Post by Steve Sinclair on Oct 27, 2018 14:19:47 GMT
Outside in the hallway James stops and looks up at Joe with a puzzled look on his face.
“Wait!” The Bad Ass goes. “You didn’t get that scar in Philly? You got that when Juan’s boyfriend came kicking in your door wielding that fucking butcher’s knife while you were plugged into Juan’s backside.”
Joe smirks and nods. “True. Ain't no way did Bester want to hear about my adventures with Juan and his kung fu fighting fucking teddy bear stud muffin. Besides the scar, the rest of that story was true.”
“Think he bought it?”
“It got him thinking.”
James starts to walk, thinking to himself. After a couple of steps he looks back up at Joe.
“So....you're thinking he’s got a shot?”
“He is a man of action, he’ll get dirty. This Mike Harrison, he’s too much of a pretty boy. That guy doesn’t know the meaning of work. Besides.”
Joe stops and looks down at his pint sized buddy.
“That moron still thinks this match is happening inside a ring. He hasn’t gotten a clue that it’s a street fight.”
“Yeah but, that dumbass will now come back with, “Oh yeah? Well it doesn’t matter that this is a street fight now, it just means that I’ll use anything I can get my hands on to end your career” and other douchebaggery nonsense.”
“So? Like every promo you cut in your career?”
“Fuck off asshole!”
James’s face turns red as he storms off. Joe chuckles.
“Oh come on little guy!”
“FUCK! OFF!”
“I didn’t mean to short change you there.”
“Screw you!”
“You were always able to step up to every challenge, thanks to those steps.”
“I swear to god!”
Fade out……..
The man who chooses to wear a mask, to fight the good fight, the one man you know where he stands, OGDA is sitting at the kitchen table in his apartment. A single bedroom deal with really nothing much to talk about. Most of what he owns is stuck in storage in Arizona, where he hopes to return to someday and buy back his childhood home. Nanook talked him to selling it last year when they were in San Fran. Bester/OGDA didn’t really want to but he couldn’t afford to keep it and the house he bought, again, with the urging from Nanook in San Fran. At least he banked the money from the sale of both homes to use in the future to buy back his home.
Anyways, the one thing he does have with him is his scrapbook he had when he was a kid. His mom didn’t make much money so he didn’t have very many toys growing up as a little OGDA. So he clipped out the ads for the toys he really really wanted from Magazines and the Sears Wish Book that came out every year for Christmas, and pasted them in his scrap book with glue he borrowed from school. And now, from time to time, OGDA will flip through it especially when he’s close to seeing one of his dreams come to fruition.
And today, Bester is this close to one of childhood dreams from coming true. The page in his old beat up scrapbook he’s looking at, with Spartacus curled up on the table, on a kitchen towel of course purring away as Bester slowly pets him, is a ad for the Sling em, Fling em, Wrestling ring from LJN. Big John Stud is hung up in the ropes with Hulk Hogan with the WWF World Heavyweight championship belt around his waist, is on the top rope and he’s going to land on BJS I guess, who knows what that kid in that ad was thinking!
Bester/OGDA traces the title belt with his finger.
“When I was a little kid Sparky. I thought no one was better than Hulk Hogan. No one was a bigger hero than the Hulkster! I ate my vitamins. I said my prayers. I started lifting weights because of Hulk Hogan! I wanted to be the WWF World champion just like Hulk Hogan. Every Saturday morning I would sit in front of the TV and watch Saturday Morning Superstars! I was always happy when Hulk Hogan was on! Sometimes, Mommy would have to visit one my many uncles on Saturday night, and one of my Uncles lived in a trailer park and while my Uncle and mommy would be working on something at the end of the hallway in the bedroom, I still don’t know what they were working on but it always sounded like it was hard work, always screaming and moaning and what not. But this uncle of mine, he had cable TV and I would get to watch Saturday Night Main Event! It was awesome! I always like going to his trailer.”
Bester closes his scrapbook.
“Plus I would get cookies and a soda!”
Bester pushes the chair out and stands up. He adjusts his mask and pets Sparky one more time. He can’t help it. It’s so addictive. His fur is so soft!
“I am who I am. I don’t pretend to be a good guy. I don’t pretend to be a bad guy. I don’t have to visit my dark side. I’m not playing a role. My name is Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris and I’m a superhero. I fight for what is right, I fight against the evils of the world. I stand up for those who are too shy to stand up for themselves. I bully the bullies. I strike against those who dare strike my Rainbow Warriors and believe me when I tell you, I hit back much harder than you will ever be able to hit. I believe that through hard work, dedication and sheer will power, I will achieve great things. I will win more than my fair share of wrestling matches. With my can do attitude and the power of my Little Buddies behind me, no one can stop me. Not even you Mister Harrison.”
“No one pushed you into the role of the villian. No one wants to see you as the villian. All anyone ever wanted from you, is to see you as a good fighting champion.”
OGDA glances back at his scrapbook.
“Maybe those wishes were just too much for you. Maybe the goal was to lofty for you. I don’t know. I do know one thing. You being the best in the world. Not going to happen.”
“I have had not the pleasure of meeting Mister Houston yet, but everyone tells me that he was a fine Craze Champion. Everyone says without debate, that Mister Houston is the best Craze Champion the OCW has ever seen. Now, I’ll give you your due. You defeated Mister Houston and remain undefeated in OCW. That, of course, will change at Serial Thrillers. But, if you were to make a line graph of how good each Craze Champion was. Mister Houston, would be the peak, and you Mister Harrison, your time as champion would like the stock market after it crashed, with a red line heading straight down, off of the chart. I know, this might sound a bit harsh and I hope you can take some criticism, if not.”
OGDA pauses. He didn’t like how Mister Harrison called his Shining Stars, his Rainbow Warriors, pathetic. Or rather that he was pathetic. Either way, it annoyed him.
“Then I don’t care. Everytime I turned on Saturday Morning Superstars, every time I was at my Uncle’s trailer and got to watch Saturday night Main Event. Hulk Hogan was on the show. He will always be the best in the world. Wanna know why? Because he was always there. He showed up for the shows, even if he didn’t have a match. He was there just in the outside chance something was going down, like when The Hart Foundation and The Honky Tonk Man was beating down Randy Savage and Miss Elizabeth ran towards the back to get the Hulkster to save him. Hulk Hogan was there to save the day. He was every little kids hero back then. Which only make sense. If Hogan wasn’t there and didn’t come out to fight off the Hart Foundation, then he couldn’t have saved the day. I guess, what I am saying is this. I have been at every Massacre from the last couple of weeks while you, well.”
OGDA shrugs
“Wasn’t. You can’t be the best in the world when you’re invisible and no cares that you’re not even there.”
“When I was a little OGDA, I made a wish, a wish to one day be a champion. I tried to be a champion in football, both in college and in the NFL. That didn’t happen. It has taken me a couple of years, and now, Monday night, on the mean streets of New Orleans, in our Halloween Brawl match. I will make sure to not get thrown through some crack whore’s front window like Mister Jones did and get all cut up like he did. Rather, I will throw you some crack whore’s front window and you’ll get all cut up Mister Harrison. I will use anything and everything I can get my hands on, and I’ll take the fight to the so called “Best in the World”. But, when it’s all said and done. At the end of the night, when both of our lives have changed forever.”
OGDA motions with his hands having the belt around his waist….
“When you’re no longer the OCW Craze Champion. When you’re no longer undefeated. When I’m the new OCW Craze Champion. I’ll be able to cross one thing off of my bucket list. That of, being just like Hulk Hogan.”
OGDA puffs out his chest, places his hands on his hips.
“A champion.”
Fade out.
“Wait!” The Bad Ass goes. “You didn’t get that scar in Philly? You got that when Juan’s boyfriend came kicking in your door wielding that fucking butcher’s knife while you were plugged into Juan’s backside.”
Joe smirks and nods. “True. Ain't no way did Bester want to hear about my adventures with Juan and his kung fu fighting fucking teddy bear stud muffin. Besides the scar, the rest of that story was true.”
“Think he bought it?”
“It got him thinking.”
James starts to walk, thinking to himself. After a couple of steps he looks back up at Joe.
“So....you're thinking he’s got a shot?”
“He is a man of action, he’ll get dirty. This Mike Harrison, he’s too much of a pretty boy. That guy doesn’t know the meaning of work. Besides.”
Joe stops and looks down at his pint sized buddy.
“That moron still thinks this match is happening inside a ring. He hasn’t gotten a clue that it’s a street fight.”
“Yeah but, that dumbass will now come back with, “Oh yeah? Well it doesn’t matter that this is a street fight now, it just means that I’ll use anything I can get my hands on to end your career” and other douchebaggery nonsense.”
“So? Like every promo you cut in your career?”
“Fuck off asshole!”
James’s face turns red as he storms off. Joe chuckles.
“Oh come on little guy!”
“FUCK! OFF!”
“I didn’t mean to short change you there.”
“Screw you!”
“You were always able to step up to every challenge, thanks to those steps.”
“I swear to god!”
Fade out……..
The man who chooses to wear a mask, to fight the good fight, the one man you know where he stands, OGDA is sitting at the kitchen table in his apartment. A single bedroom deal with really nothing much to talk about. Most of what he owns is stuck in storage in Arizona, where he hopes to return to someday and buy back his childhood home. Nanook talked him to selling it last year when they were in San Fran. Bester/OGDA didn’t really want to but he couldn’t afford to keep it and the house he bought, again, with the urging from Nanook in San Fran. At least he banked the money from the sale of both homes to use in the future to buy back his home.
Anyways, the one thing he does have with him is his scrapbook he had when he was a kid. His mom didn’t make much money so he didn’t have very many toys growing up as a little OGDA. So he clipped out the ads for the toys he really really wanted from Magazines and the Sears Wish Book that came out every year for Christmas, and pasted them in his scrap book with glue he borrowed from school. And now, from time to time, OGDA will flip through it especially when he’s close to seeing one of his dreams come to fruition.
And today, Bester is this close to one of childhood dreams from coming true. The page in his old beat up scrapbook he’s looking at, with Spartacus curled up on the table, on a kitchen towel of course purring away as Bester slowly pets him, is a ad for the Sling em, Fling em, Wrestling ring from LJN. Big John Stud is hung up in the ropes with Hulk Hogan with the WWF World Heavyweight championship belt around his waist, is on the top rope and he’s going to land on BJS I guess, who knows what that kid in that ad was thinking!
Bester/OGDA traces the title belt with his finger.
“When I was a little kid Sparky. I thought no one was better than Hulk Hogan. No one was a bigger hero than the Hulkster! I ate my vitamins. I said my prayers. I started lifting weights because of Hulk Hogan! I wanted to be the WWF World champion just like Hulk Hogan. Every Saturday morning I would sit in front of the TV and watch Saturday Morning Superstars! I was always happy when Hulk Hogan was on! Sometimes, Mommy would have to visit one my many uncles on Saturday night, and one of my Uncles lived in a trailer park and while my Uncle and mommy would be working on something at the end of the hallway in the bedroom, I still don’t know what they were working on but it always sounded like it was hard work, always screaming and moaning and what not. But this uncle of mine, he had cable TV and I would get to watch Saturday Night Main Event! It was awesome! I always like going to his trailer.”
Bester closes his scrapbook.
“Plus I would get cookies and a soda!”
Bester pushes the chair out and stands up. He adjusts his mask and pets Sparky one more time. He can’t help it. It’s so addictive. His fur is so soft!
“I am who I am. I don’t pretend to be a good guy. I don’t pretend to be a bad guy. I don’t have to visit my dark side. I’m not playing a role. My name is Orgulloso Guardian Del Arcoiris and I’m a superhero. I fight for what is right, I fight against the evils of the world. I stand up for those who are too shy to stand up for themselves. I bully the bullies. I strike against those who dare strike my Rainbow Warriors and believe me when I tell you, I hit back much harder than you will ever be able to hit. I believe that through hard work, dedication and sheer will power, I will achieve great things. I will win more than my fair share of wrestling matches. With my can do attitude and the power of my Little Buddies behind me, no one can stop me. Not even you Mister Harrison.”
“No one pushed you into the role of the villian. No one wants to see you as the villian. All anyone ever wanted from you, is to see you as a good fighting champion.”
OGDA glances back at his scrapbook.
“Maybe those wishes were just too much for you. Maybe the goal was to lofty for you. I don’t know. I do know one thing. You being the best in the world. Not going to happen.”
“I have had not the pleasure of meeting Mister Houston yet, but everyone tells me that he was a fine Craze Champion. Everyone says without debate, that Mister Houston is the best Craze Champion the OCW has ever seen. Now, I’ll give you your due. You defeated Mister Houston and remain undefeated in OCW. That, of course, will change at Serial Thrillers. But, if you were to make a line graph of how good each Craze Champion was. Mister Houston, would be the peak, and you Mister Harrison, your time as champion would like the stock market after it crashed, with a red line heading straight down, off of the chart. I know, this might sound a bit harsh and I hope you can take some criticism, if not.”
OGDA pauses. He didn’t like how Mister Harrison called his Shining Stars, his Rainbow Warriors, pathetic. Or rather that he was pathetic. Either way, it annoyed him.
“Then I don’t care. Everytime I turned on Saturday Morning Superstars, every time I was at my Uncle’s trailer and got to watch Saturday night Main Event. Hulk Hogan was on the show. He will always be the best in the world. Wanna know why? Because he was always there. He showed up for the shows, even if he didn’t have a match. He was there just in the outside chance something was going down, like when The Hart Foundation and The Honky Tonk Man was beating down Randy Savage and Miss Elizabeth ran towards the back to get the Hulkster to save him. Hulk Hogan was there to save the day. He was every little kids hero back then. Which only make sense. If Hogan wasn’t there and didn’t come out to fight off the Hart Foundation, then he couldn’t have saved the day. I guess, what I am saying is this. I have been at every Massacre from the last couple of weeks while you, well.”
OGDA shrugs
“Wasn’t. You can’t be the best in the world when you’re invisible and no cares that you’re not even there.”
“When I was a little OGDA, I made a wish, a wish to one day be a champion. I tried to be a champion in football, both in college and in the NFL. That didn’t happen. It has taken me a couple of years, and now, Monday night, on the mean streets of New Orleans, in our Halloween Brawl match. I will make sure to not get thrown through some crack whore’s front window like Mister Jones did and get all cut up like he did. Rather, I will throw you some crack whore’s front window and you’ll get all cut up Mister Harrison. I will use anything and everything I can get my hands on, and I’ll take the fight to the so called “Best in the World”. But, when it’s all said and done. At the end of the night, when both of our lives have changed forever.”
OGDA motions with his hands having the belt around his waist….
“When you’re no longer the OCW Craze Champion. When you’re no longer undefeated. When I’m the new OCW Craze Champion. I’ll be able to cross one thing off of my bucket list. That of, being just like Hulk Hogan.”
OGDA puffs out his chest, places his hands on his hips.
“A champion.”
Fade out.