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| Greg Cherry vs. Glacier | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 10 2007, 08:19 PM (126 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Sep 10 2007, 08:19 PM Post #1 |
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Greg Cherry vs. Glacier RP Limit: 3 RP per person Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, September 18, 2007 Show Date: Wednesday, September 19, 2007 Good Luck Everyone! |
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| Greg Cherry | Sep 18 2007, 10:57 PM Post #2 |
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A Sensational Journey Back to the Top |
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| Glacier | Sep 18 2007, 10:58 PM Post #3 |
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The Coldest Mofo Around
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Scenes open as a blonde man is working out in a white wifebeater and some Old Navy khaki carpenter jeans with white sneakers. No, it’s not Eminem. It’s me, your friendly neighborhood asshole. I was working out before my match against Greg Cherry. I thought I’d get in some shape. I’ve been busy and as a six foot five guy weighing well over two hundred pounds…I get hungry easily. So I’m a bit fat? That’s all right cause I just got off the treadmill and I’m bench-pressing. I’ve been busy with family coming over for a week for a visit then go to the eye doctor, my regular doctor, and then I’ll have to head to the dentist soon. Beads of sweat dripped down my face as I got up. I took a quick look over to see where the nearest water cooler was. There was none, they were selling water bottles though. I bought two and drank them quickly. My eye vision was getting a bit blurry…must be tired. “Getting old, huh?” But I could certainly HEAR…and still notice a black man walking towards me. I looked up and wiped my eyes. It was Shorty. I hadn’t heard this man’s voice since I hung up on him. He looked down at me. I noticed that tense feeling. We didn’t talk the last time on good terms and knowing him, one foot in my ass is all he needed to get his revenge. Not that I’m scared of the guy…but shit, he taught me all I knew minus the trash talking. I’m not really looking to get into an altercation with him since he probably knows every counter for any move I try to put on him. I mean, he had to have been something if he trained Shorty Jr. for awhile. As much as I hate the suicidal runt and his little friends in Majestic, he led a very successful career in Majestic. The only person to win the two belts in the same federation is Nathan Kaye. Not bad at all. Yet it doesn’t matter cause when you look down at the tale of the tape…I’m better than both of them. “Not really…what do you want?” “You…” “What? When did you turn gay? What the fu…” “Shut the hell up and let me finish. I want you…to win the SCW Championship.” “Why? So you can try and beat me for it? Nice try, Shorty. But that idea would have only worked on your son’s naïve ass.” “No, you dipshit. I’m tired of seeing these same idiots who have been here for plus five years win the title over and over again. This Wheeler guy…it’s his SIXTH reign. They need a fresh face. Maybe you can get in if you beat Greg Cherry.” “What are you getting out of it?” “The satisfaction to know that if Junior comes back that his time won’t be wasted by being locked out of the SCW Championship division because only guys from five years plus are in it.” “Hmm…interesting. We’ll talk.” I was interested in his idea. He obviously wanted to manage me to the top. It’s true, if I beat the SCW Champion whose held the title for six months before being properly shut down by Xander Valentine…then I could definitely be a shoe-in for a chance at the belt. Then maybe beat Jay Gold and a few other former titleholders, I’ll be right there in front of Jason Wheeler. I’ll be there, staring down the man who has what I want. Let’s admit, I deserve it more than any of these idiots no matter how long they’ve been there. See, it’s quality before quantity. It doesn’t matter the quantity of years you’ve been here…if you suck shit, a quality guy like me will come in and run things. It’s what I do don’t like it? There’s a box of Kleenex and a gay man on whose shoulder you should cry. As Shorty opened the door, he turned around and looked at me. He had kind of a small grin on his face. I could only imagine what he would say. “Remember…one Cherry might lead to a fruit basket full of opportunities.” “That was corny as shit…” “Says the man who came up with the slogan ‘Cold as Ice’…” I stuck my middle finger up at him with a smirk across my face. He laughed and left. I was surprised he was in Texas. I wonder for what. He can be stingy so I doubt he would have flied all the way down to Texas just to see me. Hmmm…there is something behind that. I’ll see about that later. I should head to the arena. It’s getting late and I don’t want to be late with the heavy traffic. I got up and took a towel from nearby then wiped the sweat off of myself. Looking through my gym bag, I found a white tank top with a light blue Nike swoosh. I changed it from my sweaty tank top. Soon enough, I got up and headed out the door. I got into my Dodge Viper. It was the classic blue with two white stripes going down. Nothing special. I guess I have to go to the America Airlines Arena now. I drove off and finally got to the parking lot. Swamped with a bunch of media people, I pushed some of them aside as I got in. I looked around and sighed. “Damn, it’s a fucking jungle out of there. Just like how it will be in the ring…when I see Speed and Wheeler face off because my match will be the match people will sleep on. How can you blame them? If I saw Cherry’s name on a card, I would instantly fall asleep as well. Greg doesn’t even have the balls to defend his belt against real wrestlers. Eddie Parker? What the fuck? You have got to be kidding me. If I were the owner, I’d strip him of his belt and condemn him to wrestler against Lawler for the rest of his stay in SCW. It’s a damn shame. Greg Cherry has been trying to monopolize the championship scene from the tag team belts to the SCW Championship itself. The belts belong to Syndicate Inc. Xander knocked his ass out for the SCW Championship so Greg is a bit…desperate to say the least. He is defending his belt against people who are not even real main eventers but that’s okay because when I put my foot up his ass he’ll stop that.” “Of course he will, because he suffers from asshole cancer. Ninety percent of former SCW Champions do. I’ll cure it with one good kick. What can he really do when he can’t walk straight for two weeks? What he can do is hand me his belt and move out of my way as I head to the top. I don’t have time to play games and that’s the truth. If Cherry wants to play with Eddie Parker, that’s fine but not when he’s holding gold. Then again, as long as it’s not the SCW Championship…I could care less. What do I care about? Seeing Cherry down for the pin. I’m tired of Cherry’s cocky ass…be cocky, but actually have a reason for it. Being some raisin head looking fucker with a Star Wars facial expression is not it.” I walked off as scenes fade away. |
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