Post by hk on Sept 18, 2007 20:30:15 GMT -6
Scott Lanegan: “Listen here you tea-sipping-older-man-loving guy, enough with the talk. Enough with the ‘I’m better than you’ and the ‘I want to keep this title” lines! Because...you haven’t given me a chance to say that yet. So dudes, here I go…ahem…I want to win these titles. I’m going to be a great champion. A double champion, to be exact. The first man to hold both the Valor and Mid-Atlantic plates at the same time. What an honor.”
Scott Lanegan: “It’s such a honor that I’ll compare myself to some oldie that can barely get a spot on the card anymore! Sure sure, ‘you disrespect legends!’ or maybe ‘learn what you’re talking about’ lines may come out, and nothing against *name removed* or any other legends, but they shouldn’t be compared to people like…Big Ci. Hell, I’m not arrogant so I won’t compare myself either. I’m somewhat new to the ropes, but at least I don’t talk with my mouth full of shit.”
Scott Lanegan: “Big Ci isn’t the only nobbler I have to face. Buddy Love and Mr. Showtime seem to be two others. They both haven’t said anything. Are they scared of Ci? Are they scared of me? I know both don’t turn down a fight, so what’s going on dudes? Is Showtime once again hiding in his office, letting his lackeys do his own work? And is Buddy once again fallen drunk in a hot tub with five chicks? Not saying that either are bad things…but if it were the case, why are they in such high matches?”
Scott Lanegan: “I’m getting ahead of myself. People can easily tell me that I’m not experienced, or I’m talking random shit. But then again, those same people can tell me that I’m a legend, or that I have a big meter stick. A few weeks ago, I was viewed as a…’wonder boy’? What the hell? Well, whatever title I’m given, I’ll live up to it. Or, at least, try to.”
Scott Lanegan: “With all that being said, I have to head on out to train for my two, that’s right, two, matches. Then I have to find room in my house for those two titles. Right on.”
I glanced over at Steven, whom was sitting next to me. We were relaxing on his couch, watching local television. He was knocked out. Not painfully, but in exhaustion. I waved my hand in front of his face, to see if he would even stir. Not a blink in the eye came from him.
I shrugged and got up from the couch. I shut his TV off and walked to the front door. The TV’s light had darkened the room. I opened up the door and stepped out to the night. I closed it behind me and walked across his lawn towards my house. I put my hands in my jean pockets as I slowly walked through the high weeds. The grass brushed against my legs; he needed to cut his shit.
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“HK” Hunter Killer: “I’m just saying that you should have respect in your match!”
Scott Lanegan: “But H, if the guy is an asshole, I’m not gonna shake his hand.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “But if you don’t, then you’re easily seen as a guy that has no quality for the sport of wrestling. Do you want that?”
Scott Lanegan: “Dude, just because I’m a wrestler, I should be respectful?”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Exactly.”
Scott Lanegan: “Title doesn’t dictate behavior.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Huh?”
Scott Lanegan: “Alright, get this dude. I get a job at Home Depot. My job is to stock, so my title is Stock Boy. I live up to my title; stocking shelves. But that doesn’t mean I have to be nice to the customers. Sure, it states in the contract I do, but a contract doesn’t own your attitude or behavior. If I step out of those work boots, I’m still the same person as I was before.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “These arguments get us nowhere.”
Scott Lanegan: “Yeah, so stop making them.”
“HK” Hunter Kiler: “Wait, but…nevermind. You ready for your match?”
I groaned and opened up the fridge. We were in my kitchen, standing next to the table. I rummaged through the fridge to find something to eat. I noticed that I didn’t have anything edible.
Scott Lanegan: “Kind of. I haven’t gone to the training room yet, I might do that later. But I need something to eat. Can’t focus on an empty stomach.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “You should do one of those long speeches like what Big Ci did.”
Scott Lanegan: “Hmm…”
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I sat in my lounge chair, looking directly into HK’s camera. He signaled a ‘go’ and I cleared my throat.
Scott Lanegan: “Listen here you tea-sipping-older-man-loving guy, enough with the talk…”
Scott Lanegan: “It’s such a honor that I’ll compare myself to some oldie that can barely get a spot on the card anymore! Sure sure, ‘you disrespect legends!’ or maybe ‘learn what you’re talking about’ lines may come out, and nothing against *name removed* or any other legends, but they shouldn’t be compared to people like…Big Ci. Hell, I’m not arrogant so I won’t compare myself either. I’m somewhat new to the ropes, but at least I don’t talk with my mouth full of shit.”
Scott Lanegan: “Big Ci isn’t the only nobbler I have to face. Buddy Love and Mr. Showtime seem to be two others. They both haven’t said anything. Are they scared of Ci? Are they scared of me? I know both don’t turn down a fight, so what’s going on dudes? Is Showtime once again hiding in his office, letting his lackeys do his own work? And is Buddy once again fallen drunk in a hot tub with five chicks? Not saying that either are bad things…but if it were the case, why are they in such high matches?”
Scott Lanegan: “I’m getting ahead of myself. People can easily tell me that I’m not experienced, or I’m talking random shit. But then again, those same people can tell me that I’m a legend, or that I have a big meter stick. A few weeks ago, I was viewed as a…’wonder boy’? What the hell? Well, whatever title I’m given, I’ll live up to it. Or, at least, try to.”
Scott Lanegan: “With all that being said, I have to head on out to train for my two, that’s right, two, matches. Then I have to find room in my house for those two titles. Right on.”
I glanced over at Steven, whom was sitting next to me. We were relaxing on his couch, watching local television. He was knocked out. Not painfully, but in exhaustion. I waved my hand in front of his face, to see if he would even stir. Not a blink in the eye came from him.
I shrugged and got up from the couch. I shut his TV off and walked to the front door. The TV’s light had darkened the room. I opened up the door and stepped out to the night. I closed it behind me and walked across his lawn towards my house. I put my hands in my jean pockets as I slowly walked through the high weeds. The grass brushed against my legs; he needed to cut his shit.
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“HK” Hunter Killer: “I’m just saying that you should have respect in your match!”
Scott Lanegan: “But H, if the guy is an asshole, I’m not gonna shake his hand.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “But if you don’t, then you’re easily seen as a guy that has no quality for the sport of wrestling. Do you want that?”
Scott Lanegan: “Dude, just because I’m a wrestler, I should be respectful?”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Exactly.”
Scott Lanegan: “Title doesn’t dictate behavior.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “Huh?”
Scott Lanegan: “Alright, get this dude. I get a job at Home Depot. My job is to stock, so my title is Stock Boy. I live up to my title; stocking shelves. But that doesn’t mean I have to be nice to the customers. Sure, it states in the contract I do, but a contract doesn’t own your attitude or behavior. If I step out of those work boots, I’m still the same person as I was before.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “These arguments get us nowhere.”
Scott Lanegan: “Yeah, so stop making them.”
“HK” Hunter Kiler: “Wait, but…nevermind. You ready for your match?”
I groaned and opened up the fridge. We were in my kitchen, standing next to the table. I rummaged through the fridge to find something to eat. I noticed that I didn’t have anything edible.
Scott Lanegan: “Kind of. I haven’t gone to the training room yet, I might do that later. But I need something to eat. Can’t focus on an empty stomach.”
“HK” Hunter Killer: “You should do one of those long speeches like what Big Ci did.”
Scott Lanegan: “Hmm…”
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I sat in my lounge chair, looking directly into HK’s camera. He signaled a ‘go’ and I cleared my throat.
Scott Lanegan: “Listen here you tea-sipping-older-man-loving guy, enough with the talk…”