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Topic Started: Oct 27 2016, 03:50 AM (17 Views)
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"Prepare for the unknown by studying how others in the past have coped with the unforeseeable and the unpredictable." -- George S. Patton

Anybody catch the ending of my match last week? Pretty wild, huh?

The referee, as only someone in a striped shirt can, was too scared to tell the Voodoo Barbie that I won the match, so he pussed out and called it a 'split decision'. You know why nobody's ever heard of that in pro wrestling? Because there IS no such thing. You either win, or you lose. There's no ties in wrestling. I mean, you can fight to a draw, where NOBODY wins, but in a triple-threat contest, SOMEONE has to be the winner.

But enough about that. The plus side is, I move on to the next round, even if I had to drag that beautiful disaster, Eva Broussard, with me. Still not exactly sure why I didn't try to take her out of the contest, but hindsight is 20/20 after all.

This week, I have something interesting ahead of me; I get to see if one of our newest competitors has what it takes.

Another unknown, I know. But hey, if everything was known ahead of time, where would be the fun in the adventure, right?

On to the next one.


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Location: Smith Residence, Odessa, TX
Date/Time: 24OCT16, 1121 Hours CDT


For some reason, after a night like I had in Chicago, it always did me some good to head home. The West Texas air, an even mix of oil derrick and green grass for Friday night football, could soothe even the most savage of beasts.

I had spent the last three days in relative peace, enjoying the slightly chilly air on my porch. Roxy, however, was trying to convince me to do something. Anything, really.


Roxanne Spaulding: Wanna go to the go-kart track?

Slade: Rox, we've been three times already.

Roxanne Spaulding: I know, but I'm just so... so bored right now!

I chuckled, sipping on my bottle of Glacier Freeze Gatorade.

Slade: You know the deal. We're down here to keep away from the hustle and bustle of the business. We've been doing this way too long to get caught up in all of it.

She sighed and sat down next to me.

Roxanne Spaulding: I know that. But sometimes... I miss that big city life that comes from getting into town early, finding a hotel, fucking like teenagers, gearing up for a fight, and then when the fight is over, getting out and doing it all over again in the next spot. Don't you miss it?

Slade: Some parts... but this is home. This is where I grew up, and this is where I eventually want to be buried.

Roxy got up and sat in my lap, curling in against my chest.

Roxanne Spaulding: Do you ever picture what our kids are going to look like?

Slade: Kids?

She nudged me in the arm with a well-mannered fist.

Roxanne Spaulding: You know, smaller humans, created by a man and woman the old fashioned way...

Slade: I know what kids are.

Roxanne Spaulding: Then why did you sound so surprised?

Slade: If I get you pregnant, you're off the road. That'll wind up being the end of your wrestling career. I thought you still wanted to do this.

Roxanne Spaulding: I do... I just always pictured me settling down with you, raising two future heirs to the "Slade and Roxy" Legacy. That's not too much to ask, is it?

I thought about it. Kids? Did I really want that type of responsibility for the rest of my life? I mean, they don't start out toilet trained, and they're really expensive... but the thought of a fiery redheaded little girl with Mama's good looks and Daddy's toughness kind of warmed my heart.

Slade: No ma'am, that's not too much to ask.

Roxanne Spaulding: So when do we start?

Slade: Let me retire first, and then we can talk.

She poked out her bottom lip at me.

Roxanne Spaulding: Maybe we can practice now?

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what my answer would be to that. I stood up, with her in my arms, and carried her inside while she giggled and kicked her shoes off as we moved. You don't get to see that part.

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Life is a series of unknowns. You never know where the river's gonna take you, no matter which direction you intend on paddling. Sometimes it's smooth sailing, and other times... you're lucky to stay afloat. So after the delight that was last week, I could only imagine what would be next for me.

And here we go.

At least it's a singles contest.

I know nothing about my opponent, other than his name: Ironclad.

Ironclad... that seems like a biker's name.

Wait, he IS a biker? Are you kidding me? I'm facing ME?!? Can't I sue for copyright infringement or something?

Okay, let's just say for a split second that I'm going to take this seriously.

*ahem*

I'm sure you've had a rough go of things, Ironclad... if that is your real name. Most bikers do. I know I sure did. I don't know your backstory, and I really don't care to know. My biggest issue is simply, I don't give enough of a damn about you as a person. And that's because I don't have to. All I really have to do is add you to an exclusive club; it's called "The List of People Slade's Taken to the Woodshed." Pretty illustrious list--includes Howdy, Sandman, Saffron, Broussard, JC Keeton's daddy, every Field there is, every Ramsey there is, and many many more. So instead of being upset about getting your brains beat in by a Grand Slam winner and first-ballot Hall of Famer when I finally retire, take it as a learning experience.and get better.

Now I know, at first, it's going to be tough. You're going to kick yourself over and over, realizing that you let the chance of a lifetime slip through your imitating fingers. That you had the chance to do something very few others in this entire company can say they've done. That, when you look back at your career, however long it lasts, you'll see a big glaring hole in your resume, where your loss to me will stand. And all that's going to hurt, a lot.

And who knows? You may come out of the blocks, kicking on all cylinders, and bowl me over. You may actually do the unthinkable and hand me a loss I didn't deserve. You may be the next big thing, and I may just be a speed bump to your road to the top.

But I doubt it. I sincerely fuckin' doubt it.

Do you know why I doubt it?

History.

My history tells me that, no matter who I'm facing, I always have the advantage. Because when you have nothing to lose and everything to gain, you are an extremely dangerous man. I've done everything there is to do in Redemption... sometimes twice. So I guess I'm still fighting for the love of fighting.

And sir, you're not in my way, you're not on my road to greater things, you're not anything. You're a footnote in an already legendary career.

I'm done.

See you Thursday, punk.
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