Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 17:30:03 GMT -4
Sitting on a bench in the middle of a dog walking park, Davidson has a bottle of Labatt Blue in his hand, taking sporadic sips from it, or long-ass gulps. Unfortunately, the beer isn’t cold since he just bought the twenty-four pack and took it with him, drinking a beer every hour or two throughout the day in random locations which is some sort of monthly ritual for him. Although drinking in public is illegal, he has a paper from the courts which allows him to do this only once a month. The reason states ‘Religious Beliefs’, so as long as the court approves, it can be done.
Davidson: “Wow! It’s almost as if I’ve totally forgotten about the punishment that court gave me, or, it’s just not being enforced like it should be. Anyways, I’m a happy man and I’m glad to be free. Now that nobody really remembers it and I’ve totally gone against the grain of my storyline that was meant to depress me into a state of mind worse than I was in before, should I return back to my former self where I’m happy and speak far beyond the limits of what I used to? It sure would be a neat thing if that were to happen, because I really miss those days where I was like that. It was a pain for most people, but whatever, as long as I was happy – that was all that mattered. Make it so! I’m the Feature Presentation, the Silver Bullet, the Reckless Rex... RAWR! Rather than a makeshift staff in my hand and a thrown on my ass, I’ve got a steel chair grasped between all ten fingers and I sit upon the turnbuckle, perched – waiting. Fuck all of my horses and all of my men, I fight my own battles. I fight for what I want, I fight my own battles. You should know that by now, I no longer depend on somebody else to assist me to what I want. I’ve be stereotyped in the past by guys like Joe and James, they knew my bad reputation from the start. Fuck ‘em all! I’m reinventing myself – for real this time. No more will I need things like drugs and alcohol to put me in another state of mind when I abuse them, no more will I need to lie my way out of situations I get myself in. I’m not going to respect another motherfucker in this industry unless they’ve earned it. I’m going to be more arrogant than ever, cockier than before. You think you know me? The surface of my earth hasn’t been scathed, so try digging up the dirt the best you can. I just pray your shovel’s spade strikes a landmine and along with your plan, you go up in smoke. I’ve had a brief dark period awhile ago, but many of us have those times in our lives when we shut out the outside world and go into one of our own, dealing with personal conflicts and feeling different emotions and thinking odd thoughts. It happens though, and it’s a learning lesson that even the best of us go through. We may not be particularly proud of what we go through during those times, but it happens, kids – deal with it, grow up, and move on. That’s what life is all about and if you feel that you’ve hit the bottom and can’t get up and out, try your hardest to get out of that. It’s like having some shitty-ass job at a Burger King restaurant where the managers are constantly pushing you in the corner. You feel all the hurt and pain, but they don’t know what the Hell they’re doing until the moment you don’t show up for your six-hour shift – three times a week. And even after that, they’re oblivious to the obvious – THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT YOU’VE QUIT! So yeah, irrelevant as that may have been, get used to shit like that... again. There are some things in life that you’ll never, ever understand. An example? Not a problem. How about Ramirez thinking he’s the shit and a better Reckless champion.”
He lets out a small chuckle, cocking his head back. Swishing the beer inside of the bottle by spinning it around while holding the neck. Setting the bottle down to his right, he sighs and folds his arms, shaking his head as he thinks about the ridiculous thing that Ramirez is trying to do. The worst part is that he thinks he can do this. Silly him, history never repeats.
Davidson: “So the guy wants to go and turn himself into a legend here at FWA, a place I’ve sporadically been for the past two years. I’ve had many conflicts with management here, it’s well-noted, but I’ll probably always be coming back here for the one thing that kept me remaining – the Reckless championship. Now that Ramirez has amazingly won it in a match going one-way and one-way only in the summer, he suddenly believes that he’ll surpass my reign and even put shame to it. Is that so, Rez? The match you wrestled to win that belt was nasty and cringe-worthy, and I say that in the most complimentary way possible, and right after your big victory, you get the sudden ambition and belief that you’re God to the division and everybody else in it before you is nothing but a person who should be forgotten as you cast a shadow. No matter how cool your undefeated reign might be in your eyes, it really isn’t a thing to me. See the light, look at your opponents from the past. Not putting them down or anything, but were they up to level with you? Maybe they had a bad day and you were hopped up on Red Bull or something like that. I don’t know how many people here have told you this, because I don’t listen to anybody unless they’re speaking to me, but you’re not the best guy who has ever been in Fans Wrestling Alliance and you’re not that intimidating. You just have that undefeated streak going for you, that’s it, that’s all. Let me explain to you why. Once upon a time in a country called MSNWA, there were two different cities called BWA and FWA. The two were rivals and were destined to kill the other in any way possible – such as throwing tridents, setting fire to people, blowing up grenades, et cetera. Suddenly, out of the blue, a man named Shawn Richards moved into BWA and lived in a giant mansion. He was known as ‘the shit’ and that’s not because he was black, but it was because he was ‘the shit’, or so he said. He was much like you apart from the long hair, albino-coloured skin and your inability to look racially serious. Like you, Shawn Richards had an undefeated streak and was getting everything he could in BWA. When people shot at him, the bullets would bounce back and pierce through vital organs of theirs, meaning in victory for him. Eventually, people grown bored of his immortality and they packed up, moving to FWA. As a result, Shawn got bored with himself and BWA underwent an election where two new mayors came together to run the town. One of those mayors vanished in the middle of the night – some say Shawn beat him up, others say the other mayor banished him from the city – but nobody really knows. Anyways, the other mayor got totally pissed off with the city because nothing was happening and their biggest celebrity, Shawn Richards, had ultimately nothing to do but boast on about how awesome he was. BWA was a ghost town, Rez, and it joined with FWA to create a city bigger than it used to be. Shawn Richards, like the mayor, disappeared and nobody saw him. Some say he died, others say he joined an ethical tribe in Cape Town, Africa where he plays the bongos all night to scare away the lions and let his people sleep in peace.”
He’s not so sure on that one, as you can see, so he shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip from the bottle. By this time, it’s empty, so he puts it back in the blue cardboard case. When he finishes all twenty-four bottles, he’ll return them at the recycling plant for a refund. How tits would that be? Very tits! Yup!
Davidson: “Anyways! If you’re anything like Shawn Richards, which you’re not, FWA is going to either get sick of your sudden fame and egotistical behaviour and some people will move away, making this place a ghost town. As you can see, there’s been very little activity in this big city turned small town. I don’t want to point fingers or anything or make you feel shame, but for fuck’s sake, Rez – that’s a totally cool and believable rumour that I can spread! But before people search for more populous cities, I’m destined and determined to do this town a favour and drive recklessly, hitting you on the sidewalk and driving you into a street pole. Hopefully I just break your legs and crush the bones to dust, but I’m sure that the extreme levels that I’ll go at, it will most likely result in your fatal death. It’s not a good thought, but seriously, when you hold onto a championship that I’ve cared for and you think you the best thing to hold it since sliced bread – seriously, sliced bread held it many years ago way before your time – then you’ve got another thing coming... a toaster and a bunch of water balloons, especially. You had easy battles in the past, Rez, that’s a given – but you’ve never, ever gone one-on-one against me and when you do, you’ll be surprised and probably even excrete yourself a Shawn Richards – because he’s the shit, so he once said. I have belief that I am the one who will slay you, I have belief that I am the one who will stand tall when I step up against you, I have belief that I am going to have a fourth Reckless title reign, I have belief that there is nothing that you can do about any of them, either. I won’t admit defeat, because I know I won’t lose – not when it comes to something I really want and I’ve waited a long time to get. Unlike you, Rez, I’ve had history with the Reckless title here in Fans Wrestling Alliance. You don’t know how much I’ve depended on it on the past. In the year 2006, I’ve had something called Reckless Intentions. The plans were never complete, I’m still waiting, I’m still itching and I’m still dying to make it happen. Now I’m not begging, or politely asking for you to give me the title or anything – I just want you to be prepared for how serious I am when it comes to wanting that title again.”
Leaning forward, the camera zooms in on his face and how serious he looks. He has eyes like a dragon, intensity on his face like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but the passive breathing like an extraterrestrial alien from outer space. Although the sudden though of aliens are probably going to make me have nightmares and possibly even get abducted in the middle of my sleep, I shall post this as I wrote it.
Davidson: “So watch your back, I might just have to break it.”
The camera fades out to a bright shade of black, if that even exists. You might think it’s gray, but it’s not gray, it’s a light shade of black. But black is only in one color, so what the Hell do I know? I’m supposedly colorblind, so fuck the wife! Fuck daaaaaaaaa wife! Fuck the Acutes, fuck the Chronics, fuck Big Nurse and fuck Chief Bromden. Blow up the world with shards of glass glued onto tortoise shells made of explosive plastic dynamite, but break like eggshells.
Davidson: “Wow! It’s almost as if I’ve totally forgotten about the punishment that court gave me, or, it’s just not being enforced like it should be. Anyways, I’m a happy man and I’m glad to be free. Now that nobody really remembers it and I’ve totally gone against the grain of my storyline that was meant to depress me into a state of mind worse than I was in before, should I return back to my former self where I’m happy and speak far beyond the limits of what I used to? It sure would be a neat thing if that were to happen, because I really miss those days where I was like that. It was a pain for most people, but whatever, as long as I was happy – that was all that mattered. Make it so! I’m the Feature Presentation, the Silver Bullet, the Reckless Rex... RAWR! Rather than a makeshift staff in my hand and a thrown on my ass, I’ve got a steel chair grasped between all ten fingers and I sit upon the turnbuckle, perched – waiting. Fuck all of my horses and all of my men, I fight my own battles. I fight for what I want, I fight my own battles. You should know that by now, I no longer depend on somebody else to assist me to what I want. I’ve be stereotyped in the past by guys like Joe and James, they knew my bad reputation from the start. Fuck ‘em all! I’m reinventing myself – for real this time. No more will I need things like drugs and alcohol to put me in another state of mind when I abuse them, no more will I need to lie my way out of situations I get myself in. I’m not going to respect another motherfucker in this industry unless they’ve earned it. I’m going to be more arrogant than ever, cockier than before. You think you know me? The surface of my earth hasn’t been scathed, so try digging up the dirt the best you can. I just pray your shovel’s spade strikes a landmine and along with your plan, you go up in smoke. I’ve had a brief dark period awhile ago, but many of us have those times in our lives when we shut out the outside world and go into one of our own, dealing with personal conflicts and feeling different emotions and thinking odd thoughts. It happens though, and it’s a learning lesson that even the best of us go through. We may not be particularly proud of what we go through during those times, but it happens, kids – deal with it, grow up, and move on. That’s what life is all about and if you feel that you’ve hit the bottom and can’t get up and out, try your hardest to get out of that. It’s like having some shitty-ass job at a Burger King restaurant where the managers are constantly pushing you in the corner. You feel all the hurt and pain, but they don’t know what the Hell they’re doing until the moment you don’t show up for your six-hour shift – three times a week. And even after that, they’re oblivious to the obvious – THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT YOU’VE QUIT! So yeah, irrelevant as that may have been, get used to shit like that... again. There are some things in life that you’ll never, ever understand. An example? Not a problem. How about Ramirez thinking he’s the shit and a better Reckless champion.”
He lets out a small chuckle, cocking his head back. Swishing the beer inside of the bottle by spinning it around while holding the neck. Setting the bottle down to his right, he sighs and folds his arms, shaking his head as he thinks about the ridiculous thing that Ramirez is trying to do. The worst part is that he thinks he can do this. Silly him, history never repeats.
Davidson: “So the guy wants to go and turn himself into a legend here at FWA, a place I’ve sporadically been for the past two years. I’ve had many conflicts with management here, it’s well-noted, but I’ll probably always be coming back here for the one thing that kept me remaining – the Reckless championship. Now that Ramirez has amazingly won it in a match going one-way and one-way only in the summer, he suddenly believes that he’ll surpass my reign and even put shame to it. Is that so, Rez? The match you wrestled to win that belt was nasty and cringe-worthy, and I say that in the most complimentary way possible, and right after your big victory, you get the sudden ambition and belief that you’re God to the division and everybody else in it before you is nothing but a person who should be forgotten as you cast a shadow. No matter how cool your undefeated reign might be in your eyes, it really isn’t a thing to me. See the light, look at your opponents from the past. Not putting them down or anything, but were they up to level with you? Maybe they had a bad day and you were hopped up on Red Bull or something like that. I don’t know how many people here have told you this, because I don’t listen to anybody unless they’re speaking to me, but you’re not the best guy who has ever been in Fans Wrestling Alliance and you’re not that intimidating. You just have that undefeated streak going for you, that’s it, that’s all. Let me explain to you why. Once upon a time in a country called MSNWA, there were two different cities called BWA and FWA. The two were rivals and were destined to kill the other in any way possible – such as throwing tridents, setting fire to people, blowing up grenades, et cetera. Suddenly, out of the blue, a man named Shawn Richards moved into BWA and lived in a giant mansion. He was known as ‘the shit’ and that’s not because he was black, but it was because he was ‘the shit’, or so he said. He was much like you apart from the long hair, albino-coloured skin and your inability to look racially serious. Like you, Shawn Richards had an undefeated streak and was getting everything he could in BWA. When people shot at him, the bullets would bounce back and pierce through vital organs of theirs, meaning in victory for him. Eventually, people grown bored of his immortality and they packed up, moving to FWA. As a result, Shawn got bored with himself and BWA underwent an election where two new mayors came together to run the town. One of those mayors vanished in the middle of the night – some say Shawn beat him up, others say the other mayor banished him from the city – but nobody really knows. Anyways, the other mayor got totally pissed off with the city because nothing was happening and their biggest celebrity, Shawn Richards, had ultimately nothing to do but boast on about how awesome he was. BWA was a ghost town, Rez, and it joined with FWA to create a city bigger than it used to be. Shawn Richards, like the mayor, disappeared and nobody saw him. Some say he died, others say he joined an ethical tribe in Cape Town, Africa where he plays the bongos all night to scare away the lions and let his people sleep in peace.”
He’s not so sure on that one, as you can see, so he shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip from the bottle. By this time, it’s empty, so he puts it back in the blue cardboard case. When he finishes all twenty-four bottles, he’ll return them at the recycling plant for a refund. How tits would that be? Very tits! Yup!
Davidson: “Anyways! If you’re anything like Shawn Richards, which you’re not, FWA is going to either get sick of your sudden fame and egotistical behaviour and some people will move away, making this place a ghost town. As you can see, there’s been very little activity in this big city turned small town. I don’t want to point fingers or anything or make you feel shame, but for fuck’s sake, Rez – that’s a totally cool and believable rumour that I can spread! But before people search for more populous cities, I’m destined and determined to do this town a favour and drive recklessly, hitting you on the sidewalk and driving you into a street pole. Hopefully I just break your legs and crush the bones to dust, but I’m sure that the extreme levels that I’ll go at, it will most likely result in your fatal death. It’s not a good thought, but seriously, when you hold onto a championship that I’ve cared for and you think you the best thing to hold it since sliced bread – seriously, sliced bread held it many years ago way before your time – then you’ve got another thing coming... a toaster and a bunch of water balloons, especially. You had easy battles in the past, Rez, that’s a given – but you’ve never, ever gone one-on-one against me and when you do, you’ll be surprised and probably even excrete yourself a Shawn Richards – because he’s the shit, so he once said. I have belief that I am the one who will slay you, I have belief that I am the one who will stand tall when I step up against you, I have belief that I am going to have a fourth Reckless title reign, I have belief that there is nothing that you can do about any of them, either. I won’t admit defeat, because I know I won’t lose – not when it comes to something I really want and I’ve waited a long time to get. Unlike you, Rez, I’ve had history with the Reckless title here in Fans Wrestling Alliance. You don’t know how much I’ve depended on it on the past. In the year 2006, I’ve had something called Reckless Intentions. The plans were never complete, I’m still waiting, I’m still itching and I’m still dying to make it happen. Now I’m not begging, or politely asking for you to give me the title or anything – I just want you to be prepared for how serious I am when it comes to wanting that title again.”
Leaning forward, the camera zooms in on his face and how serious he looks. He has eyes like a dragon, intensity on his face like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but the passive breathing like an extraterrestrial alien from outer space. Although the sudden though of aliens are probably going to make me have nightmares and possibly even get abducted in the middle of my sleep, I shall post this as I wrote it.
Davidson: “So watch your back, I might just have to break it.”
The camera fades out to a bright shade of black, if that even exists. You might think it’s gray, but it’s not gray, it’s a light shade of black. But black is only in one color, so what the Hell do I know? I’m supposedly colorblind, so fuck the wife! Fuck daaaaaaaaa wife! Fuck the Acutes, fuck the Chronics, fuck Big Nurse and fuck Chief Bromden. Blow up the world with shards of glass glued onto tortoise shells made of explosive plastic dynamite, but break like eggshells.