Post by G-Dawg on Mar 7, 2007 7:20:46 GMT -5
The scene opens up immediately after Side Effect from 2 weeks ago. Jason is seen with sweat pouring down his face, fans screaming his name, and a smile on his face as he walks through the curtains and down the hall towards his dressing room. He gets a few pats on the back from some of the road agents and he nods at everyone else he passes. He hits his locker room and goes straight for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his face. After taking a breather he grabs a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the corner and takes a few gulps from it. He puts it back down and rests in the corner for a bit, running through his first match back in his head. It had been two and a half years since he wrestled last, and here was winning in his return match. Granted there was some ring rust, but he just took out two other men who were gunning for the same thing that he was, that win. He showed the world that the Dawg still had some bite left in him, and he proved that Ironman was nothing more than what he had already proclaimed him as, a washed up nobody. He slowly got back up and headed into the boss’s office, Makaveli. Mak stands up from his chair and shakes hands with Jason and points towards the seat in front of his desk. There is a TV in the corner of the office and the show is on, Jason takes a look back and sees Calaz and Convict going at it.
//Jason\\
Heh, these guys are pretty good aren’t they.
//Mak\\
Yeah, they’re not the best of the business, but the guys are damn good. It’s been a while since I had a chat with you. I remember you talking about possibly having to have a lightened schedule with your return being after so long of not being in the ring. So I’ve decided to give you this week off, on the other hand I’ve already got a nice match planned for next week which will need you to be on your best physical shape.
//Jason\\
Oh, don’t tell me.
//Mak\\
Yeah, another Hardcore match. Don’t worry about it though man, it’s a Non-Title with Prozac, so it shouldn’t be something that will be anything more than a one-off type thing. Plus you’ve always been a decent hardcore draw man; you held quite a few of your own hardcore titles. I remember the first taste of gold you had was the Toxic Title in WCXF. You’re hardcore to the roots and you can’t deny that, give these fans at least one more good one.
//Jason\\
Hell, why not. I swear you could get me to walk through fire, man. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if that doesn’t become G-Dawg’s feat.
Mak chuckles a bit and the two say their goodbyes until next week. Jason breathes out heavily as he shuts Mak’s door carefully and walks off to his locker room once more. Jason grabs a few of his bags from his lockers and heads out to the garage. He gets into a black Jeep Cherokee and throws the bags into the back seat. Jason drives off to his home and leaves the bags in his car. He heads right inside and looks for his tapes from last week and the week befores shows. He catches the little bit of what is left of Side Effect before studying Prozac’s matches. To him this guy is completely new, he hadn’t seen anything of him up until tonight. He catches the match where Prozac takes the gold from RKO and gets interested in it. He is seen shaking his head, almost in disgust as he watches Prozac get sent flying with the gold in his hands. He turns the tape off and sighs once more.
//G-Dawg\\
Look at that. We’ve got veterans in this place, people who used to be highly respectable, sitting here getting their asses handed to them by these newcomers. These people are coming from nowhere and taking out our big names. RKO is a man who used to hold my respect, but after a beating like that I honestly don’t think that he is worthy of anything here. Look at it, the man has fizzled out, he’s losing to a guy named for a fucking medicine. Prozac, what the hell. Now I’ve seen the guy, he’s decent. He seems to think that his shit doesn’t stink though, which is going to be his downfall. That downfall will be next week. This downfall is going to be at the hands of the one and only, G-Dawg. Now RKO, I’ll admit while he was a decent wrestler, he never held a candle to me. Now he got a win over me early in my career, but that’s the equivalent of Ironman getting a win in over me back then. The two are on in the same. They got a win over me before I became the wrestler that I am now, and while I was growing in talent and popularity, they stayed at the same level of mediocrity. Prozac, that is exactly where you are right now, a level of mediocrity.
Now I’ve faced some sick bastards in my career, I’ve had some of the most brutal matches in recent memory with the likes of Pohatu. I literally hated this mans guts, but damnit I respected him. We went out there and always put on a good match, and that’s all that matters. So at Side Effect, that’s what I’m aiming to do. I’ll go ahead and say it kid, if you beat me then you’ve gained my respect. Now granted most would say “The ring rust is the reason you won, I’m not back at my top form yet”, but that’s a load of bullshit and everybody knows it. If I could beat you at my top, I should be able to beat you after being out of the ring for a few years. Ring rust doesn’t take away from sheer skill, and that is something that you lack, my friend. I’ve seen your matches and you rely on hardcore wrestling to get the win, you rely on brute force, sheer power, to pick up the 1-2-3. That’s not how its won, that’s not how you make your way to the top. If I just tried to push my way through everybody without using the slightest bit of technical wrestling, without focusing on certain weaknesses in my opponents then I would be losing every match. Wrestling isn’t all about the body, its about the mind too, and the only way you can learn that is by being in the ring. There’s no way to teach somebody what to counter what move with, and how to avoid being put in a certain submission, its just instincts. You either have it or you don’t, and in all honesty kid, I don’t see it in you. You’re one of those guys who is out of his territory when he doesn’t have a steel chair in hand, and that’s what’s going to kill you in this business. Now I’m not straying away from hardcore wrestling, because I’m not afraid to shed a bit of blood to win a match. But what I’m here to say is that if you rely on that for the rest of your career then you’re going nowhere, and you’re going there fast.
With that Jason pulls out a pack of Marlboros and beats it on his hand for a bit. He pulls out some matches and strikes one up and lights a cigarette. He blows the match out and throws it into a nearby trash can. He takes a few drags and sits it down on an ashtray on the coffee table beside him.
//G-Dawg\\
Now I’ve gone on my rant about technical wrestling, I’ve talked about my opinions on you and your future in this business. But what I haven’t gotten down to my friend, is this match-up that we will be having in a weeks time. Now see, I’ve got a week to rest up, get myself together and get my mindset focused on being hardcore for this weeks match. You on the other hand have a tag match to deal with. That gives me an automatic advantage there, son. So while you’re training for this tag team fiasco that you’ve got to go through on Side Effect, I’ll be sitting here watching my old tapes, bringing back old famous spots that the fans have been waiting to see since I announced my retirement, and in general toughening up for my match against you, Prozac. You get to focus on….Thor & Versage. Ok, so its not a very intimidating team name, but hell you’ve got the god of thunder going against you my friend, he might strike the hammer down on you. But jokes aside, you’ve got something bigger to deal with than those two fools, you’ve got me. I am a self-proclaimed living legend of this business. I’m a member of the WCXF Hall Of Fame, I’m one of the biggest wrestlers in this company, and while its only my 2nd match here, I’m not looking for a loss anytime soon my friend. I’ve stated my goal in this company, I’m not leaving without the gold around my waist. You, Prozac, you have settled for the lesser of the two, you got the Xtreme Title. Now I could easily take that precious hunk of gold right from under your nose and you wouldn’t even know what hit you. You’d be out on the canvas wondering where the hell you were before you realized that what you had held so dear to you was gone. But that’s not what I’m going for. I’m not here to be a 2nd Rate champion, I’m not here to be 2nd best. I’m here to take the top prize and I refuse to be denied that shot. Johnny Mental is no stranger to me, we’ve been in the same company multiple times, but I’ve never gotten that shot at him. Regardless of the situation, regardless of who stands in my way, I’m making it to that title, Prozac. You just so happen to be the next victim, or the next chapter so to speak, in this novel known as G-Dawg’s return to wrestling.
Jason takes another few drags on the cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray. He rubs his face a bit then looking around the room and noticing that the clock said 11:30. He yawned and threw his shirt on the floor and headed for his bedroom as the scene faded out.
When we come back a week has passed. Jason is in the gym training for this weeks match with Prozac. Prozac picked up the win with his tag match and Jason was watching every second of it from the crowd. He took notes on what happened and how he wrestled, what he did and what he didn’t do. For the faults he was seen shaking his head, for the spots from nowhere he nodded. When the match ended Jason got up and left the building. He sat down against the brick walls, which were still somewhat damp from a morning rain, and looked up at the sky. The moon was being faintly covered by a cloud, but its light was still shining through. Jason rubs his chin a bit as he gazes up at the moon. He tucks his legs up and just stares off into space as he begins to let out a bit of what’s running through his mind.
//G-Dawg\\
Two and a half years I’ve been gone, and I thought it was for good. Now here I am, starting back over, all over again. I’ve said I retired before, but I knew it wouldn’t be final at that point, but once you’ve been gone for as long as I was it doesn’t look like you’ll be back anytime soon. But somehow, someway, Mak just keeps pulling me back. Heh, the bastard will be the death of me one day. I don’t know, this very well could be a blessing for me, I mean this gives me the chance to go out on top. If I get the gold from this place then that allows me to go out as a Champion, I can achieve the dream that I’ve been working so hard to get. Granted there will be a few bumps in my path to success again, hell this Prozac match might be one of them. These hardcore matches…there’s no telling what could happen, you’ve just got to hope for the best and go out there and pray that your chair shots land harder than his. Looks like that’s what I’ll be doing. The kid isn’t a pushover, by no means of that term, but at this point its safe to say that I’ve got it under wraps. Yeah, G-Dawg is back. And he’s not leaving until he gets exactly…what…he…wants.
[/color][/b]//Jason\\
Heh, these guys are pretty good aren’t they.
//Mak\\
Yeah, they’re not the best of the business, but the guys are damn good. It’s been a while since I had a chat with you. I remember you talking about possibly having to have a lightened schedule with your return being after so long of not being in the ring. So I’ve decided to give you this week off, on the other hand I’ve already got a nice match planned for next week which will need you to be on your best physical shape.
//Jason\\
Oh, don’t tell me.
//Mak\\
Yeah, another Hardcore match. Don’t worry about it though man, it’s a Non-Title with Prozac, so it shouldn’t be something that will be anything more than a one-off type thing. Plus you’ve always been a decent hardcore draw man; you held quite a few of your own hardcore titles. I remember the first taste of gold you had was the Toxic Title in WCXF. You’re hardcore to the roots and you can’t deny that, give these fans at least one more good one.
//Jason\\
Hell, why not. I swear you could get me to walk through fire, man. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if that doesn’t become G-Dawg’s feat.
Mak chuckles a bit and the two say their goodbyes until next week. Jason breathes out heavily as he shuts Mak’s door carefully and walks off to his locker room once more. Jason grabs a few of his bags from his lockers and heads out to the garage. He gets into a black Jeep Cherokee and throws the bags into the back seat. Jason drives off to his home and leaves the bags in his car. He heads right inside and looks for his tapes from last week and the week befores shows. He catches the little bit of what is left of Side Effect before studying Prozac’s matches. To him this guy is completely new, he hadn’t seen anything of him up until tonight. He catches the match where Prozac takes the gold from RKO and gets interested in it. He is seen shaking his head, almost in disgust as he watches Prozac get sent flying with the gold in his hands. He turns the tape off and sighs once more.
//G-Dawg\\
Look at that. We’ve got veterans in this place, people who used to be highly respectable, sitting here getting their asses handed to them by these newcomers. These people are coming from nowhere and taking out our big names. RKO is a man who used to hold my respect, but after a beating like that I honestly don’t think that he is worthy of anything here. Look at it, the man has fizzled out, he’s losing to a guy named for a fucking medicine. Prozac, what the hell. Now I’ve seen the guy, he’s decent. He seems to think that his shit doesn’t stink though, which is going to be his downfall. That downfall will be next week. This downfall is going to be at the hands of the one and only, G-Dawg. Now RKO, I’ll admit while he was a decent wrestler, he never held a candle to me. Now he got a win over me early in my career, but that’s the equivalent of Ironman getting a win in over me back then. The two are on in the same. They got a win over me before I became the wrestler that I am now, and while I was growing in talent and popularity, they stayed at the same level of mediocrity. Prozac, that is exactly where you are right now, a level of mediocrity.
Now I’ve faced some sick bastards in my career, I’ve had some of the most brutal matches in recent memory with the likes of Pohatu. I literally hated this mans guts, but damnit I respected him. We went out there and always put on a good match, and that’s all that matters. So at Side Effect, that’s what I’m aiming to do. I’ll go ahead and say it kid, if you beat me then you’ve gained my respect. Now granted most would say “The ring rust is the reason you won, I’m not back at my top form yet”, but that’s a load of bullshit and everybody knows it. If I could beat you at my top, I should be able to beat you after being out of the ring for a few years. Ring rust doesn’t take away from sheer skill, and that is something that you lack, my friend. I’ve seen your matches and you rely on hardcore wrestling to get the win, you rely on brute force, sheer power, to pick up the 1-2-3. That’s not how its won, that’s not how you make your way to the top. If I just tried to push my way through everybody without using the slightest bit of technical wrestling, without focusing on certain weaknesses in my opponents then I would be losing every match. Wrestling isn’t all about the body, its about the mind too, and the only way you can learn that is by being in the ring. There’s no way to teach somebody what to counter what move with, and how to avoid being put in a certain submission, its just instincts. You either have it or you don’t, and in all honesty kid, I don’t see it in you. You’re one of those guys who is out of his territory when he doesn’t have a steel chair in hand, and that’s what’s going to kill you in this business. Now I’m not straying away from hardcore wrestling, because I’m not afraid to shed a bit of blood to win a match. But what I’m here to say is that if you rely on that for the rest of your career then you’re going nowhere, and you’re going there fast.
With that Jason pulls out a pack of Marlboros and beats it on his hand for a bit. He pulls out some matches and strikes one up and lights a cigarette. He blows the match out and throws it into a nearby trash can. He takes a few drags and sits it down on an ashtray on the coffee table beside him.
//G-Dawg\\
Now I’ve gone on my rant about technical wrestling, I’ve talked about my opinions on you and your future in this business. But what I haven’t gotten down to my friend, is this match-up that we will be having in a weeks time. Now see, I’ve got a week to rest up, get myself together and get my mindset focused on being hardcore for this weeks match. You on the other hand have a tag match to deal with. That gives me an automatic advantage there, son. So while you’re training for this tag team fiasco that you’ve got to go through on Side Effect, I’ll be sitting here watching my old tapes, bringing back old famous spots that the fans have been waiting to see since I announced my retirement, and in general toughening up for my match against you, Prozac. You get to focus on….Thor & Versage. Ok, so its not a very intimidating team name, but hell you’ve got the god of thunder going against you my friend, he might strike the hammer down on you. But jokes aside, you’ve got something bigger to deal with than those two fools, you’ve got me. I am a self-proclaimed living legend of this business. I’m a member of the WCXF Hall Of Fame, I’m one of the biggest wrestlers in this company, and while its only my 2nd match here, I’m not looking for a loss anytime soon my friend. I’ve stated my goal in this company, I’m not leaving without the gold around my waist. You, Prozac, you have settled for the lesser of the two, you got the Xtreme Title. Now I could easily take that precious hunk of gold right from under your nose and you wouldn’t even know what hit you. You’d be out on the canvas wondering where the hell you were before you realized that what you had held so dear to you was gone. But that’s not what I’m going for. I’m not here to be a 2nd Rate champion, I’m not here to be 2nd best. I’m here to take the top prize and I refuse to be denied that shot. Johnny Mental is no stranger to me, we’ve been in the same company multiple times, but I’ve never gotten that shot at him. Regardless of the situation, regardless of who stands in my way, I’m making it to that title, Prozac. You just so happen to be the next victim, or the next chapter so to speak, in this novel known as G-Dawg’s return to wrestling.
Jason takes another few drags on the cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray. He rubs his face a bit then looking around the room and noticing that the clock said 11:30. He yawned and threw his shirt on the floor and headed for his bedroom as the scene faded out.
When we come back a week has passed. Jason is in the gym training for this weeks match with Prozac. Prozac picked up the win with his tag match and Jason was watching every second of it from the crowd. He took notes on what happened and how he wrestled, what he did and what he didn’t do. For the faults he was seen shaking his head, for the spots from nowhere he nodded. When the match ended Jason got up and left the building. He sat down against the brick walls, which were still somewhat damp from a morning rain, and looked up at the sky. The moon was being faintly covered by a cloud, but its light was still shining through. Jason rubs his chin a bit as he gazes up at the moon. He tucks his legs up and just stares off into space as he begins to let out a bit of what’s running through his mind.
//G-Dawg\\
Two and a half years I’ve been gone, and I thought it was for good. Now here I am, starting back over, all over again. I’ve said I retired before, but I knew it wouldn’t be final at that point, but once you’ve been gone for as long as I was it doesn’t look like you’ll be back anytime soon. But somehow, someway, Mak just keeps pulling me back. Heh, the bastard will be the death of me one day. I don’t know, this very well could be a blessing for me, I mean this gives me the chance to go out on top. If I get the gold from this place then that allows me to go out as a Champion, I can achieve the dream that I’ve been working so hard to get. Granted there will be a few bumps in my path to success again, hell this Prozac match might be one of them. These hardcore matches…there’s no telling what could happen, you’ve just got to hope for the best and go out there and pray that your chair shots land harder than his. Looks like that’s what I’ll be doing. The kid isn’t a pushover, by no means of that term, but at this point its safe to say that I’ve got it under wraps. Yeah, G-Dawg is back. And he’s not leaving until he gets exactly…what…he…wants.
once more, a feeling of mediocrity from me. I might throw up another if I don't feel like this one can do the trick
