Post by Blake Archer on Feb 21, 2018 18:54:51 GMT -5
No longer is Blake Archer considered the Dawg Pound of Professional wrestling. Or is he? Well it was not aired there is a victory to his name in Union Battleground, a victory that perhaps his wife is most responsible for? They are in their hotel room in China still sight seeing, this is stop two of the second honeymoon. Mary-Jane brushes Blake's hair and he scrolls through pages on his tablet.
Blake: "Babe.. my next opponent is Guttertrash."
Mary-Jane: "Love, that is not very nice."
Blake: "No I am serious look that is his nickname, I'm not being bad. LORD!"
Mary-Jane: "Why would he name himself that?"
Blake: "Maybe he just earned it? People don't like my nickname."
Mary-Jane: "I love your nickname."
He rolls his eyes and goes back to his "research" while I am more interested in what is going to happen in the ring. Who wants to fill their mind with technical strategies when we could be learning new ways to knock a man's block off, or getting stronger before age creeps in closer on us.
Blake: "Heh, well Alex Kincaid is the oldest opponent I have faced so far. Rather he is trash or not Vachon is younger and that means he is going to be able to move better. I happened to pay attention to his last match. First he wanted to accuse the Seattle Saint of being this... executioner guy? So somehow the attacker went from six, four coming in at two O two."
Mary-Jane: "You're not the only delusional one fighting on Season two."
She chuckles taking a break from his grooming, to rest her chin on his shoulder and stare straight into the reflection of the two of them in the mirror.
Blake: "You sure you want to be ringside? I can't promise this guy been tested?"
She leans over and looks at a picture of Johnny Vachon, her nose wrinkles up and she bits her lip to keep from saying anything rude. She put Blake's hair up in a bun like ponytail finishing up helping him get ready.
Mary-Jane: "I know what you are doing. Stop trying to think of excuses, I want to be out there again. When I got to be ringside with you back in Chicago against Emery at the XWA it was fun. Plus I got to be close to her butt to see for myself if she really looks that good. Why should I manage you from backstage?"
Blake: "Because people going to target you than.. and what about her butt than? Somebody out there watching explain this to her."
Mary-Jane: "I still give her a ten. Don't change the topic, I have wrestled before. You helped train me more after I started, I survived my family growing up and became a doctor even though I was very underprivileged. I am self-made so I can handle myself just fine."
Blake: "Heh, I really don't doubt you either. You are a grown woman I can't stop you. None of that sexy business though it distracts me."
She pouts as we can tell that is what the wheels in her head had been thinking. She wants to cheer me on from ringside she is more than welcome even if it fills us with a tight nervous feeling. Finally after being ready and all prettied up the couple takes their "show" out on the town. One her smartphone Mary-Jane starts recording their adventure.
Mary-Jane: "Love, tell the people what we plan to do tonight?"
He looks at her camera eye and smiles.
Blake: "Spread goodwill. What ambassadors does my homeland send out? None. 2017 is the year I did travel the globe, I forced myself out of comfort zones that I only ever imagined before. Here in China on Union Battleground's show L!ights Out I will have to repeat that task as I take on "The Guttertrash" Johnny Vachon. That guy has someone ticked off to keep wearing some mask and going after him. It isn't The King of Canines though. Maybe Finn was right, are you so quick to jump to conclusions? Do you really let your anger rule over you that much? I keep seeing a lot of myself across that ring each week I compete here on Union Battleground Network. I have done this a long time, twenty-five years. I still discover new things each time I train, or socialize, or even just compete in a bout. I like having fun and I joke around, but perhaps I need to be serious. Vachon seems like a very serious guy, one that if I don't take seriously will hurt me bad. I fall victim to delusions too Johnny, you just can't let yourself believe everything without the facts. However I'm happy to have a match, another opportunity to compete in-front of the fans and be taped for several more to tune into. The executioner guy might have hit you with a spear, but I promise you it was not my Silver Shot. When I spear someone I don't just hug you and fall on you, tho I weigh enough that would also hurt. Nah, see when I spear someone I think about all those boys back in football, I think about 7th grade and how I wanted to put a bullet through each and every one of their brains. When it came time for us to do tackling drills and they came running at me I dashed my shoulder into their ribs as hard as I could thinking of it like a Spartan's spear gutting his enemies. If they stood there it wasn't any better of a choice because than I rushed so hard into them it would usually knock them out. That was than and this is now, maybe it was because I went for it too soon? Maybe Alex Kincaid and Joe Stanton actually watched tape unlike most people today? Whatever the case that hasn't been the same effect I been getting in that ring."
Mary-Jane: "You're getting better."
Blake: "Oh I am, and I've been lasting a little longer each time in the ring if nobody else has noticed. I think that is what this company forces you to do. This opponent...I have my doubts. Maybe I still get distracted by stray cats or want to run off chasing cars...heh...but I'm not going to let myself have that option at L!ights out. I'm not willing to play a part in this little drama of yours and Dick's so realize that once you've begun The Descent hitting that mat, it will be just seconds until your hit. I'm not aiming to be fancy, or entertain...just win. Alright... I've had about enough business for right now though. What do you want to do for pleasure than babe?"
He ask his eyes moving from the camera's to his wife's.
Mary-Jane: "I looked up several things, right now I just am dying for Wontons and spring rolls."
Blake: "As you wish. I need to find protein and carbs so I'm energized enough for the match tonight."
He puts his arm around her and she turns off her camera the scene going to black.
Post by Johnny Vachon on Feb 21, 2018 20:02:40 GMT -5
The scene opens up on the sight of the next L!GHTS OUT event, the Mercedes-Benz Arena in Shanghai, China. The outside of the arena is brightly lit as we hear the sound of the water out front. We cut to the back of the arena where we see the rear entry door. Next to it, sitting on the ground holding a half smoked cigarette, is “Gutter Trash” Johnny Vachon. He notices the camera as he looks up to greet it.
“There’s a conspiracy going on here in Union Battleground! In two days I step in the ring in this very arena to take on another attacker. I’m beginning to see what’s happening here... and I’ve come up with two solutions.”
Johnny takes a drag from the cigarette before continuing.
“Either everyone has it out for me... or someone’s FUCKING with ol’ Johnny Boy! I’m gonna’ go with exhibit B! See, the roster could have it out for me, but what fucking sense would that make!? Whoever is attacking me has a purpose. And that purpose is Dick FUCKING Devereaux!”
Johnny shoots up to his feet as he puffs on the cancer stick. He tosses it to the ground before stomping it out with his boot. He points to the camera as he continues.
“I came to Union Battleground to help out an old friend of the business. Devereaux’s got nobody else to help him. He’s got Killswitch and ol’ Johnny. But ever since I’ve got here I’ve been beaten up, dragged around, and took all the fucking punishment! And for what? I don’t hear a thank you. I don’t get anything in return. I left the fucking Filth Parade for a reason! I didn’t come to this place to hop right into someone else’s bullshit! Yet here I am... week after week, eating beatdowns from an Executioner while Devereaux’s sitting God knows where. This shit is getting real old, real fast.”
Johnny slaps his hand on the side of the building as he begins pacing back and forth. He can’t stop thinking about how he’s become a pawn... and he doesn’t like it.
“Now I’ve gotta’ step in the ring against the King of the Canines. What in the fuck is that shit?! You think you’re some big bad dog who runs the yard? Cuz to me you seem like a itty bitty puppy! You’re off the leash boy and they’ve called in the dog pound to put you back in your place! Things are about to get ruff!”
Johnny chuckles to himself before cracking his neck to the side. He rubs his chin before eyeing the camera.
“Whether you attacked me or you didn’t Blake, I’m giving you the Old Yeller treatment this week. I’m putting you out of your misery at L!GHTS OUT! I’m done fucking around with these attacks and I’m done being the fucking victim in this Devereaux, Salvation bullshit! This shits going to come to an end, even if I have to run through the entire roster to end it!”
Johnny pushes himself away from the wall as he pushes past the camera. The camera stumbles and then refocuses as Johnny walks off, away from the Mercedes-Benz Arena. We see him pull out a flask as he tilts his head back and pours it down his gullet. The camera fades out as Johnny walks into the distance, waiting for his next fight.
