Post by Elliott Siscoe on Sept 5, 2020 22:41:13 GMT -5
LAST WEEK…
”...I was supposed to show up at the Alpha Showdown with fire. Go into that ring, dust the rust off and explode onto the scene in Alpha Pro Wrestling. Instead I couldn’t leave California to make it to Las Vegas on time for the show. I feel as though I let the company down. The fans in attendance that were excited to see me return to fighting action. I let myself down. All the work I did leading up to that show was all for not. But this time, this week. I will be in Albuquerque ready to go for Monday Night Metal…”
Sitting at home I watched the Alpha Showdown on my couch next to my son Dimitri who’s eyes lit up with excitement. But he broke my heart by saying…
“Daddy, I wish you were there. I want to see you fight again.”
...It hurt but I promised him that he would get to see me fight this next week. As the show came to a close, as did his eyes. Falling fast asleep on my lap. I smiled widely as I picked him up and took him to his bed. As I turned his light off telling him goodnight, I decided to visit my trophy room.
”This is the inspiration I will need to push through this next battle in my professional career.”
Moving down the stairs to my office that Jess and I decided to tuck away down in the basement. Reaching the bottom of the stairs switching on the lights. They blink on slowly revealing my desk and my trophy case. I step over to it and peer in. Looking at the championship belts I won, especially the Fight One Outlaw title. That one was my prize. My proudest moment. Being able to do that in front of my boy. I was filled with pride. He was elated too. Jess was happy for me, being able to overcome that moniker of being a choke artist. Unable to accomplish the big time win when those lights are on bright and the crowd is at peak excitement. Smiling through the glass at the championship belt before making the decision.
”I think you need to be dusted off and be introduced to the Alpha fans in New Mexico.”
I gently slide the glass door open and I reach up and grasp the title belt. That rush immediately surges through me. The electricity of the victory also surges through my veins. Holding it then placing it over my right shoulder. It felt amazing once again. Stepping back after closing the glass case, I step around to my desk chair and click on my computer.
”I should probably take a look at who I am supposed to be facing this week on Metal?”
Moving the mouse to open up my business email.
”Dear Mister Siscoe, we have a spot open on this upcoming Metal show. Would you be interested in coming to Albuquerque, New Mexico to fight? I responded with a yes I am most definitely in. The next email, there it is. Oh my opponent is going to be this dude named Apocalypse spelled with a K. Interesting.”
I move the mouse around some and pull up the Alpha website in hopes to find some information on this fella. Searching through the website, all that is given is his stats.
”Well this is a bit shitty. Nothing to ridicule and go after. He is a big boy too. Fuck me. Well I guess I am gonna have to keep up the movement in this thing. Six foot eight inches tall and at a hefty two hundred seventy five pounds. This is gonna take some smarts and quick fucking movements.”
I close down my email and shut down the computer, I look over at my title. Yes I will be taking this with me to the fights.
”The night is closing in. Training has been intense. I am going to be ready for this fight. I am going to make the splash that I wanted to do last week at the supershow.”
Let’s kick this recording off right. The camera is sitting across the yard. I decided to make this first promotional statement for this company that is going to be creative. Coming out of the sliding glass door into our backyard off to the side of the camera. I enter the frame of the camera directly in front and begin to walk toward it.
”Here we are. Oh wait. Here I am ladies and gentlefreaks out there in the world. Some of you may know me, others may not. I allow what I do in the ring speak for itself, then y’all can youtube me after that. First off I would like to apologize to all of you in Las Vegas for not being able to be there for the big Alpha Showdown show. I promise you that it will not happen ever again. I got this shit locked down now. So y’all might be wondering what brings this knucklehead to the television sets. Computer screens. Smartphones and tablets of all sorts. Well it is quite simple, I have another fight. Another chance to step into that Alpha ring and wreak some havoc. I wanted that number one contendership for the world strap but that will come later on. I gotta get my feet wet first right? So my real first challenge standing in my way this upcoming Monday Night Metal, is a dude by the name Apocalypse spelt with a K.”
“So there ain’t much I can say about this dude other than he is a massive guy. He towers over me. He outweighs me and honestly y’all he is probably a helluva lot stronger than me. But what you ladies and gentlefreaks out that must know is, I have taken on bigger and worse folks than this Apocalypse fella. Some of y’all know that this ain’t my first rodeo.”
Kneeling now.
”I have fought all over this world. Yes I have lost some. I also have won a lot too. But I don’t wanna sit here and bore y’all with a history recap of Elliott Siscoe. Nah. Let’s stick to the subject at hand. That being Apocalypse. I will be calling you Poca, for short. If that bothers you, oh fucking well. Look, I fucked up. I missed this and that which caused my travel plans to be all screwy for the Alpha Showdown. That ain’t going to happen this time Poca. Now to the fans out there, don’t worry, just because I haven’t been actively fighting, I have stuck with a heavy and fight style training regimen. So if mister Poca thinks that this will be an easy breezy victory. Your ass better start using the cinder block you call a brain for something other than bashing through walls. Wait can you do something with a cinder block other than cause damage to things? Or stack things into a nice little fence type deal. Hell Jess and I did that for the garden that is lining the yard just behind this camera. Again not relevant to this conversation folks. I have brought myself in front of this camera to chat about things concerning Poca. Now attempting to do research on this dude was difficult. He really has nothing listed anywhere about himself. Where he came from. What kinda life he lived to this point. No Wiki page. No arrest record that I could find. I am sure he has done some fishy things in his lifetime. But that is not confirmed so I ain’t gonna sit here and drag his name through the mud over non confirmed shit.”
“I know that this ain’t gonna be a tea party type thing. It will be a fight. And well Poca buddy, I am ready to bring all the fight that I can muster to put you down for that three second count. The tan count as they say. Wait they don’t say it that way, do they? Fuck it. I will come up with something catchy and hilarious some day soon. So Poca my enemy, I want you to know and I need you to know that I am a fighter. I am a brawler. I don’t have that q word in my vocabulary. Do you know what word I am talking about dude? Meh, I guess we will find out that this Monday night. From what little I was able to scrape up about you via the internet machine Poca, you are violent. You dig inflicting damage in a hardcore style way. Now that ain’t my cup of tea, but I can adapt. Adaptation to the environment and what is going on around me is probably my biggest and most unexpected weapon. It also helps me that the little thing in my brain that tells me to be afraid and cower away from what is coming at me is broken or doesn’t exist. I have survived far worse things that your brick headed imagination can come up with.”
“Now folks out there watching this, I know this is pretty standard of a promotional statement. That part of this world I am a little rusty on. I can promise that these things will grow more and more entertaining as we go along in my career here in Alpha. So in conclusion to this thing toward you Poca. No matter the situation. No matter how much it seems you got me down and out. Be wary dude. I don’t know when to stop. I have only one gear, that gear is forward and full blast. How I am looking at this fight is as a puzzle. Poca, you’re a giant million piece puzzle, although already assembled, there are certain areas that need tweaking and finangling. I will solve the puzzle that is Apocalypse spelled with a K. Just when everyone thinks that the fight is over and the victory is in your hands Poca, that is when the puzzle will be solved ultimately. Change something slightly and send you toppling to the ground like a heap of bricks. There is that old saying that the bigger they are the harder they fall. I look forward to seeing how hard your ass falls under my relentlessness. My never say die attitude, and well my overall skill when it comes to fighting. This is the blah blah portion of our fight. But Monday night, the time for words is over. Time for action. My official debut will be a first step victory. Bring it on Poca.”
”Daddy, what ya doing out here?”
His tiny voice calls out to me from the sliding glass door I came out here through. I step forward and shut off the camera and turn to him.
”Just doing my promotional thing for my fight coming up buddy. You wanna play buddy?”
THE NEXT CHAPTER BEGINS…
