Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 18:34:03 GMT
Back home......
Deep in the woods of Vermont, Some where in there, ducked away in the pines and oak’s rests a cabin. A log cabin. It’s not much to see really, but is good none the less. It has a huge front porch, and a big back porch which has been converted into a workshop of sorts. A 2 bedroom cabin, with all the goodies for some one like Green Man. Off the back, behind the cabin is a old garage. A garage that has his old green 1968 Ford Fairlane in it. But enough about his cabin.
Back in town. On the main drag, just off the beaten path, just a you turn the bend, pops up a huge building. Some of it new, some of it old. Above the doors, and the full face window’s is a small sign that reads “Ted’s” Ted’s is a gym that just happens to be owned by one Green Man. A few addition he has put on the place this year, nothing to brag about. In side, all new equipment. And to go with all of that, more paying members. Live is good. In fact Green Man is making a very good living here as he has Members going from miles around to use his gym. Off the back is a old warehouse that has been converted into a small standing room only arena. Green Man’s nephew, KC, who used to wrestle under the name Crash, a seven foot 325 pound freak owns, and runs, and promotes his own indie federation out of the gym every Friday night. The fed is one you have never heard of, called the VWF. Like I said, you never heard of it before.
And that is why we are here today. It’s Friday. And the show must go on, and Green Man has paper work to go over and bills to pay on top of that as well. In the back of the gym, in the arena room he named it, Green Man sits up on the stage that over looks the whole place. From here, he watches the shows and all of that good stuff. The place is painted black, Even the ceiling, and has old Christmas lights hanging from the rafters as well. A hand made banner hangs from the rafters too. And the ring, is old, Some 40 years old and has seem better days. That is the same ring that Green Man bought way back when he started his own little wrestling school. A school that he still runs, just a smaller scale now a days. Like one student at a time.
Back to the stage. Green Man sits there reading a book. Waiting for his old buddy Captain Howdy. And right on cue, Howdy walks in.
“Hey Ted.” Howdy says.
Green Man looks up at him. “Hey! About time.”
“I know, But what can I do?”
“Maybe be here on time? I’m not doing all this shit by my self.” Green Man says as he puts the book down. They jump off the stage and leaning up against the wall are two push brooms. Each grabs one and they begin to sweep the place down. Exciting huh?
They always wait till the last minute to sweep the place down from the last show. No one wants to do it. But Howdy and Green Man always get stuck doing it week after week. There sweeping along when Howdy pops the question.
“ARW huh?”
Green Man smiles. “Yeah.”
“I thought you were retired?” Howdy says.
Green Man chuckles. “I am as retired as Terry Funk.”
“We all know that. But you said, the last time, This was it. No more.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. But I just couldn’t help it.”
“So how much was the contract?” Howdy said, Cause he knew old Ted couldn’t pass up money, the greedy bastard.
“Pretty good.”
“Thought so.” Howdy says.
“What? What’s wrong with making a easy buck or too?” Green Man says.
“The fact that you are 46, and your no spring chicken.”
“Oh stop. I’m in the best shape of my life. And all those young pups can learn something from me by stepping back and watching me work my magic.”
“I know, but you can do it another way...”
“Like how?” Green Man says as they stop sweeping. “Do you know what I just did in the ARW?”
“No.”
“Check this out. I made one appearance. And in that one show, I pissed off the champ. Made a name for myself. And I have a spot in the upper crust. In fact there smarty pants. You are looking at the special guest referee for the Main event at the PPV next week.” Green Man says with glee
“Your the ref?”
“Yeah.”
“That is touching. Really? Dare I ask what kind of match?”
“Three way, triple cage match.”
Howdy rolls his eyes. In Howdy’s younger years, He used to manage Green Man for the one who are wondering who Howdy is.
“What?” Green Man says.
“I just don’t believe you.”
“ That’s okay.”
“So, what are you planning on doing in this match, dare I ask?”
“Oh.” Green Man starts as he glances up at the rafters thinking. “ I think I will screw the champion, Get a few shots of my own in, Beat his ass. Help the other guys beat his ass. Toy with him during the match, and if he touches me, I will hand cuff him to the side of the cage, thus he’ll lose, and he will know I am the reason why he lost. But on top off all of that. I’ll screw the other guys from winning the title when they get to the top as well, Cause,....”
“Cause why?” Howdy adds.
“I can that’s why. There title, IS going to mine. I just hope Onslaught can deal with that kind of stress, Stress that a 46 year old guy is going to beat him, and talk his title, and his little doggie too.”
Howdy shakes his head. “Your unbelievable.”
“Hey, He did give me a new name though.”
“Yeah?” Howdy says, like after all this time, He thought he heard them all as well.
“Yeah, he called me Green Bean.”
Silence.
“O....K....” Howdy says.
“Yeah, That’s what I thought.”
“Let me guess. He made fun of your age too?”
“You know it. These wiper snappers will never learn will they?”
“I guess not.”
Green Man looks at the floor. “Come, lets get this shit done..........” He says as they go back to sweeping..............................
Deep in the woods of Vermont, Some where in there, ducked away in the pines and oak’s rests a cabin. A log cabin. It’s not much to see really, but is good none the less. It has a huge front porch, and a big back porch which has been converted into a workshop of sorts. A 2 bedroom cabin, with all the goodies for some one like Green Man. Off the back, behind the cabin is a old garage. A garage that has his old green 1968 Ford Fairlane in it. But enough about his cabin.
Back in town. On the main drag, just off the beaten path, just a you turn the bend, pops up a huge building. Some of it new, some of it old. Above the doors, and the full face window’s is a small sign that reads “Ted’s” Ted’s is a gym that just happens to be owned by one Green Man. A few addition he has put on the place this year, nothing to brag about. In side, all new equipment. And to go with all of that, more paying members. Live is good. In fact Green Man is making a very good living here as he has Members going from miles around to use his gym. Off the back is a old warehouse that has been converted into a small standing room only arena. Green Man’s nephew, KC, who used to wrestle under the name Crash, a seven foot 325 pound freak owns, and runs, and promotes his own indie federation out of the gym every Friday night. The fed is one you have never heard of, called the VWF. Like I said, you never heard of it before.
And that is why we are here today. It’s Friday. And the show must go on, and Green Man has paper work to go over and bills to pay on top of that as well. In the back of the gym, in the arena room he named it, Green Man sits up on the stage that over looks the whole place. From here, he watches the shows and all of that good stuff. The place is painted black, Even the ceiling, and has old Christmas lights hanging from the rafters as well. A hand made banner hangs from the rafters too. And the ring, is old, Some 40 years old and has seem better days. That is the same ring that Green Man bought way back when he started his own little wrestling school. A school that he still runs, just a smaller scale now a days. Like one student at a time.
Back to the stage. Green Man sits there reading a book. Waiting for his old buddy Captain Howdy. And right on cue, Howdy walks in.
“Hey Ted.” Howdy says.
Green Man looks up at him. “Hey! About time.”
“I know, But what can I do?”
“Maybe be here on time? I’m not doing all this shit by my self.” Green Man says as he puts the book down. They jump off the stage and leaning up against the wall are two push brooms. Each grabs one and they begin to sweep the place down. Exciting huh?
They always wait till the last minute to sweep the place down from the last show. No one wants to do it. But Howdy and Green Man always get stuck doing it week after week. There sweeping along when Howdy pops the question.
“ARW huh?”
Green Man smiles. “Yeah.”
“I thought you were retired?” Howdy says.
Green Man chuckles. “I am as retired as Terry Funk.”
“We all know that. But you said, the last time, This was it. No more.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. But I just couldn’t help it.”
“So how much was the contract?” Howdy said, Cause he knew old Ted couldn’t pass up money, the greedy bastard.
“Pretty good.”
“Thought so.” Howdy says.
“What? What’s wrong with making a easy buck or too?” Green Man says.
“The fact that you are 46, and your no spring chicken.”
“Oh stop. I’m in the best shape of my life. And all those young pups can learn something from me by stepping back and watching me work my magic.”
“I know, but you can do it another way...”
“Like how?” Green Man says as they stop sweeping. “Do you know what I just did in the ARW?”
“No.”
“Check this out. I made one appearance. And in that one show, I pissed off the champ. Made a name for myself. And I have a spot in the upper crust. In fact there smarty pants. You are looking at the special guest referee for the Main event at the PPV next week.” Green Man says with glee
“Your the ref?”
“Yeah.”
“That is touching. Really? Dare I ask what kind of match?”
“Three way, triple cage match.”
Howdy rolls his eyes. In Howdy’s younger years, He used to manage Green Man for the one who are wondering who Howdy is.
“What?” Green Man says.
“I just don’t believe you.”
“ That’s okay.”
“So, what are you planning on doing in this match, dare I ask?”
“Oh.” Green Man starts as he glances up at the rafters thinking. “ I think I will screw the champion, Get a few shots of my own in, Beat his ass. Help the other guys beat his ass. Toy with him during the match, and if he touches me, I will hand cuff him to the side of the cage, thus he’ll lose, and he will know I am the reason why he lost. But on top off all of that. I’ll screw the other guys from winning the title when they get to the top as well, Cause,....”
“Cause why?” Howdy adds.
“I can that’s why. There title, IS going to mine. I just hope Onslaught can deal with that kind of stress, Stress that a 46 year old guy is going to beat him, and talk his title, and his little doggie too.”
Howdy shakes his head. “Your unbelievable.”
“Hey, He did give me a new name though.”
“Yeah?” Howdy says, like after all this time, He thought he heard them all as well.
“Yeah, he called me Green Bean.”
Silence.
“O....K....” Howdy says.
“Yeah, That’s what I thought.”
“Let me guess. He made fun of your age too?”
“You know it. These wiper snappers will never learn will they?”
“I guess not.”
Green Man looks at the floor. “Come, lets get this shit done..........” He says as they go back to sweeping..............................