Post by loki on Jul 15, 2005 13:20:27 GMT -5
With my bag slung over my shoulder, I made my way down the hall way. I had one last peice of business to take care of before I called it a night. Normally this would have been an easy task, seeing as all I had to do was talk to Walker. And bingo that was the problem. Any time you have to deal with Walker you were litterally just asking for trouble.
I didn't bother to knock on the Captains door for two reasons. One I didn't hear anything coming from the other side. And two, well I just didnt give a damn either way. Crossing the threshhold into Walker's office, I bellowed, "Walker we need to talk!" No answer, it was silent as death in the office because obviously Walker wasnt here. Dammit now this just got harder, I have to go find his stupid ass. Then I heard the voices, two female voices, both extremly pissed off by the sounds of it were going back and forth cursing one another with enough colorful language to make the devil himself blush. And then there it was, the Captains very distinctive yet grating voice shouting above the two angry amazons. "Since ya'll want eachother so bad, at Return to Glory, ya'll got eachother in a match! Ya would not lay another hand on one another until the Pay-Per-View or yous is fired!" Wow guess he could be serious when the time called for it, oh well guess its now or never.
With the cameras off and everyone leaving there seperate ways, I caught up to the Captain with nothing but business on my mind. If it was nothing but business then why did I have such a bad feeling about this. Calling after the fleeing Captain, "Walker, I need to talk to you." He turned with somewhat of a surprised look on his face, I guess he didn't want to deal with another one of the wrestlers so soon. With all the sincerity of a used car salesman, "LoKi, I thought you was leavin'? What can I do fo ya?" I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit so I decided to cut right to the point. "Just a question that only you can answer, what with you being the the Captian and all." A smile broke out on the mans face, bingo, I found my foothold. This guy was almost as full of himself as the Icemann was. "Allright well, I spose I can answer a few questions, but only a few. So spill em." A few questions, this was better than I had hoped for. I just wanted to get one answer out of the old man before he scurried off to whatever weird thing he was gunna do next.
"Ok then, a few questions it is. First, and this isn't a request to get out of the match, but why me. I just got back from an injury and your already putting me in title match. Call it humble if you want but arent there people who havn't just gotten back off Injured Reserve who probably deserve this match a lot more than I do?" And at that the Captain started to laugh, "I seen ya match at Revival. It was good. Took Peggy ole boy to the limit. I was impressed. But why you askin bout others for? Worry bout LoKi. I know what I'm doing! I AM "The Captain" of this vessel!" "Your wrong Walker, good would have been if I had won. I know I put up a damn good fight but I still didn't win. Whats more that match nearly cost me my career. We both know that I'm not even supposed to be back for another six months at least"
With a mischevious glint in his eye, he looked more like a tropical Santa Clause at that moment than my boss, "Ya but you's is back, and I've been on the phone with various people who said you was ready, and I been plannin this ever since I got that last call. And heres where the trouble starts, I have to hand it to Walker he can be one manipulative mother fucker when he wants to. "Guess your right, I am back, and I'm appreciative of the match. I just think it's a huge risk for someone with a newly reconstructed knee to take, thats all."
Walker just stood there, shaking his head back and forth like he was sad or upset about something, "Loki, LoKi, LoKi, I'd thought you'd be jumpin' at the thought of facin' for a title. You seem scared. If you scared though...I get you out of it." "Cut your fucking bullshit Walker, you know I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want my first Title Reign in PCW to be my last, and if I fuck up my knee, well then thats all she wrote, my career is over and then I've got the rest of my life to live out as a god damned cripple with only the dreams of what could have been. I don't want to end up that way." The old man started shaking his head again, but I got the distinct feeling that he was laughing at me. "I just said if you that worried bout the match...don't worry bout it. I'd take you out. I do got other young hungry people out there. And listen, I know you don't like me...and I'm fine with that. But I think you could be the future of this company. You got this match on guts and skills...don't be such a wuss now."
Well score two for the Captain, I let myself be manipulated once again by him, and even as I tried to restrain it, I felt my temper flare up as I grabbed a handfull of that obnoxious hawaiian shirt and dragged the Captain face to face with me. "What the fuck did you just say?" There it was again, that oh so superior grin, we both knew that he had me this time. "There ya go boy! That's the spark I'm lookin for! But now get ya hands off the merchandise! This shirt cost more than ya make in a yee-ah." Shoving me away from him the Captain just grinned at me, but he was the only one grinning. "Allright old man, if its a spark your looking for, then you got it. Hell you just got the whole fucking inferno. Your not going to piss me off into backing out of your little gauntlet match. Come hell or high water, I'm wrestling in your little match, and it doesnt matter to me what order your little randomizer bitch pulls them out. I'm winning that match, just to throw it in you fucking face. Even as I shoved him back against the wall, he just kept on smiling. God I was starting to really hate that stupid, smug little grin on his face, "Good. That's what I'm wanting to hear. But one thing though...you ever put ya hands on me...I'ma suspend ya ass! I'll let it slide this once...but no more. And adter I suspend ya...I'ma kick yer ass!"
I was to stunned to speak, and I couldnt do anything other than watch that vile man strut away. Oh well, I got what I wanted, but dammit so did he. He got a rise out me, he got me to lose my temper. But even with my questions answered there was still that nagging thought going on in the back of my head, what about me knee. Guess that was just another thing I would have to worry about when the time came. I opened the door to the parking garage and headed to my car. I didnt even bother to throw my bag in the trunk as I got in and instead just tossed it into the passenger seat.
The drive back to my new apartment was uneventful to say the least, the highlight of the trip was stopping at a stoplight, so ya it was pretty boring. But it gave me time to think. I'd already talked to Luis, so I knew I had a match coming up at the next Trauma. I just didnt know who. I knew I wasn't ready to compete again, but it's not my style to sit idle while other people are out and about taking chances for themselves and reaping huge rewards for there risks. And with that thought my last question answered it self. It was a huge risk competing in any match in my condition let alone a gauntlet match against four other wrestlers who were at one hundred percent. But there would be no reward for giving up, no reward for losing, and no reward for not showing up. So I would show up, I would not give up, and by god I was going to win.
I didn't bother to knock on the Captains door for two reasons. One I didn't hear anything coming from the other side. And two, well I just didnt give a damn either way. Crossing the threshhold into Walker's office, I bellowed, "Walker we need to talk!" No answer, it was silent as death in the office because obviously Walker wasnt here. Dammit now this just got harder, I have to go find his stupid ass. Then I heard the voices, two female voices, both extremly pissed off by the sounds of it were going back and forth cursing one another with enough colorful language to make the devil himself blush. And then there it was, the Captains very distinctive yet grating voice shouting above the two angry amazons. "Since ya'll want eachother so bad, at Return to Glory, ya'll got eachother in a match! Ya would not lay another hand on one another until the Pay-Per-View or yous is fired!" Wow guess he could be serious when the time called for it, oh well guess its now or never.
With the cameras off and everyone leaving there seperate ways, I caught up to the Captain with nothing but business on my mind. If it was nothing but business then why did I have such a bad feeling about this. Calling after the fleeing Captain, "Walker, I need to talk to you." He turned with somewhat of a surprised look on his face, I guess he didn't want to deal with another one of the wrestlers so soon. With all the sincerity of a used car salesman, "LoKi, I thought you was leavin'? What can I do fo ya?" I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit so I decided to cut right to the point. "Just a question that only you can answer, what with you being the the Captian and all." A smile broke out on the mans face, bingo, I found my foothold. This guy was almost as full of himself as the Icemann was. "Allright well, I spose I can answer a few questions, but only a few. So spill em." A few questions, this was better than I had hoped for. I just wanted to get one answer out of the old man before he scurried off to whatever weird thing he was gunna do next.
"Ok then, a few questions it is. First, and this isn't a request to get out of the match, but why me. I just got back from an injury and your already putting me in title match. Call it humble if you want but arent there people who havn't just gotten back off Injured Reserve who probably deserve this match a lot more than I do?" And at that the Captain started to laugh, "I seen ya match at Revival. It was good. Took Peggy ole boy to the limit. I was impressed. But why you askin bout others for? Worry bout LoKi. I know what I'm doing! I AM "The Captain" of this vessel!" "Your wrong Walker, good would have been if I had won. I know I put up a damn good fight but I still didn't win. Whats more that match nearly cost me my career. We both know that I'm not even supposed to be back for another six months at least"
With a mischevious glint in his eye, he looked more like a tropical Santa Clause at that moment than my boss, "Ya but you's is back, and I've been on the phone with various people who said you was ready, and I been plannin this ever since I got that last call. And heres where the trouble starts, I have to hand it to Walker he can be one manipulative mother fucker when he wants to. "Guess your right, I am back, and I'm appreciative of the match. I just think it's a huge risk for someone with a newly reconstructed knee to take, thats all."
Walker just stood there, shaking his head back and forth like he was sad or upset about something, "Loki, LoKi, LoKi, I'd thought you'd be jumpin' at the thought of facin' for a title. You seem scared. If you scared though...I get you out of it." "Cut your fucking bullshit Walker, you know I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want my first Title Reign in PCW to be my last, and if I fuck up my knee, well then thats all she wrote, my career is over and then I've got the rest of my life to live out as a god damned cripple with only the dreams of what could have been. I don't want to end up that way." The old man started shaking his head again, but I got the distinct feeling that he was laughing at me. "I just said if you that worried bout the match...don't worry bout it. I'd take you out. I do got other young hungry people out there. And listen, I know you don't like me...and I'm fine with that. But I think you could be the future of this company. You got this match on guts and skills...don't be such a wuss now."
Well score two for the Captain, I let myself be manipulated once again by him, and even as I tried to restrain it, I felt my temper flare up as I grabbed a handfull of that obnoxious hawaiian shirt and dragged the Captain face to face with me. "What the fuck did you just say?" There it was again, that oh so superior grin, we both knew that he had me this time. "There ya go boy! That's the spark I'm lookin for! But now get ya hands off the merchandise! This shirt cost more than ya make in a yee-ah." Shoving me away from him the Captain just grinned at me, but he was the only one grinning. "Allright old man, if its a spark your looking for, then you got it. Hell you just got the whole fucking inferno. Your not going to piss me off into backing out of your little gauntlet match. Come hell or high water, I'm wrestling in your little match, and it doesnt matter to me what order your little randomizer bitch pulls them out. I'm winning that match, just to throw it in you fucking face. Even as I shoved him back against the wall, he just kept on smiling. God I was starting to really hate that stupid, smug little grin on his face, "Good. That's what I'm wanting to hear. But one thing though...you ever put ya hands on me...I'ma suspend ya ass! I'll let it slide this once...but no more. And adter I suspend ya...I'ma kick yer ass!"
I was to stunned to speak, and I couldnt do anything other than watch that vile man strut away. Oh well, I got what I wanted, but dammit so did he. He got a rise out me, he got me to lose my temper. But even with my questions answered there was still that nagging thought going on in the back of my head, what about me knee. Guess that was just another thing I would have to worry about when the time came. I opened the door to the parking garage and headed to my car. I didnt even bother to throw my bag in the trunk as I got in and instead just tossed it into the passenger seat.
The drive back to my new apartment was uneventful to say the least, the highlight of the trip was stopping at a stoplight, so ya it was pretty boring. But it gave me time to think. I'd already talked to Luis, so I knew I had a match coming up at the next Trauma. I just didnt know who. I knew I wasn't ready to compete again, but it's not my style to sit idle while other people are out and about taking chances for themselves and reaping huge rewards for there risks. And with that thought my last question answered it self. It was a huge risk competing in any match in my condition let alone a gauntlet match against four other wrestlers who were at one hundred percent. But there would be no reward for giving up, no reward for losing, and no reward for not showing up. So I would show up, I would not give up, and by god I was going to win.