Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 12, 2014 13:36:06 GMT
It late as usual in Vermont where Green Man has spent all day and now most of the night working in the garage. When he gets started on something he doesn’t like to stop. Cars is his second love. And this old beat up race car right now has him quite busy. The car is up in the air on four jack stands and there are parts and pieces laying all over the place. The front of the car is down to the roll cage and frame as the fenders hood and suspension have been taken off. Green Man even cut some of the bent bars that wrap around the front to protect the radiator and all of that. At one time it must have taken a pretty good front end shot into the all or something. The cutting torch lays on the roof of the car as the old bent and bashed tubes lay on the floor in front of the car. Next to them are new ones. They just need to be cut down and bent into shape and wielded into place. The engine also has been torn down a little bit. The intake is off and so is one head and the front of the engine. Sadly it is in bad shape. What a shame for a old 427 you know.
Moving around back. Where Green Man is right now. The tires are off and one axel is out and the other is half way out. His feet stick out from under the car as he struggles with something. He mumbles to himself a little bit then rolls out from under the car on his creeper. He sits up on his creeper. His hands and arms are completely covered in grease and dirt and what not. His face is dirty as hell also.
“Fuck.” He says as he stands up. In the corner of the garage is a old fire stove. Green Man walks over to it and opens the fire door on it and tosses in a log or two. He closes the door as it starts to get a bit chilly in the garage. He looks up at the clock. A old flywheel that he made into a clock what back when. It reads quarter to one. Green Man stands next to the stove to warm up and he looks at the car wondering what he just got himself into.
Just then the side door opens up and in walks Joe Jones. His son. He looks tired as hell.
“Hey!” Green Man shouts as Joe walks in and closes the door behind him.
“Hi dad.” Joe says as he looks around the garage. “Well how is this.....thing?” He asks not quite sure what it is as he isn’t into cars as much as his old man is.
“Well. The engine is shot but repairable and the quick change rear end is just fucked. I now know why the parked it out back and forgot about it. That rear end will run a good fourteen hundred.” Green Man says.
“Okay?” Joe says. He really has no idea.
“So how did the paper work go?” Green Man asks.
“Well I submitted it and waited for Todd to get back with me. I waited all day in his office and nothing. I have a feeling that my attempt to become a manger will fall on deaf ears. But I have to do something and quick. Running low on funds and the plane ticket to St. Louis and back didn’t help matters either. Might be forced to take some bookings here and there.” Joe says as he puts his hands in his pockets.
“Well there’s nothing wrong with a few matches o keep the ring rust off you know incase you know someday you actually get to face Hammer in the ring.” Green Man says.
Joe smirks. “Yeah at this rate that will never happen.”
“You never know. Never say never in wrestling.” Green Man says.
“Well anyways. I’m turning in for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says.
“Okay.” Green Man says. Joe slowly makes his way out of the garage. Green Man leans up against the workbench that is covered in junk.
“There goes a kid who could make a huge impact in the sport of wrestling. There goes a kid that has more skills and more talent in his pinky than Sephiroth has in his whole body. But will he ever make the XWA? Probably not because he is gay which isn’t helping him and the XWA seems to like to push guys like Fantomas and Sephiroth who are uninteresting and a bore in and out of the ring. But what ever. I don’t own the XWA.”
Green Man picks up a rag off the work bench and starts to clean his hands. He too is going to call it a night.
“Tuesday is coming and it will be here sooner than we know. And as Sephiroth makes a big deal out of how I was screwed out of the Hardcore title and then rubs it in that he has the North American title I sit and wait. I’m not going to correct the lies that people are saying with words. No I will correct them with action on Tuesday. Everyone thinks it was cool as hell that I was screwed out of match. Every one see that as a reason why I am washed up and a has been wrestler. Funny how they over look the fact that I took Scavenger to school and made him feel pain that he hasn’t ever heard of. Funny that week in and week out I out wrestle my opponents and make them look just bad in the ring but when someone runs in and fucks me over thus coasting me the match. Well they all remember that! But he who laughs last laughs best. Some day Will be the XWA Champion. The top dog in the XWA. And no one can take that away from me. Keep your petty Hardcore and North American Championships. The next title I wear will be the XWA World Heavyweight championship. And then I will stand atop of the XWA and look down on everyone and I will look to see where guys like Scavenger and Sephiroth are. And the sad thing is that they will be in the same place that they are now. Going no where real fast. Sephiroth the next great thing? I doubt it. I hardly doubt it. While he is sitting in his dark rooms doing much of nothing but thinking about how great he must be the rest of us are laughing at him or point over our shoulders as we talk to our buddies asking “What is that fools deal?” But like I said Tuesday will be here soon enough. And Sephiroth will get a rude awaking. And when he is looking up at me from the his back as the arena lights blind him it will hit him that the better man just kicked his ass. I’ve been playing this game for a long time Sephiroth. Unlike Eternity. I have seen them all come and go over the past 22 years. And here I am still. The one of the few who are able to be the best of the best. The big names in the business. There aren’t many of us. But you know who they are and you wish you could just like them. But sadly. You won’t and that is the cold hard truth.”
Green Man tosses the rag on the work bench.
“Warfare. When it is all said and done. You will be happy it’s a non title match up. At least you will be able to keep your precious North American Championship.”
Green Man makes his way around the car towards the door. Once at the door he open it and flicks off the lights. He leaves closing the door behind him as the scene fades to black...............................
Moving around back. Where Green Man is right now. The tires are off and one axel is out and the other is half way out. His feet stick out from under the car as he struggles with something. He mumbles to himself a little bit then rolls out from under the car on his creeper. He sits up on his creeper. His hands and arms are completely covered in grease and dirt and what not. His face is dirty as hell also.
“Fuck.” He says as he stands up. In the corner of the garage is a old fire stove. Green Man walks over to it and opens the fire door on it and tosses in a log or two. He closes the door as it starts to get a bit chilly in the garage. He looks up at the clock. A old flywheel that he made into a clock what back when. It reads quarter to one. Green Man stands next to the stove to warm up and he looks at the car wondering what he just got himself into.
Just then the side door opens up and in walks Joe Jones. His son. He looks tired as hell.
“Hey!” Green Man shouts as Joe walks in and closes the door behind him.
“Hi dad.” Joe says as he looks around the garage. “Well how is this.....thing?” He asks not quite sure what it is as he isn’t into cars as much as his old man is.
“Well. The engine is shot but repairable and the quick change rear end is just fucked. I now know why the parked it out back and forgot about it. That rear end will run a good fourteen hundred.” Green Man says.
“Okay?” Joe says. He really has no idea.
“So how did the paper work go?” Green Man asks.
“Well I submitted it and waited for Todd to get back with me. I waited all day in his office and nothing. I have a feeling that my attempt to become a manger will fall on deaf ears. But I have to do something and quick. Running low on funds and the plane ticket to St. Louis and back didn’t help matters either. Might be forced to take some bookings here and there.” Joe says as he puts his hands in his pockets.
“Well there’s nothing wrong with a few matches o keep the ring rust off you know incase you know someday you actually get to face Hammer in the ring.” Green Man says.
Joe smirks. “Yeah at this rate that will never happen.”
“You never know. Never say never in wrestling.” Green Man says.
“Well anyways. I’m turning in for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says.
“Okay.” Green Man says. Joe slowly makes his way out of the garage. Green Man leans up against the workbench that is covered in junk.
“There goes a kid who could make a huge impact in the sport of wrestling. There goes a kid that has more skills and more talent in his pinky than Sephiroth has in his whole body. But will he ever make the XWA? Probably not because he is gay which isn’t helping him and the XWA seems to like to push guys like Fantomas and Sephiroth who are uninteresting and a bore in and out of the ring. But what ever. I don’t own the XWA.”
Green Man picks up a rag off the work bench and starts to clean his hands. He too is going to call it a night.
“Tuesday is coming and it will be here sooner than we know. And as Sephiroth makes a big deal out of how I was screwed out of the Hardcore title and then rubs it in that he has the North American title I sit and wait. I’m not going to correct the lies that people are saying with words. No I will correct them with action on Tuesday. Everyone thinks it was cool as hell that I was screwed out of match. Every one see that as a reason why I am washed up and a has been wrestler. Funny how they over look the fact that I took Scavenger to school and made him feel pain that he hasn’t ever heard of. Funny that week in and week out I out wrestle my opponents and make them look just bad in the ring but when someone runs in and fucks me over thus coasting me the match. Well they all remember that! But he who laughs last laughs best. Some day Will be the XWA Champion. The top dog in the XWA. And no one can take that away from me. Keep your petty Hardcore and North American Championships. The next title I wear will be the XWA World Heavyweight championship. And then I will stand atop of the XWA and look down on everyone and I will look to see where guys like Scavenger and Sephiroth are. And the sad thing is that they will be in the same place that they are now. Going no where real fast. Sephiroth the next great thing? I doubt it. I hardly doubt it. While he is sitting in his dark rooms doing much of nothing but thinking about how great he must be the rest of us are laughing at him or point over our shoulders as we talk to our buddies asking “What is that fools deal?” But like I said Tuesday will be here soon enough. And Sephiroth will get a rude awaking. And when he is looking up at me from the his back as the arena lights blind him it will hit him that the better man just kicked his ass. I’ve been playing this game for a long time Sephiroth. Unlike Eternity. I have seen them all come and go over the past 22 years. And here I am still. The one of the few who are able to be the best of the best. The big names in the business. There aren’t many of us. But you know who they are and you wish you could just like them. But sadly. You won’t and that is the cold hard truth.”
Green Man tosses the rag on the work bench.
“Warfare. When it is all said and done. You will be happy it’s a non title match up. At least you will be able to keep your precious North American Championship.”
Green Man makes his way around the car towards the door. Once at the door he open it and flicks off the lights. He leaves closing the door behind him as the scene fades to black...............................