Post by Ezra Gideon on Jul 26, 2024 19:46:45 GMT -5
A level playing field.
{Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, “Come For The Taco’s, Stay For The Show”}
Navajo Tacos were Ezra's favorite things in the world—especially the ones from a certain food truck that traveled around OKC. Whenever Ezra and Davey came to Oklahoma City, his manager didn’t even have to ask what the first stop would be. He just drove them to wherever the food truck was.
Ezra: I can almost taste the venison and grilled onions, Unc.
Davey rolled his eyes slightly as he maneuvered the rental to the ramp, he slowed down and took the ramp down to where the food truck was.
Davey: At least you’re thinking with your stomach instead of your dick for a change.
Ezra barked a laugh at his uncle and shook his head.
Ezra: Hey, I’m in high demand, Unc. Don’t be jelly.
They came to a stop not far from the food truck and he slid the transmission into park. He looked at his nephew with a most earnest look.
Davey: I’m not jealous, kid, I’m worried. I need you to take this seriously, that bitch that holds the title will spare no expense in making sure she has you outnumbered and outgunned at the live event. Do not take her lightly.
Ezra flinched at his Uncle’s harsh words, but he also understood where he was going with it.
Ezra: Well, I’ve made some friends recently that should help with that. I’ll introduce you at the next show. I think you’ll like them. You have my word, Uncle, I am taking this very seriously. I know I sound like I don’t see her or them as a threat. I do recognize what they represent, and how things can go south very quickly.
The camera followed them to the food truck and they placed their orders. The continued to talk about the upcoming match.
Davey: Seth and Kenji are your next opponents. Triple threats are messy and I’ll help you keep an eye out for others who may want to stick their nose in your business.
Ezra nodded in agreement, there was a look of gratitude on his face.
Ezra: I appreciate that, I know there are no DQs in that match and it would make it all too easy for someone to take a cheap shot, thinking they could get away with it.
The food was finally ready and Ezra went and picked up their tacos from the window. He smiled and tipped the cook generously and thanked him for getting it done so quickly.
Davey: Oh lord…..
Ezra looked over at his uncle and then followed his gaze. He almost dropped his taco as he locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.
Davey: Don’t.
Fade.
{Will Rogers Airport - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma - “Freedom of Expression”}
Much to the surprise of Davey, Gideon did as he asked and didn’t pursue the pretty girl. It had become his motto lately as well, he didn’t chase skirts, they chased him. It had become even more rare that he allowed them to catch him. He was pretty certain that Davey was convinced that his nephew was finally growing up. He was determined to keep himself focused on the task ahead. He knew what Amber Mansley brought to the table. He’d watched her matches and saw how her crew would interfere. His thought process was broken as the attendants approached with his gear. He slid his shoulders through the harness for the skydiving rig and the attendants made sure that everything was fastened correctly. The instructor, an older gentleman, was reviewing his jump log and had gone to the trouble to verify a number of the entries.
Instructor: Well, your paperwork checks out, you’ve logged over a thousand jumps over the past two years?
Ezra grinned.
Ezra Gideon: Yes sir, I love skydiving. It feeds my addiction to adrenaline.
The instructor shook his head and laughed.
Instructor: That I can understand. Your flight goes up in about 5 minutes.
Ezra gave him a thumbs up and began stretching, warming up his muscles for the task ahead. Few things made him happier than high-risk activities.
Davey: I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.
Ezra shot him a grin and a wink.
Ezra Gideon: But, Unc, you swore that was going to be an angry husband.
Davey rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Davey: I did say that, that’s true but that was years before you started being a problem. I mean, why jump out of a perfectly good airplane?
Now it was Ezra’s turn to roll his eyes.
Ezra Gideon: Unc, we’ve been over this before, the real question is why not?
Davey grinned.
Davey: That's the easy part, the chute might not open, the plane could crash, it’s just stupid.
Ezra Gideon: Sure, those are all possible but not with the precautions and the safety measures taken by a good flight crew like this one.
Davey shrugged his shoulders.
Davey: It’s like I always tell ya kid, it’s not the fall that’ll kill ya, it’s that sudden stop at the end.
Ezra shrugged in indifference, why would today be any different than any other jump?
Ezra Gideon: You really should try it someday, the feeling is hard to describe, it’s just so….freeing.
Davey: I’ll take your word for it, you do you nephew, I’ll be fine right here on the ground.
Ezra smiled at his uncle, he’d never call that man a pussy, that’s for sure. Davey had been able to walk away from some seriously messed up shit in his day. A no-nonsense New Yorker is what that man was. He had ties to a lot of groups in New York and was not a man to be trifled with.
Ezra Gideon: Fair enough, Unc, I’ll see you back here in a while then.
His uncle saluted him as if to say, go do what you want and smiled at his nephew. The instructor buzzed Ezra out and onto the tarmac where the crew waited for him. He was excited about this jump because he had something special in mind.
Ezra Gideon: It’s all about freedom of expression, Unc.
Fade.
[on camera]
{Block 23 - Oklahoma City, Ok - “Sky’s the limit”}
The weather has been kind and now Ezra and Davey are enjoying a few adult beverages and watching the sunset at a local outdoor bar. Background noise from the television nearby could be heard as the local newsman recalled the story.
Newsman: The lighter side of sport. A Texas man decided to express his true feelings today during a skydiving event.
Ezra chuckled and Davey rolled his eyes as the clip played, a shot of a naked Ezra Gideon skydiving. Junk hanging out as the skywriter he had hired put out in big letters….”Fuck You TFO” The wrestling fans in the crowd erupted in cheers, and glasses were clinked together in celebration of what he’d done. He looked over at his uncle who had the camera out and began recording.
Davey: Talk to the people Easy E, tell ‘em what’s up.
Ezra flashed an easy going smile and winked at the camera.
Ezra Gideon: What’s up, indeed? No one and I mean no one in this company has been able to stop what’s going on with The Fortunate Ones. That doesn’t mean they haven’t tried, and no disrespect to guys like Cable and Knight. The thing is, you have to be able to complete the task to make a difference. Until they’ve been stopped, there can never be a level playing field in WGWF. Some like Xavier Lux will think this line of thinking is naive and that I’m putting a target on myself without having any backup in place. They can think that all they want, I may be young but I’m not stupid. I am equipped for whatever and whoever comes my way, you can believe that.
Davey: Word.
Ezra Gideon: I’ve been trained and trained with some of the best this business has to offer. I’ve got the best agent and manager in the business by my side. I can handle the heat of what I’ve done today, but I can tell you straight up, that TFO doesn’t want this smoke. I’ll smoke all their collective asses, they don’t know it yet but I know Mansley will be watching. Pay attention, champ, it’s not the real education you’ll receive, this will just be the starter course. I’m not looking past my opponents this week, they are my focus and my goals never change. Defeat what’s in front of me and then focus on the next round.
Davey flashes him a grin from behind the camera, followed by a thumbs-up.
Ezra Gideon: Sinister Seth Stevens; a man with a winning reputation in WGWF. He’s held the IC title a couple of times, he’s been a tag team champion here. That’s a great resume for a man to hang his hat on as they say. He’s a guy who is trying with all of his might to recapture past glories and make a comeback to what he considers is his place at the top of the mountain. The problem for him is that it really hasn’t worked out, has it? No, and now he has a bigger problem, the two men he’s in the ring with are younger, faster, and stronger than you. I may not be the original high-risk heretic, but I’m the evolution of it. You are way outclassed and outgunned in this match, old man, get ready for the wheelchair, I’ll make sure it’s a custom job with flames on the side since you don’t seem to have that fire anymore.
Davey looks to the heavens and says a thank you, Ezra was finally taking the guardrails off and going savage which was something Davey had been trying to get him to do since day one. Ezra knew that one of his problems was, he had been far too polite in his interactions, but it was time to evolve.
Ezra Gideon: The other gentleman in this match who does have that fire is Kenji. He had been previously named the number one contender for the X-Division crown that firmly sits atop Amber Mansley’s head. Then oversight kicked in and management didn’t care about that and he was drafted to the opposite show. It wasn’t right and I’ve asked Mr. Barrows to make it right, because more than anything I want it to be a level playing field. Kenji through no fault of his own was screwed out of a title shot, Mansley dodged a bullet on that one and she knows it.
Davey smiles and then something catches his eye and he moves to a profile shot of Ezra. He captures the absence of the pork chop sideburns.
Ezra Gideon: I did take one piece of advice from a vet, just as I evolve, so is my look. I don’t speak Japanese otherwise I’d deliver this message in his native language. I know Kenji speaks English quite well so…. Kenji, I know you have all this fire and anger because of the way the company handled your business. You already know I have a high level of respect for you as a person and a competitor. Once we are inside the ring, that all goes away and it’s just business. I’ll drop you just as quick as I will Stevens, maybe more so, you and I are equals as competitors. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Every person who has made that mistake so far has been left staring at the ring lights as the man counted 3.
Davey gives him the signal to start wrapping it up.
Ezra Gideon: My undefeated record won’t stop in this match and if anyone gets any ideas, I’ll kick your head off your damn shoulders.
Fade.
Davey: 5 stars!
{Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, “Come For The Taco’s, Stay For The Show”}
Navajo Tacos were Ezra's favorite things in the world—especially the ones from a certain food truck that traveled around OKC. Whenever Ezra and Davey came to Oklahoma City, his manager didn’t even have to ask what the first stop would be. He just drove them to wherever the food truck was.
Ezra: I can almost taste the venison and grilled onions, Unc.
Davey rolled his eyes slightly as he maneuvered the rental to the ramp, he slowed down and took the ramp down to where the food truck was.
Davey: At least you’re thinking with your stomach instead of your dick for a change.
Ezra barked a laugh at his uncle and shook his head.
Ezra: Hey, I’m in high demand, Unc. Don’t be jelly.
They came to a stop not far from the food truck and he slid the transmission into park. He looked at his nephew with a most earnest look.
Davey: I’m not jealous, kid, I’m worried. I need you to take this seriously, that bitch that holds the title will spare no expense in making sure she has you outnumbered and outgunned at the live event. Do not take her lightly.
Ezra flinched at his Uncle’s harsh words, but he also understood where he was going with it.
Ezra: Well, I’ve made some friends recently that should help with that. I’ll introduce you at the next show. I think you’ll like them. You have my word, Uncle, I am taking this very seriously. I know I sound like I don’t see her or them as a threat. I do recognize what they represent, and how things can go south very quickly.
The camera followed them to the food truck and they placed their orders. The continued to talk about the upcoming match.
Davey: Seth and Kenji are your next opponents. Triple threats are messy and I’ll help you keep an eye out for others who may want to stick their nose in your business.
Ezra nodded in agreement, there was a look of gratitude on his face.
Ezra: I appreciate that, I know there are no DQs in that match and it would make it all too easy for someone to take a cheap shot, thinking they could get away with it.
The food was finally ready and Ezra went and picked up their tacos from the window. He smiled and tipped the cook generously and thanked him for getting it done so quickly.
Davey: Oh lord…..
Ezra looked over at his uncle and then followed his gaze. He almost dropped his taco as he locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.
Davey: Don’t.
Fade.
{Will Rogers Airport - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma - “Freedom of Expression”}
Much to the surprise of Davey, Gideon did as he asked and didn’t pursue the pretty girl. It had become his motto lately as well, he didn’t chase skirts, they chased him. It had become even more rare that he allowed them to catch him. He was pretty certain that Davey was convinced that his nephew was finally growing up. He was determined to keep himself focused on the task ahead. He knew what Amber Mansley brought to the table. He’d watched her matches and saw how her crew would interfere. His thought process was broken as the attendants approached with his gear. He slid his shoulders through the harness for the skydiving rig and the attendants made sure that everything was fastened correctly. The instructor, an older gentleman, was reviewing his jump log and had gone to the trouble to verify a number of the entries.
Instructor: Well, your paperwork checks out, you’ve logged over a thousand jumps over the past two years?
Ezra grinned.
Ezra Gideon: Yes sir, I love skydiving. It feeds my addiction to adrenaline.
The instructor shook his head and laughed.
Instructor: That I can understand. Your flight goes up in about 5 minutes.
Ezra gave him a thumbs up and began stretching, warming up his muscles for the task ahead. Few things made him happier than high-risk activities.
Davey: I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.
Ezra shot him a grin and a wink.
Ezra Gideon: But, Unc, you swore that was going to be an angry husband.
Davey rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Davey: I did say that, that’s true but that was years before you started being a problem. I mean, why jump out of a perfectly good airplane?
Now it was Ezra’s turn to roll his eyes.
Ezra Gideon: Unc, we’ve been over this before, the real question is why not?
Davey grinned.
Davey: That's the easy part, the chute might not open, the plane could crash, it’s just stupid.
Ezra Gideon: Sure, those are all possible but not with the precautions and the safety measures taken by a good flight crew like this one.
Davey shrugged his shoulders.
Davey: It’s like I always tell ya kid, it’s not the fall that’ll kill ya, it’s that sudden stop at the end.
Ezra shrugged in indifference, why would today be any different than any other jump?
Ezra Gideon: You really should try it someday, the feeling is hard to describe, it’s just so….freeing.
Davey: I’ll take your word for it, you do you nephew, I’ll be fine right here on the ground.
Ezra smiled at his uncle, he’d never call that man a pussy, that’s for sure. Davey had been able to walk away from some seriously messed up shit in his day. A no-nonsense New Yorker is what that man was. He had ties to a lot of groups in New York and was not a man to be trifled with.
Ezra Gideon: Fair enough, Unc, I’ll see you back here in a while then.
His uncle saluted him as if to say, go do what you want and smiled at his nephew. The instructor buzzed Ezra out and onto the tarmac where the crew waited for him. He was excited about this jump because he had something special in mind.
Ezra Gideon: It’s all about freedom of expression, Unc.
Fade.
[on camera]
{Block 23 - Oklahoma City, Ok - “Sky’s the limit”}
The weather has been kind and now Ezra and Davey are enjoying a few adult beverages and watching the sunset at a local outdoor bar. Background noise from the television nearby could be heard as the local newsman recalled the story.
Newsman: The lighter side of sport. A Texas man decided to express his true feelings today during a skydiving event.
Ezra chuckled and Davey rolled his eyes as the clip played, a shot of a naked Ezra Gideon skydiving. Junk hanging out as the skywriter he had hired put out in big letters….”Fuck You TFO” The wrestling fans in the crowd erupted in cheers, and glasses were clinked together in celebration of what he’d done. He looked over at his uncle who had the camera out and began recording.
Davey: Talk to the people Easy E, tell ‘em what’s up.
Ezra flashed an easy going smile and winked at the camera.
Ezra Gideon: What’s up, indeed? No one and I mean no one in this company has been able to stop what’s going on with The Fortunate Ones. That doesn’t mean they haven’t tried, and no disrespect to guys like Cable and Knight. The thing is, you have to be able to complete the task to make a difference. Until they’ve been stopped, there can never be a level playing field in WGWF. Some like Xavier Lux will think this line of thinking is naive and that I’m putting a target on myself without having any backup in place. They can think that all they want, I may be young but I’m not stupid. I am equipped for whatever and whoever comes my way, you can believe that.
Davey: Word.
Ezra Gideon: I’ve been trained and trained with some of the best this business has to offer. I’ve got the best agent and manager in the business by my side. I can handle the heat of what I’ve done today, but I can tell you straight up, that TFO doesn’t want this smoke. I’ll smoke all their collective asses, they don’t know it yet but I know Mansley will be watching. Pay attention, champ, it’s not the real education you’ll receive, this will just be the starter course. I’m not looking past my opponents this week, they are my focus and my goals never change. Defeat what’s in front of me and then focus on the next round.
Davey flashes him a grin from behind the camera, followed by a thumbs-up.
Ezra Gideon: Sinister Seth Stevens; a man with a winning reputation in WGWF. He’s held the IC title a couple of times, he’s been a tag team champion here. That’s a great resume for a man to hang his hat on as they say. He’s a guy who is trying with all of his might to recapture past glories and make a comeback to what he considers is his place at the top of the mountain. The problem for him is that it really hasn’t worked out, has it? No, and now he has a bigger problem, the two men he’s in the ring with are younger, faster, and stronger than you. I may not be the original high-risk heretic, but I’m the evolution of it. You are way outclassed and outgunned in this match, old man, get ready for the wheelchair, I’ll make sure it’s a custom job with flames on the side since you don’t seem to have that fire anymore.
Davey looks to the heavens and says a thank you, Ezra was finally taking the guardrails off and going savage which was something Davey had been trying to get him to do since day one. Ezra knew that one of his problems was, he had been far too polite in his interactions, but it was time to evolve.
Ezra Gideon: The other gentleman in this match who does have that fire is Kenji. He had been previously named the number one contender for the X-Division crown that firmly sits atop Amber Mansley’s head. Then oversight kicked in and management didn’t care about that and he was drafted to the opposite show. It wasn’t right and I’ve asked Mr. Barrows to make it right, because more than anything I want it to be a level playing field. Kenji through no fault of his own was screwed out of a title shot, Mansley dodged a bullet on that one and she knows it.
Davey smiles and then something catches his eye and he moves to a profile shot of Ezra. He captures the absence of the pork chop sideburns.
Ezra Gideon: I did take one piece of advice from a vet, just as I evolve, so is my look. I don’t speak Japanese otherwise I’d deliver this message in his native language. I know Kenji speaks English quite well so…. Kenji, I know you have all this fire and anger because of the way the company handled your business. You already know I have a high level of respect for you as a person and a competitor. Once we are inside the ring, that all goes away and it’s just business. I’ll drop you just as quick as I will Stevens, maybe more so, you and I are equals as competitors. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Every person who has made that mistake so far has been left staring at the ring lights as the man counted 3.
Davey gives him the signal to start wrapping it up.
Ezra Gideon: My undefeated record won’t stop in this match and if anyone gets any ideas, I’ll kick your head off your damn shoulders.
Fade.
Davey: 5 stars!