Post by One Love on Jan 5, 2008 21:16:36 GMT -5
It’s almost here. Superbrawl 5. It’s my big break. Well, Shawn and I’s big break. I don’t what’s been up with him lately. Well, that really doesn’t matter right now. On Loaded this week, I have one of the biggest matches of my career. On Loaded, I face “The King of Gore” Obo. I know it’s definitely going to be a challenge, but that’s the way these things work out. Obo, I’m just going to warn you right now, you may be the biggest challenge of my career, but you’re certainly not going to be the biggest challenge of my life. Obo, I lived my childhood on the streets, trying to fight for survival, with my brother Shawn. How about you Obo, did you fight for your life living on the streets? I’ve had to fight for my life, food, shelter, money, and clothes day after day after day. I’d say I’m capable enough to take on a punk like you. That’s all I got to say about that.
With Superbrawl coming up, Obo is just an exhibition match. At Superbrawl, I team up with my brother Shawn in the last match of his career to take on two teams. Chemical Reaction, made up of David Williams and High Horror, and The Axis, Kurt Burton and Wayne McGurk, for the WFWF Tag Team Titles. I mean, that is something big. My first match at Superbrawl, for the tag team titles. I just hope Shawn holds up his end of the bargain. He and I haven’t exactly been on the same page lately. Our parents are around now, and Shawn doesn’t believe their actually our real parents. He believes those old, dead, son of bitches are our real parents. Poor Shawn, living in the past. I can’t get them out of his head, but I needed a talk with him. So I called him over to my house Sunday Morning for breakfast to talk. I really hope this works.
The doorbell rang as I was a cooking a killer Sunday breakfast. It was gloomy out that day. But it for some reason was very noisy. Unusual for a Sunday morning. There usually at Saint Peter’s by now. I mean, 11:30 in the morning, come on! I put the food on the plates and set them down on the round wooden kitchen table. I ran to the door and answered it. It was Shawn.
Shawn: Hey bro, what’s up?
Flamez: We need to talk, and I think you know what it’s about.
Shawn: Oh boy.
Flamez: I cooked us some breakfast, so if you get mad you can throw the food in my face.
Shawn: Oh goodie, now I’m armed with breakfast! How delightful!
I could the sarcasm in his voice, BIG TIME. He walked into the kitchen frowning as I shut the door. I really hope this works….
Shawn: This is actually pretty good. The sausage rocks.
Flamez: Thanks. Now listen. We need to have a discussion about our parents. Now I know you don’t like them, which is totally fine with me.
Shawn: Ok, then what’s the point of this whole thing?
Flamez: I know you don’t think they’re our real parents, but you got to get the facts in your head. THEY ARE OUR REAL PARENTS.
Shawn: Um, earth to David, THEY ARE FAKES! Can’t you see it?
Flamez: If they were fakes, then how come we have a sister?
Shawn: This is probably just some scam and she wanted in.
Flamez: What about our niece?
Shawn: I think she deserves a grammy….
Flamez: Shawn, what is the matter with you!?
Shawn: If they were so concerned to get us back, why didn’t they try harder?
Flamez: They told us this!
Shawn: You think I actually believe them?
Flamez: WELL YOU SHOULD!
Then there was complete silence. Shawn gave me a blank look as he finished eating. Oh god, I hope I didn’t mess anything up.
Flamez: Look, Shawn….
Shawn: Dave, let’s just drop the subject, and move on before I get even more pissed.
Flamez: Fine.
Shawn: So, you prepared for your match on Loaded?
Flamez: Yeah I think so, but I’m going to do a lot of training today and tomorrow, wanna help me out?
Shawn: Sure, why not, I’ll do the dishes and meet you downstairs in a second.
Flamez: Sounds good to me, I’ll see you down there.
I headed downstairs and heard the doorbell ring. I stayed on the top of the stairs secretly watching in horror as Shawn was face to face with our parents.
Shawn: What the heck are you doing here.
Mom: We’re here to see David.
Dad: Where is he?
Shawn: Downstairs waiting for me to help him train.
Mom: Can we see him?
Shawn: No.
Dad: Why?
Shawn: Because I said so, that a problem?
Mom: Just tell him we stopped by.
Shawn: No, now go crash in a ditch you pieces of crap.
Dad: Why are you so rude to us?
Shawn: Oh come on, I can see right through your little plan. You just want Dave’s money so you pretend to be his parents. And Jenn’s just a friend of yours who wants some cash.
Mom: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I could see she had a grin on her face. I knew Shawn would see this as evidence. And the scary thing is, I was starting to believe it too.
Mom: We best be going, good day.
Shawn slammed the door as I hurried downstairs. 5 minutes later, I was still waiting. I went upstairs to find a note on the inside of the door. I took it off and read it.
Dave,
Sorry, I got a plane to catch and some research to do on the way. See you at Loaded. Good luck.
Your Bro,
Shawn
Flamez: God dammit!
Then they came back. Those stupid voices of the fakes.
Dan: Finally, you’re gaining some common sense! That a boy!
Flamez: That doesn’t mean I believe you guys are my parents.
Mary: Don’t worry, he will find out. Let’s go.
Flamez: FIND WHAT OUT!?!? SOMEONE ANSWER ME!?!?
With Superbrawl coming up, Obo is just an exhibition match. At Superbrawl, I team up with my brother Shawn in the last match of his career to take on two teams. Chemical Reaction, made up of David Williams and High Horror, and The Axis, Kurt Burton and Wayne McGurk, for the WFWF Tag Team Titles. I mean, that is something big. My first match at Superbrawl, for the tag team titles. I just hope Shawn holds up his end of the bargain. He and I haven’t exactly been on the same page lately. Our parents are around now, and Shawn doesn’t believe their actually our real parents. He believes those old, dead, son of bitches are our real parents. Poor Shawn, living in the past. I can’t get them out of his head, but I needed a talk with him. So I called him over to my house Sunday Morning for breakfast to talk. I really hope this works.
The doorbell rang as I was a cooking a killer Sunday breakfast. It was gloomy out that day. But it for some reason was very noisy. Unusual for a Sunday morning. There usually at Saint Peter’s by now. I mean, 11:30 in the morning, come on! I put the food on the plates and set them down on the round wooden kitchen table. I ran to the door and answered it. It was Shawn.
Shawn: Hey bro, what’s up?
Flamez: We need to talk, and I think you know what it’s about.
Shawn: Oh boy.
Flamez: I cooked us some breakfast, so if you get mad you can throw the food in my face.
Shawn: Oh goodie, now I’m armed with breakfast! How delightful!
I could the sarcasm in his voice, BIG TIME. He walked into the kitchen frowning as I shut the door. I really hope this works….
Shawn: This is actually pretty good. The sausage rocks.
Flamez: Thanks. Now listen. We need to have a discussion about our parents. Now I know you don’t like them, which is totally fine with me.
Shawn: Ok, then what’s the point of this whole thing?
Flamez: I know you don’t think they’re our real parents, but you got to get the facts in your head. THEY ARE OUR REAL PARENTS.
Shawn: Um, earth to David, THEY ARE FAKES! Can’t you see it?
Flamez: If they were fakes, then how come we have a sister?
Shawn: This is probably just some scam and she wanted in.
Flamez: What about our niece?
Shawn: I think she deserves a grammy….
Flamez: Shawn, what is the matter with you!?
Shawn: If they were so concerned to get us back, why didn’t they try harder?
Flamez: They told us this!
Shawn: You think I actually believe them?
Flamez: WELL YOU SHOULD!
Then there was complete silence. Shawn gave me a blank look as he finished eating. Oh god, I hope I didn’t mess anything up.
Flamez: Look, Shawn….
Shawn: Dave, let’s just drop the subject, and move on before I get even more pissed.
Flamez: Fine.
Shawn: So, you prepared for your match on Loaded?
Flamez: Yeah I think so, but I’m going to do a lot of training today and tomorrow, wanna help me out?
Shawn: Sure, why not, I’ll do the dishes and meet you downstairs in a second.
Flamez: Sounds good to me, I’ll see you down there.
I headed downstairs and heard the doorbell ring. I stayed on the top of the stairs secretly watching in horror as Shawn was face to face with our parents.
Shawn: What the heck are you doing here.
Mom: We’re here to see David.
Dad: Where is he?
Shawn: Downstairs waiting for me to help him train.
Mom: Can we see him?
Shawn: No.
Dad: Why?
Shawn: Because I said so, that a problem?
Mom: Just tell him we stopped by.
Shawn: No, now go crash in a ditch you pieces of crap.
Dad: Why are you so rude to us?
Shawn: Oh come on, I can see right through your little plan. You just want Dave’s money so you pretend to be his parents. And Jenn’s just a friend of yours who wants some cash.
Mom: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I could see she had a grin on her face. I knew Shawn would see this as evidence. And the scary thing is, I was starting to believe it too.
Mom: We best be going, good day.
Shawn slammed the door as I hurried downstairs. 5 minutes later, I was still waiting. I went upstairs to find a note on the inside of the door. I took it off and read it.
Dave,
Sorry, I got a plane to catch and some research to do on the way. See you at Loaded. Good luck.
Your Bro,
Shawn
Flamez: God dammit!
Then they came back. Those stupid voices of the fakes.
Dan: Finally, you’re gaining some common sense! That a boy!
Flamez: That doesn’t mean I believe you guys are my parents.
Mary: Don’t worry, he will find out. Let’s go.
Flamez: FIND WHAT OUT!?!? SOMEONE ANSWER ME!?!?
