Ah must break you

[Buck Spencer]

This train is rollin’, Big ‘Ol Buck Spencer...well, maybe not big, but you catch mah drift. Ah ain’t slowin; down for nobody. Devlin and me? We ran through our competition in The Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen, we showed them that it don’t matter how much experience ya got, it don’t matter how many times ya take the high road over the easier path…

When raw talent stands in your way.

Now, ah know, a lotta people are gonna be sayin’ that Devlin carried me in that match….and those people can eat mah ass, cause ah ain’t let nobody carry my sorry ass from the moment ah walked into this company. Ah was given’ a chance, and ah snatched at it with both hands, ah took the ball, and did what ah do best! Ah ran!

Ah almost scored that motherfuckin’ touchdown too.

It was like, first and inches….but Devlin snatched it from me.

Damn, it was like mah Cowboys and Green Bay last week….so close, yet so far.

BUT! That’s done and dusted now, we done moved on from the Cruiserweight Classic, an’ now? We swimmin’ in these shark infested waters….ah’ve taken on some big names already, taken on people who have won championships all over the globe, but ah ain’t done, an ah won’t be til ah’m at the top…..and up next?

Is just another steppin’ stone.

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We open up outside of the arena after Monday Night Sacrifice. Parked almost on the streetside near the parking lot is the Spencer Family RV. Big Spencer Spencer is standing there with his arms folded, just glaring at any fan brave enough to get remotely close. Ricky is sat at the small portable table with his laptop set up, jimmying about an antena attached to some crazy looking custom mods for his computer. Jeb is sat on the roof, on a deck chair, with a pair of binoculous calling out the names of IWF Superstars as they leave and commenting on the crowds reaction. Buck? He’s currently walking over towards the brothers, with a bag slung over his shoulders with his ring gear in it.

Buck: How’d it go?

Spencer: You’re punches are weak.

Ricky: You did good little brother.

Jeb: Ooh look! It’s Alex Jones!

There’s a huge roar of approval as the Black Dragon comes out to a little meet and greet with the fans after the show. Spencer just snarls, as Ricky begins clacking away on his keyboard.

Ricky: The crowd were into it, for a dark match, but next week you’re gonna be on TV.

Buck: For real?

Ricky: Yes. They’ve given you a one on one match with a….Jimmy...Zane?

Jeb: Who da hell is that!?

Spencer: Don’t sound familiar ta me.

Buck dumps his bag down in front of the door, as he tries to get a better view of Ricky’s laptop screen, craning his neck and leaning over his brother.

Buck: Ah know who he is. He was in nCw, remember? His daddy was that dude…..fuck, ah can’t remember, same as that comic book dude…

Spencer: Batman?

Buck: Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.

Jeb: Spiderman?

Buck facepalms so hard you can almost feel it through the screen as he tries to find the name stuck on the end of his tongue.

Ricky: Ah’m tryin’ but the signal is weak.

Buck: He had a….a...a bike.

Jeb: Spiderman had a bike.

Buck: An’ some kinda powers.

Jeb: Spiderman has powers.

Buck: FOR FUCK SAKE JEB IT WASN’T SPIDERMAN! ....ah'm wrong, ah got confused. He dain't have no powers....he used guns. Lotsa guns.

Spencer: The Punisher?

The crowd cheer almost on cue as Spencer Spencer gets the name right, almost just as Ricky is finished searching the web to find the information the brothers were looking for.

Jeb: It’s just Jayson Matthews, but….man, the girls really like him, don’t they?

The brothers ignore Jeb, as they all lean in to look at the wikipedia page on “The Punisher (Wrestler}”.

Buck: Ah don’t remember him, is he supposed to be a somebody?

Spencer: Ain’t a somebody to me.

Ricky: Not really. He played a part in building nCw out of the ashes of the original NCW that ain’t acknowledged in IWF’s history but…...he did have some good matches, and there was a pretty crazy story that led to Jimmy findin’ out that Punisher was his dad.

Buck: Rasslin’ man….it’s full of so much drama and shit.

Jeb: Yo boys, speakin’ of drama, we goin’ get our asses into gear so we can go watch our boys take on them cheese heads?

Spencer: Damn straight.

Buck: Good point.

Ricky: Let’s roll.

And with that the four brothers immediatly begin to pack their gear all up, Jeb drops down off the RV and they all begin to pile in, before the engine roars to life, and they begin to make their way through the crowded streets, but we at least know, they aren't in for a good time.

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Jimmy fucking wang-zang Zane.

Boy, ah ain’t heard your name mentioned in some time, like...for real. Oh don’t worry, ah know you ain’t got a clue who ah am….but you should. You should poke your head outta whatever hole you run off to, and pay attention to one of the hottest things goin’ in eye doubleya eff right now. ME.

BUCK!

SPENCER!

THE RUNNIN’ REB!

Ah’ve been doin what ah do, and runnin’ riot over this company all by mahself, but things is changin’ ya see….mah boys? Mah brothers? We out here on the road together, an mah brothers? They believe in me. They see mah potential, and they see what ah could be….an’ they want in on it, y’know? They want the name “Spencer” to ring through those arenas, tah be recognised as a great name…..plus, it gets them all off the farm, ya dig?

“I hate that fuckin’ farm!”

We know Jeb. We know.

Thang is, it ain’t just me no more. The Spencer Boys are comin’ to eye doubleya eff together. We gone be a family that gets shit done. We gone be a family that watches each others backs, an’ at the head of that family, is gone be me. Buck Reginald Spencer.

“Heh….Reginald.”

But y’all probably don’t care ‘bout that do ya Jimmy? An...Cyrus? 

“Yeah that’s the one”

Y’all are gonna hate me for saying this...but Jimmy? Ya shouldn’t be here man, there is no way, shape, or form, you deserve to be in that squared circle right now. You should be locked up, with a god damn straight jacket on….not paradin’ around in a mask, or make up, or some shit. You should be as far away from a rasslin’ ring as you can possibly get.

“Some’d probly say that before the head trauma anyway!”

Oh yeah, you ain’t exactly a legend in the first place is you? Ah mean, we’ve all heard talk about the great Punisher and how he was your daddy and his shadow is too big to overcome….like….REALLY? For real!? Punisher ain’t shit Jimmy, an’ he never was!

“We done grown up watchin’ rasslin’ buddy, an his name never got our interested.”

“Not. Even. Once.”

It’s easy ta talk someone up an’ make them out to be better than they was, but a real legend don’t need no hype man. Look around the roster we be fortune to find ourselves on….say what you will about ‘em, but we got some real life legends right here; Bertie Verona? Angel Blake? Alex Jones? Spike Kane? ….even the women got their shit together in this place, ladies like Jess Reed, Eternity, Amber Richards? An both the Garcia twins…..they put the womens division on the map here Jimmy….

Ain’t nobody talkin’ about no Punisher round here.

This is eye doubleya eff baby, an what happened elsewhere? Means shit. Yeah, yer Daddy was there at the beginning of nCw when it began…..but where was he after that? Where was he when The Empire came callin’? Where was he when the Age of the Revolution took over?

NOWHERE.

Jus’ like you dude…

So maybe, jus’ maybe, the apple don’t fall too far from the tree, ya follow?

Ah ain’t one to slander another mans name Jimmy, but boy….you’re head is way too big for dem shoulders. As far as we’re concerned? You ain’t shit. You never were shit, and you ain’t never gonne be shit…..you’s jus’ another nobody tryin’ ta make a name for themselves, an blamin’ everyone and everythin’ else when shit don’t go your way…..but me?

Ah’m a Spencer.

An we get shit done.

Ah’ll see you on Monday Jimmy…..an ah’ll show you exactly why you need to pay attention to tha name Spencer.