Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 28, 2017 14:27:12 GMT
Well, the meet and greet was canceled. Hammer took care of it instead. Oh well Green Man thinks.
We’re down town right now, in good old Vancouver, in a park that is over shadowed by the GM place. It’s a nice park, lots of tree’s, benches, little fountains. Squirrels running around, seems like home for good old Green Man. And this is the place where he has decided to chill out for the afternoon. With the press all done for now, he’s happy to have some down time. To relax, and get ready for his match with Rob Stallion. Or how Rob would put it, to get mentally prepared.
The sun is warm, almost like mid summer here in October. And there for, Green Man isn’t wearing a coat in the park today. He has claimed a bench all for himself, under a old oak, on his back as he feeds a squirrel that is on his chest. Bread crumbs and stuff like that. So relaxing, so much that Green Man drifts off to sleep...............................
A jammed packed house show, One where it’s busy as hell in a big city and the fans are so excited that they can’t contain themselves. A show that they will talk about for a long time to come. There’s signs and banners and all kinds of shit in the stands, rapid fans. The best kind.
A kid named Slim stands in the ring, making his XWA debut. He’s all excited, all pumped up, ready to kill. Fire at will is his motto, one that we had to hear about all week. He’s a tall kid, six four, two hundred thirty pounds. He could, could be someone someday, just that today isn’t his day to climb that ladder of success.
His opponent is announced as the lights drop to a green hue. There’s music playing, but we can’t here. Green Man walks out from the back. He raises his arms in the air as he the crowd erupts. Slim does a good scared at the reaction of the crowd act. Little for him, soon that fear will be true. Green Man makes his way to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and to his feet. The bell rings. Slim starts to talk trash. Gets right in Green Man’s face. Talking all kinds of trash. Green Man laughs, pushes him away. Slim comes right back, pushes back, and trash talks some more.
This is too much for Green Man. He chuckles, his belly shakes and holds out his hand telling Slim to hold on for a second. Green Man takes control of the house mic.
“Whoa Sparky, What was that you said?” Green Man asks as he sticks the mic is Slim’s face.
“I said I’m going to kick your ass fool!” He says all bent out of shape.
“Yeah, what else did you say?”
“Your old bag of bones can’t keep up with me cuz I’m Slim and I’m the shits!” Slim says all proud.
“What was that again?” Green Man says as he chuckles.
“I’m Slim and I’M THE SHITS!” he growls.
“Oh man, That is too much!” Green Man says as he laughs in the face of Slim. Slim gets pissed and takes the mic.
“Listen fool! The S to the L to the I to the mother fucking M is going to whoop your ass Fool! Look at you laughing at me cracker! I ain’t fucking man! I’m going to kick your old bag of bones!”
Green Man whips a tear from his eye. “Stop it man, your killing me!”
“Yeah! That’s right faggot, Laugh it up fool. Cuz I’m about to kill you old timer!” Slim says.
Green Man reaches out for the mic. “May I?” he asks as he takes the mic back. Slim flashes a few gang signs as he releases it.
“Look Slim? I don’t want to rain on your parade, but come on man. What is up with that? I mean, What? Are you related to Rob Stallion? Because if you are, I feel awful sorry for you. You should learn form him by now, that you can’t be so arrogant like that. Didn’t you watch Warfare the other day? You know, the TV show you’ll never get on. Didn’t you see Rob talk trash all week, the same kid of crap, and at the show, I made him tap like a pussy? Did you see that?” Green Man asks.
“Yeah fool, but I ain’t no Rob Stallion. That guy is a punk and I would kick his ass any day! Damn straight.”
“Okay man. But I think you need to rethink this approach of yours. Lets face it, no one knows who you are, and you are no one as far as the fans are concerned. And then to walk out here and talk trash like that, is just stupid man.” Green Man says hoping to make an impact on this young mind.
“Who say? HO! Look at yourself fool. You ain’t no one just like me.” Slim says with a smile.
Green Man nods his head, “Oh, that was a good one there Slim, but there’s one thing...” Green Man says as he holds up his one finger, Slim waits for Green Man to finish when Green Man drills the mic into his forehead, kicks Slim in the mid section and nails a ddt on him, from there he slaps on the camel clutch and Slim taps out after 3 seconds of intense pain. The bell ring, the fans are happy. Green Man takes control of the mic again, he kicks a hurt Slim over on his back.
“That is, I am much wiser, quicker, smarter and 3000 times better than you will ever be! Rob Stallion, come and try to stop me! Rob Stallion! NO DQ! Submission match! You stand no change in hell! You can’t stand in the same ring with me! You have been weighted! Measured and you have been found wanting Rob! Not in this world, Not in the last world, not in the next world, Not in any world can you ....................”
Green Man come too. He sits up as it’s late. He shakes his head and stands up.
“Damn man, I’ve turned into Hammer in my dreams, What the fuck.” He says as he starts to walk away heading back to his hotel room..............................................
We’re down town right now, in good old Vancouver, in a park that is over shadowed by the GM place. It’s a nice park, lots of tree’s, benches, little fountains. Squirrels running around, seems like home for good old Green Man. And this is the place where he has decided to chill out for the afternoon. With the press all done for now, he’s happy to have some down time. To relax, and get ready for his match with Rob Stallion. Or how Rob would put it, to get mentally prepared.
The sun is warm, almost like mid summer here in October. And there for, Green Man isn’t wearing a coat in the park today. He has claimed a bench all for himself, under a old oak, on his back as he feeds a squirrel that is on his chest. Bread crumbs and stuff like that. So relaxing, so much that Green Man drifts off to sleep...............................
A jammed packed house show, One where it’s busy as hell in a big city and the fans are so excited that they can’t contain themselves. A show that they will talk about for a long time to come. There’s signs and banners and all kinds of shit in the stands, rapid fans. The best kind.
A kid named Slim stands in the ring, making his XWA debut. He’s all excited, all pumped up, ready to kill. Fire at will is his motto, one that we had to hear about all week. He’s a tall kid, six four, two hundred thirty pounds. He could, could be someone someday, just that today isn’t his day to climb that ladder of success.
His opponent is announced as the lights drop to a green hue. There’s music playing, but we can’t here. Green Man walks out from the back. He raises his arms in the air as he the crowd erupts. Slim does a good scared at the reaction of the crowd act. Little for him, soon that fear will be true. Green Man makes his way to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and to his feet. The bell rings. Slim starts to talk trash. Gets right in Green Man’s face. Talking all kinds of trash. Green Man laughs, pushes him away. Slim comes right back, pushes back, and trash talks some more.
This is too much for Green Man. He chuckles, his belly shakes and holds out his hand telling Slim to hold on for a second. Green Man takes control of the house mic.
“Whoa Sparky, What was that you said?” Green Man asks as he sticks the mic is Slim’s face.
“I said I’m going to kick your ass fool!” He says all bent out of shape.
“Yeah, what else did you say?”
“Your old bag of bones can’t keep up with me cuz I’m Slim and I’m the shits!” Slim says all proud.
“What was that again?” Green Man says as he chuckles.
“I’m Slim and I’M THE SHITS!” he growls.
“Oh man, That is too much!” Green Man says as he laughs in the face of Slim. Slim gets pissed and takes the mic.
“Listen fool! The S to the L to the I to the mother fucking M is going to whoop your ass Fool! Look at you laughing at me cracker! I ain’t fucking man! I’m going to kick your old bag of bones!”
Green Man whips a tear from his eye. “Stop it man, your killing me!”
“Yeah! That’s right faggot, Laugh it up fool. Cuz I’m about to kill you old timer!” Slim says.
Green Man reaches out for the mic. “May I?” he asks as he takes the mic back. Slim flashes a few gang signs as he releases it.
“Look Slim? I don’t want to rain on your parade, but come on man. What is up with that? I mean, What? Are you related to Rob Stallion? Because if you are, I feel awful sorry for you. You should learn form him by now, that you can’t be so arrogant like that. Didn’t you watch Warfare the other day? You know, the TV show you’ll never get on. Didn’t you see Rob talk trash all week, the same kid of crap, and at the show, I made him tap like a pussy? Did you see that?” Green Man asks.
“Yeah fool, but I ain’t no Rob Stallion. That guy is a punk and I would kick his ass any day! Damn straight.”
“Okay man. But I think you need to rethink this approach of yours. Lets face it, no one knows who you are, and you are no one as far as the fans are concerned. And then to walk out here and talk trash like that, is just stupid man.” Green Man says hoping to make an impact on this young mind.
“Who say? HO! Look at yourself fool. You ain’t no one just like me.” Slim says with a smile.
Green Man nods his head, “Oh, that was a good one there Slim, but there’s one thing...” Green Man says as he holds up his one finger, Slim waits for Green Man to finish when Green Man drills the mic into his forehead, kicks Slim in the mid section and nails a ddt on him, from there he slaps on the camel clutch and Slim taps out after 3 seconds of intense pain. The bell ring, the fans are happy. Green Man takes control of the mic again, he kicks a hurt Slim over on his back.
“That is, I am much wiser, quicker, smarter and 3000 times better than you will ever be! Rob Stallion, come and try to stop me! Rob Stallion! NO DQ! Submission match! You stand no change in hell! You can’t stand in the same ring with me! You have been weighted! Measured and you have been found wanting Rob! Not in this world, Not in the last world, not in the next world, Not in any world can you ....................”
Green Man come too. He sits up as it’s late. He shakes his head and stands up.
“Damn man, I’ve turned into Hammer in my dreams, What the fuck.” He says as he starts to walk away heading back to his hotel room..............................................