Post by Ezra Gideon on Sept 9, 2023 20:58:38 GMT -5
Monsters - Brawl versus Kraken
The political landscape of WGWF has changed in recent weeks. Rotten had joined the enemy camp run by JMont, which now included Justin York and Amber Mansley but NOT Sonya Bensen. That still amused me to no end, he got her before she even thought about screwing him over. It was both tragic and hilarious at the same time. I was really pulling for Sonya to flip that bitch switch before he could plan anything. Her embarrassment has carried over to social media where she continues embarrassing herself on even more epic levels. It’s comedic gold! What’s not comedic gold is that JMont is launching “Mecca V2”. I got to see that shit firsthand in IIW, I was a part of that team and we ran roughshod over the competition. Up until he interfered in Sonya and Kim’s title match and then, Kim and I made it implode. We made sure that their successes were short-lived. I left IIW as the forever and undefeated IIW International Champion while Joe left as a former world champion. Still not a world title shot for me though, No, I’m not good enough for that.
In WGWF following Rotten’s defection to JMont’s team, which caused Peter to lose his title during that cluster fuck of a match, things continue to evolve. Sometimes kindred spirits find themselves banding together to right a wrong. To put boots to asses that deserve every single part of that. So, the fortunate ones or Mecca v2, keep your heads on a swivel. There’s an alliance forming, one that some will say they saw from a mile away and others will be shocked by it. Sonya, keep my name out of your mouth, I know you’re scared of my wife, Amber but trust me when I say this. She’s the calm one in the relationship. She’s the one less likely to do you serious permanent harm than I am. You wouldn’t be the first person I sent into retirement, you damn sure won’t be the last. You like to talk about how you had beaten John Cable, that’s cute but a lot of people have. Just like a lot of people have beaten me. You’re not qualified to carry my luggage girl. This old wolf has teeth for days, don’t fucking try me.
Up next for me is the giant octopus or was it the other kind of Kraken? Like where I get to play pretend as Perseus…Hey Chris do we have it in the budget for a pegasus? Perseus killed the Kraken with the head of Medusa, hmm….I wonder if Sonya is available for a guest spot. No, probably not, it’s a one-way kind of thing. She probably wouldn’t care for the whole decapitation concept.
Pity.
Fade.
Pensacola Beach, Pensacola, Florida - 6 AM
The Gulf Coast breeze sent my hair in different directions seemingly all at the same time. The smell and the sound of the crashing waves brought peace to me. My mind lately had been pure chaos and I liked it that way. My wife Amber and I walked down the beach, we enjoyed doing these kinds of things when we could. Busy schedules like we all have made these times rare and even more special.
Mac Bane: The Kraken
I stopped as Amber kept on walking, collecting sand dollars every so often.
Mac Bane: A creature of myth and science all at the same time. People often refer to the Kraken when talking about the giant octopus. Sometimes though when they’ve had too much time on their hands and too much weed in their system they watch old movies. They watch the plights of Perseus as he rode to save the day. He fought the Kraken while riding a winged pegasus, which I didn’t think there was any other kind really but I digress.
I walk a few steps and meet Amber halfway as she shoots a wink at the camera and dumps a handful of sand dollars into the bucket.
Mac Bane: As an old sailor myself, I have a fondness for marine life. When I was a kid, I had this thought that I would become a marine biologist. Creatures of the sea are so majestic in their natural environment, but outside of that natural habitat they are absolutely helpless.
Pointing down the beach, an example has presented itself. We walked up on a small beached whale. It was obviously very young still and there was not evidence of what caused it to beach itself. Unless you look out past the breakers, in Florida waters, there is a very heavy predator population.
Mac Bane: Sad really, that magnificent creature will die without help from other people. Even if they do succeed, he’s got bigger problems.
I pointed out to sea and you could see multiple fins. We watched as a group of people worked to get the animal back in the water. A young calf that couldn’t be more than a few weeks old.
Mac Bane: The real problem for him and you, is that you both think you’re safe and you’re in the ideal environment for you.
It doesn’t take long and sharks show up and begin circling the young whale. It makes a split decision and tries to bolt for the open sea. Soon, blood filled the water, and the onlookers who had helped the animal looked on in stark terror as it ceased to exist and only gore replaced that fond memory.
I turned the camera away from the grisly scene.
Mac Bane: Like you, he was mistaken. You’re in waters that are new and alien to you, be careful of who you choose to belittle. Some of us don’t play nice. A friendly warning from me to you, it’s the only one you’ll get.
Fade.
The American Airlines Center - Dallas, Texas
I had just parked my truck and stood in the underground parking at the site of our upcoming show. I stood there with my arms outstretched and slowly turned around.
Mac Bane: Good old Dallas, Texas. The Lone Star State is my home, I grew up about four and a half hours down the road.
The smile remains but you can see the gears turning behind my eyes, a flicker shimmers there from time to time.
Mac Bane: Not long ago, I faced John Cable in a one-off show hosted by The Entitiy known as Smash. Us versus Them was a great experience all the way around. A tip of my hat to John for winning that match. It doesn’t change anything. I said what I said and that hasn’t changed, and neither has my opinion. People talk about how I have changed and this is not the same guy that they’ve known for years. That means you weren’t paying attention. That also means that you know….
Nothing.
Congratulations John Snow, you’ve behaved as expected.
Smirking at the camera I continue as I pull the passenger door open and retrieve my bag and newly won tag team titles from SWF.
Mac Bane: Blind tag tournaments are a blast, you never know who your partner will be. In my case, I had never heard of Jacky Sweetwater but we clicked in the ring and that’s where it mattered. Much like when Bam and I won the tag titles here in WGWF. This is just another trophy to add to the growing amount that decorates the offices of CCPE. We just keep on winning, setting attendance records, and bringing companies revenue and financial growth. My opponent for Brawl this week, well, he wouldn’t know anything about that.
The smirk remains with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of my mouth.
Mac Bane: Not to take anything away from the man, he did beat Ragnarok in his debut. Raggy is no pushover but then again, he ain’t me. To be fair though and props to you, I doubt anyone saw that coming. I know I didn’t think you had a chance against the big fella. Guess what? I ain’t Ragnarok.
I swing the belt over my shoulder and start to take a few steps towards the entrance.
Mac Bane: He will make his television debut against yours truly on Brawl.
I stopped and the smirk was gone as was the smile that had threatened to bloom.
Mac Bane: I’m sorry.
I shake my head as crocodile tears run down my cheeks.
Mac Bane: I’m so truly sorry for you. I can’t think of a single reason that the office would do this to you. All that talent and ability, all for nothing. I’m sure that someone will say nice things about you at the viewing. It won’t be me, I could care less. The poor FNG died in a WGWF ring because he simply didn’t realize the danger.
I shake my head in disgust, then I lift my head back up, and all sense of sadness is gone. It’s replaced by nothing but malevolence.
Mac Bane: Every week it seems like some fucking new guy comes in here and thinks that he’s going to take something away from the guys who were here since day one. Guys like Peter Vaughn and myself.
I begin laughing as a thought occurs to me. Bending over I slap my knee and then abruptly stop.
Mac Bane: Go have a conversation with Spencer Adams, I’m the one that broke his undefeated streak and very nearly his jaw. Every single new guy coming in here has a plan, up until someone punches them in the mouth hard enough to trigger their common sense. Then at that point, they become more humble. We’ll find out what your pain tolerance level is, and how much damage you can take.
Walking a little farther I check in with security and they issue me a badge for the building. I walk through the hallways until I find my locker room. I motion for the crew to follow as I get ready to wrap this up.
Mac Bane: I hope that every single person in the cup is paying attention to matches like this. It’s what you can expect from me. I treat every single match like a world title is on the line. I don’t take anyone lightly nor do I look past this opponent for the next one. That’s something only a fool would do. Kraken is a world-class competitor but as good as he is, he’s just not as good as me. Something he’ll figure out, once he’s standing across the ring from me. When he looks into my eyes, he’ll know. They all do when it’s too late to back out of the fight of their lives. That’s exactly what you’re fighting for, your very survival.
The cameraman zooms in on my face, and a crooked smile appears at the right-hand corner of my mouth.
Mac Bane: Bring every single thing you’ve got to this fight, hombre, then borrow some more from any friends and family you might have in attendance. You may not feel it right at this moment. After our match though, you’re going to feel like you’ve finally arrived. Well, after the feeling has returned to your extremities that is. I’ll make sure that a priest is on hand to deliver the last rights, do you prefer catholic? I know a guy.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.” - Stephen King
The Foreword
The political landscape of WGWF has changed in recent weeks. Rotten had joined the enemy camp run by JMont, which now included Justin York and Amber Mansley but NOT Sonya Bensen. That still amused me to no end, he got her before she even thought about screwing him over. It was both tragic and hilarious at the same time. I was really pulling for Sonya to flip that bitch switch before he could plan anything. Her embarrassment has carried over to social media where she continues embarrassing herself on even more epic levels. It’s comedic gold! What’s not comedic gold is that JMont is launching “Mecca V2”. I got to see that shit firsthand in IIW, I was a part of that team and we ran roughshod over the competition. Up until he interfered in Sonya and Kim’s title match and then, Kim and I made it implode. We made sure that their successes were short-lived. I left IIW as the forever and undefeated IIW International Champion while Joe left as a former world champion. Still not a world title shot for me though, No, I’m not good enough for that.
In WGWF following Rotten’s defection to JMont’s team, which caused Peter to lose his title during that cluster fuck of a match, things continue to evolve. Sometimes kindred spirits find themselves banding together to right a wrong. To put boots to asses that deserve every single part of that. So, the fortunate ones or Mecca v2, keep your heads on a swivel. There’s an alliance forming, one that some will say they saw from a mile away and others will be shocked by it. Sonya, keep my name out of your mouth, I know you’re scared of my wife, Amber but trust me when I say this. She’s the calm one in the relationship. She’s the one less likely to do you serious permanent harm than I am. You wouldn’t be the first person I sent into retirement, you damn sure won’t be the last. You like to talk about how you had beaten John Cable, that’s cute but a lot of people have. Just like a lot of people have beaten me. You’re not qualified to carry my luggage girl. This old wolf has teeth for days, don’t fucking try me.
Up next for me is the giant octopus or was it the other kind of Kraken? Like where I get to play pretend as Perseus…Hey Chris do we have it in the budget for a pegasus? Perseus killed the Kraken with the head of Medusa, hmm….I wonder if Sonya is available for a guest spot. No, probably not, it’s a one-way kind of thing. She probably wouldn’t care for the whole decapitation concept.
Pity.
Fade.
Majestic
Pensacola Beach, Pensacola, Florida - 6 AM
The Gulf Coast breeze sent my hair in different directions seemingly all at the same time. The smell and the sound of the crashing waves brought peace to me. My mind lately had been pure chaos and I liked it that way. My wife Amber and I walked down the beach, we enjoyed doing these kinds of things when we could. Busy schedules like we all have made these times rare and even more special.
Mac Bane: The Kraken
I stopped as Amber kept on walking, collecting sand dollars every so often.
Mac Bane: A creature of myth and science all at the same time. People often refer to the Kraken when talking about the giant octopus. Sometimes though when they’ve had too much time on their hands and too much weed in their system they watch old movies. They watch the plights of Perseus as he rode to save the day. He fought the Kraken while riding a winged pegasus, which I didn’t think there was any other kind really but I digress.
I walk a few steps and meet Amber halfway as she shoots a wink at the camera and dumps a handful of sand dollars into the bucket.
Mac Bane: As an old sailor myself, I have a fondness for marine life. When I was a kid, I had this thought that I would become a marine biologist. Creatures of the sea are so majestic in their natural environment, but outside of that natural habitat they are absolutely helpless.
Pointing down the beach, an example has presented itself. We walked up on a small beached whale. It was obviously very young still and there was not evidence of what caused it to beach itself. Unless you look out past the breakers, in Florida waters, there is a very heavy predator population.
Mac Bane: Sad really, that magnificent creature will die without help from other people. Even if they do succeed, he’s got bigger problems.
I pointed out to sea and you could see multiple fins. We watched as a group of people worked to get the animal back in the water. A young calf that couldn’t be more than a few weeks old.
Mac Bane: The real problem for him and you, is that you both think you’re safe and you’re in the ideal environment for you.
It doesn’t take long and sharks show up and begin circling the young whale. It makes a split decision and tries to bolt for the open sea. Soon, blood filled the water, and the onlookers who had helped the animal looked on in stark terror as it ceased to exist and only gore replaced that fond memory.
I turned the camera away from the grisly scene.
Mac Bane: Like you, he was mistaken. You’re in waters that are new and alien to you, be careful of who you choose to belittle. Some of us don’t play nice. A friendly warning from me to you, it’s the only one you’ll get.
Fade.
Last Rights
The American Airlines Center - Dallas, Texas
I had just parked my truck and stood in the underground parking at the site of our upcoming show. I stood there with my arms outstretched and slowly turned around.
Mac Bane: Good old Dallas, Texas. The Lone Star State is my home, I grew up about four and a half hours down the road.
The smile remains but you can see the gears turning behind my eyes, a flicker shimmers there from time to time.
Mac Bane: Not long ago, I faced John Cable in a one-off show hosted by The Entitiy known as Smash. Us versus Them was a great experience all the way around. A tip of my hat to John for winning that match. It doesn’t change anything. I said what I said and that hasn’t changed, and neither has my opinion. People talk about how I have changed and this is not the same guy that they’ve known for years. That means you weren’t paying attention. That also means that you know….
Nothing.
Congratulations John Snow, you’ve behaved as expected.
Smirking at the camera I continue as I pull the passenger door open and retrieve my bag and newly won tag team titles from SWF.
Mac Bane: Blind tag tournaments are a blast, you never know who your partner will be. In my case, I had never heard of Jacky Sweetwater but we clicked in the ring and that’s where it mattered. Much like when Bam and I won the tag titles here in WGWF. This is just another trophy to add to the growing amount that decorates the offices of CCPE. We just keep on winning, setting attendance records, and bringing companies revenue and financial growth. My opponent for Brawl this week, well, he wouldn’t know anything about that.
The smirk remains with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of my mouth.
Mac Bane: Not to take anything away from the man, he did beat Ragnarok in his debut. Raggy is no pushover but then again, he ain’t me. To be fair though and props to you, I doubt anyone saw that coming. I know I didn’t think you had a chance against the big fella. Guess what? I ain’t Ragnarok.
I swing the belt over my shoulder and start to take a few steps towards the entrance.
Mac Bane: He will make his television debut against yours truly on Brawl.
I stopped and the smirk was gone as was the smile that had threatened to bloom.
Mac Bane: I’m sorry.
I shake my head as crocodile tears run down my cheeks.
Mac Bane: I’m so truly sorry for you. I can’t think of a single reason that the office would do this to you. All that talent and ability, all for nothing. I’m sure that someone will say nice things about you at the viewing. It won’t be me, I could care less. The poor FNG died in a WGWF ring because he simply didn’t realize the danger.
I shake my head in disgust, then I lift my head back up, and all sense of sadness is gone. It’s replaced by nothing but malevolence.
Mac Bane: Every week it seems like some fucking new guy comes in here and thinks that he’s going to take something away from the guys who were here since day one. Guys like Peter Vaughn and myself.
I begin laughing as a thought occurs to me. Bending over I slap my knee and then abruptly stop.
Mac Bane: Go have a conversation with Spencer Adams, I’m the one that broke his undefeated streak and very nearly his jaw. Every single new guy coming in here has a plan, up until someone punches them in the mouth hard enough to trigger their common sense. Then at that point, they become more humble. We’ll find out what your pain tolerance level is, and how much damage you can take.
Walking a little farther I check in with security and they issue me a badge for the building. I walk through the hallways until I find my locker room. I motion for the crew to follow as I get ready to wrap this up.
Mac Bane: I hope that every single person in the cup is paying attention to matches like this. It’s what you can expect from me. I treat every single match like a world title is on the line. I don’t take anyone lightly nor do I look past this opponent for the next one. That’s something only a fool would do. Kraken is a world-class competitor but as good as he is, he’s just not as good as me. Something he’ll figure out, once he’s standing across the ring from me. When he looks into my eyes, he’ll know. They all do when it’s too late to back out of the fight of their lives. That’s exactly what you’re fighting for, your very survival.
The cameraman zooms in on my face, and a crooked smile appears at the right-hand corner of my mouth.
Mac Bane: Bring every single thing you’ve got to this fight, hombre, then borrow some more from any friends and family you might have in attendance. You may not feel it right at this moment. After our match though, you’re going to feel like you’ve finally arrived. Well, after the feeling has returned to your extremities that is. I’ll make sure that a priest is on hand to deliver the last rights, do you prefer catholic? I know a guy.