Post by John Black on Mar 12, 2021 22:01:11 GMT -5
[The scene opens up to a minor recap of his faithful match against T.I., which he was on the losing end of, then another clip shows of him and his steamy encounter with Amanda and the point of being cut off from one another. Then we see JB in his rustic mask, in his jacket and sweats sitting in a couch, where he is across a woman in her mid 40s, holding her notepad and pen with glasses on her face, jotting his words and looking at him across the room on her office chair, then it comes to realization that he’s talking to his therapist on a warm afternoon in this scenario.]
Gionna: John Black, right?
JB: Yes, that’s my name. Been my in ring name since I started in 2004.
Gionna: With a name like that, it seems to be threat to the name of wrestling. To be honest with you, John, I wasn’t much a wrestling fan until I saw you beat down that officer in the ring, and had him thrown in jail.
JB: Oh yeah that match… to be honest, he had it coming but… that’s the thing, I feel like I am out of love within this wrestling thing.
Gionna: What make’s you believe that?
JB: It’s like that getting job you want, you strive and strive, you even kill for a shot to be on top of it. But once you get there, it’s like a pointless endeavor… maybe, I’m starting to give up this whole thing of being on the road.
[Gionna writes that down on her notepad, as JB looks into the window. Then he looks back at her.]
Gionna: Well, what makes you feel so bad about that? Aren’t you making the big money, getting the fan support, and the general scope of being a superstar?
JB: I mean to be honest, it’s like I sensed that I have no purpose in it. It’s like I could turn back the clock, and keep my job as a part time professor… but even then, it’s still hard to find happiness in this shit. I mean, I lost my wife and son, my auntie… shit I even lost a fucking contedership last Monday…
Gionna: Well John, you need to look into the mirror, and understand that when life gives you lemons, you make the lemonade. I mean, let me be honest with you… I know that deep down inside, you can find that happiness within. What makes you happy John?
[JB then looks out the window, as he scratches his chin, then his eyes wonder around the room to conjure a answer to give to her. She then writes some more in her notepad, and tips her glasses to the brim on her nose.]
JB: I like to make others happy, I like to write and shoot random sketches, I like to being alive as a Black man in this world. I guess my overall happiness is wanting to make other smile, I mean I had girl who I almost wanted to marry years ago… but, that didn’t go anywhere.
Gionna: Who was the girl?
JB: I don’t remember her name, but she was in my college when I was junior and she was a sophomore. We had the same computer class, and I always remember playing with her hair, passin notes… usual juvenile shit. But after I left, and she was in her senior year… we planned to have a life together, but lost contact by the time I started wrestling.
Gionna: Oh I see John, maybe you should try to find her one day, and try to find other things to make you feel happy.
[Gionna looks at the clock on the wall and it read “4:00PM” and she ended up wrapping up the session with JB. He then takes the note, and he leaves the room after he set up another appointment in the future. The scene simply fades into the Action Wrestling logo.]
====It Hit Different=====
“I like talking my feelings to the therapist, she cheap like 20 bucks a pop. So if anyone needs a hook up, call me and I got you. But overall, I’m honestly not as happy as I should be back in Action Wrestling. From the time I came back to now, it hit different for Mista Underground himself; it’s like no matter what show I do.. I can’t bare to care, and just want to collect a paycheck and forget that I am in Action Wrestling. But you know what keeps me going?...
The fact that I want to make it hit differently as much as I can.
It’s lonely on the bottom of the totem pole, and I guess I am lonely to certain acceptation. Hell, maybe I am destined to be alone in my own pain and misery…but that isn’t the case this coming Monday in Clash, oh no. I’m facing another new face of Action Wrestling, and he’s a tall man and he goes by Harvey Marx, with name like that it hit different to people that don’t what he’s capable of.
But that doesn’t faze me, since I want to hit different with the high notes with the new comer this Clash, and I am not afraid to break him into this company, and maybe have smile while I do him in. He might be my own salvation of happiness’ since I can let out my fist to a stranger, then a therapist. Yes, I have short comings… but what about him too? He anit better then I am.
So Marx, welcome to Action Wrestling and enjoy your ride with tha underground ride of death, I’ll make sure you be the first one in the line into my ride. It hit different, and I shall make sure it hits hard….”