Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 28, 2017 14:23:52 GMT
Near Vancouver..........
“Well, I see.” Green Man says.
Standing out front in his hotel room, as night time falls upon the world, Green Man is left thinking about Tuesday, and his match with Rob Stallion. With a cold one in one hand, and a clove in the other, Green Man just can’t wait till he gets to the arena. Which reminds him.
“Crap!” He says. “I have all that press to do tomorrow.”
A live show, pre show for Warfare, and a meet and greet, and a internet chat thing. So much to do, and very little time.
“Oh well.” Green Man says as he takes a drink. “Guess I will just have to suck it up and hold my head up high and bash Rob Stallion all day tomorrow.” Green Man says with a chuckle. “After all. The fans remember me. Which is why I love the fans, unlike Rob Stallion. Rob, You say the fans don’t care, But I beg to differ. You see, I am remembered, even after I have retired three or four times. But I bet, if you were to fade away for a few months, no one would notice, nor remember. It’s a big world out there, and only a few bright spots remain in their tiny little minds, bright spots like me. That is why I don’t have to have a camera glued to my ass.”
Green Man flicks the clove away and turns and walks back inside his room. Shutting the door behind him, he put the bottle down on the table next to the door.
“Yeah. I know you work out, hell we all do stupid. But unlike you, I don’t have to get my mind ready for the match. I don’t have to spend time getting mentally prepared.”
Green Man sits down on the bed with a puzzled look on his face.
“It just hit me. How do you mentally get ready? I mean do you sit there jerking off going, I am Rob Stallion, I am the Real Deal over and over till you spunk all over yourself? Or do you have to write it on the walls, and mirrors so you can constantly see it in writing that you are a winner? Is that why you had those t shirts made up? I just don’t get it. I’ve been wrestling over 22 years and I have never once had to get mentally ready? Is there some form of work out for that or what?”
Green Man lays down on the bed.
“Mentally gets ready. Rob, I don’t have to do that, because quite frankly, I don’t need to. I have been ready for all of my matches. And I know I am better than my opponent, If I didn’t, then I would be here. I don’t have to remind my self that I am every day, of every second, of every hour. I don’t need shirts, video camera strapped to my ass to support that theory.”
Green Man sits up.
“I have been in over Two Thousand matches in my time. And I have won seventy five percent of them. If you want to talk win lose records, lets talk. Do I need to remind myself of that fact, that I am that good? No I don’t. But it’s clear you do. And that is just sad man, just sad. But Rob, Tomorrow, I will be in Vancouver, where I have a busy day ahead of me. And then it’s on to Warfare. Where it will be your inverted STF bullshit up against my old, but tested and true Camel Clutch. I know it’s not as flashy of a move as yours, or has a really cool name like Hump in your back, or spinal breaker, but it works just the same. And we will see who makes who tap, really makes who tap, with no Dennis Heflin’s help”
Green Man is about to turn the lights off when he stops for a second.
“Oh yeah stupid, yeah you Rob, May I remind you this is a submission match, there for, if you were to make me tap, based on your move, I won’t be on my back. There fore, you won’t be standing over me, looking down at me on my back.”
“CLICK” and the lights are turned off.
fade to black...........................
“Well, I see.” Green Man says.
Standing out front in his hotel room, as night time falls upon the world, Green Man is left thinking about Tuesday, and his match with Rob Stallion. With a cold one in one hand, and a clove in the other, Green Man just can’t wait till he gets to the arena. Which reminds him.
“Crap!” He says. “I have all that press to do tomorrow.”
A live show, pre show for Warfare, and a meet and greet, and a internet chat thing. So much to do, and very little time.
“Oh well.” Green Man says as he takes a drink. “Guess I will just have to suck it up and hold my head up high and bash Rob Stallion all day tomorrow.” Green Man says with a chuckle. “After all. The fans remember me. Which is why I love the fans, unlike Rob Stallion. Rob, You say the fans don’t care, But I beg to differ. You see, I am remembered, even after I have retired three or four times. But I bet, if you were to fade away for a few months, no one would notice, nor remember. It’s a big world out there, and only a few bright spots remain in their tiny little minds, bright spots like me. That is why I don’t have to have a camera glued to my ass.”
Green Man flicks the clove away and turns and walks back inside his room. Shutting the door behind him, he put the bottle down on the table next to the door.
“Yeah. I know you work out, hell we all do stupid. But unlike you, I don’t have to get my mind ready for the match. I don’t have to spend time getting mentally prepared.”
Green Man sits down on the bed with a puzzled look on his face.
“It just hit me. How do you mentally get ready? I mean do you sit there jerking off going, I am Rob Stallion, I am the Real Deal over and over till you spunk all over yourself? Or do you have to write it on the walls, and mirrors so you can constantly see it in writing that you are a winner? Is that why you had those t shirts made up? I just don’t get it. I’ve been wrestling over 22 years and I have never once had to get mentally ready? Is there some form of work out for that or what?”
Green Man lays down on the bed.
“Mentally gets ready. Rob, I don’t have to do that, because quite frankly, I don’t need to. I have been ready for all of my matches. And I know I am better than my opponent, If I didn’t, then I would be here. I don’t have to remind my self that I am every day, of every second, of every hour. I don’t need shirts, video camera strapped to my ass to support that theory.”
Green Man sits up.
“I have been in over Two Thousand matches in my time. And I have won seventy five percent of them. If you want to talk win lose records, lets talk. Do I need to remind myself of that fact, that I am that good? No I don’t. But it’s clear you do. And that is just sad man, just sad. But Rob, Tomorrow, I will be in Vancouver, where I have a busy day ahead of me. And then it’s on to Warfare. Where it will be your inverted STF bullshit up against my old, but tested and true Camel Clutch. I know it’s not as flashy of a move as yours, or has a really cool name like Hump in your back, or spinal breaker, but it works just the same. And we will see who makes who tap, really makes who tap, with no Dennis Heflin’s help”
Green Man is about to turn the lights off when he stops for a second.
“Oh yeah stupid, yeah you Rob, May I remind you this is a submission match, there for, if you were to make me tap, based on your move, I won’t be on my back. There fore, you won’t be standing over me, looking down at me on my back.”
“CLICK” and the lights are turned off.
fade to black...........................