Post by Sizzle on Mar 3, 2016 16:05:16 GMT -5
Motel 6 In New York
The room was lit by a couple of cheap lamps with tattered, dusty lampshades. The room smelled of mildew and the chair he sat in was stained by some sort of cola. A reality TV show about becoming the next national singing sensation was on TV, but it was background noise to Brandon, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, raising his feet off of the bile-colored carpet.
Brandon Bison: Dizzy has been in my life since elementary school. He's stayed with me for as long as we've known each other, through thick and thin. And as cliche as that sounds, it's the truth.
Through the years, whenever I was down, he was there. He became the only guy I could trust that wasn't in my family, and if you know anything about me, you know I don't trust most of them anyway.
People used to joke around with us cause I hung out with his friends. I didn't have many of my own. He was this colossal black dude, nearing seven feet tall in high school. They picked on me cause I was white, but no harm was meant, they were as much my friends as they were friends to Dizzy. Jerv always stood up for me, though. He would tell them to stop if I wasn't in the mood at the time.
He wasn't the only person by my side. My brother James, my mom and Jervis are my only family. But I don't see them much anymore, other than Dizzy. My mom and brother moved to Nashville, and left me to be free on my own. I know they watch my matches on TV now that they're not on some local TV station in a bingo hall or moose lodge.
...
My loss to Penny was bad on me. I felt like I could do so much better. Even though I put on a facade, looking happy and glad to have wrestled her, it sucked to lose, and I was scolding myself on the inside. I actually grew to dislike her after the match, too. The negatives of everything stood out more than the positives, and that's not me.
I want to put that negativity behind me and push forward strong. I want to charge ahead at whoever I'm facing at Nowhere To Run...Wait...Who am I facing at Nowhere To Run?
Brandon grabs a flyer for the WFWF show and reads it out loud.
Brandon: Cam Nitta. Ahh, yes. He is excellent! Errr... No. I've watched his matches, I've seen his work. Cam you look pretty good. You're a former National Champion. You've got quite a good history here in WFWF as well. But this is where it stops.
You've got a past in WFWF. You've won titles, and even beat some big guys here. While you have the past to back you up, I have the future. The future is mine.
I am a ball of snow on the top of a sky scraping mountain, with potential energy on my side. Once I start I won't stop rolling. I'll keep rolling and rolling and rolling. Getting bigger, picking up snow on the mountain, becoming a massive avalanche, taking out anyone in my way.
Quite frankly, Cam, even though you can leap around the ring, causing kids in crowds to "Ooh" and "Ahh", or wear down just about any part of the body like a technical god... You bore me to death.
You being in the ring, I happen to be sick of it, sick of it, sick of it! It's about time someone like me takes you out.
You have experience, but your time has come. I will beat you at Nowhere To Run. My win over you will be the impetus that turns my potential energy into kinetic energy. You should understand that, you were a straight 'A' student, correct? Not that it matters, because so was I...
I will pin you because I am fresh here in WFWF and you're a thing of the past, just looking for one last shot, one last cash in on what you were, trying to recreate your past. And that's not the only reason. I will beat you because I am a better wrestler than you.
It's undeniable, Cam. I will be having my hand raised at Nowhere To Run.
I will.
The room was lit by a couple of cheap lamps with tattered, dusty lampshades. The room smelled of mildew and the chair he sat in was stained by some sort of cola. A reality TV show about becoming the next national singing sensation was on TV, but it was background noise to Brandon, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, raising his feet off of the bile-colored carpet.
Brandon Bison: Dizzy has been in my life since elementary school. He's stayed with me for as long as we've known each other, through thick and thin. And as cliche as that sounds, it's the truth.
Through the years, whenever I was down, he was there. He became the only guy I could trust that wasn't in my family, and if you know anything about me, you know I don't trust most of them anyway.
People used to joke around with us cause I hung out with his friends. I didn't have many of my own. He was this colossal black dude, nearing seven feet tall in high school. They picked on me cause I was white, but no harm was meant, they were as much my friends as they were friends to Dizzy. Jerv always stood up for me, though. He would tell them to stop if I wasn't in the mood at the time.
He wasn't the only person by my side. My brother James, my mom and Jervis are my only family. But I don't see them much anymore, other than Dizzy. My mom and brother moved to Nashville, and left me to be free on my own. I know they watch my matches on TV now that they're not on some local TV station in a bingo hall or moose lodge.
...
My loss to Penny was bad on me. I felt like I could do so much better. Even though I put on a facade, looking happy and glad to have wrestled her, it sucked to lose, and I was scolding myself on the inside. I actually grew to dislike her after the match, too. The negatives of everything stood out more than the positives, and that's not me.
I want to put that negativity behind me and push forward strong. I want to charge ahead at whoever I'm facing at Nowhere To Run...Wait...Who am I facing at Nowhere To Run?
Brandon grabs a flyer for the WFWF show and reads it out loud.
Brandon: Cam Nitta. Ahh, yes. He is excellent! Errr... No. I've watched his matches, I've seen his work. Cam you look pretty good. You're a former National Champion. You've got quite a good history here in WFWF as well. But this is where it stops.
You've got a past in WFWF. You've won titles, and even beat some big guys here. While you have the past to back you up, I have the future. The future is mine.
I am a ball of snow on the top of a sky scraping mountain, with potential energy on my side. Once I start I won't stop rolling. I'll keep rolling and rolling and rolling. Getting bigger, picking up snow on the mountain, becoming a massive avalanche, taking out anyone in my way.
Quite frankly, Cam, even though you can leap around the ring, causing kids in crowds to "Ooh" and "Ahh", or wear down just about any part of the body like a technical god... You bore me to death.
You being in the ring, I happen to be sick of it, sick of it, sick of it! It's about time someone like me takes you out.
You have experience, but your time has come. I will beat you at Nowhere To Run. My win over you will be the impetus that turns my potential energy into kinetic energy. You should understand that, you were a straight 'A' student, correct? Not that it matters, because so was I...
I will pin you because I am fresh here in WFWF and you're a thing of the past, just looking for one last shot, one last cash in on what you were, trying to recreate your past. And that's not the only reason. I will beat you because I am a better wrestler than you.
It's undeniable, Cam. I will be having my hand raised at Nowhere To Run.
I will.