Post by Eddie Nash on Mar 19, 2011 20:55:53 GMT -5
It had been a long week for me. Everything had changed over the past couple of weeks both in my home life, my career and my life as a biker for The Sons. At home, Gemma Jackson found out I banged two other girls. Well, by found out I mean I told her out of sheer guilt. She packed her stuff and left and I made no hesitation to stop her, she had every right to be mad at me and though I cared for her she was unfairly betrayed. So, I let her go. As any decent man would. I also ran into my brother this past week which didn't end too well for me or for him. For a square-jawed American lawyer, that man sure knew how to pack a right hook. We both left with cut up faces and bad tempers and there was little else that could be said. Michael, never was a fan of the way I turned out and I couldn't say I blamed him. I was a dick.
As for the ol' wrestling arena? Well, I'd won my last six consecutive matches and was ten for two in Kingdom of Pride. Severe technical difficulties in the PWA meant that my latest match teaaming with PWA World Champion Michael Smart against TJ and The Glasgow Mauler hadn't been broadcasted yet but once again even with a tag team partner I had absolutely zero in common with I still overcame the odds and put Scotland's roughest son of a gun and The Soul of Philly back on the shelf. Back in Pride I was finally getting a title shot I deserved and for the first time in about six matches I was facing off in singles competition rather than a tag match. Refreshing to say the least.
Finally, in the newly reconstructed Sons of Anarchy we got a look at Geoff Baker's old previous hash of running the accounts and discovered that we'd been keeping out of the red almost entirely by committing petty crimes, robberies and drug running which while a reliable source of income wasn't strong. With the leadership of Johnny Lo, the support of the triads and a group meeting held by The Sons senior members we forecasted future plans for us. Plans were going forward to invest in new, violent assets. One idea that was raised was working private security and merchandising for wrestling companies. T-shirts and Tickets, that's a safe way to make cash. From there on, we'd start investing in bringing in new bruisers and babes to populate the wrestling ring and so forth.
That, and many other top secret plans for making our wages were raised and so the business manifesto for the next year of Anarchy was formed. I'm at no liberty to discuss these plans but they're good ones, damn good ones and I'd be rolling in the money once we got off the ground. Now, with all my life troubles seemingly dealt with I had only one more pressing issue to contend with. Survival of the Proud. Now, I had to wait for that abrasive but generally good-natured kid Alex Avice to turn up so I could jokingly make fun of him.
Sat backstage at the Cookeville Community Centre, my head rested against the cold stone wall. I sat alone, dressed up in my full ensemble flying the colours of my boys in The Sons of Anarchy proudly once again. My black leather jacket was clean, my denim jeans were ripped at the knees and the studs in my gloves were polished to perfection. Blood would be glimmering off those little bastards if I needed to punch someone in the mouth with them. When Avice finally arrived with his hair cut short and dressed in a black Abercrombie and Fitch shirt I kind of had the temptation to clip him round the ear but I'm not aggressive to the innocent.
”'sup Alex?! Good to see you around man. It's been a while, where the heck have you been?!” I asked, sincerity dripping from my voice. I genuinely had missed the little guy and it'd been a while since we last went drinking. I stood up to greet him and offered him a hand which he shook, firmly. I liked that.
”Oh I've been around. Not hanging out with scary, alcoholic bikers for a start.” he joked, digging my shaking arm with the one that he wasn't digging. I didn't appreciate the touching but fair dues, he'd earned my respect. We broke the hand shake, it felt good.
”So you gonna' conduct this interview then or what?” I jabbed, pointing to the camera crew who set themselves up. Within moments we were ready to begin.
”Ladies and gentlemen this is Alex Avice, voice of The Kingdom of Pride coming to you from inside the Cookeville Community Centre and we are lucky to have one of the challengers in the Survival of the Proud tournament, King of the Road Eddie Nash with us here today. Nice to see you again Ed.” introduced Avice warmly, a big smile dominating his homely features. He seemed happy to be here, which made me feel good as I liked to feel like I was wanted around.
”You're damn right it's nice Alex. Y'see, I've ridden a lot of pot-holes these past few weeks what with John-boy Noble thinking he's all high and mighty and the Kingdom of Pride management constantly trying to throw hoops for me to jump through.
Now it seems like the hoops are finally coming to an end and I'm going to get the opportunity that I damn well deserve, the chance to redeem myself against Josh Eagles and claim that Kingdom of Pride Valiant Championship. Y'see, I've had to suffer the insufferable for the last four shows here at Pride. Every week I've had to endure that selfish, narcissistic snake and now finally it looks like I get my opportunity to right some wrongs.” I bellowed into the camera, my eyes piercing. I was a pure slate of emotional rage.
I'd reached the end of my tether with Johnny Noble and his constant attempts to push me over the edge had worn very, VERY thin. The layer of ice on which he stood was soon to crack and I'd be more than happy to drown him in the waters.
”But it's not just Johnny Noble is it? Hell, you have to climb the mountain of conflict and challenge Obscene first. How do you feel about that?” questioned the wily interviewer knowing that an angry, rage-fuelled response was soon to come giving some much needed steam for the Nash hype train.
”In my first tag team match with Johnny Noble I fought Obscene and Stuart Cage. Stuart Cage is someone who's made an awful habit out of becoming my whipping boy. Three consecutive victories I hold over The Rated X superstar and with that follows the victory over Obscene. I also fought Obscene with tag partner Orge Lambart some two weeks ago only for the two of us to crush the opposition once more. Unfortunately I've never had the pleasure of pinning Obscene myself but tonight that changes.
Obscene is an arrogant, reckless ass who cares little for the people around him. He'll beat and hurt anyone just for kicks and it's attitudes like his that makes wrestling more unsafe than it needs to be. Tonight, I get the opportunity to put Obscene back in his place. One that I'm going to take the utmost advantage of.” I said to Alex, a little more relaxed now.
I harboured no ill-feelings towards Obscene whatsoever. I just really didn't like the way he thought it was his right to become the champion by doing little but screwing his girl and occasionally maiming someone. He was far too confident and his opinion that the Survival of the Proud tournament was too much like stress made me wonder why he was even a wrestler in the first place.
”Strong words for the Obscene one there. But then there's so many other potential opponents for you to face, we don't possibly have time to go through them all. So who're your predictions for the finale?” came probably the best question I'd ever heard Alex ask ever. One that I was more than glad to answer.
”My prediction is that you're gonna' see me, Dru Dallins, Johnny Noble, Kid Flanagan and Stevie C, Big Callaway in the finale. Why? Because they're simply the best that KoP has to offer at this time. You have the gigantic merc, Dru Dallins who can break basketballs with his bare hands. Johnny Noble who for all his flaws has proved time and time again he can get it done in the ring and Kid Flanagan who despite everything somehow manages to pull out the upset even when everything seems posed to destroy him.
As for Callaway? Well, he has the most to lose from this. If he goes back to the locker room empty handed he's proving what all the doubters who thought putting him in the main event was a bad idea were thinking. That he's simply not good enough to carry the company.” I began, but I wasn't quite done yet. I had one more piece I wanted to say before we could call cut on this.
”But no matter who ends up in the finals, so long as I beat Obscene the result is always going to be the same. It is without shadow of a doubt my destiny to become the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion. I only have two recorded losses in the last four months that I've been a professional wrestler. Some would call it beginners luck but beginners luck doesn't last the best part of a third of a year. My reign of dominance WILL continue as I continue my journey along the long road towards wrestling greatness.
The Valiant Championship WILL be mine, Eddie Nash WILL be the most dominant man in Kingdom of Pride. With all those fans chanting my name, with ALL The Wolfpack behind me there is NOTHING I can not achieve here in Pride. Tonight, I don't find my destiny. I take my destiny and make it come true by myself. The way I did from the start.” I concluded before walking off-screen.
I was focused, determined, deadly. I'd been training all week, though I'd made light of it. The gym had been hit as hard as the punching bags that I boxed on day in and day out. I'd been going at it non-stop for the last week to make sure that I was in prime physical condition to take out the competition here at Survival of the Proud because when it all boiled right down to it, who in the Kingdom of Pride had more pride than me? I fought for everything I had. I was no criminal anymore, I'd scraped and plundered and toiled for every iota of success I'd had as a wrestler.
It wasn't my second choice like Josh Eagles. It wasn't my apparent birth-right like the Noble Brothers. It wasn't some mythical line of work of which I was naturally born to dominate like Jason Phoenix. It wasn't some mathematical puzzle I had to solve like Stephen Callaway. Wrestling was everything to me. Call me vain if you will, but that's half of what Pride truly is. Was there anyone as proud as me? Someone who had clawed up from the very bottom tier of society, a teenage criminal on a bike raising Hell who'd spent every waking moment trying to turn his life around and become a good person.
My efforts were valiant. My cause was pure. Tonight was my night and there was no Noble, nobody who could stop me from doing what I did best. Going out there, kicking ass, taking names and making sure that everybody, male, female, old, young, black and white supported me every step of the way. I was a hero these people and I'd be damned if I was going to let them down again.
FADE
As for the ol' wrestling arena? Well, I'd won my last six consecutive matches and was ten for two in Kingdom of Pride. Severe technical difficulties in the PWA meant that my latest match teaaming with PWA World Champion Michael Smart against TJ and The Glasgow Mauler hadn't been broadcasted yet but once again even with a tag team partner I had absolutely zero in common with I still overcame the odds and put Scotland's roughest son of a gun and The Soul of Philly back on the shelf. Back in Pride I was finally getting a title shot I deserved and for the first time in about six matches I was facing off in singles competition rather than a tag match. Refreshing to say the least.
Finally, in the newly reconstructed Sons of Anarchy we got a look at Geoff Baker's old previous hash of running the accounts and discovered that we'd been keeping out of the red almost entirely by committing petty crimes, robberies and drug running which while a reliable source of income wasn't strong. With the leadership of Johnny Lo, the support of the triads and a group meeting held by The Sons senior members we forecasted future plans for us. Plans were going forward to invest in new, violent assets. One idea that was raised was working private security and merchandising for wrestling companies. T-shirts and Tickets, that's a safe way to make cash. From there on, we'd start investing in bringing in new bruisers and babes to populate the wrestling ring and so forth.
That, and many other top secret plans for making our wages were raised and so the business manifesto for the next year of Anarchy was formed. I'm at no liberty to discuss these plans but they're good ones, damn good ones and I'd be rolling in the money once we got off the ground. Now, with all my life troubles seemingly dealt with I had only one more pressing issue to contend with. Survival of the Proud. Now, I had to wait for that abrasive but generally good-natured kid Alex Avice to turn up so I could jokingly make fun of him.
Sat backstage at the Cookeville Community Centre, my head rested against the cold stone wall. I sat alone, dressed up in my full ensemble flying the colours of my boys in The Sons of Anarchy proudly once again. My black leather jacket was clean, my denim jeans were ripped at the knees and the studs in my gloves were polished to perfection. Blood would be glimmering off those little bastards if I needed to punch someone in the mouth with them. When Avice finally arrived with his hair cut short and dressed in a black Abercrombie and Fitch shirt I kind of had the temptation to clip him round the ear but I'm not aggressive to the innocent.
”'sup Alex?! Good to see you around man. It's been a while, where the heck have you been?!” I asked, sincerity dripping from my voice. I genuinely had missed the little guy and it'd been a while since we last went drinking. I stood up to greet him and offered him a hand which he shook, firmly. I liked that.
”Oh I've been around. Not hanging out with scary, alcoholic bikers for a start.” he joked, digging my shaking arm with the one that he wasn't digging. I didn't appreciate the touching but fair dues, he'd earned my respect. We broke the hand shake, it felt good.
”So you gonna' conduct this interview then or what?” I jabbed, pointing to the camera crew who set themselves up. Within moments we were ready to begin.
”Ladies and gentlemen this is Alex Avice, voice of The Kingdom of Pride coming to you from inside the Cookeville Community Centre and we are lucky to have one of the challengers in the Survival of the Proud tournament, King of the Road Eddie Nash with us here today. Nice to see you again Ed.” introduced Avice warmly, a big smile dominating his homely features. He seemed happy to be here, which made me feel good as I liked to feel like I was wanted around.
”You're damn right it's nice Alex. Y'see, I've ridden a lot of pot-holes these past few weeks what with John-boy Noble thinking he's all high and mighty and the Kingdom of Pride management constantly trying to throw hoops for me to jump through.
Now it seems like the hoops are finally coming to an end and I'm going to get the opportunity that I damn well deserve, the chance to redeem myself against Josh Eagles and claim that Kingdom of Pride Valiant Championship. Y'see, I've had to suffer the insufferable for the last four shows here at Pride. Every week I've had to endure that selfish, narcissistic snake and now finally it looks like I get my opportunity to right some wrongs.” I bellowed into the camera, my eyes piercing. I was a pure slate of emotional rage.
I'd reached the end of my tether with Johnny Noble and his constant attempts to push me over the edge had worn very, VERY thin. The layer of ice on which he stood was soon to crack and I'd be more than happy to drown him in the waters.
”But it's not just Johnny Noble is it? Hell, you have to climb the mountain of conflict and challenge Obscene first. How do you feel about that?” questioned the wily interviewer knowing that an angry, rage-fuelled response was soon to come giving some much needed steam for the Nash hype train.
”In my first tag team match with Johnny Noble I fought Obscene and Stuart Cage. Stuart Cage is someone who's made an awful habit out of becoming my whipping boy. Three consecutive victories I hold over The Rated X superstar and with that follows the victory over Obscene. I also fought Obscene with tag partner Orge Lambart some two weeks ago only for the two of us to crush the opposition once more. Unfortunately I've never had the pleasure of pinning Obscene myself but tonight that changes.
Obscene is an arrogant, reckless ass who cares little for the people around him. He'll beat and hurt anyone just for kicks and it's attitudes like his that makes wrestling more unsafe than it needs to be. Tonight, I get the opportunity to put Obscene back in his place. One that I'm going to take the utmost advantage of.” I said to Alex, a little more relaxed now.
I harboured no ill-feelings towards Obscene whatsoever. I just really didn't like the way he thought it was his right to become the champion by doing little but screwing his girl and occasionally maiming someone. He was far too confident and his opinion that the Survival of the Proud tournament was too much like stress made me wonder why he was even a wrestler in the first place.
”Strong words for the Obscene one there. But then there's so many other potential opponents for you to face, we don't possibly have time to go through them all. So who're your predictions for the finale?” came probably the best question I'd ever heard Alex ask ever. One that I was more than glad to answer.
”My prediction is that you're gonna' see me, Dru Dallins, Johnny Noble, Kid Flanagan and Stevie C, Big Callaway in the finale. Why? Because they're simply the best that KoP has to offer at this time. You have the gigantic merc, Dru Dallins who can break basketballs with his bare hands. Johnny Noble who for all his flaws has proved time and time again he can get it done in the ring and Kid Flanagan who despite everything somehow manages to pull out the upset even when everything seems posed to destroy him.
As for Callaway? Well, he has the most to lose from this. If he goes back to the locker room empty handed he's proving what all the doubters who thought putting him in the main event was a bad idea were thinking. That he's simply not good enough to carry the company.” I began, but I wasn't quite done yet. I had one more piece I wanted to say before we could call cut on this.
”But no matter who ends up in the finals, so long as I beat Obscene the result is always going to be the same. It is without shadow of a doubt my destiny to become the Kingdom of Pride Valiant Champion. I only have two recorded losses in the last four months that I've been a professional wrestler. Some would call it beginners luck but beginners luck doesn't last the best part of a third of a year. My reign of dominance WILL continue as I continue my journey along the long road towards wrestling greatness.
The Valiant Championship WILL be mine, Eddie Nash WILL be the most dominant man in Kingdom of Pride. With all those fans chanting my name, with ALL The Wolfpack behind me there is NOTHING I can not achieve here in Pride. Tonight, I don't find my destiny. I take my destiny and make it come true by myself. The way I did from the start.” I concluded before walking off-screen.
I was focused, determined, deadly. I'd been training all week, though I'd made light of it. The gym had been hit as hard as the punching bags that I boxed on day in and day out. I'd been going at it non-stop for the last week to make sure that I was in prime physical condition to take out the competition here at Survival of the Proud because when it all boiled right down to it, who in the Kingdom of Pride had more pride than me? I fought for everything I had. I was no criminal anymore, I'd scraped and plundered and toiled for every iota of success I'd had as a wrestler.
It wasn't my second choice like Josh Eagles. It wasn't my apparent birth-right like the Noble Brothers. It wasn't some mythical line of work of which I was naturally born to dominate like Jason Phoenix. It wasn't some mathematical puzzle I had to solve like Stephen Callaway. Wrestling was everything to me. Call me vain if you will, but that's half of what Pride truly is. Was there anyone as proud as me? Someone who had clawed up from the very bottom tier of society, a teenage criminal on a bike raising Hell who'd spent every waking moment trying to turn his life around and become a good person.
My efforts were valiant. My cause was pure. Tonight was my night and there was no Noble, nobody who could stop me from doing what I did best. Going out there, kicking ass, taking names and making sure that everybody, male, female, old, young, black and white supported me every step of the way. I was a hero these people and I'd be damned if I was going to let them down again.
FADE
