Post by The Revenant on May 17, 2020 21:18:29 GMT -5
Another sleepless night for ol' Jake… But the road gets me away from my apartment for a bit, I don't have to stare into the dark void that was left behind to fester… A house is supposed to be a man's escape from the outside world and now mine has become a cemetery full of buried bones…
"DING!!! ORDER UP!!!"
I'm sprung to life not realizing I'm sitting in a diner again, which seemed impossible a month or two ago thanks to this Bat Virus that's taken the world by storm…
"What can I get ya sug?"
My eyes meet a mid aged woman who looks to have a plethora of experience behind those crows feet and inviting vibrant red lips. I shake off my daze and pick up my menu, making it look like I'm not going to order the same thing I order at every diner possible…
"I'll have the burger with just ketchup and can you make sure it's got some pink in it…"
I quickly scan the waitress up and down until I find her name badge which is a little white plastic plaque with yellow sunflowers decorating it.
"Misty?"
Misty laughs to herself, calming my nerves a bit.
"You can call me whatever you'd like, sug and I'll get that order right in for ya."
I return to my thought of contemplation and it drowns out the hustle and bustle of the diner surrounding me.
I just finished up my first successful match in Alpha Pro and the russian princess isn't hesitating giving me real talent to compete with… I mean this Von Richter kid was a freakin jacked specimen to say the least… I mean as dumb as a box of shiny rocks, but jacked nonetheless. He looks good in the ring and he has the look of a guy you build a company around, but he's just another one of those body builder wet dreams that are thrown into a pair of spandex and told to go out and dance for the fans… That's nothing more than the rules to being Magic Mike, not to be confused with Magic Mic who is a joy to have at childrens' parties…
I guess on the outside. Vonn is a beast who can turn that shit on to bring pain and success, but once you get past all that, what are you left with? A meat head throwing arms and feet around for a good 15 minutes if that, who is winded once the final bell rings? Don't get me wrong, I want the kid to succeed, because this business is lacking that true story as of late, where the underdog gets his day, but Vonn is going to have to prove it to get that story for himself…
He's going to have to fight ME and I'm not coming to Monday Night Metal to lose… Oh no, I'm back in the land of the living to do what I do best and that is to do what everyone thinks I’m not capable of. Vonn is just like the rest of them, he thinks I’m just some aged idiot who is far past his prime and has nothing left to give to this industry… But he’s not the first young buck who thought they had my number and was proven wrong, and he won’t be the last.
Jake Karnes, The Revenant is a man who has surpassed the brink of his own destruction and found a way back to the top!
“Here you go, sug.”
I turn to see the plate slide in front of me and my mouth starts to salivate instantly.
“Plenty of protein, I see…”
“Yeah, my cook said you’re a wrestler type, so you needed something that one of those Arnold Classic Meat heads would eat.”
“Pssh, I’m not some steroid induced fruit cake, Misty, I am a well oiled machine who can work circles around my opposition…”
Misty snickers and her laugh warms my very soul.
“Sure you can, sug, sure you can.”
“Meh, you’ll see and so won’t that meat head, Vonn Richter.”
I speak his name as if Misty even knows two things about my business and the curtain jerkers who try to be more than what they are… It’s okay, that cook in the back knows a wrestler when he sees one and the fans marked out when I was signed to APW… So I must be doing something right.
Monday Night Metal is going to be here before I know it and Vonn Richter is going to be eating that forever looming, 1-2-3… For 3 seconds is all it takes and as he’s still trying to work out that core math problem of how he adds up to me, The Revenant will be walking away with the win.
He can bring his best shot, but ultimately he will come up short, just like the supposed WMD he’s hiding in his tighty whities…
I look over to Misty and I can tell she’s waiting for me to take a bite of my burger, so I oblige by taking a huge mouthful and swallowing it down my gullet like a mouth breathing neanderthal.
“Is it good, sug?”
“Mmm, hmm…”
I wipe the ketchup from my stache and I place the burger back down onto the plate.
“Excellent flavor and yes, plenty of protein. Please give my appreciation to your cook.”
“Will do, sug, will do… If you need anything else, just let me know.”
Misty sonters away and I stare down at the massive burger before me, noticing the comparison of my meathead opponent and the mecha of sandwiches that weighs my plate down.
It is indeed massive and it should cause envy amongst all the patrons in the diner, but when I dig into it, I see it is just a mediocre under seasoned hunk of meat that is only good to satisfy my hunger temporarily, not keep me satisfied for the long haul. That is Vonn Richter, he is under seasoned and he’s not built to run for too long. Whatever substance is good about him went up like a flash in the hot oiled pan… I will make short work of him at Metal and after I destroy this burger, it’ll be even more clearer to all watching me in this diner… And most importantly those who are watching from around the world. The Revenant is back and it’s going to take more than some jacked up ape to slow me down from my climb,,, Believe me.
I scarfed the rest of the burger down and polish it off with a nice ice cold Coke, wiped off my mouth and instantly threw up my left index finger.
“Check please.”
"DING!!! ORDER UP!!!"
I'm sprung to life not realizing I'm sitting in a diner again, which seemed impossible a month or two ago thanks to this Bat Virus that's taken the world by storm…
"What can I get ya sug?"
My eyes meet a mid aged woman who looks to have a plethora of experience behind those crows feet and inviting vibrant red lips. I shake off my daze and pick up my menu, making it look like I'm not going to order the same thing I order at every diner possible…
"I'll have the burger with just ketchup and can you make sure it's got some pink in it…"
I quickly scan the waitress up and down until I find her name badge which is a little white plastic plaque with yellow sunflowers decorating it.
"Misty?"
Misty laughs to herself, calming my nerves a bit.
"You can call me whatever you'd like, sug and I'll get that order right in for ya."
I return to my thought of contemplation and it drowns out the hustle and bustle of the diner surrounding me.
I just finished up my first successful match in Alpha Pro and the russian princess isn't hesitating giving me real talent to compete with… I mean this Von Richter kid was a freakin jacked specimen to say the least… I mean as dumb as a box of shiny rocks, but jacked nonetheless. He looks good in the ring and he has the look of a guy you build a company around, but he's just another one of those body builder wet dreams that are thrown into a pair of spandex and told to go out and dance for the fans… That's nothing more than the rules to being Magic Mike, not to be confused with Magic Mic who is a joy to have at childrens' parties…
I guess on the outside. Vonn is a beast who can turn that shit on to bring pain and success, but once you get past all that, what are you left with? A meat head throwing arms and feet around for a good 15 minutes if that, who is winded once the final bell rings? Don't get me wrong, I want the kid to succeed, because this business is lacking that true story as of late, where the underdog gets his day, but Vonn is going to have to prove it to get that story for himself…
He's going to have to fight ME and I'm not coming to Monday Night Metal to lose… Oh no, I'm back in the land of the living to do what I do best and that is to do what everyone thinks I’m not capable of. Vonn is just like the rest of them, he thinks I’m just some aged idiot who is far past his prime and has nothing left to give to this industry… But he’s not the first young buck who thought they had my number and was proven wrong, and he won’t be the last.
Jake Karnes, The Revenant is a man who has surpassed the brink of his own destruction and found a way back to the top!
“Here you go, sug.”
I turn to see the plate slide in front of me and my mouth starts to salivate instantly.
“Plenty of protein, I see…”
“Yeah, my cook said you’re a wrestler type, so you needed something that one of those Arnold Classic Meat heads would eat.”
“Pssh, I’m not some steroid induced fruit cake, Misty, I am a well oiled machine who can work circles around my opposition…”
Misty snickers and her laugh warms my very soul.
“Sure you can, sug, sure you can.”
“Meh, you’ll see and so won’t that meat head, Vonn Richter.”
I speak his name as if Misty even knows two things about my business and the curtain jerkers who try to be more than what they are… It’s okay, that cook in the back knows a wrestler when he sees one and the fans marked out when I was signed to APW… So I must be doing something right.
Monday Night Metal is going to be here before I know it and Vonn Richter is going to be eating that forever looming, 1-2-3… For 3 seconds is all it takes and as he’s still trying to work out that core math problem of how he adds up to me, The Revenant will be walking away with the win.
He can bring his best shot, but ultimately he will come up short, just like the supposed WMD he’s hiding in his tighty whities…
I look over to Misty and I can tell she’s waiting for me to take a bite of my burger, so I oblige by taking a huge mouthful and swallowing it down my gullet like a mouth breathing neanderthal.
“Is it good, sug?”
“Mmm, hmm…”
I wipe the ketchup from my stache and I place the burger back down onto the plate.
“Excellent flavor and yes, plenty of protein. Please give my appreciation to your cook.”
“Will do, sug, will do… If you need anything else, just let me know.”
Misty sonters away and I stare down at the massive burger before me, noticing the comparison of my meathead opponent and the mecha of sandwiches that weighs my plate down.
It is indeed massive and it should cause envy amongst all the patrons in the diner, but when I dig into it, I see it is just a mediocre under seasoned hunk of meat that is only good to satisfy my hunger temporarily, not keep me satisfied for the long haul. That is Vonn Richter, he is under seasoned and he’s not built to run for too long. Whatever substance is good about him went up like a flash in the hot oiled pan… I will make short work of him at Metal and after I destroy this burger, it’ll be even more clearer to all watching me in this diner… And most importantly those who are watching from around the world. The Revenant is back and it’s going to take more than some jacked up ape to slow me down from my climb,,, Believe me.
I scarfed the rest of the burger down and polish it off with a nice ice cold Coke, wiped off my mouth and instantly threw up my left index finger.
“Check please.”
