Post by La Familia Price on May 20, 2021 23:28:26 GMT -5
"It's funny, how life can change on a dime."
We open up on David Goon wearing a thin leather jacket t-shirt and jeans, sitting in stairwell somewhere, not too long after his grueling no DQ tag match with his brother as The Goons against The New South this past Ascendancy XV as we can see the marks of battle across his sunglass covered face. He runs a finger under his nose before he continues.
"One minute you're riding high, taking whatcha want when ya want, and gettin' paid to do it, the next your getting stuffed with BBQ and wind up lookin up at the lights, only to get woken from The Itis by being attacked from behind by some FUCK BOY" He rip's his sunglasses off and throws them against the wall then takes a deep breath and calms himself, a tad. "But that's life, peeks, valleys, all that shit. If it was always even, flat like Eli, always high or always low, then what would the point be? Right?"
He chuckles a bit.
"I aint even mad about the loss, shit happens, the better team won that night. I'm man enough to say it, shit I was the one that ate the loss who am I to bitch? Ain't going to blame my brother, Ric left it all out there. Is what it is and it'll be what it be and we all damn well know that ain't the last time we Goons and dem boys Da Ne'South do battle trust on that. But Beau Traywick, I know you might be feeling good about ya self right about now but partner, got that big win for your team, feel like you might have gained some momentum going into this King Of the Mountain Match at Hostile Intent. But what's done is done, whatcha gotta do next?" He shakes his head in doubt. "You ain't ready for what's next, ain't noneya y'all ready for it if I can be honest."
"Take the before mentioned fuck boy, who cowardly attacked me from behind. What's ya punk ass name again? Graham Baker? Some big badass outta Philly. What's wrong brah run outta batteries to throw at Santa? Let me explain something to ya here real quick you 6 foot nothing finger air quotes "big man". You might be the most decorated person in this match, you may have won championships all over your county, but I really don't give a shit what you've done before. All I know is what you've done currently and currently what you've done is PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. That was a bitch move to hit me from behind, and hate to break this to ya, but ya gave me ya best shot." He shakes his head in shame sucking on his tooth. "And yet I'm still here, and that this..." He reaches down and pulls up the NLW South BRONX (duct tape is back) Championship and slings it over his shoulder.
"This right here, is MINE. See, me...I went through hell and high water to get this championship. And if you were good enough to TAKE what's mine "big man" then riddle me this, why aintcha' getting a one on one match? For that matter why ain't none of you getting a one on one match for this South BRONX Championship? Because management knows that ain't none of you are capable of doing what needs to be done to take this away from me, so they figure they better the odds of getting off of me by putting together this King Of the Mountain match against four of the best up and coming talent NLW has to offer...and the former champ."
Visible confusion
"Speaking of the former champ, do we even know if Parker is even going to make it? Wasn't he last seen getting arrested? Eh doesn't matter, show up or don't Nate it don't mean nothin cuz the final result is going to be the same, this right here ain't going nowhere. I done whopped your ass before and I'll do it again. And this time I can use a ladder, chair, table, El Rey, anything not bolted down to beat you and everyone else ass for even THINKING you've got a chance of climbing that ladder with MY title and hanging it on that hook."
He shakes his head no.
"Naw naw I can't let that happen, I can't let some snot nosed punk like El Rey who think's they are entitled to be a champion just because of who their daddy is. I'll let you in on a lil secret boy, ya daddy knows me, it was a long time ago and I was but a young man but if he thinks long and hard he'll remember, and he'll tell you himself, you ain't got what it takes to stick up a GOON and walk away unscathed, see I don't care who's blood you got, Imma spill it all over NOLA." He snaps his fingers lightly a few times. "And I'll apologize to SHIVANI now, you're actually the only person in this match I somewhat respect, but unfortunately for you we've gotta met in this type of setting with me being in an extremely foul mood, and you of all people have a legit case for getting a one on one shot for this title but darlin, I don't care how bad you think you are, or how talented you think you may be, I was born nasty. I'll die nasty. And I will do anything and everything I can to KEEP This South BRONX Title right here, where it belongs."
He stands and puts the title around his neck, walking toward and past the camera he yells one last word at us.
"MINE!"
We open up on David Goon wearing a thin leather jacket t-shirt and jeans, sitting in stairwell somewhere, not too long after his grueling no DQ tag match with his brother as The Goons against The New South this past Ascendancy XV as we can see the marks of battle across his sunglass covered face. He runs a finger under his nose before he continues.
"One minute you're riding high, taking whatcha want when ya want, and gettin' paid to do it, the next your getting stuffed with BBQ and wind up lookin up at the lights, only to get woken from The Itis by being attacked from behind by some FUCK BOY" He rip's his sunglasses off and throws them against the wall then takes a deep breath and calms himself, a tad. "But that's life, peeks, valleys, all that shit. If it was always even, flat like Eli, always high or always low, then what would the point be? Right?"
He chuckles a bit.
"I aint even mad about the loss, shit happens, the better team won that night. I'm man enough to say it, shit I was the one that ate the loss who am I to bitch? Ain't going to blame my brother, Ric left it all out there. Is what it is and it'll be what it be and we all damn well know that ain't the last time we Goons and dem boys Da Ne'South do battle trust on that. But Beau Traywick, I know you might be feeling good about ya self right about now but partner, got that big win for your team, feel like you might have gained some momentum going into this King Of the Mountain Match at Hostile Intent. But what's done is done, whatcha gotta do next?" He shakes his head in doubt. "You ain't ready for what's next, ain't noneya y'all ready for it if I can be honest."
"Take the before mentioned fuck boy, who cowardly attacked me from behind. What's ya punk ass name again? Graham Baker? Some big badass outta Philly. What's wrong brah run outta batteries to throw at Santa? Let me explain something to ya here real quick you 6 foot nothing finger air quotes "big man". You might be the most decorated person in this match, you may have won championships all over your county, but I really don't give a shit what you've done before. All I know is what you've done currently and currently what you've done is PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. That was a bitch move to hit me from behind, and hate to break this to ya, but ya gave me ya best shot." He shakes his head in shame sucking on his tooth. "And yet I'm still here, and that this..." He reaches down and pulls up the NLW South BRONX (duct tape is back) Championship and slings it over his shoulder.
"This right here, is MINE. See, me...I went through hell and high water to get this championship. And if you were good enough to TAKE what's mine "big man" then riddle me this, why aintcha' getting a one on one match? For that matter why ain't none of you getting a one on one match for this South BRONX Championship? Because management knows that ain't none of you are capable of doing what needs to be done to take this away from me, so they figure they better the odds of getting off of me by putting together this King Of the Mountain match against four of the best up and coming talent NLW has to offer...and the former champ."
Visible confusion
"Speaking of the former champ, do we even know if Parker is even going to make it? Wasn't he last seen getting arrested? Eh doesn't matter, show up or don't Nate it don't mean nothin cuz the final result is going to be the same, this right here ain't going nowhere. I done whopped your ass before and I'll do it again. And this time I can use a ladder, chair, table, El Rey, anything not bolted down to beat you and everyone else ass for even THINKING you've got a chance of climbing that ladder with MY title and hanging it on that hook."
He shakes his head no.
"Naw naw I can't let that happen, I can't let some snot nosed punk like El Rey who think's they are entitled to be a champion just because of who their daddy is. I'll let you in on a lil secret boy, ya daddy knows me, it was a long time ago and I was but a young man but if he thinks long and hard he'll remember, and he'll tell you himself, you ain't got what it takes to stick up a GOON and walk away unscathed, see I don't care who's blood you got, Imma spill it all over NOLA." He snaps his fingers lightly a few times. "And I'll apologize to SHIVANI now, you're actually the only person in this match I somewhat respect, but unfortunately for you we've gotta met in this type of setting with me being in an extremely foul mood, and you of all people have a legit case for getting a one on one shot for this title but darlin, I don't care how bad you think you are, or how talented you think you may be, I was born nasty. I'll die nasty. And I will do anything and everything I can to KEEP This South BRONX Title right here, where it belongs."
He stands and puts the title around his neck, walking toward and past the camera he yells one last word at us.
"MINE!"
