Ramon, My Friend...
Jan 12, 2020 23:47:36 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, Addy A, and 1 more like this
Post by Frank Venable on Jan 12, 2020 23:47:36 GMT -5
FPV RP #14 - Ramon, My Friend...
I think it's a sign of how much of a man of the people I've become that I can just go out on Clash with a chair, destroy the two men in the ring like your average heel would, and still have my name chanted as the copyright info pops up.
Truthfully? I was almost certain Odin didn't have it in him to unseat Walter. That's not a knock on the All Father, I just knew the sort of carnage that absolute mongrel was capable of doing and figured he's be able to take Odin on. But Balfore surprised me, as he is want to do, by winning that World title. When I made the decision to come out there with a chair, I had only one target in mind, the beast himself. I'm not usually a fan of these kinds of blindsides, but knowing that I'd be put in a triple threat to determine the #1 contender for the title next week, I figured I could set aside my misgivings and give Walter a taste of what he'd have to soon face. Once the match was over and Odin won the belt, I made the snap judgement to take the two of them out and live with whatever backlash the fans would give me. Thankfully that wasn't a problem at all.
As I was walking backstage, still clad in the hoodie I wore out there and still clutching onto the chair I used, a certain beleaguered Nate Burleson stopped me dead in my tracks, microphone in hand, looking to get the scoop on what just happened.[/div]
Nate: Frank, real quick, what was your reason for going out there and attacking both Odin and Walter?
I chuckled and smiled.
FPV: Just sending a message to the world champion, plain and simple. Out of the three people in that main event next week, you didn't see Addy A or Dandy puttin in the early work to put themselves in contention for that belt. Hell, I'm not even sure Dandy is in the building tonight! I want all the smoke that Odin has to give, I want all of his attention on me so he knows just what he's going to be facing at Revolution 3.
And Walter...don't think I'm just going to forget about you, you mongrel. Your time as the face of this company has come to an end, and once I take that World title off of Odin, I'm going to show everyone here what it means to be the proper face that this company needs. And if you want another crack at the title once it's mine, be my guest. Hell, I'll even DEMAND that Camilla gives you that shot, just so I can Euthanize you like the animal you are!
That's all I've got to say, why don't you take a seat Nate, you look tired.
I took the chair I was still holding, opened it up and set it down the ground, who gave a weird look as I smiled and walked away.
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I got a tip from Camilla, a text telling me where the address for the new AW Hall of Fame was to be. I had asked her because I've grown quite interested in the history and preservation of wrestling, an interest that started all the way back in my time in WCF. She told me with no issue, saying that she hoped I'd come up with something worthy enough for it's inclusion in the future. I made a very quick guarantee to her that I would before hanging up the phone.
It wasn't much to look at in the moment, just a whole lot of dirt and construction going on as Ramon and I watched from my car. Ramon had asked to tag along so I could perhaps "educate" him about the business a little. I told him about the things that would probably get put there; titles, trophies, picture of historic moments and of course, profiles commemorating the greatest wrestlers to enter into this promotion.
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I got a tip from Camilla, a text telling me where the address for the new AW Hall of Fame was to be. I had asked her because I've grown quite interested in the history and preservation of wrestling, an interest that started all the way back in my time in WCF. She told me with no issue, saying that she hoped I'd come up with something worthy enough for it's inclusion in the future. I made a very quick guarantee to her that I would before hanging up the phone.
It wasn't much to look at in the moment, just a whole lot of dirt and construction going on as Ramon and I watched from my car. Ramon had asked to tag along so I could perhaps "educate" him about the business a little. I told him about the things that would probably get put there; titles, trophies, picture of historic moments and of course, profiles commemorating the greatest wrestlers to enter into this promotion.
FPV: Mount Rushmore will probably be first ballot inductees. Speede, D-Day, Wade and KOS. Those four and Lockhart are shoo-ins for the Hall of Fame before anyone else.
Ramon: Even before someone like you my friend?
FPV: You flatter me too much, Ramon. No, I've gotta wait for that time to come. That time'll be the second ballot for me, I can feel it.
Ramon: What sort of things will be put in the hall, do you know? Any historic artifacts and whatnot?
FPV: So far, the only one confirmed is the Trinity World Championship, with Addy A. being recognized as the final champion?
Ramon snorted in shock after that tidbit of information.
Ramon: Adelaide Ainsworth?! The immature brat you face this week?
FPV: The same. Don't worry, with the way her career is projecting I think that'll be the only thing of hers that goes in that hall.
Ramon: I hope so, for all our sakes.
Ramon took a pause, before taking out his checkbook and scribbling something onto a check, ripping the check out and handing it to me. To say I was confused was an understatement.
FPV: Ramon, what is this?
Ramon: A $10,000 donation from PepsiCo to Action Wrestling, to insure the Hall of Fame is up to snuff.
FPV: Ramon! That's amazing but...you don't really need to do this! The hall is already plenty funded-
Ramon: Then tell our friend Torture to spend that money wherever he would find it useful then! My gift to them.
I'll be honest, Ramon's gift caught me off guard, and I had half a mind to give it back to him, but seeing him already write the expense down in his checkbook, I knew he wouldn't take it back, so I sighed and put the check in my pocket and began to drive away.
FPV: Whatever you say, friend...
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Las Vegas is beautiful at night. I had become so enamored with the city during AW's stay for the Turmoil tournament that I purchased a penthouse on the strip o I could come over whenever I pleased. I looked down below from that penthouse, staring out the window watching all the people on the street, having fun or trying to make their fortune. It would make sense why someone like Addy A would make this place her home. A place where you can start over and be your own person, give no shits and do whatever you please.
That same philosophy is going to be the thing that holds her back, I guarantee it.
Las Vegas is beautiful at night. I had become so enamored with the city during AW's stay for the Turmoil tournament that I purchased a penthouse on the strip o I could come over whenever I pleased. I looked down below from that penthouse, staring out the window watching all the people on the street, having fun or trying to make their fortune. It would make sense why someone like Addy A would make this place her home. A place where you can start over and be your own person, give no shits and do whatever you please.
That same philosophy is going to be the thing that holds her back, I guarantee it.
FPV: Adelaide, let me be the first to say congratulations. No matter what else happens in your career, no one can ever take away the fact that you just cemented your place in the AW Hall of Fame by becoming the final Trinity Champion.
That's where my praise ends.
You may be good enough to be the final Trinity Champion, but you are NOWHERE NEAR GOOD ENOUGH to become AW World Champion. That's just the fact of the matter. The opposition is just too stacked, and when people see the main event for this coming clash, your name sticks out like a sore thumb. You just have that feeling like you don't belong there with me and Dandy, and that's because you don't. Flat out.
Why is that? I say it's because you just aren't experience enough to even hold this belt. You're 20 right now, and in a few days you're going to be 21. You are an absolute BABY in terms of experience. You think you're a bad bitch because you can take down some guys with ease. Try asking me about my wrist scars and ask Dandy about how the Hell in a Cell changed him fundamentally as a person. You've got NOTHING on either of us, we've got that killer instinct that you just don't.
Not only that, but you lack the fundamental maturity needed to be the face of this company. You've got the biggest potty mouth I've ever seen, and considering Dandy is also in this match, that says something. Every. Other. WORD that comes out of your mouth is "fucking." "I'll fucking beat you the fuck down, I love fucking a big fucking dick, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!." That's what your promo against MadWoman sounded like to me, just different variations of "fuck" on a fifteen minute loop. Are you just not that creative enough to handle a conversation that you just default to f-bombs because you've got a mind that just hasn't fully developed yet?
I mean, just LISTEN to this quote of yours from last week. "It makes me wet to think how much I’m hurtin ya in that ring. So fuckin wet my pussy juices are ticklin my toes." That sounds like the ranting of a 12-year-old South Park fan from the late 90s. That promo was just about as torturous to listen to as your personality is garbage. You've got all the worst qualities of Lissie Hope but with all the subtleties she has filed off with sandpaper. You SLAP fans in the audience during your entrance...JUST BECAUSE! That's actual insanity right there.
AND YET YOU WERE THE GOOD GUY LAST WEEK DURING YOUR MATCH WITH MADWOMAN!
That just BOGGLES my mind, Addy. Is that the real reason that Trinity Wrestling failed like it did? Because they let a foul mouthed brat with an actual sex addiction become their UNDERDOG CHASING THE TITLE? Did your in ring promos bankrupt the company solely through FCC fines? You put on this whole "bad bitch" persona but when you got told you'd be in this match you were jumping up and down for joy like a little girl who just got told he'd be getting pony rides for her tenth birthday. Which is it, Addy? Bad bitch or Razzles Mars with an edge? Pick one.
But that doesn't matter. Knowing your life story, you're not gonna be much longer in this industry anyways. To you, being a pro wrestler is just a blip in your life story, a small dot on the timeline of your life when all things are considered. This is just a hobby for you that got way too out of control way too quickly For me? This is my JOB! This is what I LIVE for! I train day in and day out for this business to make sure that I am the absolute best that I can be, In that same time that I train, you spend all your time out in the streets looking for an easy lay. Youth is truly wasted on the young, it looks like.
Addy, at this point you might as well just accept that you aren't going to win on Monday and start figuring out what to do with the next few months of your life. I'd suggest you retire where you are and go to be the mother your daughter actually needs, but you and I both know that you aren't to be emotionally mature enough for something like that role until it's far too late. When your daughter grows up and people ask her if she loves her mom, she's going to say "I don't know, she was never really in my life." And you're going to hear that, and it's going to all click for you, because that's the moment you realize you've wasted all these years and that there's no way to go back and make right what was once wrong.
Happy 21st birthday, by the way. Don't get too drunk.
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After our trip to the future sit of the hall of fame, Ramon and I went to a local restaurant for lunch. The Buffet at Wynn, high class lunch in a luxurious environment. Though an endless array of foods were available to me, I kept my plate simple and somewhat healthy, knowing I'd have a grueling match to deal with on Monday night. Ramon had no such concerns, and filled his plate to the brim, taking advantage of as much of the buffet as he could. It was here, over this exquisite lunch, that I talked turkey with Ramon about Dandy DeVito.
After our trip to the future sit of the hall of fame, Ramon and I went to a local restaurant for lunch. The Buffet at Wynn, high class lunch in a luxurious environment. Though an endless array of foods were available to me, I kept my plate simple and somewhat healthy, knowing I'd have a grueling match to deal with on Monday night. Ramon had no such concerns, and filled his plate to the brim, taking advantage of as much of the buffet as he could. It was here, over this exquisite lunch, that I talked turkey with Ramon about Dandy DeVito.
FPV: I can take him. No question about it. If he can't beat Lissie Hope and I can, then I can definitely win this.
Ramon: But Frank, isn't a triple threat match under no-DQ rules? Doesn't that give Dandy the edge, knowing he thrives under those circumstances?
I gave Ramon my best incredulous look I could muster.
FPV: Ramon, Ramon, Ramon, need I remind you that the man you're eating lunch with was at one point considered the KING of the Deathmatch? I've been in worse scraps than him, I can absolutely guarantee that. Piece of cake. Plus, I know he's gonna dip into his old well of tricks and try the dick kick thing on me, which is why I've got the athletic cup on standby, just in case.
I gave Ramon a knowing wink, to which he responded very positively.
Ramon: Ahh! Of course, how ingenious a plan! Why is it that no one ever does that in this industry?
FPV: I honestly could not tell you, Ramon. If I knew, I would tell you.
At this point, the both of us were interrupted by another person, if you simply looked at his face and demeanor, his snappy dressing style you would just take him as another soulless executive. But he surprised me withe next words that came out of his mouth.
Man: Umm, excuse me...you're Frank Venable, yeah?
FPV: Yeah! You a fan?
Man: I...guess you could say, yes. Would you mind if we took a photo? You know, for the social media and all that?
FPV: Not at all, of course! Ramon, do you mind?
Ramon: Oh! Yes yes yes...
The fan gave his phone over to Ramon, who used it to take a picture of me and the fan, both of us striking your generic "fighter's pose" with our fists clenched and our arms outstretched. Viewing the photos afterward, they came out pretty well, and both the fan and I were all smiles as he bid adieu to me. Yet when I looked back to Ramon, a smile was the farthest thing from his face. In fact, he seemed a little bit...concerned, for some reason.
FPV: Everything good, Ramon?
Ramon: Oh! Yes, everything is fine, I was just concerned if that man...you know, talks to any tabloid and spread any rumors about us....
FPV: I mean, if anyone asks, we'll say it was merely a lunch between business partners. No more, no less...
Ramon: Yes, that's right...just lunch between business partners, that's all...
He seemed oddly contemplative after that, and at the moment it struck me as a bit odd, but I didn't think too much of it. Considering what happened later that night, I should've known his true feelings.
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With my time in Las Vegas almost over, I spent my last night in the city in my penthouse, cooped up and perfectly relaxed. After a long, hot shower, I sat at the edge of my bed dressed in a perfectly clean and comfortable bathrobe, my initials monogrammed on it in red letters. In this robe, I casually took out my phone and went live to speak directly to the other former World champion in this match. Some might say the smile on my face was cocky. I would more describe it as confident.
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With my time in Las Vegas almost over, I spent my last night in the city in my penthouse, cooped up and perfectly relaxed. After a long, hot shower, I sat at the edge of my bed dressed in a perfectly clean and comfortable bathrobe, my initials monogrammed on it in red letters. In this robe, I casually took out my phone and went live to speak directly to the other former World champion in this match. Some might say the smile on my face was cocky. I would more describe it as confident.
FPV: Welcome back to active competition, Dandy. I hope you're ready for nothing but in-ring mediocrity and disappointment, because that's all that your future entails for you. How's Two Dandy Dicks going, by the way? To me, that team
Your time as AW World Champion is over, has been over for some time, and it ain't comin' back any time soon. If I'm honest, you were never going to be a disappointingly pathetic champion above anything else. You spent so much of your reign antagonizing Ms. All In that you lost track of so much, you got so caught up in trying to unseat her by any devious means necessary that when yall finally got a proper match, she came out on top. You lost sight of the title, I didn't. That's why when I had her the next week I held the belt up high in the air.
Now look at us. Fighting for another shot of glory. I dunno about you Dandy, but this is a shot that I am MORE than ready for. Unlike you, I do not fear Odin Balfore. To me, he is a challenge that I am willing to take if it means I get that belt back around my waist. Need I remind you the reason Odin is even champion in the first place, how he was named #1 contender so easily in the first place. I don't think I need to remind you about Execution, yeah? That's the crown jewel of your reign, the night you defeated six other wrestlers in an elimination chamber, the odds stacked against you, your own rival Sam Kidsgrove even interfering and entering the match with no warning on your end. That's the night you defied the odds and retained your title, guaranteeing a long reign to come.
Except that's not what actually happened, was it?
No Dandy, the truth of the matter is is that Odin had you DEAD TO RIGHTS in that chamber. He was walloping you so hard that the idea that he would become champion HAD to have entered into your mind. Then you took the coward's way out, kicking Odin in the dick and retaining your title on the slimmest of margins. You did that because that was your only option. If you didn't cheat, we ALL know that Odin would have walked into the Turmoil tournament as champion. That "defense" of yours was an absolute disgrace to the title and the fact that you are no longer champion is good for the prestige of the belt.
How ironic, that one action of yours to make sure Odin didn't take that title from you, would lead to Odin being named #1 contender and eventually winning the world title anyways. And here you are, fighting for a shot at the gold once again. Let's just consider disaster strikes, and neither Addy A or I are able to beat you at Clash. Let's just hypothetically say that you're Odin's opponent for Revolution 3. Just how are you going to handle that match, Dandy? Are you going to go for another dick kick? This isn't an elimination chamber, disqualifications ARE in effect, you try to cheat and you're not only going to throw your shot at the title away but in the process waste everyone's time with your bullshit.
I'll tell you how that hypothetical match up is going to. You and Odin face off. The bell rings. You try to land some strikes on him He shrugs it off. You try and fail to hit the Carnage. You fail. Ragnarok. 1. 2. 3. Title retained. Time wasted. Reputation ruined.
That's the worst timeline, Dandy, and I'm going to make sure that that doesn't happen. I'm going to make sure of that by going to Clash, superkicking you to the point that you can't even defend yourself, pinning you and donating all the Headshot Initiative money to a foundation for head trauma and brain injuries, in honor of your old "fan" Americana. Just try to take me to Dick Kick City, I DARE you. It's really the only way you'e going to get the jump on me.
More than anything Dandy, I don't want a COWARD representing our federation. I don't want someone taking the easy way out to get to the top. I want this done THE RIGHT WAY. And this Monday, on Clash, I will do this...THE...RIGHT...WAY.
So in closing, in the words of Americana, "Fuck you Dandy."
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I tried to get some sleep right after recording that, nestled into my sheets as well as I could be. I was mentally prepared for my plane ride to Alabama, I was mentally prepared for my match on Clash, but what I was not prepared for was someone to knock at my door around midnight. I shot up awake, curious more than anything else, and walked over to the door in my sleep clothes. I looked through the peephole and, to my surprise, found Ramon on the other side. I opened the door and looked at him, still half-asleep and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
I tried to get some sleep right after recording that, nestled into my sheets as well as I could be. I was mentally prepared for my plane ride to Alabama, I was mentally prepared for my match on Clash, but what I was not prepared for was someone to knock at my door around midnight. I shot up awake, curious more than anything else, and walked over to the door in my sleep clothes. I looked through the peephole and, to my surprise, found Ramon on the other side. I opened the door and looked at him, still half-asleep and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
FPV: Ra-Ramon? Everything good?
Ramon: Um...I suppose?
FPV: What's wrong, you seem nervous.
Ramon: It's just...I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, and....
There was a long pause from both of us.
Ramon: Oh fuck it.
Ramon pulled me into the hallway by my face and gave me a shockingly passionate kiss. There was no way I could've been prepared for that. And yet, despite everything I had thought kissing another man would feel like, I...didn't hate it? In fact, perhaps the most shocking thing about it all...I actually sort of enjoyed it. He ended the kiss, and looked at me, he looked as though he had just made a decision that he couldn't take back in any way. I looked to him and tried to give him the most comforting smile I could.
FPV: Ramon, why don't we talk this out in here?
He nodded, and he seemed a bit more at ease, as I opened the door to let him inside for the night.