Post by Pax Stormcrow on Oct 6, 2022 2:53:34 GMT
“So let me get this straight. Ya lost your balls and are moping around cause you got dumped?”
“Spoon it’s more than just that. Like that was maybe a trigger, but it’s way more complicated than that.”
“It’s really not, kid. You got dumped, made you all introspective and sad. You just didn’t notice it cause you had your pissed period. Ya know, that moment when a chick leaves you and you are just pissed all the time. You got past that, and now you’re gonna mope around.”
Pax stared at Witherspoon as the man took a drink from his beer.
“That doesn’t even make any sense. I still got those issues I have.”
“No you don’t. Cause your issues are made up bullshit. You are a goddamn good performer. All this criticism you think you’re gonna face doesn’t exist man. You are an ass kicker. Quit sulking about it and get to kicking ass.”
“You’re not getting it! I can understand all that. What’s fucking me up is that I have no motivation! What’s the point in all of this?”
Witherspoon stares Pax, mouth hanging open.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I got no purpose Spoon. I’m just drifting along.”
“To Win you dummy!”
“There needs to be something more…”
“Oh you dumb bitch. This isn’t a fuckin story Pax. You don’t always need some high and lofty goal!”
“You don’t g…”
“Why did you want to go to the Olympics?”
“What?”
Witherspoon let out a deep sigh.
“You idiot. Ever since you switched to pro to help your mom you’ve been fighting for someone else. You forgot the point of the god damn sport. Of any Sport. To push yourself. To fucking win. Your dumb ass is to hung up on being the hero.”
“I don’t know why I came here. You obviously wouldn’t understand. Fuck you Spoon.”
Pax staggered to his feet and out the door.
~~~
Later as he lay in the tub with a good source of the Hotel’s ice Pax reflected back on what Witherspoon had said. He lets out a frustrated breath. It was true, when he was training for the olympics he was doing it for glory. For the love of the sport. Was that enough of a motivation?
Was there any motivation more worthy?
Pax let out another heavy sigh, dunking his head under the water. Blowing out a few bubbles as the cold water prickled along his skin. He sits up, rubbing the water from his eyes.
“I’ll be damned if I let the old bastard know he was right.”
_______________________
Pax’s vlog opens with him sitting at a desk in a hotel room. A smile on his face as he looks into the camera.
“What up Neechie’s, It’s ya boi and I’m already back into the swing of things. Took down Lambchop and not I got a shot at the World Television title and the first main event of Odyssey!”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Ya love to see it. It’s an honor to be in that sort of spot at this time. One that I don’t intend to let pass me by. So Nick Knight. First every 2x World TV champion. That’s great. You earned that belt around your waist. I’m gonna be honest, huge amount of respect for you. You have had a long, impressive career. You were questioning staying around but you found the motivation that you needed to stay. The Motivation to continue your legacy. I respect that. I am once again proud to be sharing a ring with you.”
A small smile crosses his face.
“But I bet you ain’t happy about it. After all, you yourself said you couldn’t take me in the ring. Not in a stand up fight. You plan to use every dirty trick you have, and ya know what? Use em. I’m good enough to win despite that. I am the longest reigning World Television Champion. The people who have more defenses than me? They just handed a shot out to whoever wanted one. Hell some of them didn’t have to ask. The only person who managed to beat me was someone from another company that was damned impossible to get scouting reports on. So ya, me and that belt have history and we got a future too.”
Pax cracks his neck slightly.
“Sorry that your reign has gotta be like that old man, but you bet your ass I’m coming to take back what’s mine. Going to make history in more ways than one, Knight. Bring everything you got. Skoden.”
He flashes two fingers at the camera.
“Peace Out.”
“Spoon it’s more than just that. Like that was maybe a trigger, but it’s way more complicated than that.”
“It’s really not, kid. You got dumped, made you all introspective and sad. You just didn’t notice it cause you had your pissed period. Ya know, that moment when a chick leaves you and you are just pissed all the time. You got past that, and now you’re gonna mope around.”
Pax stared at Witherspoon as the man took a drink from his beer.
“That doesn’t even make any sense. I still got those issues I have.”
“No you don’t. Cause your issues are made up bullshit. You are a goddamn good performer. All this criticism you think you’re gonna face doesn’t exist man. You are an ass kicker. Quit sulking about it and get to kicking ass.”
“You’re not getting it! I can understand all that. What’s fucking me up is that I have no motivation! What’s the point in all of this?”
Witherspoon stares Pax, mouth hanging open.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I got no purpose Spoon. I’m just drifting along.”
“To Win you dummy!”
“There needs to be something more…”
“Oh you dumb bitch. This isn’t a fuckin story Pax. You don’t always need some high and lofty goal!”
“You don’t g…”
“Why did you want to go to the Olympics?”
“What?”
Witherspoon let out a deep sigh.
“You idiot. Ever since you switched to pro to help your mom you’ve been fighting for someone else. You forgot the point of the god damn sport. Of any Sport. To push yourself. To fucking win. Your dumb ass is to hung up on being the hero.”
“I don’t know why I came here. You obviously wouldn’t understand. Fuck you Spoon.”
Pax staggered to his feet and out the door.
~~~
Later as he lay in the tub with a good source of the Hotel’s ice Pax reflected back on what Witherspoon had said. He lets out a frustrated breath. It was true, when he was training for the olympics he was doing it for glory. For the love of the sport. Was that enough of a motivation?
Was there any motivation more worthy?
Pax let out another heavy sigh, dunking his head under the water. Blowing out a few bubbles as the cold water prickled along his skin. He sits up, rubbing the water from his eyes.
“I’ll be damned if I let the old bastard know he was right.”
_______________________
Pax’s vlog opens with him sitting at a desk in a hotel room. A smile on his face as he looks into the camera.
“What up Neechie’s, It’s ya boi and I’m already back into the swing of things. Took down Lambchop and not I got a shot at the World Television title and the first main event of Odyssey!”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Ya love to see it. It’s an honor to be in that sort of spot at this time. One that I don’t intend to let pass me by. So Nick Knight. First every 2x World TV champion. That’s great. You earned that belt around your waist. I’m gonna be honest, huge amount of respect for you. You have had a long, impressive career. You were questioning staying around but you found the motivation that you needed to stay. The Motivation to continue your legacy. I respect that. I am once again proud to be sharing a ring with you.”
A small smile crosses his face.
“But I bet you ain’t happy about it. After all, you yourself said you couldn’t take me in the ring. Not in a stand up fight. You plan to use every dirty trick you have, and ya know what? Use em. I’m good enough to win despite that. I am the longest reigning World Television Champion. The people who have more defenses than me? They just handed a shot out to whoever wanted one. Hell some of them didn’t have to ask. The only person who managed to beat me was someone from another company that was damned impossible to get scouting reports on. So ya, me and that belt have history and we got a future too.”
Pax cracks his neck slightly.
“Sorry that your reign has gotta be like that old man, but you bet your ass I’m coming to take back what’s mine. Going to make history in more ways than one, Knight. Bring everything you got. Skoden.”
He flashes two fingers at the camera.
“Peace Out.”
Well howdy there pardner.