Humble Mumble Pie [1992 Thoughts] Sept 16, 2022 19:39:20 GMT -5
Post by John Black on Sept 16, 2022 19:39:20 GMT -5
[About a few days removed from his infamous outburst on the last show, he was back in Baltimore where he was in a waiting room to see a new therapist he’s been talking to since he’s been on the road so much through facetime. As he was looking at the lock, he noticed it was half past three pm and he looked out the open window where the building was situated in a professional building. He then gets called into his therapist room, and the lady who looked like a younger Tina Turner in her sunflower dress greets him, and he sits on a chair across from her as she wrote in her notepad as he talks to her.]
Angela The Therapist: We finally met again in person, so what brings you into this place today? We normally would facetime one another.
JB: Well, I wanted to see you in person when I had some down time, because the road has gotten to me as a wrestler. Besides the pain pills I be poppin on the low, I am kinda feeling hella depressed and worn out from it all.
Angela The Therapist: Okay, like tell me where you are on your meter of “doneness”. Is it between a 1 or 10?
JB: Well honestly a 6 or 7 range, but it fluctuates from time to time. Its like I am just wondering into nothingness at times, making me want to take a step back from it all and just remain alone. Shut myself off from the world..
Angela The Therapist: Now, you don’t need to say that one, you need to look at from this perspective, you manage to make a career for yourself in the world of pro wrestling and even briefly in the IT field as well. Not everyone can claim to have done so in your position at all.
JB: I mean, yes that’s true but, its still feels like that passion the wrestling thing and my overall sense of being is.. Is.. i don't know how to say it.
[Angela then writes in her notepad, and she flipped to some pages from her previous talks with her on the phone, then she highlighted one of their key conversations they had prior, which she brought up as she looked at him.]
Angela The Therapist: Didn’t you say that you were raised by your Auntie Silvia and Uncle Fredrick?
JB: Uh, yes but what does that have to do with anything?
Angela The Therapist: You once told me that they disapproved of you going into wrestling and wanted you to stick with your cubicle job in a firm. You told me that they weren’t really interested in promoting you. So, you had to find your own way pretty much from that point, you need to find an outlet outside of that. What makes you happy? What’s your hobbies?
[JB then scratches his head to think about that, as she was jotting in her notepad. Then he noticed it was getting to about 430pm, and he came up with something he knows.]
JB: Well, I do like to make some raps and mess around with some arts stuff from time to time. Maybe play some video games and all that shit, it all varies. Am I taking up your time? I hope I am not.
Angela The Therapist: Oh you aren’t John, we have until like 5pm so we got some time. Also, maybe you should venture in your artistic side to help you relieve yourself of all your troubles, ever thought about writing in a journal?
JB: Well yes, I have done that before since I was like nine or ten years old. I had a LOT of issues from that point that I needed to write how I felt.
Angela The Therapist: Okay that’s a good thing, I mean I feel like when you write how you feel the more you feel like you are able to be free within yourself. You’ll find what you are looking for, oh my time has flown by, let's try to see one another again down the line.
[JB looked at the clock on the wall, and he saw it was already 5PM and he was shocked, then he got out of the couch to get on his feet to head out, since he already paid for her session earlier in the month. Then he drives in his car to head back to his crib.]
[JB was sitting on his couch playing on his past expired by still running PlayStation 3 with a copy of a horror survival game, he clocked in about three hours of play time overall since he got back from his session. Then his cell phone rings on his side of the seat, and he pauses the game and sees that it was Hannibal who was calling him to catch up with him.]
Hanny: Yo JB, where have you been man?
JB: You know me, touring that wrestlin shit and stayin home playin video games.
Hanny: That’s something good, yo i checked out the clash last monday and man what you did was hyped!
JB: Oh that thing? It was sorely a thing I wanted to do off the camera, because i didn’t want to get heat with the higher ups for it.
Hanny: Well that shit blew up on Twitter and Zoomtube bro, i guess you are starting to get that shine on real hard.
JB: Sounds dope and all, but that was when I was at my lowest point that time. Hell it wasn’t even over the strap, it was just the whole situation in itself I acted out like that. I am kinda quiet but I had to let me know what’s good in the hood that night.
Hanny: I see that, well man I was around the town doing a comedy gig at some nightclub, would you like to roll through?.... There be some free liquor and chicken at the spot!
JB: Free liquor and chicken?... shit man, if I wasn’t so tired and into my game, I would have not mind to slide in there tonight but, I can’t make it. Maybe next time?
Hanny: Oh its cool man, just wanted to check in on you, ill hit you up later when I get back to my city.
JB: Alright man, break a leg outchea.
Hanny: Will do.
[Then JB hangs up the phone, and resumes his game for the rest of the night. Then the next morning, he was woken up by a knock on the door, and he was half asleep with his boxers and white t on with his durag on. Then he opened the door to see a Lin Shaye looking lady who was his landlord in her raggedy dress and shoes confronted him over his share.]
Landlady: John, you son of a bitch where’s the money?
JB: What money?
Landlady: You know, what you owe me for the last six months!
JB: I thought I zelled you that shit prior.
Landlady: I don’t know what that shit is, if you don’t give me $1,800 dollars by end of this week, I am kicking you out of this townhouse, you here me!
[JB looked at her with no care in the world, then he slammed the door in her face, which got her heated as she slammed her hand on the door which JB ignored, then he finds about 3 bands underneath his closet in a shoebox (shoutout to Redman’s MTV Cribs!). Then he opened up the door and showed her a wad of cash, which shocked her.]
Landlady: Wow, how much are you giving me?
JB: Don’t ask, I anit gon say shit… in fact, at some point i’m finna move on out of here by the end of the month out of this complex. You will not see me again, period.
[She was still counting the roll of money as he looked at her, and she ended up looking at him with so much glee.]
Landlady: Well then, since you are going to be out of the complex soon, then I guess I won’t bother you for rent money anytime soon. So John, go fuck yourself sucker!
[As she ran off with his wad of cash, he then slammed the door at her face once again. But this time he was in the kitchen, with a devilish smile on his face, as he gave her fake $100 dollar bills mixed in with $5 and $10 to “balance” it out to make it a band. Then it simply fades to the outside in the skies.]
“I am not the most happiest man in the world, but I am happy enough to say that it's going to be an honor to welcome back Tony Savage in the company again with me whooping his ass from pillar to post, when I had to send a message to the company last Clash that I wasn’t going to sit there and take they shit.. I meant that in all kinds of ways in my own views. It’s not like I’ve been held down, I had more and more shots at things I didn’t think i’d had two years ago to today. So now, it’s going to be me welcoming back this Tony Savage guy.
Well Tony, unless you are Fat or Skinny Tony from the Simpsons, then I don’t think that I am going to roll over to the side, and let you get your shine over my own dime. It’s great you made a statement last show, but that will not fly with me, to me you just like any other part timer who needs to know when you got to get the fuck on outta here to another place. You might have earned your stripes here, but that doesn’t mean you are going to be able to hang with me.
I am not the best wrestler this company has to offer, oh far from that, but I am the type who ill let it be known that I ain't the one to be messed with at all. So Tony, you better get your shit together against me and take out that ring rust or else face the consequences of not being on the road. I know the boys and the fans are hyped to see you return to your home, but consider that you've been sent an eviction notice of relevance in AW by the time Clash comes in next Monday from now. You will be questioning why they even wanted to waste they time with a non committed man, since I can tell you gon end up leaving when they sign the check and it clears up.
People who are in support for this man, I will say this, he got a lot of guts having to cross paths with me, but that will be his downfall before he could even fall in the first place, and that's why I am not afraid to say that when it comes to it, his heart isn’t in the match. He would rather take his ball or in this case, his briefcase and run off home where he needed to stay in the first place. Well, if he doesn't want to do that, then I guess I will have to push him to do that gesture when I am through with him.
I promise to not go easy on you Tony, and to stick it one time back to those who think you are worth the dime to sink the stock in. This isn’t some new school/old school thing… this is who the fuck is betta thang between us. So Tony, get yourself together because I am going to take you to the other level of the game this coming Monday from now. Just like in the card, I might “knock you down a peg” if I need to.”