Post by stevengold78 on Nov 2, 2012 15:26:53 GMT -5
It’s a cool, quiet evening, and outside the RV home of “Stunning” Steven Gold, a fire crackles to keep the new Inter-Global Heavyweight Champion warm. That, of course, and a bottle of Jack Daniels, opened, half-gone.
At a picnic table near the fire sits the new Gold standard of professional wrestling, his glass near his right hand, an empty Chinese food carton lying on the table. In front of the IG champ is his laptop, and on YouTube he is watching last week’s WBSW show…his interest in in the match between the WBSW champion, Gunner Hughes, and the round mound of distain, John Tucker….Gold thinks to himself what he sees on the screen as he scouts Hughes, his opponent in their non-title match next week.
The bell is rung, and Gunner wastes no time taking Tucker down with an Arm Drag. He holds the arm and locks in an Armbar, that if it weren't for their closeness to the ropes, the chubby competitor would have had no choice but to tap. The hold is broken though, and Gunner gets back to his feet, running right through Tucker, plowing him to the mat with a vicious shoulder block. Gunner goes to cover right away, only getting away with a two count, and barely two, I might add.
Wow, arm rag to bring down that much blubber…the last time I saw a whale brought down that big, 10 Makah Indians in Puget Sound needed harpoons and a shotgun to get it done. And a shoulder block tackle…I’ll hand it to Hughes, he’s strong…he’d have to be to use a shoulder block to bring down that kind of tonnage.[/i]
Tucker rockets to the ring and meets Gunner in the middle, going off on some sort of ridiculous John Cena-style attack, punching Gunner repeatedly, then a throw to the ropes. He once again does a huge Belly Flop attack, and goes to cover the downed Gunner, but Gunner gets a shoulder up after a two-count!
Okay, there’s something I can use. I think Gunner lacks a little bit of the ring awareness that I have…where he ended up letting Tucker send him over the ring ropes a couple of seconds ago, had he been more awareness of Tucker’s ineptness, he’d have stayed on the fight the entire time.
Gunner’s got some great speed, but that can be used against him…he gets moving too fast and can make mistakes.
I’ll give him this much…for all those blubber blast punches Tucker was throwing, Hughes took the shots pretty well. Still, he let a second-rate hack like Tucker get him on the mat for a count, and I’m far and above what Blubber-butt is capable of.[/i]
Gunner is furious now as he attacks Tucker violently, ending the offense with a Clothesline, a Suplex, then throws Tucker to the turnbuckle, hits a huge Corner Splash, then throws Tucker to the ropes, and just like that we get Buckshot and a cover for the three!
Hmmm…nice mix of moves in the end to win that. Well, I’ve seen this one, I’ve seen the video where he wins the belt…[/i]
Gold’s thoughts are interrupted when a car pulls up on the edge of the camping lot and comes to a stop. From the vehicle steps a tall man, as tall as gold, wearing leather bomber jacket, stepping gently with a slight limp toward the IG champ in a walking boot...
Gold looks puzzled for a second, then a broad smile crosses his face. ”Damn man, I didn’t expect to see you back this way so soon.”
”I had to get over here brother…can’t let the man who got my title shot wander around like he owns the joint.”
Stepping into the glow of the fire light is “Ravishing” Ricky Moses, who well-educated fans of wrestling know all too well. Moses, from Portland, Oregon, and Gold, the native of Seattle, were signed by the Oceania Wrestling Alliance together. They headed to the OWA and took control – as “The Northwest Express” Gold and Moses won the OWA world tag team championships, holding it at point for 22 straight months, during a time when Gold won and lost the OWA world title twice. But Moses is now in a walking boot, healing from a hairline ankle fracture that will keep him sidelined for 6-8 weeks – it was Moses’ injury that allowed Gold to make the journey to Tokyo to win the Inter-Global title and bring it back to the WBSW. The two friends are now in lounge chairs, enjoying the fire and sharing a drink…
Moses: “So, you’ve been here two weeks, and you’re already in a match with the federation’s champion? Damn, I don’t know what it is about you Goldie, but you always rise to the top of every shit-pile we’ve ever been in.”
Gold” Clean living son, and God-given talent. That’s all it takes. But this is just a non-title dance for now. The plan is what it normally is, I take this guy down, I make the mark and the money, and I move into a position to become the next WBSW heavyweight champion. Between that and the IG belt, I’ll have gold belts from my scrotum to my hairline before I know it.”
Moses: “You mean the WBSW WORLD title, right? After all, I saw a clip from an interview by the Hughes guy. He’s going to take the belt to the world, be a true world champion.”
Gold, laughing: “Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. It’s gonna be a great title to have, but hey, it’s another regional company. We’ve been in enough of them together…Seattle, Memphis, Tallahassee, Phoenix. Every company has its champion, and it seems like we owned them all, doesn’t it.”
Moses: “Yeah, but seriously man…the kid looks pretty impressive. Can you beat him? I mean, for real, one to one, man to man. He’s the kind of guy we both know can be dangerous…new champion, lots of confidence, on a roll.”
Gold: “Yeah, he is, and he’s got some talent. I think the kid has a bright future beyond this regional outfit, but he’s got a big problem at the moment – me. It does Gunner Hughes no good to suddenly see a world champion-caliber wrestler come into this company at a time when his stock is supposed to be on the rise, because it will take very little for “Stunning” Steven Gold to move past him.
“Why do you think I’m in a match, even a non-title match, with this champion in just my second week in the company? It’s because Alex Morgan is not a stupid man. He knows what he has in me, the kind of talent in the ring, the persona I carry outside the ring, the fact that I am what a champion looks like. I will walk to that ring next week with the Inter-Global title belt around my waist, I will walk tall, I will look damn good, and I will beat Gunner Hughes because, yeah, the kid is good, but I am that much better.”
Moses: “Absolutely, but wait one second…what if Hughes gets creative and challenges you for the Inter-Global belt? I tell you right now, you lose that strap to some regional jobber and don’t get it back to the OWA brass in a few weeks, Fitzmorris is going to have an explosion that will be heard all the way from Sydney to Scranton, and you know it.”
Gold: “I know, but this weekend is still non-title…if Hughes’ belt isn’t up for grabs, than neither is mine. But hey, can you imagine the kind of draw that would be for these guys…WBSW Heavyweight Champion Gunner Hughes against OWA Inter-Global Heavyweight Champion “Stunning” Steven Gold, a champion-vs.-champion match…that, my friend, would be legendary.”
Moses: “Great, and all because I break my ankle..you lucky bastard.”
Gold, poking Moses in the chest with a finger: “Yeah, you get wounded, I get gold. Look, do me a favor…have a freakin’ heart attack, maybe they’ll throw me in against C.M. Punk next week.”
And the friends share a laugh as the fire crackles…
At a picnic table near the fire sits the new Gold standard of professional wrestling, his glass near his right hand, an empty Chinese food carton lying on the table. In front of the IG champ is his laptop, and on YouTube he is watching last week’s WBSW show…his interest in in the match between the WBSW champion, Gunner Hughes, and the round mound of distain, John Tucker….Gold thinks to himself what he sees on the screen as he scouts Hughes, his opponent in their non-title match next week.
The bell is rung, and Gunner wastes no time taking Tucker down with an Arm Drag. He holds the arm and locks in an Armbar, that if it weren't for their closeness to the ropes, the chubby competitor would have had no choice but to tap. The hold is broken though, and Gunner gets back to his feet, running right through Tucker, plowing him to the mat with a vicious shoulder block. Gunner goes to cover right away, only getting away with a two count, and barely two, I might add.
Wow, arm rag to bring down that much blubber…the last time I saw a whale brought down that big, 10 Makah Indians in Puget Sound needed harpoons and a shotgun to get it done. And a shoulder block tackle…I’ll hand it to Hughes, he’s strong…he’d have to be to use a shoulder block to bring down that kind of tonnage.[/i]
Tucker rockets to the ring and meets Gunner in the middle, going off on some sort of ridiculous John Cena-style attack, punching Gunner repeatedly, then a throw to the ropes. He once again does a huge Belly Flop attack, and goes to cover the downed Gunner, but Gunner gets a shoulder up after a two-count!
Okay, there’s something I can use. I think Gunner lacks a little bit of the ring awareness that I have…where he ended up letting Tucker send him over the ring ropes a couple of seconds ago, had he been more awareness of Tucker’s ineptness, he’d have stayed on the fight the entire time.
Gunner’s got some great speed, but that can be used against him…he gets moving too fast and can make mistakes.
I’ll give him this much…for all those blubber blast punches Tucker was throwing, Hughes took the shots pretty well. Still, he let a second-rate hack like Tucker get him on the mat for a count, and I’m far and above what Blubber-butt is capable of.[/i]
Gunner is furious now as he attacks Tucker violently, ending the offense with a Clothesline, a Suplex, then throws Tucker to the turnbuckle, hits a huge Corner Splash, then throws Tucker to the ropes, and just like that we get Buckshot and a cover for the three!
Hmmm…nice mix of moves in the end to win that. Well, I’ve seen this one, I’ve seen the video where he wins the belt…[/i]
Gold’s thoughts are interrupted when a car pulls up on the edge of the camping lot and comes to a stop. From the vehicle steps a tall man, as tall as gold, wearing leather bomber jacket, stepping gently with a slight limp toward the IG champ in a walking boot...
Gold looks puzzled for a second, then a broad smile crosses his face. ”Damn man, I didn’t expect to see you back this way so soon.”
”I had to get over here brother…can’t let the man who got my title shot wander around like he owns the joint.”
Stepping into the glow of the fire light is “Ravishing” Ricky Moses, who well-educated fans of wrestling know all too well. Moses, from Portland, Oregon, and Gold, the native of Seattle, were signed by the Oceania Wrestling Alliance together. They headed to the OWA and took control – as “The Northwest Express” Gold and Moses won the OWA world tag team championships, holding it at point for 22 straight months, during a time when Gold won and lost the OWA world title twice. But Moses is now in a walking boot, healing from a hairline ankle fracture that will keep him sidelined for 6-8 weeks – it was Moses’ injury that allowed Gold to make the journey to Tokyo to win the Inter-Global title and bring it back to the WBSW. The two friends are now in lounge chairs, enjoying the fire and sharing a drink…
Moses: “So, you’ve been here two weeks, and you’re already in a match with the federation’s champion? Damn, I don’t know what it is about you Goldie, but you always rise to the top of every shit-pile we’ve ever been in.”
Gold” Clean living son, and God-given talent. That’s all it takes. But this is just a non-title dance for now. The plan is what it normally is, I take this guy down, I make the mark and the money, and I move into a position to become the next WBSW heavyweight champion. Between that and the IG belt, I’ll have gold belts from my scrotum to my hairline before I know it.”
Moses: “You mean the WBSW WORLD title, right? After all, I saw a clip from an interview by the Hughes guy. He’s going to take the belt to the world, be a true world champion.”
Gold, laughing: “Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. It’s gonna be a great title to have, but hey, it’s another regional company. We’ve been in enough of them together…Seattle, Memphis, Tallahassee, Phoenix. Every company has its champion, and it seems like we owned them all, doesn’t it.”
Moses: “Yeah, but seriously man…the kid looks pretty impressive. Can you beat him? I mean, for real, one to one, man to man. He’s the kind of guy we both know can be dangerous…new champion, lots of confidence, on a roll.”
Gold: “Yeah, he is, and he’s got some talent. I think the kid has a bright future beyond this regional outfit, but he’s got a big problem at the moment – me. It does Gunner Hughes no good to suddenly see a world champion-caliber wrestler come into this company at a time when his stock is supposed to be on the rise, because it will take very little for “Stunning” Steven Gold to move past him.
“Why do you think I’m in a match, even a non-title match, with this champion in just my second week in the company? It’s because Alex Morgan is not a stupid man. He knows what he has in me, the kind of talent in the ring, the persona I carry outside the ring, the fact that I am what a champion looks like. I will walk to that ring next week with the Inter-Global title belt around my waist, I will walk tall, I will look damn good, and I will beat Gunner Hughes because, yeah, the kid is good, but I am that much better.”
Moses: “Absolutely, but wait one second…what if Hughes gets creative and challenges you for the Inter-Global belt? I tell you right now, you lose that strap to some regional jobber and don’t get it back to the OWA brass in a few weeks, Fitzmorris is going to have an explosion that will be heard all the way from Sydney to Scranton, and you know it.”
Gold: “I know, but this weekend is still non-title…if Hughes’ belt isn’t up for grabs, than neither is mine. But hey, can you imagine the kind of draw that would be for these guys…WBSW Heavyweight Champion Gunner Hughes against OWA Inter-Global Heavyweight Champion “Stunning” Steven Gold, a champion-vs.-champion match…that, my friend, would be legendary.”
Moses: “Great, and all because I break my ankle..you lucky bastard.”
Gold, poking Moses in the chest with a finger: “Yeah, you get wounded, I get gold. Look, do me a favor…have a freakin’ heart attack, maybe they’ll throw me in against C.M. Punk next week.”
And the friends share a laugh as the fire crackles…