Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 9, 2014 14:44:39 GMT
In Tennessee.....
Here it is Thursday and Nanook still hasn't heard from Double J. Not one word and no one has heard from him or seen him. He's pacing around in Jeffery's gym worried sick. Hatemonger is sitting on the top turnbuckle in the practice ring.
Nanook "Okay so I called the FAA and there hasn't been a plane crash involving a plane that left Chicago in the last two weeks."
Hatemonger "What about small planes?"
Nanook "Nothing. Big, Small, manned, unmanned. Not one."
Hatemonger "Maybe he took the train?"
Nanook stops and looks at Hatemonger. You can tell a light bulb just went off in his head. He started to do a search on his phone for train stations in Chicago.
Nanook "Why would be travel by train?"
Then Hatemonger dropped this nugget on him.
Hatemonger "Maybe there was a one of the old steam locos there and there's a special trip from Chicago to Tennessee and Joey bought a turn of the century suit and one of those funny looking hats....what are they called?"
Nanook "A derby hat?"
Hatemonger "YEAH! A derby hat, black with a red ribbon above the brim. And a feather."
Nanook is now looking at Hatemonger like he is on crack.
Hatemonger "Three piece suit and a suit jacket that has coat tails on it because that would be bitchin!"
Nanook "Bitchin?"
Hatemonger "And Joey took one look at that that steam engine....a 4-4-2 model and wanted to travel like they used to do in this country. So he bought a ticket, got his shoes shined, hit the barber for a shave and he's traveling by way of locomotive right now."
Nanook "Gee I hope he doesn't forget his Hartmen steamer trunk."
Hatemonger "I bet he is sipping on some fine scotch right now talking about the Chicago Orphans and nibbling on cucumber sandwiches."
Nanook "Okay?"
Nanook search for it anyway and guess what, nope no such thing going on.
Nanook "Well I hate to dash your dreams but Joe isn't on a steam engine."
Hatemonger "Nuts! Oh maybe he's traveling by paddle boat?"
Nanook pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger before walking away.
In Vermont.....
Monday,Tuesday and Wednesday Joe played the role of mechanic on his Dad's car and his Dad, he played the role of "No that's doesn't go there." guy. It was a long three days of working from sun up to sun down cramming everything into this car. And when they weren't arguing about how this or that goes they spent a lot of time looking for that socket they just had, the screw driver that was just there and the nut or bolt that feel off the fender into the dirt and weeds. Plus Joe's Dad had to take smoke breaks and it wasn't always tobacco he was smoking. He would mutter something about chronic hip pain and then it was snack time.
By Thursday Joe and his Dad managed to get the engine dropped into the engine bay. The C-4 Auto transmission was installed. The whole rear end was buttoned up. Center section, air ride bags, brake lines plumbed, rear disc brakes installed, and the custom made drive shaft was bolted in. The gas tank was slide into place with electric pump, all the wires and lines routed and tied down. Even the exhaust hangers were put into place. Now the focus was under the hood. The Holley Pro Injection kit was busted open and that's where they are today.
JJ "So this goes here?"
GM "I think so uhmm hmm yeah."
JJ "So.....why do we have extra parts? I swear this screw goes right there."
GM "Maybe uhm hmm yeah."
JJ "Okay. So what does the instructions say about this red wire? Where does it go?"
GM "Let me see... uhm hmm yeah."
Joe lowers his head while holding onto a red wire. He thinks it's the power wire that came from the battery and goes to this round thing that power the whole deal up. He thinks. His Dad slides on his reading glasses and leans up against the car and starts to read to the instructions.
GM "Okay....yeah we did that. Yup that went there.....yeah. Oh Joey that wire is the power wire uhm hm yeah."
JJ "I thought you said the black wire was the power wire?"
GM "No, black is ground yeah."
JJ "I thought I said that before?"
GM "uhm hmm yeah I don't know."
Joe sighs. "So we're taking this all back apart then?"
GM "If I was a betting man I would say yes uhm hmm yeah."
JJ "Well hand me the screw driver then."
GM "Don't you have it?"
JJ "I don't have it....I thought you had it?"
GM "I don't have it."
JJ "Well where did it go? It was just here."
Back in Tennessee.....
So even thou Hatemonger got a little far fetched with the whole steam engine Nanook did call around to see if Joe did book a ride by train and he came up empty handed. He even entertained the thought of travel by boat but that would just be foolish. Out of ideas Nanook leaves the makeshift office and heads back into the gym where he finds Hatemonger shadow boxing in middle of the ring.
Nanook "Well Joe didn't get on a train."
Hatemonger "Well maybe he just didn't leave yet?"
Nanook "I checked with the hotel, Joe checked out Saturday so he's not there."
Hatemonger "You think he just went to Virginia then?"
Nanook "I thought of that and he hasn't checked into the hotel yet."
Hatemonger "Maybe there was a plane crash going there? OR...."
Hatemonger stops shadow boxing. He has a idea.
Hatemonger "Maybe someone in Chicago restored a 50's era Greyhound bus and is breaking it in by charting a....a.....thing."
Nanook "A thing?"
Hatemonger "Bus ride between there and here!"
Nanook "Why would Joe get on a bus?"
Hatemonger "Because it's a 50's greyhound bus! It's all chromed out and stylish! You know he wouldn't refuse that!"
Nanook just shakes his head and thinks about it for a second. "Maybe he took the loss hard and wanted some time alone to sort things out again?" Nanook thinks to himself.
Nanook "Ah what the hell!"
Nanook wanders back into the office to call Greyhound......
Back in Vermont.....
Break time in the mountains of Vermont on the car. They are inching ever so closer to completing it and getting it to the body shop. On the front porch Joe is grilling up some steaks on a small charcoal grill while his Dad is in his rocking chair with the radio on.
While the steaks cook Joe is thinking that he has to get going to make it to Virginia by Saturday. It's been a nice week spending time with his Dad. The twinkle in his eye about his car almost being put back together makes Joe happy that he could help, for once.
Green Man puffs on his pipe and doesn't stop looking at his car. He lets out one of his "uhmm hmm" as he taps the end of his pipe to clean and reaches for his bag of tobacco.
GM "So I was thinking uhm mm yeah about that time in the XWA when I was going for the World title yeah."
Joe glances over at his dad and thinks "That was really fucking random."
GM "What was that corn holes name?"
JJ "I think it was Slater Shaw? maybe."
GM "Wasn't it Jackie?"
JJ "nooooo.....Pretty sure it was Slater."
GM "Ah whatever that Nancy Pants name was. You know he strutted around with that title like he owned the place. God Todd was just a douche for allowing him to get away with shit he did uhm hmm yeah."
JJ "I know. I was there."
GM "Remember my last match there?"
JJ "Yup. The decable?"
GM "You know I fought with Todd for days to get him to change that god forsaken match. I told him it was bullshit that he made it a four way match."
JJ "All I remember was that Todd made it the 4th pay per view in a row in which he made a match between you and Slater and someone else for the title."
GM "I pinned that gutless son of bitch up against the wall by the throat and I asked him why he was afraid to book a one on one match between me and Slater. You know that coward looked in the eyes and said I can't."
JJ "Did he said why?"
GM "Because he knew Slater would lose and he didn't want me as his champion. uhmm hmm yeah."
Joe flips the steaks over. "huh."
GM "You should have seen the black eye I gave that little fucker uhmm hmm yeah."
There was a little part of Joe that was happy to hear that because it was Todd who refused to give Joe a shot in the ring. Todd would come up with every excuse under the sun as to why he couldn't have a match....against anyone.
GM "Makes you wonder why Joey, every TV title match you get down there in Tennessee is always you, the champ and some one else."
Joe looks up at his Dad who is firing up his pipe again. "I never thought of that."
GM "Funny how the places change,the names change but at the end of the day, it's still the same old bullshit. You know what I always admired about you Joe?"
Joe is thinking "Holy shit some praise from his old man! This never happens."
GM "That you don't follow the pack. You do whatever you feel is right in your heart. You look out for yourself and no one but yourself uhmm hmm yeah. Don't ever forget what worked for you. How many times have you heard. "Joe I don't know what you're doing?" you know."
JJ "Allot."
GM "Don't lose yourself in Tennessee Joey. You'll succeed by being who they don't want you to be."[/color]
Back in Tennessee.....
Nanook waddles out of the office.
Nanook "He didn't travel by Plane, train or automobile......"
Nanook pauses as he catches Hatemonger eating a donut and he can't help but think of Delante West on Jim Rome is burning a while back.
Nanook "No buses, taxies or boats. I called every hotel and two bit motel in Chicago....he's not there. You know what I am going to do thou! I will meet that son of a bitch in Virginia!"
Hatemonger "WAIT! What about stage coach?"
Nanook "You are a moron!"
Hatemonger "What? He could have traveled by horse!"
Fade out....
Scene fades in back out in the field where Green Man's wrecked/junked/ parts are sitting. Joe's Go Pro camera is pointed at the hood of the 51 F100 and on the rusty hood written in chalk are the following names:
Shawn Stevens
Tic Tic
Christian Kane
Justin Brooks
"Troy Vincent.....is a man....that is.....hard of hearing. What part of I don't give a fuck about the Coronation cup did you....Troy....not understand? You ramble on and on about how I some how care and is trying to win this tournament when I already said Troy....I have no desire to win this cup. It is as meaningless as these names I jotted down on this hood. In fact this old rusty hood has more value than the Coronation cup. But Joe how can you say that? That will make Troy shed a tear! Simple. Let's look at the list."
Joe focuses the camera on the first name of the list.
"Shawn Stevens. According to the great...Troy Vincent.....Stevens here is a great man. A world class champion so says Troy Vincent because as we all know, Troy's word is as if it is coming from god himself. Newsflash Troy, Fucking Shawn isn't around here anymore. His name on the side of that cup is as meaningful as his name on this hood. He isn't around anymore. He left. He cared so much about being the very first Coronation winner he fucking left. Why should I, Double J Joe Jones care about a Shawn Stevens? Because I don't."
Joe moves down to the next name.
"TIc Tic. The mighty Troy Vincent admitted to not knowing a single damn thing about Tic Tic so let me drop some knowledge on you. Tic Tic, despite having the most dumbest name of all time had a real good run here in the UWL. How good you might ask Troy? 50 wins as far as I can tell, and that my friend is good enough for 3rd most career wins in the UWL. Well as far as I can tell because record keeping in the UWL is about as important as keeping Tic Tic's name alive in the UWL. Any ways Tic Tic is a former UWL World champion holding onto the title for 5 months. That was the guys highlight as I couldn't find anything else on this guy. For being such a winner in the ring, only losing 5 times according to the last time the records were updated I have no clue what this guy did in the UWL, besides pick up his ball and bolt the UWL. I bet somewhere Tic Tic is sitting in his office forgetting all about his UWL days because he failed to leave his mark here. They never mention his name and I just gave him more air time today than he has had in the last 12 months. Moving on."
Joe scrolls down to the next name.
"Christian Kane....and I had to listen to a bunch of bullshit about my name when I came here? Some how this douche went on to be not only a former UWL World champion but also a Heritage champion. He's no longer around here. Just shows you how important he thought of the Coronation cup. And there is last years winner..."
Joe scrolls down to the final name on the list.
"Justin Brooks. A guy who you hold near and dear to your heart. A guy who is so great, so awesome....he's also no longer around here. If anything Troy...I see a pattern here. You win the Coronation cup, you win the World title, you then QUIT and head off to greener pastures. And just so you know Troy....the Coronation cup has been around since 2006. I guess that part of your research escaped you? I'm sure legends of the sport like Teddy Davis ,Rich Hamilton, and John Anthony are easily forgettable.....oh wait, that's right their names are on the side of the stupid cup too. Let's take a moment of silence and remember what each and every Coronation Cup winner's career....."
It was hot and muggy even in Northern Vermont and the peepers are out in full force tonight, along with fireflies flying around, lighting up the night time sky.
"And you wonder why I don't have any desire in winning this thing. It's the kiss of death. Win it! And you career is over with. We should rename it the Grim Reaper Cup because who ever possesses this cup, is dead. The only thing I have in this tournament worth looking forward to Troy...is screwing you over in it. You can keep your honor, your prestige and what this cups means because I'm not buying into it. That cup is a curse more than anything else. Take everything that cup means to you Troy....and just bottle that up and keep it to yourself. It's your very own little secret! All I want to do is to beat your ass! Pin you in the middle of the ring for the 3 count and watch the look on your face as your dreams of winning the Coronation Cup....start to slip from your fingers."
Joe turns the camera around onto himself.
"Oh don't get pissed when I'm leaning up against the ropes laughing at the nearly impossible road ahead of you. Ah don't worry Troy Vincent.....you can stand in your office again next week and point to your replica championship title like you do every week and tell old Fred Thomason that you were once the UWL Champion and that you should fear him for nothing and no one is going to get in your way of winning the Coronation Cup......because old Fred just might buy that old tired line. Fred might just roll over and let you win for how can Fred Thomason ever compete against a former UWL...World Champion? You're not the only one who has replica titles Troy.....just that mine are in a box in my house in Miami. I just don't show them to everyone every week."
Joe points to the camera.
"You see.....Troy Vincent....I don't live in the past. I'm not always looking at the crap I did win and remind the world that I used to be someone important.....you Troy, you keep that title around because you know you got lucky when you won it. There was no Robbie Venom. There was no Christian Kane. Justin Brooks was on his way out of town. Josh Eagle nearly killed himself battling Brooks to get that title and he wasn't the man he once was! Angelo Valour just arrived and one Frankie Cocheese was soon behind him. One year later Xplode wasn't the guy he used to be.....yeah you piss and moan and groan about how you were "forced" to become the UWL Champion......but the way I see it Troy.....there just wasn't anyone else around here. A low in the UWL World title scene and you were...the guy to be lucky enough to win it over a water down talent pool."
Joe smirks.
"This cup means way more to you than it does me. Go ahead and crack jokes on my record here. Mock me on how I "haven't be able to beat Caleb Hart". Unlike you, I have my whole UWL career ahead of me while you.....Troy Vincent....is nearing the end. Destined to end up like every other Coronation Cup winner......a mere ghost in the UWL. A name on a wall no one gives two fucks about. Your little winning streak is coming to a end Troy....(whispers) this week it comes to a end."
Joe sets the camera down on the hood and has the camera pointed over the names of the past winners. A lite rain has begun and it is washing the names away till no one remembers that they were there........................
FTB
Here it is Thursday and Nanook still hasn't heard from Double J. Not one word and no one has heard from him or seen him. He's pacing around in Jeffery's gym worried sick. Hatemonger is sitting on the top turnbuckle in the practice ring.
Nanook "Okay so I called the FAA and there hasn't been a plane crash involving a plane that left Chicago in the last two weeks."
Hatemonger "What about small planes?"
Nanook "Nothing. Big, Small, manned, unmanned. Not one."
Hatemonger "Maybe he took the train?"
Nanook stops and looks at Hatemonger. You can tell a light bulb just went off in his head. He started to do a search on his phone for train stations in Chicago.
Nanook "Why would be travel by train?"
Then Hatemonger dropped this nugget on him.
Hatemonger "Maybe there was a one of the old steam locos there and there's a special trip from Chicago to Tennessee and Joey bought a turn of the century suit and one of those funny looking hats....what are they called?"
Nanook "A derby hat?"
Hatemonger "YEAH! A derby hat, black with a red ribbon above the brim. And a feather."
Nanook is now looking at Hatemonger like he is on crack.
Hatemonger "Three piece suit and a suit jacket that has coat tails on it because that would be bitchin!"
Nanook "Bitchin?"
Hatemonger "And Joey took one look at that that steam engine....a 4-4-2 model and wanted to travel like they used to do in this country. So he bought a ticket, got his shoes shined, hit the barber for a shave and he's traveling by way of locomotive right now."
Nanook "Gee I hope he doesn't forget his Hartmen steamer trunk."
Hatemonger "I bet he is sipping on some fine scotch right now talking about the Chicago Orphans and nibbling on cucumber sandwiches."
Nanook "Okay?"
Nanook search for it anyway and guess what, nope no such thing going on.
Nanook "Well I hate to dash your dreams but Joe isn't on a steam engine."
Hatemonger "Nuts! Oh maybe he's traveling by paddle boat?"
Nanook pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger before walking away.
In Vermont.....
Monday,Tuesday and Wednesday Joe played the role of mechanic on his Dad's car and his Dad, he played the role of "No that's doesn't go there." guy. It was a long three days of working from sun up to sun down cramming everything into this car. And when they weren't arguing about how this or that goes they spent a lot of time looking for that socket they just had, the screw driver that was just there and the nut or bolt that feel off the fender into the dirt and weeds. Plus Joe's Dad had to take smoke breaks and it wasn't always tobacco he was smoking. He would mutter something about chronic hip pain and then it was snack time.
By Thursday Joe and his Dad managed to get the engine dropped into the engine bay. The C-4 Auto transmission was installed. The whole rear end was buttoned up. Center section, air ride bags, brake lines plumbed, rear disc brakes installed, and the custom made drive shaft was bolted in. The gas tank was slide into place with electric pump, all the wires and lines routed and tied down. Even the exhaust hangers were put into place. Now the focus was under the hood. The Holley Pro Injection kit was busted open and that's where they are today.
JJ "So this goes here?"
GM "I think so uhmm hmm yeah."
JJ "So.....why do we have extra parts? I swear this screw goes right there."
GM "Maybe uhm hmm yeah."
JJ "Okay. So what does the instructions say about this red wire? Where does it go?"
GM "Let me see... uhm hmm yeah."
Joe lowers his head while holding onto a red wire. He thinks it's the power wire that came from the battery and goes to this round thing that power the whole deal up. He thinks. His Dad slides on his reading glasses and leans up against the car and starts to read to the instructions.
GM "Okay....yeah we did that. Yup that went there.....yeah. Oh Joey that wire is the power wire uhm hm yeah."
JJ "I thought you said the black wire was the power wire?"
GM "No, black is ground yeah."
JJ "I thought I said that before?"
GM "uhm hmm yeah I don't know."
Joe sighs. "So we're taking this all back apart then?"
GM "If I was a betting man I would say yes uhm hmm yeah."
JJ "Well hand me the screw driver then."
GM "Don't you have it?"
JJ "I don't have it....I thought you had it?"
GM "I don't have it."
JJ "Well where did it go? It was just here."
Back in Tennessee.....
So even thou Hatemonger got a little far fetched with the whole steam engine Nanook did call around to see if Joe did book a ride by train and he came up empty handed. He even entertained the thought of travel by boat but that would just be foolish. Out of ideas Nanook leaves the makeshift office and heads back into the gym where he finds Hatemonger shadow boxing in middle of the ring.
Nanook "Well Joe didn't get on a train."
Hatemonger "Well maybe he just didn't leave yet?"
Nanook "I checked with the hotel, Joe checked out Saturday so he's not there."
Hatemonger "You think he just went to Virginia then?"
Nanook "I thought of that and he hasn't checked into the hotel yet."
Hatemonger "Maybe there was a plane crash going there? OR...."
Hatemonger stops shadow boxing. He has a idea.
Hatemonger "Maybe someone in Chicago restored a 50's era Greyhound bus and is breaking it in by charting a....a.....thing."
Nanook "A thing?"
Hatemonger "Bus ride between there and here!"
Nanook "Why would Joe get on a bus?"
Hatemonger "Because it's a 50's greyhound bus! It's all chromed out and stylish! You know he wouldn't refuse that!"
Nanook just shakes his head and thinks about it for a second. "Maybe he took the loss hard and wanted some time alone to sort things out again?" Nanook thinks to himself.
Nanook "Ah what the hell!"
Nanook wanders back into the office to call Greyhound......
Back in Vermont.....
Break time in the mountains of Vermont on the car. They are inching ever so closer to completing it and getting it to the body shop. On the front porch Joe is grilling up some steaks on a small charcoal grill while his Dad is in his rocking chair with the radio on.
While the steaks cook Joe is thinking that he has to get going to make it to Virginia by Saturday. It's been a nice week spending time with his Dad. The twinkle in his eye about his car almost being put back together makes Joe happy that he could help, for once.
Green Man puffs on his pipe and doesn't stop looking at his car. He lets out one of his "uhmm hmm" as he taps the end of his pipe to clean and reaches for his bag of tobacco.
GM "So I was thinking uhm mm yeah about that time in the XWA when I was going for the World title yeah."
Joe glances over at his dad and thinks "That was really fucking random."
GM "What was that corn holes name?"
JJ "I think it was Slater Shaw? maybe."
GM "Wasn't it Jackie?"
JJ "nooooo.....Pretty sure it was Slater."
GM "Ah whatever that Nancy Pants name was. You know he strutted around with that title like he owned the place. God Todd was just a douche for allowing him to get away with shit he did uhm hmm yeah."
JJ "I know. I was there."
GM "Remember my last match there?"
JJ "Yup. The decable?"
GM "You know I fought with Todd for days to get him to change that god forsaken match. I told him it was bullshit that he made it a four way match."
JJ "All I remember was that Todd made it the 4th pay per view in a row in which he made a match between you and Slater and someone else for the title."
GM "I pinned that gutless son of bitch up against the wall by the throat and I asked him why he was afraid to book a one on one match between me and Slater. You know that coward looked in the eyes and said I can't."
JJ "Did he said why?"
GM "Because he knew Slater would lose and he didn't want me as his champion. uhmm hmm yeah."
Joe flips the steaks over. "huh."
GM "You should have seen the black eye I gave that little fucker uhmm hmm yeah."
There was a little part of Joe that was happy to hear that because it was Todd who refused to give Joe a shot in the ring. Todd would come up with every excuse under the sun as to why he couldn't have a match....against anyone.
GM "Makes you wonder why Joey, every TV title match you get down there in Tennessee is always you, the champ and some one else."
Joe looks up at his Dad who is firing up his pipe again. "I never thought of that."
GM "Funny how the places change,the names change but at the end of the day, it's still the same old bullshit. You know what I always admired about you Joe?"
Joe is thinking "Holy shit some praise from his old man! This never happens."
GM "That you don't follow the pack. You do whatever you feel is right in your heart. You look out for yourself and no one but yourself uhmm hmm yeah. Don't ever forget what worked for you. How many times have you heard. "Joe I don't know what you're doing?" you know."
JJ "Allot."
GM "Don't lose yourself in Tennessee Joey. You'll succeed by being who they don't want you to be."[/color]
Back in Tennessee.....
Nanook waddles out of the office.
Nanook "He didn't travel by Plane, train or automobile......"
Nanook pauses as he catches Hatemonger eating a donut and he can't help but think of Delante West on Jim Rome is burning a while back.
Nanook "No buses, taxies or boats. I called every hotel and two bit motel in Chicago....he's not there. You know what I am going to do thou! I will meet that son of a bitch in Virginia!"
Hatemonger "WAIT! What about stage coach?"
Nanook "You are a moron!"
Hatemonger "What? He could have traveled by horse!"
Fade out....
Scene fades in back out in the field where Green Man's wrecked/junked/ parts are sitting. Joe's Go Pro camera is pointed at the hood of the 51 F100 and on the rusty hood written in chalk are the following names:
Shawn Stevens
Tic Tic
Christian Kane
Justin Brooks
"Troy Vincent.....is a man....that is.....hard of hearing. What part of I don't give a fuck about the Coronation cup did you....Troy....not understand? You ramble on and on about how I some how care and is trying to win this tournament when I already said Troy....I have no desire to win this cup. It is as meaningless as these names I jotted down on this hood. In fact this old rusty hood has more value than the Coronation cup. But Joe how can you say that? That will make Troy shed a tear! Simple. Let's look at the list."
Joe focuses the camera on the first name of the list.
"Shawn Stevens. According to the great...Troy Vincent.....Stevens here is a great man. A world class champion so says Troy Vincent because as we all know, Troy's word is as if it is coming from god himself. Newsflash Troy, Fucking Shawn isn't around here anymore. His name on the side of that cup is as meaningful as his name on this hood. He isn't around anymore. He left. He cared so much about being the very first Coronation winner he fucking left. Why should I, Double J Joe Jones care about a Shawn Stevens? Because I don't."
Joe moves down to the next name.
"TIc Tic. The mighty Troy Vincent admitted to not knowing a single damn thing about Tic Tic so let me drop some knowledge on you. Tic Tic, despite having the most dumbest name of all time had a real good run here in the UWL. How good you might ask Troy? 50 wins as far as I can tell, and that my friend is good enough for 3rd most career wins in the UWL. Well as far as I can tell because record keeping in the UWL is about as important as keeping Tic Tic's name alive in the UWL. Any ways Tic Tic is a former UWL World champion holding onto the title for 5 months. That was the guys highlight as I couldn't find anything else on this guy. For being such a winner in the ring, only losing 5 times according to the last time the records were updated I have no clue what this guy did in the UWL, besides pick up his ball and bolt the UWL. I bet somewhere Tic Tic is sitting in his office forgetting all about his UWL days because he failed to leave his mark here. They never mention his name and I just gave him more air time today than he has had in the last 12 months. Moving on."
Joe scrolls down to the next name.
"Christian Kane....and I had to listen to a bunch of bullshit about my name when I came here? Some how this douche went on to be not only a former UWL World champion but also a Heritage champion. He's no longer around here. Just shows you how important he thought of the Coronation cup. And there is last years winner..."
Joe scrolls down to the final name on the list.
"Justin Brooks. A guy who you hold near and dear to your heart. A guy who is so great, so awesome....he's also no longer around here. If anything Troy...I see a pattern here. You win the Coronation cup, you win the World title, you then QUIT and head off to greener pastures. And just so you know Troy....the Coronation cup has been around since 2006. I guess that part of your research escaped you? I'm sure legends of the sport like Teddy Davis ,Rich Hamilton, and John Anthony are easily forgettable.....oh wait, that's right their names are on the side of the stupid cup too. Let's take a moment of silence and remember what each and every Coronation Cup winner's career....."
It was hot and muggy even in Northern Vermont and the peepers are out in full force tonight, along with fireflies flying around, lighting up the night time sky.
"And you wonder why I don't have any desire in winning this thing. It's the kiss of death. Win it! And you career is over with. We should rename it the Grim Reaper Cup because who ever possesses this cup, is dead. The only thing I have in this tournament worth looking forward to Troy...is screwing you over in it. You can keep your honor, your prestige and what this cups means because I'm not buying into it. That cup is a curse more than anything else. Take everything that cup means to you Troy....and just bottle that up and keep it to yourself. It's your very own little secret! All I want to do is to beat your ass! Pin you in the middle of the ring for the 3 count and watch the look on your face as your dreams of winning the Coronation Cup....start to slip from your fingers."
Joe turns the camera around onto himself.
"Oh don't get pissed when I'm leaning up against the ropes laughing at the nearly impossible road ahead of you. Ah don't worry Troy Vincent.....you can stand in your office again next week and point to your replica championship title like you do every week and tell old Fred Thomason that you were once the UWL Champion and that you should fear him for nothing and no one is going to get in your way of winning the Coronation Cup......because old Fred just might buy that old tired line. Fred might just roll over and let you win for how can Fred Thomason ever compete against a former UWL...World Champion? You're not the only one who has replica titles Troy.....just that mine are in a box in my house in Miami. I just don't show them to everyone every week."
Joe points to the camera.
"You see.....Troy Vincent....I don't live in the past. I'm not always looking at the crap I did win and remind the world that I used to be someone important.....you Troy, you keep that title around because you know you got lucky when you won it. There was no Robbie Venom. There was no Christian Kane. Justin Brooks was on his way out of town. Josh Eagle nearly killed himself battling Brooks to get that title and he wasn't the man he once was! Angelo Valour just arrived and one Frankie Cocheese was soon behind him. One year later Xplode wasn't the guy he used to be.....yeah you piss and moan and groan about how you were "forced" to become the UWL Champion......but the way I see it Troy.....there just wasn't anyone else around here. A low in the UWL World title scene and you were...the guy to be lucky enough to win it over a water down talent pool."
Joe smirks.
"This cup means way more to you than it does me. Go ahead and crack jokes on my record here. Mock me on how I "haven't be able to beat Caleb Hart". Unlike you, I have my whole UWL career ahead of me while you.....Troy Vincent....is nearing the end. Destined to end up like every other Coronation Cup winner......a mere ghost in the UWL. A name on a wall no one gives two fucks about. Your little winning streak is coming to a end Troy....(whispers) this week it comes to a end."
Joe sets the camera down on the hood and has the camera pointed over the names of the past winners. A lite rain has begun and it is washing the names away till no one remembers that they were there........................
FTB