Post by Cosmo Cooper on Mar 30, 2017 0:09:19 GMT -5
Waves crashed in the distance, the good thing about living where Cosmo Cooper lived was that it was always a short trip to a beach. Cosmo had grew up basically on a beach, always a good swimmer, and always enjoying runs in the sand. Throughout his entire monologue, waves crashed in the background.
“Yooo, really? Dom going to say that like, I say what everyone else says? If I had the time I could go to every wrestling promo on the planet, dude and show you that when someone is shook? They say the sameeeee thing, yo. They say, is that all you got? Oh, I expected more. Oh, you say everything else does. But I am not here to piss with you about who is more original, that shit is for losers, uh, and plus I doubt you can piss clean anyway. That’s for AWE to decide.”
“You act like people are really going to come out and say, hey man, you know what? You got me! That was a really good promo and you burned me! Do you really think that ever happens? Is this just part of your, like…Uh…Leave it to Beaver attitude towards wrestling? Look, man. Maybe you should take your own advice and you wouldn’t lose so much. Chin up, buttercup. You’ll get paired against someone at the bottom of the barrel and scrape up a few wins. With your attitude? King stay King. I don’t even know how you were like, champion. Somehow that only gives you a strand of respect, no offense, uh, I guess. But wish you would have stayed champ, because I know that would have given me a better chance to win it.”
“It’s called ALPHA Wrestling Entertainment, Dom. ALPHA…Not Beta. You don’t belong here, you can go fight on the like, other division. You tried to punk Ana with the same shit you’re trying to punk me on. Have you not realized that it just doesn’t work? What you’re saying isn’t true? The pressure isn’t on Cosmo Cooper, you’re one loss away from irrelevancy and hell, you might be already there man. You can just be passed around from Gen Now member to Gen Now member, one has already made you look like a buffoon. This week it’s my turn, next can be Trevor’s turn. Maybe Bry can juggle you on his feet for a bit before making the pin.”
“Look man, I’m just glad I’m like, getting in on the ground floor here before your stock goes dooown. Don’t get me wrong. Like, I don’t think losing to me is such a big deal, Dom. I don’t think Gen Now will think so either. Guys like you are supposed to lose to guys like me. But I’ll be happy to defeat you when you were a champion just two weeks ago. You’re like…Here, let’s put it into terms that people would understand. You’re like the Red Ranger in the first few seasons of Power Rangers. Yeah, Jason was cool, man. Jason was the leader, he was on top of the world, much like you were here in AWE. Butttttt, then the Green Ranger and eventually the White Ranger came along.”
“Nobody really wanted to be the Red Ranger anymore because the White Ranger was the coolest. You’ve had your Red Ranger as the leader moment, but now? Now you get to step aside to let someone, uh, a little bit better than you do the job. Just be thankful you got your run in before AWE set me loose on this roster, Dom. If I had been here from the get-go? There would be no Dom DiBona. It would be Cosmo Cooper with the belt around his waist. Look at Aron Pace. Do you really think you have what it takes to get back to him? No. You’ve failed, you had your run. Enjoy it, lick your wounds and leave…”
“You were probably like everyone else, Dom. You like, probably thought I was just another fresh face passing through because it was the hot thing to do. Just like everyone else, you rolled your eyes at Gen Now. You didn’t think we would last longer than a week but yet you found yourself beaten by Ana Hayden, and she’s warned you guys the entire time. She’s warned this roster that they’re too week. She warned you guys that you’re like, way too soft. Ana told you, yet nobody would listen. You just kept floating on, and now you’re trapped in the current and you sure as fuck aren’t going to fight against it.”
“I grew up on the beach, time and time again I heard the whistles, I saw the like, the…Uh…Yeah, the lifeguard. I saw them try to usher people just like you back towards land so they didn’t get swept up. That’s the thing about a current, you think because you’re just so big and strong that you can stand upright and fight it, but then you feel the sand slipping beneath your feet. That was your loss to Ana. Then you suddenly your head is below water…That was your loss to Pace. Then?”
“The more you fight, the more you swim, the weaker you get and then the sea takes you forever. I am the sea, I am your end and when it is all said and done…You’ll be mad when the dust settles, but in years past you’ll thank me…Thank me for making you better, thank me for actually giving you some competition, thank me because maybe after this match you won’t be all OH GEE GOLLY CAN’T WAIT FOR MY NEXT MATCH. Maybe you’ll realize this isn’t just fun and games and you aren’t any different from the rest of us…Only the strong survive, and strong doesn’t mean how many muscles you have.”
“On the bright side when you’re done with all of this at some fucking convention for has-beens, when people ask you about the time you wrestled Cosmo Cooper. You’ll have a pretty cool story about how I beat your ass and left you laying. The best thing to do when you’re caught up in a current? Let it take you out to sea. Let this be your, like, lesson. There’s the exit, stop embarrassing yourself and this business…Sea your way out…”
Cosmo winked.
+++
South Dakota had been another long town for Cosmo Cooper and Trevor Miller to make, but they had gotten to the building as early as needed to help the ring crew with the set up of The Denny Sanford Premier Center in Sioux Falls. Cosmo had sworn that this was the only city in South Dakota and he wasn’t entirely convinced that anyone else lived in the city, but Trevor had convinced him otherwise.
“When are we going after those tag titles?” Trevor asked Cosmo, both of them had sunglasses on as they pulled the rental up behind the U-Haul which had all of the ring gear in it. Many familiar faces along with a few backstage folks were unloading the truck already when Cosmo and Trevor pulled up with Trev driving. “You know that’s what we came for, right?”
“Dude, soon. I swear.” Cosmo said as his barefoot landed on the cold pavement of the parking lot. The duo had went from steaming temps in California to cooler temperatures in South Dakota, plus Cooper was one of those types who if it weren’t 89 degrees he thought it was cold. Along with his John Lennon lenses he had on a backwards hat with a hooded sweatshirt on and a pair of shorts. The flip-flops he wore stayed in the floorboard when he got out. “Do you know fun it is punching guys like Ronnie and chicks like Kayla in the face? I can’t get that with the zombies.”
Trevor and Cosmo went straight to work as they walked over, leaving their gear in the car as they both grabbed a large box of ring gear, despite being strong, Cosmo grabbed one end of the box wrong and it nearly slipped from his hands. Trevor picked up the slack.
“Dude, come on.” Trevor scolded him as Cosmo had a rather uncomfortable smile on his face, he wasn't used to being…Bad at anything. Everything had always lined up perfectly for Cosmo his entire life, being in a situation where someone was out-doing him in something made him squirm. “Go left…Left….LEFT!”
With a crash, as Cosmo was goofing off, he had stumbled into another box, and then that box knocked over another cart and like a domino effect, the ring posts went spilling off of the top of another cart and then crashed onto the ground. Cosmo looked like a child who had just split milk with his mother staring right at him.
“Shit, my bad Trev…My hands just kinda slipped!” Even though Cosmo was laughing, the rest of the crew looked extremely annoyed that this labrador had ran in and knocked their things over. Looking around realizing the crowd was pretty pissed at him, he rubbed the back of his head.
“Dude, go sit down,” one of the ring crew said to him, annoyed as Cosmo opened his mouth to argue but Trevor shook his head. “I hope you’re not this clumsy when you wrestle, Dom may wreck your ass…Let us handle it.” And he went back to try to clean up Cosmo’s mess.
Defeated, Cosmo tried to make it okay by stopping at the top of the small ramp leading up into the back door of the arena to snap a picture. Promptly he sent it out on Snapchat with some witty caption and put it on his story, then he walked inside and pulled up a chair, sitting down, waiting for the crew to get done moving all of the gear inside.
When Cosmo tried to go help once all the gear was inside, they promptly waved him off again, Trevor who probably knew Cosmo better than anyone walked over with a bottle of water in his hand. Trevor was a perfect contrast to Cosmo. The cold didn’t bother him, in the 50 degree weather he wasn’t dressed like Cosmo, he had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Cosmo envied him.
With Cosmo looking down at the floor between his bare feet, Trevor sat down beside him in a folding chair and slapped his back.
“Dude, don’t sweat it. It’s just some ring gear. These guys just have a system and when you mess it up, they get a little pissy,” Trevor said as he nodded over to the ring guys who were all a bit scrawny, but they were a lot better than Cosmo was at setting up the ring gear, it hurt his ego.
“Nah man, it’s good. Just…I don't know. I’m not used to being the screw up, you know?” Cosmo said as he rubbed the back of his head again and turned his Power Rangers hat from being backwards back forwards as he removed the sunglasses he had on and placed them on his hat. “Ha…Maybe I need a little more help than I think, right?”
Truth is? Winning felt good, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to team with Trevor…It was just he felt like he could win a singles belt in AWE, and that felt a little better than winning the tag titles. Cosmo cared about Trev and vice-versa. Maybe…Just maybe, Cosmo wasn’t giving his best friend the credit he deserved.
Trevor slapped his back again.
“I’m here for ya’ bud. No matter what. Even if you are a massive screw up. Come on, I’ll show you how to screw in the posts so at least you can be a little useful for next time.”
Smiling, Cosmo watched Trevor walked away before he pushed his way up and followed him over to the area where they were sitting up the ring.
Sure, he was bad at setting up the ring, but that wrestling thing? He had that down pretty good.
“Yooo, really? Dom going to say that like, I say what everyone else says? If I had the time I could go to every wrestling promo on the planet, dude and show you that when someone is shook? They say the sameeeee thing, yo. They say, is that all you got? Oh, I expected more. Oh, you say everything else does. But I am not here to piss with you about who is more original, that shit is for losers, uh, and plus I doubt you can piss clean anyway. That’s for AWE to decide.”
“You act like people are really going to come out and say, hey man, you know what? You got me! That was a really good promo and you burned me! Do you really think that ever happens? Is this just part of your, like…Uh…Leave it to Beaver attitude towards wrestling? Look, man. Maybe you should take your own advice and you wouldn’t lose so much. Chin up, buttercup. You’ll get paired against someone at the bottom of the barrel and scrape up a few wins. With your attitude? King stay King. I don’t even know how you were like, champion. Somehow that only gives you a strand of respect, no offense, uh, I guess. But wish you would have stayed champ, because I know that would have given me a better chance to win it.”
“It’s called ALPHA Wrestling Entertainment, Dom. ALPHA…Not Beta. You don’t belong here, you can go fight on the like, other division. You tried to punk Ana with the same shit you’re trying to punk me on. Have you not realized that it just doesn’t work? What you’re saying isn’t true? The pressure isn’t on Cosmo Cooper, you’re one loss away from irrelevancy and hell, you might be already there man. You can just be passed around from Gen Now member to Gen Now member, one has already made you look like a buffoon. This week it’s my turn, next can be Trevor’s turn. Maybe Bry can juggle you on his feet for a bit before making the pin.”
“Look man, I’m just glad I’m like, getting in on the ground floor here before your stock goes dooown. Don’t get me wrong. Like, I don’t think losing to me is such a big deal, Dom. I don’t think Gen Now will think so either. Guys like you are supposed to lose to guys like me. But I’ll be happy to defeat you when you were a champion just two weeks ago. You’re like…Here, let’s put it into terms that people would understand. You’re like the Red Ranger in the first few seasons of Power Rangers. Yeah, Jason was cool, man. Jason was the leader, he was on top of the world, much like you were here in AWE. Butttttt, then the Green Ranger and eventually the White Ranger came along.”
“Nobody really wanted to be the Red Ranger anymore because the White Ranger was the coolest. You’ve had your Red Ranger as the leader moment, but now? Now you get to step aside to let someone, uh, a little bit better than you do the job. Just be thankful you got your run in before AWE set me loose on this roster, Dom. If I had been here from the get-go? There would be no Dom DiBona. It would be Cosmo Cooper with the belt around his waist. Look at Aron Pace. Do you really think you have what it takes to get back to him? No. You’ve failed, you had your run. Enjoy it, lick your wounds and leave…”
“You were probably like everyone else, Dom. You like, probably thought I was just another fresh face passing through because it was the hot thing to do. Just like everyone else, you rolled your eyes at Gen Now. You didn’t think we would last longer than a week but yet you found yourself beaten by Ana Hayden, and she’s warned you guys the entire time. She’s warned this roster that they’re too week. She warned you guys that you’re like, way too soft. Ana told you, yet nobody would listen. You just kept floating on, and now you’re trapped in the current and you sure as fuck aren’t going to fight against it.”
“I grew up on the beach, time and time again I heard the whistles, I saw the like, the…Uh…Yeah, the lifeguard. I saw them try to usher people just like you back towards land so they didn’t get swept up. That’s the thing about a current, you think because you’re just so big and strong that you can stand upright and fight it, but then you feel the sand slipping beneath your feet. That was your loss to Ana. Then you suddenly your head is below water…That was your loss to Pace. Then?”
“The more you fight, the more you swim, the weaker you get and then the sea takes you forever. I am the sea, I am your end and when it is all said and done…You’ll be mad when the dust settles, but in years past you’ll thank me…Thank me for making you better, thank me for actually giving you some competition, thank me because maybe after this match you won’t be all OH GEE GOLLY CAN’T WAIT FOR MY NEXT MATCH. Maybe you’ll realize this isn’t just fun and games and you aren’t any different from the rest of us…Only the strong survive, and strong doesn’t mean how many muscles you have.”
“On the bright side when you’re done with all of this at some fucking convention for has-beens, when people ask you about the time you wrestled Cosmo Cooper. You’ll have a pretty cool story about how I beat your ass and left you laying. The best thing to do when you’re caught up in a current? Let it take you out to sea. Let this be your, like, lesson. There’s the exit, stop embarrassing yourself and this business…Sea your way out…”
Cosmo winked.
+++
South Dakota had been another long town for Cosmo Cooper and Trevor Miller to make, but they had gotten to the building as early as needed to help the ring crew with the set up of The Denny Sanford Premier Center in Sioux Falls. Cosmo had sworn that this was the only city in South Dakota and he wasn’t entirely convinced that anyone else lived in the city, but Trevor had convinced him otherwise.
“When are we going after those tag titles?” Trevor asked Cosmo, both of them had sunglasses on as they pulled the rental up behind the U-Haul which had all of the ring gear in it. Many familiar faces along with a few backstage folks were unloading the truck already when Cosmo and Trevor pulled up with Trev driving. “You know that’s what we came for, right?”
“Dude, soon. I swear.” Cosmo said as his barefoot landed on the cold pavement of the parking lot. The duo had went from steaming temps in California to cooler temperatures in South Dakota, plus Cooper was one of those types who if it weren’t 89 degrees he thought it was cold. Along with his John Lennon lenses he had on a backwards hat with a hooded sweatshirt on and a pair of shorts. The flip-flops he wore stayed in the floorboard when he got out. “Do you know fun it is punching guys like Ronnie and chicks like Kayla in the face? I can’t get that with the zombies.”
Trevor and Cosmo went straight to work as they walked over, leaving their gear in the car as they both grabbed a large box of ring gear, despite being strong, Cosmo grabbed one end of the box wrong and it nearly slipped from his hands. Trevor picked up the slack.
“Dude, come on.” Trevor scolded him as Cosmo had a rather uncomfortable smile on his face, he wasn't used to being…Bad at anything. Everything had always lined up perfectly for Cosmo his entire life, being in a situation where someone was out-doing him in something made him squirm. “Go left…Left….LEFT!”
With a crash, as Cosmo was goofing off, he had stumbled into another box, and then that box knocked over another cart and like a domino effect, the ring posts went spilling off of the top of another cart and then crashed onto the ground. Cosmo looked like a child who had just split milk with his mother staring right at him.
“Shit, my bad Trev…My hands just kinda slipped!” Even though Cosmo was laughing, the rest of the crew looked extremely annoyed that this labrador had ran in and knocked their things over. Looking around realizing the crowd was pretty pissed at him, he rubbed the back of his head.
“Dude, go sit down,” one of the ring crew said to him, annoyed as Cosmo opened his mouth to argue but Trevor shook his head. “I hope you’re not this clumsy when you wrestle, Dom may wreck your ass…Let us handle it.” And he went back to try to clean up Cosmo’s mess.
Defeated, Cosmo tried to make it okay by stopping at the top of the small ramp leading up into the back door of the arena to snap a picture. Promptly he sent it out on Snapchat with some witty caption and put it on his story, then he walked inside and pulled up a chair, sitting down, waiting for the crew to get done moving all of the gear inside.
When Cosmo tried to go help once all the gear was inside, they promptly waved him off again, Trevor who probably knew Cosmo better than anyone walked over with a bottle of water in his hand. Trevor was a perfect contrast to Cosmo. The cold didn’t bother him, in the 50 degree weather he wasn’t dressed like Cosmo, he had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Cosmo envied him.
With Cosmo looking down at the floor between his bare feet, Trevor sat down beside him in a folding chair and slapped his back.
“Dude, don’t sweat it. It’s just some ring gear. These guys just have a system and when you mess it up, they get a little pissy,” Trevor said as he nodded over to the ring guys who were all a bit scrawny, but they were a lot better than Cosmo was at setting up the ring gear, it hurt his ego.
“Nah man, it’s good. Just…I don't know. I’m not used to being the screw up, you know?” Cosmo said as he rubbed the back of his head again and turned his Power Rangers hat from being backwards back forwards as he removed the sunglasses he had on and placed them on his hat. “Ha…Maybe I need a little more help than I think, right?”
Truth is? Winning felt good, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to team with Trevor…It was just he felt like he could win a singles belt in AWE, and that felt a little better than winning the tag titles. Cosmo cared about Trev and vice-versa. Maybe…Just maybe, Cosmo wasn’t giving his best friend the credit he deserved.
Trevor slapped his back again.
“I’m here for ya’ bud. No matter what. Even if you are a massive screw up. Come on, I’ll show you how to screw in the posts so at least you can be a little useful for next time.”
Smiling, Cosmo watched Trevor walked away before he pushed his way up and followed him over to the area where they were sitting up the ring.
Sure, he was bad at setting up the ring, but that wrestling thing? He had that down pretty good.