Post by P.K. Jacob-Sterling on Aug 14, 2010 21:18:15 GMT -5
So here I am! Sitting on a plane, staring aimlessly into to the back of a old guy's bald spot to see if I had anything in my teeth. No shit, the guy's head looked like a marble. I've been sitting on this stupid airplane, getting antsy and starting to get angry. I was seated next to the snore-er, someone who slumps on your shoulder and does you a favor by slobbering it down, giving me his germs. I mean I don't mind germs as along as I'm the one giving them.
But hey, I can't be picky, it's better than nothin'. This is waaaaaaay better than the crappy Indy Company I was in before. But I digress—know what, NO I don’t digress! That place was shitty, dressing in hall ways, always smelling Doritos and sack musk. It was totally not cool, even for a guy who wasn’t making a lot of cash. Oh, don’t give me that look like I’m exaggerating! Here…take a look!]
Two Months Ago…
San Francisco, California
Two Months and Still In This Crappy Place…
I was sitting down wrapping my wrists up with a I-could-care-less look in my eyes. Another day, another night of being treated like a fucking dog. I asked that fat ass running this crap hole to do something about this smell. And yet again he ignores me like I’m not worth his time. It’s like I’m invisible or something; like he doesn’t have the time to talk to me. I just gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my anger. I had to have a level head tonight. Wrestling was the only thing that was going for me right now, and putting that sweatball sitting in the back on blast wouldn’t make me look good.
So I kept quiet, tending to my attire, making sure everything was okay. I took a breath—what the fuck is that sme—the air turned from raw sewage to spoiled garbage. My face turned every direction, finally I let out a loud groan. I looked up and saw a bright tacky looking suit. He was standing in the doorway, wiping his face off with a cloth. From the way he was sweating he’d been out in the heat. God, it smelled like it too. I looked up and just sighed, keep yourself calm, don’t freak out, ignore the smell…even thought it smells like rotten fish.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: What can I do you for?
Promoter: … I wanted to know if you were ready tonight.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: ‘Course, got my wrestlin’ boots, mah wrestlin’ tights, my kick ass wrist tape, I’m good to go!
I give him a fake smile and bat my eyes. He spits out a peanut shell and then pops another nut in his mouth.
Promoter: Don’t fuck this up kid, your whining been stirring shit up. And to be honest I should’ve kicked your ass to the curb a long time ago.
He lowers his cheap shades and eyes me, like he was trying to strike fear into my soul, ooooo I’m fucking shaking.
Promoter:The battle royal is next, try not to mess this up. You lose...
I look up at him and then smirk to myself.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Alright, we...went over this, this battle royal would put me in that title match.
Promoter: You...lose...
He was going to screw me out of this, I just knew he'd pull some crap like this behind my back. I smirk and then scoff, shaking my head.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Yeah...okay you got it...I lose.
He turns away from me and then walks out. I get up and walk calmly to the door.
SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!
He wasn't going to screw me out of this thing. If he thought he won, then he had another thing coming. There was no way in hell I would let this ass screw me out of another match. He was in for a rude awakening tonight. I looked away from the door for a moment, trying to calm myself. I turn back and see a slip of paper. I read it over...a smile started to form on my face. Oh yeah...I got a lot to say here tonight.
Moments later...
In the ring...
Everyone's gonna get an EARFUL!
This match was insane, bodies flying everywhere. People hitting the outside. It was mayhem, I looked around at the carnage. So he wanted to eliminate me huh? He wanted to make me out of some big joke? Well then he would see what happens when you decide that when you screw with me, you end up getting fucked in the end. I looked at the others fighting. I grab one guy by his head and throw him over the rope. I watch him soar and hit the bottom.
Wrestler 1: What the hell are you doing P.K.?
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: This.
I kick him in his nuts and throw him over the top too. I had no friends at this point, oh no, friends weren't in this ring. All I saw were guys who came before me. Guys that fat ass in the back put over before me. Little pawns on his fuckin' chess piece. At this point of time, I had every damned right to be bitter. EVERYTHING that he put me through he'd pay for in this match.
Wrestler 2: Dude, you aren't suppose to be eliminating everyone!
I grab him and hit a DDT, spiking him right on his head. I pick his body up and fling him over the ropes.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: This is been brewing for a long time now! Stay the hell out of it!
I turn back and kick one guy in the face who tried to stop me. I threw him over too. No one would get in my way tonight! After a few moments, everyone was eliminated. No one could escape my anger. I looked at the announcer and shoved him away. I took the mic and let out a sigh.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: ALRIGHT, I'm gonna be honest with you folks, tonight, I wasn't suppose to win. I wasn't suppose to move on for a title match, that I worked my ass off to get. Want to know why...? Our lardass of a boss doesn't like me!
I lean over the ropes and look at the ramp.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: YUP, that's right ladies and gentlemen, our boss doesn't like me, because I've got a mind of my own. Oh no we can't have that, noooo, no, no, no! We have to be a brain-dead zombie who'll follow the boss's rules. But what if those rules are just a way for the big guy to get the say-so with the things that happen. See, that's the problem with people that have power: they always try to force it on others, like me.
Security came out to take me out of the ring. I bash'em both with the mic hard and I sit on one of them, talking.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: You know, all this time, I wanted respect. That's all I asked from this place. I came in day in and day out, working until I couldn't even get up in the morning to get ready for another day of work. All I asked from this place was to show me the respect I showed them. Show me that type of honor, that I could give back to you. A business can't run off until everyone's on point with each other. It just so happened the boss didn't see us as individuals.
No, we were like cattle to him. We racked in the big money, and he just took it for himself. It leeched off of you guys too. All of these guys I had to eliminate are prime examples why I fucking hate this place! I didn't come into wrestling because of this bull. No, I came in because I thought it was something I would enjoy. I thought maybe, JUST MAYBE, this place was the right start for my career.
I catch my breath, the security guard under my started to move. I cocked back and bashed him in the skull with the mic again.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: But it seems that I can't speak my mind about the problems with this small company. No, instead of fixing the problems, I'm on the receiving end of a punishment. A punishment which is bias, and completely stupid. And THAT ladies and gentlemen brings me to my next subject!
I pull a piece of paper out from my tights. I unfold it and then start to read it.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: *Ahem*
I look at the crowd and skip that part.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling:
I hold the letter up into the air. The crowd was silent, I smirked and laughed lightly.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: I bet my ENTIRE paycheck that this place, is better than anything else this dump can offer me. So ladies and gents, I'm sorry, but I must GO! You might see me on T.V.! PEACE!
I get off the security guard and head towards the back. I could see it not, fatty's face is has red as a sausage.
Moments Later...
Heading to the Locker Room...
I'M FREE!
I walked to my locker room with a happy expression. Not only did I bash Porky, but I got offered to a big time company. Maybe my luck is changing? There I saw him, his face was red, he was sweating, and he looked like he was gonna have a heart attack. I stop in my tracks and look at him in a nonchalant manner.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Evenin' boss.
Promoter: You ARROGANT...PIECE...OF SCUM! YOU KNEW THE SCRIPT! NOT ONLY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK SLOPPY, BUT YOU BREACHED YOUR CONTRACT!
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Oh c'mon, stop acting like you're surprised. You and me both know this day was comin'. I mean, if you would've actually acted like a BOSS, maybe you wouldn't be losing me.
Promoter: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY T-- You know what, I don't care. I'm cutting your pay!!!!
And just like that...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
Fat ass goes down from a right hook courtesy of...ME! He laid on the floor, trying to make out what hit him. I squat down and glare into his eyes.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: How about this: You can take your cheap change...and shove it down your throat. I quit.
I step on him and into my locker room. I looked inside of my bag to find my phone. I smirk and then dial the number on the letter. I waited, God I hope they pick up.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Hello?
...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Hi, I received a letter from your company and--
...I blink some.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Yes, this is P.K. Jacob-Sterling.
...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Whoa...?
...My eyes light up and I grin.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Uh yeah, I'll be able to compete during that time.
...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Thank you.
I hang up and then look at Tubby who's still on the ground. I grab my stuff and I was on my way. I didn't have to see this place anymore...good riddance.
Present Time...
Airplane...
Now You All Know...
So there you have it, I went from smelling sour pork every time I entered a locker room to being on a big time wrestling brand. I'm liking the results. Well for the most part...I could probably do better without this guy making my shirt his slobber napkin. The intercom comes on. Looking up, I hear the pilot's voice. We were landing in a few minutes. Thank God, I nudge the sleeping slobber machine.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Hey! Hey, wake up! We're getting off soon, you can stop giving me your germs.
The guy looks down at my shirt and give me a "I'm sorry" look. I roll my eyes and get ready to get off. They said a camera guy was waiting for me...wanted to cut a promo. Great, the first thing I want them to see if me covered in spit.
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P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Is it on?
Cameraman: Yeah.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Cool, cool, hey do I have anything in my teeth?
Cameraman: No you're good...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Alright.
Cameraman: So...why is your right shoulder covered in drool...?
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: ...No comment.
Cameraman: Right, anyway...you're on in...
5...
4...
3...
2..
1...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: My name, is P.K. Jacob-Sterling. For the past few years, I've made it my dream to become a good wrestler. Not just good, good is an understatement. No, I want to be a global phenomenon. I want people people to chant my names, wear my T-shirts, hell, maybe get a quickie from a groupie from time to time. Those are the perks I want, but in order to get those, I have to work for them. I hate to say it until then I'm just a guppy in a pond full of big ass predators who wanna eat me alive.
I'm willing to say it, I'm not perfect. However, I know my abilities, and I know what I can do in that ring. Even if I can't win this match (giving myself the benefit of the doubt) there gonna see what type of wrestler I am. I'm not some pushover with a pretty kick ass haircut, and a body that would make a chick have to change her undies from just staring at it. I'm dedicated, and I want to work as hard as I can to build a history here in Pride.
But, I won't make and promises. To be honest, these two guys I'm facing might be the type of guys who like raping new meat like myself. And I'm looking forward to that ...no homo. I'm looking forward to whatever type of clusterfuck that's gonna be going down tonight. No sirree you won't seem be walking funny to the ring because I shit myself. I'm gonna man up, poke my chest our and do my job.
That's what they hired me for, and that's what's going to happen. Believe me...once you've has a little glimpse at me, you'll want more. So yeah, tonight...get ready for some cool spots and shit....well...that's it...I gotta...go now. SEE YA!
I wave at the camera once and walk towards my ride. The scene fades away slowly.
KINGDOM OF PRIDE, HERE I COME! (no homo)
End
But hey, I can't be picky, it's better than nothin'. This is waaaaaaay better than the crappy Indy Company I was in before. But I digress—know what, NO I don’t digress! That place was shitty, dressing in hall ways, always smelling Doritos and sack musk. It was totally not cool, even for a guy who wasn’t making a lot of cash. Oh, don’t give me that look like I’m exaggerating! Here…take a look!]
Two Months Ago…
San Francisco, California
Two Months and Still In This Crappy Place…
I was sitting down wrapping my wrists up with a I-could-care-less look in my eyes. Another day, another night of being treated like a fucking dog. I asked that fat ass running this crap hole to do something about this smell. And yet again he ignores me like I’m not worth his time. It’s like I’m invisible or something; like he doesn’t have the time to talk to me. I just gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my anger. I had to have a level head tonight. Wrestling was the only thing that was going for me right now, and putting that sweatball sitting in the back on blast wouldn’t make me look good.
So I kept quiet, tending to my attire, making sure everything was okay. I took a breath—what the fuck is that sme—the air turned from raw sewage to spoiled garbage. My face turned every direction, finally I let out a loud groan. I looked up and saw a bright tacky looking suit. He was standing in the doorway, wiping his face off with a cloth. From the way he was sweating he’d been out in the heat. God, it smelled like it too. I looked up and just sighed, keep yourself calm, don’t freak out, ignore the smell…even thought it smells like rotten fish.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: What can I do you for?
Promoter: … I wanted to know if you were ready tonight.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: ‘Course, got my wrestlin’ boots, mah wrestlin’ tights, my kick ass wrist tape, I’m good to go!
I give him a fake smile and bat my eyes. He spits out a peanut shell and then pops another nut in his mouth.
Promoter: Don’t fuck this up kid, your whining been stirring shit up. And to be honest I should’ve kicked your ass to the curb a long time ago.
He lowers his cheap shades and eyes me, like he was trying to strike fear into my soul, ooooo I’m fucking shaking.
Promoter:The battle royal is next, try not to mess this up. You lose...
I look up at him and then smirk to myself.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Alright, we...went over this, this battle royal would put me in that title match.
Promoter: You...lose...
He was going to screw me out of this, I just knew he'd pull some crap like this behind my back. I smirk and then scoff, shaking my head.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Yeah...okay you got it...I lose.
He turns away from me and then walks out. I get up and walk calmly to the door.
SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!
He wasn't going to screw me out of this thing. If he thought he won, then he had another thing coming. There was no way in hell I would let this ass screw me out of another match. He was in for a rude awakening tonight. I looked away from the door for a moment, trying to calm myself. I turn back and see a slip of paper. I read it over...a smile started to form on my face. Oh yeah...I got a lot to say here tonight.
Moments later...
In the ring...
Everyone's gonna get an EARFUL!
This match was insane, bodies flying everywhere. People hitting the outside. It was mayhem, I looked around at the carnage. So he wanted to eliminate me huh? He wanted to make me out of some big joke? Well then he would see what happens when you decide that when you screw with me, you end up getting fucked in the end. I looked at the others fighting. I grab one guy by his head and throw him over the rope. I watch him soar and hit the bottom.
Wrestler 1: What the hell are you doing P.K.?
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: This.
I kick him in his nuts and throw him over the top too. I had no friends at this point, oh no, friends weren't in this ring. All I saw were guys who came before me. Guys that fat ass in the back put over before me. Little pawns on his fuckin' chess piece. At this point of time, I had every damned right to be bitter. EVERYTHING that he put me through he'd pay for in this match.
Wrestler 2: Dude, you aren't suppose to be eliminating everyone!
I grab him and hit a DDT, spiking him right on his head. I pick his body up and fling him over the ropes.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: This is been brewing for a long time now! Stay the hell out of it!
I turn back and kick one guy in the face who tried to stop me. I threw him over too. No one would get in my way tonight! After a few moments, everyone was eliminated. No one could escape my anger. I looked at the announcer and shoved him away. I took the mic and let out a sigh.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: ALRIGHT, I'm gonna be honest with you folks, tonight, I wasn't suppose to win. I wasn't suppose to move on for a title match, that I worked my ass off to get. Want to know why...? Our lardass of a boss doesn't like me!
I lean over the ropes and look at the ramp.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: YUP, that's right ladies and gentlemen, our boss doesn't like me, because I've got a mind of my own. Oh no we can't have that, noooo, no, no, no! We have to be a brain-dead zombie who'll follow the boss's rules. But what if those rules are just a way for the big guy to get the say-so with the things that happen. See, that's the problem with people that have power: they always try to force it on others, like me.
Security came out to take me out of the ring. I bash'em both with the mic hard and I sit on one of them, talking.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: You know, all this time, I wanted respect. That's all I asked from this place. I came in day in and day out, working until I couldn't even get up in the morning to get ready for another day of work. All I asked from this place was to show me the respect I showed them. Show me that type of honor, that I could give back to you. A business can't run off until everyone's on point with each other. It just so happened the boss didn't see us as individuals.
No, we were like cattle to him. We racked in the big money, and he just took it for himself. It leeched off of you guys too. All of these guys I had to eliminate are prime examples why I fucking hate this place! I didn't come into wrestling because of this bull. No, I came in because I thought it was something I would enjoy. I thought maybe, JUST MAYBE, this place was the right start for my career.
I catch my breath, the security guard under my started to move. I cocked back and bashed him in the skull with the mic again.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: But it seems that I can't speak my mind about the problems with this small company. No, instead of fixing the problems, I'm on the receiving end of a punishment. A punishment which is bias, and completely stupid. And THAT ladies and gentlemen brings me to my next subject!
I pull a piece of paper out from my tights. I unfold it and then start to read it.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: *Ahem*
Dear P.K.,
We've been watching you from afar. No, we aren't the CIA, and no we aren't the guys you owe two pounds of--
We've been watching you from afar. No, we aren't the CIA, and no we aren't the guys you owe two pounds of--
I look at the crowd and skip that part.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling:
We're a company that thrives on competition. We don't just think you'd make a great fit in our company, we KNOW you will. We can tell that you aren't happy. From the way you move in the ring, you aren't satisfied with the type of exposure you want. We have a proposition: Come wrestle for us. Athletes like you don't deserve to be in small businesses like this. We believe that if you give us time, you'll be in the right position you think is right too. We hope you hear from you again. The number and the email address is on the back of this paper. Please think about the offer.
Your Friends,
Kingdom of Pride Wrestling
Kingdom of Pride Wrestling
I hold the letter up into the air. The crowd was silent, I smirked and laughed lightly.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: I bet my ENTIRE paycheck that this place, is better than anything else this dump can offer me. So ladies and gents, I'm sorry, but I must GO! You might see me on T.V.! PEACE!
I get off the security guard and head towards the back. I could see it not, fatty's face is has red as a sausage.
Moments Later...
Heading to the Locker Room...
I'M FREE!
I walked to my locker room with a happy expression. Not only did I bash Porky, but I got offered to a big time company. Maybe my luck is changing? There I saw him, his face was red, he was sweating, and he looked like he was gonna have a heart attack. I stop in my tracks and look at him in a nonchalant manner.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Evenin' boss.
Promoter: You ARROGANT...PIECE...OF SCUM! YOU KNEW THE SCRIPT! NOT ONLY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK SLOPPY, BUT YOU BREACHED YOUR CONTRACT!
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Oh c'mon, stop acting like you're surprised. You and me both know this day was comin'. I mean, if you would've actually acted like a BOSS, maybe you wouldn't be losing me.
Promoter: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY T-- You know what, I don't care. I'm cutting your pay!!!!
And just like that...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
Fat ass goes down from a right hook courtesy of...ME! He laid on the floor, trying to make out what hit him. I squat down and glare into his eyes.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: How about this: You can take your cheap change...and shove it down your throat. I quit.
I step on him and into my locker room. I looked inside of my bag to find my phone. I smirk and then dial the number on the letter. I waited, God I hope they pick up.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Hello?
...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Hi, I received a letter from your company and--
...I blink some.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Yes, this is P.K. Jacob-Sterling.
...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Whoa...?
...My eyes light up and I grin.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Uh yeah, I'll be able to compete during that time.
...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Thank you.
I hang up and then look at Tubby who's still on the ground. I grab my stuff and I was on my way. I didn't have to see this place anymore...good riddance.
Present Time...
Airplane...
Now You All Know...
So there you have it, I went from smelling sour pork every time I entered a locker room to being on a big time wrestling brand. I'm liking the results. Well for the most part...I could probably do better without this guy making my shirt his slobber napkin. The intercom comes on. Looking up, I hear the pilot's voice. We were landing in a few minutes. Thank God, I nudge the sleeping slobber machine.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Hey! Hey, wake up! We're getting off soon, you can stop giving me your germs.
The guy looks down at my shirt and give me a "I'm sorry" look. I roll my eyes and get ready to get off. They said a camera guy was waiting for me...wanted to cut a promo. Great, the first thing I want them to see if me covered in spit.
.................................................................
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Is it on?
Cameraman: Yeah.
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Cool, cool, hey do I have anything in my teeth?
Cameraman: No you're good...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: Alright.
Cameraman: So...why is your right shoulder covered in drool...?
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: ...No comment.
Cameraman: Right, anyway...you're on in...
5...
4...
3...
2..
1...
P.K. Jacob-Sterling: My name, is P.K. Jacob-Sterling. For the past few years, I've made it my dream to become a good wrestler. Not just good, good is an understatement. No, I want to be a global phenomenon. I want people people to chant my names, wear my T-shirts, hell, maybe get a quickie from a groupie from time to time. Those are the perks I want, but in order to get those, I have to work for them. I hate to say it until then I'm just a guppy in a pond full of big ass predators who wanna eat me alive.
I'm willing to say it, I'm not perfect. However, I know my abilities, and I know what I can do in that ring. Even if I can't win this match (giving myself the benefit of the doubt) there gonna see what type of wrestler I am. I'm not some pushover with a pretty kick ass haircut, and a body that would make a chick have to change her undies from just staring at it. I'm dedicated, and I want to work as hard as I can to build a history here in Pride.
But, I won't make and promises. To be honest, these two guys I'm facing might be the type of guys who like raping new meat like myself. And I'm looking forward to that ...no homo. I'm looking forward to whatever type of clusterfuck that's gonna be going down tonight. No sirree you won't seem be walking funny to the ring because I shit myself. I'm gonna man up, poke my chest our and do my job.
That's what they hired me for, and that's what's going to happen. Believe me...once you've has a little glimpse at me, you'll want more. So yeah, tonight...get ready for some cool spots and shit....well...that's it...I gotta...go now. SEE YA!
I wave at the camera once and walk towards my ride. The scene fades away slowly.
KINGDOM OF PRIDE, HERE I COME! (no homo)
End
