Post by Kendrick Kross on Feb 1, 2018 22:13:14 GMT
Downtown Chelsea
Sitting outside Bluebird Diner in Chelsea I have my phone set in front of me, the stand that is built into the case is propping it up. Pressing keys on the phone, I look up reviews of my last match against Gray. A smile sneaks onto my face as I approve of all of the good reviews of the match and my undefeated start in New Blood Wrestling. As I’m going to close out the browser on my phone to lock it I get a call from Jess and a smile comes across my face once again.
“Hey Jess!”
“Hey K! I’ve been watching, you’re 2-0!”
“I know, I’m not letting that go to my head though, Jess. Once I do that I’ll start losing and that’s the last thing I need especially if I want to get into that title hunt.”
“I have faith in you, K. You got this, especially against this masked freak. He’s creepy.”
“Yeah, well they do allow his kind in New Blood. So what can I do except beat him.”
“You better! I’ll kick your British ass myself if you don’t K.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever dear. You hear from anyone important?”
“I will and you know it, K. I beat your ass when we were dating!”
“Whatever haha, I gotta go though. I’ve got to get rid of this creep real quick.”
“Alright dear. I’ll see you later.”
I hit the end button on my phone and lock it followed by clicking the stand back into the case. I set the phone face down on the diner table and take a breath. A smirk replacing the smile.
“I’ve done everything I’ve said for my first two weeks here. Gray couldn’t beat me. I told him I would wear him out and lay him on his back, and I did. I’ve worked my ass off to get into the wrestling business and all of this hard work has finally paid off. I won my first two matches. I’ve promised I was going to do something. I did it. I told Gray twice that he’d be on his back, he was. I wore him out it’s not hard to wear someone out should you, as they said in Dodgeball, remember the five D’s. Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive and Dodge.”
I let out a chuckle with a smile crossing my face. I cross my legs and arms. My feet are planted firmly on the concrete that the black Vista stainless steel chair I am leaning back in and it’s matching table are setting on.
“I got a match this week against some masked guy with a backwards name. Max Masked. Haven’t heard of this guy. Claims he’s from Harlem and that he fought for everything he has. What exactly does he have though? I haven’t heard of him and plus he looks like a damn superhero. My goals are titles in this company, and at the moment Max stands in my way. Bull and FarCry are my targets. Should I have to rip the damn mask off and cut Maxs face until he bleeds and isn’t recognizable I’ll do that. Max is just another obstacle for me, just one more stepping stone. I’ll put my foot in his ass and step over him to get to my next obstacle without hesitation. I’ll have no remorse for it either.”
“I’ve been through tougher matches. I’ve been through longer, more extreme, no holds barred matches. So the past two weeks matches against Gray Zee may have been against a bigger guy, but they weren’t exactly difficult. They’ve been warm up matches and easy ones at that. So what makes Max think he can take out me? He comes in here to New Blood yelling that he’s gonna beat peoples asses, that he has beat peoples asses everywhere he has went. To be honest, I wonder how someone that looks like a superhero is running around beating peoples asses.”
I tap my fingers slowly starting from my right handed pinky. I pull out chapstick from my left jeans pocket and screw off the cap with the same hand. Running the chapstick over my lips I rub them together, helping to spread it out a little more.
“How many times has someone used those lines? How many times in the wrestling business said I’m going to come in and beat your ass and beat everyones asses. I’ve heard it before, Max. It’s nothing new, it’s nothing that I haven’t shoved back into MMA, Bareknuckles, and Wrestlers mouths before. You’re going to get the same treatment, Max. You want to talk shit, you better be able to back it up man.”
I lick my lips and clasp my hands together. I take my eyes off the camera to the left of me and turn to the camera that is placed in front of me. Smiling at the camera, letting thoughts run through my head I keep my hands clasped. I let my wrists hang off of the table, the edge of them barely touching the corner of it.
“I’d like to know how you got that attitude, Max. You’re cocky, overconfident. Seems that a lot of people are these days, especially ones that either have managers like Gray Zee, or have to hide their face, like yourself. I’ve never understood the point of a mask or whole body suits like the one you wear. I mean, I get women doing it. Men though? I’ve never understood it. Is there something that you have to hide under that bodysuit and mask? It’s cool if you do, just don’t be ashamed of it. Embrace your inner and outer self, or at least that’s what they say, right? Why don’t you try it?”
Licking my dry lips once more, I stand up to stretch my legs and rest my hands on the back of the Vista chair. Focusing on the camera still straight ahead of me, I think about the words that will come out of my mouth next. A smirk sneaks quickly onto my lips.
“I do have to wonder, if you’re from Harlem and claim you’re hard and everything. Why do you have to cover yourself up? Anyone from Harlem shouldn’t have to hide themselves. It makes me wonder. Are you really from Harlem? Or is it that you can’t show your face in Harlem because even though you may be from there, you aren’t exactly as hard as you claim. You’re probably as soft as a babies bottom aren’t you Max? Anyone can act like they’re hard. Everyone can talk like they’re a big bad guy but if you don’t show your face why should anyone of us believe it?”
Leaning over the chair, I pick my phone up and listen to Max’s promo again, laughing harder than the first time almost letting a tear fall from eyes. A big smile comes across my face as I take a deep breath and try to get a serious look again.
“Dude, could you get a dictionary? What the hell is wit? Isn’t that smarts? I mean, I’ve heard it used in a battle of wits but nothing else. So I’ve got to wonder what it is? I’d also like to know what kind of girls those are? Calling some girls tricks isn’t exactly the politest thing to do. Makes me wonder if you actually have self respect, or respect for anyone in general. It doesn’t exactly seem like it, it makes me sorry for you. Everyone should have respect of others and self.”
I stop talking just long enough to take a breath and think about everything else I can say.
“I’ve got another question for you, Max. What gives you the slightest idea that you can make me submit. That’s the correct word by the way Max. Look at what I did for a living before this. Bareknuckle fighter and I was in MMA. If I went undefeated in those what makes you think you can harm me? Your so called finisher that you say you’re gonna make me quit with, I’ve been hit harder in the face with a punch than what that finisher will do to me. So let’s get back to reality here shall we? You’re a wannabe superhero. You want to make yourself look bad, and sound bad. Even gave yourself the lamest nickname I’ve heard. The baddest ass. I’m sorry Max, but that nickname just doesn’t work for you.”
I close my eyes and proceed to take another deep breath. I attempt to calm myself as my face starts to turn red and my expression went from a smile to a straight pissed off look.
“I dare you to speak about Jess in front of my face. I dare you to say something about her in front of me. Better yet, I dare you to say it in front of HER face. She’ll be here eventually and whenever she gets here in the NBW it won’t be a good day for you, Max. You may have all those tricks as your disrespectful self calls them, but you have never dealt with anything compared to her. You definitely haven’t dealt with someone like me when I hear someone talk about her either. You want to say something to my face? I swear, I dare you to! If you’re man enough that is, Max. And Max. You better never, ever call me a racist bigot again either. It’ll be the last thing you do.”
I take a deep breath, my face still red with the same expression on it. I slowly start to calm myself down, though it isn’t happening as fast as I’d like it.
“I swear, I don’t care what it takes. I’m going to hurt you this week, Max. I’m going to make you bleed. You want to call me a racist? Go right ahead. My two best friends are black, so hey. Call me what you’d like, say my name means KKK all you like, but know this. Monday, when we get in that ring. I’ll show you why they call it Bloody Monday. I’ll rip that little wannabe superhero mask off your face and slowly rip your face apart, bit by bit. By the time we’re done Max, you’ll be covered in blood by the hands of me. That’s not a threat either. That’s a damn promise.”
I take a deep breath phone in hand, I walk away shoving both cameras off of their tripods. As soon as they hit the ground the scene goes to white fuzz then black.
Sitting outside Bluebird Diner in Chelsea I have my phone set in front of me, the stand that is built into the case is propping it up. Pressing keys on the phone, I look up reviews of my last match against Gray. A smile sneaks onto my face as I approve of all of the good reviews of the match and my undefeated start in New Blood Wrestling. As I’m going to close out the browser on my phone to lock it I get a call from Jess and a smile comes across my face once again.
“Hey Jess!”
“Hey K! I’ve been watching, you’re 2-0!”
“I know, I’m not letting that go to my head though, Jess. Once I do that I’ll start losing and that’s the last thing I need especially if I want to get into that title hunt.”
“I have faith in you, K. You got this, especially against this masked freak. He’s creepy.”
“Yeah, well they do allow his kind in New Blood. So what can I do except beat him.”
“You better! I’ll kick your British ass myself if you don’t K.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever dear. You hear from anyone important?”
“I will and you know it, K. I beat your ass when we were dating!”
“Whatever haha, I gotta go though. I’ve got to get rid of this creep real quick.”
“Alright dear. I’ll see you later.”
I hit the end button on my phone and lock it followed by clicking the stand back into the case. I set the phone face down on the diner table and take a breath. A smirk replacing the smile.
“I’ve done everything I’ve said for my first two weeks here. Gray couldn’t beat me. I told him I would wear him out and lay him on his back, and I did. I’ve worked my ass off to get into the wrestling business and all of this hard work has finally paid off. I won my first two matches. I’ve promised I was going to do something. I did it. I told Gray twice that he’d be on his back, he was. I wore him out it’s not hard to wear someone out should you, as they said in Dodgeball, remember the five D’s. Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive and Dodge.”
I let out a chuckle with a smile crossing my face. I cross my legs and arms. My feet are planted firmly on the concrete that the black Vista stainless steel chair I am leaning back in and it’s matching table are setting on.
“I got a match this week against some masked guy with a backwards name. Max Masked. Haven’t heard of this guy. Claims he’s from Harlem and that he fought for everything he has. What exactly does he have though? I haven’t heard of him and plus he looks like a damn superhero. My goals are titles in this company, and at the moment Max stands in my way. Bull and FarCry are my targets. Should I have to rip the damn mask off and cut Maxs face until he bleeds and isn’t recognizable I’ll do that. Max is just another obstacle for me, just one more stepping stone. I’ll put my foot in his ass and step over him to get to my next obstacle without hesitation. I’ll have no remorse for it either.”
“I’ve been through tougher matches. I’ve been through longer, more extreme, no holds barred matches. So the past two weeks matches against Gray Zee may have been against a bigger guy, but they weren’t exactly difficult. They’ve been warm up matches and easy ones at that. So what makes Max think he can take out me? He comes in here to New Blood yelling that he’s gonna beat peoples asses, that he has beat peoples asses everywhere he has went. To be honest, I wonder how someone that looks like a superhero is running around beating peoples asses.”
I tap my fingers slowly starting from my right handed pinky. I pull out chapstick from my left jeans pocket and screw off the cap with the same hand. Running the chapstick over my lips I rub them together, helping to spread it out a little more.
“How many times has someone used those lines? How many times in the wrestling business said I’m going to come in and beat your ass and beat everyones asses. I’ve heard it before, Max. It’s nothing new, it’s nothing that I haven’t shoved back into MMA, Bareknuckles, and Wrestlers mouths before. You’re going to get the same treatment, Max. You want to talk shit, you better be able to back it up man.”
I lick my lips and clasp my hands together. I take my eyes off the camera to the left of me and turn to the camera that is placed in front of me. Smiling at the camera, letting thoughts run through my head I keep my hands clasped. I let my wrists hang off of the table, the edge of them barely touching the corner of it.
“I’d like to know how you got that attitude, Max. You’re cocky, overconfident. Seems that a lot of people are these days, especially ones that either have managers like Gray Zee, or have to hide their face, like yourself. I’ve never understood the point of a mask or whole body suits like the one you wear. I mean, I get women doing it. Men though? I’ve never understood it. Is there something that you have to hide under that bodysuit and mask? It’s cool if you do, just don’t be ashamed of it. Embrace your inner and outer self, or at least that’s what they say, right? Why don’t you try it?”
Licking my dry lips once more, I stand up to stretch my legs and rest my hands on the back of the Vista chair. Focusing on the camera still straight ahead of me, I think about the words that will come out of my mouth next. A smirk sneaks quickly onto my lips.
“I do have to wonder, if you’re from Harlem and claim you’re hard and everything. Why do you have to cover yourself up? Anyone from Harlem shouldn’t have to hide themselves. It makes me wonder. Are you really from Harlem? Or is it that you can’t show your face in Harlem because even though you may be from there, you aren’t exactly as hard as you claim. You’re probably as soft as a babies bottom aren’t you Max? Anyone can act like they’re hard. Everyone can talk like they’re a big bad guy but if you don’t show your face why should anyone of us believe it?”
Leaning over the chair, I pick my phone up and listen to Max’s promo again, laughing harder than the first time almost letting a tear fall from eyes. A big smile comes across my face as I take a deep breath and try to get a serious look again.
“Dude, could you get a dictionary? What the hell is wit? Isn’t that smarts? I mean, I’ve heard it used in a battle of wits but nothing else. So I’ve got to wonder what it is? I’d also like to know what kind of girls those are? Calling some girls tricks isn’t exactly the politest thing to do. Makes me wonder if you actually have self respect, or respect for anyone in general. It doesn’t exactly seem like it, it makes me sorry for you. Everyone should have respect of others and self.”
I stop talking just long enough to take a breath and think about everything else I can say.
“I’ve got another question for you, Max. What gives you the slightest idea that you can make me submit. That’s the correct word by the way Max. Look at what I did for a living before this. Bareknuckle fighter and I was in MMA. If I went undefeated in those what makes you think you can harm me? Your so called finisher that you say you’re gonna make me quit with, I’ve been hit harder in the face with a punch than what that finisher will do to me. So let’s get back to reality here shall we? You’re a wannabe superhero. You want to make yourself look bad, and sound bad. Even gave yourself the lamest nickname I’ve heard. The baddest ass. I’m sorry Max, but that nickname just doesn’t work for you.”
I close my eyes and proceed to take another deep breath. I attempt to calm myself as my face starts to turn red and my expression went from a smile to a straight pissed off look.
“I dare you to speak about Jess in front of my face. I dare you to say something about her in front of me. Better yet, I dare you to say it in front of HER face. She’ll be here eventually and whenever she gets here in the NBW it won’t be a good day for you, Max. You may have all those tricks as your disrespectful self calls them, but you have never dealt with anything compared to her. You definitely haven’t dealt with someone like me when I hear someone talk about her either. You want to say something to my face? I swear, I dare you to! If you’re man enough that is, Max. And Max. You better never, ever call me a racist bigot again either. It’ll be the last thing you do.”
I take a deep breath, my face still red with the same expression on it. I slowly start to calm myself down, though it isn’t happening as fast as I’d like it.
“I swear, I don’t care what it takes. I’m going to hurt you this week, Max. I’m going to make you bleed. You want to call me a racist? Go right ahead. My two best friends are black, so hey. Call me what you’d like, say my name means KKK all you like, but know this. Monday, when we get in that ring. I’ll show you why they call it Bloody Monday. I’ll rip that little wannabe superhero mask off your face and slowly rip your face apart, bit by bit. By the time we’re done Max, you’ll be covered in blood by the hands of me. That’s not a threat either. That’s a damn promise.”
I take a deep breath phone in hand, I walk away shoving both cameras off of their tripods. As soon as they hit the ground the scene goes to white fuzz then black.