Post by HNDRXX on Jul 12, 2021 20:06:56 GMT -5
Northern Pro Wrestling Headquarters.
HNDRXX is standing in front of the Banner Hung for promotional uses, pulled taut, with a carpeted floor.
He himself is wearing the familiar Jim Breaks, Breaks special hoodie. The hood is down and headphones cover his ears and his head bobs to some unheard beat. His thigh length black cutoff shorts have been freshly rebranded with patch sewn on just above the hemline of the British Lightweight Championship Belt.
Arms crossed.
His unheard headbob becomes our headbob as “Spiritual Healing” by Dälek spills around, noisy futuristic scratching backed by thoughtful lyrics and hard industrial beats.
HNDRXX removes his headphones, and wipes his mouth clean. He considers the surround carefully.
“Ever since Shockwave, the one question on every lip, spilling out of every mouth, on every twitter post is.
You feel let down by Joe Mack taking that pin?
An’ I been keeping it downlow ‘bout that for a minute. See the thing is. Joe Mack? I’d die for that man, I bleed for that man.
You don’t know what Joe Mack and I been through. So no, I ain’t blamin’ him for our teams loss. I know there a lotta dudes round the XHF lookin’ for the excuse that gonna cover they ass. Gonna make it seem like what happen ain’t they fault.
You gotta lotta guys making a lotta excuses after Shockwave.
But check it out. Joe Mack an’ me, we good. Me an’ LVZ, we good.”
He nods definitively.
“But you know them vultures tryna to find a hole in the Honor Guard, ain’t they? They see three dudes who tryin’ to do it the right way. So as soon as they take a loss, they get on the internet, they get on twitter, instagram, and they tryna cast shade. But they ain’t even a sapling my dude.
We lost as a team, an’ anyone got a problem with that, know where to find me on my grind. I ain’t sweatin’ the birds that gotta wait until you down an’ out you know?
But things change show to show, but they stay the same. You got another loud mouthed group of new dudes who come in to NPW thinkin’ they the new crew.”
He crosses his arms again and shakes his head. His face wearing a frown of disapointment.
“They all caps on the internet about who they is, how they gonna come in here and run game. Man, I never want to be caught hatin’ but, what you new dudes doin’ the revenants ain’t already done? I guess being the antique store version of ‘em gotta mean something right?
But they gonna face down a team that ain’t got the same history as ‘em, but we got our own tools. Ronnie Long ain’t a legend in this business for nothin’. Man has been a trios fixture longer than I been wrestling. So we gonna have that long wisdom on our side, and Matsui an’ me, we got that hunger, that fire. “
He nods to himself. Satisfaction beaming across his gowing smile.
“The thing is, between GSP, and these other new dudes, looks like Northern Pro, becomin’ a shed full of bullies, feel me?
Got a lotta dudes up an’ down the roster tryna boost themselves by makin’ others look small. An’ I get it. It’s easy talk big and look large when all you doin’ is takin’ on lessers. Problem is, Northern Pro, we gettin’ sick of the bullies thinkin’ they can come an’ run roughshod over us like that.
Guys like Eron Hunter, they takin’ a stand against it. Joe Mack takin’ a stand against it. Ronnie Long ain’t gonna stand for it. I ain’t gonna stand for it. “
His arms uncross. He flexes his hands. Starts shaking out some tight muscles in the legs.
“Eron Hunter and Joe Mack started it.
It ain’t gonna be about which new bully group comin’ in no more. Northern Pro Wrestling ain’t gonna be bout it no more.
I want everyone at home, everyone in the stands, and everyone in the back to feel that breeze comin’ in off the Atlantic. I want ‘em feel it coming through they hair. I want ‘em to know one thing.
Dawn of a new Era in Northern Pro Wrestling coming.
I want every tryna take advantage to take note. You can’t beat up on dudes looking for a shot without it coming back on you now.
Northern Pro Wrestling ain’t gonna be a race to the bottom any longer. We gonna show ‘em what professional wrestling is. We gonna show ‘em how to do it right.
Ain't gonna cut no corners to do it neither.”
HNDRXX Pulls his headphones on, as once again the sounds of Spiritual Healing by Dalek start to pound beats an articulate turntable manipulation take over.
HNDRXX is standing in front of the Banner Hung for promotional uses, pulled taut, with a carpeted floor.
He himself is wearing the familiar Jim Breaks, Breaks special hoodie. The hood is down and headphones cover his ears and his head bobs to some unheard beat. His thigh length black cutoff shorts have been freshly rebranded with patch sewn on just above the hemline of the British Lightweight Championship Belt.
Arms crossed.
His unheard headbob becomes our headbob as “Spiritual Healing” by Dälek spills around, noisy futuristic scratching backed by thoughtful lyrics and hard industrial beats.
HNDRXX removes his headphones, and wipes his mouth clean. He considers the surround carefully.
“Ever since Shockwave, the one question on every lip, spilling out of every mouth, on every twitter post is.
You feel let down by Joe Mack taking that pin?
An’ I been keeping it downlow ‘bout that for a minute. See the thing is. Joe Mack? I’d die for that man, I bleed for that man.
You don’t know what Joe Mack and I been through. So no, I ain’t blamin’ him for our teams loss. I know there a lotta dudes round the XHF lookin’ for the excuse that gonna cover they ass. Gonna make it seem like what happen ain’t they fault.
You gotta lotta guys making a lotta excuses after Shockwave.
But check it out. Joe Mack an’ me, we good. Me an’ LVZ, we good.”
He nods definitively.
“But you know them vultures tryna to find a hole in the Honor Guard, ain’t they? They see three dudes who tryin’ to do it the right way. So as soon as they take a loss, they get on the internet, they get on twitter, instagram, and they tryna cast shade. But they ain’t even a sapling my dude.
We lost as a team, an’ anyone got a problem with that, know where to find me on my grind. I ain’t sweatin’ the birds that gotta wait until you down an’ out you know?
But things change show to show, but they stay the same. You got another loud mouthed group of new dudes who come in to NPW thinkin’ they the new crew.”
He crosses his arms again and shakes his head. His face wearing a frown of disapointment.
“They all caps on the internet about who they is, how they gonna come in here and run game. Man, I never want to be caught hatin’ but, what you new dudes doin’ the revenants ain’t already done? I guess being the antique store version of ‘em gotta mean something right?
But they gonna face down a team that ain’t got the same history as ‘em, but we got our own tools. Ronnie Long ain’t a legend in this business for nothin’. Man has been a trios fixture longer than I been wrestling. So we gonna have that long wisdom on our side, and Matsui an’ me, we got that hunger, that fire. “
He nods to himself. Satisfaction beaming across his gowing smile.
“The thing is, between GSP, and these other new dudes, looks like Northern Pro, becomin’ a shed full of bullies, feel me?
Got a lotta dudes up an’ down the roster tryna boost themselves by makin’ others look small. An’ I get it. It’s easy talk big and look large when all you doin’ is takin’ on lessers. Problem is, Northern Pro, we gettin’ sick of the bullies thinkin’ they can come an’ run roughshod over us like that.
Guys like Eron Hunter, they takin’ a stand against it. Joe Mack takin’ a stand against it. Ronnie Long ain’t gonna stand for it. I ain’t gonna stand for it. “
His arms uncross. He flexes his hands. Starts shaking out some tight muscles in the legs.
“Eron Hunter and Joe Mack started it.
It ain’t gonna be about which new bully group comin’ in no more. Northern Pro Wrestling ain’t gonna be bout it no more.
I want everyone at home, everyone in the stands, and everyone in the back to feel that breeze comin’ in off the Atlantic. I want ‘em feel it coming through they hair. I want ‘em to know one thing.
Dawn of a new Era in Northern Pro Wrestling coming.
I want every tryna take advantage to take note. You can’t beat up on dudes looking for a shot without it coming back on you now.
Northern Pro Wrestling ain’t gonna be a race to the bottom any longer. We gonna show ‘em what professional wrestling is. We gonna show ‘em how to do it right.
Ain't gonna cut no corners to do it neither.”
HNDRXX Pulls his headphones on, as once again the sounds of Spiritual Healing by Dalek start to pound beats an articulate turntable manipulation take over.