Post by davidwayne13 on Jul 14, 2024 14:13:53 GMT -5
A massive heatwave was blanketing the entire world, and nobody was happier than David Francis.
I may not have captured the WGWF X-Division Title, but I was getting back to doing what I do best which was straight up hurting motherfuckers.
It's no surprise I wasn't in a very good mood. Considering my opponent's name was Lightning. I scoff wondering what's going to be next.
Being jetlagged was an absolute bitch, and I was going to take it out on Lightning. A person who could be the brunt of every pun known to man.
"Lightning, first I've got to tell you the man you know as "David Francis" is gone. No more of that good guy shit going forward.You see I had to go to a very dark place to survive the WGWF X-Division title match.In the aftermath I was never the same. Anything that was left of what I thought of my initial return is now gone. My whole process going forward has now changed. My mission to hunt down J. Mont, and display his head on a pike for the whole world to see is no longer a concern. I'm out for my fucking self, and now I'm demanding a rematch for the WGWF X-Division Championship."
Outside of the airport there was no car waiting for me. I sighed, at the thought of having to drop a hundred bucks on an Uber, but that's ultimately what I had to do. The only hotel with any vacancies was La Quinta Inn. It was what it does, and at least I could shake off this feeling of being jet lagged before stepping info the ring.
The Uber dropped me off at the lobby entrance. Making sure I had my gym bag, I got out of the jet black SUV walking inside heading for the front desk. Getting the key, I walked down the hall since my room was on the first floor. Placing the card key into the door, it immediately unlocked. Stepping into the room a blast of ice cold air hit me in the face, and I thought it was going to knock me over. I was instantly worried that my room may not have any hot water. Placing my gym bag by one of the double queen size beds I opened the bathroom door, shutting it.
Turning on the shower I was relieved that they had hot water. I threw a towel over the camera as we fade ro black.
Fading back in I'm wearing lucky brand blue jeans, and a white death before dishonor shirt. The ultimate in comfort for me.
"Lightning, I've just got to ask this. Because I've been at the center of a similar conversation before. Who in the fuck calls themselves Lightning? Either somebody with literally no time on their hands, or somebody whose extremely bored!"
"What happens when I kick the ever loving shit put of you? When your little nickname loses its meaning. Are you going to quit like the bitch you are? That is some of the most unoriginal shit I've come across in a very long time. I, Morbid Wolf will no longer stand for it!"
I was completely caught off guard by this hotel. It was decent enough. Granted, I was never too impressed with LA Quinta Inn, or their continental breakfast. Hopefully, I'd be up early enough that I'd be out before they began serving.
Although, since since I had a little time to spare I could get a nap to come back to myself. Picking up my cell phone from the nightstand I opened the door dash app seeing what deals they had on food. I noticed my voicemail light up but refused to listen to it for the time being.
"Lightning, let me make something real clear. Nobody gives a fuck about your little low grade WCW gimmick names. Do you think you're just going to show up to Smash and walk through me? Because if that's the case you better revisit dreamland. It may happen there but it certainly isn't happening in reality. Speaking of reality, it's something your ass better start living in."
With that David flips off the camera as we got to static.
I may not have captured the WGWF X-Division Title, but I was getting back to doing what I do best which was straight up hurting motherfuckers.
It's no surprise I wasn't in a very good mood. Considering my opponent's name was Lightning. I scoff wondering what's going to be next.
Being jetlagged was an absolute bitch, and I was going to take it out on Lightning. A person who could be the brunt of every pun known to man.
"Lightning, first I've got to tell you the man you know as "David Francis" is gone. No more of that good guy shit going forward.You see I had to go to a very dark place to survive the WGWF X-Division title match.In the aftermath I was never the same. Anything that was left of what I thought of my initial return is now gone. My whole process going forward has now changed. My mission to hunt down J. Mont, and display his head on a pike for the whole world to see is no longer a concern. I'm out for my fucking self, and now I'm demanding a rematch for the WGWF X-Division Championship."
Outside of the airport there was no car waiting for me. I sighed, at the thought of having to drop a hundred bucks on an Uber, but that's ultimately what I had to do. The only hotel with any vacancies was La Quinta Inn. It was what it does, and at least I could shake off this feeling of being jet lagged before stepping info the ring.
The Uber dropped me off at the lobby entrance. Making sure I had my gym bag, I got out of the jet black SUV walking inside heading for the front desk. Getting the key, I walked down the hall since my room was on the first floor. Placing the card key into the door, it immediately unlocked. Stepping into the room a blast of ice cold air hit me in the face, and I thought it was going to knock me over. I was instantly worried that my room may not have any hot water. Placing my gym bag by one of the double queen size beds I opened the bathroom door, shutting it.
Turning on the shower I was relieved that they had hot water. I threw a towel over the camera as we fade ro black.
Fading back in I'm wearing lucky brand blue jeans, and a white death before dishonor shirt. The ultimate in comfort for me.
"Lightning, I've just got to ask this. Because I've been at the center of a similar conversation before. Who in the fuck calls themselves Lightning? Either somebody with literally no time on their hands, or somebody whose extremely bored!"
"What happens when I kick the ever loving shit put of you? When your little nickname loses its meaning. Are you going to quit like the bitch you are? That is some of the most unoriginal shit I've come across in a very long time. I, Morbid Wolf will no longer stand for it!"
I was completely caught off guard by this hotel. It was decent enough. Granted, I was never too impressed with LA Quinta Inn, or their continental breakfast. Hopefully, I'd be up early enough that I'd be out before they began serving.
Although, since since I had a little time to spare I could get a nap to come back to myself. Picking up my cell phone from the nightstand I opened the door dash app seeing what deals they had on food. I noticed my voicemail light up but refused to listen to it for the time being.
"Lightning, let me make something real clear. Nobody gives a fuck about your little low grade WCW gimmick names. Do you think you're just going to show up to Smash and walk through me? Because if that's the case you better revisit dreamland. It may happen there but it certainly isn't happening in reality. Speaking of reality, it's something your ass better start living in."
With that David flips off the camera as we got to static.