Post by TheLaw on Nov 15, 2016 16:18:52 GMT -5
"Philadelphia sucks."
With a disgusted expression on his face, Dominic Lawson spits on the ground as he walks down Logan Square. And no, he's not talking to himself, he's not at that point just yet. The mysterious interlocutor at the phone is probably asking him why, and explaining why he disagrees..
"I don't know, I always hated this city for some reason. I can't tell why, it just sends bad vibes down my spine. So, understand that I'm not enthusiast at the idea that tonight's Massacre is held at the 2300 Arena. But to tell you the truth, for 500 $, I would wrestle in a pig-shed too... And the stench will still be more bearable there..."
Turning right to a corner, he almost bumps in some guy dressed in collar and tie walking hastily towards one of the many buildings located in the city's business district. Dominic looks back at him cussing, oddly stopping in mid sentence.
"I swear that guy looked just like Austin Gale. What? No, I'm not gay, I said AUSTIN GALE! He's one of my opponents in tonight's Battle Royal, and that damn white-collar looked just like him. You know the type, rich white boy with too much free time and a bad attitude. Too bad his money won't help him tonight, and his fiery temper will cost him the match."
Dominic barely checks if any car is approaching before crossing the road, too busy listening to what the other man has to say.
"Wait, what gay dude? You mean Benny Stevens? Yeah he's the one wearing dresses but i don't think he's actually homo. My guess? He just wanted to stand out from the mass, quite like you when you dressed up like a priest preaching the Violence Gospel!"
The memory puts a smile on his face
"Fun times... Anyway the kid is good, you can't deny it. But he seems to be obsessed with the champion, Fantana. I was pretty sure he was going to be the one management was betting on. He has the look, the talent and he's loved by the fans: the perfect poster boy. But recent developments, like the missing belt and his first defense in a battle royal where he'll be the first entrant make me think he's no longer the chosen one. Not unanimously by the Three Stooges claiming the scepter at least. I am pretty sure some of them will rather put their money on the Dark Horse, Carmen Cambridge.
And I can dig it. She actually is the best AWE has to offer, when it comes to fill some airtime with nonsensical bullshit. Every time I hear her talking, I feel like I'm having a deja-vu. I swear I already lost the count of how many times I heard her saying how resilient and how above the rest of the locker room she is. She seems obsessed by this need to prove she's better than anyone else that I totally see her doing something stupid like asking to be the #2 entry in the rumble."
Another right brings him into a parking lot. All the way across it, his amaranth Nissan Sentra stands out between a dozen of other cars, way more recent and fancy.
"Speaking of obsessions, I can't wait to get my hands on Kimitsu again."
Another pause, as he listens to the other person talking.
"No, I did not mean THAT way. That bitch blinded me with some shit the Geneva Convention probably banned years ago. Or they should, it hurts like hell! I'm telling you, I will have my payback tonight when I toss her skinny ass out of my ring. No matter what she says, she knows she got lucky last time. I had her and the match in my pocket, hell, I even saw she was going to spit that mist and I almost made her choke on it. Almost... But hear me now, lightning won't strike twice for her."
The Law finally reached his car, standing next to the door
"Yeah, he's in there too. Amis Shelton. Kid made a name for himself, I agree on that. But he already started walking around like he owns the place, just because he won a couple of titles. Seriously, who haven't? I mean, look at the roster, pretty much everyone was a champion somewhere at some point. Even myself, although everyone else seems to have forgotten, had a good run back in the UK, but I'm not here busting anyone's balls about it! Amis should now better that all his past achievements entitle him to exactly jackshit. It's all about the now and here, and here in AWE right now he has yet to prove himself. Just like Colgate Carnage, but at least he isn't acting like he's God. And truth being told from what I saw, Carnage isn't actually as bad as the name he choose. The other people will barely be a factor in this match, I am not concerned about them. There's one guy though I am worried about. S.O.B..."
After numerous attempts, Lawson is finally able to unstuck his car's door and open it.
"When I look at him, I see the same flame that drives me. We are very similar, except for the fact that I can actually speak proper english and people at home won't need subtitles every time I open my mouth. We both seem out of place in this era where how you look is more important than what you do. S.O.B. and I, we share the same hunger, we both come from the same place, we know what being at the bottom of the ranks feels like. And from there, there's only one way you can go. Up. We are not afraid to fall, because we know how to get up. That's what makes us dangerous.
It was good to hear you again buddy. Take care."
After entering the car and closing the door, Lawson starts the engine. Failing.
"Fuck my life. I told you Philadelphia sucks!"
With a disgusted expression on his face, Dominic Lawson spits on the ground as he walks down Logan Square. And no, he's not talking to himself, he's not at that point just yet. The mysterious interlocutor at the phone is probably asking him why, and explaining why he disagrees..
"I don't know, I always hated this city for some reason. I can't tell why, it just sends bad vibes down my spine. So, understand that I'm not enthusiast at the idea that tonight's Massacre is held at the 2300 Arena. But to tell you the truth, for 500 $, I would wrestle in a pig-shed too... And the stench will still be more bearable there..."
Turning right to a corner, he almost bumps in some guy dressed in collar and tie walking hastily towards one of the many buildings located in the city's business district. Dominic looks back at him cussing, oddly stopping in mid sentence.
"I swear that guy looked just like Austin Gale. What? No, I'm not gay, I said AUSTIN GALE! He's one of my opponents in tonight's Battle Royal, and that damn white-collar looked just like him. You know the type, rich white boy with too much free time and a bad attitude. Too bad his money won't help him tonight, and his fiery temper will cost him the match."
Dominic barely checks if any car is approaching before crossing the road, too busy listening to what the other man has to say.
"Wait, what gay dude? You mean Benny Stevens? Yeah he's the one wearing dresses but i don't think he's actually homo. My guess? He just wanted to stand out from the mass, quite like you when you dressed up like a priest preaching the Violence Gospel!"
The memory puts a smile on his face
"Fun times... Anyway the kid is good, you can't deny it. But he seems to be obsessed with the champion, Fantana. I was pretty sure he was going to be the one management was betting on. He has the look, the talent and he's loved by the fans: the perfect poster boy. But recent developments, like the missing belt and his first defense in a battle royal where he'll be the first entrant make me think he's no longer the chosen one. Not unanimously by the Three Stooges claiming the scepter at least. I am pretty sure some of them will rather put their money on the Dark Horse, Carmen Cambridge.
And I can dig it. She actually is the best AWE has to offer, when it comes to fill some airtime with nonsensical bullshit. Every time I hear her talking, I feel like I'm having a deja-vu. I swear I already lost the count of how many times I heard her saying how resilient and how above the rest of the locker room she is. She seems obsessed by this need to prove she's better than anyone else that I totally see her doing something stupid like asking to be the #2 entry in the rumble."
Another right brings him into a parking lot. All the way across it, his amaranth Nissan Sentra stands out between a dozen of other cars, way more recent and fancy.
"Speaking of obsessions, I can't wait to get my hands on Kimitsu again."
Another pause, as he listens to the other person talking.
"No, I did not mean THAT way. That bitch blinded me with some shit the Geneva Convention probably banned years ago. Or they should, it hurts like hell! I'm telling you, I will have my payback tonight when I toss her skinny ass out of my ring. No matter what she says, she knows she got lucky last time. I had her and the match in my pocket, hell, I even saw she was going to spit that mist and I almost made her choke on it. Almost... But hear me now, lightning won't strike twice for her."
The Law finally reached his car, standing next to the door
"Yeah, he's in there too. Amis Shelton. Kid made a name for himself, I agree on that. But he already started walking around like he owns the place, just because he won a couple of titles. Seriously, who haven't? I mean, look at the roster, pretty much everyone was a champion somewhere at some point. Even myself, although everyone else seems to have forgotten, had a good run back in the UK, but I'm not here busting anyone's balls about it! Amis should now better that all his past achievements entitle him to exactly jackshit. It's all about the now and here, and here in AWE right now he has yet to prove himself. Just like Colgate Carnage, but at least he isn't acting like he's God. And truth being told from what I saw, Carnage isn't actually as bad as the name he choose. The other people will barely be a factor in this match, I am not concerned about them. There's one guy though I am worried about. S.O.B..."
After numerous attempts, Lawson is finally able to unstuck his car's door and open it.
"When I look at him, I see the same flame that drives me. We are very similar, except for the fact that I can actually speak proper english and people at home won't need subtitles every time I open my mouth. We both seem out of place in this era where how you look is more important than what you do. S.O.B. and I, we share the same hunger, we both come from the same place, we know what being at the bottom of the ranks feels like. And from there, there's only one way you can go. Up. We are not afraid to fall, because we know how to get up. That's what makes us dangerous.
It was good to hear you again buddy. Take care."
After entering the car and closing the door, Lawson starts the engine. Failing.
"Fuck my life. I told you Philadelphia sucks!"