Post by Jacoby Spencer on Sept 10, 2023 16:09:22 GMT -5
...FROM LAST MAN STANDING...
So there it was. A place suitable for myself and the rest of the blue team that I was a part of for this event. Sitting in the back with my club soda, the large booth. The place where we all planned to meet. I sipped on my soda as my mind wondered and began to look back on the whole beginning of this. When I was given the ultimate invite to this event. Went from from this to that, to this and back to that. But I wasn’t going to turn back. Traveling back to that phone call…
...”Hello.”
I answered the phone like any other one but this one was different.
“Jacoby Spencer. My man. So later on this year we will be putting on the biggest and most extravagant event in professional wrestling and reality television history. I am extending a golden ticket invitation to you. Please accept.”
It was a bit strange, wasn’t really given enough of a pause to respond. I finally….
“Holy shit. Awesome. I’m down my man. Wait. What is it?”
“Thank you.”
Then the line disconnected. It was the weirdest thing but a week later I received the actual golden ticket and some cryptic messages about what the event entailed and where it might be and other things like that. Fast forward….
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… A few months later I received another grandiose package. This one was interesting. Containing a plane ticket. It also had something that was a bit strange. All the event has changed. It was like we were going to be a part of a… A porno? A horror movie? One of those weird ass comic adaptation parody things. What the hell? To top it off had the instructions to put on the blind fold that was provided when landing at the location. What the hell?...
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…The plane ride was phenomenal. First class. A party basically but wasn’t truly my scene. I chose to relax and observe. The rest of the participants in this event now known as Last Man Standing. I was told to pick someone from the list of participants as a team. After that we wouldn’t know who our team would be until we officially arrived at this mysterious location. Watching the young ones and even the veterans that were participating in this. I recognized a lot of them. They were enjoying the ride. Partying and with no cares in the world. I however was enjoying the ride in a different way. Seeing how the minds of those that were a part of Last Man Standing. I did the pleasantries per the norm but I chose to not really socialize, just hung out and observed. Time came. The decent. The landing. Then the mood shifted. The flight attendant came over the PA of the plane and gave us the instructions…
“Ladies and gentlemen, place your blindfolds on and wait in your seats. We will come and lead you all to your ride where you will be taken to the complex where the event of your lives will begin. I would like to thank you all for flying a part of Kayfabe Airlines.”
As instructed I put on my blindfold, I thought I saw a few of the others do the same but who knows. I sat back in my chair and waited for when it was my time to be lead out to the car or truck or whatever might be taking me to the complex. It seemed like five or ten minutes and a hand touched mine.
“Right this way sir.”
The soft sound of a female voice as I grasped her hand and allowed her to do the directing. We were outside in no time. The warm breeze. Distant sound of the airport and birds.
“Alright sir, turn and take a seat. Enjoy your time. And thank you again.”
I sat and a moment later the door shut.
“Hello driver. Off to the Last Man Standing compound please.”
“...”
The car began to move as I made my blanket statement. I ask a few questions here and there throughout the drive but the driver says nothing. Not even listening to music. We drive for a little while and I have no clue where we are going. I stopped trying to figure it out after about five minutes of the ride. I just lounge back in the seat until we finally come to a stop. Within seconds of stopping the door opens and a female voice comes to me.
“Hello Mister Spencer. It is an honor to have you here at the Last Man Standing compound and at the event. You can remove your blindfold now.”
I do as instructed and see the grand entrance to the compound with large illuminated letters above the archway.
“Thank you ma’am. The honor is all mine. Proud to be here.”
Climbing out of the car. She hands me a bag.
“Here is your welcome bag. Here is your journal. We are encouraging all of the participants to keep track of their day to day comings and goings while they are here.”
“Okay, is this where the story arc for the pornoslash horror slash mixed genre parody movie begins?”
She just smiles and kinda shakes her head.
“Alrighty ma’am thank you.”
“You’re very welcome Mister Spencer. Enjoy the event and the games to come. You are staying in the blue team villas.”
I grab my bags and the goodie bag along with the journal thing and walk on through the arch and into the compound. Looks like a massive spring break party type of atmosphere. My first goal now is to reach my residence for my duration here. I pull out my phone from my bag and shoot out a group message to the rest of my blue team and tell them that we all should meet up. As I am typing the text I come to a map of the place and the first thing that my eyes land on is the Arm Bar so I send that as the locale of our meeting. I send it out and head to my villa…
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Entering my villa, it was lavish. Way beyond anything I could have managed to imagine. Nothing that I have ever owned was this spectacular. I moved through it looking and admiring everything.
“They went all out for us. This is fantastic.”
Tossing my bags on the bed, I step outside onto the balcony. The early night sky shines bright with the pollution of the light from this place but it was beautiful. It looks like across from where I am is the other team’s villas. All highlighted in neon red lighting, like the blue team’s villas are in neon blue lighting. I decided that before I head toward the bar I am going to write something really irrelevant in the journal. I take in a deep breath of the outside air and enter the villa. Sitting down at the desk. Pulling out the journal and grabbing the pen on the desk and begin to write until all of a sudden my phone begins to blow up. Getting responses from the rest of my teammates. Various emojis I don’t understand. Simple answers. Then a whole new conversation begins to sprout from it and I just let it go and I look at the journal and laugh to myself before closing it. I decided that I will change into something more decent than my travel clothes for this little team get together…
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…Outside of the place I currently sit. A little dressier than what it seems this place goes with but nonetheless I arrive. The brightly lit sign telling everyone that it is the Arm Bar is hilarious. Neon lights illuminate a comic style animated muscular arm fully outstretched. The animated lines of the arm spell out the word and the word ‘Bar’ is classically lit below the comic arm. I straighten myself up and enter the building with a relieving release of a deep breath I just took…
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So fucking cheesy. But I think I will go ahead do this dear diary thing and quite literally title it.
Dear Last Man Standing Diary,
“I took this invitation for a possible redemption of my career. I have had an up and down career. Went from lackluster in the earlier part of it. Win here. Loss here. Win. Win. Loss. Loss. Loss. Loss. Loss. Retirement. Successful gym and training facility. Shooting out student after student that went on to accomplish grand and great things. I was proud of what I was doing. I loved it even. But there was something missing within my soul. I never had the career that I dreamt it would be when I made the decision to jump on the professional wrestling choo choo train. But I knew what I was doing and what I wanted. I gave it my all in my business. The itch however was still there. I needed to compete for myself. So I did a few indy shows around New York. Getting back into the proper ring shape. Ready to fight all comers and reach a pinnacle I never even came close to achieving. After a few months of that, an offer came in for a developmental deal for a big company. One I was familiar with. I wasn’t sure what it meant for the developmental situation, but I jumped on it. Shut down my gym and set sail for California. World Wrestling Headquarters. They were a bit vague about the circumstances that was going to happen when I arrived but I found out quickly.”
“Being a part of the Asylum developmental brand was a blessing. That hunger I thought I lost came back. The creative mind was twisting and turning. New things were sprouting and I did it. I accomplished championship status. Being one of the biggest draws for that company was where I was supposed to be. What was missing in my soul.”
“Now here we are on the precipice of something even grander than that. A blended version of professional fighting. The twisted world of reality television. All with the beginning circumstances of every single horror movie. Roughly acted out pornos. And even the hodge podge weird parodies that C list actors and writers come up with, hoping that they can spark their career. Is this what Last Man Standing is going to become? All I got to say is it won’t be me that dies first in the movie adaptation of this crazy thing.”
“I have been the Last Man Standing for a very long time in this life. I have loved my life up to this point and I am going to take this opportunity to revamp my status. Not as a superstar. Not as just a big ass name in this world. Not just as the Last Man Standing. But go to fully…”
...LEGENDARY!!!
I decided to write a legitimate entry into this weird ass journal thing they gave me when I arrived. The first night was coming to a close. I hope they enjoy the artwork… HA HA!!