Post by Jacoby Spencer on Oct 22, 2023 13:31:16 GMT -5
...A TWIST OF FATE!!!...
So I basically returned home. I came back to the performance center, a place where I taught young kids in this game the art of a promo. I still come back and coach the kids coming through here looking to make a name for themselves in the wide world of professional wrestling. I met this kid when I returned here a couple of weeks ago. He had been here at the Champions Advantage Performance Center for the past six months. I watched himand saw how he looked, moved and performed and well I thought I’d show him some ropes when it comes to his on camera persona.
After chatting with him, he told me he wanted to come in as a monster in a way. He was a large man, well larger than me. Built like a brick shithouse. So the monster thing I could get. He was about six and a half feet tall, stout. He was strong. So I asked him…
“So Erick, what are wanting to present to those at home? You’re this evil incarnate monster that is here to set the world ablaze or are you here to vanquish the evil doers and save the people at home from that?”
I asked this question for a reason. I needed to know which way I needed to steer him with the way he was going to show himself to the people around the world.
“Honestly dude, I just want to set the world ablaze. I want to see the world burn. Inspired by how my way of life I was brought up just down the road from here. Always doubted. Always looked down upon. Always told I was going to be nothing and useless in society.”
I nodded with a smile.
“That is definitely a different road to take with that type of upbringing. A lot of the wrestlers uses that as a motivator to overcome the odds, not become the odds. Well kid, I think how you should present yourself is kicking the people at home in the teeth with that. Have that ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude about it. Use your own creativity and imagination with it of course, but you have to be strong, powerful with your inflections and your overall picture and presentation to the masses.”
As Erick and I are chatting, a familiar face comes over. He smiles at us as we both lean against one of the rings in the center. It is none other than the host of Last Man Standing, Saucey himself.
“Hey Jacoby. Glad you made it. There’s a reason why you have been brought here though.”
“Oh?”
I ask. Does this have something to do with the competition?
“Yeah, so there is going to be this big charity event for Make-A-Wish that will be putting this event on for Orlando's Children’s Hospital. So you will be in a match. I just want to let you know. It will be happening at the end of the week. And you are going to be taking on Mister Abaden here?”
Him and I both chuckle and nod.
“Alright Sauce boss. I’ll start getting that all ready.”
Sauce smiles and nods walking away. Erick and I keep chatting….
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It had been a few days since Sauce gave me the info about this upcoming event for the kiddos over at Orlando's Children's Hospital. I was down at the performance center late last night working with a few of the young upstarts including my upcoming opponent at this Make-A-Wish event. As I circle around to the front of the building, I am rushed by reporters. Local and abroad wrestling reporters. I knew why they were here but what also caught my eye was Erick was surrounded by a bunch of reporters too. I keep walking in the direction of where the big guy was standing and chatting with the reporters. His facial expression is hardened. A little flare and anger burning in his eyes. He glares at me as I approach. I faintly hear him say something about me being an example of one of those people that kept him down and prevented him from being his true self. I chuckled to myself as I stop and allow the reporters to surround me.
“Hey. Hey y’all. What’s up? What can I do for you?”
A woman with an Australian accent speaks up.
“Jacoby. You are going to be facing off with Erick Abaden this weekend at the Make-A-Wish event. He has been saying that you are one of those people from society that have been keeping him down. Preventing him from being the success he should have been. What do you have to say about this?”
I smile and chuckle.
“Well first off, I am almost double that kid’s age. And honestly I have no idea where he gets that little idea but I have not ever been that type of guy. I have always helped, encouraged and pushed for people like him to go further in whatever life choice they want to do. Hell, I've been a part of this very training facility helping young ones, just like Erick, to get far and achieve successes I could only dream of in this business.”
Another reporter pops up.
“He seems to think that the world should burn for being the cause of his downfall. His lack of succeeding in his life’s pursuits.”
“Well first off I am sorry to hear that it seems his life was a little difficult and he can’t seem to get past those that were assholes to him when he was younger. Look, we've all had it rough in one way or another. It sucks that he seems to think that it is the right decision to punish and hurt everyone instead of trying to be a success story. Overcoming those doubters. Those oppressors but it is what it is.”
One more reporter pipes up with a relevant question concerning the actual event and match.
“How do you think that this match this weekend will go? Do you think he is going to destroy you like he is claiming he will and needs to? Or do you think that all your years and knowledge will overcome his size and strength?”
It was a legitimate competition question and I smiled broadly.
“Honestly, I can’t tell you how this fight will be. I don’t know all the tricks and moves this guy has in his arsenal. All I know is it will be one hell of a fight. I appreciate your weird compliment with a weird insult on my age and time in this sport. Yes I think that I carry more knowledge than Erick does but honestly I have no idea how much studying he has done on me and the students that I have trained over the years. So this fight is going to be a lot of me reacting to what he does and go from there. Win or lose, those kids are going to have a blast and I am going to hang out with ‘em before and after my fight. Tune in this weekend and see if I still got the skills in the ring or not. I gotta get inside and do some shit y’all so I’ll chat with you later.”
I give them all fist bumps as I move forward and head toward the entrance and go on in the building. Before I head in, I glance back at Erick who seems to be relishing the attention from the media. His eyes and hardened expression shoots me a fraction of a millisecond thank you glance before it turns right back into the hardened glare…
...FATE TWISED!!!