Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 12, 2014 13:39:57 GMT
Right now it would be a good time to stop and reflex on the past two months of action from the XWA. Especially Green Man’s. Think of it as a ESPN high light film with no high lights to speak of. Since the break of Christmas, Green Man started off the new year with a victory. Picking up where he left off making a bid for the North American title. Things were looking up since his last match of the year before was a lose. 2002 started off to be good and maybe better than 2001.
The following week saw Green Man in the semi finals for the North American title against Rigor Mortis. A match that Green Man looked forward to not because it would bring him one more step closer to the North American title but because he has never faced Rigor and wanted to do. This match picked up where the last one ended with a victory. 2002 was going to be huge. The following week is the pay per view, Ground Zero and what Green Man thought would be his return to the North American title.
But sadly, like always, when Green Man gets close to a title that means anything he ends but getting screwed over seven ways to Sunday. The match ended in a double count out and his bid for the North American title was all over as next week on Warfare he was left out of the battle royal for the North American title. That Xtreme Warfare wasn’t all that great for Green Man as well as a trend would begin to start as his match that week was a no decision.
The month of January was over with. The last two matches left a sour taste in Green Man’s mouth. And February wasn’t going to be any better. A lose on the 5th. A lose on the 12th that cost him the Hardcore title. Not only can he not hold a title that means anything but now he can’t hold a title period as The Power Trip made sure of that. And finally. Last night. In a match that didn’t mean nothing. The match had no meaning at all and guess what. Yup, They made sure Green Man wouldn’t win that match either.
Three straight loses. No Hardcore title. No outlook ahead of him that he can see looks like he wouldn’t be able to win a match with out some how battling three or more people. The rest of February and March looks to be very difficult for him. Xain has betrayed him. Hammer wants to kill his son and make sure Green Man loses every match from now till he dies. And on top of that, The XWA it self is running a muck with ego maniacs and sore losers who have to cheat to win and cost any one a match at all cost and our beloved President can’t get a handle on it and his solution was to strip Xain of the title and hold a six pack match at the March Pay Per View.
Yup that solves everything.
Green Man would just soon forget about last night. It was hard enough stomaching his third straight lose but seeing his son being beaten to a pulp by the hands of the two biggest homophonic the world has ever seen. I think it is safe to say that the gays in wrestling do not have any equal rights. Normally Green Man would stay behind at least one night after Warfare but after what went down last night he just didn’t care anymore. He picked himself up off the mat and picked up his broken pride and dragged it behind me like a piece of shit that it has become to the airport and caught a late night flight home. Right now Green Man knows how the whole city of Chicago feels like every time the Bulls take the court.
He didn’t even stop at his locker room to get his bags and his stuff. He left it behind. He just didn’t care at that point. Joe went to the local hospital and Green Man didn’t even go there. What’s the use he thought. Joe will rebound and still won’t be able to get any revenge as he still doesn’t have his mangers license for the XWA which is looking more and more of a conspiracy every day. Green Man didn’t go to bed last night either. How could he? What’s the use?
In the wee hours of the day Green Man picked him self up and walked out to the garage hoping that working on his race car would ease his mind. Maybe even take it off of wrestling and how he is constantly being fucked. But after a hour of tinkering he ended up sitting on a stool at the far end of the garage spinning a hammer in his hand. His mind id running wild filling it with all kinds of thought.....
“Just give it up and retire. Your old and clearly a has been by now. What is the sense of staying around when you can’t perform at your best. You can’t teach a old dog new tricks. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him win a match. You can trust no one as you can plainly see with Xain. Wouldn’t surprise me if Stallion stabbed you in the back next week. Well that is if you have the balls to show up and lose again. Your a loser. Loser. Can you hear me. A loser! A sad looking broken down old man with scars on his legs from being burned worthless loser.” Green Man’s mind keeps telling him.
“You don’t have what it takes anymore. Just face the fact, listen to the music that everyone is saying. It’s call tough love and your learning the hard way. Hammer has been telling you this for how long now? Bright who has never even faced you yet has been saying the same thing and even Sephiroth who just faced you for the first time ever told you the same thing. It’s over Johnny. I know you watched that movie. Maybe you should take that line to heart. Just give it up and do something else. No one now a days wrestle over the age of 46 and neither should you. And there is a reason for that. It’s because old guys suck and can’t move. Do you want to be wrestling on the wheelchair circuit or something? How about the United Cane Federation? Hobble Around like Old Men wrestling Federation? I know what you are aiming for! The We Are Way Past Our Prime but can’t give it up federation. Your making a mockery of your self. You COULD have been known as being great but forget that now.” His mind tells him.
Green Man stands and leans on the trunk of the race car. The hammer is in his hand. He shakes his head no trying to push those thoughts out of head.
“Fucking Xain.” Green Man says. “After all I did for him.” he adds.
“But he is better than you are....just like you said he was.” his mind reminds you.
Green Man lowers his head to the surface of the trunk. He starts to tap the hammer on the trunk lid as well.
“Shut up!” Green Man says.
“It’s not my fault Xain is better than you. IN fact he should have of dumped you a long time ago seeing that he was carrying your old ass.” His mind tell him.
“NO!!” Green Man shouts a she stand up and drives the hammer into the hood of the trunk.
“IT’S TRUE!” Echo’s on his mind.
“XAIN!” Green Man shouts as he drives the hammer into the trunk again.
“Is better than you are.” His mind quickly tells him.
“Hammer.” Green Man says as he drives the hammer on the trunk hood again.
“Is way better than you are.” Green Man’s mind tell’s him.
“Fucking bright!”
BANG!! is the sound of the hammer being driven into the trunk. A nice deep dent is forming on the vintage steel.
“Don’t even get me started on him as how he so much greater he is than you.” His mind tells him
“Sephiroth.” Green Man says which sis followed by a loud BANG!!!
“He beat your sorry ass and so did Scavenger. Christ man you are a loser for sure.” Green Man is told.
“I AM NOT!” Green Man yells
“Please. Fucking Quicksand would kick your ass.” His mind runs through his head.
“HE WOULD NOT!” Green Man yells as he snaps as starts to swing the hammer as hard and as fast as he can on the trunk lid.
“LOSER!” rings as loud as it can through his mind.
Green Man screams and throws the hammer through the rear window. The glass explodes and shatters all over the place. Green Man turns around and latches on to anything that is on the work bench, Parts, Tools, his tool box and just starts to flings it all over the garage trashing the place. The tool box ends up bouncing off the roof of the car. Green Man takes his floor drill press and picks it up and chucks it through the garage door. A cabin that is full of all kinds of things ends up being turned over and ends up falling on the car as paint cans, parts, more tools and god knows what spill out onto the car. The parts cleaner he has is also turned over on it side as the cleaning solvent spills onto the floor. Green Man picks up anything that isn’t bolted down and throws it as hard as he can in any direction, most of the stuff ends up being bounced off the car leaving it dented and banged in. Meanwhile running through his mind is “LOSER!” as Green Man just goes crazy. A few more things such as a few more of his tool boxes, he has many by the way end up either implanting themselves off the car or through the garage door. The place looks like hurricane has just ripped through the garage. Meanwhile “LOSER!” runs through his mind over and over.
The Garage door ends up coming off the hinges and clasps. It’s an old garage. Green Man picks up a chain. He wraps it some of it around his hand and then starts to whip the front of the car. Screaming the whole time as the word “LOSER!” gets louder and louder in his mind.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! GET OUT OF MY MIND! I AM NOT A LOSER! I WILL PROVE IT TO YOU!” Green Man yells out as he just whips the car to death. The hood of the car is so fucked dup and the grill is broken in a million pieces.
“FUCK YOU HAMMER! FUCK YOU BRIGHT! FUCK YOU TODD! XAIN AND THE XWA! YOU ALL CAN KISS MY BIG WHITE ASS!” Green Man shouts as this seems to be therapeutic for him. He doesn’t stop whipping the car and the chain is starting to dig into his knuckles and they are starting to bleed.
“ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Green Man screams as loud as he can as he sends the chain flying across the hood of the car a few more times. He grabs his head and bends over and starts to pull his hair out.
“FUCK!” Green Man growls as he stand sup still pulling his hair.
“YOU!” He says as he stumbles around in a circle and swings the chain around but doesn’t hit anything other than his leg. He’s breathing hard as he stumbles around and falls into the side of his truck. You the truck, the one he restored not to long ago. The truck he loves and cares for.
He ends up behind the wheel of the truck the chain still wrapped around his hand. He starts up the truck and jams it into gear and punches the gas. The rear tires spin and kick up frozen dirt as the truck speeds away but is not heading down the drive way. The driver side door isn’t even shut.
Green Man screams and yells in pain as he drives straight into a tree. The impact is hard and sudden. The tree took a huge shot and it moves as broken limps come tumbling to the ground and end up landing on the top of the truck. The radiator explodes on impact and water and antifreeze spray all over the place. Green Man who wasn’t wearing his seatbelt in his madden state slams face first into the windshield. His face is all bloody as everything slowly comes to a stop. Some how Green Man wasn’t killed in the impact. He leans back in the seat of the destroyed truck. He is semi with it as he slides his legs out of the truck. The chain falls out of his hands as he stand sup out of the truck. His legs are shaky as he stumbles towards the nearest tree. Blood runs like a river down his face. He slowly whips blood away from his eyes and he starts to walk into the forest that his house in in the middle of. It’s early in the morning but light is still very little with a heavy cloud cover. He stumbles from tree to tree stopping and leaning up against each one of them mumbling
“i am not a loser...”
Green Man slowly fades into the deep dark forest where no one is around for miles. No one heard this and no one will know what happened to him and a man bleeding very heavy is walking into the forest, the one place he shouldn’t be right now.
To be continued....................
The following week saw Green Man in the semi finals for the North American title against Rigor Mortis. A match that Green Man looked forward to not because it would bring him one more step closer to the North American title but because he has never faced Rigor and wanted to do. This match picked up where the last one ended with a victory. 2002 was going to be huge. The following week is the pay per view, Ground Zero and what Green Man thought would be his return to the North American title.
But sadly, like always, when Green Man gets close to a title that means anything he ends but getting screwed over seven ways to Sunday. The match ended in a double count out and his bid for the North American title was all over as next week on Warfare he was left out of the battle royal for the North American title. That Xtreme Warfare wasn’t all that great for Green Man as well as a trend would begin to start as his match that week was a no decision.
The month of January was over with. The last two matches left a sour taste in Green Man’s mouth. And February wasn’t going to be any better. A lose on the 5th. A lose on the 12th that cost him the Hardcore title. Not only can he not hold a title that means anything but now he can’t hold a title period as The Power Trip made sure of that. And finally. Last night. In a match that didn’t mean nothing. The match had no meaning at all and guess what. Yup, They made sure Green Man wouldn’t win that match either.
Three straight loses. No Hardcore title. No outlook ahead of him that he can see looks like he wouldn’t be able to win a match with out some how battling three or more people. The rest of February and March looks to be very difficult for him. Xain has betrayed him. Hammer wants to kill his son and make sure Green Man loses every match from now till he dies. And on top of that, The XWA it self is running a muck with ego maniacs and sore losers who have to cheat to win and cost any one a match at all cost and our beloved President can’t get a handle on it and his solution was to strip Xain of the title and hold a six pack match at the March Pay Per View.
Yup that solves everything.
Green Man would just soon forget about last night. It was hard enough stomaching his third straight lose but seeing his son being beaten to a pulp by the hands of the two biggest homophonic the world has ever seen. I think it is safe to say that the gays in wrestling do not have any equal rights. Normally Green Man would stay behind at least one night after Warfare but after what went down last night he just didn’t care anymore. He picked himself up off the mat and picked up his broken pride and dragged it behind me like a piece of shit that it has become to the airport and caught a late night flight home. Right now Green Man knows how the whole city of Chicago feels like every time the Bulls take the court.
He didn’t even stop at his locker room to get his bags and his stuff. He left it behind. He just didn’t care at that point. Joe went to the local hospital and Green Man didn’t even go there. What’s the use he thought. Joe will rebound and still won’t be able to get any revenge as he still doesn’t have his mangers license for the XWA which is looking more and more of a conspiracy every day. Green Man didn’t go to bed last night either. How could he? What’s the use?
In the wee hours of the day Green Man picked him self up and walked out to the garage hoping that working on his race car would ease his mind. Maybe even take it off of wrestling and how he is constantly being fucked. But after a hour of tinkering he ended up sitting on a stool at the far end of the garage spinning a hammer in his hand. His mind id running wild filling it with all kinds of thought.....
“Just give it up and retire. Your old and clearly a has been by now. What is the sense of staying around when you can’t perform at your best. You can’t teach a old dog new tricks. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him win a match. You can trust no one as you can plainly see with Xain. Wouldn’t surprise me if Stallion stabbed you in the back next week. Well that is if you have the balls to show up and lose again. Your a loser. Loser. Can you hear me. A loser! A sad looking broken down old man with scars on his legs from being burned worthless loser.” Green Man’s mind keeps telling him.
“You don’t have what it takes anymore. Just face the fact, listen to the music that everyone is saying. It’s call tough love and your learning the hard way. Hammer has been telling you this for how long now? Bright who has never even faced you yet has been saying the same thing and even Sephiroth who just faced you for the first time ever told you the same thing. It’s over Johnny. I know you watched that movie. Maybe you should take that line to heart. Just give it up and do something else. No one now a days wrestle over the age of 46 and neither should you. And there is a reason for that. It’s because old guys suck and can’t move. Do you want to be wrestling on the wheelchair circuit or something? How about the United Cane Federation? Hobble Around like Old Men wrestling Federation? I know what you are aiming for! The We Are Way Past Our Prime but can’t give it up federation. Your making a mockery of your self. You COULD have been known as being great but forget that now.” His mind tells him.
Green Man stands and leans on the trunk of the race car. The hammer is in his hand. He shakes his head no trying to push those thoughts out of head.
“Fucking Xain.” Green Man says. “After all I did for him.” he adds.
“But he is better than you are....just like you said he was.” his mind reminds you.
Green Man lowers his head to the surface of the trunk. He starts to tap the hammer on the trunk lid as well.
“Shut up!” Green Man says.
“It’s not my fault Xain is better than you. IN fact he should have of dumped you a long time ago seeing that he was carrying your old ass.” His mind tell him.
“NO!!” Green Man shouts a she stand up and drives the hammer into the hood of the trunk.
“IT’S TRUE!” Echo’s on his mind.
“XAIN!” Green Man shouts as he drives the hammer into the trunk again.
“Is better than you are.” His mind quickly tells him.
“Hammer.” Green Man says as he drives the hammer on the trunk hood again.
“Is way better than you are.” Green Man’s mind tell’s him.
“Fucking bright!”
BANG!! is the sound of the hammer being driven into the trunk. A nice deep dent is forming on the vintage steel.
“Don’t even get me started on him as how he so much greater he is than you.” His mind tells him
“Sephiroth.” Green Man says which sis followed by a loud BANG!!!
“He beat your sorry ass and so did Scavenger. Christ man you are a loser for sure.” Green Man is told.
“I AM NOT!” Green Man yells
“Please. Fucking Quicksand would kick your ass.” His mind runs through his head.
“HE WOULD NOT!” Green Man yells as he snaps as starts to swing the hammer as hard and as fast as he can on the trunk lid.
“LOSER!” rings as loud as it can through his mind.
Green Man screams and throws the hammer through the rear window. The glass explodes and shatters all over the place. Green Man turns around and latches on to anything that is on the work bench, Parts, Tools, his tool box and just starts to flings it all over the garage trashing the place. The tool box ends up bouncing off the roof of the car. Green Man takes his floor drill press and picks it up and chucks it through the garage door. A cabin that is full of all kinds of things ends up being turned over and ends up falling on the car as paint cans, parts, more tools and god knows what spill out onto the car. The parts cleaner he has is also turned over on it side as the cleaning solvent spills onto the floor. Green Man picks up anything that isn’t bolted down and throws it as hard as he can in any direction, most of the stuff ends up being bounced off the car leaving it dented and banged in. Meanwhile running through his mind is “LOSER!” as Green Man just goes crazy. A few more things such as a few more of his tool boxes, he has many by the way end up either implanting themselves off the car or through the garage door. The place looks like hurricane has just ripped through the garage. Meanwhile “LOSER!” runs through his mind over and over.
The Garage door ends up coming off the hinges and clasps. It’s an old garage. Green Man picks up a chain. He wraps it some of it around his hand and then starts to whip the front of the car. Screaming the whole time as the word “LOSER!” gets louder and louder in his mind.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! GET OUT OF MY MIND! I AM NOT A LOSER! I WILL PROVE IT TO YOU!” Green Man yells out as he just whips the car to death. The hood of the car is so fucked dup and the grill is broken in a million pieces.
“FUCK YOU HAMMER! FUCK YOU BRIGHT! FUCK YOU TODD! XAIN AND THE XWA! YOU ALL CAN KISS MY BIG WHITE ASS!” Green Man shouts as this seems to be therapeutic for him. He doesn’t stop whipping the car and the chain is starting to dig into his knuckles and they are starting to bleed.
“ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Green Man screams as loud as he can as he sends the chain flying across the hood of the car a few more times. He grabs his head and bends over and starts to pull his hair out.
“FUCK!” Green Man growls as he stand sup still pulling his hair.
“YOU!” He says as he stumbles around in a circle and swings the chain around but doesn’t hit anything other than his leg. He’s breathing hard as he stumbles around and falls into the side of his truck. You the truck, the one he restored not to long ago. The truck he loves and cares for.
He ends up behind the wheel of the truck the chain still wrapped around his hand. He starts up the truck and jams it into gear and punches the gas. The rear tires spin and kick up frozen dirt as the truck speeds away but is not heading down the drive way. The driver side door isn’t even shut.
Green Man screams and yells in pain as he drives straight into a tree. The impact is hard and sudden. The tree took a huge shot and it moves as broken limps come tumbling to the ground and end up landing on the top of the truck. The radiator explodes on impact and water and antifreeze spray all over the place. Green Man who wasn’t wearing his seatbelt in his madden state slams face first into the windshield. His face is all bloody as everything slowly comes to a stop. Some how Green Man wasn’t killed in the impact. He leans back in the seat of the destroyed truck. He is semi with it as he slides his legs out of the truck. The chain falls out of his hands as he stand sup out of the truck. His legs are shaky as he stumbles towards the nearest tree. Blood runs like a river down his face. He slowly whips blood away from his eyes and he starts to walk into the forest that his house in in the middle of. It’s early in the morning but light is still very little with a heavy cloud cover. He stumbles from tree to tree stopping and leaning up against each one of them mumbling
“i am not a loser...”
Green Man slowly fades into the deep dark forest where no one is around for miles. No one heard this and no one will know what happened to him and a man bleeding very heavy is walking into the forest, the one place he shouldn’t be right now.
To be continued....................