Post by Steve Sinclair on Aug 5, 2018 14:25:21 GMT
It was 2015 and Nanook…..
What was that?
Fair enough. Nanook, and no that’s not his birth name, that would be silly. It’s Kim. Nanook is a big old son of bitch, seven feet tall he is and pushing a good 400 pounds, plus or minus 20 pounds in any given week. He started wrestling in his home town some 20 years ago in Fairbanks Alaska. He then made his way to the lower 48, to Washington where he went through some different personas before finally finding himself as Nanook, the irate Eskimo. Ten years later after a “meh” career, Nanook found himself in NY where for the next 7 years he was the voice of ESW, Empire State Wrestling owned by Steve and Raven Sinclair. It was during this time Nanook did a couple of things in life.
One: He got really good at flipping real estate, especially commercial and playing the stocks.
Two: He became best friends with Double J Joe Jones. (More on him later)
Three: He launched his own agency, ESM, Empire Sports Management.
When the ESW was falling apart, which is a longer story in itself. Nanook signed Joe to a deal to represent him in finding his next contract and fighting for him behind the scenes. Nanook also signed several of ESW’s coaches and scouts when it was sold and dissolved and opened his own training academy. It was on from there. Nanook quickly found a nice fat contract for Joe in a place called the UWL out of Knoxville. Nanook then got Rayne, ESW biggest star, several dates on the indies right before she transitioned into becoming a mommy. Soon, his academy started to pay off. “Nascar” Bill Sutton, Yugo Phailous, Racing Tyme featuring DJR and Spotter were signed, Then along came The Bad Ass James Kelloggs. They all were trained, refined under the watchful eye of KC Sinclair at the academy. It was a success. In under a year, Nanook’s clients have won 6 champions and notoriety on the scene.
But……
Nanook was lacking that really big star. And one day, Nanook found that mega superstar as he sat in a Denny’s in Flagstaff. Only Nanook didn’t know it yet.
Around 2015, a story came out that in which 3 people who had just recently been arrested for animal abuse, and released were found dead. Murdered. Their throats ripped out in each case, torn from the victim’s neck in a very brutal and personal matter. The detectives, CSI had nothing to go on and with no prints, no forced entry and no evidence of a robbery, one thing was clear. This was a hate crime.
Okay, I know, that is pushing what an actual hate crime is, but these people have rights, they have issues and were all animals hoarders. It was definitely a vigilante driven crime.
The only evidence that was recovered from the 3 murders was cat hair. Orange cat hair. The victims were covered in it.
This was a story that just didn’t make sense. The FBI got involved. So, working with the FBI, they set up a sting operation. They had a undercover get “arrested” for animal abuse. They made sure that the story made the evening news. They played it out through the media, posting the “abusers” face, showing the house, showing that the abuser made bail and was released. The trap was baited. Now they wait…..
Sure enough, later that night, the Undercover is heard screaming for her life. Backup bum rushes the house, slightly confused because there was 10 sets of eyeballs on the house and no one didn’t see anyone entering the house let alone walk past the house all night. When they busted down the door and rushed into the kitchen, They had the killer red handed. And they couldn’t believe what they saw.
Holding her throat while laying on the floor, as she tried to stop the bleeding, seeing her life pass in front of her eyes, was indeed a orange striped cat, covered in blood. As you can imagine, this made national news. There was a cat hunt, it’s like a man hunt but for a cat. It was something that took a week, but they finally cornered the cat and took it in, alive no less. It was on the front page of every newspaper.
What was even a bigger story was the owner. Former Arizona Cardinal Defenseman, Bester Freund. Who just retired from the NFL after suffering a nasty ACL tear. Bester told the story of how he found his precious Kitty Spartacus. Bester told the judge how he would never hurt a fly, how Sparky is best friend and it would kill him if he was put to death on “Kitty Death Row”. The FBI was moving quickly to put this cat down, after all, it did murder 4 people, one of which was a cop. But then Bester did the unthinkable, drained his bank account of his NFL Money, roughly a million dollars, and hired the best lawyer money could buy. Soon, Bester took to the media, proclaiming Sparky's innocence and that he needed money. A gofundme page was created, but it just wasn’t enough.
Enter Nanook. He saw that Bester cared, not only for this cat, but for people as well. He read how Bester was so sorry that the “Nice people” died, “prayed for their families”. In the media, Bester connected with people. They were drawn to him, they ended up cheering him on. Towards the end, the story became that Bester was the victim and how dare you take his best friend away from him. #FreeSparky trended on twitter.
It took Nanook 6 months to track Bester down. 6 months to talk him into becoming a pro wrestler, to sign with him, to earn good money to pay the lawyers to make sure that Sparky is freed, after all, there is no way that a cat can kill a person. Yeah, Nanook feed to Bester’s simple mind. A year later. Bester made his pro wrestling debut with this promo……
“Meow”
“Meow”
”Oh you’re such a nice little kitty aren’t ya? Yes you are! The best little kitty in the world and you know something Sparky…..”
Slowly fade in from pitch black, a blank screen, a screen of nothingness into a screen of a big bald guy with a goatee and a old faded tribal armband tattoo sitting at this old wooden desk, one that looks like it used to be a teacher’s desk from some rural elementary school back in the late 60’s early 70’s sitting in a matching wooden chair, one that swivels and rolls about on small cast iron wheels. This guy, this big biker looking guy in black jeans, a Harley shirt and a leather vest who, if he was standing up would be around six foot four, maybe six foot five not that one inch in height really matters, I’m just nitpicking, and weighs in around a healthy 230, maybe 235 pounds is sitting there petting a cat.
And he’s completely engrossed in petting and showing his cat some love and for the cat part, he is loving him right back purring pretty damn loud.
”You’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Yes you are Sparky. My best friend. You know Spartacus when I was younger growing up, they made a doll for little boys and little girls. Yes they did!”
He scratches the cat named Spartacus or Sparky for short right behind the ear and Sparky leans into his index finger. He then cups the cat head and uses all four of his fingers and scratches the cat along the back of it’s head.
”It was called my buddy and when I was a young little lad getting picked on in school by the bigger kids and had no friends because no one wanted to hang out with Bester…..all I wanted was my very own My Buddy doll Sparky. I know, I was heart broken christmas after christmas when I never did get that My Buddy doll….”
His name is Bester. This we know. And he is sad. He lowers his head and stops petting his beloved cat Sparky. Sparky looks at him through his big feline eyes and gets up when it appears that Bester is starting to cry. Sparky headbutts Bester and rubs up along his big bald head.
Bester snickers. Tickles maybe? He slowly raises his hand and touches the cat. Sparky kicks in with even louder purring. He headbutts Bester again and this gets Bester to raise his head. His face is red and puffy around his eyes and he quickly wipes away any tears he had.
”Sorry. I was just thinking how I never got any presents at Christmas. I don’t think mom really loved me Sparky.”
Bester spins around in his chair, it squeaked as he spins it 180 degrees and right behind him is his bed. He lifts the mattress which is really a cheap foam mattress and he removes this folder. It’s a old beat up folder that has Joe Montana on it. It’s a picture of Joe and his baby blues in his prime so this folder is clearly from mid to late 80’s when the football world revolved around Joe Montana. Bester spins back around all happy now and sets the folder down on the desktop and opens it. Inside are several magazine clippings. Bester flips through a couple of clippings on the one side and after a second or two removes a clipping and holds it up. He closes his folder shut and sets this clipping on top of the folder making sure that the edges line up perfectly with the edges of the folder.
”Here it is Sparky! My Buddy!”
Bester has a magazine ad for the My Buddy doll, the kid riding in his big wheel holding the doll on his lap while peddling like mad down a grassy hill. Bester gazes at this ad with big puppy dog eyes.
”My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester starts to sing the jingle from the commercials.
”Where I go, he goes!
My Buddy!
My Buddy!
I’ll teach him everything I know….
My Buddy and me, like to climb up a tree
My buddy and me, we’re the best friends that could be.
My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester leans back in his chair as he starts to tear up again. He looks towards the back of the room, the far wall and looks at it…..
”My….buddy….and…...me…..” Best solmely says.
What was that?
“Who in the fuck is Nanook and why should I care?”
Fair enough. Nanook, and no that’s not his birth name, that would be silly. It’s Kim. Nanook is a big old son of bitch, seven feet tall he is and pushing a good 400 pounds, plus or minus 20 pounds in any given week. He started wrestling in his home town some 20 years ago in Fairbanks Alaska. He then made his way to the lower 48, to Washington where he went through some different personas before finally finding himself as Nanook, the irate Eskimo. Ten years later after a “meh” career, Nanook found himself in NY where for the next 7 years he was the voice of ESW, Empire State Wrestling owned by Steve and Raven Sinclair. It was during this time Nanook did a couple of things in life.
One: He got really good at flipping real estate, especially commercial and playing the stocks.
Two: He became best friends with Double J Joe Jones. (More on him later)
Three: He launched his own agency, ESM, Empire Sports Management.
When the ESW was falling apart, which is a longer story in itself. Nanook signed Joe to a deal to represent him in finding his next contract and fighting for him behind the scenes. Nanook also signed several of ESW’s coaches and scouts when it was sold and dissolved and opened his own training academy. It was on from there. Nanook quickly found a nice fat contract for Joe in a place called the UWL out of Knoxville. Nanook then got Rayne, ESW biggest star, several dates on the indies right before she transitioned into becoming a mommy. Soon, his academy started to pay off. “Nascar” Bill Sutton, Yugo Phailous, Racing Tyme featuring DJR and Spotter were signed, Then along came The Bad Ass James Kelloggs. They all were trained, refined under the watchful eye of KC Sinclair at the academy. It was a success. In under a year, Nanook’s clients have won 6 champions and notoriety on the scene.
But……
Nanook was lacking that really big star. And one day, Nanook found that mega superstar as he sat in a Denny’s in Flagstaff. Only Nanook didn’t know it yet.
Around 2015, a story came out that in which 3 people who had just recently been arrested for animal abuse, and released were found dead. Murdered. Their throats ripped out in each case, torn from the victim’s neck in a very brutal and personal matter. The detectives, CSI had nothing to go on and with no prints, no forced entry and no evidence of a robbery, one thing was clear. This was a hate crime.
Okay, I know, that is pushing what an actual hate crime is, but these people have rights, they have issues and were all animals hoarders. It was definitely a vigilante driven crime.
The only evidence that was recovered from the 3 murders was cat hair. Orange cat hair. The victims were covered in it.
This was a story that just didn’t make sense. The FBI got involved. So, working with the FBI, they set up a sting operation. They had a undercover get “arrested” for animal abuse. They made sure that the story made the evening news. They played it out through the media, posting the “abusers” face, showing the house, showing that the abuser made bail and was released. The trap was baited. Now they wait…..
Sure enough, later that night, the Undercover is heard screaming for her life. Backup bum rushes the house, slightly confused because there was 10 sets of eyeballs on the house and no one didn’t see anyone entering the house let alone walk past the house all night. When they busted down the door and rushed into the kitchen, They had the killer red handed. And they couldn’t believe what they saw.
Holding her throat while laying on the floor, as she tried to stop the bleeding, seeing her life pass in front of her eyes, was indeed a orange striped cat, covered in blood. As you can imagine, this made national news. There was a cat hunt, it’s like a man hunt but for a cat. It was something that took a week, but they finally cornered the cat and took it in, alive no less. It was on the front page of every newspaper.
What was even a bigger story was the owner. Former Arizona Cardinal Defenseman, Bester Freund. Who just retired from the NFL after suffering a nasty ACL tear. Bester told the story of how he found his precious Kitty Spartacus. Bester told the judge how he would never hurt a fly, how Sparky is best friend and it would kill him if he was put to death on “Kitty Death Row”. The FBI was moving quickly to put this cat down, after all, it did murder 4 people, one of which was a cop. But then Bester did the unthinkable, drained his bank account of his NFL Money, roughly a million dollars, and hired the best lawyer money could buy. Soon, Bester took to the media, proclaiming Sparky's innocence and that he needed money. A gofundme page was created, but it just wasn’t enough.
Enter Nanook. He saw that Bester cared, not only for this cat, but for people as well. He read how Bester was so sorry that the “Nice people” died, “prayed for their families”. In the media, Bester connected with people. They were drawn to him, they ended up cheering him on. Towards the end, the story became that Bester was the victim and how dare you take his best friend away from him. #FreeSparky trended on twitter.
It took Nanook 6 months to track Bester down. 6 months to talk him into becoming a pro wrestler, to sign with him, to earn good money to pay the lawyers to make sure that Sparky is freed, after all, there is no way that a cat can kill a person. Yeah, Nanook feed to Bester’s simple mind. A year later. Bester made his pro wrestling debut with this promo……
“Meow”
“Meow”
”Oh you’re such a nice little kitty aren’t ya? Yes you are! The best little kitty in the world and you know something Sparky…..”
Slowly fade in from pitch black, a blank screen, a screen of nothingness into a screen of a big bald guy with a goatee and a old faded tribal armband tattoo sitting at this old wooden desk, one that looks like it used to be a teacher’s desk from some rural elementary school back in the late 60’s early 70’s sitting in a matching wooden chair, one that swivels and rolls about on small cast iron wheels. This guy, this big biker looking guy in black jeans, a Harley shirt and a leather vest who, if he was standing up would be around six foot four, maybe six foot five not that one inch in height really matters, I’m just nitpicking, and weighs in around a healthy 230, maybe 235 pounds is sitting there petting a cat.
And he’s completely engrossed in petting and showing his cat some love and for the cat part, he is loving him right back purring pretty damn loud.
”You’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Yes you are Sparky. My best friend. You know Spartacus when I was younger growing up, they made a doll for little boys and little girls. Yes they did!”
He scratches the cat named Spartacus or Sparky for short right behind the ear and Sparky leans into his index finger. He then cups the cat head and uses all four of his fingers and scratches the cat along the back of it’s head.
”It was called my buddy and when I was a young little lad getting picked on in school by the bigger kids and had no friends because no one wanted to hang out with Bester…..all I wanted was my very own My Buddy doll Sparky. I know, I was heart broken christmas after christmas when I never did get that My Buddy doll….”
His name is Bester. This we know. And he is sad. He lowers his head and stops petting his beloved cat Sparky. Sparky looks at him through his big feline eyes and gets up when it appears that Bester is starting to cry. Sparky headbutts Bester and rubs up along his big bald head.
Bester snickers. Tickles maybe? He slowly raises his hand and touches the cat. Sparky kicks in with even louder purring. He headbutts Bester again and this gets Bester to raise his head. His face is red and puffy around his eyes and he quickly wipes away any tears he had.
”Sorry. I was just thinking how I never got any presents at Christmas. I don’t think mom really loved me Sparky.”
Bester spins around in his chair, it squeaked as he spins it 180 degrees and right behind him is his bed. He lifts the mattress which is really a cheap foam mattress and he removes this folder. It’s a old beat up folder that has Joe Montana on it. It’s a picture of Joe and his baby blues in his prime so this folder is clearly from mid to late 80’s when the football world revolved around Joe Montana. Bester spins back around all happy now and sets the folder down on the desktop and opens it. Inside are several magazine clippings. Bester flips through a couple of clippings on the one side and after a second or two removes a clipping and holds it up. He closes his folder shut and sets this clipping on top of the folder making sure that the edges line up perfectly with the edges of the folder.
”Here it is Sparky! My Buddy!”
Bester has a magazine ad for the My Buddy doll, the kid riding in his big wheel holding the doll on his lap while peddling like mad down a grassy hill. Bester gazes at this ad with big puppy dog eyes.
”My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester starts to sing the jingle from the commercials.
”Where I go, he goes!
My Buddy!
My Buddy!
I’ll teach him everything I know….
My Buddy and me, like to climb up a tree
My buddy and me, we’re the best friends that could be.
My buddy!
My Buddy!”
Bester leans back in his chair as he starts to tear up again. He looks towards the back of the room, the far wall and looks at it…..
”My….buddy….and…...me…..” Best solmely says.