Post by Ezra Gideon on Aug 25, 2023 15:31:16 GMT -5
Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad
The best way to describe what I was feeling was a level of pissed off I hadn’t known for a while. My friend Peter had gotten screwed over by a part of the management team. He lost his title, because of interference from our GM, the guy that was supposed to be on the up and up. Between that and the Raven’s siding with JMont, it just left a sour taste in everyone’s collective mouths. Peter and I had some discussions after the super show about steps to take to correct that little problem. Nothing was set in stone just yet, but the conversations had been productive.
Madness has come and gone, and what we received from that is a bunch of new champions. Bam and I were beaten, Peter Vaughn was beaten, well not really, but he’s not the champ anymore. It’s not all bad, of course, Kim Pain beat Sonya Bensen, so there’s that. The rest is garbage. Terry Marshall? Piss on that, yeah we got beat and it was clean. I still think that match was bullshit from the onset. Defending against one team is difficult enough, but against 9? Yeah, fuck that. Bam is on hiatus due to an injury, so we won’t be cashing in on our rematch as former champions. Especially not with what is in front of me.
The Cannabis Cup is my priority.
The cup competition begins on this upcoming Brawl, not for me though, I was booked for a six man match instead. Not exactly what I was hoping for but I don’t book the matches, I just knock them out when the time comes. My partners in this match, former world champion Peter Vaughn, and Justin York.
Well, two out of three ain’t bad, I guess?
Taking off handed shots at York wasn’t really my intent, but if he didn’t make it so easy and if I weren’t such a smart ass. Ah well, he could be pissy about it if he wanted to, it didn't matter much to me. I was already in a mood to punch someone in the face until I felt better about things anyway. AKA it would take a while to alleviate.
[Off Camera]
Grand Junction, Colorado - Hell’s Gate - 9 AM Monday
The rain would be beginning soon, that was okay, not like I was going to melt.The trip to hell had left me with more questions than answers. So, I stood there, looking at one of the portals to hell. It wasn’t open right now but still the sight would likely be an important one for me personally for a long time. I reached out and touched the spot where the portal had opened. I wanted to blame my imagination but that spot was too hot to maintain contact with. I jerked my hand away reflexively and shook it as if that would help.
Maria: The barrier here is the thinnest in the world. Be very careful…
I nodded and backed away slowly from that spot. I looked at my hand, no blisters or even redness. I shook my head in disbelief. It wasn’t fear, I told myself. I’m not sure if I could convince myself of that. The entire mission to get Outcast out of there was a blur, I wasn’t even sure if what I remembered from that trip was real. On one hand, we had restored the hope and faith of a woman who had lost that many years ago, when the man she loved had been miraculously returned to her.
Maria: Mac, what’s troubling you?
I looked up at her and smiled. Maria was a kind soul, who would go to any lengths to help members of the Hell’s Gate family. She was the anchor that so many of us depended on.
Mac: When abstracts become real.
She smirked at me and I winced from the scrutiny.
Mac: Go to hell is such a common phrase we use. Before this event, that’s all it was to me, an abstract. Hell, demons, eternal damnation. All Sunday school rhetoric without any real meaning or substance.
Maria: Was this the first time in your life that you’ve been scared or afraid?
It was my turn to smirk, causing her to wince in response.
Mac: Maria, I’ve never been afraid in my life. I’m still not sure what I saw was real. It did make me pause to think about everything I’ve been taught.
I heard a voice over my shoulder, “So, you’re thinking that being a godless heathen may not hav been the best path?” I looked over my shoulder as Kat approached with a smile, that bordered on beaming. I gave her a hug that lifted her off the ground.
Mac: You're lucky I love you smart ass. I see hanging out with Bam has put a little pep in your step.
She ignored my comment about Bam and smiled.
Kat: You’re the lucky one, smart ass.
I nodded knowing that was probably true.
Mac: Hope and faith, another abstract to me. I was taught from a very early age that organized religion was the root of all evil. I’ve seen it in action, and it sickened me to my core. When the plan came together to go get Outcast out of hell, I hesitated, not because of the location. It was the idea behind it.
Maria laid a hand on my forearm to break my train of thought.
Maria: We as people, don’t like it when something challenges what we’ve believed for so long. I’m not saying that your beliefs are wrong, but maybe open yourself to the possibility that it may not be the only truth. Speaking of which, where is Wyah?
Wyah, was the black wolf that often accompanied me in one form another. A messenger or avatar if you will for the great spirit. She’d been my companion and advisor of sorts as I worked on things that were slowly destroying the Cherokee nation. I smiled at Maria, who probably enjoyed Wyah’s company more than anyone else. She was the only person outside of myself that could see her. Which with Kat’s love for dogs made her kind of pouty.
Kat: I wish I could see her, it doesn’t seem fair.
I smiled at Kat and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Mac: Maybe someday you’ll be able to. If you commit to it, she’ll appear for you as well. Maria has a tie to things that makes it possible. I figured having one black wolf around would be enough for you two.
A smirk and a wink from Maria and a smile from Kat was all that came. They knew as well as I do, that I am the black wolf of this family. Being the black wolf is very different from being the black sheep of a family. The black sheep of a family is that person that no one talks about at family gatherings, often a misguided rebel or trouble maker. The black wolf of a family is the guardian, the protector, the person who does everything they can but expects nothing in return. There are also negatives associated with that as well. Often stubborn, impatient, highly aggressive and short tempered. When you combine that with being a bit prideful, bold, vengeful and fiery, it makes for an explosive combination. I smirked at the thought of it all, causing Maria to laugh.
Maria: That is you to be sure, Mac. You are all of those things and then some.
I might have blushed at how easily she could invade my thoughts, it was always a subtle thing, she could slip in and out of peoples thoughts so easily. She tapped her temple as if to emphasize her ability.
Mac: Rude.
I said it with a smile and a laugh, which made her giggle.
Mac: Back to work, there’s no resting for me.
I hugged them both as I made my way back up the hill. I could feel their comfort and the warmth of the love that they sent my way through the bond we all shared. Where the people of the Hell’s Gate family were concerned, I was the man of the house. I took that responsibility very seriously. It was something not of my doing, well not intentionally anyway. Actions always spoke more loudly and clearly than words ever could.
Fade.
Six man tag matches…
Tag Team Wrestling is an art and a science at the same time. People often overlook tag team wrestling, but some like the show stealerz for example, have made a living off of it. They’ve stayed relevant because of it. Well, they did before they ran into me and Bam Miller that is. Six man matches are a bit different than the ordinary tag team affair. They get a little chaotic, which I love because you have to keep your head on a swivel and eyes in the back of your head. Of course everyone in this match knows that, we’ve all been in this business for a long assed time. For me, this is fun, and funny sometimes, just because of the opportunities that will present themselves.
The opposition?
Spencer Adams.
John Cable
My brother, The Gothic One himself.
The Problem?
Me.
Peter Vaughn.
And Justin York.
It’s a problem for them, not us. We’re talking about 3 men who’ve held titles all over the world. Peter Vaughn is the former world champion of WGWF, I’m a former tag team champion, among other things, and Justin York has held some of the same titles I have in other places. All it takes is for that one signature win to really elevate him into a higher tax bracket. Shhhit…don’t tell him I was saying nice things about him.
Spencer Adams likes to refer to himself as a “Badmon”, that’s funny Spence, that myth already got busted.
With a pair of brass knuckles.
You’re not a badmon at all, just some chump with a glass jaw. But, hey you’re winning world titles in other companies from what I’ve heard. Doesn’t do you much good here and now, but good job, friend. Speaking of friends.
John Cable; we were friends at one time but that ship has sailed. Hasn’t it? Yeah, that’ll happen when you run your mouth at someone who’s simply better than you.
Since Day 1.
You’re the only one that questions it, everyone else on this roster knows it. So, the next time you say my name you better put some respect on it. Piss off the wrong person and they’ll shorten your career for ya. It’s funny, usually when people get to be our age they start talking about people being a hasbeen, not in your case though. You’re a never was. I do know what a real friend looks like. Certainly not Cable, but Gerret Goth, who’s on the wrong side of this thing.
Freshly back from serious injury, my man, Goth, he’s become…different a much different version of himself. Whether it’s due to reinventing himself or just some really good drugs, I’m not quite sure yet. Regardless of that, Goth, you ARE on the wrong side of things. We’ve been good friends for a long time now, but you’ve never beaten me. No matter what version of yourself we’re talking about. Just imagine how much credibility and relevance you’d have if you pin me or Vaughn?
Your stock would go up exponentially my man. We’re not going to allow you to use any of us as a stepping stone. You’ll have to find another way to make yourself important here.
The Foreword
The best way to describe what I was feeling was a level of pissed off I hadn’t known for a while. My friend Peter had gotten screwed over by a part of the management team. He lost his title, because of interference from our GM, the guy that was supposed to be on the up and up. Between that and the Raven’s siding with JMont, it just left a sour taste in everyone’s collective mouths. Peter and I had some discussions after the super show about steps to take to correct that little problem. Nothing was set in stone just yet, but the conversations had been productive.
Madness has come and gone, and what we received from that is a bunch of new champions. Bam and I were beaten, Peter Vaughn was beaten, well not really, but he’s not the champ anymore. It’s not all bad, of course, Kim Pain beat Sonya Bensen, so there’s that. The rest is garbage. Terry Marshall? Piss on that, yeah we got beat and it was clean. I still think that match was bullshit from the onset. Defending against one team is difficult enough, but against 9? Yeah, fuck that. Bam is on hiatus due to an injury, so we won’t be cashing in on our rematch as former champions. Especially not with what is in front of me.
The Cannabis Cup is my priority.
The cup competition begins on this upcoming Brawl, not for me though, I was booked for a six man match instead. Not exactly what I was hoping for but I don’t book the matches, I just knock them out when the time comes. My partners in this match, former world champion Peter Vaughn, and Justin York.
Well, two out of three ain’t bad, I guess?
Taking off handed shots at York wasn’t really my intent, but if he didn’t make it so easy and if I weren’t such a smart ass. Ah well, he could be pissy about it if he wanted to, it didn't matter much to me. I was already in a mood to punch someone in the face until I felt better about things anyway. AKA it would take a while to alleviate.
Abstracts.
[Off Camera]
Grand Junction, Colorado - Hell’s Gate - 9 AM Monday
The rain would be beginning soon, that was okay, not like I was going to melt.The trip to hell had left me with more questions than answers. So, I stood there, looking at one of the portals to hell. It wasn’t open right now but still the sight would likely be an important one for me personally for a long time. I reached out and touched the spot where the portal had opened. I wanted to blame my imagination but that spot was too hot to maintain contact with. I jerked my hand away reflexively and shook it as if that would help.
Maria: The barrier here is the thinnest in the world. Be very careful…
I nodded and backed away slowly from that spot. I looked at my hand, no blisters or even redness. I shook my head in disbelief. It wasn’t fear, I told myself. I’m not sure if I could convince myself of that. The entire mission to get Outcast out of there was a blur, I wasn’t even sure if what I remembered from that trip was real. On one hand, we had restored the hope and faith of a woman who had lost that many years ago, when the man she loved had been miraculously returned to her.
Maria: Mac, what’s troubling you?
I looked up at her and smiled. Maria was a kind soul, who would go to any lengths to help members of the Hell’s Gate family. She was the anchor that so many of us depended on.
Mac: When abstracts become real.
She smirked at me and I winced from the scrutiny.
Mac: Go to hell is such a common phrase we use. Before this event, that’s all it was to me, an abstract. Hell, demons, eternal damnation. All Sunday school rhetoric without any real meaning or substance.
Maria: Was this the first time in your life that you’ve been scared or afraid?
It was my turn to smirk, causing her to wince in response.
Mac: Maria, I’ve never been afraid in my life. I’m still not sure what I saw was real. It did make me pause to think about everything I’ve been taught.
I heard a voice over my shoulder, “So, you’re thinking that being a godless heathen may not hav been the best path?” I looked over my shoulder as Kat approached with a smile, that bordered on beaming. I gave her a hug that lifted her off the ground.
Mac: You're lucky I love you smart ass. I see hanging out with Bam has put a little pep in your step.
She ignored my comment about Bam and smiled.
Kat: You’re the lucky one, smart ass.
I nodded knowing that was probably true.
Mac: Hope and faith, another abstract to me. I was taught from a very early age that organized religion was the root of all evil. I’ve seen it in action, and it sickened me to my core. When the plan came together to go get Outcast out of hell, I hesitated, not because of the location. It was the idea behind it.
Maria laid a hand on my forearm to break my train of thought.
Maria: We as people, don’t like it when something challenges what we’ve believed for so long. I’m not saying that your beliefs are wrong, but maybe open yourself to the possibility that it may not be the only truth. Speaking of which, where is Wyah?
Wyah, was the black wolf that often accompanied me in one form another. A messenger or avatar if you will for the great spirit. She’d been my companion and advisor of sorts as I worked on things that were slowly destroying the Cherokee nation. I smiled at Maria, who probably enjoyed Wyah’s company more than anyone else. She was the only person outside of myself that could see her. Which with Kat’s love for dogs made her kind of pouty.
Kat: I wish I could see her, it doesn’t seem fair.
I smiled at Kat and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Mac: Maybe someday you’ll be able to. If you commit to it, she’ll appear for you as well. Maria has a tie to things that makes it possible. I figured having one black wolf around would be enough for you two.
A smirk and a wink from Maria and a smile from Kat was all that came. They knew as well as I do, that I am the black wolf of this family. Being the black wolf is very different from being the black sheep of a family. The black sheep of a family is that person that no one talks about at family gatherings, often a misguided rebel or trouble maker. The black wolf of a family is the guardian, the protector, the person who does everything they can but expects nothing in return. There are also negatives associated with that as well. Often stubborn, impatient, highly aggressive and short tempered. When you combine that with being a bit prideful, bold, vengeful and fiery, it makes for an explosive combination. I smirked at the thought of it all, causing Maria to laugh.
Maria: That is you to be sure, Mac. You are all of those things and then some.
I might have blushed at how easily she could invade my thoughts, it was always a subtle thing, she could slip in and out of peoples thoughts so easily. She tapped her temple as if to emphasize her ability.
Mac: Rude.
I said it with a smile and a laugh, which made her giggle.
Mac: Back to work, there’s no resting for me.
I hugged them both as I made my way back up the hill. I could feel their comfort and the warmth of the love that they sent my way through the bond we all shared. Where the people of the Hell’s Gate family were concerned, I was the man of the house. I took that responsibility very seriously. It was something not of my doing, well not intentionally anyway. Actions always spoke more loudly and clearly than words ever could.
Fade.
Six Person Craziness
Six man tag matches…
Tag Team Wrestling is an art and a science at the same time. People often overlook tag team wrestling, but some like the show stealerz for example, have made a living off of it. They’ve stayed relevant because of it. Well, they did before they ran into me and Bam Miller that is. Six man matches are a bit different than the ordinary tag team affair. They get a little chaotic, which I love because you have to keep your head on a swivel and eyes in the back of your head. Of course everyone in this match knows that, we’ve all been in this business for a long assed time. For me, this is fun, and funny sometimes, just because of the opportunities that will present themselves.
The opposition?
Spencer Adams.
John Cable
My brother, The Gothic One himself.
The Problem?
Me.
Peter Vaughn.
And Justin York.
It’s a problem for them, not us. We’re talking about 3 men who’ve held titles all over the world. Peter Vaughn is the former world champion of WGWF, I’m a former tag team champion, among other things, and Justin York has held some of the same titles I have in other places. All it takes is for that one signature win to really elevate him into a higher tax bracket. Shhhit…don’t tell him I was saying nice things about him.
Spencer Adams likes to refer to himself as a “Badmon”, that’s funny Spence, that myth already got busted.
With a pair of brass knuckles.
You’re not a badmon at all, just some chump with a glass jaw. But, hey you’re winning world titles in other companies from what I’ve heard. Doesn’t do you much good here and now, but good job, friend. Speaking of friends.
John Cable; we were friends at one time but that ship has sailed. Hasn’t it? Yeah, that’ll happen when you run your mouth at someone who’s simply better than you.
Since Day 1.
You’re the only one that questions it, everyone else on this roster knows it. So, the next time you say my name you better put some respect on it. Piss off the wrong person and they’ll shorten your career for ya. It’s funny, usually when people get to be our age they start talking about people being a hasbeen, not in your case though. You’re a never was. I do know what a real friend looks like. Certainly not Cable, but Gerret Goth, who’s on the wrong side of this thing.
Freshly back from serious injury, my man, Goth, he’s become…different a much different version of himself. Whether it’s due to reinventing himself or just some really good drugs, I’m not quite sure yet. Regardless of that, Goth, you ARE on the wrong side of things. We’ve been good friends for a long time now, but you’ve never beaten me. No matter what version of yourself we’re talking about. Just imagine how much credibility and relevance you’d have if you pin me or Vaughn?
Your stock would go up exponentially my man. We’re not going to allow you to use any of us as a stepping stone. You’ll have to find another way to make yourself important here.