Post by Josh Eagles on Jul 30, 2010 22:46:17 GMT -5
I was one week away from a night that was set to shape the rest of my life. Return of the Kingdom I would be stepping into the ring against 6 other opponents all with the same goal, the same thought, and the same ambition. All of us would want to win, all of us wanted to be crowned a champion, all of us wanted to be remembered; but in order to do that, we would all have to go through each other. A gauntlet match, one of the most brutal matches ever invented. It provided an advantage for some and proved to be the ultimate gut test for others. This time around it would be the ultimate gut test for me, I'd be the 3rd person to enter the ring. To be honest I wanted to be the first, I wanted to be sure that this victory would be one I would remember forever. But now I knew that I'd have no choice but to beat five people in the middle of that ring.
This was a worthy sacrifice though, I found it fitting that I would have my chance to reach the top of the KoP in this way. I entered KoP promising that I would make an impact, that I would give the fans a champion that they could cheer for, that they could have pride in and I planned on delivery that. Everything leading up to this in my last few years had felt like one big gauntlet, one big training ground that would prepare me for a match of this size. But I wasn't playing in my own court this time. I was on unfamiliar ground and I could sense there was about to be a pissing contest to see whose backyard this would be. Christian Kane wanted nothing more then to take the KoP by storm and make it his. Chris Hart wanted to show that he was main event material, that he could headline a company.
Everyone else in the match had been waiting for their chance to make a name for themselves, to leave their mark somewhere in the wrestling world. We all had our motives, we all had our reason for fighting. It was going to come down to who was more ready for this, who could last it out and figure out how to win it. I was ready for this, nothing else in this world meant more to me then this match. I was going to be the KoP Valiant Champion, I was going to be remembered as the man who lead the return of the Kingdom of Pride. In just days time I was going to mark the greatest achievement of my career.
The room was filled with only a vague light that was beginning to creep in through the bedroom curtains. But it was enough that we were able to see the sprawled out version of Josh Eagles snoring away on his bed in what we can only assume is his hotel room. He looks to be at peace away in some sort of happy dream land, which was a good thing since the alarm clock on the side of the bed was illuminating that the time was 5:52am. Not many but the most dedicated or the working class would be up at that time. Josh was certainly not as working class as one Katie Chang would like him to be and while he was dedicated ... most of that dedication fell to sleep. I mean in his mind there was lot's of time in the day for working out, or match prep, or god forbid running a company.
Josh was about to find his luck though extremely unfortunate as we see the door to his room open and there stands a fully clothed Katie Chang with a wicked evil smile on her face and a large bucket in her hands ... you can see the ice sloshing around in it. Without warning of any sort she hurls the bucket forward flinging the must be ice cold water all across Josh and his bed and there is a scream sounding more then remarkably like a woman as Josh leaps from his bed and huddles to the corner wide eyed and panicked. He quickly begins to look around the room, standing in his boxers shivering until his eyes fall on a grinning Katie and a bucket.
"Rise and shine."
"What the hell are you thinking woman?"
Katie tosses the bucket to the ground and shrugs.
"Seemed like an effective way to get you out of bed."
"An alarm clock would work just as well! Normal people even might come close to considering shaking someone awake or in fact, calling their dwelling before entering! How the heck did you even get in here?"
Katie chuckles and tosses Josh a towel that she had laying ready on the ground. You can tell by the way he is holding it she had warmed it in a dryer or something ahead of time.
"Josh you forget, when you choose to make an apartment inside of Eagles Towers itself and then voice code your door that I will have access. I have access to every room in this building!"
"We will have to change that."
Katie gives a sarcastic smile and sits down on a chair by the edge or the room.
"Maybe we will but for now get your work clothes on, we got business to take care of."
Josh now raises an eyebrow at Katie, stares to the clock and is wide eyed.
"First off Katie it's not even 6am so if you think I'm doing anything you are off your bleeding rocker! Nextly we already made the agreement to no this place type business on account of life threatening, career shortening, but very important gauntlet match that is coming up. Plus you dumped a bucket of ice water on me!"
"Well firstly I am speaking of your workout clothes! You need to train and get ready for this match and I have something prepared for you that is going to help. Next off it wasn't my idea to throw water on you to wake you up, it was HIS idea."
"His? Whose?"
"Your new trainer. You've been slacking a little as of late and while you maybe racking up the wins it's time to make sure you are ready for the big game. He said this was just the first part of the test he has set up to see if you have any chance in this match at all."
Josh looks completely lost, which he is right to look since most people at this point would be very lost.
"Who did you hire? Why the heck did you hire someone? When did it become your right?"
"You will see in due time. Because you need the prep as I just went over. It became my right when the interests of this company became my responsibility and you succeeding puts a good face on Eagles Enterprises. The Valiant Champion as the owner of this company, it has a nice spin to it."
"I'm not doing this for E.E!"
"I am aware that you aren't. You are on some noble quest to give the fans a champion and revamp your career to when you were relevant. I am just making sure we cash in on it is all, no point in letting the potential sales it makes go to waste. Remember that E.E technically owns your rights, a fail safe you put into all your contracts so that way you get extra money by selling merchandise that helps support the company. The percentage E.E makes off your merchandise is around $233,611 a year. Not a ton, but enough."
Josh starts doing some calculations on his fingers and doing math in his head. Likely not a great sign.
"I only make about $48,000 or so off my share of the cuts!"
"Well that is because E.E gets a bigger percentage then you since we as a company tend to donate a lot more money then you as an individual. Plus you make the actual paycheck. From BOTH companies I may add, even though you do very little here."
Josh opens his mouth to argue some more but Katie cuts him off raising her hand.
"That's enough talk. Get dressed, I am tired or looking at you in your boxers, even if you are rather well muscled and nice to look at."
Katie gets up and leaves the room leaving Josh blushing but looking around for clothes to join her on wherever this new adventure is taking him.
The room we are in is now much different then Josh's sleeping chambers that were kept below. Only a few small lights are on and they are all hanging from the ceiling and swaying like some sort of horror movies set. The mood is set for that even more by the fact that all the windows in the room have been curtained off with thick black blankets. It looks like desks have been pushed to sides and cubicals taken apart for whatever was going on. Josh and Katie stood looking at the room after just stepping off the elevator.
"What in the blue hell happened to my office space Katie? It looks like something out of a terrible B-horror movie."
"I was wondering the exact same thing actually."
"I told you I needed three floors that I could do whatever I wanted to. This was what I wanted to do to this one. So futt off okay?"
Josh's eyes grow a little bit wider at the sound of a voice that he knows very well, in fact the entire wrestling world knows that voice. He begins to scan the room and finally he lays eyes on him ... Flap Benovlance! He was standing in the middle of the room beside a wooden chair that had arm and leg straps. Standing their with that goofy big earred grin and a Jack Benvolance T-Shirt on.
"Seriously? Tell me you didn't hire Flap to be my personal trainer?"
"Well yes, it made sense to hire someone who knows you! I wanted someone who knew where to test and Flap seemed like a good choice, in fact he was overjoyed to take the job."
"Anything I can do to help a brother out."
Josh looked at Flap and his big overly suspicous grin and seemed to be thinking things over in his head. Finally he shrugs.
"If anything this will be interesting. So Flap what exactly is your game plan then?"
"I see how it is you futter. No 'Hi Flap how has it been, thanks for helping me out before I get my ass kicked in this gauntlet match because you are futted and have no chance of winning!' We are just going to jump right into it then asshole."
"I'm sorry Flap I didn't mean to offend you. I mean how are you?"
"Dude if you are that easy to trick you might be futted! But I'm good. Now if you could sit in this chair?"
Something about Flap seemed off to Josh as he kept giving him looks that didn't think Flap was all there. Like someone else was in ... control of Flap or something. But that was just weird, Flap was always weird and whatever was about to happen would be, well weird. With reluctance Josh begins to move across the room.
"I don't assume if I ask you what is going on, you'd tell me?"
"No chance! But I will ask Katie to leave the room until we've completed the three floors!"
"No way, I want to see this."
"Lady I am going to strap this Eagles bastard to the seat and make him watch gay animal porn, so I suggest leaving."
Katie looks at Flap unsure if he is kidding, but not knowing the goofy earred fellow she has to take it at face value and with a very disgusted look she turns and leaves the room at a chipper pace.
"Please tell me that was just a joke to get her to leave Flap?"
"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Now sit and shut the futt up."
Josh takes one last sigh and a deep breathe and sits in the chair. Flap smiles and begins to strap him down to the old wooden chair.
"Do we really have to strap me down?"
"Yesum. You won't want to stay sitting for what's coming."
Flap smiles up at Josh as he finishes tying down his legs and then he gets up and walks into the darkness. We can still see his outline standing at what looks to be the edge of a table. Suddenly a light flares on and we see the table Flap is standing at and it's not a very pretty sight. It is covered with various wooden paddles, chairs, chains, brass knuckles, and even a kitchen sink.
"What the hell is that!?"
Josh stares wide eyed at the table and immediatly begins to struggle against the bindings holding him to the chair.
"Mr. Eagles you are going into a futting gauntlet match, you have to beat at least five men in order to become the champion. During this match you are going to be inflicted with more pain then getting dry butt sex, you are going to have to show more stamina then a horny hooker on crack, and your mental endurance is going to have to be greater then that time you futted that Audri chick. I have three floors all set up to test these things and make sure you are ready to face them. This floor is to test your pain tolerance."
"How exactly do you plan on doing that?"
Josh sounds very nervous and he really should be.
"I've looked at your opponents, the ones who will be kicking your ass in a couple of days and I have picked a big move they all like. I have then made up away to simulate that moves pain to your body to see if you can withstand it. I am being nice as I am using my own move instead of using all the opponent who MIGHT win that last chance thingy to get in."
"You know we could have just tried nailing me with those moves instead, right?"
"No I futting couldn't then you'd learn to counter them and that would be useful knowledge!"
"Isn't the point to help and get me better?"
"No the point is to get you tough enough to outlast these other guys because you are going to be one tired mutterfutter by the end of this!"
Without warning Flap produces a big wooden paddle from behind his back and using the flat edge at what looks like nearly full force slams it into Josh's chest. Josh's eyes open wide as he gasps for air the wind nearly knocked out of him.
"Remember that big mutter from last week that you beat? Carter! That is what it would have felt like had he hit you with his little choke powerbomb move. You would have been left breathless, gasping for air. Do you think you could kick out unable to breathe? Do you think you could keep fighting?"
"Screw ... you ...Flap."
Josh is gasping for air and a large red mark has appeared on his chest but he still manages to get the words out. Flap smiles and nods. Flap tosses the wooden paddle down and comes back with a steel chair and smashes it twice over Josh's head. Instantly almost blood begins to trickle down Josh's face.
"Your used to chair shots, but the Penatrator that fellow Obscene delivers will hurt as much as two I imagine. How do you handle that?"
Josh seems a little more alive somehow after that and he shakes his head and a faint smile comes across his face.
"Is that all you got Flap? I remember when you used to be tough. The only thing that is Obscene about that guy is the fact he thinks he's big enough to pull off half the moves he tries."
"That's the attitude. But I ain't close to done yet."
Flap grabs the back of Josh's head and pushes it forward and then with all of his might rips it backwards so he slams into the back of the chair and whiplashes.
"A powerful delayed German Suplex, or the Tommy Gunn. Likey hurts the neck like a mutterfutting biotch and makes your vision blurry."
Josh is squinting in pain but still smiling.
"I could take two or three more of those."
Flap kicks a section of the back of the chair that moves and you can see a wooden panel drive into Josh's back, he screams loudly in pain.
"Goddamn it Flap!"
"Is that what you'll scream when Kaard plant's you with the Adreneline Rush? I don't think it will get you a title anytime soon. As a matter of fact it sounds like you are giving up to me."
"If that's the worst you got then I mine as well give up and go find someone who knows how to inflict pain. You think Kaard even has a shot at beating me? I am more man in my left nut then he has in his whole body."
"Getting angry you little futter? You're going to need it!"
Flap stands in front of Josh and smiles and then steps to the side and full out super kicks him in the face. Josh's head meets foot, which meets wood and Josh's eyes roll back in his head. He seems to be fading in and out of it.
"I needed to strap you down so there was no give or defense to kick you even half as hard as CK can when he delivers a superkick and trust me he is going to want to take your head off."
Josh spits blood from his mouth and he looks beat up.
"Christian Kane? That fake Canadian piece of shit? He has been an insult to our country, an insult to the wrestling world and he doesn't deserve to wear the gold. He will NEVER be the one who stops me! He can kick me into next week for all I care that little move will not keep me down."
"But this will."
Flap walks behind the hair and begins to turn a crank that pushes the chair in on Josh's back bending it at a very weird angle. We can hear it begin to crack as Josh screams in pain. Flap doesn't look overly joyful but comes and stands in front of Josh.
"The sharpshooter. It feels quite close to the Walls of Joshico let me tell you from first hand experience. You've been locked in this move once or twice. I mean Chris Hart has beaten you twice, you've never ever beaten him. I wonder what it will be like to tap to this move?"
Josh continues to contort his face in pain.
"Likely .... likely something close to tapping out to the Walls, you'd know all about that."
Flap twists the lever some more and Josh's back contorts farther.
"Give up Josh. I know the pain is too much."
"Not happening."
Flap again gives it a heavy twist and now Josh's back looks like it's close to having serious damage inflicted.
"Give up you stupid ass mutter futter. There is nothing for you to gain here, nothing for you to prove."
"You don't believe I can win! ... Y ...you don't believe I can handle the pain, take the beating! I'll ... I'll prove you ...wrong!"
Flap grabs the lever staring at Josh and then flicks it the other way with a big smile releasing the move.
"You are one stupid mutter futter."
Josh is breathing heavy clearly still racked with pain as Flap begins to undo the straps that were holding him into the chair.
"Ya well I hung around you for long enough."
"You know that is only a small taste of the pain you are actually going to endure right?"
"Any one of those guys can give me a better beating then that Flap. But trust me, I'll let them break me before I give up and I'll force them to knock me out to actually keep me down for a three count."
"Well you'd better hope so or else everything is going to be useless. I don't think you can pull this out of your damn hat, but if you do I'll be impressed."
"This is what I was born for. I don't normally believe in things like destiny, but if I were to believe I had one. I'd believe I was destined to lead Kingdom of Pride, destined to be their champion. I believe I deserve this and that I have shaped destiny to my own will."
Flap helps Josh out of the chair who is clearly aching and racked with pain but pushes Flap off and stand on his own feet trying to hold his chin high. Blood still dripping from his face, slightly bent over from the pain in his back, a large red welt on his chest.
"By the way before we go on there is one more thing."
Flap then turns and kicks Josh square in the sac with all of his might. Josh's eyes roll into his head as he falls to the ground and Flap takes off running.
"WHEEEEEE!"
I didn't know what hurt more. My head, my back, or now my throbbing nether regions. All of me hurt, this was likely the worst training I had ever received but I had to admit it was going to toughen me up ... if I survived it. This was the first test and Flap had two more tests to put me through. Could I make it? Was I strong enough to get through this? Was it worth breaking my body over? It didn't just apply here it applied to the gauntlet as well. Was that what Flap was trying to show me? Was he trying to teach me what I was going to have to give up for just a tiny metal belt?
No. It was worth it. That belt was worth a million more pain then this. It was the people that I wanted to represent, it was my pride swelling deep inside me that was going to drive me through any pain. This is what I was supposed to learn. Don't let pain be anymore then something in your mind and that is what it was going to be. I was going to get up off this floor, climb the next flight of stairs and see what this crazy bastard had in store for me. Right after my balls stopped hurting.
This was a worthy sacrifice though, I found it fitting that I would have my chance to reach the top of the KoP in this way. I entered KoP promising that I would make an impact, that I would give the fans a champion that they could cheer for, that they could have pride in and I planned on delivery that. Everything leading up to this in my last few years had felt like one big gauntlet, one big training ground that would prepare me for a match of this size. But I wasn't playing in my own court this time. I was on unfamiliar ground and I could sense there was about to be a pissing contest to see whose backyard this would be. Christian Kane wanted nothing more then to take the KoP by storm and make it his. Chris Hart wanted to show that he was main event material, that he could headline a company.
Everyone else in the match had been waiting for their chance to make a name for themselves, to leave their mark somewhere in the wrestling world. We all had our motives, we all had our reason for fighting. It was going to come down to who was more ready for this, who could last it out and figure out how to win it. I was ready for this, nothing else in this world meant more to me then this match. I was going to be the KoP Valiant Champion, I was going to be remembered as the man who lead the return of the Kingdom of Pride. In just days time I was going to mark the greatest achievement of my career.
The room was filled with only a vague light that was beginning to creep in through the bedroom curtains. But it was enough that we were able to see the sprawled out version of Josh Eagles snoring away on his bed in what we can only assume is his hotel room. He looks to be at peace away in some sort of happy dream land, which was a good thing since the alarm clock on the side of the bed was illuminating that the time was 5:52am. Not many but the most dedicated or the working class would be up at that time. Josh was certainly not as working class as one Katie Chang would like him to be and while he was dedicated ... most of that dedication fell to sleep. I mean in his mind there was lot's of time in the day for working out, or match prep, or god forbid running a company.
Josh was about to find his luck though extremely unfortunate as we see the door to his room open and there stands a fully clothed Katie Chang with a wicked evil smile on her face and a large bucket in her hands ... you can see the ice sloshing around in it. Without warning of any sort she hurls the bucket forward flinging the must be ice cold water all across Josh and his bed and there is a scream sounding more then remarkably like a woman as Josh leaps from his bed and huddles to the corner wide eyed and panicked. He quickly begins to look around the room, standing in his boxers shivering until his eyes fall on a grinning Katie and a bucket.
"Rise and shine."
"What the hell are you thinking woman?"
Katie tosses the bucket to the ground and shrugs.
"Seemed like an effective way to get you out of bed."
"An alarm clock would work just as well! Normal people even might come close to considering shaking someone awake or in fact, calling their dwelling before entering! How the heck did you even get in here?"
Katie chuckles and tosses Josh a towel that she had laying ready on the ground. You can tell by the way he is holding it she had warmed it in a dryer or something ahead of time.
"Josh you forget, when you choose to make an apartment inside of Eagles Towers itself and then voice code your door that I will have access. I have access to every room in this building!"
"We will have to change that."
Katie gives a sarcastic smile and sits down on a chair by the edge or the room.
"Maybe we will but for now get your work clothes on, we got business to take care of."
Josh now raises an eyebrow at Katie, stares to the clock and is wide eyed.
"First off Katie it's not even 6am so if you think I'm doing anything you are off your bleeding rocker! Nextly we already made the agreement to no this place type business on account of life threatening, career shortening, but very important gauntlet match that is coming up. Plus you dumped a bucket of ice water on me!"
"Well firstly I am speaking of your workout clothes! You need to train and get ready for this match and I have something prepared for you that is going to help. Next off it wasn't my idea to throw water on you to wake you up, it was HIS idea."
"His? Whose?"
"Your new trainer. You've been slacking a little as of late and while you maybe racking up the wins it's time to make sure you are ready for the big game. He said this was just the first part of the test he has set up to see if you have any chance in this match at all."
Josh looks completely lost, which he is right to look since most people at this point would be very lost.
"Who did you hire? Why the heck did you hire someone? When did it become your right?"
"You will see in due time. Because you need the prep as I just went over. It became my right when the interests of this company became my responsibility and you succeeding puts a good face on Eagles Enterprises. The Valiant Champion as the owner of this company, it has a nice spin to it."
"I'm not doing this for E.E!"
"I am aware that you aren't. You are on some noble quest to give the fans a champion and revamp your career to when you were relevant. I am just making sure we cash in on it is all, no point in letting the potential sales it makes go to waste. Remember that E.E technically owns your rights, a fail safe you put into all your contracts so that way you get extra money by selling merchandise that helps support the company. The percentage E.E makes off your merchandise is around $233,611 a year. Not a ton, but enough."
Josh starts doing some calculations on his fingers and doing math in his head. Likely not a great sign.
"I only make about $48,000 or so off my share of the cuts!"
"Well that is because E.E gets a bigger percentage then you since we as a company tend to donate a lot more money then you as an individual. Plus you make the actual paycheck. From BOTH companies I may add, even though you do very little here."
Josh opens his mouth to argue some more but Katie cuts him off raising her hand.
"That's enough talk. Get dressed, I am tired or looking at you in your boxers, even if you are rather well muscled and nice to look at."
Katie gets up and leaves the room leaving Josh blushing but looking around for clothes to join her on wherever this new adventure is taking him.
30 minutes later 50 stories higher
The room we are in is now much different then Josh's sleeping chambers that were kept below. Only a few small lights are on and they are all hanging from the ceiling and swaying like some sort of horror movies set. The mood is set for that even more by the fact that all the windows in the room have been curtained off with thick black blankets. It looks like desks have been pushed to sides and cubicals taken apart for whatever was going on. Josh and Katie stood looking at the room after just stepping off the elevator.
"What in the blue hell happened to my office space Katie? It looks like something out of a terrible B-horror movie."
"I was wondering the exact same thing actually."
"I told you I needed three floors that I could do whatever I wanted to. This was what I wanted to do to this one. So futt off okay?"
Josh's eyes grow a little bit wider at the sound of a voice that he knows very well, in fact the entire wrestling world knows that voice. He begins to scan the room and finally he lays eyes on him ... Flap Benovlance! He was standing in the middle of the room beside a wooden chair that had arm and leg straps. Standing their with that goofy big earred grin and a Jack Benvolance T-Shirt on.
"Seriously? Tell me you didn't hire Flap to be my personal trainer?"
"Well yes, it made sense to hire someone who knows you! I wanted someone who knew where to test and Flap seemed like a good choice, in fact he was overjoyed to take the job."
"Anything I can do to help a brother out."
Josh looked at Flap and his big overly suspicous grin and seemed to be thinking things over in his head. Finally he shrugs.
"If anything this will be interesting. So Flap what exactly is your game plan then?"
"I see how it is you futter. No 'Hi Flap how has it been, thanks for helping me out before I get my ass kicked in this gauntlet match because you are futted and have no chance of winning!' We are just going to jump right into it then asshole."
"I'm sorry Flap I didn't mean to offend you. I mean how are you?"
"Dude if you are that easy to trick you might be futted! But I'm good. Now if you could sit in this chair?"
Something about Flap seemed off to Josh as he kept giving him looks that didn't think Flap was all there. Like someone else was in ... control of Flap or something. But that was just weird, Flap was always weird and whatever was about to happen would be, well weird. With reluctance Josh begins to move across the room.
"I don't assume if I ask you what is going on, you'd tell me?"
"No chance! But I will ask Katie to leave the room until we've completed the three floors!"
"No way, I want to see this."
"Lady I am going to strap this Eagles bastard to the seat and make him watch gay animal porn, so I suggest leaving."
Katie looks at Flap unsure if he is kidding, but not knowing the goofy earred fellow she has to take it at face value and with a very disgusted look she turns and leaves the room at a chipper pace.
"Please tell me that was just a joke to get her to leave Flap?"
"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Now sit and shut the futt up."
Josh takes one last sigh and a deep breathe and sits in the chair. Flap smiles and begins to strap him down to the old wooden chair.
"Do we really have to strap me down?"
"Yesum. You won't want to stay sitting for what's coming."
Flap smiles up at Josh as he finishes tying down his legs and then he gets up and walks into the darkness. We can still see his outline standing at what looks to be the edge of a table. Suddenly a light flares on and we see the table Flap is standing at and it's not a very pretty sight. It is covered with various wooden paddles, chairs, chains, brass knuckles, and even a kitchen sink.
"What the hell is that!?"
Josh stares wide eyed at the table and immediatly begins to struggle against the bindings holding him to the chair.
"Mr. Eagles you are going into a futting gauntlet match, you have to beat at least five men in order to become the champion. During this match you are going to be inflicted with more pain then getting dry butt sex, you are going to have to show more stamina then a horny hooker on crack, and your mental endurance is going to have to be greater then that time you futted that Audri chick. I have three floors all set up to test these things and make sure you are ready to face them. This floor is to test your pain tolerance."
"How exactly do you plan on doing that?"
Josh sounds very nervous and he really should be.
"I've looked at your opponents, the ones who will be kicking your ass in a couple of days and I have picked a big move they all like. I have then made up away to simulate that moves pain to your body to see if you can withstand it. I am being nice as I am using my own move instead of using all the opponent who MIGHT win that last chance thingy to get in."
"You know we could have just tried nailing me with those moves instead, right?"
"No I futting couldn't then you'd learn to counter them and that would be useful knowledge!"
"Isn't the point to help and get me better?"
"No the point is to get you tough enough to outlast these other guys because you are going to be one tired mutterfutter by the end of this!"
Without warning Flap produces a big wooden paddle from behind his back and using the flat edge at what looks like nearly full force slams it into Josh's chest. Josh's eyes open wide as he gasps for air the wind nearly knocked out of him.
"Remember that big mutter from last week that you beat? Carter! That is what it would have felt like had he hit you with his little choke powerbomb move. You would have been left breathless, gasping for air. Do you think you could kick out unable to breathe? Do you think you could keep fighting?"
"Screw ... you ...Flap."
Josh is gasping for air and a large red mark has appeared on his chest but he still manages to get the words out. Flap smiles and nods. Flap tosses the wooden paddle down and comes back with a steel chair and smashes it twice over Josh's head. Instantly almost blood begins to trickle down Josh's face.
"Your used to chair shots, but the Penatrator that fellow Obscene delivers will hurt as much as two I imagine. How do you handle that?"
Josh seems a little more alive somehow after that and he shakes his head and a faint smile comes across his face.
"Is that all you got Flap? I remember when you used to be tough. The only thing that is Obscene about that guy is the fact he thinks he's big enough to pull off half the moves he tries."
"That's the attitude. But I ain't close to done yet."
Flap grabs the back of Josh's head and pushes it forward and then with all of his might rips it backwards so he slams into the back of the chair and whiplashes.
"A powerful delayed German Suplex, or the Tommy Gunn. Likey hurts the neck like a mutterfutting biotch and makes your vision blurry."
Josh is squinting in pain but still smiling.
"I could take two or three more of those."
Flap kicks a section of the back of the chair that moves and you can see a wooden panel drive into Josh's back, he screams loudly in pain.
"Goddamn it Flap!"
"Is that what you'll scream when Kaard plant's you with the Adreneline Rush? I don't think it will get you a title anytime soon. As a matter of fact it sounds like you are giving up to me."
"If that's the worst you got then I mine as well give up and go find someone who knows how to inflict pain. You think Kaard even has a shot at beating me? I am more man in my left nut then he has in his whole body."
"Getting angry you little futter? You're going to need it!"
Flap stands in front of Josh and smiles and then steps to the side and full out super kicks him in the face. Josh's head meets foot, which meets wood and Josh's eyes roll back in his head. He seems to be fading in and out of it.
"I needed to strap you down so there was no give or defense to kick you even half as hard as CK can when he delivers a superkick and trust me he is going to want to take your head off."
Josh spits blood from his mouth and he looks beat up.
"Christian Kane? That fake Canadian piece of shit? He has been an insult to our country, an insult to the wrestling world and he doesn't deserve to wear the gold. He will NEVER be the one who stops me! He can kick me into next week for all I care that little move will not keep me down."
"But this will."
Flap walks behind the hair and begins to turn a crank that pushes the chair in on Josh's back bending it at a very weird angle. We can hear it begin to crack as Josh screams in pain. Flap doesn't look overly joyful but comes and stands in front of Josh.
"The sharpshooter. It feels quite close to the Walls of Joshico let me tell you from first hand experience. You've been locked in this move once or twice. I mean Chris Hart has beaten you twice, you've never ever beaten him. I wonder what it will be like to tap to this move?"
Josh continues to contort his face in pain.
"Likely .... likely something close to tapping out to the Walls, you'd know all about that."
Flap twists the lever some more and Josh's back contorts farther.
"Give up Josh. I know the pain is too much."
"Not happening."
Flap again gives it a heavy twist and now Josh's back looks like it's close to having serious damage inflicted.
"Give up you stupid ass mutter futter. There is nothing for you to gain here, nothing for you to prove."
"You don't believe I can win! ... Y ...you don't believe I can handle the pain, take the beating! I'll ... I'll prove you ...wrong!"
Flap grabs the lever staring at Josh and then flicks it the other way with a big smile releasing the move.
"You are one stupid mutter futter."
Josh is breathing heavy clearly still racked with pain as Flap begins to undo the straps that were holding him into the chair.
"Ya well I hung around you for long enough."
"You know that is only a small taste of the pain you are actually going to endure right?"
"Any one of those guys can give me a better beating then that Flap. But trust me, I'll let them break me before I give up and I'll force them to knock me out to actually keep me down for a three count."
"Well you'd better hope so or else everything is going to be useless. I don't think you can pull this out of your damn hat, but if you do I'll be impressed."
"This is what I was born for. I don't normally believe in things like destiny, but if I were to believe I had one. I'd believe I was destined to lead Kingdom of Pride, destined to be their champion. I believe I deserve this and that I have shaped destiny to my own will."
Flap helps Josh out of the chair who is clearly aching and racked with pain but pushes Flap off and stand on his own feet trying to hold his chin high. Blood still dripping from his face, slightly bent over from the pain in his back, a large red welt on his chest.
"By the way before we go on there is one more thing."
Flap then turns and kicks Josh square in the sac with all of his might. Josh's eyes roll into his head as he falls to the ground and Flap takes off running.
"WHEEEEEE!"
I didn't know what hurt more. My head, my back, or now my throbbing nether regions. All of me hurt, this was likely the worst training I had ever received but I had to admit it was going to toughen me up ... if I survived it. This was the first test and Flap had two more tests to put me through. Could I make it? Was I strong enough to get through this? Was it worth breaking my body over? It didn't just apply here it applied to the gauntlet as well. Was that what Flap was trying to show me? Was he trying to teach me what I was going to have to give up for just a tiny metal belt?
No. It was worth it. That belt was worth a million more pain then this. It was the people that I wanted to represent, it was my pride swelling deep inside me that was going to drive me through any pain. This is what I was supposed to learn. Don't let pain be anymore then something in your mind and that is what it was going to be. I was going to get up off this floor, climb the next flight of stairs and see what this crazy bastard had in store for me. Right after my balls stopped hurting.
