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Post by szymonross23 on May 26, 2023 3:27:45 GMT -5
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I use to love coming to Kings Crossing as a kid. We’d always take the train to see our grandparents. The last time I was here I was sixteen. My older brother pushed me off the platform onto the tracks. Much like now I was always a survivor and made it back onto the platform. It wasn’t long after that incident he moved out of the house. Now he’s a big shot and I’m looking for my opportunity.
As the rumbling brought the train closer to the station I couldn’t help but think. I’m going out into the world doing the thing I love most. I love the violence of it, the brutality. Regular matches are fine and I’ve wrestled my fair share of them. I’ll take the W in the win column. Leaving the ring swapping blood with someone giving someone part of me and taking part of them. Now that gets my heart pumping, my adrenaline running through my veins.
Some people can’t stomach a match like that. I got my first Action Wrestling match coming up with a girl named Punky. The name signifies that she could deal with the violence. What I’ve seen says otherwise. It’s okay Punky. Some of us can come up with a cool look, an attention-getting name, and a pretty cool catch phrase. But when it comes down to it we can’t get the job done.
Especially when you come up with phrases and I quote.
“You're hardly a woman, you're a Zip lock bag of shit. “
“I've heard of Jaice, that dude couldn't choke down 6 lemon pepper bone-in's at Buffalo Wild Wings. If he had 7 hours worth of time on an Evolution Sunday, what makes you think he can hang with me? “
Not exactly Edgar Allen Poe or Mary Shelley material we’re seeing out of you Punky. You’re nothing more than a want to be 16 year old kid. Spray painting dilapidated buildings and under hanging of bridges. But hey Punky welcome to the CruiserClash main event thanks to your boy Szymon Ross.
The train had finally come into the station and they were allowing passengers off. Before allowing any new passengers onto the train. Once the crowd lessened I walked over to have my ticket punched for entrance upon the train. I had a back compartment all to myself.
There was writing on the cabin wall and I would help to real it, it’ll be in the next Punky Promo. Nope. Even it was to good for a Punky Promo but somebody is an AW fan as it read, “Lissie Hope is a cunt.” I’m not aware if this was true or not but she looks pretty hot in those work out videos. That’s another mark against Punky she’s not Lissie Hope. Hell, if that’s the case. She’s not Serenity Holmes, Spayde Martinez, Azurine Vebbins, and I’d say Karlie Nash but she’s kind of nasty. So that’s one for Punky.
I toss my bags into the overhead baggage area excluding one. I throw it down on the seat as a pillow. It’s a long trip where I’m headed and I’m expecting a smooth ride. I close my eyes and think of my childhood of collecting wrestling figures and video takes. I could tell that mom hated it but it was a boyhood dream. He’d grow out of it. The thing is I didn’t grow out of it and now I’m headed to the biggest promotion in the world, Action Wrestling. Sorry mom but a kid’s got to become a man someday.
Punky. Punky. I’ve decided the more I hear your name I hate it. I get what you were going for. I was a punk kid myself for awhile. Punky doesn’t work. It’s weak. No forethought on your part. It’s boring. Are you boring Punky? I suppose we’ll find out.
This first trip is going to be a restless one. I’m ready to show both the fans and the office what I’m capable of doing inside of the ring. The future is right around the corner and upon my shoulders.
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© 'Baron of Brutality' Szymon Ross
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