Post by Josh Eagles on Jul 31, 2010 17:32:15 GMT -5
In my long career there were very few things that I could say were absolutes. Today and so early on in the day there was one thing I could say was an absolute and that was Flap was crazy. I am not talking your basic run of the mill crazy, but a clinically certified off his rocker nut case. I could feel pain throbbing through most of my body after the beating he had laid on me, trying to see where my threshold ended and he knew that I wasn't going go give up that easily. But above the stairs and onto the next floor I was going to have to face the next warped challenge that he had thought up. This was going to be coming from a man who had once Shooting Star Pressed from the top of a steel cage, the man who had once staged his own wife's death to show he was ruthless. The man you could never predict.
Flap and I went back a long ways and he knew me well. He knew how much I could take and I knew he was going to try and break me. I had to believe that was the point of this, not to truly learn from him but to survive. If I survived then I would learn about myself, I would realize my own inner strength. But the cost was going to be great and I needed to know if I was ready to pay it? Could I rise to the occasion and beat Flap's test? Was I prepared to enter the gauntlet match in days time and put my career on the line to compete for the grandest title that the KoP had to offer? There was no question about it. I was ready. I had been awaiting a chance like this for months. It was going to be more then just winning a belt, it would be starting a franchise in motion, it would be setting the tone for the new KoP. I was ready to be a leader, I would not stand in the shadows any longer.
For a while now the camera has been pointed at a very different room. It is full of bright and vibrant light and the sound of music pumping around in the background. There are weights everywhere, various different workout machines. It almost looks like the floor was transformed into a gym. Flap is sitting in the middle of the room leaning against a treadmill and sipping on a Dr. Pepper, he looked relaxed watching the stairs waiting to see if Josh would manage to pull himself together and make the climb. He even looked fairly impressed when through the door came Josh looking at him with a smirk on his face saying he wouldn't be beaten even if he looked to be barely standing, blood now dried and caked to his face.
"Took a little longer then I expected you to. You sure you can do this bucko?"
"As long as we aren't talking anymore nut shots Flap I can take whatever you can throw at me."
Josh struggles to hold himself up without using the wall, letting himself be held with as much pride as his battered body can possibly muster.
"Good, good. Now comes the hard part you futter! Dealing with the pain is easy, it's being able to move and continue on when that pain is inflicted that is hard. So this little room is my futting super awesome stamina room. It's designed to give you the toughest and fastest workout you've ever had all while hurting like your Dad just spanked your goat in front of you."
"That makes no sense."
"Shut the futt up! Now this is pretty simple, all you have to do is endure 1/2 hour of intense training."
Josh smiles rolling his eyes knowing that 1/2 hour normal at intense level for him isn't easy let alone 1/2 hour in his current condition.
"Let's just get this started."
Flap gives one heck of an evil smile and steps forward grinning from ear to ear.
"You are going to run for 3 minutes on the treadmill at a 65 degree uphill incline. Jump off the treadmill and hit 10 sets of 8 reps on a 160lbs bench press. Then I want you to give me 50 sit ups, 50 push ups, and 50 crunches. Then we are going to rinse wash and repeated until you have done it all five times."
Even Josh looks immensely shocked by that bit of news.
"You want 250 sit ups, 250 push ups, 250 crunches, and the treadmill and weight lifting all done in just 1/2 hour?"
"Yes I do you futting pussy and every second of it is going to hurt like a bitch now GO!"
Flap pulls out a whistle and gives it a blow and releasing a deep sigh Josh takes off for the treadmill and begins to run.
"You are going to have to dig deep Josh and find that well you've never found before. You want to be a champion again? Then you are going to have to show the world you can do something that none of them think you can do! How badly do you want it ... show me you futter!"
Flap continues to yell at Josh who switches over to the weights and goes at them hard with Flap breathing in his face. Josh looks focused and doesn't seem to have the time to respond to Flap's gibes or jeers even as pain begins to etch it's way across his face.
"Do you think that Chris Hart or Christian Kane plan on letting their bodies be broken? Do you think anyone is going to go down without a hard fight? This is what it's all about Beagles, it's about taking it to the next level, fighting through the futting pain and coming out on top. But to be honest I don't think you have the balls to handle it, I think you lost them years ago."
Every word Flap says seems to tighten the concentration on Josh's face and he begins to work harder. Sweat is dripping off him in buckets clearly stinging the places he now has open wounds, but none of it seems capable of slowing Josh down. He is a man on a mission.
"I remember the Josh Eagles who came to the UWL. NOW that mutter futter was crazy! Nothing could beat him, nobody could beat him. He lost his first match because he PASSED out from the futting pain. Where did that guy go? Where did the guy who has no quit in his body go?"
This had been going on for sometime now and the 1/2 hour was nearly up. As a matter of fact Josh finished his final crunch and then stood straight up.
"He didn't go anywhere Flap! He is right here and I just showed you. Do you think your little pain and endurance tests are enough to stop me, to teach me a lesson. I can handle that in my sleep! The fools stepping into the ring with me don't even understand what they are getting themselves into!"
Flap smiles as Josh gets into his face saying that Flap can't beat him. It looked like it may even be so. Josh was barely standing, his body was a mixture of blood and sweat but he was standing defiant in front of his tormentor refusing to give even just a little.
"One more test to go then. I guess even I'll admit your body is ready for this. You've got what it takes physically to make it through a futting suicide match like this ... but do you got the mental capacity to survive?"
Flap smiles and turns away from Josh heading toward the stairs and Josh follows him as they make their decent up to the floor above them. This was to be the final place of Flap's testing and what one would assume would be the worst. But all we can see is nothing, blackness surrounds the room.
"What's the plan now? Ask me to trust you as you touch me in a dark room?"
The response to the question is the lights flicking on and Josh's draw dropping as he falls to his knees. This room was very different then the others, this room was very personal. Everywhere there were pictures and video screens playing different things, but they all had one thing in common ... they were all of Josh's past failures. Pictures of Jack holding a belt, tapes of Josh being pinned, his wife Jeska being slammed to the ground, him losing the UWL World Title, multiple different things all over the place.
"This is my proudest and most defining moment. Everyone has skeletons in their closet Josh it just sucks to be you that yours are so open and easy. I call this room the Failures of an Eagles."
"How the hell does this help me Flap? What the heck is all of this for?"
"Well you idiot this is what you have made yourself into ... a joke, a laughing stock. Every time you have ever promised or guaranteed you were going to do something and you failed at doing it; they are all represented in this room. There are an awful lot of them aren't there."
"We can't always keep our promises, we can't predict the future like that."
All signs of physical exhaustion seems to have been wiped from Josh and pure mental anguish was in it's place.
"Well for you it's a common thread that people have picked up on Josh! You see you my feathery friend are the kind of guy who makes other people better that is the Josh you've become. Your futting well useless to yourself, you can't follow through on your big game. We've all heard you say that the big stage doesn't make you nervous but you are futting terrified of it. You are terrified of losing and because of that you fail every damn time."
Josh looks around the room at each momento that Flap had set up and he seems to be vividly reliving each moment.
"You're right. I have failed time and time again and maybe I am scared. Who wouldn't be? I work tirelessly to be the best that I can be so it's unnerving to think that maybe I can't cut it."
"That fear is a weakness you tit."
"No Flap that is where your wrong. My fear is my greatest strength because I understand it, I know I have it, and I deal with it. Do you think my opponents are going to enter this with no fear? No they are going to be terrified but they will talk tough, act tough, do what they can to hide it from even themselves. I won't do that and because of that I will win!"
Flap begins to laugh quite loudly at the prospect of Josh winning anything in the near future.
"You think you are meant to win? You think you actually have what it takes to beat all these people who want to rip you apart. There are no friends in this one, you are alone."
"I'm not alone you are wrong. I've got thousands of people who believe in me, who think I can do this and who want me to do this. I will walk out as the champion, I will endure and survive and I will finally leave my mark on the world of wrestling. Nobody will ever be able to say I didn't EARN this win or that I don't deserve it. I'm not taking shortcuts anymore, I am fighting for what I have to and it will pay off."
"If you actually ..."
"That's enough Flap, I've seen all I need to see. I'm physically and mentally ready for this. If you thought that you could get into my head, deter me from the match or slow me down in anyway you are very wrong. I'll wear every lump and bruise I get with pride. I'll take any breaks I get as being part of the cost for success and I will endure. In the end I am going to watch as six other people lose and I rise up from the warzone a champion, a hero, someone the world will remember. Nobody will ever doubt Josh Eagles again!"
Without saying another word Josh turns and storms away from Flap a fire burning in his eyes like we've never seen before. His face a picture of determination. Josh Eagles was going to walk out of Return of the Kingdom as the Valiant Champion and it was becoming more and more clear that nobody was going to stop him.
Flap and I went back a long ways and he knew me well. He knew how much I could take and I knew he was going to try and break me. I had to believe that was the point of this, not to truly learn from him but to survive. If I survived then I would learn about myself, I would realize my own inner strength. But the cost was going to be great and I needed to know if I was ready to pay it? Could I rise to the occasion and beat Flap's test? Was I prepared to enter the gauntlet match in days time and put my career on the line to compete for the grandest title that the KoP had to offer? There was no question about it. I was ready. I had been awaiting a chance like this for months. It was going to be more then just winning a belt, it would be starting a franchise in motion, it would be setting the tone for the new KoP. I was ready to be a leader, I would not stand in the shadows any longer.
For a while now the camera has been pointed at a very different room. It is full of bright and vibrant light and the sound of music pumping around in the background. There are weights everywhere, various different workout machines. It almost looks like the floor was transformed into a gym. Flap is sitting in the middle of the room leaning against a treadmill and sipping on a Dr. Pepper, he looked relaxed watching the stairs waiting to see if Josh would manage to pull himself together and make the climb. He even looked fairly impressed when through the door came Josh looking at him with a smirk on his face saying he wouldn't be beaten even if he looked to be barely standing, blood now dried and caked to his face.
"Took a little longer then I expected you to. You sure you can do this bucko?"
"As long as we aren't talking anymore nut shots Flap I can take whatever you can throw at me."
Josh struggles to hold himself up without using the wall, letting himself be held with as much pride as his battered body can possibly muster.
"Good, good. Now comes the hard part you futter! Dealing with the pain is easy, it's being able to move and continue on when that pain is inflicted that is hard. So this little room is my futting super awesome stamina room. It's designed to give you the toughest and fastest workout you've ever had all while hurting like your Dad just spanked your goat in front of you."
"That makes no sense."
"Shut the futt up! Now this is pretty simple, all you have to do is endure 1/2 hour of intense training."
Josh smiles rolling his eyes knowing that 1/2 hour normal at intense level for him isn't easy let alone 1/2 hour in his current condition.
"Let's just get this started."
Flap gives one heck of an evil smile and steps forward grinning from ear to ear.
"You are going to run for 3 minutes on the treadmill at a 65 degree uphill incline. Jump off the treadmill and hit 10 sets of 8 reps on a 160lbs bench press. Then I want you to give me 50 sit ups, 50 push ups, and 50 crunches. Then we are going to rinse wash and repeated until you have done it all five times."
Even Josh looks immensely shocked by that bit of news.
"You want 250 sit ups, 250 push ups, 250 crunches, and the treadmill and weight lifting all done in just 1/2 hour?"
"Yes I do you futting pussy and every second of it is going to hurt like a bitch now GO!"
Flap pulls out a whistle and gives it a blow and releasing a deep sigh Josh takes off for the treadmill and begins to run.
"You are going to have to dig deep Josh and find that well you've never found before. You want to be a champion again? Then you are going to have to show the world you can do something that none of them think you can do! How badly do you want it ... show me you futter!"
Flap continues to yell at Josh who switches over to the weights and goes at them hard with Flap breathing in his face. Josh looks focused and doesn't seem to have the time to respond to Flap's gibes or jeers even as pain begins to etch it's way across his face.
"Do you think that Chris Hart or Christian Kane plan on letting their bodies be broken? Do you think anyone is going to go down without a hard fight? This is what it's all about Beagles, it's about taking it to the next level, fighting through the futting pain and coming out on top. But to be honest I don't think you have the balls to handle it, I think you lost them years ago."
Every word Flap says seems to tighten the concentration on Josh's face and he begins to work harder. Sweat is dripping off him in buckets clearly stinging the places he now has open wounds, but none of it seems capable of slowing Josh down. He is a man on a mission.
"I remember the Josh Eagles who came to the UWL. NOW that mutter futter was crazy! Nothing could beat him, nobody could beat him. He lost his first match because he PASSED out from the futting pain. Where did that guy go? Where did the guy who has no quit in his body go?"
This had been going on for sometime now and the 1/2 hour was nearly up. As a matter of fact Josh finished his final crunch and then stood straight up.
"He didn't go anywhere Flap! He is right here and I just showed you. Do you think your little pain and endurance tests are enough to stop me, to teach me a lesson. I can handle that in my sleep! The fools stepping into the ring with me don't even understand what they are getting themselves into!"
Flap smiles as Josh gets into his face saying that Flap can't beat him. It looked like it may even be so. Josh was barely standing, his body was a mixture of blood and sweat but he was standing defiant in front of his tormentor refusing to give even just a little.
"One more test to go then. I guess even I'll admit your body is ready for this. You've got what it takes physically to make it through a futting suicide match like this ... but do you got the mental capacity to survive?"
Flap smiles and turns away from Josh heading toward the stairs and Josh follows him as they make their decent up to the floor above them. This was to be the final place of Flap's testing and what one would assume would be the worst. But all we can see is nothing, blackness surrounds the room.
"What's the plan now? Ask me to trust you as you touch me in a dark room?"
The response to the question is the lights flicking on and Josh's draw dropping as he falls to his knees. This room was very different then the others, this room was very personal. Everywhere there were pictures and video screens playing different things, but they all had one thing in common ... they were all of Josh's past failures. Pictures of Jack holding a belt, tapes of Josh being pinned, his wife Jeska being slammed to the ground, him losing the UWL World Title, multiple different things all over the place.
"This is my proudest and most defining moment. Everyone has skeletons in their closet Josh it just sucks to be you that yours are so open and easy. I call this room the Failures of an Eagles."
"How the hell does this help me Flap? What the heck is all of this for?"
"Well you idiot this is what you have made yourself into ... a joke, a laughing stock. Every time you have ever promised or guaranteed you were going to do something and you failed at doing it; they are all represented in this room. There are an awful lot of them aren't there."
"We can't always keep our promises, we can't predict the future like that."
All signs of physical exhaustion seems to have been wiped from Josh and pure mental anguish was in it's place.
"Well for you it's a common thread that people have picked up on Josh! You see you my feathery friend are the kind of guy who makes other people better that is the Josh you've become. Your futting well useless to yourself, you can't follow through on your big game. We've all heard you say that the big stage doesn't make you nervous but you are futting terrified of it. You are terrified of losing and because of that you fail every damn time."
Josh looks around the room at each momento that Flap had set up and he seems to be vividly reliving each moment.
"You're right. I have failed time and time again and maybe I am scared. Who wouldn't be? I work tirelessly to be the best that I can be so it's unnerving to think that maybe I can't cut it."
"That fear is a weakness you tit."
"No Flap that is where your wrong. My fear is my greatest strength because I understand it, I know I have it, and I deal with it. Do you think my opponents are going to enter this with no fear? No they are going to be terrified but they will talk tough, act tough, do what they can to hide it from even themselves. I won't do that and because of that I will win!"
Flap begins to laugh quite loudly at the prospect of Josh winning anything in the near future.
"You think you are meant to win? You think you actually have what it takes to beat all these people who want to rip you apart. There are no friends in this one, you are alone."
"I'm not alone you are wrong. I've got thousands of people who believe in me, who think I can do this and who want me to do this. I will walk out as the champion, I will endure and survive and I will finally leave my mark on the world of wrestling. Nobody will ever be able to say I didn't EARN this win or that I don't deserve it. I'm not taking shortcuts anymore, I am fighting for what I have to and it will pay off."
"If you actually ..."
"That's enough Flap, I've seen all I need to see. I'm physically and mentally ready for this. If you thought that you could get into my head, deter me from the match or slow me down in anyway you are very wrong. I'll wear every lump and bruise I get with pride. I'll take any breaks I get as being part of the cost for success and I will endure. In the end I am going to watch as six other people lose and I rise up from the warzone a champion, a hero, someone the world will remember. Nobody will ever doubt Josh Eagles again!"
Without saying another word Josh turns and storms away from Flap a fire burning in his eyes like we've never seen before. His face a picture of determination. Josh Eagles was going to walk out of Return of the Kingdom as the Valiant Champion and it was becoming more and more clear that nobody was going to stop him.
