Post by G-Dawg on Feb 22, 2007 16:43:55 GMT -5
The scene opens up outside of an old motel in Houston, Texas. There are a few cars in the parking lot, probably six or seven at the most and half of it is taped off due to construction. A black Hummer pulls up and parks in the last available spot, close behind it is a beat-down Ford Escort. The escort stops, and then turns off. The car door opens and out comes Jason Golden, better known as G-Dawg. He lets out a “fuckin’ hell” under his breath before he heads to the trunk and pulls out a few bags. He’s coming back from the arena where Valentines Day Massacre was held. He is still a bit tired from the short bit he did on the show; it will take a while for him to get back to the shape he was in before he hung up the boots. As he is walking in his pocket begins to vibrate and he once more utters a few curses under his breath before dropping his bags and pulling out his cell phone to see that it was simply a text from Makaveli. “Good job, Dawg. You’ll be having your match with Ironman on Sunday. Let’s see if you’ve still got it in you”. Another sigh comes from Jason before he picks up his bags once more and heads inside the motel. He goes up the front desk and tells them his name. “No, sir it doesn’t look like we have a Jason Golden”. The day seems to keep getting worse for Jason, so he simply lets out another sigh and turns back around. He throws his bags in the front seat and he pulls the car off into an abandoned parking lot. He lies in the back seat and the second that his head hits he falls asleep.
Jason awakes the next morning with pain in his neck and a ringing in his ears. His cell phone was going off and he was fumbling around the car to attempt to find it. He didn’t reach it in time so he sighs once more. He sees that it was his girl friend calling once more, seeing how he was doing. He gets a slight smile on his face before he hops back into the driver’s seat and heads to the airport to hopefully catch his flight in time. He makes it to the airport in time, thankfully, and takes his flight to L.A. While on the plane a man keeps glancing at him, but Jason doesn’t notice until he gets up and sits next to him. The man introduces himself as Ryan Young, a former student in Raleigh. Apparently he wrestled with Jason back when he was training to be a wrestler. He didn’t recall the man until he reminded him of the old team they used to be in. The two just get to chatting on the plane and begin to reminisce like old friends.
--Jason--
Yeah, man. I’m actually in a new company called XVI; just made my debut there last night in Houston. A nice little surprise for the fans, this place has a lot of my history there. That place WCXF, the first real company I joined, the place where I hold a spot in the Hall of Fame, well it’s the same owner from that place.
--Ryan--
No, shit? I remember watching you on TV when you wrestled for that place. I was shocked that you’d gotten a job so soon. Well, damn it seems like you’re doing pretty good for yourself.
--Jason--
Heh, don’t speak too soon. I’m so close to debt it’s unreal. I’m surprised that I’ve been living off of the leftovers from my contracts that I used to have. XVI was like an answered prayer, I can finally rest easy knowing that I’m bringing in money again. But god, I have to start that training again, and that is going to be hell.
Before they can get deep into a conversation again, the plane lands and the two go their separate ways. Jason heads to the baggage claim and gets his stuff before he grabs a taxi and heads back to his two room apartment. He drops his stuff on the couch and relaxes for a brief moment before he heads off to Gold’s Gym to start back on his training and the scene fades out once more.
When we come back, Jason is leaving the gym and sweat is pouring down his face. His tank top is drenched and he’s walking slowly out, already feeling the aching and soreness in his arms and legs. He basically falls into his car and drives off to an area we haven’t seen since the pay per view, the old house. Jason looks at it and almost straight from a poor horror film, the shutters slam up against the walls of the home. He walks in and opens up the door. There are cobwebs in the corners and bugs and rodents crawling on the ground. Jason heads up the stairs and takes a left into that room that we saw earlier, the same one with that one single light. He sits down in a metal folding chair and pulls it into the corner and stares into the camera.
--G-Dawg--
Two and a half years. It has been two and a half years since I stepped foot in the wrestling ring and had a match. It took me years to get the fame that I had, and in a few seconds it’s all coming back to me. A few punches laid onto Ironman and the crowd begins to love you once more. Honestly, I don’t tend to say this about many people, but the man is useless. He comes out here every night and throws his beers around, gulps a few down, and puts on a poor showing for the fans and in general is a disgrace to this company and business. He is the cliché wrestler that people expect to see when you come to a show. You expect the high flying dare devils, you expect the mat masters, the hardcore brawlers, and then your generic wrestler with no real talents aside from running his mouth more than he can back up. That’s you Ironman, that’s all you are. But that’s not the sole reason for me coming back, so don’t begin to flatter yourself with that. I came back to this business for one reason, and one reason only, I want to win a World Title. There isn’t a second that goes by in every day that I’m not thinking about it. I want to be able to say that I’ve held the World Title in a company before I hang up these boots of mine for good. So you’re a mere stepping stone in my quest towards taking down Johnny Mental and obtaining my first taste of the big one, my first World Title. Will I get it here, who knows? But I know one thing for certain, and that is that I will not give up until I’ve gotten that. So when I walk through those curtains on Sunday to take you down once more, and when I walk back through them and all you see is my back, all you hear are the chants of MY NAME, all you feel is that mind numbing pain running up and down your spine from the F-Bomb I just dropped you with, I want you to remember that you were nothing. You were just the beginning of my journey here in XVI.
I remember coming into the WCXF, I remember debuting at that battle royal and getting the shit kicked out of me. I was the 2nd man to get eliminated in a 10 man battle royal. That’s flat out embarrassing, I remember the feeling of wanting to quit after I lost that thing. I remember coming out that next week and feeling like I couldn’t go anymore, but when I finally laid that first person on their back and picked up the 1-2-3, that feeling was gone. It was replaced with the feeling like I’m changing peoples lives here, people will one day be looking up to me like they did back in the day with Hogan, Backlund, Snuka, Andre, and all of the other classics. That is what drives me in this business, the chance to one day have my name engraved into peoples minds as one of the greatest to ever step into the ring. I’ve made my mark on the WCXF and their fans by being inducted into the first class of Hall of Fame. However, that title of Former World Champion has still somehow eluded me. I’m still chasing down the dream of being the top dog in a company. And I’ll be damned if you’re the one who stops me from reaching that dream and finally getting that gold around my waist. So this dream of mine, this quest, so to speak is going to be what drives me through this stay here in XVI and for the rest of my career. And if you don’t think that you can run with the Dawg, then go ahead and get out of my way, son. See, I know what you’re going to do next. You’re going to head into the ring, drink a few beers, talk some trash about how me attacking you was a low move and that I’m a nobody in your eyes, then you’ll drink some more and you’ll leave. That’s all you do Ironman, and that is why you’ll never be the top dog in this business, you’ll never be the one that people look up to because when they see you all they see is a man who is wallowing in his own self pity and drinks his life away in the ring while tearing himself into pieces and trying like hell to put on a decent match but he can’t for the life of him. Hell, that’s what I see. I remember my first match with you, I figured this was a stage, that it would all blow over soon and we’d actually see some promos, some decent matches, hell I thought you might actually grow up sometime soon, but to no avail. Here I sit, having this same discussion that I had last time I faced you. I’m out of your league now Ironman, this rivalry is done and it has been since I pinned your ass the first time we fought. But it’s too late for you to back down, because you’ve gone and walked yourself right into the Dawghouse son. Now you’re going to get dropped like a bag of bricks, and there are two things that you can do about that; nothing, and like it.
With that, G-Dawg spins the chair around and heads back out the door and turns the light out, leaving the room the same way he did last time and hopefully ending this useless chapter of his career, the one where he and Ironman have their “last battle”. He walks out of the house, into his car, and drives off to his apartment as the scene fades out for one…last…time.
Jason awakes the next morning with pain in his neck and a ringing in his ears. His cell phone was going off and he was fumbling around the car to attempt to find it. He didn’t reach it in time so he sighs once more. He sees that it was his girl friend calling once more, seeing how he was doing. He gets a slight smile on his face before he hops back into the driver’s seat and heads to the airport to hopefully catch his flight in time. He makes it to the airport in time, thankfully, and takes his flight to L.A. While on the plane a man keeps glancing at him, but Jason doesn’t notice until he gets up and sits next to him. The man introduces himself as Ryan Young, a former student in Raleigh. Apparently he wrestled with Jason back when he was training to be a wrestler. He didn’t recall the man until he reminded him of the old team they used to be in. The two just get to chatting on the plane and begin to reminisce like old friends.
--Jason--
Yeah, man. I’m actually in a new company called XVI; just made my debut there last night in Houston. A nice little surprise for the fans, this place has a lot of my history there. That place WCXF, the first real company I joined, the place where I hold a spot in the Hall of Fame, well it’s the same owner from that place.
--Ryan--
No, shit? I remember watching you on TV when you wrestled for that place. I was shocked that you’d gotten a job so soon. Well, damn it seems like you’re doing pretty good for yourself.
--Jason--
Heh, don’t speak too soon. I’m so close to debt it’s unreal. I’m surprised that I’ve been living off of the leftovers from my contracts that I used to have. XVI was like an answered prayer, I can finally rest easy knowing that I’m bringing in money again. But god, I have to start that training again, and that is going to be hell.
Before they can get deep into a conversation again, the plane lands and the two go their separate ways. Jason heads to the baggage claim and gets his stuff before he grabs a taxi and heads back to his two room apartment. He drops his stuff on the couch and relaxes for a brief moment before he heads off to Gold’s Gym to start back on his training and the scene fades out once more.
When we come back, Jason is leaving the gym and sweat is pouring down his face. His tank top is drenched and he’s walking slowly out, already feeling the aching and soreness in his arms and legs. He basically falls into his car and drives off to an area we haven’t seen since the pay per view, the old house. Jason looks at it and almost straight from a poor horror film, the shutters slam up against the walls of the home. He walks in and opens up the door. There are cobwebs in the corners and bugs and rodents crawling on the ground. Jason heads up the stairs and takes a left into that room that we saw earlier, the same one with that one single light. He sits down in a metal folding chair and pulls it into the corner and stares into the camera.
--G-Dawg--
Two and a half years. It has been two and a half years since I stepped foot in the wrestling ring and had a match. It took me years to get the fame that I had, and in a few seconds it’s all coming back to me. A few punches laid onto Ironman and the crowd begins to love you once more. Honestly, I don’t tend to say this about many people, but the man is useless. He comes out here every night and throws his beers around, gulps a few down, and puts on a poor showing for the fans and in general is a disgrace to this company and business. He is the cliché wrestler that people expect to see when you come to a show. You expect the high flying dare devils, you expect the mat masters, the hardcore brawlers, and then your generic wrestler with no real talents aside from running his mouth more than he can back up. That’s you Ironman, that’s all you are. But that’s not the sole reason for me coming back, so don’t begin to flatter yourself with that. I came back to this business for one reason, and one reason only, I want to win a World Title. There isn’t a second that goes by in every day that I’m not thinking about it. I want to be able to say that I’ve held the World Title in a company before I hang up these boots of mine for good. So you’re a mere stepping stone in my quest towards taking down Johnny Mental and obtaining my first taste of the big one, my first World Title. Will I get it here, who knows? But I know one thing for certain, and that is that I will not give up until I’ve gotten that. So when I walk through those curtains on Sunday to take you down once more, and when I walk back through them and all you see is my back, all you hear are the chants of MY NAME, all you feel is that mind numbing pain running up and down your spine from the F-Bomb I just dropped you with, I want you to remember that you were nothing. You were just the beginning of my journey here in XVI.
I remember coming into the WCXF, I remember debuting at that battle royal and getting the shit kicked out of me. I was the 2nd man to get eliminated in a 10 man battle royal. That’s flat out embarrassing, I remember the feeling of wanting to quit after I lost that thing. I remember coming out that next week and feeling like I couldn’t go anymore, but when I finally laid that first person on their back and picked up the 1-2-3, that feeling was gone. It was replaced with the feeling like I’m changing peoples lives here, people will one day be looking up to me like they did back in the day with Hogan, Backlund, Snuka, Andre, and all of the other classics. That is what drives me in this business, the chance to one day have my name engraved into peoples minds as one of the greatest to ever step into the ring. I’ve made my mark on the WCXF and their fans by being inducted into the first class of Hall of Fame. However, that title of Former World Champion has still somehow eluded me. I’m still chasing down the dream of being the top dog in a company. And I’ll be damned if you’re the one who stops me from reaching that dream and finally getting that gold around my waist. So this dream of mine, this quest, so to speak is going to be what drives me through this stay here in XVI and for the rest of my career. And if you don’t think that you can run with the Dawg, then go ahead and get out of my way, son. See, I know what you’re going to do next. You’re going to head into the ring, drink a few beers, talk some trash about how me attacking you was a low move and that I’m a nobody in your eyes, then you’ll drink some more and you’ll leave. That’s all you do Ironman, and that is why you’ll never be the top dog in this business, you’ll never be the one that people look up to because when they see you all they see is a man who is wallowing in his own self pity and drinks his life away in the ring while tearing himself into pieces and trying like hell to put on a decent match but he can’t for the life of him. Hell, that’s what I see. I remember my first match with you, I figured this was a stage, that it would all blow over soon and we’d actually see some promos, some decent matches, hell I thought you might actually grow up sometime soon, but to no avail. Here I sit, having this same discussion that I had last time I faced you. I’m out of your league now Ironman, this rivalry is done and it has been since I pinned your ass the first time we fought. But it’s too late for you to back down, because you’ve gone and walked yourself right into the Dawghouse son. Now you’re going to get dropped like a bag of bricks, and there are two things that you can do about that; nothing, and like it.
With that, G-Dawg spins the chair around and heads back out the door and turns the light out, leaving the room the same way he did last time and hopefully ending this useless chapter of his career, the one where he and Ironman have their “last battle”. He walks out of the house, into his car, and drives off to his apartment as the scene fades out for one…last…time.
Yeah, I didn't really like this one but its the best I've got right now. And when you haven't rp'd in 2 and a half years its a bit tough to crank one out from nowhere. Feedback is appreciated
