Snap Back To Reality...Ah Fuck It.
Jan 2, 2020 14:23:37 GMT -5
Ms Anicka Swan, Quixote Della Torre, and 2 more like this
Post by Roger Wright on Jan 2, 2020 14:23:37 GMT -5
TWO DAYS AFTER THE EVENTS AT THE HOTEL!
“Goodnight daddy.” Marie pulled the covers up over her mouth and stared up at her father who leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Goodnight peanut.” He tucked the sides of the blanket in around her, she always liked feeling like she was wrapped tight. Standing up, Roger moved for the door, flipped the light switch and stole one last look at his daughter all wrapped up in the bed, a smile no doubt on her lips under the blanket that was pulled up tight.
Down the stairs Roger moved deliberately. Reaching the bottom of the steps, Roger moved for the kitchen, withdrew a beer from the fridge and stepped out onto his back patio. The fire in the fire pit was starting to die down, S’mores with his daughter was a once a week highlight he never failed to make. To Roger it was all about the small things, those things that we take for granted that mattered the most. Some would say the devil is in the details, and they would be right, the details separate the greats from the very good.
You think I notice that you're standing there right next to me
Am I supposed to bow my head and thank you gratefully
You break my heart and turn around to get what still remains
I sold my soul and bought my fear, my inner pain
Welcome to Action Wrestling, home of the match that makes no sense. Or at least that is how it feels. Week 1 pair me with some clown in a smiley mask, in what was meant to be a match for flex appeal to get a big win, how did that work out? One might have thought they realized what they had after the events of that week, nope, had no clue, because week 2 was another attempt at getting some clown over that couldn’t fight their way out of a wet paper bag.
Roger dropped some wood onto the dwindling fire. As he sat down in the rocker on his back porch, the fire began to roar back to life, the light dancing around on the covered patio. He smiled as he took a sip of his beer and looked out into the darkness.
Here we go week 3 in Action Wrestling and what do we have? A giant mess of a match that is about as original as a southern biscuit smothered in country gravy. Someone in power must have sat down and said, I have this handful of people that I don’t know, and Shadowlove, what do I do with them? Oh shit, great idea, why don’t we put them in a battle royale, because that has never been done before!
Why don’t we play a game, I will read some names and you take a moment to decide if they are competitors in the match, or if I am reading a list of last nights inmates booked into the Travis County Detention Center. Liam Archer, Steve Dackle, Alex Scott, Cambell Chase, Cameron Bats, Carnivore, Stepan Malikov, Shadowlove, and Tyler Ransom. Could you pick the inmates out of the wrestlers? Yeah me either, but here is the kicker, those are my opponents, notice not opponent, opponents because since I have arrived in Action Wrestling I have not been blessed with a one on one match.
Then why would I? It’s not like I am a big draw, or haven’t won everywhere I have gone before Action Wrestling...oh wait, that’s exactly how it is. I’ve been here for less than a month and am already in the top ten of merchandise sales for the company, and my compensation, a hot garbage match against a bunch of people whom wrestling fans don’t even know. It’s like a bad 80’s band name, Roger Wright and those other dudes!
Without a clue I trust I follow you with my eyes blind
And what I cannot see I need I cannot leave behind
With all those eyes on me, their hunger is insanity
I can see you standing there, do you wanna be free do you wanna be me
Alas, that is the game we play in this industry. When you have so many organizations out there, all of them posturing to be the best, claiming the greatness that is their talent over the others, sometimes the true greats get lost in the mess of nonsense. In that mess that is lost is someone like me, a man that walked in the door, single handedly took out the tag team of flex appeal. But that really wasn’t enough, I had to take out Tyler Ransom and Dana Ellis as well.
We can settle on this fact though, Action Wrestling doesn’t have the talent to take me on in a one on one match, so they only way they can try and get to me, try and push me down is to put me in a match with 9 other clowns. We could do a breakdown of them, but then what is the point? See that’s what it has all come down too, Action Wrestling for all of its greatness has suffered what some would call a drop in talent, but then that is because people want to overlook what is right in front of them.
Johnny Stylez, gone. Roger Payton, gone. Ryan Lockhart, gone...need I keep going or do you get the picture? See that is the problem with this industry, with this whole thing, good talent is hard to keep, and well when the booking is as terrible as this, who can blame these guys for skipping ship? Let’s just put it this way, you gave Ryan Lockhart no real competition, he held the title forever, never feeling threatened and well, he bounced the moment it got boring.
Roger Payton pranced around as the AW Television champion for months, then got bored and moved on. It’s a trend, a maddening one, because like always we get to watch talent-less clowns dominate the top of the show. Woohoo Odin Balfore, no one cares, he could literally just vanish and no one would miss him, not unlike everyone in this match with me this week. Then you have Walter, who was force fed to the masses until they simply gave up on seeing what they really wanted. If you don’t know what they want to see, then that is your loss, both financially and critically.
I don't wanna be the only one
To see my name wrote up on the sun
I don't wanna be the only one
To watch it fall into the sea
I don't wanna have to play the game
To sell my soul, betray my name
I don't wanna be the only one
To watch it fall into the sea
So this week I am going to do what I do every week, I will show up, put on the show of a lifetime, and when it is all over I will stand alone in the center of the ring. All of this will happen, even if I have to eliminate every single clown one at a time to get the job done. Because even though it is a lame concept, the reality is in a battle royale there are no alliances, there is no support from others, friendships are fleeting, and in the end everyone will sell their souls for a chance to win. But I have no friends, there will be no selling of my soul for the win, every single competitor will know where they stand.
Let’s play some name association, LIAM ARCHER...You are so important to the AW that you don’t even have a web page in the wrestler section of the Action Wrestling site. I mean not even a generic page with a list of physicals, with a black silhouette because they haven’t taken your picture, it is as if you don’t even exist in the minds of the management. Which is fitting, because after the match, no one will still no who you are.
Steve Dackle...Well at least they took a picture of this guy and put it on the Action Wrestling wrestler page. Of course no one told him calling yourself the Scorpion was a bad idea, but then why would they? Nothing is more fun than watching a guy run around with a nickname that a five year old would have come up with. But we as fans don’t need to worry, Steve is a former Marine jaded by mankind, and he uses that pain he feels to punish mankind in the ring. Blah blah blah...story as old as time, retold and retold.
Alex Scott...Look a dude who has the silhouette on his wrestler page. Yep AW loves him so much they didn’t even send out a photography crew to take his picture. But then why waste the resources on a guy that won’t even be here after this week? Yep when I throw Alex out of the ring he will roll right on out of the arena and company never to come back, because that is what he is good at. He may be a man after fame and fortune that can come with wrestling, but all he will find this week is failure and anguish, you are welcome.
Cambell Chase...One of the few guys in this match that actually has any skill, shamefully, he has the personality of a head of cabbage. But I guess not all of us can be blessed with both mind and body. Cambell’s goal of cleaning up the wrestling industry will fall short, not unlike his hairline, and this week he will realize that he isn’t the man to accomplish the task that he has undertaken. But don’t worry, it won’t be professional wrestling's last chance after this week, but it will be his!
Cameron Bats...the blindman...oh crap I get it, bats like sonar, how freaking genius is that? Yeah it’s a moderately clever word play. Look I’m all for pretending that there is something supernatural in the world, but let’s be real for just one goddamn minute. Nothing has changed in the last few years that would make his being blind any less of a liability than it was when he last wrestled. But we don’t need to fret, Cameron Bats will fly this week, right over the top rope and to the floor, he will just need a bit of a push from me, a push he won’t see coming! Now that is real wordcraft, right there!
Carnivore...I’d love to tell you that we can all take this guy seriously, but I have been in the ring with him, had to carry him all the way to a victory and I’m not going to lie, my back still hurts from it. But then that is what happens in this industry, sometimes you have to do all the heavy lifting, and thankfully I have done enough to know that this guy won’t be all that hard to toss right out of the ring. The only really worry is a papercut from the dumb mask he wears on his face.
Stepan Malikov...The number one salesman this side of the border...what border? Did you know this guy started his first successful business when he was 4 years old and in kindergarten? Yeah while everyone else was fingerpainting and trying not to shit their underwear or worrying about when nap time was, this dude was selling candy to other kids auction house style. Has that settled in yet? Yep, this dude is hardcore, and if you don’t believe him he has a microwave for you that you can buy! Well Malikov this is a wrestling ring, and the only thing the fans will be buying is you flying over the top rope.
Tyler Ransom...hahahahahahahaha...This guy again, if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to be part of a losing sandwich courtesy of me, he gets to climb back into the ring with me again. I guess it’s true what they say, stupidity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome. He couldn’t get the job done last time he was in the ring with me, and nothing has changed.
Shadowlove...That one guy that any fan actually knows the name of. That said, after we all spend 20 minutes watching him make his way to the ring with his arm candy, the fans will be disappointed that he can’t get the job done. Because it doesn’t matter what you daddy says Shadow, your whatever she is that is always on your arm, or that dude at the supermarket stall, you just can’t get the job done. No matter how much they talk you up, how much their mouths run with their brains stuck in neutral, you will not be able to escape the undeniable truth that you had your chance, and you let it pass you by.
So you just sit there stuck
Afraid to risk reality
Those words are mine
And you can find them deep inside of me
You walk away
Some how dismayed at what you may have done
The lies, the dreams, the broken promises, the only one
I can't remember whose Idea it was to make this real
Divided equally my feelings I still cannot feel
And there you are you're all alone inside your fantasy
I can see you standing there,
Do you wanna be free, do you wanna be me
At the end of the day everyone in that match is fighting for one thing, a chance to face off against KOS at a later time for the US title. But then we all know that really isn’t true, because the reality is they are all trying to just simply survive this match, hoping that maybe, just maybe I mess up, that they can get some kind of edge. Because deep down they all know the sinking reality is this match is mine, they are just extras on set hoping to get a little screen time, to maybe just have a shot at making it big.
I’d say some words about this being a stepping stone, but then anyone who knows me, has seen me in the ring know there is no need for a stepping stone, I have already climbed the ladder, am already perched at the top, it’s only a matter of time before AW opens their eyes and sees the reality, and gives me what they have kept at arm's length to this point.
The door behind Roger swung open and Anicka stepped out, wearing only her Femdom shirt, it fell just below her waist. “What are you doing cowboy?” She asked as she came around and straddled Roger, confirming his suspicion, the shirt was in fact the only thing that she was wearing.
“Waiting for you beautiful.” Roger winked, pushed upwards and met her lips with his. “I didn’t want to smoke this without you.” He pulled the blunt from the pocket of shirt, and Anicka smiled wide.
“Ani thinks she has completely ruined your good boy image.” She winked, and dug around in his pocket. “That’s not it.” She said with another wink and squeeze of her hand, Roger simply smiling wide. “That’s it.” She pulled her hand out of his pocket and held the brown lighter up triumphantly before lighting the blunt that was now between her lips. She took a drag and curled up in his lap, passing the blunt to Roger.
“I’d say we should get some sleep, WolfPack one will be here early tomorrow to get us, but then, I think we can think of some more important things to do.” Roger winked, took a hit off the blunt, leaned in and kissed Anicka, as their lips parted she exhaled the smoke into the air.
“Ani thinks so too.” The two kissed again as the scene faded to black.
“Goodnight daddy.” Marie pulled the covers up over her mouth and stared up at her father who leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Goodnight peanut.” He tucked the sides of the blanket in around her, she always liked feeling like she was wrapped tight. Standing up, Roger moved for the door, flipped the light switch and stole one last look at his daughter all wrapped up in the bed, a smile no doubt on her lips under the blanket that was pulled up tight.
Down the stairs Roger moved deliberately. Reaching the bottom of the steps, Roger moved for the kitchen, withdrew a beer from the fridge and stepped out onto his back patio. The fire in the fire pit was starting to die down, S’mores with his daughter was a once a week highlight he never failed to make. To Roger it was all about the small things, those things that we take for granted that mattered the most. Some would say the devil is in the details, and they would be right, the details separate the greats from the very good.
You think I notice that you're standing there right next to me
Am I supposed to bow my head and thank you gratefully
You break my heart and turn around to get what still remains
I sold my soul and bought my fear, my inner pain
Welcome to Action Wrestling, home of the match that makes no sense. Or at least that is how it feels. Week 1 pair me with some clown in a smiley mask, in what was meant to be a match for flex appeal to get a big win, how did that work out? One might have thought they realized what they had after the events of that week, nope, had no clue, because week 2 was another attempt at getting some clown over that couldn’t fight their way out of a wet paper bag.
Roger dropped some wood onto the dwindling fire. As he sat down in the rocker on his back porch, the fire began to roar back to life, the light dancing around on the covered patio. He smiled as he took a sip of his beer and looked out into the darkness.
Here we go week 3 in Action Wrestling and what do we have? A giant mess of a match that is about as original as a southern biscuit smothered in country gravy. Someone in power must have sat down and said, I have this handful of people that I don’t know, and Shadowlove, what do I do with them? Oh shit, great idea, why don’t we put them in a battle royale, because that has never been done before!
Why don’t we play a game, I will read some names and you take a moment to decide if they are competitors in the match, or if I am reading a list of last nights inmates booked into the Travis County Detention Center. Liam Archer, Steve Dackle, Alex Scott, Cambell Chase, Cameron Bats, Carnivore, Stepan Malikov, Shadowlove, and Tyler Ransom. Could you pick the inmates out of the wrestlers? Yeah me either, but here is the kicker, those are my opponents, notice not opponent, opponents because since I have arrived in Action Wrestling I have not been blessed with a one on one match.
Then why would I? It’s not like I am a big draw, or haven’t won everywhere I have gone before Action Wrestling...oh wait, that’s exactly how it is. I’ve been here for less than a month and am already in the top ten of merchandise sales for the company, and my compensation, a hot garbage match against a bunch of people whom wrestling fans don’t even know. It’s like a bad 80’s band name, Roger Wright and those other dudes!
Without a clue I trust I follow you with my eyes blind
And what I cannot see I need I cannot leave behind
With all those eyes on me, their hunger is insanity
I can see you standing there, do you wanna be free do you wanna be me
Alas, that is the game we play in this industry. When you have so many organizations out there, all of them posturing to be the best, claiming the greatness that is their talent over the others, sometimes the true greats get lost in the mess of nonsense. In that mess that is lost is someone like me, a man that walked in the door, single handedly took out the tag team of flex appeal. But that really wasn’t enough, I had to take out Tyler Ransom and Dana Ellis as well.
We can settle on this fact though, Action Wrestling doesn’t have the talent to take me on in a one on one match, so they only way they can try and get to me, try and push me down is to put me in a match with 9 other clowns. We could do a breakdown of them, but then what is the point? See that’s what it has all come down too, Action Wrestling for all of its greatness has suffered what some would call a drop in talent, but then that is because people want to overlook what is right in front of them.
Johnny Stylez, gone. Roger Payton, gone. Ryan Lockhart, gone...need I keep going or do you get the picture? See that is the problem with this industry, with this whole thing, good talent is hard to keep, and well when the booking is as terrible as this, who can blame these guys for skipping ship? Let’s just put it this way, you gave Ryan Lockhart no real competition, he held the title forever, never feeling threatened and well, he bounced the moment it got boring.
Roger Payton pranced around as the AW Television champion for months, then got bored and moved on. It’s a trend, a maddening one, because like always we get to watch talent-less clowns dominate the top of the show. Woohoo Odin Balfore, no one cares, he could literally just vanish and no one would miss him, not unlike everyone in this match with me this week. Then you have Walter, who was force fed to the masses until they simply gave up on seeing what they really wanted. If you don’t know what they want to see, then that is your loss, both financially and critically.
I don't wanna be the only one
To see my name wrote up on the sun
I don't wanna be the only one
To watch it fall into the sea
I don't wanna have to play the game
To sell my soul, betray my name
I don't wanna be the only one
To watch it fall into the sea
So this week I am going to do what I do every week, I will show up, put on the show of a lifetime, and when it is all over I will stand alone in the center of the ring. All of this will happen, even if I have to eliminate every single clown one at a time to get the job done. Because even though it is a lame concept, the reality is in a battle royale there are no alliances, there is no support from others, friendships are fleeting, and in the end everyone will sell their souls for a chance to win. But I have no friends, there will be no selling of my soul for the win, every single competitor will know where they stand.
Let’s play some name association, LIAM ARCHER...You are so important to the AW that you don’t even have a web page in the wrestler section of the Action Wrestling site. I mean not even a generic page with a list of physicals, with a black silhouette because they haven’t taken your picture, it is as if you don’t even exist in the minds of the management. Which is fitting, because after the match, no one will still no who you are.
Steve Dackle...Well at least they took a picture of this guy and put it on the Action Wrestling wrestler page. Of course no one told him calling yourself the Scorpion was a bad idea, but then why would they? Nothing is more fun than watching a guy run around with a nickname that a five year old would have come up with. But we as fans don’t need to worry, Steve is a former Marine jaded by mankind, and he uses that pain he feels to punish mankind in the ring. Blah blah blah...story as old as time, retold and retold.
Alex Scott...Look a dude who has the silhouette on his wrestler page. Yep AW loves him so much they didn’t even send out a photography crew to take his picture. But then why waste the resources on a guy that won’t even be here after this week? Yep when I throw Alex out of the ring he will roll right on out of the arena and company never to come back, because that is what he is good at. He may be a man after fame and fortune that can come with wrestling, but all he will find this week is failure and anguish, you are welcome.
Cambell Chase...One of the few guys in this match that actually has any skill, shamefully, he has the personality of a head of cabbage. But I guess not all of us can be blessed with both mind and body. Cambell’s goal of cleaning up the wrestling industry will fall short, not unlike his hairline, and this week he will realize that he isn’t the man to accomplish the task that he has undertaken. But don’t worry, it won’t be professional wrestling's last chance after this week, but it will be his!
Cameron Bats...the blindman...oh crap I get it, bats like sonar, how freaking genius is that? Yeah it’s a moderately clever word play. Look I’m all for pretending that there is something supernatural in the world, but let’s be real for just one goddamn minute. Nothing has changed in the last few years that would make his being blind any less of a liability than it was when he last wrestled. But we don’t need to fret, Cameron Bats will fly this week, right over the top rope and to the floor, he will just need a bit of a push from me, a push he won’t see coming! Now that is real wordcraft, right there!
Carnivore...I’d love to tell you that we can all take this guy seriously, but I have been in the ring with him, had to carry him all the way to a victory and I’m not going to lie, my back still hurts from it. But then that is what happens in this industry, sometimes you have to do all the heavy lifting, and thankfully I have done enough to know that this guy won’t be all that hard to toss right out of the ring. The only really worry is a papercut from the dumb mask he wears on his face.
Stepan Malikov...The number one salesman this side of the border...what border? Did you know this guy started his first successful business when he was 4 years old and in kindergarten? Yeah while everyone else was fingerpainting and trying not to shit their underwear or worrying about when nap time was, this dude was selling candy to other kids auction house style. Has that settled in yet? Yep, this dude is hardcore, and if you don’t believe him he has a microwave for you that you can buy! Well Malikov this is a wrestling ring, and the only thing the fans will be buying is you flying over the top rope.
Tyler Ransom...hahahahahahahaha...This guy again, if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to be part of a losing sandwich courtesy of me, he gets to climb back into the ring with me again. I guess it’s true what they say, stupidity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome. He couldn’t get the job done last time he was in the ring with me, and nothing has changed.
Shadowlove...That one guy that any fan actually knows the name of. That said, after we all spend 20 minutes watching him make his way to the ring with his arm candy, the fans will be disappointed that he can’t get the job done. Because it doesn’t matter what you daddy says Shadow, your whatever she is that is always on your arm, or that dude at the supermarket stall, you just can’t get the job done. No matter how much they talk you up, how much their mouths run with their brains stuck in neutral, you will not be able to escape the undeniable truth that you had your chance, and you let it pass you by.
So you just sit there stuck
Afraid to risk reality
Those words are mine
And you can find them deep inside of me
You walk away
Some how dismayed at what you may have done
The lies, the dreams, the broken promises, the only one
I can't remember whose Idea it was to make this real
Divided equally my feelings I still cannot feel
And there you are you're all alone inside your fantasy
I can see you standing there,
Do you wanna be free, do you wanna be me
At the end of the day everyone in that match is fighting for one thing, a chance to face off against KOS at a later time for the US title. But then we all know that really isn’t true, because the reality is they are all trying to just simply survive this match, hoping that maybe, just maybe I mess up, that they can get some kind of edge. Because deep down they all know the sinking reality is this match is mine, they are just extras on set hoping to get a little screen time, to maybe just have a shot at making it big.
I’d say some words about this being a stepping stone, but then anyone who knows me, has seen me in the ring know there is no need for a stepping stone, I have already climbed the ladder, am already perched at the top, it’s only a matter of time before AW opens their eyes and sees the reality, and gives me what they have kept at arm's length to this point.
The door behind Roger swung open and Anicka stepped out, wearing only her Femdom shirt, it fell just below her waist. “What are you doing cowboy?” She asked as she came around and straddled Roger, confirming his suspicion, the shirt was in fact the only thing that she was wearing.
“Waiting for you beautiful.” Roger winked, pushed upwards and met her lips with his. “I didn’t want to smoke this without you.” He pulled the blunt from the pocket of shirt, and Anicka smiled wide.
“Ani thinks she has completely ruined your good boy image.” She winked, and dug around in his pocket. “That’s not it.” She said with another wink and squeeze of her hand, Roger simply smiling wide. “That’s it.” She pulled her hand out of his pocket and held the brown lighter up triumphantly before lighting the blunt that was now between her lips. She took a drag and curled up in his lap, passing the blunt to Roger.
“I’d say we should get some sleep, WolfPack one will be here early tomorrow to get us, but then, I think we can think of some more important things to do.” Roger winked, took a hit off the blunt, leaned in and kissed Anicka, as their lips parted she exhaled the smoke into the air.
“Ani thinks so too.” The two kissed again as the scene faded to black.