Post by Edward Grado on Aug 19, 2024 13:59:58 GMT -5
“What the hell are you doing?”
The voice of Jamal is heard at the opening of the scene where we find Edward sitting in a booth at a random Golden Corral in the greater Miami area. In front of Edward is a plate with cheap steak, fried chicken, a cut of ham, a hotdog, and a double cheeseburger. Next to that is a plate of french fries, another plate of green beans, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese. Edward looks up at Jamal with puppy dog eyes and mutters out.
EDWARD GRADO- “Training.”
Jamal simply shakes his head while letting out a deep sigh.
JAMAL- “You’ve got a HUGE title defense against a monster and this is what you call… training?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Yes.”
Jamal slowly takes a seat on the opposite side of the booth.
JAMAL- “Um… how so?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Colossus likes to eat and for the life of me I couldn’t figure it out… and then it hit me.”
JAMAL- “What hit you?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Why he eats himself stupid.”
JAMAL- “Why?”
EDWARD GRADO- “He likes to poot.”
Jamal cracks into laughter at the comment from Edward coming out of left field.
EDWARD GRADO- “He eats gassy food so he can poot on his opponents. I’m going to beat him to the proverbial punch.”
Jamal composes himself.
JAMAL- “Unreal.”
Edward pick up his fork and is about to jab it into the piece of ham when his arm is stopped by Jamal.
JAMAL- “This isn’t going to work. Come with me, I’ve got something I want to show you.
**********
The level of excitement is at an all-time high because I’m walking into one of the biggest Pay-Per-View events of the year defending the WGWF Television Championship against a lard ass that would rather stuff his face than take anything seriously. I have proven that I can take you down, and now I’m going to prove that I can retain this title and continue the reign of the people. Colossus, you might be bigger, you might be stronger, you might smell worse, and you might be able to out-eat me on any given night but what you won’t be doing is leaving Summer Madness with the WGWF Television Championship. I’ve come a long way throughout 2024 and I’ve done it but busting my ass every week I’m put on a card. Nothing beats hard world or dedication… including a fat slob like you. On paper, this should be a no-brainer for you, but where you’re going to underestimate me is when it comes to heart there isn’t a bigger one on the roster than what’s beating inside my chest.
Don’t worry lardo, you’ll find out on South Beach.
***********
Jamal pulled up outside a twenty-four-hour gym in downtown Miami with Grado in his passenger seat. Edward lets out a loud groan as Jamal puts the car in park.
JAMAL- “I know it’s the LAST place you want to be but I promise you’ll find what’s inside more than appealing. When you talk about training for someone like Colossus sitting at an all-you-can-eat buffet isn’t how you’ll get it done.
Jamal opens his door and exits the car.
EDWARD GRADO- “I don’t wanna.”
Jamal leans back down peering into the car.
JAMAL- “Edward.”
EDWARD GRADO- “Ugh… fine.”
Edward opens his door and gets out of the car.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’m not dressed to work out.
JAMAL- “Don’t worry, I got you covered.”
Jamal walks around the front of the car and joins Edward on the sidewalk.
EDWARD GRADO- “Is this place even open? It is kind of late.”
JAMAL- “Babe, we’re in my neck of the woods. Nothing is ever closed when you know the right people.”
Edward stops in his tracks.
JAMAL- “What’s up?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Did you just call me babe?”
Jamal realizes what he has let slip.
JAMAL- “Ummm, yeah.”
There is an awkward silence as Jamal stares at Edward and Edward stares back at Jamal for several seconds.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’ll allow it. Thank your lucky stars you’re nice to me.”
Jamal breathes a sigh of relief.
JAMAL- “Are you ready to do this?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Not really.”
**********
I might be the underdog in the eyes of most with the sheer size difference that rests between Colossus and I. I’m not mad that people are counting me out because if I was on the outside looking in I might be inclined to agree with you, but when it comes to Colossus he hasn’t been tested by anyone of merrit in the WGWF… I have. Need I remind you that I’m one of the few men who has pinned Joe Montuori, I’m the one who shocked the world by winning the Television Championship, and I’m going to shock the world again when I retain it. Is it going to be easy? Heck no! Look at Thunder thighs across the ring from me! He’s two tons of fun! He can probably take my head off if he gets the opportunity. I know that I’m going to have to be willing to take a beating, I know that I’m going to have to dig down deep and weather his storm. I’ve seen him in the ring, I’ve studied how he has been able to score his wins, and I’ve learned to do what others can not.
Evade.
I don’t have to beat you.
You HAVE to beat me.
I can stick and move and make you give chase. I can run that gas tank down to zero before I pounce. You HAVE to keep up with me. Not vice versa, and coinciding you’d rather stuff your face versus getting on a treadmill tells me forcing you into playing my way will yield higher results than the yeast that is in your system.
**********
Jamal led Edward through the doors of the gym where space had been made for a ring to be erected.
JAMAL- “This is where you’re going to train for Colossus, not at a buffet table.”
Edward looks toward the ring to see the back of someone who is in grey sweatpants and wrestling shoes.
JAMAL- “And I knew the perfect person to call to help get you checked in.”
EDWARD GRADO- “Who is that?”
The figure slowly turns around revealing himself to be…
Edward’s eyes light up!
EDWARD GRADO- “PAPI!”
Sam rolls his eyes as we see Edward roll into the ring and charge across full speed head looking to tackle Sam Chatman with a hug. Sam sidesteps the hug at the last second sending Edward tumbling through the ropes and back out to the floor. Sam shakes his head as he leans against the ropes looking down at Edward.
SAM CHATMAN- “You’re not going to knock off someone undefeated if you’re not constantly on your guard.
Edward looks up at Sam from a prone position on the floor.
EDWARD GRADO- “Did you miss me?”
Sam glances over at Jamal on the other side of the ring.
SAM CHATMAN- “I’m glad you called me. Somethings will never change with Grado.”
Edward dusts himself up as he gets up off the floor and slides back into the ring where he quickly gets to his feet and when Sam turns his attention back toward Edward we see Grado snatch a sideheadlock and snap Chatman over to the mat.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’ve changed.”
Edward cranks on the head of Chatman who counters out with a headscissors.
SAM CHATMAN- “Jamal tells him you might not be taking Colossus seriously.”
Sam cranks on Edward’s head with his legs.
SAM CHATMAN- “It’s the biggest challenge in your television championship reign, and if you can’t get past me you won’t get past him.”
Edward pops out of the headscissors and both Sam and Grado are back to their feet.
SAM CHATMAN- “You’ve busted your ass throughout 2024 and if you allow that overgrown shriek mother fucker take it all away all of your work will be for nothing.”
EDWARD GRADO- “Nobody knows how seriously to take this but me. I’m well aware of what he brings to the table and I fully understand that he’s a threat… but I also know there is a old saying that goes a little something like this. The bigger you are, the harder you fall, and when I knock lardass down it’s going to register on the richter scale!”
SAM CHATMAN- “You better check in and get to work because eating yourself stupid isn’t going to cut it.
EDWARD GRADO- “It works for him.”
***********
All I hear is how Colossus is undefeated and how am I going to counteract his size or his strength. The one thing I will tell you is if you continue to sleep on me you’ll end up getting beaten. I can flip the switch at any point, and while I’ll be the first to admit I like to have a good time with anything I’m a part of I know that this isn’t a laughing matter. I know I’m walking into an uphill battle, I’m walking into the ring against a guy that is a Super Heavyweight who wants what I have… The WGWF Television Championship. Seth Stevens wanted it, Pogo wanted it, Kimber Kenson wanted it too… all of those matches I was looked at as the underdog but I rose to the occasion and did the unthinkable.
It’s not the first time I’ve defied the odds.
It’s not going to be the last time either.
I find a way to feed off the energy of any arena, or beach in this case, and I use the crowd to further fuel me when I’m inside that ring. I don’t know if I’m leaving South Beach with the Television Championship around my waist because one thing I won’t do is pretend to know the future. What I do know is that in order for me not to leave with it you’re going to have to pry it out of my cold, dead, hands. I’ve got a heart three sizes too big inside this chest and I will never admit defeat. I’ll keep coming, I’ll keep fighting, and I’ll make a believer out of you, Colossus. I want you to think this is going to be like taking candy from a baby but what you’re going to realize is that I’ve already got the candy. Summer Madness is going to be an event like no other, and while there are plenty of marquee matches scheduled to take place I promise you that THIS is the one that you’re not going to want to miss.
However it shakes out I promise all my fans that I will not stop.
I will fight.
I will not let you down because my name is not John Cable.
Colossus, get ready big man… because I’m about to take you to school.
The voice of Jamal is heard at the opening of the scene where we find Edward sitting in a booth at a random Golden Corral in the greater Miami area. In front of Edward is a plate with cheap steak, fried chicken, a cut of ham, a hotdog, and a double cheeseburger. Next to that is a plate of french fries, another plate of green beans, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese. Edward looks up at Jamal with puppy dog eyes and mutters out.
EDWARD GRADO- “Training.”
Jamal simply shakes his head while letting out a deep sigh.
JAMAL- “You’ve got a HUGE title defense against a monster and this is what you call… training?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Yes.”
Jamal slowly takes a seat on the opposite side of the booth.
JAMAL- “Um… how so?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Colossus likes to eat and for the life of me I couldn’t figure it out… and then it hit me.”
JAMAL- “What hit you?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Why he eats himself stupid.”
JAMAL- “Why?”
EDWARD GRADO- “He likes to poot.”
Jamal cracks into laughter at the comment from Edward coming out of left field.
EDWARD GRADO- “He eats gassy food so he can poot on his opponents. I’m going to beat him to the proverbial punch.”
Jamal composes himself.
JAMAL- “Unreal.”
Edward pick up his fork and is about to jab it into the piece of ham when his arm is stopped by Jamal.
JAMAL- “This isn’t going to work. Come with me, I’ve got something I want to show you.
**********
The level of excitement is at an all-time high because I’m walking into one of the biggest Pay-Per-View events of the year defending the WGWF Television Championship against a lard ass that would rather stuff his face than take anything seriously. I have proven that I can take you down, and now I’m going to prove that I can retain this title and continue the reign of the people. Colossus, you might be bigger, you might be stronger, you might smell worse, and you might be able to out-eat me on any given night but what you won’t be doing is leaving Summer Madness with the WGWF Television Championship. I’ve come a long way throughout 2024 and I’ve done it but busting my ass every week I’m put on a card. Nothing beats hard world or dedication… including a fat slob like you. On paper, this should be a no-brainer for you, but where you’re going to underestimate me is when it comes to heart there isn’t a bigger one on the roster than what’s beating inside my chest.
Don’t worry lardo, you’ll find out on South Beach.
***********
Jamal pulled up outside a twenty-four-hour gym in downtown Miami with Grado in his passenger seat. Edward lets out a loud groan as Jamal puts the car in park.
JAMAL- “I know it’s the LAST place you want to be but I promise you’ll find what’s inside more than appealing. When you talk about training for someone like Colossus sitting at an all-you-can-eat buffet isn’t how you’ll get it done.
Jamal opens his door and exits the car.
EDWARD GRADO- “I don’t wanna.”
Jamal leans back down peering into the car.
JAMAL- “Edward.”
EDWARD GRADO- “Ugh… fine.”
Edward opens his door and gets out of the car.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’m not dressed to work out.
JAMAL- “Don’t worry, I got you covered.”
Jamal walks around the front of the car and joins Edward on the sidewalk.
EDWARD GRADO- “Is this place even open? It is kind of late.”
JAMAL- “Babe, we’re in my neck of the woods. Nothing is ever closed when you know the right people.”
Edward stops in his tracks.
JAMAL- “What’s up?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Did you just call me babe?”
Jamal realizes what he has let slip.
JAMAL- “Ummm, yeah.”
There is an awkward silence as Jamal stares at Edward and Edward stares back at Jamal for several seconds.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’ll allow it. Thank your lucky stars you’re nice to me.”
Jamal breathes a sigh of relief.
JAMAL- “Are you ready to do this?”
EDWARD GRADO- “Not really.”
**********
I might be the underdog in the eyes of most with the sheer size difference that rests between Colossus and I. I’m not mad that people are counting me out because if I was on the outside looking in I might be inclined to agree with you, but when it comes to Colossus he hasn’t been tested by anyone of merrit in the WGWF… I have. Need I remind you that I’m one of the few men who has pinned Joe Montuori, I’m the one who shocked the world by winning the Television Championship, and I’m going to shock the world again when I retain it. Is it going to be easy? Heck no! Look at Thunder thighs across the ring from me! He’s two tons of fun! He can probably take my head off if he gets the opportunity. I know that I’m going to have to be willing to take a beating, I know that I’m going to have to dig down deep and weather his storm. I’ve seen him in the ring, I’ve studied how he has been able to score his wins, and I’ve learned to do what others can not.
Evade.
I don’t have to beat you.
You HAVE to beat me.
I can stick and move and make you give chase. I can run that gas tank down to zero before I pounce. You HAVE to keep up with me. Not vice versa, and coinciding you’d rather stuff your face versus getting on a treadmill tells me forcing you into playing my way will yield higher results than the yeast that is in your system.
**********
Jamal led Edward through the doors of the gym where space had been made for a ring to be erected.
JAMAL- “This is where you’re going to train for Colossus, not at a buffet table.”
Edward looks toward the ring to see the back of someone who is in grey sweatpants and wrestling shoes.
JAMAL- “And I knew the perfect person to call to help get you checked in.”
EDWARD GRADO- “Who is that?”
The figure slowly turns around revealing himself to be…
Edward’s eyes light up!
EDWARD GRADO- “PAPI!”
Sam rolls his eyes as we see Edward roll into the ring and charge across full speed head looking to tackle Sam Chatman with a hug. Sam sidesteps the hug at the last second sending Edward tumbling through the ropes and back out to the floor. Sam shakes his head as he leans against the ropes looking down at Edward.
SAM CHATMAN- “You’re not going to knock off someone undefeated if you’re not constantly on your guard.
Edward looks up at Sam from a prone position on the floor.
EDWARD GRADO- “Did you miss me?”
Sam glances over at Jamal on the other side of the ring.
SAM CHATMAN- “I’m glad you called me. Somethings will never change with Grado.”
Edward dusts himself up as he gets up off the floor and slides back into the ring where he quickly gets to his feet and when Sam turns his attention back toward Edward we see Grado snatch a sideheadlock and snap Chatman over to the mat.
EDWARD GRADO- “I’ve changed.”
Edward cranks on the head of Chatman who counters out with a headscissors.
SAM CHATMAN- “Jamal tells him you might not be taking Colossus seriously.”
Sam cranks on Edward’s head with his legs.
SAM CHATMAN- “It’s the biggest challenge in your television championship reign, and if you can’t get past me you won’t get past him.”
Edward pops out of the headscissors and both Sam and Grado are back to their feet.
SAM CHATMAN- “You’ve busted your ass throughout 2024 and if you allow that overgrown shriek mother fucker take it all away all of your work will be for nothing.”
EDWARD GRADO- “Nobody knows how seriously to take this but me. I’m well aware of what he brings to the table and I fully understand that he’s a threat… but I also know there is a old saying that goes a little something like this. The bigger you are, the harder you fall, and when I knock lardass down it’s going to register on the richter scale!”
SAM CHATMAN- “You better check in and get to work because eating yourself stupid isn’t going to cut it.
EDWARD GRADO- “It works for him.”
***********
All I hear is how Colossus is undefeated and how am I going to counteract his size or his strength. The one thing I will tell you is if you continue to sleep on me you’ll end up getting beaten. I can flip the switch at any point, and while I’ll be the first to admit I like to have a good time with anything I’m a part of I know that this isn’t a laughing matter. I know I’m walking into an uphill battle, I’m walking into the ring against a guy that is a Super Heavyweight who wants what I have… The WGWF Television Championship. Seth Stevens wanted it, Pogo wanted it, Kimber Kenson wanted it too… all of those matches I was looked at as the underdog but I rose to the occasion and did the unthinkable.
It’s not the first time I’ve defied the odds.
It’s not going to be the last time either.
I find a way to feed off the energy of any arena, or beach in this case, and I use the crowd to further fuel me when I’m inside that ring. I don’t know if I’m leaving South Beach with the Television Championship around my waist because one thing I won’t do is pretend to know the future. What I do know is that in order for me not to leave with it you’re going to have to pry it out of my cold, dead, hands. I’ve got a heart three sizes too big inside this chest and I will never admit defeat. I’ll keep coming, I’ll keep fighting, and I’ll make a believer out of you, Colossus. I want you to think this is going to be like taking candy from a baby but what you’re going to realize is that I’ve already got the candy. Summer Madness is going to be an event like no other, and while there are plenty of marquee matches scheduled to take place I promise you that THIS is the one that you’re not going to want to miss.
However it shakes out I promise all my fans that I will not stop.
I will fight.
I will not let you down because my name is not John Cable.
Colossus, get ready big man… because I’m about to take you to school.