The Transformed Man (Tag Championships)
Apr 4, 2024 20:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Apr 4, 2024 20:35:18 GMT -5
A year.
A vaguely familiar face sits up in his bed. He rubs his face but there’s a long stare of somebody who’s seen things and experienced a life in a short time. The sun streams in through drawn blinds.
That was all it was. A year- probably not even. What a difference a year can make. Most of us just work our menial jobs every day waiting for that indy show on the weekend where our real selves can come out. But what if there is no job? No indy show? For a year?
He brushes his teeth as he looks in the mirror. Slightly more groomed now the man looks even more vaguely familiar- though somewhat forgettable in a sea of CAWs that fill the wrestling world.
I know what that’s like. Was it hell- was it heaven? It…was. And now that I’m back the whole world is different. The sun shines differently. The sun shines. And me? I may look the same as I did before I went into the maw- but I am different, I am transformed.
The man is in a living room filled with what appears to be boxes of beer cut to pieces. He puts what appears to be a mess onto his torso and suddenly you know who it is- it is Bud/Buzz Lightbeer/Lightyear (depending on where he’s wrestling).
…Or I guess I’m “trans” now? It’s so hard to keep up with the changes that have happened in the world. I’ve been so many different things and so many different guys that when I look in the mirror I don’t know who I am- but for the last few months I guess I’ve been me.
Bud walks through the streets, people go about their lives; pushing, shoving- all to get to their jobs on time. He got fired from his old job for not showing up (due to being eaten). He isn’t in a hurry to get a new job because the world is unfamiliar to him now.
But things seem to be getting more stable- or perhaps more stale. I can eat meat without “trans”..ing? Am I using that right? I don’t change anymore when eating, so that’s good. I just watch.
The man in a beer case Buzz Lightyear costume sits on a park bench. Occasionally he has to shoo off some extra curious pigeons. Time just passes, slowly.
But am I me? I’m the XHF Network’s Tag-Team Champion. That’s not indy at all. That’s in fact the least indy thing. Did I sell out or did the world force me into his position? Am I, like everyone else I see, just a victim of circumstance? What do I even stand for anymore?
Buzz lies uncomfortably on a beach. The waves marking the minutes that roll by as he tries to find himself through the distractions of life.
At the XHF Network’s Rumble I’m once again being thrust onto the main stage- but my opponents? I get them. They actually make sense to me in a world where everything is so different.
The indy-exclusive (except when he’s a Tag Champ or jobbing it would seem) wrestler reclines on his bed. He looks at a picture of CAR’s team Tegra- currently transformed into “Beahrly There” for the sake of wrestling matches.
I wonder what Brittany ate that turned her into a bear. I changed so many times inside of Dinosaur Bones. I ate so much strange meat that altered who and what I was. To be back here, back in what’s supposed to be my body- it’s unnerving. I wonder if that is why Abby dresses like that. Was she a bear too and wants to return to it, but doesn’t know what meat to eat?
He walks in a parade filled with colorful people. Less colorful people yell at him. He is unsure why they hate his kind so much. Bud carries a sign that says, “I didn’t choose this life, it chose me.” He thinks it covers both his transformative nature as well as being thrust into main stream wrestling. He thinks the people are angry because of these things. Buzz isn’t really the smartest guy.
It will be good to share the ring in the Rumble with some kindred spirits. I wonder if they too spent a year inside of a dracolich and were forever changed by it. As I attend Lizard-Gorged Beings Talking meetings- at least that’s what I assume it stands for, I learn that a lot of people have been thrust into roles they weren’t prepared for.
Alone in his kitchen, Bud Lightbeer stares as the XHF Tag Team Championship, folded nicely on the dinner table. He wonders about life. Does he hate this thing because it forces him out of the indy circuit? Does he love it because it represents success in wrestling? Is he living the dream or is he simply a dancing monkey for “the man”? Such thoughts fill his mind.
I wonder as I think about Beahrly There if there’s hope for people like us. I mean, they are successful racers, they have their families. Maybe there’s hope for transformed people to find normality in the rat race of life and can re-adapt to life outside of Plato’s cave.
He works a rowing machine at the gym- still in his full cardboard costume as he sweats and grunts.
But no matter. Right now I am called to do what I was originally called to do- wrestle. It doesn’t matter if I like these girls or feel a shared spirit with them. I am the XHF Tag Team Champion, and as long as that is true I understand my purpose. I may not have eaten something to become this, but just like my days inside of Dinosaur Bones and my new life outside again- I am transformed. If my new life is that of the champion, then so be. I accept change, I accept transformation.
I am Bud Lightbeer.
And I am the transformed man.
A vaguely familiar face sits up in his bed. He rubs his face but there’s a long stare of somebody who’s seen things and experienced a life in a short time. The sun streams in through drawn blinds.
That was all it was. A year- probably not even. What a difference a year can make. Most of us just work our menial jobs every day waiting for that indy show on the weekend where our real selves can come out. But what if there is no job? No indy show? For a year?
He brushes his teeth as he looks in the mirror. Slightly more groomed now the man looks even more vaguely familiar- though somewhat forgettable in a sea of CAWs that fill the wrestling world.
I know what that’s like. Was it hell- was it heaven? It…was. And now that I’m back the whole world is different. The sun shines differently. The sun shines. And me? I may look the same as I did before I went into the maw- but I am different, I am transformed.
The man is in a living room filled with what appears to be boxes of beer cut to pieces. He puts what appears to be a mess onto his torso and suddenly you know who it is- it is Bud/Buzz Lightbeer/Lightyear (depending on where he’s wrestling).
…Or I guess I’m “trans” now? It’s so hard to keep up with the changes that have happened in the world. I’ve been so many different things and so many different guys that when I look in the mirror I don’t know who I am- but for the last few months I guess I’ve been me.
Bud walks through the streets, people go about their lives; pushing, shoving- all to get to their jobs on time. He got fired from his old job for not showing up (due to being eaten). He isn’t in a hurry to get a new job because the world is unfamiliar to him now.
But things seem to be getting more stable- or perhaps more stale. I can eat meat without “trans”..ing? Am I using that right? I don’t change anymore when eating, so that’s good. I just watch.
The man in a beer case Buzz Lightyear costume sits on a park bench. Occasionally he has to shoo off some extra curious pigeons. Time just passes, slowly.
But am I me? I’m the XHF Network’s Tag-Team Champion. That’s not indy at all. That’s in fact the least indy thing. Did I sell out or did the world force me into his position? Am I, like everyone else I see, just a victim of circumstance? What do I even stand for anymore?
Buzz lies uncomfortably on a beach. The waves marking the minutes that roll by as he tries to find himself through the distractions of life.
At the XHF Network’s Rumble I’m once again being thrust onto the main stage- but my opponents? I get them. They actually make sense to me in a world where everything is so different.
The indy-exclusive (except when he’s a Tag Champ or jobbing it would seem) wrestler reclines on his bed. He looks at a picture of CAR’s team Tegra- currently transformed into “Beahrly There” for the sake of wrestling matches.
I wonder what Brittany ate that turned her into a bear. I changed so many times inside of Dinosaur Bones. I ate so much strange meat that altered who and what I was. To be back here, back in what’s supposed to be my body- it’s unnerving. I wonder if that is why Abby dresses like that. Was she a bear too and wants to return to it, but doesn’t know what meat to eat?
He walks in a parade filled with colorful people. Less colorful people yell at him. He is unsure why they hate his kind so much. Bud carries a sign that says, “I didn’t choose this life, it chose me.” He thinks it covers both his transformative nature as well as being thrust into main stream wrestling. He thinks the people are angry because of these things. Buzz isn’t really the smartest guy.
It will be good to share the ring in the Rumble with some kindred spirits. I wonder if they too spent a year inside of a dracolich and were forever changed by it. As I attend Lizard-Gorged Beings Talking meetings- at least that’s what I assume it stands for, I learn that a lot of people have been thrust into roles they weren’t prepared for.
Alone in his kitchen, Bud Lightbeer stares as the XHF Tag Team Championship, folded nicely on the dinner table. He wonders about life. Does he hate this thing because it forces him out of the indy circuit? Does he love it because it represents success in wrestling? Is he living the dream or is he simply a dancing monkey for “the man”? Such thoughts fill his mind.
I wonder as I think about Beahrly There if there’s hope for people like us. I mean, they are successful racers, they have their families. Maybe there’s hope for transformed people to find normality in the rat race of life and can re-adapt to life outside of Plato’s cave.
He works a rowing machine at the gym- still in his full cardboard costume as he sweats and grunts.
But no matter. Right now I am called to do what I was originally called to do- wrestle. It doesn’t matter if I like these girls or feel a shared spirit with them. I am the XHF Tag Team Champion, and as long as that is true I understand my purpose. I may not have eaten something to become this, but just like my days inside of Dinosaur Bones and my new life outside again- I am transformed. If my new life is that of the champion, then so be. I accept change, I accept transformation.
I am Bud Lightbeer.
And I am the transformed man.
