Don't Worry About Us
Jan 18, 2018 22:48:53 GMT -5
Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), Venom 🕷, and 2 more like this
Post by jamesmueller on Jan 18, 2018 22:48:53 GMT -5
VENOM!
We open up to a small gymnasium, the same one that hosted the GUN Show. It's dimly lit with just a few ceiling lights above an empty ring surrounded by some empty seats. Running foot steps can be heard, bouncing off the hardwood floor of the gym. Just beyond the seats is a small three lane running track marked by black tape and railing against some of the seating areas. Venom can been seen running the track, heavy breathing and drenched in sweat. Pacing one of the last rows of seats is James Mueller. He walks and follows Venom as he runs by before taking a sip of his styrofoam cup of coffee.
VENOM!
Venom keeps jogging but turns his head to Mueller and questions him with his arms.
KEEP PUSHING!
Venom rolls his eyes and focuses back on the track. He wasn't stopping anytime soon.
That's the spirit.
Mueller takes another sip and plops down in a chair. He lowers his head and looks at his coffee.
Here we are... Just a little over a week from the GUN Show. The greatest event the XHF Network has had to offer so far in it's young journey. Fans attended and watched online from all over the world just to see how little corner of the XHF Network. They witnessed sacrifices, conquerers, enemies made of clay, and a pair of grizzled old vets making their first official appearance in the squared circle together in over a decade. There were people that were expecting a nostalgic act, a team looking for lost glory and cheap pops. I've heard claims that we're just paper champions. But the GUN Show, though it was against questionable talent... The GUN Show for us was just a warm-up.
Venom runs past behind Mueller as he makes another lap.
Here we are... Just a little over a week away from XHF Supremacy. Supremacy marks the return of the GUNS to an actual XHF ring, in front of an XHF audience. Last time I made an appearence in front of the XHF faithful, I was pointing a sawed-off shotgun rigged with pyrotechnics right at the face of the XHF owner. I don't know how we'll be received upon our return, but quite frankly it's not in the back of my mind. I'm thinking about a hundred things though, thinking about how more difficult it is to get out of bed these days. I'm thinking about how much longer it takes for these bruises on my back to fade away after a night in the ring. I'm thinking about the bones in my knees that have been grinding away for the past fifteen years. I'm thinking about Bonnie Jenkins, in that short skirt she sometimes wears in the office... hm... I've got a lot of things on my mind, but the fans perception of me is not one of them.
Venom runs past again. Mueller takes another sip of his coffee.
Venom and I always did things to the beat of our own drum and I think that's what made us stand out. Our hollow threats against Mongo weren't about power and force, it was about rebellion and letting people know we're not going to be below any authority. We showed the world that Mongo wasn't going to control us, and while I still believe we have unfinished business with him, we reminded Mongo that he needs to stay out of our way. And now look; We have our own Federation on the network, we had our own pay per view event, we're the XHF Tag Team Champions of the World, and Mongo even named me the Official XHF Commissioner. Venom and I, we don't follow the paths that were created before us. We don't do conventional, that's for damn sure. We're carving our history into the bronze and the brass with our nails, and we're not afraid of destroying careers to do it.
Mueller sips his coffee. Venom jogs on by.
I know the GUNS seem to take things lightly, but make no mistake, we're very serious about XHF Supremacy and retaining the tag team championships. We've been we've been running laps and lifting weights, we've been watching the competition and have been studying the tapes... And I got to say: I feel pretty God damn confident right now. Just look at the challengers in this match. The Brotherhood, for instance. Last time I think I've seen a champion shit on his own "belt," was probably the rat bastard himself... Rat Bastard. I mean, they were rumors, but... If you knew the man, you knew that defecating on XHF's hardware wasn't the most outlandish thing he'd do, not by a long shot. Crow's already lost his AXW title this week, not to mention some of his dignity and pride to a margarita bowl, but ten days from now him, along with Synn, are going to lose their chance at the XHF Tag Team Championships.
Mueller mulls for a second. His eyes wonder the ground as he thumbs the top of his coffee cup. Venom jogs by again.
And we have this new.. Japan... wave... group that entered in their two best? If Izuma and Rayburn are their two best, they are in for a rough... rough ride here in the XHF tag team division. These guys may have combined for what looks like 436 championships from federations all across the globe. But lemme tell you something, kids, those cute little federations didn't span the globe like the XHF spanned the globe. Venom and I main evented all across this world, from New York City to Moscow, to Mumbai, to your beloved Tokyo Dome in Japan. Everywhere you go, you'll find our names in the bellies and hallways of arenas and stadiums. I don't think either of us have ever have had a match on the moon, but we'll damn sure kick your asses there too if we needed.
Venom slowly jogs by, Mueller takes a sip.
The FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Champions are going to be there, oh joy. I actually wanted to see these guys in action. Not out of respect or anything, I just... Dackle is a fellow St Louisian, right? What high school did you go to, Dackle? Enjoying a nice refreshing Schlafly? Do you prefer toasted ravioli to bbq pork mac n cheese? I tell you right now, Dackle, I don't give a shit you're from St. Louis. We're not buds, we're not pals, and you're not half the stack of shit you think you are. By the time my career is done, they'll be calling me the Stan Musial of wrestling. Dackle can be... The... St. Louis Rams of wrestling. An afterthought. Actually, out of all the teams, I hope your team makes it to the final round against us. It would be an event for two of STL's sons to duke it out, though I think we all know the eventual outcome... As far Dylan Black? I don't fucking care.
Venom jogs by even slower. Mueller nearly finishes his coffee.
And then there's Team Tron, Shogun and Nano... You know, I remember Shogun, and... I don't think we've ever fought. Those guys... Those guys deserve something more than... This.
Mueller motions to what he's doing... a monologue, essentially.
Those guys are from our era, though... I guess they're from the future too, but they're part of the "old guard" I suppose. We'll have something special for you, think of it as gratitude for opening the first ever GUN Show.
Venom stops behind him, wheezing and trying to catch his breath.
VENOM!
Venom puts his index towards Mueller, asking for a minute.
Alright, alright... You went fifteen minutes over your goal anyways.
Venom groans loudly.
We open up to a small gymnasium, the same one that hosted the GUN Show. It's dimly lit with just a few ceiling lights above an empty ring surrounded by some empty seats. Running foot steps can be heard, bouncing off the hardwood floor of the gym. Just beyond the seats is a small three lane running track marked by black tape and railing against some of the seating areas. Venom can been seen running the track, heavy breathing and drenched in sweat. Pacing one of the last rows of seats is James Mueller. He walks and follows Venom as he runs by before taking a sip of his styrofoam cup of coffee.
VENOM!
Venom keeps jogging but turns his head to Mueller and questions him with his arms.
KEEP PUSHING!
Venom rolls his eyes and focuses back on the track. He wasn't stopping anytime soon.
That's the spirit.
Mueller takes another sip and plops down in a chair. He lowers his head and looks at his coffee.
Here we are... Just a little over a week from the GUN Show. The greatest event the XHF Network has had to offer so far in it's young journey. Fans attended and watched online from all over the world just to see how little corner of the XHF Network. They witnessed sacrifices, conquerers, enemies made of clay, and a pair of grizzled old vets making their first official appearance in the squared circle together in over a decade. There were people that were expecting a nostalgic act, a team looking for lost glory and cheap pops. I've heard claims that we're just paper champions. But the GUN Show, though it was against questionable talent... The GUN Show for us was just a warm-up.
Venom runs past behind Mueller as he makes another lap.
Here we are... Just a little over a week away from XHF Supremacy. Supremacy marks the return of the GUNS to an actual XHF ring, in front of an XHF audience. Last time I made an appearence in front of the XHF faithful, I was pointing a sawed-off shotgun rigged with pyrotechnics right at the face of the XHF owner. I don't know how we'll be received upon our return, but quite frankly it's not in the back of my mind. I'm thinking about a hundred things though, thinking about how more difficult it is to get out of bed these days. I'm thinking about how much longer it takes for these bruises on my back to fade away after a night in the ring. I'm thinking about the bones in my knees that have been grinding away for the past fifteen years. I'm thinking about Bonnie Jenkins, in that short skirt she sometimes wears in the office... hm... I've got a lot of things on my mind, but the fans perception of me is not one of them.
Venom runs past again. Mueller takes another sip of his coffee.
Venom and I always did things to the beat of our own drum and I think that's what made us stand out. Our hollow threats against Mongo weren't about power and force, it was about rebellion and letting people know we're not going to be below any authority. We showed the world that Mongo wasn't going to control us, and while I still believe we have unfinished business with him, we reminded Mongo that he needs to stay out of our way. And now look; We have our own Federation on the network, we had our own pay per view event, we're the XHF Tag Team Champions of the World, and Mongo even named me the Official XHF Commissioner. Venom and I, we don't follow the paths that were created before us. We don't do conventional, that's for damn sure. We're carving our history into the bronze and the brass with our nails, and we're not afraid of destroying careers to do it.
Mueller sips his coffee. Venom jogs on by.
I know the GUNS seem to take things lightly, but make no mistake, we're very serious about XHF Supremacy and retaining the tag team championships. We've been we've been running laps and lifting weights, we've been watching the competition and have been studying the tapes... And I got to say: I feel pretty God damn confident right now. Just look at the challengers in this match. The Brotherhood, for instance. Last time I think I've seen a champion shit on his own "belt," was probably the rat bastard himself... Rat Bastard. I mean, they were rumors, but... If you knew the man, you knew that defecating on XHF's hardware wasn't the most outlandish thing he'd do, not by a long shot. Crow's already lost his AXW title this week, not to mention some of his dignity and pride to a margarita bowl, but ten days from now him, along with Synn, are going to lose their chance at the XHF Tag Team Championships.
Mueller mulls for a second. His eyes wonder the ground as he thumbs the top of his coffee cup. Venom jogs by again.
And we have this new.. Japan... wave... group that entered in their two best? If Izuma and Rayburn are their two best, they are in for a rough... rough ride here in the XHF tag team division. These guys may have combined for what looks like 436 championships from federations all across the globe. But lemme tell you something, kids, those cute little federations didn't span the globe like the XHF spanned the globe. Venom and I main evented all across this world, from New York City to Moscow, to Mumbai, to your beloved Tokyo Dome in Japan. Everywhere you go, you'll find our names in the bellies and hallways of arenas and stadiums. I don't think either of us have ever have had a match on the moon, but we'll damn sure kick your asses there too if we needed.
Venom slowly jogs by, Mueller takes a sip.
The FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Champions are going to be there, oh joy. I actually wanted to see these guys in action. Not out of respect or anything, I just... Dackle is a fellow St Louisian, right? What high school did you go to, Dackle? Enjoying a nice refreshing Schlafly? Do you prefer toasted ravioli to bbq pork mac n cheese? I tell you right now, Dackle, I don't give a shit you're from St. Louis. We're not buds, we're not pals, and you're not half the stack of shit you think you are. By the time my career is done, they'll be calling me the Stan Musial of wrestling. Dackle can be... The... St. Louis Rams of wrestling. An afterthought. Actually, out of all the teams, I hope your team makes it to the final round against us. It would be an event for two of STL's sons to duke it out, though I think we all know the eventual outcome... As far Dylan Black? I don't fucking care.
Venom jogs by even slower. Mueller nearly finishes his coffee.
And then there's Team Tron, Shogun and Nano... You know, I remember Shogun, and... I don't think we've ever fought. Those guys... Those guys deserve something more than... This.
Mueller motions to what he's doing... a monologue, essentially.
Those guys are from our era, though... I guess they're from the future too, but they're part of the "old guard" I suppose. We'll have something special for you, think of it as gratitude for opening the first ever GUN Show.
Venom stops behind him, wheezing and trying to catch his breath.
VENOM!
Venom puts his index towards Mueller, asking for a minute.
Alright, alright... You went fifteen minutes over your goal anyways.
Venom groans loudly.
