Post by John Black on Jul 28, 2022 23:10:39 GMT -5
[We are four days out from Meltdown, and JB was back at home where he had slew of unpaid bills that were collected from his mailbox. Then he sees one letter that had an eviction notice letter that was sent prior to him going to Meltdown two weeks ago. He read it, and he tries to call the landlord, but she won’t answer, which got him annoyed. Then he chucks the bills on the kitchen floor, and goes into his bedroom to speak to himself.]
JB: I had no clue I was behind on all my bills, and I thought that I was able to pay for it all. I guess, I am just way over my head in his big ass townhome, which I thought it was mines but didn’t know that I was renting this shit, now I feel like I am at a hole and a hard spot, but whatever I be getting from my stint in this fed should make up for it. It’s not like I am top draw or anything, but I am a man who knows how to take care of things for himself, and how I will manage to bounce back.
Now, I am here thinking about why I had to get involved with Meltdown last Sunday, and I already felt that sense of dread, that sense of just knowing you anit got it. Now, I got all the late notices and shit, that thinking about a messling title shot seems all pointless at the end. I have chosen to either pursue further in this wrestling thing, or should I just give up and get a 9 to 5 job with health benefits and a W2 form, now I don’t know what the policies are here within Action Wrestling, but I think they don’t cover health and dental plans. I think I got a missing tooth, but I don’t wanna know about that, but I do know after that shit with the table, a freakin X-Ray would cost me more than a plane ticket to Detroit!
Do I still have it? Do I still have that passion for this shit?... I've been in this game for so long, I've forgotten about the music thing, and I think that I've been treated with so much love in the ring that even people who don’t even know me, would be like “oh that’s the TV champ guy!” and the likes of that nature.
Well, I guess I am jaded with everything at this moment, and feel like I want to fucking quit and end it all. Maybe, I need to see my old therapist again, but I am too afraid to come back to those types of talks about my past trauma and the like. I am still thinking about all the negative shit i’ve said and done in the past, and it’s not like I am a good person either. I could walk around the corner store with a smile, but still feel like the whole world is against me. Maybe, it’s all in my head and I am just overthinking, or maybe I'm just falling deeper into my own depression.
[JB then walks around his room, pacing back and forth to think. Then he sees his old metal mask he once wore in the past, and he places it on the bed. Then he goes to his closet, and pulls out his own replica TV title that the company gifted to him, with a photo of him holding the real thing in the backstage locker room. He smiles, then puts the belt back into his closet with the picture.]
JB: Maybe, I am still trying to achieve this non-existent glass ceiling I place myself in Action Wrestling. Maybe, I am still tryin to curate an identity that can outlast a lifetime as I am on this earth, and for all of my life I have still been tryin to know who I am a black man in white land of unopportunistic situations. I can go on and on about not having a fair shot in white America and it’s corporate values. I even busted my ass at a college for four years to get turned away constantly to where I had to hustle in the streets. I couldn’t make dope out of damn shoestring, so I had to figure out how to make some moves in those dark streets. Time after time, nothing was working, so I had to figure out what I needed to do.
The rappin stuff was just a side thing, when it was my goal to make a community center for all those kids who need it, even if they don’t need it. I still know that my backing is very important enough to warrant me to continue to entertain those people, so the wrestling thing ended up becoming my calling. Day in and Day out, the training, the plannin, the flights, the whole entire freaking experience is just plain insane, and when I had to tell the management I needed some time off, they granted that so I can make some time for myself.
I should have been like “ayo, i need some time off” but I know they see me as somebody in this place, it would be a blow for them. I’ve been in things enough to know how valued I am here within this place. To where I was informed about this Pure Cup III, and I am quite shocked about that when I heard about it, it makes me feel like I am worth a damn in this place, and even to the point that I am considering to be able to take it seriously than ever in my time here in Action Wrestling.
I might not be too hyper aware of what a Pure Cup is, but I guess it has something to do with being Pure in the ring or something similar to that, whatever the case is… I might not be the Pure, crisp, and technical wrestler. I haven done that type of style in over two decades in my early days in the past when I started the wrestling shit. I am more of a rugged and brawling type of man who will break your nose before I break your thumb like if I'm Dave Finlay bein told if this wrestlin shit is fake or not.
So in short, I can’t guarantee a CJ Phoenix or Spencer Adams type of mat classics into this tournament thing, but I do guarantee that someone will move along in this thing. It might be me or not be me, but whatever the case is going to play up on… I am determined to get this Pure Cup thing to add to my shelf in my room. If I don’t get the cup, then I won’ lose any sleep on it, and chalk it up to the game.
I’ve seen the line up three dudes in this thing, and one that stood out to me is who I am facing in this thing, and his name is Elijah Martin, and he’s pretty much slightly similar to me and my style, so there won’t be no clash of styles until one of us get to the final round. I know that guy from somewhere, and he don’t play around at all. So, I got to prove to these people that I am able to hang with the best of the best, and not lose focus on anything. Elijah, I have a HUGE respect for you, but you gotta know that we finna be scrapin to earn that final spot to earn that crown. I know you are ready to blow, and me too and we finna scrap until they have to call an overtime for us to stop scraping in that thing. We’ll see who’s gonna come out strong…
Also, they got Credone and VOID involved with this thing, and man whoever comes out on top of that one, if I have to get my hands on them, then they will have to feel some pain. One of them will know what I am capable of in this Pure Cup thing… come hell or high wata.
[Then JB looks at his bedroom mirror, and looks at himself with come confidence like if he’s ready to take that Pure Cup home with him, then he starts to shadowbox while listening to LL Cool J’s Knock you out track in his room. Then he stops and says these words to the mirror.]
JB: You still got this, knock those sucka out!... Gotta remember to not take in the bullshit, and be happy for once!
[Then he shadowboxes himself to the point of tiredness as he lays himself on his bed, as the scene fades to pink.]
