shit!"
With haste, I snatch the phone up and answer it.
"Hello!"
An automated voice responds to my greeting on the other end.
"Yeah, I'll accept… What's up wit dat boy?!"
I take a moment to listen as my good friend BRIM replies on the other end.
"T'fuck! Are you serious?"
They respond.
"Look bruh, I'm gonna check inta dat shit cuh we can't let dat ride.. Right now, I'm gettin' ready ta put dis Uber kid in his place an' take back my shit!"
I pause for their rebuttal.
"At least ya got dat first match so ya can start workin' ya way outta dat hellhole. Matta' fact I'll even come down ta Cali ta watch it live."
BRIM gives a stern reply.
"Aight, bruh.. I kno’ what's up.."
Click!
