Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Feb 13, 2017 2:48:57 GMT
INTERMISSION
"That Painful Moment In Time When You Lose A Bet And Are In Denial..."
"That Painful Moment In Time When You Lose A Bet And Are In Denial..."
February 5, 2017
During the overtime period of Super Bowl LI, at his villa in Corpus Christi...
...we find Johnny Gillmen sitting on his living room couch, watching intently as the 51st NFL World Championship game between the Atlanta Falcons and New England Patriots was about to come to an exciting conclusion. Sporting his Dak Prescott jersey, along with a new spiky hairstyle and a clean shave, he crumped a can of Pepsi up before throwing it into his pink recycling bin, which was filled to the brim with soda cans dating back to two weeks ago.
With his girlfriend Yulia out with friends for a local dog and puppy show, Gillmen gritted his teeth, watching a play happen on his high-def monitor while on Skype with his next door neighbor Adam, a longtime Patriots fan from Boston who cackled with glee over a bet he'd made, in which the losing party would wear the game winner's hat the next morning. JJ is seen talking to his friend on a Bluetooth device, which is hooked up to the speakers on his laptop computer.
JOHNNY GILLMEN: That was a fluke P.I. call, and you KNOW it too.
ADAM (voice): ...this is your doing, Gillmen-sir.
JOHNNY: Pffffft...28-3 and ATL pisses it away.
ADAM (voice): Brady's the GOAT, bubba-brain...never forget it.
Johnny shook his head, watching the next play with great concern on his face. We hear the voice of Fox Sports' own Joe Buck make the call that would change the lives of two neighbors forever...if not for one night at least.
"Toss to White...and HE'S IN! PATRIOTS WIN THE SUPER BOWL!!!"
JJ's eyes widened in shock as he stood up, watching the game-winning touchdown and the ensuing confetti celebration unfold before his very eyes. We hear his friend Adam jumping up and down, whooping and hollering on the other end of the line as Pepsi cans go flying towards the TV screen in disgust.
JOHNNY: SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!
ADAM (voice): HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! I TOLD YOU SO--DON'T BET AGAINST BOM BRADY!!
The cacophony of his friend's riotous cackling and the sounds of his TV become more pronounced as JJ continues chucking drink cans at his monitor, hopping mad until he hits his knee on the side of the coffee table, stopping him dead in his tracks.
JOHNNY: Ohhh....owwww DAMN! That...HURT!!!
Gillmen winced, grunting heavily as he favored his left knee before sitting back down on the sofa, looking at the damage he caused.
ADAM: You alright, dude? You okay?
JOHNNY: Yeahh...I just bashed my knee a little. I'll be fine.
ADAM: Good...tomorrow evenin' at the gym. I wanna see ya in that hat now, ya hear?!
JJ shook his head, sighing as he leaned back. He was a man of his word, and even though he didn't want to do it--after all, he was a rabid Cowboys fan--he had to get himself a Patriots hat.
It was the honorable thing to do.
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JOHNNY GILLMEN'S LOG
February 11, 2017
Derek...
I didn't realize spendin' fourteen days out at sea would do me more harm than good...
...at least, that's the idea I started gettin' a month ago, after a "match" that wasn't what I expected it to be--honorable, fair, and just.
Spike Kane went out of the bounds of what was considered "pro wrestlin'." He tried to end my career, he TRIED TO KILL ME! All 'cuz he lost his kid due to an accident that could, unfortunately, have happened to me or anyone else on this planet. Thing is, I fully understand people grieve differently, but usin' grief as an excuse to try and terminate somebody 'cuz he only wanted to go out there and PERFORM?! That ain't right, dude...
...it only creates victims on all sides. I'm hopin' Spike DOES show for his match this week, not 'cuz I wanna see him suffer, but rather...'cuz I wanna see him do what he loves to HONOR the one he lost. When I think about it...the Board won't REALLY fire him or take his title away. LIkewise, I know I can't go out there and pay him back for what he tried to do to me...'cuz neither scenario won't solve his problems.
They'll just make things ten times worse, right?
Here's my thing, bub...I wish I could say that you're a good dude, big enough and strong enough to take on the likes of Spike and live to tell the tale. I wish I could say that you're truly destined for greatness, reachin' for far better places than where you're at now...but ya ain't. Instead, you're sittin' on your keyster doin' nothin' for a good long while, breakin' Twitter character limits while pokin' fun at my girlfriend's name instead of actually learnin' how to STEP UP your game and defeat the REAL enemies that plague IWF to this very day. For ya see dude...this is 2017, and the bad guys are more dangerous and resourceful than ever before.
And right now? You're worse than House of Howlett or KIWA combined...
...'cuz you're too damn PASSIONATE about this gig for your own good.
Think about it...I could've easily made that tweet myself, challengin' you to a match by my lonesome. But I CHOSE not to...that's what Yulia comes in. Ya see, I'm a passionate dude--sometimes TOO passionate--and I'm tryin' my damndest to govern my passions about this biz. I've been nursin' a major hangover-like problem for a MONTH now, forced to watch from the sidelines as the very thing I love more than anything else in the world keeps on bein' defiled by people who CLAIM to be saints but are actually wolves in sheep's clothing, or by people who just don't give a damn about nothin' else except for their OWN personal pride.
All 'cuz I couldn't control my feelin's about this form of art...
...and it hurts me. A LOT...and that's a l'il somethin' about me you know nothin' about.
I could care less about titles, wins, losse, or whatnot--'cuz I was DESTINED to be more than the sum of my parts, overcomin' blindness and forgin' a legacy of my own. All I wanna do in life...is to do what is RIGHT--not just for myself, but my family and friends. I don't give a damn if ya wanna just barge into that ring and try and kick my butt, 'cuz I'm STILL gonna be standin' tall over the competition. You can say all the rah-rahs ya want to, but your words won't have no meanin' to me...for my ACTIONS will always trump over what you'll say to me.
For I'm Johnny Gillmen, and I #Dare2Dream.
See ya Monday dude.
Well howdy there pardner.