Post by Andrew Stone on Jan 13, 2021 20:09:26 GMT -5
If life had a theme song, mine would be “We are the Champions”. Why? Well isn't it simple? I'm the fucking champ. Oh sure you can be a proper douche and point out the fact that I don't yet have a belt. Does it matter? Fuck no. I'm one Danny Fall beating from having it.
I was bouncing on my heels, ready to fucking pounce in that basement. I was the hottest thing going.
I was early, probably a side effect of the eightball I'd done that morning. I'd waited thirty minutes before John stumbled his old ass down the stairs.
He wore his old, torn and grey sweat pants. I wondered if it was the only thing he had to wear.
I'd already got a good sweat going. It was crucial to get a good sweat. It was how you knew your muscles are ready.
I noticed that John didn't have his usual pads. Was he expecting me to take it easy? Did he forget that I have thunder in my right hand and lightening in my left?
“Sit down.”
Sit down? The fuck? Did he not see me ready to go?
“ We aren't training like that tonight.”, John said.
If we weren't training to fight..what the fuck kinda training were we gonna do?
John must have noticed. His hard eyes softened but the stench of years of homelessness stayed.
“Your opponent, Downfall, is very experienced. He's been in the business for a very long time. He's going to be one step ahead of you at all times “, John started.
“Im pretty sure his name is Debbie Fallwell Besides. He's old. I don't give one single fuck about how long he's been in the business. That dude is one fall out of the shower from being sent to a nursing home.”, I said with a smile.
John never found me funny.
“You overlook his abilities, Andrew. Sure you have youth on your side. But he has years of experience. He has the know how to get around that. Tonight, we train your mind.”, John stated.
I wasn't overlooking a single thing. Debra Fall was a bitch
“So we’re gonna sit here and sing kumbaya? What the actual fuck, John? I don't need to sing camp songs to get ready to put him in his place. Fuck no. I just need to show up.”, I said as I stood up and started to stretch.
John shook his head.
“Not tonight. You've done much better than you should have.”, John said again.
I couldn't believe this guy. For fucks sake, John. You could atleast get his name right!
“Experience my nutsack. This dude is so old, he can barely get out of bed on his own in the morning..much less put on his own shoes or even feed himself. It doesn't matter how much experience he has, John.”, I said.
He didn't stop
“Your ego is going to get you into trouble. He's dangerous. Sit.”, He said.
It was forceful and angry. it made me laugh. I couldn't take that white morgan Freeman looking bastard seriously. But I did sit.
“Good. Now close your eyes. Clear your mind. Deep breath...slowly out.”.
I tried. I honestly did, but I couldn't get the vag out of my face. Cherrie’s to be exact. Or maybe Candy’s.
“ Try to think about your weaknesses. Think about how Downfall would attack them.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. My mind went from vag to a double blowjob from Cherrie and Candy.
“You're thinking too much.”
Nah.
“This ain't my thing, John.”.
I wanted action. Any type of action would do. I had my favorite substance running through my veins and sitting there wasn't helping me at all. I needed to move.
“How exactly will this help me?”, I asked.
John grumbled to himself.
“A clear mind will help you be ready for anything that could happen. As I said, you have the physical advantage over him. But he holds the mental. They are two sides of the same coin. He is ready mentally, to overcome your physical attributes. You have to be ready for that.”, John explained
Maybe it was the drugs, but John was making my head hurt. It was killing my buzz. And if there was one thing I absolutely hated in this world, it was having my buzz killed.
“No. Really. This isn't for me, John. I'm not a guy who sits around thinking about ways my opponent can beat me. They can't. Facts.”, I said.
“How do you plan on beating him then?”, John asked.
“Easy, John. I'm gonna knee his fucking skull in.”.
It was getting late. I had my other duties to attend to…..
“It's been a good one, grey beard, but I gotta get to the club.”, I said as I grabbed my bag.
“Think about what I said.”, I heard John yell.
“Maybe.”
As I walked from John's house to Blossom, I thought about what John had said. And I completely disregarded it. Danny Fall might be a champion now, but he's still a mentally weak bitch. It took me all of five seconds to own his head. Seriously. I still have space in his head that I'm willing to rent out. I've literally never seen someone get so offended by being called the wrong name. Fuck. Dude already looks like a droopy penis. I'm sure that's depressing enough. Then to have his better not knowing his name? Fuck man. This dude's about to kill himself. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually did it after I beat him till he loves me.
I can see the headline already. "Here lies Delores Fall. Poor bitch never had a chance. Offed himself with a broom handle."
Here's the thing. I couldn't give a fuck about a tv title. I just care about caving your skull in. Which I'm gonna do. Whether you like it or not. P.S. You won't.
I was bouncing on my heels, ready to fucking pounce in that basement. I was the hottest thing going.
I was early, probably a side effect of the eightball I'd done that morning. I'd waited thirty minutes before John stumbled his old ass down the stairs.
He wore his old, torn and grey sweat pants. I wondered if it was the only thing he had to wear.
I'd already got a good sweat going. It was crucial to get a good sweat. It was how you knew your muscles are ready.
I noticed that John didn't have his usual pads. Was he expecting me to take it easy? Did he forget that I have thunder in my right hand and lightening in my left?
“Sit down.”
Sit down? The fuck? Did he not see me ready to go?
“ We aren't training like that tonight.”, John said.
If we weren't training to fight..what the fuck kinda training were we gonna do?
John must have noticed. His hard eyes softened but the stench of years of homelessness stayed.
“Your opponent, Downfall, is very experienced. He's been in the business for a very long time. He's going to be one step ahead of you at all times “, John started.
“Im pretty sure his name is Debbie Fallwell Besides. He's old. I don't give one single fuck about how long he's been in the business. That dude is one fall out of the shower from being sent to a nursing home.”, I said with a smile.
John never found me funny.
“You overlook his abilities, Andrew. Sure you have youth on your side. But he has years of experience. He has the know how to get around that. Tonight, we train your mind.”, John stated.
I wasn't overlooking a single thing. Debra Fall was a bitch
“So we’re gonna sit here and sing kumbaya? What the actual fuck, John? I don't need to sing camp songs to get ready to put him in his place. Fuck no. I just need to show up.”, I said as I stood up and started to stretch.
John shook his head.
“Not tonight. You've done much better than you should have.”, John said again.
I couldn't believe this guy. For fucks sake, John. You could atleast get his name right!
“Experience my nutsack. This dude is so old, he can barely get out of bed on his own in the morning..much less put on his own shoes or even feed himself. It doesn't matter how much experience he has, John.”, I said.
He didn't stop
“Your ego is going to get you into trouble. He's dangerous. Sit.”, He said.
It was forceful and angry. it made me laugh. I couldn't take that white morgan Freeman looking bastard seriously. But I did sit.
“Good. Now close your eyes. Clear your mind. Deep breath...slowly out.”.
I tried. I honestly did, but I couldn't get the vag out of my face. Cherrie’s to be exact. Or maybe Candy’s.
“ Try to think about your weaknesses. Think about how Downfall would attack them.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. My mind went from vag to a double blowjob from Cherrie and Candy.
“You're thinking too much.”
Nah.
“This ain't my thing, John.”.
I wanted action. Any type of action would do. I had my favorite substance running through my veins and sitting there wasn't helping me at all. I needed to move.
“How exactly will this help me?”, I asked.
John grumbled to himself.
“A clear mind will help you be ready for anything that could happen. As I said, you have the physical advantage over him. But he holds the mental. They are two sides of the same coin. He is ready mentally, to overcome your physical attributes. You have to be ready for that.”, John explained
Maybe it was the drugs, but John was making my head hurt. It was killing my buzz. And if there was one thing I absolutely hated in this world, it was having my buzz killed.
“No. Really. This isn't for me, John. I'm not a guy who sits around thinking about ways my opponent can beat me. They can't. Facts.”, I said.
“How do you plan on beating him then?”, John asked.
“Easy, John. I'm gonna knee his fucking skull in.”.
It was getting late. I had my other duties to attend to…..
“It's been a good one, grey beard, but I gotta get to the club.”, I said as I grabbed my bag.
“Think about what I said.”, I heard John yell.
“Maybe.”
As I walked from John's house to Blossom, I thought about what John had said. And I completely disregarded it. Danny Fall might be a champion now, but he's still a mentally weak bitch. It took me all of five seconds to own his head. Seriously. I still have space in his head that I'm willing to rent out. I've literally never seen someone get so offended by being called the wrong name. Fuck. Dude already looks like a droopy penis. I'm sure that's depressing enough. Then to have his better not knowing his name? Fuck man. This dude's about to kill himself. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually did it after I beat him till he loves me.
I can see the headline already. "Here lies Delores Fall. Poor bitch never had a chance. Offed himself with a broom handle."
Here's the thing. I couldn't give a fuck about a tv title. I just care about caving your skull in. Which I'm gonna do. Whether you like it or not. P.S. You won't.