Post by Eddie Black on Nov 19, 2013 18:42:13 GMT
Rachel’s trusty handi cam comes to life on the image of Eddie Black, topless, drenched in sweat wearing a pair of mma shorts as he preps for his big match against Jake “The Ace” Conway this coming weekend. Eddie is currently doing squats with a pair of 35LB dumb bells, as he comes up he presses them over his shoulders.
“And there he is, the conquering hero. He stepped in the ring this past Monday night against an Icon and he did not flinch, he did not back down and in the end he choked the Icon out and showed that sometimes all there is to a reputation is words.”
Black shakes his head at the narration as he presses the dumb bells again.
“You’d think after such a huge win Eddie would be out drinking, celebrating, hunting or something else consider redneckish, however he is right back here in the gym training for his next opponent.”
Black tries to concentrate but obviously she’s trying to get his attention.
“Eddie Black, the man with the crush on Lance Ryan.”
“Alright.”
Black drops both the dumb bells and turns to a now giggling Rachel.
“First, knowin’ who the hell ya facin’ isn’t a man crush, Lance, it’s called bein’ fuckin’ smart. The whole damn federation had a collective orgasm when they announced his return match, ya honestly expected me ta step in the ring with a ‘Icon’ and not do some fuckin’ research?”
Rachel is extremely amused as she continues to laugh behind the camera.
“Yeah, I coulda stepped out there like Lance, assumin’ my fuckin’ legendary status on the independent scene would carry me to a victory but instead I researched the arrogant prick and I choked him the fuck out.”
“Oh relax Eddie, I’m only teasing you.”
He squints both his eyes as he walks toward her trying to hide his own amusement.
“Whatcha gonna tell me next that I’ve got a crush on Conway simply for callin’ him out?”
“Absolutely not, that’s just a simple case of infatuation.”
“Infatuation?”
“Yup, it’s all you’ve talked about every single week on television for the last month.”
“Ya damn right it is because I want me a piece of that pompous sum bitches ass! Did ya see him Monday night? Cuttin’ a fuckin’ promo on me from a remote fuckin’ location!? I was in the arena, I was wrestlin’ my damn ass off and when it was all said an done I was callin’ him out and where was he? Sippin’ a fuckin’ martini, ironin’ his tights remembering the glory days!?”
Black looks pretty heated even though Rachel is clearly enjoying the rant.
“Well he was pretty big over in NCW.”
“Pretty big? PRETTY BIG!? The fuck are ya smokin’ woman?”
Black is actually perplexed as he rubs his head and walks around in a small and frustrated circle.
“Conway was mid card at best. At best! At worst he was the number one lackey to the stars. Steve Awesome, Roberto Verona, the fuckin’ perennial brides maid! An yeah, I know what perennial means!”
The giggling is nearly uncontrollable.
“An now he’s what? Gracin’ us with his presence at Survival of the Fittest when he finally steps into the ring with the man whose been callin’ his ass out for weeks? Fan fuckin’ tastic. I’m glad ya sat on ya ass an waited all damn month to respond to me when all ya had to do was drag yer ass off the fuckin’ fancy sofa and step in the ring with me on any given night. Oh what? Ya gracin’ the fans with yer superior in ring ability? Fuck yaself. Fans ain’t buyin’ this show to see ya with ya over inflated sense of self importance. Ya a fuckin’ joke an I’m a show ya just how much of one when I leave ya ass countin’ the lights like ya fuckin’ buddy Lance Ryan!”
Black finally steps away and takes a breath before heading back over to his weights. He drops down on the bench and grabs one of the 35LB dumb bells and begins curling.
“That’s Eddie Black, ever the master of the English language, painting pictures with his words that make grown men weep.”
He mutters the numbers under his breath, clearly still annoyed.
“However as angry as he is, as feed up and annoyed as is, Jake ‘The Ace’ Conway was stepping into the ring with an advantage against our hero Black.”
His focus was momentarily broken by that.
“While his passion for a great fight carried him past the ‘Icon’ known as Lance Ryan, Jake Conway didn’t fight to further his own agenda, no, he fought with the Power of Love and it is this power and passion that will carry him to yet another victory unless Eddie can find that own power within himself to-“
“The fuck are ya talkin’ about?”
Black dropped the weight again and stood up.
“I’m just saying, Jake Conway isn’t an ordinary man, he’s a passionate warrior with the love of a good woman and as long as he’s got Kathleen by his side there isn’t anyone who can hold him down. Sure he may lose every big match situation against most if not all of the real legends of the business but as long as Kathleen is by his side well it’s all worth it.”
“Ya smokin’ the crack rock aren’t ya?”
“I’m calling it like I see it. Perhaps if you wrestled for a certain someone special you too could be the greatest man to ever live within the confines of your own psyche?”
“An maybe if I could smoke my own pole I’d be full o’myself too.”
“Perhaps he does yoga.”
“Perhaps he’s a bitch.”
Black sneers into the camera, still pretty feed up with the one way verbal tag he’s been playing with Jake Conway for the last few weeks.
“I don’t give a fuck what he fights for or who. Fightin’ for his woman got him to the show but never in his fuckin’ career has he been the show. Nuff fuckin’ said.”
Black turned back to his training equipment, circumventing the weights on the ground and beginning a set of burpess.
“Thing is Jake as much as I appreciate your wife’s advice a few weeks ago, I don’t appreciate you sticking your nose into our business. Say what you want but we all know you couldn’t stand someone like Eddie Black running your name through the mud. Helping me when it looked like Diamond was going to lay me out had nothing to do with defending a helpless woman, it had everything to do with making Eddie look like an asshole after threatening you.”
Black completed his burpees and walked over to the speed ball and begin to hit and dodge it.
“That man right there, the one arrogant pricks like you and Lance look down on, he’s the future of the IWF. He’s got just as much passion and drive as anyone else. He’s been touring the world, wrestling in front of anyone anywhere he could since he was 17 and he isn’t going to stop until his body gives out on him. This match, while it’s a chance for you to prove to yourself that you can still go with the young guys out there, for Eddie? It’s just another opportunity to showcase why he’s the best at being brutal and why IWF wanted him so bad. You dug your hole Jake, Eddie’s just going to put you in it.”
Black twists and nails the speed ball with a devastating right hook. He turns back around and looks at the camera.
“I’ll admit Conway, ya name means something to some people an I’m all about increasing my net worth, so puttin’ you out is gonna be my pleasure.”
Black walked across the small gym as Rachel kept filming him, he grabbed his black towel and wiped the sweat off his body before walking up to Rachel. He reached for the camera and placed it down on a near by bench, we could just make out their reflections in the mirror, Rachel’s hair was tied back and she wore an Eddie Black t-shirt over a pair of grey jeans.
“Rach, there’s somethin’ I been meanin’ to ask ya…”
Eddie reaches for his bag but she stops him.
“Me first.”
He looked a little confused as Rachel dropped to a knee.
“Eddie Black, will you be my trainer?”
“What?”
“I want our relationship to take the next step, I want to see what it’s like to walk a mile in your shoes, I want to wrestle.”
Eddie looked ridiculously proud.
“Ya kiddin’?”
“Not at all.”
“Hell yeah I’ll train ya.”
She popped up off her knee and wrapped herself around him, he did the same. Despite his attempts to constantly come off like a bad ass he looked extremely happy at the moment.
“Damn woman, I though ya’d never ask.”
“I guess I’m full of surprises. Do me a favor though?”
“What’s that?”
“Save your question for a truly special night.”
“Ya got it.”
Black kissed her, she kissed back and the two actually almost look cute together. Eddie beamed for a moment before heading off to the showers to get cleaned up. Rachel’s phone rang, she seems to forget that the camera is still on and we can see her in the mirror as she answers.
“Hello?... No I asked him to train me… Look we share everything 50/50 as it is… Listen…”
The happiness that was all over her face a moment ago melts away as she talks to whoever it is on the other end of the phone.
“Please listen… You’ll get your money I swear… No I don’t want people to find out… Ok, ok… Yes I know I will talk to him… I’m sure he won’t have a problem making me his manager….”
The worry is evident in her voice, whoever it is scares her.
“Fine, yes… I’ll talk to him just please keep it a secret… He doesn’t need to know what happened in Japan…”
Whoever it is hangs up and Rachel drops her arms to her side, she slumps against the mirror and slowly slides down onto her backside dropping her head in her hands. The battery light begins to flash in the lower right hand corner as the handi cam loses power and we go to black…
“And there he is, the conquering hero. He stepped in the ring this past Monday night against an Icon and he did not flinch, he did not back down and in the end he choked the Icon out and showed that sometimes all there is to a reputation is words.”
Black shakes his head at the narration as he presses the dumb bells again.
“You’d think after such a huge win Eddie would be out drinking, celebrating, hunting or something else consider redneckish, however he is right back here in the gym training for his next opponent.”
Black tries to concentrate but obviously she’s trying to get his attention.
“Eddie Black, the man with the crush on Lance Ryan.”
“Alright.”
Black drops both the dumb bells and turns to a now giggling Rachel.
“First, knowin’ who the hell ya facin’ isn’t a man crush, Lance, it’s called bein’ fuckin’ smart. The whole damn federation had a collective orgasm when they announced his return match, ya honestly expected me ta step in the ring with a ‘Icon’ and not do some fuckin’ research?”
Rachel is extremely amused as she continues to laugh behind the camera.
“Yeah, I coulda stepped out there like Lance, assumin’ my fuckin’ legendary status on the independent scene would carry me to a victory but instead I researched the arrogant prick and I choked him the fuck out.”
“Oh relax Eddie, I’m only teasing you.”
He squints both his eyes as he walks toward her trying to hide his own amusement.
“Whatcha gonna tell me next that I’ve got a crush on Conway simply for callin’ him out?”
“Absolutely not, that’s just a simple case of infatuation.”
“Infatuation?”
“Yup, it’s all you’ve talked about every single week on television for the last month.”
“Ya damn right it is because I want me a piece of that pompous sum bitches ass! Did ya see him Monday night? Cuttin’ a fuckin’ promo on me from a remote fuckin’ location!? I was in the arena, I was wrestlin’ my damn ass off and when it was all said an done I was callin’ him out and where was he? Sippin’ a fuckin’ martini, ironin’ his tights remembering the glory days!?”
Black looks pretty heated even though Rachel is clearly enjoying the rant.
“Well he was pretty big over in NCW.”
“Pretty big? PRETTY BIG!? The fuck are ya smokin’ woman?”
Black is actually perplexed as he rubs his head and walks around in a small and frustrated circle.
“Conway was mid card at best. At best! At worst he was the number one lackey to the stars. Steve Awesome, Roberto Verona, the fuckin’ perennial brides maid! An yeah, I know what perennial means!”
The giggling is nearly uncontrollable.
“An now he’s what? Gracin’ us with his presence at Survival of the Fittest when he finally steps into the ring with the man whose been callin’ his ass out for weeks? Fan fuckin’ tastic. I’m glad ya sat on ya ass an waited all damn month to respond to me when all ya had to do was drag yer ass off the fuckin’ fancy sofa and step in the ring with me on any given night. Oh what? Ya gracin’ the fans with yer superior in ring ability? Fuck yaself. Fans ain’t buyin’ this show to see ya with ya over inflated sense of self importance. Ya a fuckin’ joke an I’m a show ya just how much of one when I leave ya ass countin’ the lights like ya fuckin’ buddy Lance Ryan!”
Black finally steps away and takes a breath before heading back over to his weights. He drops down on the bench and grabs one of the 35LB dumb bells and begins curling.
“That’s Eddie Black, ever the master of the English language, painting pictures with his words that make grown men weep.”
He mutters the numbers under his breath, clearly still annoyed.
“However as angry as he is, as feed up and annoyed as is, Jake ‘The Ace’ Conway was stepping into the ring with an advantage against our hero Black.”
His focus was momentarily broken by that.
“While his passion for a great fight carried him past the ‘Icon’ known as Lance Ryan, Jake Conway didn’t fight to further his own agenda, no, he fought with the Power of Love and it is this power and passion that will carry him to yet another victory unless Eddie can find that own power within himself to-“
“The fuck are ya talkin’ about?”
Black dropped the weight again and stood up.
“I’m just saying, Jake Conway isn’t an ordinary man, he’s a passionate warrior with the love of a good woman and as long as he’s got Kathleen by his side there isn’t anyone who can hold him down. Sure he may lose every big match situation against most if not all of the real legends of the business but as long as Kathleen is by his side well it’s all worth it.”
“Ya smokin’ the crack rock aren’t ya?”
“I’m calling it like I see it. Perhaps if you wrestled for a certain someone special you too could be the greatest man to ever live within the confines of your own psyche?”
“An maybe if I could smoke my own pole I’d be full o’myself too.”
“Perhaps he does yoga.”
“Perhaps he’s a bitch.”
Black sneers into the camera, still pretty feed up with the one way verbal tag he’s been playing with Jake Conway for the last few weeks.
“I don’t give a fuck what he fights for or who. Fightin’ for his woman got him to the show but never in his fuckin’ career has he been the show. Nuff fuckin’ said.”
Black turned back to his training equipment, circumventing the weights on the ground and beginning a set of burpess.
“Thing is Jake as much as I appreciate your wife’s advice a few weeks ago, I don’t appreciate you sticking your nose into our business. Say what you want but we all know you couldn’t stand someone like Eddie Black running your name through the mud. Helping me when it looked like Diamond was going to lay me out had nothing to do with defending a helpless woman, it had everything to do with making Eddie look like an asshole after threatening you.”
Black completed his burpees and walked over to the speed ball and begin to hit and dodge it.
“That man right there, the one arrogant pricks like you and Lance look down on, he’s the future of the IWF. He’s got just as much passion and drive as anyone else. He’s been touring the world, wrestling in front of anyone anywhere he could since he was 17 and he isn’t going to stop until his body gives out on him. This match, while it’s a chance for you to prove to yourself that you can still go with the young guys out there, for Eddie? It’s just another opportunity to showcase why he’s the best at being brutal and why IWF wanted him so bad. You dug your hole Jake, Eddie’s just going to put you in it.”
Black twists and nails the speed ball with a devastating right hook. He turns back around and looks at the camera.
“I’ll admit Conway, ya name means something to some people an I’m all about increasing my net worth, so puttin’ you out is gonna be my pleasure.”
Black walked across the small gym as Rachel kept filming him, he grabbed his black towel and wiped the sweat off his body before walking up to Rachel. He reached for the camera and placed it down on a near by bench, we could just make out their reflections in the mirror, Rachel’s hair was tied back and she wore an Eddie Black t-shirt over a pair of grey jeans.
“Rach, there’s somethin’ I been meanin’ to ask ya…”
Eddie reaches for his bag but she stops him.
“Me first.”
He looked a little confused as Rachel dropped to a knee.
“Eddie Black, will you be my trainer?”
“What?”
“I want our relationship to take the next step, I want to see what it’s like to walk a mile in your shoes, I want to wrestle.”
Eddie looked ridiculously proud.
“Ya kiddin’?”
“Not at all.”
“Hell yeah I’ll train ya.”
She popped up off her knee and wrapped herself around him, he did the same. Despite his attempts to constantly come off like a bad ass he looked extremely happy at the moment.
“Damn woman, I though ya’d never ask.”
“I guess I’m full of surprises. Do me a favor though?”
“What’s that?”
“Save your question for a truly special night.”
“Ya got it.”
Black kissed her, she kissed back and the two actually almost look cute together. Eddie beamed for a moment before heading off to the showers to get cleaned up. Rachel’s phone rang, she seems to forget that the camera is still on and we can see her in the mirror as she answers.
“Hello?... No I asked him to train me… Look we share everything 50/50 as it is… Listen…”
The happiness that was all over her face a moment ago melts away as she talks to whoever it is on the other end of the phone.
“Please listen… You’ll get your money I swear… No I don’t want people to find out… Ok, ok… Yes I know I will talk to him… I’m sure he won’t have a problem making me his manager….”
The worry is evident in her voice, whoever it is scares her.
“Fine, yes… I’ll talk to him just please keep it a secret… He doesn’t need to know what happened in Japan…”
Whoever it is hangs up and Rachel drops her arms to her side, she slumps against the mirror and slowly slides down onto her backside dropping her head in her hands. The battery light begins to flash in the lower right hand corner as the handi cam loses power and we go to black…
Well howdy there pardner.