Post by jamesedwards on Feb 17, 2016 23:53:35 GMT -5
I’m pretty sure if one of the good, salt-of-the-Earth folks of the Wilkes-Barre area walked into the Denny’s where my ass is currently seated they’d think something fishy was up.
A nervous, awkward looking kid. A confident older woman who is well dressed and giving him a devilish smile. Yeah, the scene definitely looks fishy, maybe even sketchy to the folks eyeing us from the breakfast counter. I bet they are probably thinking we are student and a college professor having a clandestine meeting before we fuck in the back of her Lexus.
Fuck, those people and their discount bin romance novel sensibilities. This is a business meeting. One that I feel I am screwing up, badly.
“Why do I need to sign an exclusive deal with y’all again?” I ask with raised eyebrows.
Cadence Brown, the sharply dressed and sassy legal rep from the Universal Wrestling League shakes her head and sighs. I’m sure she wants to throw her suitcase sized purse at my head.
“Mr. Edwards---”
“Just call me James”, I say.
She scowls. Ah hell, what did I do now?
“Like I was saying James”, the extra emphasis on my name tells me that my intuition was right, she’s pissed. “Our company runs weekly events. We expect all our talent to appear on each and every show, extenuating circumstances withstanding.”
I cock another at her and then furrow my brows in confusion.
“Like a special case or something like that.”
Ms. Brown looks like she is close to losing her mind before she regains her composure. “Yes, that is correct.” Every syllable in her sentence is said with military precision. Fuck, she ain’t happy.
“Well ma’am, I believe I have those.”
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“Extenuating circumstances, better known as the modern day escape hatch. Yeah, that’s a pretty fuckin’ harsh prononcment, but I’m not the kinda’ guy who is gonna’ waste time waxing poetic. I’ve gone on the record as sayin’ that I hate the extracurricular fireworks that go on in this business. To me our job as fighters is simple: we show up, beat the hell of each other and get paid. It’d be great if that was what it was like, but nope there always has to be a catch with the modern day fighter. There are mouths that have to be run and egos whose dicks need to be stroked.
All that shit leads the majority of modern day fighters to do seedy shit that fuckin’ ain’t right. Slanderin’ and injurin’ other fighters without a care; without a thought of repercussion; always with an excuse, extenuating circumstances, to wriggle out of the potential punishment.
I see a lot of those types have crawled off of the shit house floor to enter into this little pre-show ruckus before Wicked.
Now, before I start off another tangent, I wanna’ say that not every fighter in this match seems like a bad seed. Mr. CJ O’Donnell, I’ll give ya’ credit, for a guy with an established reputation in this business you’re comin’ in with the right attitude. You don’t care about having’ to work before the show, you’re glad to have the chance to fight. I look forward to throwin’ down with ya’ brother; hope you live up to your reputation.
Aight’...now I have to be a hypocrite and sling some mud, but I feel like I need to get these things off of my chest if I’m gonna have an honest fight.
Lola, girl, I don’t know what you’re fuckin’ deal is. We all get that people hate your ass. Good for you, but what good is all that gonna’ do once you get in the ring. Do you think that somehow you’re gonna’ use all this supposed hate to come out swingin’ and take all of us down? Listen lady, I’ve fought with hate in my heart and the want to prove everybody wrong. It doesn’t work. You wear yourself down emotionally and in the moment of truth you ain’t got shit left in the tank. Come into this fight with a clear head or get that pretty little hit of yours knocked off.
Trixie, you remind me a lot of women I’ve fought in the past. Beautiful. Ferocious. The difference, though, is that they were strong women. Darlin’ you ain’t. I think back to high school...fuckin’ high school...and I remember girls that thought just because they had a nice pair they were gonna’ charm the world. In ninety-nine percent of professions that will take you a helluva’ long way Don’t insult the rest of us, especially the men in the match, with the idea that somehow your looks are gonna’ disarm us all. I have no issue with kickin’ that perfect body of yours until it breaks. This ain’t a pageant; this ain’t the prom; this is a motherfuckin fight. You’re gonna’ get hurt. What the fuck are you gonna’ do when that happens? Are you gonna’ cry to Munin that we were mean to the princess? For fuck’s don’t. Just fuckin’ fight and don’t try to rub your tits all over us all.
So that brings us me to you Calvin. I look at you and I see what I could be. For all your self professed respect for this business you come across as a spoiled motherfucker that thinks the world needs to be handed to him. You’re new to this company, Calvin, how the fuck can you complain about not gettin’ the main event or whatever? You gotta’ work up towards that, man. There ain’t no shame in gettin’ your hands dirty on the lowest rung of the ladder. If you really respected this business you would know that. Shit, just thinkin’ about this is pissin’ me off so I’m done; see ya in a few days Calvin.
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Ms. Brown’s looks have gotten worse and worse as our meeting has gone on. My mention of extenuating circumstances hasn’t helped my case of why UWL should offer me a job.
“What the hell do you mean by extenuating circumstances, James?”
I honestly have no idea what to tell her. I thought I had a good idea but now...shit, I’ve got nothing and I can feel my chances of being back in the big time slipping away as the seconds tick by.
Read more: officialpurepro.boards.net/thread/277/open-invitational-dark-match?page=1#ixzz40UZkNH4A
A nervous, awkward looking kid. A confident older woman who is well dressed and giving him a devilish smile. Yeah, the scene definitely looks fishy, maybe even sketchy to the folks eyeing us from the breakfast counter. I bet they are probably thinking we are student and a college professor having a clandestine meeting before we fuck in the back of her Lexus.
Fuck, those people and their discount bin romance novel sensibilities. This is a business meeting. One that I feel I am screwing up, badly.
“Why do I need to sign an exclusive deal with y’all again?” I ask with raised eyebrows.
Cadence Brown, the sharply dressed and sassy legal rep from the Universal Wrestling League shakes her head and sighs. I’m sure she wants to throw her suitcase sized purse at my head.
“Mr. Edwards---”
“Just call me James”, I say.
She scowls. Ah hell, what did I do now?
“Like I was saying James”, the extra emphasis on my name tells me that my intuition was right, she’s pissed. “Our company runs weekly events. We expect all our talent to appear on each and every show, extenuating circumstances withstanding.”
I cock another at her and then furrow my brows in confusion.
“Like a special case or something like that.”
Ms. Brown looks like she is close to losing her mind before she regains her composure. “Yes, that is correct.” Every syllable in her sentence is said with military precision. Fuck, she ain’t happy.
“Well ma’am, I believe I have those.”
____________________________________________________________________________
“Extenuating circumstances, better known as the modern day escape hatch. Yeah, that’s a pretty fuckin’ harsh prononcment, but I’m not the kinda’ guy who is gonna’ waste time waxing poetic. I’ve gone on the record as sayin’ that I hate the extracurricular fireworks that go on in this business. To me our job as fighters is simple: we show up, beat the hell of each other and get paid. It’d be great if that was what it was like, but nope there always has to be a catch with the modern day fighter. There are mouths that have to be run and egos whose dicks need to be stroked.
All that shit leads the majority of modern day fighters to do seedy shit that fuckin’ ain’t right. Slanderin’ and injurin’ other fighters without a care; without a thought of repercussion; always with an excuse, extenuating circumstances, to wriggle out of the potential punishment.
I see a lot of those types have crawled off of the shit house floor to enter into this little pre-show ruckus before Wicked.
Now, before I start off another tangent, I wanna’ say that not every fighter in this match seems like a bad seed. Mr. CJ O’Donnell, I’ll give ya’ credit, for a guy with an established reputation in this business you’re comin’ in with the right attitude. You don’t care about having’ to work before the show, you’re glad to have the chance to fight. I look forward to throwin’ down with ya’ brother; hope you live up to your reputation.
Aight’...now I have to be a hypocrite and sling some mud, but I feel like I need to get these things off of my chest if I’m gonna have an honest fight.
Lola, girl, I don’t know what you’re fuckin’ deal is. We all get that people hate your ass. Good for you, but what good is all that gonna’ do once you get in the ring. Do you think that somehow you’re gonna’ use all this supposed hate to come out swingin’ and take all of us down? Listen lady, I’ve fought with hate in my heart and the want to prove everybody wrong. It doesn’t work. You wear yourself down emotionally and in the moment of truth you ain’t got shit left in the tank. Come into this fight with a clear head or get that pretty little hit of yours knocked off.
Trixie, you remind me a lot of women I’ve fought in the past. Beautiful. Ferocious. The difference, though, is that they were strong women. Darlin’ you ain’t. I think back to high school...fuckin’ high school...and I remember girls that thought just because they had a nice pair they were gonna’ charm the world. In ninety-nine percent of professions that will take you a helluva’ long way Don’t insult the rest of us, especially the men in the match, with the idea that somehow your looks are gonna’ disarm us all. I have no issue with kickin’ that perfect body of yours until it breaks. This ain’t a pageant; this ain’t the prom; this is a motherfuckin fight. You’re gonna’ get hurt. What the fuck are you gonna’ do when that happens? Are you gonna’ cry to Munin that we were mean to the princess? For fuck’s don’t. Just fuckin’ fight and don’t try to rub your tits all over us all.
So that brings us me to you Calvin. I look at you and I see what I could be. For all your self professed respect for this business you come across as a spoiled motherfucker that thinks the world needs to be handed to him. You’re new to this company, Calvin, how the fuck can you complain about not gettin’ the main event or whatever? You gotta’ work up towards that, man. There ain’t no shame in gettin’ your hands dirty on the lowest rung of the ladder. If you really respected this business you would know that. Shit, just thinkin’ about this is pissin’ me off so I’m done; see ya in a few days Calvin.
____________________________________________________________
Ms. Brown’s looks have gotten worse and worse as our meeting has gone on. My mention of extenuating circumstances hasn’t helped my case of why UWL should offer me a job.
“What the hell do you mean by extenuating circumstances, James?”
I honestly have no idea what to tell her. I thought I had a good idea but now...shit, I’ve got nothing and I can feel my chances of being back in the big time slipping away as the seconds tick by.
Read more: officialpurepro.boards.net/thread/277/open-invitational-dark-match?page=1#ixzz40UZkNH4A