Post by tapp on Apr 25, 2021 20:12:33 GMT -5
“Post. When I hired you as my Social Media Correspondent I told you your job would be more than just Twitter intern. Now hold the camera so when can get this fourth module out of the way. We still have seventeen left to record.”
We get a view of some sort of outdoor gym setup. There’s a punching bag hanging from an old leaning tree. There’s a few medicine balls, each of them a different color. And scattered throughout the grass are sets of dumbbells, jump ropes, and a single water cooler.
“Alright Tapp. I’m just saying next time shoot me a text. Banging on my door at four o'clock in the morning is sort of rude. Not to mention crazy…. It’s recording. On you. Whenever you’re ready.”
A few seconds pass. Nothing happens for a moment. The sounds of the surrounding area are all we hear. Birds chirping, the hammering and sawing of a nearby construction site, a dog barking in the distance. Finally, there’s movement in the frame as Tapp Wrestling walks over dressed in an off white Wristlock Academy tracksuit. The logo for the wrestler’s training school is printed on the chest of his jacket, which he makes sure to display to the camera as he stretches.
Mr.Wrestling turns towards the camera and opens his mouth to speak, but instead he freezes up and his eyes widen before he takes off running out of the shot. We hear a small ruckus behind the camera and things go quiet again. The ambient sounds of the area sound off once more before TWFKA Tapp Addams reappears on screen, but with his jaw seemingly wired shut.
“Wait. Your jaw has been fine for weeks now. Why do you have that on? Is that even real? Don’t they have to be like surgically removed or put in?”
Tapp Wrestling rolls his eyes and stops stretching. He shakes his head and sighs heavily before reaching up with one hand and unstrapping one side of the “wire”.
“Yes. My jaw is fine. It’s a prop. From Cousin Stunt. Norcia and Hayden are reckless but it’s going to take more than that to seriously injure me. Let’s be real now. Common sense Post. Use it.”
“Well… I’m just saying it seems like a cry for attention to pretend to have an injury you don’t. And isn’t that offensive to like wrestlers with actual injuries?”
Tapp faces his cousin/cameraman with a scowl. His voice raises and the anger in his tone couldn’t be any clearer. He walks forward and snatches the camera. The view changes to a patch of grass with a medicine ball taking up the top right corner.
“I’m teaching a lesson. How is that offensive? And a cry for attention? Seriously? How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t care about the opinion of these people. This whole broken jaw shenanigan is just me proving a point. Now shut up. Don’t talk. Just record. And delete all of this.”
The camera is back in its original placement, Tapp in frame, but instead of the recording stopping we get a few more minutes.
“But like. What point are you trying to prove? I don’t really follow.”
Wire still hanging from his mouth, Wrestling sends his palm flying to his own face.
“Jesus Christ Post. Maybe the fact that I would do anything for this business? Even wrestle with an injury.”
“Theeee one you don’t have? Right?”
Tapp has had enough at this point. His voice raises even more, in fact now he’s just yelling everything he says.
“REAL INJURY OR NOT, NO ONE. AND I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO ONE IS WILLING TO GO TO THE LENGTHS THAT I AM FOR THIS BUSINESS. I MEAN LOOK AT THIS UNION MATCH COMING UP! I COULD BE FOCUSING ON CASHING IN MY BRIEFCASE ON KAREN! I COULD BE IN THAT MAIN EVENT GETTING PAYBACK ON DANNY FOR ATTACKING ME AT IZZYS SHOW!”
Wrestling takes a moment to breath deeply, attempting to get his emotions in check. After an extremely annoying two minutes of pranayama, Tapp continues speaking, albeit a lot more levelheaded.
“But it’s fine. When you’re as good as me you can’t always do what you want. What you NEED to do is always more important. How else would you explain this match? IndI and Mox have been lost in the shuffle for a while now if we’re being honest. I’m not knocking their abilities but in comparison to mine they ARE subpar. In my personal opinion of course. And like I said they don’t have very much momentum heading into this. Tommy and Zack I’m a bit more worried about. Tommy more so than Zack. No real reason other than I don’t like Fantana on a personal level. The two of them though, They will probably pose more of a challenge….. For Cartier not me. That’s why they put me in this match. To make it a Classic.”
“Tapson, ain’t no challenge too big for me to handle. Especially when you involved. You know what I said on Twitter. This ain’t no place for them little boy tights.”
It’s then that Cartier, in a sweatshirt cut off at the midriff and a pair of yoga pants that are fighting for their life to stay together at the seams, enters with a gym towel in her hand and dabs her forehead with it a bit before taking a knee to tie one of her throwback Adidas Samba shoes.Tapp grows annoyed once again at the sight of her. The submission specialist slumps his shoulder and rolls his eyes once again.
“And Like I told YOU on Twitter, I’ve been successful in Union. Which is more than you can say. You’re late. Our scheduled training was set for hours ago. If you’re not going to take this seriously, I can always tag with a cutout of you or something.”
“Ain’t nothin’ 2-D about this ass. Whoever I clap these cheeks on in that ring gonna get slept while you watch an’ take notes.”
“Well put your money where your mouth is. Show me how you would reverse or escape from my Wristlock. I’ll even have Post record it so I can show my students what NOT to do. That is of course if you feel like being embarrassed today. I’ll take it easy on you. Don’t worry.”
“Only thing that worries me about a damn wristlock is the hundred dollar manicure I got yesterday. You chip a nail you owe me. Go on, lock it in.”
“Now show me how you’d escape if I applied this lock exactly like this.”
Tapp Wrestling does indeed apply a Wristlock. That Wristlock. THE Wristlock. The young man wrenches Cartier’s arm adding a bit of pressure to the hold, and in return Cartier’s face twists in pain.
“Shit, Tapp, watch it…”
Feeling himself, Wrestling lets go with his left hand and pretends to wipe sweat from his forehead. This decision costs him though as Cartier, seizing the moment with a little bit of showing off herself, “Hits the Whip” breaking the hold. Post, the cameraman, is heard snickering behind the camera while his cousin stares back and forth between Cartier and his own empty hand.
“Cartier. I just told you to be serious. You’re seriously out here dancing while wrestling like your name was Dante Cutler. Cut the crap. Now.”
“Did Dante Cutler bust out that weak ass wristlock as fast as I did? I told you I wasn’t some green ass rookie. I been in the ring wit’ people like our opponents before, Tapp, have you?”
“Whatever. Let’s work more on reversals. You DO know what a waist lock is don't you? Or do I have to explain it?
The former Addams family member doesn’t wait for an answer and grabs a hold of Cartier’s wrist once more. Just like last time he applies the Wristlock but this time wastes no time transitioning into a hammerlock and from there a waist lock. Cartier tries to turn but Tapp mimics her every step in less than a second.
“You see Cartier. I’m a REAL wrestler. A REAL challenge. You really are the luckiest person in this matc-“
Tapps cut off mid sentence by Cartier thrusting her hips backwards which knocks the wind out of Mr.Wrestling. Clutching his stomach and falling to his knees he looks up at his tag partner with fury in his eyes.
“How ‘bout that? Tapp finally got a little ass an’ it knocked the wind right out of him. You know there’s more than one way to train right, T? My body is strong an’ durable. I work my ass, I work my thighs, I work my shoulders, an’ I take people by surprise because I ain’t conventional the way you are.”
The young man holds a finger up still attempting to catch his breath. After finally making it to his feet he simply shakes his head.
“Don’t flatter yourself. That’s not training Cartier. I expected you to wrestle, not hit the Bust it down challenge. That’s the only reason you caught me off guard. Look. I’m going to go get the rest of my training plans. Wait right here. And try not to ‘sip any pints’ or ‘smoke a doobie’ while I’m gone.”
Wrestling walks away gasping between steps leaving Cartier behind with his cousin.
“Aye, Post? You got your cell on you? I need you to send me that footage…”
We get a view of some sort of outdoor gym setup. There’s a punching bag hanging from an old leaning tree. There’s a few medicine balls, each of them a different color. And scattered throughout the grass are sets of dumbbells, jump ropes, and a single water cooler.
“Alright Tapp. I’m just saying next time shoot me a text. Banging on my door at four o'clock in the morning is sort of rude. Not to mention crazy…. It’s recording. On you. Whenever you’re ready.”
A few seconds pass. Nothing happens for a moment. The sounds of the surrounding area are all we hear. Birds chirping, the hammering and sawing of a nearby construction site, a dog barking in the distance. Finally, there’s movement in the frame as Tapp Wrestling walks over dressed in an off white Wristlock Academy tracksuit. The logo for the wrestler’s training school is printed on the chest of his jacket, which he makes sure to display to the camera as he stretches.
Mr.Wrestling turns towards the camera and opens his mouth to speak, but instead he freezes up and his eyes widen before he takes off running out of the shot. We hear a small ruckus behind the camera and things go quiet again. The ambient sounds of the area sound off once more before TWFKA Tapp Addams reappears on screen, but with his jaw seemingly wired shut.
“Wait. Your jaw has been fine for weeks now. Why do you have that on? Is that even real? Don’t they have to be like surgically removed or put in?”
Tapp Wrestling rolls his eyes and stops stretching. He shakes his head and sighs heavily before reaching up with one hand and unstrapping one side of the “wire”.
“Yes. My jaw is fine. It’s a prop. From Cousin Stunt. Norcia and Hayden are reckless but it’s going to take more than that to seriously injure me. Let’s be real now. Common sense Post. Use it.”
“Well… I’m just saying it seems like a cry for attention to pretend to have an injury you don’t. And isn’t that offensive to like wrestlers with actual injuries?”
Tapp faces his cousin/cameraman with a scowl. His voice raises and the anger in his tone couldn’t be any clearer. He walks forward and snatches the camera. The view changes to a patch of grass with a medicine ball taking up the top right corner.
“I’m teaching a lesson. How is that offensive? And a cry for attention? Seriously? How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t care about the opinion of these people. This whole broken jaw shenanigan is just me proving a point. Now shut up. Don’t talk. Just record. And delete all of this.”
The camera is back in its original placement, Tapp in frame, but instead of the recording stopping we get a few more minutes.
“But like. What point are you trying to prove? I don’t really follow.”
Wire still hanging from his mouth, Wrestling sends his palm flying to his own face.
“Jesus Christ Post. Maybe the fact that I would do anything for this business? Even wrestle with an injury.”
“Theeee one you don’t have? Right?”
Tapp has had enough at this point. His voice raises even more, in fact now he’s just yelling everything he says.
“REAL INJURY OR NOT, NO ONE. AND I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO ONE IS WILLING TO GO TO THE LENGTHS THAT I AM FOR THIS BUSINESS. I MEAN LOOK AT THIS UNION MATCH COMING UP! I COULD BE FOCUSING ON CASHING IN MY BRIEFCASE ON KAREN! I COULD BE IN THAT MAIN EVENT GETTING PAYBACK ON DANNY FOR ATTACKING ME AT IZZYS SHOW!”
Wrestling takes a moment to breath deeply, attempting to get his emotions in check. After an extremely annoying two minutes of pranayama, Tapp continues speaking, albeit a lot more levelheaded.
“But it’s fine. When you’re as good as me you can’t always do what you want. What you NEED to do is always more important. How else would you explain this match? IndI and Mox have been lost in the shuffle for a while now if we’re being honest. I’m not knocking their abilities but in comparison to mine they ARE subpar. In my personal opinion of course. And like I said they don’t have very much momentum heading into this. Tommy and Zack I’m a bit more worried about. Tommy more so than Zack. No real reason other than I don’t like Fantana on a personal level. The two of them though, They will probably pose more of a challenge….. For Cartier not me. That’s why they put me in this match. To make it a Classic.”
“Tapson, ain’t no challenge too big for me to handle. Especially when you involved. You know what I said on Twitter. This ain’t no place for them little boy tights.”
It’s then that Cartier, in a sweatshirt cut off at the midriff and a pair of yoga pants that are fighting for their life to stay together at the seams, enters with a gym towel in her hand and dabs her forehead with it a bit before taking a knee to tie one of her throwback Adidas Samba shoes.Tapp grows annoyed once again at the sight of her. The submission specialist slumps his shoulder and rolls his eyes once again.
“And Like I told YOU on Twitter, I’ve been successful in Union. Which is more than you can say. You’re late. Our scheduled training was set for hours ago. If you’re not going to take this seriously, I can always tag with a cutout of you or something.”
“Ain’t nothin’ 2-D about this ass. Whoever I clap these cheeks on in that ring gonna get slept while you watch an’ take notes.”
“Well put your money where your mouth is. Show me how you would reverse or escape from my Wristlock. I’ll even have Post record it so I can show my students what NOT to do. That is of course if you feel like being embarrassed today. I’ll take it easy on you. Don’t worry.”
“Only thing that worries me about a damn wristlock is the hundred dollar manicure I got yesterday. You chip a nail you owe me. Go on, lock it in.”
“Now show me how you’d escape if I applied this lock exactly like this.”
Tapp Wrestling does indeed apply a Wristlock. That Wristlock. THE Wristlock. The young man wrenches Cartier’s arm adding a bit of pressure to the hold, and in return Cartier’s face twists in pain.
“Shit, Tapp, watch it…”
Feeling himself, Wrestling lets go with his left hand and pretends to wipe sweat from his forehead. This decision costs him though as Cartier, seizing the moment with a little bit of showing off herself, “Hits the Whip” breaking the hold. Post, the cameraman, is heard snickering behind the camera while his cousin stares back and forth between Cartier and his own empty hand.
“Cartier. I just told you to be serious. You’re seriously out here dancing while wrestling like your name was Dante Cutler. Cut the crap. Now.”
“Did Dante Cutler bust out that weak ass wristlock as fast as I did? I told you I wasn’t some green ass rookie. I been in the ring wit’ people like our opponents before, Tapp, have you?”
“Whatever. Let’s work more on reversals. You DO know what a waist lock is don't you? Or do I have to explain it?
The former Addams family member doesn’t wait for an answer and grabs a hold of Cartier’s wrist once more. Just like last time he applies the Wristlock but this time wastes no time transitioning into a hammerlock and from there a waist lock. Cartier tries to turn but Tapp mimics her every step in less than a second.
“You see Cartier. I’m a REAL wrestler. A REAL challenge. You really are the luckiest person in this matc-“
Tapps cut off mid sentence by Cartier thrusting her hips backwards which knocks the wind out of Mr.Wrestling. Clutching his stomach and falling to his knees he looks up at his tag partner with fury in his eyes.
“How ‘bout that? Tapp finally got a little ass an’ it knocked the wind right out of him. You know there’s more than one way to train right, T? My body is strong an’ durable. I work my ass, I work my thighs, I work my shoulders, an’ I take people by surprise because I ain’t conventional the way you are.”
The young man holds a finger up still attempting to catch his breath. After finally making it to his feet he simply shakes his head.
“Don’t flatter yourself. That’s not training Cartier. I expected you to wrestle, not hit the Bust it down challenge. That’s the only reason you caught me off guard. Look. I’m going to go get the rest of my training plans. Wait right here. And try not to ‘sip any pints’ or ‘smoke a doobie’ while I’m gone.”
Wrestling walks away gasping between steps leaving Cartier behind with his cousin.
“Aye, Post? You got your cell on you? I need you to send me that footage…”