Post by brady on Mar 23, 2022 11:41:31 GMT
It’s closing in on the Clash At The Canyon super show. Many are getting ready for an epic lineup of World League Championship Wrestling’s best that will be performing. However, there is one man that appears less than enthusiastic right now. That man is “Road Dogg” Jesse James. He appears to you standing in front of what appears to be an advertisement poster for the super show. He’s staring at his phone.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: The world is an amazing place. Ain’t it? This little cellphone, it goes in your pocket. It walks around with you, in a sense, all day. You have to caress it and protect it because if you let it fall one time or one hundred times, it could shatter into a million pieces. Just like a heart can shatter.
James places the phone in his left hip pocket and looks at the camera. His look of dejection is painted on his face like you’d see from a famous painter.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: You know who this is. It’s me, it’s me, it’s the D-O- double- G. And I just…
James pauses and shakes his head. There has to be something on one’s mind very stunning to cause you to stop abruptly. Especially when a man like Jesse James is clearly cutting a typical start to what may be a typical Road Dogg wrestling promotional speech. James gathers himself to continue.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: So, guys, I’m just gonna get real. You know I always am and always will be. Frankly, it’s not any secret that I got a really good wrestler to mentor and brought him into World League Championship Wrestling. He showed ability and looked capable enough to learn to run in the sport and be a star. He actually did want my guidance. But, for some reason, he seemed to misunderstand what I wanted to do for him. See, I told him time and again of things I was doing. Those things were to just bring a bit of conversation to all you fans when he came around. They didn’t make sense to him. Hell, I couldn’t make sense of what I was doing at times. I just felt like I was making choices to help get him recognized.
Jesse shrugs.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: I guess it backfired. I didn’t see it coming. Apparently, the more I did my thing, the thinking of this young man increased that he would have to do things for himself. I mean, he told me he felt like that since he started in professional wrestling. Alone. On his own. Screwed over. The details to these emotions he explained to me, I saw just as much youthful inexperience as I did youthful ignorance. He spoke up more than he should have. He alienated himself when he shouldn’t have. The guy even got kicked out of a company after one or two matches because he complained about something so simple like his place in the undercard. Sheer ignorance. It’s an ignorance all the greats had in their early careers at one time or another. Including ole Road Dogg here. Maybe I even had the ignorance after I was high on the hog, as a main event on the big time cards. My goal was to just teach him that things can change.
At this moment, Billy Gunn walks into the scene.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Then, Ministry of Brady shoots out of his mouth and starts a run toward the toilet. Dogg, how many times are you gonna tell this story to me? To other people?!
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Billy, at least fill them in on why callin’ me out.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Sure thing, Dogg. Fans, Brady Booker, the wrestler that he is, isn’t the man he agreed to be for Jesse James. Don’t get me wrong guys. The wrestler known as Brady Booker, as his manager tried to make him out to be for commercialization purposes, had the ultimate chip on his shoulder. He’s a young man wanting a dream as an athlete, but not as specifically a professional wrestler. So far, in his career, he’s half assed things. He’s said “screw you” to promotions in the past, just like he’s basically told Road Dogg Jesse James “screw you.” All for a dream of football notoriety. In the Canadian Football League, no less. I guess, I guess there are CFL tryouts in several U. S. states this spring and Brady Booker is going on tour for tryouts. Road Dogg here, he asked…no, he begged the guy to start that journey after Clash At The Canyon. Brady Booker only replied, via phone call and text I might add, not even in person! Brady Booker replied that he couldn’t risk injury during a huge pay-per-view event. So, he’s cut and run! The coward is a worthless piec–
James motions for Gunn to stop.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Billy, Billy, Billy. He’s wanting to live his dream. He called Mick Foley’s office and told them first. At least he was man enough to do that.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Yeah, they called you about it. How is that man enough exactly? Couldn’t tell his gosh dang manager first?
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: I get it, he was embarrassed. He’s done what he’s done though. We can’t turn back now.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Ok. But you had to beg to keep this match with Sydal, man. They were going to scrap it. You’re lucky that you got a doctor’s report last week.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Not lucky, I was trying to get something going for that “Ministry of Brady.” But, my version wasn’t his version. He was looking at miracles to happen. I was being realistic.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Brady Booker is an asshole for doing this to you. He may be a pro wrestler in the future, but he’s gonna have to get his shit together.
There’s a pause as the harsh words seem to echo. Was Brady being selfish or just chasing a dream? Could you still see him as a wrestler? Who knows. What is known now is that, apparently, Matt Sydal will be facing someone else.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Oh, and Matt Sydal, you didn't know? Well now your ass better call somebody! Cause Billy Gunn is going to be at Clash At The Canyon! He’s gonna be there to accompany your new opponent…
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: The Road Dogg Jesse James!
The New Age Outlaws rock a high five, because that’s about all they can do to celebrate.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: So, Matt, buddy, jump around that ring all you want, grasshopp'r. Feel as froggy as you can! Hop to the top turnbuckles and fly. Just you remember that it’s gonna be a long way down when the Road Dogg leaves your body crashed in a heap on the canvas.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: And if you ain’t down with that, we got two words for ya!
The Outlaws both crotch chop as they yell “Suck it!” Fade to black.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: The world is an amazing place. Ain’t it? This little cellphone, it goes in your pocket. It walks around with you, in a sense, all day. You have to caress it and protect it because if you let it fall one time or one hundred times, it could shatter into a million pieces. Just like a heart can shatter.
James places the phone in his left hip pocket and looks at the camera. His look of dejection is painted on his face like you’d see from a famous painter.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: You know who this is. It’s me, it’s me, it’s the D-O- double- G. And I just…
James pauses and shakes his head. There has to be something on one’s mind very stunning to cause you to stop abruptly. Especially when a man like Jesse James is clearly cutting a typical start to what may be a typical Road Dogg wrestling promotional speech. James gathers himself to continue.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: So, guys, I’m just gonna get real. You know I always am and always will be. Frankly, it’s not any secret that I got a really good wrestler to mentor and brought him into World League Championship Wrestling. He showed ability and looked capable enough to learn to run in the sport and be a star. He actually did want my guidance. But, for some reason, he seemed to misunderstand what I wanted to do for him. See, I told him time and again of things I was doing. Those things were to just bring a bit of conversation to all you fans when he came around. They didn’t make sense to him. Hell, I couldn’t make sense of what I was doing at times. I just felt like I was making choices to help get him recognized.
Jesse shrugs.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: I guess it backfired. I didn’t see it coming. Apparently, the more I did my thing, the thinking of this young man increased that he would have to do things for himself. I mean, he told me he felt like that since he started in professional wrestling. Alone. On his own. Screwed over. The details to these emotions he explained to me, I saw just as much youthful inexperience as I did youthful ignorance. He spoke up more than he should have. He alienated himself when he shouldn’t have. The guy even got kicked out of a company after one or two matches because he complained about something so simple like his place in the undercard. Sheer ignorance. It’s an ignorance all the greats had in their early careers at one time or another. Including ole Road Dogg here. Maybe I even had the ignorance after I was high on the hog, as a main event on the big time cards. My goal was to just teach him that things can change.
At this moment, Billy Gunn walks into the scene.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Then, Ministry of Brady shoots out of his mouth and starts a run toward the toilet. Dogg, how many times are you gonna tell this story to me? To other people?!
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Billy, at least fill them in on why callin’ me out.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Sure thing, Dogg. Fans, Brady Booker, the wrestler that he is, isn’t the man he agreed to be for Jesse James. Don’t get me wrong guys. The wrestler known as Brady Booker, as his manager tried to make him out to be for commercialization purposes, had the ultimate chip on his shoulder. He’s a young man wanting a dream as an athlete, but not as specifically a professional wrestler. So far, in his career, he’s half assed things. He’s said “screw you” to promotions in the past, just like he’s basically told Road Dogg Jesse James “screw you.” All for a dream of football notoriety. In the Canadian Football League, no less. I guess, I guess there are CFL tryouts in several U. S. states this spring and Brady Booker is going on tour for tryouts. Road Dogg here, he asked…no, he begged the guy to start that journey after Clash At The Canyon. Brady Booker only replied, via phone call and text I might add, not even in person! Brady Booker replied that he couldn’t risk injury during a huge pay-per-view event. So, he’s cut and run! The coward is a worthless piec–
James motions for Gunn to stop.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Billy, Billy, Billy. He’s wanting to live his dream. He called Mick Foley’s office and told them first. At least he was man enough to do that.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Yeah, they called you about it. How is that man enough exactly? Couldn’t tell his gosh dang manager first?
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: I get it, he was embarrassed. He’s done what he’s done though. We can’t turn back now.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Ok. But you had to beg to keep this match with Sydal, man. They were going to scrap it. You’re lucky that you got a doctor’s report last week.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Not lucky, I was trying to get something going for that “Ministry of Brady.” But, my version wasn’t his version. He was looking at miracles to happen. I was being realistic.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: Brady Booker is an asshole for doing this to you. He may be a pro wrestler in the future, but he’s gonna have to get his shit together.
There’s a pause as the harsh words seem to echo. Was Brady being selfish or just chasing a dream? Could you still see him as a wrestler? Who knows. What is known now is that, apparently, Matt Sydal will be facing someone else.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: Oh, and Matt Sydal, you didn't know? Well now your ass better call somebody! Cause Billy Gunn is going to be at Clash At The Canyon! He’s gonna be there to accompany your new opponent…
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: The Road Dogg Jesse James!
The New Age Outlaws rock a high five, because that’s about all they can do to celebrate.
ROAD DOGG JESSE JAMES: So, Matt, buddy, jump around that ring all you want, grasshopp'r. Feel as froggy as you can! Hop to the top turnbuckles and fly. Just you remember that it’s gonna be a long way down when the Road Dogg leaves your body crashed in a heap on the canvas.
BAD ASS BILLY GUNN: And if you ain’t down with that, we got two words for ya!
The Outlaws both crotch chop as they yell “Suck it!” Fade to black.