Post by James Stall on May 12, 2011 20:51:18 GMT
Now that was the night of my life. Fresh out of Genesis and the Elite tag team titles are still around my waist. And at the end of the night I got to celebrate in the middle of the ring with my grandfather who Is now the FWF World Champion. This night is going great and now I go back to my lockerroom and there is Marcus… pouting. In fact he’s more than just pouting his stomping around crossing and uncrossing his arms in front of his chest. He his waving his arms in the air as he turns around and spots me. He stops and places his arms akimbo.
“What? Were you thinking?”
“What?”
Marcus goes back to pacing around the room and tosses a chair. He screams in a painfully overly dramatic tone.
“MY FAAAAAATHER!”
Is he trying to intimidate me? Has he been taking some bad soap opera acting classes?
“What is your problem?”
Because seriously Marcus you’re acting like a big fucking baby, and it’s embarrassing to watch. Lord knows I can’t actually say that to you. You’d just whine more.
“Why would you involve my father in MY BUSINESS!”
And there goes the chair against the wall. This might be the most cliché freakout I’ve ever seen. He storms over and kicks a locker for no reason. That better not have broken your foot you big idiot.
“It’s our business Marcus. Our business. And WBL and Starr had an entire entourage with them. So I contracted some help. And he’s not just your father. I can’t help it if good old Uncle Marcus was eager to help out his favorite godson. This was teamwork.”
And with that Marcus picks up another metal folding chair. He lifts it over his head and slams it down against the floor. It smashes into several pieces. Way to go Marcus.
“Teamwork! I don’t need teamwork! I’M MTB! I am this team. I win our matches by myself. You think I need you? You think I need him? I don’t!”
And with that, and a final superfluous kick to the locker Marcus marches out of the room. He slams the door behind him. Brat. I turn around and watch as the door slowly swings back open. I rather shocked looking roadie is standing there.
“Mr. Stall I just thought you’d want to know that the preliminary card for Live-Wire is up. You’re scheduled to face WBL.”
“Card’s up already? That was quick. We just wrapped Genesis.”
“Well this is a Lost Heroes League match. Those were all scheduled out awhile ago.”
“Thank you.”
I nod at him, but the roadie is still standing there.
“You can leave now.”
He does so and I slowly walk over and close the door. Then I walk over and pick up one of the chair Marcus threw and take a seat. W B L… I couldn’t beat Benny Starr on my own. I couldn’t…maybe Marcus is right. Maybe he doesn’t need me. WBL… big guy, but I’ve been trained by World Champions. I’ve been trained by the World Champion. I can take him. I… damnit. I need to beat him. Three points, that’s what this match is worth. I bet Marcus has a match too. And I bet he’ll win. I need this win. I need to keep pace with him. Can’t fall behind.
I won’t fall behind.
“What? Were you thinking?”
“What?”
Marcus goes back to pacing around the room and tosses a chair. He screams in a painfully overly dramatic tone.
“MY FAAAAAATHER!”
Is he trying to intimidate me? Has he been taking some bad soap opera acting classes?
“What is your problem?”
Because seriously Marcus you’re acting like a big fucking baby, and it’s embarrassing to watch. Lord knows I can’t actually say that to you. You’d just whine more.
“Why would you involve my father in MY BUSINESS!”
And there goes the chair against the wall. This might be the most cliché freakout I’ve ever seen. He storms over and kicks a locker for no reason. That better not have broken your foot you big idiot.
“It’s our business Marcus. Our business. And WBL and Starr had an entire entourage with them. So I contracted some help. And he’s not just your father. I can’t help it if good old Uncle Marcus was eager to help out his favorite godson. This was teamwork.”
And with that Marcus picks up another metal folding chair. He lifts it over his head and slams it down against the floor. It smashes into several pieces. Way to go Marcus.
“Teamwork! I don’t need teamwork! I’M MTB! I am this team. I win our matches by myself. You think I need you? You think I need him? I don’t!”
And with that, and a final superfluous kick to the locker Marcus marches out of the room. He slams the door behind him. Brat. I turn around and watch as the door slowly swings back open. I rather shocked looking roadie is standing there.
“Mr. Stall I just thought you’d want to know that the preliminary card for Live-Wire is up. You’re scheduled to face WBL.”
“Card’s up already? That was quick. We just wrapped Genesis.”
“Well this is a Lost Heroes League match. Those were all scheduled out awhile ago.”
“Thank you.”
I nod at him, but the roadie is still standing there.
“You can leave now.”
He does so and I slowly walk over and close the door. Then I walk over and pick up one of the chair Marcus threw and take a seat. W B L… I couldn’t beat Benny Starr on my own. I couldn’t…maybe Marcus is right. Maybe he doesn’t need me. WBL… big guy, but I’ve been trained by World Champions. I’ve been trained by the World Champion. I can take him. I… damnit. I need to beat him. Three points, that’s what this match is worth. I bet Marcus has a match too. And I bet he’ll win. I need this win. I need to keep pace with him. Can’t fall behind.
I won’t fall behind.
