Post by Austin Gale on Dec 15, 2016 13:24:16 GMT -5
A lone yacht sailing over the vast ocean. To many this would be a beautiful sight. To Austin Gale, it had become stale. Austin leaned on the railing staring off into the nothingness ahead of him. Taking a puff of his cigar, he ashes off the edge. Running his fingers through his hair, Austin flicks the cigar off into the ocean.
Austin: “The wide open waters. Many would kill to see this. To see ocean stretching far and wide. It would be amazing to most. But not me.”
Grabbing his scotch from the railing, Austin turns around to face the camera. Slight scruff had grown on his otherwise perfect face. He takes a sip and sets the drink down on the railing next to him.
Austin: “I’m more amazed about how wide Erron Wilder stretched Benny’s asshole last show. It really was incredible. Honestly. For a man who talked that much game before the match, that’s how it turned out. I’m not talking about Benny, by the way. I’m talking about Erron’s lips flapping before he stepped in the ring with AWE’s cannon fodder. I have to give you credit, you won. Round of applause. Congratulations and all that fun shit. But that was your pass. You were given a free ride through the first round. But things get more difficult from here, Stuntman. Pause the video.”
Austin hangs his head, clearly annoyed. His hair dropping in front of his face. Flicking it back, Austin runs his fingers through until it holds in place. Grabbing the glass, Austin tosses it at the cameraman’s feet. The glass smashes waking up him up. Quickly hitting the pause button, Cameraman Mike starts to act like he was listening.
Austin: “Mike. Am I boring you? Are you not entertained by the things I’ve been saying? If you have any problem with you can get off this yacht and head back to shore.”
Mike: “But we’re in the middle of the ocean.”
Austin: “I’m aware and stand by my statement. Now if you have anything you would like to say, say it now.”
Mike: “Well, you’re just coming off incredibly cocky but you’ve only won one match. Meanwhile, Erron went undefeated in one of his last federations. He’s been wrestling for years and you’ve only been wrestling for months. The odds are stacked against you in this one.”
Austin: “Start recording.”
Restarting the recording, Mike focusing the camera on Austin. Pacing over to his liquor cabinet, Austin begins to mix himself a rum and Coke. Grabbing a pair of shades off the counter, he heads back outside to stare off at the ocean.
Austin: “So the odds are stacked against me. Again. Just like the last match. The last match where a faced a veteran of the sport and what was the outcome? I advanced in the tournament and the veteran did not. In the business world, there are many people who choose to live off old fortunes. They make one deal, sell one business, and then they retire to live off their earnings. There are also people who stay in the game. People who reinvest, buy and sell more companies, and keep earning more. That is the difference between millionaires and billionaires. Everyone talks about the great Erron Wilder. But they are living off his past accomplishments. In the business world, he would be a millionaire. I, on the other hand, am a billionaire. The Alpha Cup is my next investment. Pause.”
As Mike pauses the recording, Austin makes his way inside. He grabs his phone and lays down on the couch. Opening up Twitter, Austin scrolls through the random nonsense that fills his timeline. Claims of superiority from Amis Shelton. Homoerotic jibberish from Benny towards Zack Fantana. Multiple messages from Kimitsu Zombie. But nothing from Erron Wilder. Austin tosses his phone towards his feet and rubs his eyes with his hands.
Mike: “Something wrong?”
Austin: “Start the recording again.”
As Mike presses record, Austin climbs to his feet. Pacing back and forth, Austin rubs his chin.
Austin: “How do I prepare for an opponent that practically doesn’t exist? No tweets. No video packages. Not a word from him in almost two weeks. Clearly he wants to get in my head. Wants something to respond to so he can get the last laugh. I would say situations like these drove my brother to insanity if he hadn’t been born that way. I have to sit here and wait. Wait for Erron to demonstrate his love for syllables. To dance his way through the English language that does nothing more than make potential fans tune out his every word. Does spitting out random words normally found in a thesaurus make him feel more intelligent? It’s rough. You could say the same message in much shorter time. The difference being you would actually get the message across to some of the half wits you face. The reason you beat Benny in the first round is because stayed up all night Googling half of the things you said to him. That or he was up all night Googling Tiara. Who really knows. My point is, Erron is stepping into the ring with someone who is more of a challenge. Not someone who spends his time on Twitter trying to sleep over at an old man’s house. You can talk all you want. You can thumb your way through an thesaurus to put more alliteration into your sentences and that’s fantastic. That’s your thing and all the power to you. But actions speak louder than words. And do you know what speaks loudest?”
Reaching into his pocket, Austin pulls out his cheque book and tosses it onto the table. He reaches into another pocket and pulls out his wallet. Austin tosses the wallet onto the table as some of the cash spills out.
Austin: “Money. Money speaks louder than everything. Money has gotten me places in life that you could only dream of. But it also gets me information. Information is valuable, Stuntman. Money has allowed to delve into your psyche. Years of speaking with some of the best psychiatrists money can buy has allowed me to pick up a few tricks of the trade. Have you ever noticed that while most of the time you speak with the pompous attitude of a Harvard student while others you say things like ‘fuckin’ and ‘ain’t’. Have you noticed that this happens as you get more irritated by situations? Like you lose control and it causes you to swing for the fences. Some would even say that the more annoyed you get the ‘Wilder’ you become. I understand that. I find myself in those situations as well. But I’ve learnt to control it. To unleash it in times of need not anger. I taught boxing when I was younger. Do you know what we called people like you who would go into little frenzies? We would call them an easy victory. That’s all you are, Erron. Just another W on my scorecard. So step into the ring with me Sunday. Square up. Hell, bring that thesaurus you love so much and hit me with it. But I’m going to show you which of us can really get Wilder. There’s a storm coming, Erron. Can you stand against Gale Force winds? End the recording.”
Mike: “I, uhm, I think I left the lense cap on.”
Austin drops his head into his hands. He runs his fingers through his hair as he tosses back the rest of his drink. An angry look creeps across his face while he rises to his feet. As the camera fades to black a loud scream and a splash can be heard.
Austin: “The wide open waters. Many would kill to see this. To see ocean stretching far and wide. It would be amazing to most. But not me.”
Grabbing his scotch from the railing, Austin turns around to face the camera. Slight scruff had grown on his otherwise perfect face. He takes a sip and sets the drink down on the railing next to him.
Austin: “I’m more amazed about how wide Erron Wilder stretched Benny’s asshole last show. It really was incredible. Honestly. For a man who talked that much game before the match, that’s how it turned out. I’m not talking about Benny, by the way. I’m talking about Erron’s lips flapping before he stepped in the ring with AWE’s cannon fodder. I have to give you credit, you won. Round of applause. Congratulations and all that fun shit. But that was your pass. You were given a free ride through the first round. But things get more difficult from here, Stuntman. Pause the video.”
Austin hangs his head, clearly annoyed. His hair dropping in front of his face. Flicking it back, Austin runs his fingers through until it holds in place. Grabbing the glass, Austin tosses it at the cameraman’s feet. The glass smashes waking up him up. Quickly hitting the pause button, Cameraman Mike starts to act like he was listening.
Austin: “Mike. Am I boring you? Are you not entertained by the things I’ve been saying? If you have any problem with you can get off this yacht and head back to shore.”
Mike: “But we’re in the middle of the ocean.”
Austin: “I’m aware and stand by my statement. Now if you have anything you would like to say, say it now.”
Mike: “Well, you’re just coming off incredibly cocky but you’ve only won one match. Meanwhile, Erron went undefeated in one of his last federations. He’s been wrestling for years and you’ve only been wrestling for months. The odds are stacked against you in this one.”
Austin: “Start recording.”
Restarting the recording, Mike focusing the camera on Austin. Pacing over to his liquor cabinet, Austin begins to mix himself a rum and Coke. Grabbing a pair of shades off the counter, he heads back outside to stare off at the ocean.
Austin: “So the odds are stacked against me. Again. Just like the last match. The last match where a faced a veteran of the sport and what was the outcome? I advanced in the tournament and the veteran did not. In the business world, there are many people who choose to live off old fortunes. They make one deal, sell one business, and then they retire to live off their earnings. There are also people who stay in the game. People who reinvest, buy and sell more companies, and keep earning more. That is the difference between millionaires and billionaires. Everyone talks about the great Erron Wilder. But they are living off his past accomplishments. In the business world, he would be a millionaire. I, on the other hand, am a billionaire. The Alpha Cup is my next investment. Pause.”
As Mike pauses the recording, Austin makes his way inside. He grabs his phone and lays down on the couch. Opening up Twitter, Austin scrolls through the random nonsense that fills his timeline. Claims of superiority from Amis Shelton. Homoerotic jibberish from Benny towards Zack Fantana. Multiple messages from Kimitsu Zombie. But nothing from Erron Wilder. Austin tosses his phone towards his feet and rubs his eyes with his hands.
Mike: “Something wrong?”
Austin: “Start the recording again.”
As Mike presses record, Austin climbs to his feet. Pacing back and forth, Austin rubs his chin.
Austin: “How do I prepare for an opponent that practically doesn’t exist? No tweets. No video packages. Not a word from him in almost two weeks. Clearly he wants to get in my head. Wants something to respond to so he can get the last laugh. I would say situations like these drove my brother to insanity if he hadn’t been born that way. I have to sit here and wait. Wait for Erron to demonstrate his love for syllables. To dance his way through the English language that does nothing more than make potential fans tune out his every word. Does spitting out random words normally found in a thesaurus make him feel more intelligent? It’s rough. You could say the same message in much shorter time. The difference being you would actually get the message across to some of the half wits you face. The reason you beat Benny in the first round is because stayed up all night Googling half of the things you said to him. That or he was up all night Googling Tiara. Who really knows. My point is, Erron is stepping into the ring with someone who is more of a challenge. Not someone who spends his time on Twitter trying to sleep over at an old man’s house. You can talk all you want. You can thumb your way through an thesaurus to put more alliteration into your sentences and that’s fantastic. That’s your thing and all the power to you. But actions speak louder than words. And do you know what speaks loudest?”
Reaching into his pocket, Austin pulls out his cheque book and tosses it onto the table. He reaches into another pocket and pulls out his wallet. Austin tosses the wallet onto the table as some of the cash spills out.
Austin: “Money. Money speaks louder than everything. Money has gotten me places in life that you could only dream of. But it also gets me information. Information is valuable, Stuntman. Money has allowed to delve into your psyche. Years of speaking with some of the best psychiatrists money can buy has allowed me to pick up a few tricks of the trade. Have you ever noticed that while most of the time you speak with the pompous attitude of a Harvard student while others you say things like ‘fuckin’ and ‘ain’t’. Have you noticed that this happens as you get more irritated by situations? Like you lose control and it causes you to swing for the fences. Some would even say that the more annoyed you get the ‘Wilder’ you become. I understand that. I find myself in those situations as well. But I’ve learnt to control it. To unleash it in times of need not anger. I taught boxing when I was younger. Do you know what we called people like you who would go into little frenzies? We would call them an easy victory. That’s all you are, Erron. Just another W on my scorecard. So step into the ring with me Sunday. Square up. Hell, bring that thesaurus you love so much and hit me with it. But I’m going to show you which of us can really get Wilder. There’s a storm coming, Erron. Can you stand against Gale Force winds? End the recording.”
Mike: “I, uhm, I think I left the lense cap on.”
Austin drops his head into his hands. He runs his fingers through his hair as he tosses back the rest of his drink. An angry look creeps across his face while he rises to his feet. As the camera fades to black a loud scream and a splash can be heard.