Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2020 23:48:26 GMT -5
Alpha Pro Wrestling, a hot up and coming fed that got the attention of Derek Wellings. It's been over two years since he last saw the squared circle. Today he finds himself in a kiddie pool filled with water and ice in addition to several brands of beer. A small grill coal grill with hot dogs and burgers cooking next to empty bottles. Nearby his neighbors, David & Franklin, sigh then call his daughter. One hand reaching between his legs, searching for something.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Where are you, little bastard?
A 16 year old busy Japanese young woman walks out from his house. Her disapproving groan and face palm let Derek know her disappointment. She brings over a towel for him, looking away with embarrassment.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Oh my God, Derek-san. PLEASE, put this on and go in the backyard.
*** Derek Wellings ***
How dare you?
Grabbing the front hem of his swim trunks, Derek pulls them up to his nipples.
*** Derek Wellings ***
David & Franklin?
*** Wendy Sato ***
David & Franklin.
He waves at his neighbors, who are in shock that Derek's wearing swim gear in that kiddie pool.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Liberty Roberts is coming by, we're going out. I'm not staying here to see the fall out of this. Although seeing the oncoming embarrassment is highly tempting though.
*** Derek Wellings ***
David and Franklin have been my neighbors and dealt with my shenanigans and malarky longer than you've been alive.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Malarky?
*** Derek Wellings ***
So, as you kids say, chillax-
*** Wendy Sato ***
I don't know one person who says that who isn't a boomer, boomer.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Get ready for your play date, and I'll get ready for a flight with a fight.
Wendy's clearly annoyed and texts her friend. Derek on the other hand opens another beer and reaches in between his legs and produces a bag of chilled shrimp with a bottle of cocktail sauce. Grinning widely, Derek eats some shrimp and downs them with cocktail sauce as Wendy gives him a strange look.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama, are you feeling well?
*** Derek Welling ***
Why do you ask?
*** Wendy Sato ***
IT'S NOVEMBER! YOU'RE IN A ICE WATER KIDDIE POOL EATING SHRIMP COCKTAILS. What's normal about that?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Polar Bear Club! Or I now worship Suijin, whichever makes more sense.
*** Wendy Sato ***
I haven't practiced Shinto in 8 years, when I came to America.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Well then less reason to worry. I've been in the club since 1989. It's fun and exhilarating, can't say my wife Michelle approved let along my biological kids... or father when I wrote him about it.
*** Wendy Sato ***
You're an Army Special Forces Veteran, professional wrestler who takes part of the polar bear club living in Detroit, MI. You like to live unnecessarily dangerous, don't you?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Does the Pope shit in the woods?! Of course I do! I'm an American Soldier, I live my life as extreme as I want. Some people like rugged lives in the wilderness of Alaska or deserts of Texas. Others are MMA fighters or NASCAR drivers. After 20 years of being shot at, I wanted something new. Something different and I became a wrestler.
Just then a 2000 cherry red Poniac Firebird pulls up. Derek whistles checking out the car, which also calls over his Saint Bernard and Dachshund. As the bigger dog starts eating the from grill, the smaller dog tries jumping in with him. A window of the car rolls down, a young woman leans over and shouts out at them.
*** Liberty Roberts ***
Wendy come on! Ditch the old man and lets roll! We got better things to do!
*** Derek Wellings ***
That little Lib?
*** Wendy Sato ***
Yeah, I said she's coming by earlier. Did you not hear me say that?
Derek stands up, swim trunks halfway up his torso still as beer & ice falls out the pool. He points at Liberty who blinks at him.
*** Derek Wellings ***
When the Hell did you get hot?!
*** Liberty Roberts ***
I'm 17, Derek. Why are you are you shocked and why are you looking at me like that?
*** Derek Wellings ***
I asked first! When did you get hot?!
*** Liberty Roberts ***
Can we go now, Wendy?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Your dad is going to my tag team partner very soon.
*** Wendy Sato ***
We know Derek-san, I'll see you later!
Wendy jumps through the open window, Liberty cranks up “You Ain't See Nothing Yet” by BTO & drives off. Derek stands there a moment, fixes his trunks and returns to relaxing in ice water in middle of November weather in Detroit. His dogs robbed him of most his cooked food. Noticing a burger on the ground, he dusts it of, blows on it and serves himself. Grabbing his cellphone, Derek looks at the poster for APW Vendetta. He then reaches into a black suitcase & produces the NPBW World Championship.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Time's running short. The world is ready for my reemergence. I've waited for the right moment to come back to wrestling. A few years ago I worked for Jubei Matsuda in Japan at New Blood Puroresu Wrestling and defeated Cory Bull for the NBPW World Championship. Since then, I've waited for the right time to return to America.
While I no longer defend the NBPW World Championship as the promotion closed, I followed Jubei's career and found APW. And just last week, after America Jackson won the APW Tag Team titles, I took my shot and made it count against Riley Dento or Zaigo or whatever he calls himself. During the crowing for a return APW World Heavyweight Championship match, I saw an opening and took it. I KNOW America Jackson got the message.
America Jackson, you're one of three things to me. You're a descent of former Commander-In-Chief Andrew Jackson, the descent of traitor Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, or you're a no body. Likely the last in all honesty, couldn't cut the fat in UFC or Bellator MMA so you thought you could be the next Ronda Rousey or Shayna Baszler but instead you're a whiner just like Bob Backlund. You have our countries name as your given name, don't be a baby. Be a man and demand your return title shot.
Look what I did before I made my debut match, I came in the ring, beat the Hell out of you manager and demanded a title match. At Vendetta, I have a APW North American Championship match against you. One on one, which is most fortunate for you. Easiest way for you to retain your title is a simple DQ or Count Out. While I do wish it was a Weapon Cage Match or 2/3 Glass Table Match or Taipei match or Last Man Standing, I guess they don't want me to break you yet, so I have break you like Rocky Balboa broke Ivan Drago instead.
I've watched you over the past month, and you do have a lot of heart and talent. Zaigon is a great manager, or seems to be a very competent one in the very least. I didn't take your and your manager out of malice and rancor. I came at you because I want your championship to be around my waist in my first match. You have some talent like John Blade, and yes it's true John Blade and I faced each other and worked together in previous promotions but that was years ago and this is now. I'm not a push over like John Blade was for you, I'm a world champion.
You're a world champion yourself, and while I can't speak for why you haven't gotten a return match it's simply this: you HAVE a championship. I'll free you from that championship and you can focus on the world championship. Every match your involved in before me has less winners than EZE has T-Cells. You're pumping yourself like gassing a car in neutral, it's wasted energy and potential.
Yes, I'm more of a tag team specialist than world champion or even mid tier champion. But everything changes on the drop of a dime. Maybe I'm a little full of myself, and I want to apologize for that but I cannot. Your face wanted to see what kind of man I am and at Vendetta you'll see that. The top billing may be Adelaide Ainsworth vs The Bane but WE are the Main Event. I'm going to show you why I EARNED the moniker “Mr. Main Event”. I said it last week, I'll say it again:
At Vendetta, you'll find out that One Man's Hate Leads To Another Man's Fate.
~Fin
*** Derek Wellings ***
Where are you, little bastard?
A 16 year old busy Japanese young woman walks out from his house. Her disapproving groan and face palm let Derek know her disappointment. She brings over a towel for him, looking away with embarrassment.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Oh my God, Derek-san. PLEASE, put this on and go in the backyard.
*** Derek Wellings ***
How dare you?
Grabbing the front hem of his swim trunks, Derek pulls them up to his nipples.
*** Derek Wellings ***
David & Franklin?
*** Wendy Sato ***
David & Franklin.
He waves at his neighbors, who are in shock that Derek's wearing swim gear in that kiddie pool.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Liberty Roberts is coming by, we're going out. I'm not staying here to see the fall out of this. Although seeing the oncoming embarrassment is highly tempting though.
*** Derek Wellings ***
David and Franklin have been my neighbors and dealt with my shenanigans and malarky longer than you've been alive.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Malarky?
*** Derek Wellings ***
So, as you kids say, chillax-
*** Wendy Sato ***
I don't know one person who says that who isn't a boomer, boomer.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Get ready for your play date, and I'll get ready for a flight with a fight.
Wendy's clearly annoyed and texts her friend. Derek on the other hand opens another beer and reaches in between his legs and produces a bag of chilled shrimp with a bottle of cocktail sauce. Grinning widely, Derek eats some shrimp and downs them with cocktail sauce as Wendy gives him a strange look.
*** Wendy Sato ***
Derek-sama, are you feeling well?
*** Derek Welling ***
Why do you ask?
*** Wendy Sato ***
IT'S NOVEMBER! YOU'RE IN A ICE WATER KIDDIE POOL EATING SHRIMP COCKTAILS. What's normal about that?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Polar Bear Club! Or I now worship Suijin, whichever makes more sense.
*** Wendy Sato ***
I haven't practiced Shinto in 8 years, when I came to America.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Well then less reason to worry. I've been in the club since 1989. It's fun and exhilarating, can't say my wife Michelle approved let along my biological kids... or father when I wrote him about it.
*** Wendy Sato ***
You're an Army Special Forces Veteran, professional wrestler who takes part of the polar bear club living in Detroit, MI. You like to live unnecessarily dangerous, don't you?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Does the Pope shit in the woods?! Of course I do! I'm an American Soldier, I live my life as extreme as I want. Some people like rugged lives in the wilderness of Alaska or deserts of Texas. Others are MMA fighters or NASCAR drivers. After 20 years of being shot at, I wanted something new. Something different and I became a wrestler.
Just then a 2000 cherry red Poniac Firebird pulls up. Derek whistles checking out the car, which also calls over his Saint Bernard and Dachshund. As the bigger dog starts eating the from grill, the smaller dog tries jumping in with him. A window of the car rolls down, a young woman leans over and shouts out at them.
*** Liberty Roberts ***
Wendy come on! Ditch the old man and lets roll! We got better things to do!
*** Derek Wellings ***
That little Lib?
*** Wendy Sato ***
Yeah, I said she's coming by earlier. Did you not hear me say that?
Derek stands up, swim trunks halfway up his torso still as beer & ice falls out the pool. He points at Liberty who blinks at him.
*** Derek Wellings ***
When the Hell did you get hot?!
*** Liberty Roberts ***
I'm 17, Derek. Why are you are you shocked and why are you looking at me like that?
*** Derek Wellings ***
I asked first! When did you get hot?!
*** Liberty Roberts ***
Can we go now, Wendy?
*** Derek Wellings ***
Your dad is going to my tag team partner very soon.
*** Wendy Sato ***
We know Derek-san, I'll see you later!
Wendy jumps through the open window, Liberty cranks up “You Ain't See Nothing Yet” by BTO & drives off. Derek stands there a moment, fixes his trunks and returns to relaxing in ice water in middle of November weather in Detroit. His dogs robbed him of most his cooked food. Noticing a burger on the ground, he dusts it of, blows on it and serves himself. Grabbing his cellphone, Derek looks at the poster for APW Vendetta. He then reaches into a black suitcase & produces the NPBW World Championship.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Time's running short. The world is ready for my reemergence. I've waited for the right moment to come back to wrestling. A few years ago I worked for Jubei Matsuda in Japan at New Blood Puroresu Wrestling and defeated Cory Bull for the NBPW World Championship. Since then, I've waited for the right time to return to America.
While I no longer defend the NBPW World Championship as the promotion closed, I followed Jubei's career and found APW. And just last week, after America Jackson won the APW Tag Team titles, I took my shot and made it count against Riley Dento or Zaigo or whatever he calls himself. During the crowing for a return APW World Heavyweight Championship match, I saw an opening and took it. I KNOW America Jackson got the message.
America Jackson, you're one of three things to me. You're a descent of former Commander-In-Chief Andrew Jackson, the descent of traitor Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson, or you're a no body. Likely the last in all honesty, couldn't cut the fat in UFC or Bellator MMA so you thought you could be the next Ronda Rousey or Shayna Baszler but instead you're a whiner just like Bob Backlund. You have our countries name as your given name, don't be a baby. Be a man and demand your return title shot.
Look what I did before I made my debut match, I came in the ring, beat the Hell out of you manager and demanded a title match. At Vendetta, I have a APW North American Championship match against you. One on one, which is most fortunate for you. Easiest way for you to retain your title is a simple DQ or Count Out. While I do wish it was a Weapon Cage Match or 2/3 Glass Table Match or Taipei match or Last Man Standing, I guess they don't want me to break you yet, so I have break you like Rocky Balboa broke Ivan Drago instead.
I've watched you over the past month, and you do have a lot of heart and talent. Zaigon is a great manager, or seems to be a very competent one in the very least. I didn't take your and your manager out of malice and rancor. I came at you because I want your championship to be around my waist in my first match. You have some talent like John Blade, and yes it's true John Blade and I faced each other and worked together in previous promotions but that was years ago and this is now. I'm not a push over like John Blade was for you, I'm a world champion.
You're a world champion yourself, and while I can't speak for why you haven't gotten a return match it's simply this: you HAVE a championship. I'll free you from that championship and you can focus on the world championship. Every match your involved in before me has less winners than EZE has T-Cells. You're pumping yourself like gassing a car in neutral, it's wasted energy and potential.
Yes, I'm more of a tag team specialist than world champion or even mid tier champion. But everything changes on the drop of a dime. Maybe I'm a little full of myself, and I want to apologize for that but I cannot. Your face wanted to see what kind of man I am and at Vendetta you'll see that. The top billing may be Adelaide Ainsworth vs The Bane but WE are the Main Event. I'm going to show you why I EARNED the moniker “Mr. Main Event”. I said it last week, I'll say it again:
At Vendetta, you'll find out that One Man's Hate Leads To Another Man's Fate.
~Fin
