Post by Steve Sinclair on Aug 9, 2015 23:12:51 GMT
I see you
Brooklyn NY.
A row of Brownstones make up the setting along a busy street in good old Brooklyn. For the most part they all look the same except for some differences here and there. The biggest differences comes from the curb appeal of each one. Some have been done up with benches, small flower gardens, stuff like that. In middle of the row of houses is a plain looking one. No sitting area. No flowers. Nothing. It’s a plain Jane. The only thing on this one home that even gives a hint that someone is living there is a small wooden sign on the door that has a red rose on it and the words : “Home is where the heart is”
The front door opens and stepping out in black jeans, unlaced work boots and a plain white button up shirt that has several of the top buttons undone and his white mask is Spotter. The other half of Racin’ Tyme. He steps out onto the front steps and closes the door behind him. He holds his hand up as to wave.
”Jake. How yo doing?”
Jake is the camera guy, the official cameraman for Racin’ Tyme.
”I’m doing fine [bleep]. Thanks for asking. How are you today?” Jake asks.
Spotter takes a deep breath and gives a quick look around the hood. ”Jake I am fucking fantastic today! Do you know why?”
”uhhh….why?”
”Today is the day that marks the day before I make my MNB debut! But today is also the day that Kenny finds out if he gets that part in the new upcoming show on broadway.”
”Really? Jake says. Man of many words.
Spotter quickly jogs down the steps to his brownstone to join Jake on the sidewalk. ”Hell yeah Jake! I’m on my way to meet him for lunch to see if he got the part. Wanna tag along?”
”uhhh. Okay.”
As they start walking down the sidewalk Jake keeps the camera on Spotter.
”So...Spotter. Do you want to talk about the EWC? Your match on Brawl?”
”I could Jake. I could and in fact….I think I will. Where do you want to start?”
”uhhh….How about last week in the FSW?”
Spotter chuckles. ”Ah yes. Our not so great debut in a table match? That one? The one in which we lost?”
Spotter shrugs
”I’ve told DJR I don’t know how many times that he needs to get over his fear of fighting the girls. It’s no secret that he struggles with that and that might have been our downfall but you know Jake. Let Kruzzer and his girl have that one. They can bask in the glory that they are one of only 4 teams to ever have defeated Racin’ Tyme. It’s a short list for sure. One that won’t grow this week. Hell, I know this. If we were to have a rematch against those two. You know what would happen?”
”What?”
”Racin’ Tyme would win. There has never been a team to defeat us twice and there is a reason for that and that reason would be we’re just that damn good. It’s rare to find a team that has been around as long as we have Jake. It’s rare to find a team that is in it for the tag team gold. A lot of these teams you see nowadays are just in it because they are two guys who can’t cut it in singles competition and they hope that by teaming up, they can jumpstart their career. Not us. Take me for example. I’m a multi time world champion. 11 time champion and that’s not bad for someone who has really only worked in 5 promotions. I’m not one of those guys who jump from ship to ship when the seas get rocky. I’m in there for the long haul.”
”Well then how would you explain what you two are doing now?” Jakes says. Always the provocative thinker he is. Asking the tough questions.
Spotter chuckles. ”Oh Jake even the best of teams have a desire to go out and earn a couple of extra bucks and test themselves among some of the best in the sport and let’s face it. Kruzer and Jezzabell, they weren’t ever going to cross our paths. People we run into at shows, at signings. People on Twitter, Facebook. They are like. Hey why don’t you guys come on down to here and there and face so and so. I would love to see you guys face this team and that team and.”
Spotter stops and looks at Jake.
”Here we are. Giving the fans what they want. Racin’ Tyme we have hit the road! Hunting down the other so called best teams out there and we’re going to find them. We’ll leave no rock unturned, we will find them and when we do. We’ll challenge them to a fight and we’ll beat them. Simple as that and if they just happen to have tag belts. Well.” Spotter smirks under his mask. ”We’ll take them too.”
Spotter starts to walk again and Jake keeps up with him.
”That’s why we found our way here to the EWC, to Monday Night Brawl! Not a original name for a show but whatever. The IWC does a whole lot of crowing when it comes to this place so I looked at DJR and I said. DJR. That’s where we’re going. On this road trip of ours, it’ll be a huge blow to the IWC when the greatest tag team in the history of professional wrestling has those belts hanging off of their shoulders. I’m sure there is a group who don’t like us, don’t like what we stand for, whatever. Everyone has to have a hobby in life and if it’s hating on Racin’ Tyme, then I’m glad for you but we make no bones about it Jake. We’re here for those belts and those belts alone. Last week we were right here in NYC for the FSW and this Monday, Racin’ Tyme hits prime time. And Racin’ Tyme will be facing off against two guys who just don’t like each other.”
Spotter glances at Jake as they make their way down the sidewalk.
”I don’t know what has those two at odds. I don’t know who pissed off who and quite frankly Jake, I don’t care. They are just two dudes that the EWC has feed us and damn it Jake, Racin’ Tyme is a hungry machine. We gobble up teams and spit them out. The fact that they don’t get along is only going to make our job that much easier. Don’t think for a second we won’t get those two to go back to hating each other. In chaos we will thrive and among that chaos, victory shall be ours!”
Spotter wags his finger at Jake.
”I’ll be the first to admit, I have no idea what the big deal is over 9 minutes between those two. Most women would be thrilled that their man could last nine minutes on any given night…….or so I heard. You see Jake you have to have the mindset of a hit and miss engine. With it’s long powerful strokes, built for the long haul, big girthy wonderful works of art…...you ever go to a antique engine show Jake?”
”uhh...no?”
”You should. There is nothing like watching some of those huge engines roar to life. The oil fields in the turn of the century had the biggest and baddest engines ever built and some of them are still running today. That is what you should aim to be, a 22 ton 20,000 cubic inch engine that has stood the test of time and continued to keep on running 100 years later. I don’t care how long it takes me to get the job done, I will be the last man standing. You won’t hear me say, if I was just one second quicker.” Spotter snickers.
”Truth be told Jake when I’m with Kenny, my sweet lovely Kenny, I want one more second if you know what I mean.”
Spotter bumps his forearm into Jake. Jake doesn’t say anything.
”Those boys want to see who beats who faster? Then those two are in luck because Racin’ Tyme…..not only are we the best. Not only are we the greatest. But we’re the fastest team to ever step in that ring and we’ll run circle around those boys. We’ll hit em so fast, so hard they will have no idea what just hit em and quicker than the speed of light we’ll have them on their backs looking up at the lights.”
Spotter stops in front of this old warehouse looking building.
”When it’s all said and done those two will be saying Wham bam thank you mama because this match will be over with that quickly. You won’t need nine minutes. You won’t need six minutes. This will go down as the quickest tag match in the history of wrestling! We’ll be that efficient that King Flip, Reid, won’t break a sweat and they can get back to who is the quickest draw of the EWC. As of right now. It’s Racin’ Tyme. The only time of the day you need to be concerned with. Now if you excuse me. I’m going to go inside this building and see the love of my life. You take care Jake.”
”uhhh Thanks.”
Spotter makes his way inside the building as the scene fades out…………..