Post by stoopidstu on Sept 7, 2012 19:56:04 GMT -6
Two matches down, one loss and one ‘victory’. One more night to go in this low rent promotion before he’s free from his obligations. Deep down, he can’t wait for it to come to an end because it hasn’t exactly been a great deal of fun for him. Out of shape after spending far too long away from the business, he must have been out of his mind to think he could even be a shadow of his former self.
Behind the jokes and the arrogance there’s still a pride there. Pride in his matches, his titles won and lost, but most of all pride in his work ethic. When someone takes a moment to really analyse themselves to find that they can’t compete at the 110% they used to, that moment of clarity makes them wonder just what the point is in trying.
Though The UK Crew have apparently returned, the three men that have showed up to be representing that old faction just aren’t what they used to be anymore. There’s been a distance between them through the years, that’s not been a problem, but it hurts when you feel yourself drifting apart from your friends.
Sure, we’ve all got Facebook accounts and each other’s phone numbers but how often are those used to communicate?
Not nearly enough.
It used to be every weekend, the usual ‘town for a pint?’ question that was pretty much answered every time with a ‘yes’ but doing that these days is too difficult when some people have family commitments and others live hundreds of miles away.
It’s all part of the process of moving through life I guess, people grow and people evolve.
What’s going on in Odyssey Wrestling with this version of ‘The UK Crew’ just doesn’t really feel the same right now, it doesn’t feel like we’re in the same book let alone on the same page. It’s just missing something, all I can think of is that this would have been so different if it had been the true UK Crew.
Lee F’N Todd, Stu-E Price, Tumbler and Plague.
Those four names together spike any pay-per-view buy rate and those four names make the party start just by walking through the doors.
Actually, as I’m blogging this, maybe that’s my point in competing in Odyssey Wrestling? Just maybe I agreed to sign up only because the other guys had signed up for it first. I mean, those crazy bastards might not know it, because fuck, I damn sure never let them know this but I miss being there in Darlington, England.
I hate visiting twice a year for a few days to just hear a quick round up of what’s been going on the last six months. I miss just going round their houses and hanging out like we used to do years ago, I miss making a seven second phone call and being in a pub with them fifteen minutes later. I miss sitting in doorways at three in the morning in the pissing rain trying to eat a sixteen inch Bolognese pizza before heading home.
I miss my friends, the friends that I’d give my life for in a heartbeat; so with all that being said, maybe, just maybe, I’ll start appreciating Odyssey Wrestling a little bit more because we rag tag bunch of misfits and juvenile degenerates don’t get much chance to just hang out anymore.
Maybe it’s time for one last party.....
The words and letters are gently flickering on the screen as a cursor hovers over them, a click is heard off camera before the text becomes highlighted with a blue background. A few moments pass before the sound of a key being pressed on a keyboard is heard, the text now erased from screen and deleted.
As the view begins to zoom out a sigh is heard, probably from the one doing the typing and deleting. We are located in an average size room yet all there really is within is a large, light wooden computer desk carrying the desktop computer you’ve just been looking at. The walls are painted a deep red though the light shining in to the room illuminates the colour.
Sitting in a high backed black leather chair, turning to face the camera is ‘England’s Favourite Wrestler’ Stu-E Price. Dressed casually in a pair of denim jeans and white ‘TapOut’ shirt gone is the cheeky little smile, replaced with almost a frown. The kind of look on his face that screams out that he just might be serious, or just really hung over.
“I’m sure some of you saw on my twitter feed that I was happy that this would be my last show for Odyssey Wrestling, well I’d like to take that back at this moment in time.”
He pauses for a few seconds, leaning a little more forward.
“When I got the contract offer and met the guys at the headquarters I viewed it as nothing more than a pay day because I’m pretty much retired from this amazing sport. But times... they’re changing all around me.
This morning, for the first time since I was a rookie in this business I got the tapes of my last two matches and sat and watched them. I’m not going to deny it, what I saw was actually pretty fucking embarrassing. Allowing myself to step in to the ring against a guy like Damage without collecting the victory and the winners pay check was simply unforgivable for a veteran like myself.
Even five years ago I would have left the ring with a big old smile on my face while Damage would have been laying on that mat wondering if he’d picked the right career.
And then the tag team match, even though the column reads a ‘win’ and the rate of pay on my bank statement is better, wasn’t the sort of performance my fans are used to be watching.”
Stu-E stands up from his chair and steps away from the computer desk. The wall he paces past is lined with various wrestling title belts from companies long gone and forgotten.
“Take a look at the gold hanging from these walls, these are the fruits of my labour, these are the landmarks of my legacy. I didn’t collect these by being the guy you’ve seen in Odyssey Wrestling, that’s for damn sure.
I heard what Kilgore said about Tumbler, how he’d never heard of the guy and well, I’m not surprised. The more I think about it there’s no point in Tumbler, Plague or myself just expecting everybody out there to know everything about us.
The point should be that we arrive here as so-called legends and leave as certified legends. Winning a wrestling match isn’t enough in 2012, we have to be better than everybody in this promotion in every way possible.”
Again he lets out a sigh as he walks to a corner of the room, glancing at pictures of himself in various stages of his career.
“I feel a little bit sorry for Vigilante if I’m totally honest, now I’ve realized a few things. He’s got to step in to the ring with the guy he knows very little about, the only experience he’s had has been watching him lose to an inferior opponent and collect a win in one of the weakest ways possible.
What he’s actually getting is someone who feels like he has everything to prove and even more to lose which is a hell of a combination. Because for me after this pay-per-view I can’t just go home peacefully knowing that I’ve tarnished my name and my career.
The veteran I’ve grown to be is the type of veteran who needs to know that the fans who have just watched him wrestle go home thinking ‘he’s still got it’. It’s ok for Plague and it’s ok for Tumbler to fool around because they’re younger than me, if they wanted they could just carry on the way they did back in the day, but that point for me is long gone. I don’t know how many matches I have left....”
He looks down at the floor for a brief moment, just relaying that last sentence back in his head before leaving it unfinished.
“Vigilante, you should feel lucky to be in the position you’re in right now. Take a look around, look at that Tag Team Championship around your waist and your merchandise sales. For you all that carries on after the pay-per-view, you go back to your career knowing that it doesn’t matter what happens.
If you manage to defeat a motivated Stu-E Price then good for you, you’ve defeated a so-called legend. And if you somehow lose, you’ll know that it took every ounce of your opponent to be able to do that and you’ll still look like a million bucks in the process.”
The changed and reflective Stu-E heads over to the door and places his hand on the handle and pulls the door open before glancing at the title belts on the walls. He turns his head from side to side, shuts the door and turns back to the camera.
“I almost forgot that this match I have with Vigilante is a qualifying match for the main event, a battle royal for the vacant Heavyweight Championship. I don’t know if you noticed those title belts hanging on the wall there, not one World Title is there. There’s every other title hanging there besides one of those. That’s right, this so-called legend has never won the big one.
For most people that would serve as extra motivation, to go out on possibly his last night in the business and finally collect the one title that’s alluded him all these years.
But not me.
I’ve never been someone who needed the big one, I’ve carved my name in to history without it and I’m more than happy to retire without it. I’ve seen what it does to people first hand, it can change the best of men in to the worst of animals. So if I am fortunate enough to find myself in the squared circle in a Heavyweight Championship match then all I want to do is just savour the moment.
I’m putting it on record that I do not want to win the Odyssey Wrestling Heavyweight Championship, there’s more people in the promotion who deserve it more than I do and even more of them that need the damn thing more than I do, athough... accidents do happen.”
This brings a smile to his face before a light laugh escapes him as he opens the door and exits the scene as the promo blurs out.
Behind the jokes and the arrogance there’s still a pride there. Pride in his matches, his titles won and lost, but most of all pride in his work ethic. When someone takes a moment to really analyse themselves to find that they can’t compete at the 110% they used to, that moment of clarity makes them wonder just what the point is in trying.
Though The UK Crew have apparently returned, the three men that have showed up to be representing that old faction just aren’t what they used to be anymore. There’s been a distance between them through the years, that’s not been a problem, but it hurts when you feel yourself drifting apart from your friends.
Sure, we’ve all got Facebook accounts and each other’s phone numbers but how often are those used to communicate?
Not nearly enough.
It used to be every weekend, the usual ‘town for a pint?’ question that was pretty much answered every time with a ‘yes’ but doing that these days is too difficult when some people have family commitments and others live hundreds of miles away.
It’s all part of the process of moving through life I guess, people grow and people evolve.
What’s going on in Odyssey Wrestling with this version of ‘The UK Crew’ just doesn’t really feel the same right now, it doesn’t feel like we’re in the same book let alone on the same page. It’s just missing something, all I can think of is that this would have been so different if it had been the true UK Crew.
Lee F’N Todd, Stu-E Price, Tumbler and Plague.
Those four names together spike any pay-per-view buy rate and those four names make the party start just by walking through the doors.
Actually, as I’m blogging this, maybe that’s my point in competing in Odyssey Wrestling? Just maybe I agreed to sign up only because the other guys had signed up for it first. I mean, those crazy bastards might not know it, because fuck, I damn sure never let them know this but I miss being there in Darlington, England.
I hate visiting twice a year for a few days to just hear a quick round up of what’s been going on the last six months. I miss just going round their houses and hanging out like we used to do years ago, I miss making a seven second phone call and being in a pub with them fifteen minutes later. I miss sitting in doorways at three in the morning in the pissing rain trying to eat a sixteen inch Bolognese pizza before heading home.
I miss my friends, the friends that I’d give my life for in a heartbeat; so with all that being said, maybe, just maybe, I’ll start appreciating Odyssey Wrestling a little bit more because we rag tag bunch of misfits and juvenile degenerates don’t get much chance to just hang out anymore.
Maybe it’s time for one last party.....
The words and letters are gently flickering on the screen as a cursor hovers over them, a click is heard off camera before the text becomes highlighted with a blue background. A few moments pass before the sound of a key being pressed on a keyboard is heard, the text now erased from screen and deleted.
As the view begins to zoom out a sigh is heard, probably from the one doing the typing and deleting. We are located in an average size room yet all there really is within is a large, light wooden computer desk carrying the desktop computer you’ve just been looking at. The walls are painted a deep red though the light shining in to the room illuminates the colour.
Sitting in a high backed black leather chair, turning to face the camera is ‘England’s Favourite Wrestler’ Stu-E Price. Dressed casually in a pair of denim jeans and white ‘TapOut’ shirt gone is the cheeky little smile, replaced with almost a frown. The kind of look on his face that screams out that he just might be serious, or just really hung over.
“I’m sure some of you saw on my twitter feed that I was happy that this would be my last show for Odyssey Wrestling, well I’d like to take that back at this moment in time.”
He pauses for a few seconds, leaning a little more forward.
“When I got the contract offer and met the guys at the headquarters I viewed it as nothing more than a pay day because I’m pretty much retired from this amazing sport. But times... they’re changing all around me.
This morning, for the first time since I was a rookie in this business I got the tapes of my last two matches and sat and watched them. I’m not going to deny it, what I saw was actually pretty fucking embarrassing. Allowing myself to step in to the ring against a guy like Damage without collecting the victory and the winners pay check was simply unforgivable for a veteran like myself.
Even five years ago I would have left the ring with a big old smile on my face while Damage would have been laying on that mat wondering if he’d picked the right career.
And then the tag team match, even though the column reads a ‘win’ and the rate of pay on my bank statement is better, wasn’t the sort of performance my fans are used to be watching.”
Stu-E stands up from his chair and steps away from the computer desk. The wall he paces past is lined with various wrestling title belts from companies long gone and forgotten.
“Take a look at the gold hanging from these walls, these are the fruits of my labour, these are the landmarks of my legacy. I didn’t collect these by being the guy you’ve seen in Odyssey Wrestling, that’s for damn sure.
I heard what Kilgore said about Tumbler, how he’d never heard of the guy and well, I’m not surprised. The more I think about it there’s no point in Tumbler, Plague or myself just expecting everybody out there to know everything about us.
The point should be that we arrive here as so-called legends and leave as certified legends. Winning a wrestling match isn’t enough in 2012, we have to be better than everybody in this promotion in every way possible.”
Again he lets out a sigh as he walks to a corner of the room, glancing at pictures of himself in various stages of his career.
“I feel a little bit sorry for Vigilante if I’m totally honest, now I’ve realized a few things. He’s got to step in to the ring with the guy he knows very little about, the only experience he’s had has been watching him lose to an inferior opponent and collect a win in one of the weakest ways possible.
What he’s actually getting is someone who feels like he has everything to prove and even more to lose which is a hell of a combination. Because for me after this pay-per-view I can’t just go home peacefully knowing that I’ve tarnished my name and my career.
The veteran I’ve grown to be is the type of veteran who needs to know that the fans who have just watched him wrestle go home thinking ‘he’s still got it’. It’s ok for Plague and it’s ok for Tumbler to fool around because they’re younger than me, if they wanted they could just carry on the way they did back in the day, but that point for me is long gone. I don’t know how many matches I have left....”
He looks down at the floor for a brief moment, just relaying that last sentence back in his head before leaving it unfinished.
“Vigilante, you should feel lucky to be in the position you’re in right now. Take a look around, look at that Tag Team Championship around your waist and your merchandise sales. For you all that carries on after the pay-per-view, you go back to your career knowing that it doesn’t matter what happens.
If you manage to defeat a motivated Stu-E Price then good for you, you’ve defeated a so-called legend. And if you somehow lose, you’ll know that it took every ounce of your opponent to be able to do that and you’ll still look like a million bucks in the process.”
The changed and reflective Stu-E heads over to the door and places his hand on the handle and pulls the door open before glancing at the title belts on the walls. He turns his head from side to side, shuts the door and turns back to the camera.
“I almost forgot that this match I have with Vigilante is a qualifying match for the main event, a battle royal for the vacant Heavyweight Championship. I don’t know if you noticed those title belts hanging on the wall there, not one World Title is there. There’s every other title hanging there besides one of those. That’s right, this so-called legend has never won the big one.
For most people that would serve as extra motivation, to go out on possibly his last night in the business and finally collect the one title that’s alluded him all these years.
But not me.
I’ve never been someone who needed the big one, I’ve carved my name in to history without it and I’m more than happy to retire without it. I’ve seen what it does to people first hand, it can change the best of men in to the worst of animals. So if I am fortunate enough to find myself in the squared circle in a Heavyweight Championship match then all I want to do is just savour the moment.
I’m putting it on record that I do not want to win the Odyssey Wrestling Heavyweight Championship, there’s more people in the promotion who deserve it more than I do and even more of them that need the damn thing more than I do, athough... accidents do happen.”
This brings a smile to his face before a light laugh escapes him as he opens the door and exits the scene as the promo blurs out.