Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 20:15:31 GMT
It’s early in the morning, a day after Redemption. The great Seattle weather has blessed us once again with a cold early morning shower. But that doesn’t stop Green Man. No sir, He is out and about with his long faded green trench coat. Down town, near the bars and clubs that created a few bands we might have heard of. Nirvana, Pearl Jam just to name a few. With his hands in his pockets, Green Man strolls along as the rain water beads up and rolls off beard and long gray hair.
It was just another pay per view to him. Just another match in his book. Nothing to get all wet about, after all it was just a match with Viper. A guy, who after Green Man stepped off the plane and said a few words, went on to flap his gums for hours and hours that lead up to the match. And Viper said he doesn’t talk shit. All pissed off he was, This Viper, This man, kid, who thought in the back of his mind he could if he tried, and fell just that much short. Thinking was his downfall Green Man thinks. Viper thought to damn much. And ran his mouth, and he tapped like a little bitch in less than three minutes.
“Three minutes.” Green Man says as he stops in front of this club. Must be a favorite hang out stop as the place looks like it gets very busy at night, with the broken beer bottle all around, the windows flooded over with up coming concert posters and such.
“Much like Rob, The real deal Stallion. I too had a very, how can I say it? Boring? Pay Per View. I went out there, with no hype, no reason to fight Viper other than for the pocket full of cash I would get for it, and I beat him, bent him and made him tap in just over three minutes. Three minutes, I didn’t even break a sweat.” Green Man says as he takes a few more steps looking at all the posters.
“God I’m good.” He says with a smile.
“But enough about me. And enough about Viper. Lets talk about Stallion.”
Green Man turns around and leans up against the glass. The small ledge above shields him from the rain.
“To say that I asked for this match Rob, is total BS. I didn’t ask for it, probably no more than you did. Why would I ask for it? I know I can beat you, and I pretty much did two weeks ago. And my hand would have been held in victory if it wasn’t for the referee and your roll or quarters helping you. I’m glad that you got that win, I really am. Your the one that has to life day to day with the fact that you couldn’t beat the old broken down man fair and square. And you can tell yourself at night that you did, but we have the video tape to prove other wise. No, Rob, I didn’t ask for this match. Maybe you did. But I didn’t. Maybe, Todd is being nice and giving us a rematch, hell I don’t know. But Tuesday will come like it does every week, and Warfare will hit the airwaves like it does every week, and we will step into the ring like we do every week and we shall go at it one more time.”
Green Man pauses as he pulls his hands out of his pockets and blows into his hands to warm em up. His coat opens up for a split second as he puts his hands back in his pockets revealing a white shirt.
“One more time, but we shall do it differently this time. Like you suggested, we will have a little extra added bonus this week.”
This time Green Man pulls out a pack of cigs. He lights one up.
“First off, no referee Heltift or what ever his name was or is. He sucks as a referee and is one blind mother fucker. I know blind people that see better than he does. Secondly. No DQ. And third. a submission match. I want to see if you can really make me tap. I made Viper squeal like a pig in three minutes. And yeah Viper, I guess I was ready huh?”
Green Man takes a few more drags.
“I can’t wait for Tuesday Stallion. I really can’t. And I will tell you why.”
Green Man opens the coat up to reveal a Rob Stallion Legend slayer shirt.
“I want to thank you for this cool shirt, and I want to show you how much a=of a huge fan I am of yours. And it will be a honor to get in that ring with you one more time. Hopefully I can get my 20 bucks worth for this shirt, you know.”
Green Man smiles as he flicks the not even half finished cig away.
“I once heard a song, titled I hate you, but I will be damned if I could remember who sang that song. The name of the band is right on the tip of my tongue. I just don’t remember them. Maybe you could help me there Stallion.” Green Man says as he walks away from the window, and a poster promoting the upcoming Slayer concert hangs for all to see.
“It went something like I hate you, I really do! Was such a bad ass song.” Green Man says as he starts to make his way down the sidewalk, As he disappears over the crest of the hill, we faintly hear “in what world...”
Fade to black..................................................
It was just another pay per view to him. Just another match in his book. Nothing to get all wet about, after all it was just a match with Viper. A guy, who after Green Man stepped off the plane and said a few words, went on to flap his gums for hours and hours that lead up to the match. And Viper said he doesn’t talk shit. All pissed off he was, This Viper, This man, kid, who thought in the back of his mind he could if he tried, and fell just that much short. Thinking was his downfall Green Man thinks. Viper thought to damn much. And ran his mouth, and he tapped like a little bitch in less than three minutes.
“Three minutes.” Green Man says as he stops in front of this club. Must be a favorite hang out stop as the place looks like it gets very busy at night, with the broken beer bottle all around, the windows flooded over with up coming concert posters and such.
“Much like Rob, The real deal Stallion. I too had a very, how can I say it? Boring? Pay Per View. I went out there, with no hype, no reason to fight Viper other than for the pocket full of cash I would get for it, and I beat him, bent him and made him tap in just over three minutes. Three minutes, I didn’t even break a sweat.” Green Man says as he takes a few more steps looking at all the posters.
“God I’m good.” He says with a smile.
“But enough about me. And enough about Viper. Lets talk about Stallion.”
Green Man turns around and leans up against the glass. The small ledge above shields him from the rain.
“To say that I asked for this match Rob, is total BS. I didn’t ask for it, probably no more than you did. Why would I ask for it? I know I can beat you, and I pretty much did two weeks ago. And my hand would have been held in victory if it wasn’t for the referee and your roll or quarters helping you. I’m glad that you got that win, I really am. Your the one that has to life day to day with the fact that you couldn’t beat the old broken down man fair and square. And you can tell yourself at night that you did, but we have the video tape to prove other wise. No, Rob, I didn’t ask for this match. Maybe you did. But I didn’t. Maybe, Todd is being nice and giving us a rematch, hell I don’t know. But Tuesday will come like it does every week, and Warfare will hit the airwaves like it does every week, and we will step into the ring like we do every week and we shall go at it one more time.”
Green Man pauses as he pulls his hands out of his pockets and blows into his hands to warm em up. His coat opens up for a split second as he puts his hands back in his pockets revealing a white shirt.
“One more time, but we shall do it differently this time. Like you suggested, we will have a little extra added bonus this week.”
This time Green Man pulls out a pack of cigs. He lights one up.
“First off, no referee Heltift or what ever his name was or is. He sucks as a referee and is one blind mother fucker. I know blind people that see better than he does. Secondly. No DQ. And third. a submission match. I want to see if you can really make me tap. I made Viper squeal like a pig in three minutes. And yeah Viper, I guess I was ready huh?”
Green Man takes a few more drags.
“I can’t wait for Tuesday Stallion. I really can’t. And I will tell you why.”
Green Man opens the coat up to reveal a Rob Stallion Legend slayer shirt.
“I want to thank you for this cool shirt, and I want to show you how much a=of a huge fan I am of yours. And it will be a honor to get in that ring with you one more time. Hopefully I can get my 20 bucks worth for this shirt, you know.”
Green Man smiles as he flicks the not even half finished cig away.
“I once heard a song, titled I hate you, but I will be damned if I could remember who sang that song. The name of the band is right on the tip of my tongue. I just don’t remember them. Maybe you could help me there Stallion.” Green Man says as he walks away from the window, and a poster promoting the upcoming Slayer concert hangs for all to see.
“It went something like I hate you, I really do! Was such a bad ass song.” Green Man says as he starts to make his way down the sidewalk, As he disappears over the crest of the hill, we faintly hear “in what world...”
Fade to black..................................................