Post by Eli Young on Jun 9, 2010 18:22:15 GMT -5
The arena is buzzing as always because it is the beginning of the GHW Live television broadcast. Fans are still talking about the “War Party” segment that had taken part only moments earlier. Their attentions turn toward the stage, though, as “What You Know” by T.I. blares over the P.A. system. There is confusion among the audience to whose theme this is. There questions are soon answered when the shuffling curtains part and out steps a tall bearded man of African descent.
"Who is this guy?"
"I don't know but he looks like one bad-ass, motherfu..."
"Al, please, this is a televised show."
His well built structure definitely stands out even though he is wearing a black MMA style tee shirt over his torso. He dusts off the upper part of his dark blue jeans before letting his white Air Ones lead him down the ramp toward the ring. His face tells no story of his intentions or who the hell he is. The only sign of personality expressed from this man is when he makes a backhanding motion toward a fan to his left who had said that he was a hobo. The motion had caused the fan to fall backward only to get mocked by the people around him.
"Now that's the kind of stuff I like to see. Someone who's not afraid to put the fans in their place. We all know I would but I got a job here at the announcer's table that I would like to keep."
"That's true, and we don't even know if this guy works here at all. But if he's got a theme song then he must be. I'm guessing that he had recently signed a contract."
The man reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron before stepping through the top and middle ropes into the ring. Charlie Coors, who was waiting in the northwestern corner with the microphone in his hand, looks across the ring at the approaching man with a uneasy feeling in his gut. He hands the microphone over and quickly exits the ring through the northern ring ropes between the middle and bottom ropes onto the apron. Before Charlie could leap off of the apron, the man swings his right leg and drives the toe of his shoe into Coors' backside which knocks him off the apron onto the ground below. This action gives the man a mixed reaction with the fans but he doesn't seem to notice as he turns toward the crowd on the eastern side of the ring and begins to speak.
"My name is Eli Young; I am a former fighter in the Mixed Martial Arts division. That means that I know how to kick some ass, but that's not the reason why I'm here. The reason I'm here is because I've been hired by GHW to be a physical trainer. Which was okay with me at first, I sat backstage helping the injured and improving the physical appearance and strengths of those who spent more time a McDonalds than at the Gym."
"Eli Young? That doesn't seem to ring a bell. I've heard of all the trainers but he isn't one of them."
"Colin, if the man said he was a trainer then he was a trainer. Question him again and you might end up like Charles over there."
There is some laughter from the crowd at Eli's comment. It was not meant to be funny, it was the truth. He had spent a good amount of time helping people backstage with physical issues since the return of Glory and Honor Wrestling. Young strokes his beard with his free left hand before continuing.
"But then I got bored and I felt unappreciated. Hell, most of the Fighty fighty persons I helped just called me 'Grizzly' because of my beard. Did I take offense? Hell yeah I did. So what did I do? I punched them in the face. Now these boys are professional Fighty fighty persons not punk-ass b**ches. That's the only reason I didn't get fired, but it's cool. I got fed up with being a physical trainer, anyway. So, I talked to the one Fighty fighty person who remembered my name...Reeves."
"Oh, Grizzly! I've heard of him."
"Who haven't you heard of? Seriously."
The mention of Reeves brings about an uproar of delight from the men, women, and children in the crowd. They had never lost faith in their fallen hero but how long will it be before they realize that times have changed for the Sketch Kid. Eli just shakes his head while expressing a bit of disgust on his face.
"Reeves is one of the greatest talents that this company has to offer and that's what I told him. I also told him that he was never going to make it out of the middle card unless he manned up and revealed his true colors. By hiding behind that shield that you fans veiled over his head, he became delusional and actually believed that he could do anything. It was not long before he realized that it was just a lie. When Reeves tried that moonsault double foot stomp on his opponent who was outside of the ring, he hit it for sure, but the damage done had put him on the shelf for a whole month or two. Not only that but it cost Reeves his match against that Masked Monkey that you all have decided to make your new idol. You people had him in your hands and blew it. Now, he rolls with the newer and bigger dog on the block. That dog is me."
The crowd boos the former MMA fighter who now looks more angry than happy about it. His eyes are squinted and narrowed at the crowd but he turns his back on them to face the crowd on the western side of the ring. They are also booing him but are not as ugly as the ones on the opposite side.
"What, you punks don't believe me? Fine. Why don't we invite my golden boy down to the ring so he can show who the hell he is aligned with now. I warn you now, don't expect anything good to come out of it. I've spent some time with Reeves and showed him how to take people's attention and respect instead of earning either. He's a Young Blood now, bitches, and nothing you say or do can change that."
"Young Blood? What's going on here?"
"Fuzz, I believe it's just the beginning of something beautiful."
Eli Young lowers his microphone and stares at the audience. He finally turns his attention to the top of the ramp as he waits for the New York Native. There is no look of concern on his face only certainty. His confidence is beaming even though his face may not be.
"Who is this guy?"
"I don't know but he looks like one bad-ass, motherfu..."
"Al, please, this is a televised show."
His well built structure definitely stands out even though he is wearing a black MMA style tee shirt over his torso. He dusts off the upper part of his dark blue jeans before letting his white Air Ones lead him down the ramp toward the ring. His face tells no story of his intentions or who the hell he is. The only sign of personality expressed from this man is when he makes a backhanding motion toward a fan to his left who had said that he was a hobo. The motion had caused the fan to fall backward only to get mocked by the people around him.
"Now that's the kind of stuff I like to see. Someone who's not afraid to put the fans in their place. We all know I would but I got a job here at the announcer's table that I would like to keep."
"That's true, and we don't even know if this guy works here at all. But if he's got a theme song then he must be. I'm guessing that he had recently signed a contract."
The man reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron before stepping through the top and middle ropes into the ring. Charlie Coors, who was waiting in the northwestern corner with the microphone in his hand, looks across the ring at the approaching man with a uneasy feeling in his gut. He hands the microphone over and quickly exits the ring through the northern ring ropes between the middle and bottom ropes onto the apron. Before Charlie could leap off of the apron, the man swings his right leg and drives the toe of his shoe into Coors' backside which knocks him off the apron onto the ground below. This action gives the man a mixed reaction with the fans but he doesn't seem to notice as he turns toward the crowd on the eastern side of the ring and begins to speak.
"My name is Eli Young; I am a former fighter in the Mixed Martial Arts division. That means that I know how to kick some ass, but that's not the reason why I'm here. The reason I'm here is because I've been hired by GHW to be a physical trainer. Which was okay with me at first, I sat backstage helping the injured and improving the physical appearance and strengths of those who spent more time a McDonalds than at the Gym."
"Eli Young? That doesn't seem to ring a bell. I've heard of all the trainers but he isn't one of them."
"Colin, if the man said he was a trainer then he was a trainer. Question him again and you might end up like Charles over there."
There is some laughter from the crowd at Eli's comment. It was not meant to be funny, it was the truth. He had spent a good amount of time helping people backstage with physical issues since the return of Glory and Honor Wrestling. Young strokes his beard with his free left hand before continuing.
"But then I got bored and I felt unappreciated. Hell, most of the Fighty fighty persons I helped just called me 'Grizzly' because of my beard. Did I take offense? Hell yeah I did. So what did I do? I punched them in the face. Now these boys are professional Fighty fighty persons not punk-ass b**ches. That's the only reason I didn't get fired, but it's cool. I got fed up with being a physical trainer, anyway. So, I talked to the one Fighty fighty person who remembered my name...Reeves."
"Oh, Grizzly! I've heard of him."
"Who haven't you heard of? Seriously."
The mention of Reeves brings about an uproar of delight from the men, women, and children in the crowd. They had never lost faith in their fallen hero but how long will it be before they realize that times have changed for the Sketch Kid. Eli just shakes his head while expressing a bit of disgust on his face.
"Reeves is one of the greatest talents that this company has to offer and that's what I told him. I also told him that he was never going to make it out of the middle card unless he manned up and revealed his true colors. By hiding behind that shield that you fans veiled over his head, he became delusional and actually believed that he could do anything. It was not long before he realized that it was just a lie. When Reeves tried that moonsault double foot stomp on his opponent who was outside of the ring, he hit it for sure, but the damage done had put him on the shelf for a whole month or two. Not only that but it cost Reeves his match against that Masked Monkey that you all have decided to make your new idol. You people had him in your hands and blew it. Now, he rolls with the newer and bigger dog on the block. That dog is me."
The crowd boos the former MMA fighter who now looks more angry than happy about it. His eyes are squinted and narrowed at the crowd but he turns his back on them to face the crowd on the western side of the ring. They are also booing him but are not as ugly as the ones on the opposite side.
"What, you punks don't believe me? Fine. Why don't we invite my golden boy down to the ring so he can show who the hell he is aligned with now. I warn you now, don't expect anything good to come out of it. I've spent some time with Reeves and showed him how to take people's attention and respect instead of earning either. He's a Young Blood now, bitches, and nothing you say or do can change that."
"Young Blood? What's going on here?"
"Fuzz, I believe it's just the beginning of something beautiful."
Eli Young lowers his microphone and stares at the audience. He finally turns his attention to the top of the ramp as he waits for the New York Native. There is no look of concern on his face only certainty. His confidence is beaming even though his face may not be.
{TBC: Reeves}