Post by Tommy Kelly on Feb 18, 2021 16:27:03 GMT -5
Ugh, this hangover is going to fucking kill me.
As I sweat in the shitty thrown-together gym of my Motel 6, trying desperately to shake out the booze sweats and sugar rushes of yesterday's street crawl, one thing keeps drowning out everything else…
Titties.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the drink or it could be the dirty old brain in my relic of a body, but whenever I am dying a slow death all I need is a blonde with some fine milk duds… except right now all I have on my mind is a big, white, meaty dork.
“Hey bro, can you help me out here? I’ve got a Big Bone situation, and I need to handle it.” I ask a nearby gym-user but he just quickly throws me a dirty glance and leaves.
Rude!
The Motel 6 is small but the amenities are top notch, NLW thought they were sticking me into a shitty cheap spot but damn, it’s nicer than the bench I woke up on last week! Perfect place to tone up and get ready for this brawl to come.
“Excuse me, miss? If you were facing a Big Bone, what would you do?” The nearby gym-honey shrieks and also takes her leave. Damn, I thought people were nice in Louisiana. Only person left that can help me is... me. Big Bone is a known name around NLW, a reputable ass-kicker, not to mention he’s bigger, heavier and younger too. I got a tight win over a hobo last time, this one is against a rising luchadore. Going to be a tough battle.
I try one more person and then I’ll quit, nobody seems to want to be friendly or helpful.
“Hello, reception?” This time I call the front desk, maybe I’m too sweaty and that’s a deterrent? “Hi, yes I’m up in room 15 and was wondering if you have any tips or advice on getting rid of a Big Bone? I’m hungover and need boobs in my life, but all I have on my mind right now is Big Bone.”
*BEEP*
Bastards hung up on me!
I’ve looked into the history of Masquerade in New Orleans, dating back from the days of ‘hoodoo’ and Wiccan witches. Folks here love the occult as much as they enjoy the company of bourbon and honey soaked pastries. Ghosts, demons and spirituality are entwined in this time.
Ironic, that a walking skeleton should face a crow of the night here. My origins had me titled as ‘The Phantasm’, moving so quick I was like a ghost in the night. From the mat or the top rope, Crow was quicker than the wind. Now, I’m lucky not to pull my back just bodyslamming these kids.
Big Bone is going to come at me with all he has, I know I’m no exemplar to these kids, but the name is out there. A win over the StormCrow is bragging rights for Bone, and one he’s sure to use to his advantage. If I can upset the flow and get a win instead, it jumps me along a good deal further.
BB Gunn has seen me moving, he knows the potential my name does for a company… not always good publicity, but hey that’s life. He probably forgets the old me, the younger me, it’s been so many years since AXW first opened… if I can get this victory and put down the Big Bone, BB might just remember the Crow.
I don’t know where I’ll end up, but if I’m gonna die I just hope it’ll be on top.
It’s funny, with the year we’ve just had people are afraid of an invisible monster that climbs in your lungs and fucks you from the inside. Masquerades have been the only safety for many, the only sanctuary. Hiding in fear behind a mask. All words and bravado, with their true emotions hidden.
Big Bone, I know you are a tough cookie but hiding behind your mask, your gimmick being your only crutch… soon we’ll find out who you really are. I’m here in Louisiana, no mask, no hiding, a dirty old fucker ready to tango. I ain't got nothing to hide, nothing to fear, and nothing to lose.
Next Level Wrestling means a lot to these fans, these fighters… but it’s all about getting to that next level. And you are my step up.
Tommy is going to enjoy this Big Bone… I know what I said!
As I sweat in the shitty thrown-together gym of my Motel 6, trying desperately to shake out the booze sweats and sugar rushes of yesterday's street crawl, one thing keeps drowning out everything else…
Titties.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s just the drink or it could be the dirty old brain in my relic of a body, but whenever I am dying a slow death all I need is a blonde with some fine milk duds… except right now all I have on my mind is a big, white, meaty dork.
“Hey bro, can you help me out here? I’ve got a Big Bone situation, and I need to handle it.” I ask a nearby gym-user but he just quickly throws me a dirty glance and leaves.
Rude!
The Motel 6 is small but the amenities are top notch, NLW thought they were sticking me into a shitty cheap spot but damn, it’s nicer than the bench I woke up on last week! Perfect place to tone up and get ready for this brawl to come.
“Excuse me, miss? If you were facing a Big Bone, what would you do?” The nearby gym-honey shrieks and also takes her leave. Damn, I thought people were nice in Louisiana. Only person left that can help me is... me. Big Bone is a known name around NLW, a reputable ass-kicker, not to mention he’s bigger, heavier and younger too. I got a tight win over a hobo last time, this one is against a rising luchadore. Going to be a tough battle.
I try one more person and then I’ll quit, nobody seems to want to be friendly or helpful.
“Hello, reception?” This time I call the front desk, maybe I’m too sweaty and that’s a deterrent? “Hi, yes I’m up in room 15 and was wondering if you have any tips or advice on getting rid of a Big Bone? I’m hungover and need boobs in my life, but all I have on my mind right now is Big Bone.”
*BEEP*
Bastards hung up on me!
I’ve looked into the history of Masquerade in New Orleans, dating back from the days of ‘hoodoo’ and Wiccan witches. Folks here love the occult as much as they enjoy the company of bourbon and honey soaked pastries. Ghosts, demons and spirituality are entwined in this time.
Ironic, that a walking skeleton should face a crow of the night here. My origins had me titled as ‘The Phantasm’, moving so quick I was like a ghost in the night. From the mat or the top rope, Crow was quicker than the wind. Now, I’m lucky not to pull my back just bodyslamming these kids.
Big Bone is going to come at me with all he has, I know I’m no exemplar to these kids, but the name is out there. A win over the StormCrow is bragging rights for Bone, and one he’s sure to use to his advantage. If I can upset the flow and get a win instead, it jumps me along a good deal further.
BB Gunn has seen me moving, he knows the potential my name does for a company… not always good publicity, but hey that’s life. He probably forgets the old me, the younger me, it’s been so many years since AXW first opened… if I can get this victory and put down the Big Bone, BB might just remember the Crow.
I don’t know where I’ll end up, but if I’m gonna die I just hope it’ll be on top.
It’s funny, with the year we’ve just had people are afraid of an invisible monster that climbs in your lungs and fucks you from the inside. Masquerades have been the only safety for many, the only sanctuary. Hiding in fear behind a mask. All words and bravado, with their true emotions hidden.
Big Bone, I know you are a tough cookie but hiding behind your mask, your gimmick being your only crutch… soon we’ll find out who you really are. I’m here in Louisiana, no mask, no hiding, a dirty old fucker ready to tango. I ain't got nothing to hide, nothing to fear, and nothing to lose.
Next Level Wrestling means a lot to these fans, these fighters… but it’s all about getting to that next level. And you are my step up.
Tommy is going to enjoy this Big Bone… I know what I said!
