Post by The Chuft Guy on Aug 25, 2011 20:19:17 GMT
It's always sucky when you get put in these kind of matches. I mean, two against one! It's not fair. I've not done anything to anyone. Not this time anyway. Do I really stand a chance?
"Perhaps Pain's punishing me for my part in the UCW Invasion SIX YEARS AGO!"
"Don't be silly, kid. Pain's not that kind of boss."
I could always rely on my mentor's logic. And I could trust his judgement of FWF better than my own. I mean, Marcus Brody is the Universal Champion and the winner of Jealousy. All I did was invade this place and win the Tag Titles with Brody as part of The Technical Dream.
"Then who is that kinda boss, Marcus?"
"Think about who you're facing..."
Another sound piece of wisdom from Brody Sr. It was Better Than Sex. "Super" Benny Starr and "Ultra" Jack Cool. They'd tried screwing "Captain" Joe Stall out of the World title at Jealousy, and they had connections with the Board of Directors. In particular, Mark Briggs.
"Oh yeah. I gotcha now, homeslice. The Board."
Marcus looked at the ground with sadness and regret before lifting himself off the boxes he was sitting on and looking me in the eyes..
"I'm sorry."
"You are?"
"I am. This is my fault."
"How?"
"Come on, Chuft. It's obvious. I interfered at Jealousy. The Board are going to want to make a statement to me. So they're using you, my former tag partner."
Fuck my life!
"Why couldn't they do that to your son?"
"You know better than anyone we don't get along. Plus, I have a feeling the Board like Junior. They gave him his own locker room, you know."
"Seriously!?"
My master nodded sombrely. What was going on? I was one of the longest reigning UCW Intercontinental Champions. I was the last Champion! Yet all this shit kept happening to me. First there was getting fired after losing to Predator. Then there was the match with... U-U-Unknown. Then I got fucking paralysed after yobs beat me up. And now I'm back in the ring, I get put against two arrogant pricks by myself whilst a young upstart got his own locker room? Fuck my life! I looked over to Brody and shook my head with disbelief.
"I don't stand a chance, do I?"
My mentor winked at me and smiled. As if some thought had sprung to mind. I sure needed something.
"You never know, kid. I might come out and reunite the Technical Dream for one night only if things go pear-shaped for you. Now go out there and kick some arse, UCW style!"
"Sure thing, boss."
I rose to my feet, patted Marcus Brody on the shoulder and headed over to the curtain. Maybe my headlocks could squeeze the pink out of them. My music hit and I stormed through yelling:
"DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!"
"Perhaps Pain's punishing me for my part in the UCW Invasion SIX YEARS AGO!"
"Don't be silly, kid. Pain's not that kind of boss."
I could always rely on my mentor's logic. And I could trust his judgement of FWF better than my own. I mean, Marcus Brody is the Universal Champion and the winner of Jealousy. All I did was invade this place and win the Tag Titles with Brody as part of The Technical Dream.
"Then who is that kinda boss, Marcus?"
"Think about who you're facing..."
Another sound piece of wisdom from Brody Sr. It was Better Than Sex. "Super" Benny Starr and "Ultra" Jack Cool. They'd tried screwing "Captain" Joe Stall out of the World title at Jealousy, and they had connections with the Board of Directors. In particular, Mark Briggs.
"Oh yeah. I gotcha now, homeslice. The Board."
Marcus looked at the ground with sadness and regret before lifting himself off the boxes he was sitting on and looking me in the eyes..
"I'm sorry."
"You are?"
"I am. This is my fault."
"How?"
"Come on, Chuft. It's obvious. I interfered at Jealousy. The Board are going to want to make a statement to me. So they're using you, my former tag partner."
Fuck my life!
"Why couldn't they do that to your son?"
"You know better than anyone we don't get along. Plus, I have a feeling the Board like Junior. They gave him his own locker room, you know."
"Seriously!?"
My master nodded sombrely. What was going on? I was one of the longest reigning UCW Intercontinental Champions. I was the last Champion! Yet all this shit kept happening to me. First there was getting fired after losing to Predator. Then there was the match with... U-U-Unknown. Then I got fucking paralysed after yobs beat me up. And now I'm back in the ring, I get put against two arrogant pricks by myself whilst a young upstart got his own locker room? Fuck my life! I looked over to Brody and shook my head with disbelief.
"I don't stand a chance, do I?"
My mentor winked at me and smiled. As if some thought had sprung to mind. I sure needed something.
"You never know, kid. I might come out and reunite the Technical Dream for one night only if things go pear-shaped for you. Now go out there and kick some arse, UCW style!"
"Sure thing, boss."
I rose to my feet, patted Marcus Brody on the shoulder and headed over to the curtain. Maybe my headlocks could squeeze the pink out of them. My music hit and I stormed through yelling:
"DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!"