Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 20:13:47 GMT
Back home, like most of the XWA roster. Home to relax, get ready for next week, to see love ones and maybe take care of some business. What ever floats their boats. And to take time and to reflect on what is the XWA to some, some like Green Man.
Some where in the vast forest that is owned by Green Man, way deep back in the woods, on a cliff that over looks a waterfall and a stream, sits one Green Man, with his feet hanging over the edge. His shoes are off and rest on the ground next to him with his coat. It’s getting cold up in the north and the air is crisp, snow is in the air and it will be soon when the white stuff begins to fall and covers the ground. Time like this will soon be spent in the cabin, to stay warm next to the fire. Time is ticking away, and Green Man only has a few more trip to this place, his special place, where he comes to think and to recharge.
The valley is deep from up on top of the cliff. A mist of water fills the valley from the crashing water. It’s no Great falls or Nigeria falls, but hey, It works.
A peaceful Green Man soaks it all in, as his mind wonders about the XWA.........
“We have a new champion. Bright has been beaten for the second time. New tag champs, TV champion. North American champion. Reports filled, aired, and the top ten. And yet, no mention of me. Only Rob. Xain, And that Dazzling Kid. Cyrus Angel beats Eternity again. And Lobo is a bum. Has the SSM fallen apart or what? A change of power if you will have taken place with in. All as one, but so against each other. And then, There is this girl that everyone is after. I don’t even know her name, and yet, I don’t care. She is just a whore for all I care. And why would any one spend any time trying to get her. She is a waste of time for all I care, and I don’t care for her at all. And then, Rob Stallion. Climbing his way up the XWA ladder. Could he be the next to face Hammer?” Green Man thinks to him self. He stands up and slides his shoes back on. He stands at the ledge for a few seconds, saying good bye to the place and starts to make his way back to the cabin, a half hour walk away........................................
Thirty minutes later.................
Green Man walks up on his porch of his home, his castle, his cabin. He takes a seat in his rocking chair on his porch. The sun is setting and the night is starting to fall on everything.
“Night falls like it does every day, at the end of the day, where we go to sleep, to relax, to recharge and get ready for the next day. It also means more day has passed and I am one more day closer to Tuesday and Extreme Warfare. And it will be the Warfare that will finally prove that Rob isn’t the real deal. I must say, That is gay man. I’m Rob Stallion, and I am the real deal. I have heard of a few catch phrases or two in my life, but that one is the most retarded one I have ever heard, right next to Hammer’s I don’t care one. Rob, No one cares if you the real deal, in fact, there is no way of proving that you are the real deal, because first, you have to have guidelines stating what would qualify as a real deal. And, well, in wrestling, there just isn’t any. Yeah you could compare yourself to others before. But, what does that prove? That your unoriginal and can’t think for yourself. That your a copycat and plain? Then you go and say your the Legend slayer. Now, who did you kill? Not me, cause as you can see, I am very well alive.”
Green Man stands up and walks towards the steps of the porch and leans up against one of the columns.
“The only thing you have going is that you have a camera glued to your ass twenty four seven. The whole fucking XWA roster does. No matter where they go, there is a camera. And yet, here I am with out a camera. Alone, just me, and no damn camera. I don’t have to document everything in my live, so I can replay it to the old farts in the retirement home when I am no good any more. I won’t have any tape to pop in the VCR and go, Looks guys, this is what I did in my life, Told you I was a wrestler! Now watch you fuckers. And then bore them with some hundred and some on hours of useless video tape. And Rob, what will that prove? That at one time, you were someone? Hell when it’s all said and done with and you retire, No one will give a fuck. And when you die, No will care. Hell, no one will remember. No one cares. Much like how no one cares that you are blaming me for this match. If any one is bitching about it, It’s you. If any one is making a big deal over this, it’s you. And I like you made a big deal on your move there douche nozzle. A inverted STF, The deathlock...WOW! Like blow me the fuck over there Rob. No one cares ass cushion. Hell I can make you tap in over one thousand submission moves, But I don’t go around and brag about them. What good does it do me? None. Your not that impressive Robbie. And I have no idea how your head got so bloated over a few victories and a title reign here and there. A title reign only means that your bound to lose and people will take note of that.”
Green Man moves down one step.
“Tuesday, we will see. We will see. “ Green Man says as he turns around and heads toward the front door. And as the scene fades to black, we can hear him say “In what world Rob, In what world can.........................”
Some where in the vast forest that is owned by Green Man, way deep back in the woods, on a cliff that over looks a waterfall and a stream, sits one Green Man, with his feet hanging over the edge. His shoes are off and rest on the ground next to him with his coat. It’s getting cold up in the north and the air is crisp, snow is in the air and it will be soon when the white stuff begins to fall and covers the ground. Time like this will soon be spent in the cabin, to stay warm next to the fire. Time is ticking away, and Green Man only has a few more trip to this place, his special place, where he comes to think and to recharge.
The valley is deep from up on top of the cliff. A mist of water fills the valley from the crashing water. It’s no Great falls or Nigeria falls, but hey, It works.
A peaceful Green Man soaks it all in, as his mind wonders about the XWA.........
“We have a new champion. Bright has been beaten for the second time. New tag champs, TV champion. North American champion. Reports filled, aired, and the top ten. And yet, no mention of me. Only Rob. Xain, And that Dazzling Kid. Cyrus Angel beats Eternity again. And Lobo is a bum. Has the SSM fallen apart or what? A change of power if you will have taken place with in. All as one, but so against each other. And then, There is this girl that everyone is after. I don’t even know her name, and yet, I don’t care. She is just a whore for all I care. And why would any one spend any time trying to get her. She is a waste of time for all I care, and I don’t care for her at all. And then, Rob Stallion. Climbing his way up the XWA ladder. Could he be the next to face Hammer?” Green Man thinks to him self. He stands up and slides his shoes back on. He stands at the ledge for a few seconds, saying good bye to the place and starts to make his way back to the cabin, a half hour walk away........................................
Thirty minutes later.................
Green Man walks up on his porch of his home, his castle, his cabin. He takes a seat in his rocking chair on his porch. The sun is setting and the night is starting to fall on everything.
“Night falls like it does every day, at the end of the day, where we go to sleep, to relax, to recharge and get ready for the next day. It also means more day has passed and I am one more day closer to Tuesday and Extreme Warfare. And it will be the Warfare that will finally prove that Rob isn’t the real deal. I must say, That is gay man. I’m Rob Stallion, and I am the real deal. I have heard of a few catch phrases or two in my life, but that one is the most retarded one I have ever heard, right next to Hammer’s I don’t care one. Rob, No one cares if you the real deal, in fact, there is no way of proving that you are the real deal, because first, you have to have guidelines stating what would qualify as a real deal. And, well, in wrestling, there just isn’t any. Yeah you could compare yourself to others before. But, what does that prove? That your unoriginal and can’t think for yourself. That your a copycat and plain? Then you go and say your the Legend slayer. Now, who did you kill? Not me, cause as you can see, I am very well alive.”
Green Man stands up and walks towards the steps of the porch and leans up against one of the columns.
“The only thing you have going is that you have a camera glued to your ass twenty four seven. The whole fucking XWA roster does. No matter where they go, there is a camera. And yet, here I am with out a camera. Alone, just me, and no damn camera. I don’t have to document everything in my live, so I can replay it to the old farts in the retirement home when I am no good any more. I won’t have any tape to pop in the VCR and go, Looks guys, this is what I did in my life, Told you I was a wrestler! Now watch you fuckers. And then bore them with some hundred and some on hours of useless video tape. And Rob, what will that prove? That at one time, you were someone? Hell when it’s all said and done with and you retire, No one will give a fuck. And when you die, No will care. Hell, no one will remember. No one cares. Much like how no one cares that you are blaming me for this match. If any one is bitching about it, It’s you. If any one is making a big deal over this, it’s you. And I like you made a big deal on your move there douche nozzle. A inverted STF, The deathlock...WOW! Like blow me the fuck over there Rob. No one cares ass cushion. Hell I can make you tap in over one thousand submission moves, But I don’t go around and brag about them. What good does it do me? None. Your not that impressive Robbie. And I have no idea how your head got so bloated over a few victories and a title reign here and there. A title reign only means that your bound to lose and people will take note of that.”
Green Man moves down one step.
“Tuesday, we will see. We will see. “ Green Man says as he turns around and heads toward the front door. And as the scene fades to black, we can hear him say “In what world Rob, In what world can.........................”