Post by George Duke on Mar 27, 2007 11:24:20 GMT -6
George Duke has arrived at his new Kansas City apartment in a timely fashion. In fact, he's a lot earlier than he planned. He jumped right into unloading the truck. It has to be completely empty by Friday morning. Duke has to drive the truck back to Philadelphia and wrestle an indy show at the New Alhambra. Big Bear Murphy has gotten a rematch - this time it's no DQ. The small underbelly of old-school wrestling worshipers will all be in attendance, and they'll all see the man in action. It's out of his mind for now, though - he has more important things on his mind.
The living room is filled with cardboard boxes now. Duke is sweating after hauling them all up by himself. He sits on top of a stack and wipes his face with a rag.
"The hour approaches, and it's time to put up or shut up. There's been a lot of talking - soon it will be time for action. Reck, tell me something - does your back hurt from carrying this team? Let me ask everyone else something - does it bother you that you have to rely on a friggin' ninja?"
George croaks out a chuckle as he wipes the beading sweat from his forehead again before stuffing the rag into his pocket.
"I've already run through the gimmick onslaught on my opponents' team. What about my team? We have the tag team champions, Murderous Intent. Two real tough dudes - both real wrestlers. We have a German Giant and we have a wrestling vet that also happens to be the Valor Champion. No gimmicks, no bullsh*t. We're not ninjas or gladiators or the whole show - none of that crap. We're the real deal. I never liked characters and gimmicks - it tells me you have alterior motives. It's a slap in the face to real wrestlers. No frills for us - and look where the gold is! Makes sense, doesn't it? Team work is important, yes - but how do you define it? We don't have to work together, but perform our separate tasks correctly. We'll run like a well oiled machine. Me and Bloodmoon have had a match. We've wrestled each other. That doesn't really give us a nasty history, does it? We've met, had a fair match and I came out on top. Why is it impossible for us to work together? Rip your heads out of your *sses and quit building false hope. It's sickening to hear you people run at the mouth like that. Give it up, kids - look what your up against! I wouldn't be surprised if some of you don't show - and that's fine. Everyone would understand. It's a lost cause, we're going to crush you and that's just how it is. Hang 'em up this week, stay home. Get cozy on the couch and watch your teammates have their crimson life-fluid pour out of their bodies. Watch them leave the ring in stretchers and thank God you decided to stay home and eat chips."
Duke looks out the window and speaks low, nearly in a whisper.
"Like it or not, this is a big match. The winners gain a lot and the losers lose a lot - it's high stakes, even though there is no gold on the line. There's a lot of buzz and a lot of talk. there's a lot of talent and a lot to be settled. The world is watching, and they're all gonna see you fall on your face."
Duke smiles and walks back out the door. Still a lot to unload - still training to do. Duke has his plan, he has his team and he knows that he'll have his win at Road To Spring Breakage.
The living room is filled with cardboard boxes now. Duke is sweating after hauling them all up by himself. He sits on top of a stack and wipes his face with a rag.
"The hour approaches, and it's time to put up or shut up. There's been a lot of talking - soon it will be time for action. Reck, tell me something - does your back hurt from carrying this team? Let me ask everyone else something - does it bother you that you have to rely on a friggin' ninja?"
George croaks out a chuckle as he wipes the beading sweat from his forehead again before stuffing the rag into his pocket.
"I've already run through the gimmick onslaught on my opponents' team. What about my team? We have the tag team champions, Murderous Intent. Two real tough dudes - both real wrestlers. We have a German Giant and we have a wrestling vet that also happens to be the Valor Champion. No gimmicks, no bullsh*t. We're not ninjas or gladiators or the whole show - none of that crap. We're the real deal. I never liked characters and gimmicks - it tells me you have alterior motives. It's a slap in the face to real wrestlers. No frills for us - and look where the gold is! Makes sense, doesn't it? Team work is important, yes - but how do you define it? We don't have to work together, but perform our separate tasks correctly. We'll run like a well oiled machine. Me and Bloodmoon have had a match. We've wrestled each other. That doesn't really give us a nasty history, does it? We've met, had a fair match and I came out on top. Why is it impossible for us to work together? Rip your heads out of your *sses and quit building false hope. It's sickening to hear you people run at the mouth like that. Give it up, kids - look what your up against! I wouldn't be surprised if some of you don't show - and that's fine. Everyone would understand. It's a lost cause, we're going to crush you and that's just how it is. Hang 'em up this week, stay home. Get cozy on the couch and watch your teammates have their crimson life-fluid pour out of their bodies. Watch them leave the ring in stretchers and thank God you decided to stay home and eat chips."
Duke looks out the window and speaks low, nearly in a whisper.
"Like it or not, this is a big match. The winners gain a lot and the losers lose a lot - it's high stakes, even though there is no gold on the line. There's a lot of buzz and a lot of talk. there's a lot of talent and a lot to be settled. The world is watching, and they're all gonna see you fall on your face."
Duke smiles and walks back out the door. Still a lot to unload - still training to do. Duke has his plan, he has his team and he knows that he'll have his win at Road To Spring Breakage.
