Post by Dusty Griffith on Mar 7, 2022 9:28:10 GMT -5
That was a helluva night.
Not just for me, but for the entire Wrecking Crew.
I said it and I meant it when I told ‘em that Danny Ray, Takura Matsui and Neo James Carner don’t add up to one of me. My feelings towards the match aside, I thoroughly enjoyed proving my point. There are levels to this thing and it’s my mission to show everyone that I’m on another, higher level.
That said, I won’t act like I wasn’t a little nervous. One on one, sure, I’m as confident as can be. But, when it comes to a free for all like this? Anything can happen, and right now? I can’t afford to let my momentum stall out, so my obsession demands that I be sharper and tougher than the last time.
And the further I put my return to ‘mainstream wrestling’ behind me, the more comfortable I’m becoming. The more I’m getting used to the grind and constant travel, and becoming more than just a glorified mercenary in the sport. I’m reasserting myself as one of the truly elite.
Now it’s time for the next phase.
The Gold Rush Begins.
The Night After Heart of Halifax
Marriott Harbourfront Hotel
After properly celebrating Jay’s big night, I went and found myself at the hotel bar before I eventually would go shutting it down for the night. The place was dimly lit and not very busy, just the way that I like it.
I’m a simple man after all. Gimme a glass, a bottle of the finest Canadian Whiskey, and a dark corner where I can enjoy myself, and I’ll take care of the rest.
“I’m liable to be back for more, brother.” I informed the barkeep as I laid a hundred down on the bar and took the bottle. “So, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll just take this with me.”
He nodded his understanding and off I went, sauntering away like John Wayne towards a nice, cozy spot that I had spotted for myself when I walked in. Somewhere that I could escape the chaos that is my life.
Put it all aside, for a little while at least.
Until then, I’m content to sit here like a lonesome cowboy in one of those Hollywood classics after a long, hard day; and believe you me, I make sure to take my time to savor this pause in the action.
With every sip I take, the further away I get from all of the struggle; all while attempting to drown out the aches and pains that a lifetime of football and wrestling have earned me.
The sacrifices we make for the things we live for.
Good thing the God’s saw fit to give us this amber beauty called Whiskey.
The Next Morning
“Urrrggg…” I grumble when I begin to come to.
My eyes are heavy at first, but soon consciousness kicks in and they flash open. Quickly put a hand over them when the sun hits me square in the face.
After a moment of adjustment, I left my head and take a looksee around to gauge the state of myself and my general surroundings.
“Well, at least I made it to the bed, heh.” I groggily chuckle and ball my hand up into a fist, covering my mouth before I cough.
Looks like I barely got undressed before crash landing across the bed at an awkward angle. Pants and boots still on, one leg hanging over the edge; shirt and hoodie left draped haphazardly over the side of the bed, and what was left of my companion last night in my other hand.
Raising that hand up, I look to see if there’s anything left in the bottle of Crown Royal. My eyes flare open, then squint, still a little hazy with whatever that gunk is that makes your vision all blurrified.
Once I’ve blinked my eyes into focus, I find there’s maybe a couplafew shots left. “Eh.” I gurgle before attempting to sit up, but gravity is tough at the moment. So, I lay there a while and let myself get used to the idea of being awake.
Laying here staring up at the ceiling, the fog starts to clear around my mind and everything that I put aside last night starts to surround my conscience.
Which means the respite is over.
It’s time to get cracking.
Team Danger University
Long Beach, California
The Very Next Day
Got myself on a plane and hitched a ride back to Long Beach.
Took the day to shake off what was leftover from Heart and Halifax and right back to the gym this morning with the entire team ready to embrace the grind.
Embracing it will be key, because there’s a lot of work that needs doing if I’m going to be ready to rumble for the next round. This time, I’ve got an opponent that actually demands my attention.
A Former World Champion.
There’s very little, if anything, that he hasn’t done himself in this great sport of ours.
But, most importantly?
He isn’t just a man to be respected.
Ronnie Long, the Northern Pro Openweight Champion, is a man that commands respect.
More specifically. He commands my respect.
Much like myself, I consider him to be one of the last real wrestlers out there. Sad to say, but there ain’t too many of us left and even fewer who’re coming along with every year that passes us by.
So, yeah.
To say that I’m looking forward to this is an understatement.
Not because he’s the next step in my war march up the mountain, but because this is going to be one helluva fight. It’s going to be brutal and it’s going to be fun.
More than that, it’s an opportunity to show the kids and cosplayers how it’s done.
And yeah.
Fighting for golden glory is a damn fine motivator, too.
-fin-
Not just for me, but for the entire Wrecking Crew.
I said it and I meant it when I told ‘em that Danny Ray, Takura Matsui and Neo James Carner don’t add up to one of me. My feelings towards the match aside, I thoroughly enjoyed proving my point. There are levels to this thing and it’s my mission to show everyone that I’m on another, higher level.
That said, I won’t act like I wasn’t a little nervous. One on one, sure, I’m as confident as can be. But, when it comes to a free for all like this? Anything can happen, and right now? I can’t afford to let my momentum stall out, so my obsession demands that I be sharper and tougher than the last time.
And the further I put my return to ‘mainstream wrestling’ behind me, the more comfortable I’m becoming. The more I’m getting used to the grind and constant travel, and becoming more than just a glorified mercenary in the sport. I’m reasserting myself as one of the truly elite.
Now it’s time for the next phase.
The Gold Rush Begins.
=/=
The Night After Heart of Halifax
Marriott Harbourfront Hotel
After properly celebrating Jay’s big night, I went and found myself at the hotel bar before I eventually would go shutting it down for the night. The place was dimly lit and not very busy, just the way that I like it.
I’m a simple man after all. Gimme a glass, a bottle of the finest Canadian Whiskey, and a dark corner where I can enjoy myself, and I’ll take care of the rest.
“I’m liable to be back for more, brother.” I informed the barkeep as I laid a hundred down on the bar and took the bottle. “So, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll just take this with me.”
He nodded his understanding and off I went, sauntering away like John Wayne towards a nice, cozy spot that I had spotted for myself when I walked in. Somewhere that I could escape the chaos that is my life.
Put it all aside, for a little while at least.
Until then, I’m content to sit here like a lonesome cowboy in one of those Hollywood classics after a long, hard day; and believe you me, I make sure to take my time to savor this pause in the action.
With every sip I take, the further away I get from all of the struggle; all while attempting to drown out the aches and pains that a lifetime of football and wrestling have earned me.
The sacrifices we make for the things we live for.
Good thing the God’s saw fit to give us this amber beauty called Whiskey.
=/=
The Next Morning
“Urrrggg…” I grumble when I begin to come to.
My eyes are heavy at first, but soon consciousness kicks in and they flash open. Quickly put a hand over them when the sun hits me square in the face.
After a moment of adjustment, I left my head and take a looksee around to gauge the state of myself and my general surroundings.
“Well, at least I made it to the bed, heh.” I groggily chuckle and ball my hand up into a fist, covering my mouth before I cough.
Looks like I barely got undressed before crash landing across the bed at an awkward angle. Pants and boots still on, one leg hanging over the edge; shirt and hoodie left draped haphazardly over the side of the bed, and what was left of my companion last night in my other hand.
Raising that hand up, I look to see if there’s anything left in the bottle of Crown Royal. My eyes flare open, then squint, still a little hazy with whatever that gunk is that makes your vision all blurrified.
Once I’ve blinked my eyes into focus, I find there’s maybe a couplafew shots left. “Eh.” I gurgle before attempting to sit up, but gravity is tough at the moment. So, I lay there a while and let myself get used to the idea of being awake.
Laying here staring up at the ceiling, the fog starts to clear around my mind and everything that I put aside last night starts to surround my conscience.
Which means the respite is over.
It’s time to get cracking.
=/=
Team Danger University
Long Beach, California
The Very Next Day
Got myself on a plane and hitched a ride back to Long Beach.
Took the day to shake off what was leftover from Heart and Halifax and right back to the gym this morning with the entire team ready to embrace the grind.
Embracing it will be key, because there’s a lot of work that needs doing if I’m going to be ready to rumble for the next round. This time, I’ve got an opponent that actually demands my attention.
A Former World Champion.
There’s very little, if anything, that he hasn’t done himself in this great sport of ours.
But, most importantly?
He isn’t just a man to be respected.
Ronnie Long, the Northern Pro Openweight Champion, is a man that commands respect.
More specifically. He commands my respect.
Much like myself, I consider him to be one of the last real wrestlers out there. Sad to say, but there ain’t too many of us left and even fewer who’re coming along with every year that passes us by.
So, yeah.
To say that I’m looking forward to this is an understatement.
Not because he’s the next step in my war march up the mountain, but because this is going to be one helluva fight. It’s going to be brutal and it’s going to be fun.
More than that, it’s an opportunity to show the kids and cosplayers how it’s done.
And yeah.
Fighting for golden glory is a damn fine motivator, too.
-fin-
