They Said a Storm was Coming
May 22, 2014 22:27:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 22:27:58 GMT -5
3:26am
Boston, Massachusetts
Okay now this is getting interesting, I say to my TV as I find myself awake again multitasking between watching my TV and catching up on the latest wrestling news that I have missed out on. Through the last couple of nights I find myself still trying to get used to the ‘new’ time zone that my body is unfamiliar with. So I began to watch this Game of Thrones show that I keep hearing about.
Up until now I wasn't that into it, that was until some young kid got knocked off of his horse with a piece of wood through his throat. Gruesome I know, but this kind of stuff entertains me. After watching a Horse get its head sliced off and a few sword fights I decide to call it a night. I reach over to grab my cigarettes and TV remote off of my shitty IKEA coffee table. I stand up and stretch my legs and place a cigarette in between my lips before walking outside onto my tiny balcony of my fourth floor apartment.
Tonight was a nice change from the past couple of late nights. There weren't any grey clouds covering the sky accompanying the chilling breeze I always hated and there were even a couple of stars shining bright in the night’s sky. I took one last drag from my Marlboro Light before extinguishing it on the guardrail and flicking it into the street below. Starting to feel drained off all of my energy I decide that bed might be the best option, up until my iPhone decided to ring.
Annoyed I let out a sigh after my curiosity got the better of me. The call was from good friend who I haven’t spoken to in almost a year, Sean Sands my former tag team partner back when I first got into the sport. Sean and I weren't really close when I first signed with the EAW back in 2012 on their UK tour, but after I defeated him for the television title in my second match, ending his seventeen day reign he appreciated the skill I had. When I eventually lost the belt and failed to regain it we formed a team, Future Shock one of the fast rising teams in the promotion until its demise in October that same year.
“Hello.” I said answering my phone. “Danny Boy! I knew you’d be awake. So what I heard was true, you’re back.” Sean replied instantly. “Yeah mate, I got back about three days ago.” I say while rubbing my tired eyes. “What? And not even a phone call? Geez you’re a slack-ass.” Sean said with energy in his voice. “I've been busy moving in numb nuts, I was eventually going to call you sooner or later.” I replied trying to wipe some of the guilt off of my shoulders.
“Sure you were. I also hear you've signed back with the FGA?” Sean said moving the conversation forward. “Yeah that’s true too I have been booked for their Asbury Park taping against -.” I replied but was interrupted; people really have a habit of doing that to me. “Mark Storm.” Sean said finishing my sentence. “Yeah, do you know him?” I reply interested. “More than what you do by the sound of it, but not a lot he’s like a ghost. Google, Wikipedia even the Cagematch database don’t have anything much on him.” Sean said gaining my interested a little more. “Well what do you know?” I said trying to get a feel for my first opponent back on American soil.
I spark up another cigarette and walk back outside onto my balcony while Sean filled me in on my opponent. “I know that Mark is currently in a couple of promotions throughout the East Coast and believes that he is a future world champion, like you do and will do anything to win including cheating, which sometimes makes him look like the anti-hero.” I take another drag and exhale through my nose as Sean continues. “He has held heavyweight titles but nothing too notable for us anyway.” Sean finished, giving me a better insight for my opponent. “Sounds like I have been booked against someone that knows how to throw down.” I replied. “Yeah but he is beatable Danny, everyone is just remember that.” Sean said giving me confidence.
“Just like you were back in England.” I said giving Sean a cheap shot. “Hey, that reminds me I won a world title before you so that means you owe me a case of Bud, brother.” Sean replied countering my now attempted cheap shot. “Okay smartass, how about you come around sometime and we’ll have some of your beer?” I said knowing that the conversation was going to be over soon. “Yeah okay, let me know when you’re in Asbury Park and we’ll catch up.” Sean replied knowing that the conversation was soon to be over. “No worries mate, I’ll let you know, bye.” I press the red circular ‘end call’ icon and finally got see the time, 4:53 am. Another late night for me tomorrow I suppose.
I left the FGA one year ago to seek out what I thought I needed at the time which was more experience, more training and more knowledge. And it’s safe to say that I don’t really know what to expect from the guys in the back or the fans who will be attending the Asbury Park show. Will they welcome me back with open arms or give me the cold shoulder wanting me to prove myself?
After ‘finding’ myself as you do I wonder if my year in Japan would be worth it. I know that I tend to think too much on the simplest of things but that is just me it’s how I’ve always been. That’s why when I was booked against Mark Storm a couple of days ago I found it hard to find anything on the guy, I didn’t know his background, where he was from or what he even looked like. So you could imagine my interested when Sean called me and ended up giving me some information on my opponent.
Not really knowing much about Mark besides what Sean told me gave me something to work with, even though it was only little. Mark likes to play the anti-hero which from experience can either intimidate an opponent or annoy them. I am one who gets annoyed after losing the television title to someone similar back in the EAW days.
I just have to let him think that I he is in control when really he isn’t. Think methodical not unsystematic and wait for an opening before I catching him off guard and ending the anti-hero façade. It sounds easier said than done I know, but I have gone against a few guys like this and my comeback seems to be strong until my former unsystematic way of thinking ruined it for me. I just need to remember think slowly, attack openings and not the first part of the body I see, even if it isn’t a ‘pretty’ move just make sure it’s an effective one.
Anyone can go out in the ring and through kicks and flips but not at the price of wearing yourself out and letting fatigue set in early. So whether in Asbury Park I will be welcomed or not I am coming to make my comeback and prove that I can still rise to be one of the top dogs.
They said a storm was coming, but not Mark Storm, it’ll be Hurricane Daniels!
Boston, Massachusetts
Okay now this is getting interesting, I say to my TV as I find myself awake again multitasking between watching my TV and catching up on the latest wrestling news that I have missed out on. Through the last couple of nights I find myself still trying to get used to the ‘new’ time zone that my body is unfamiliar with. So I began to watch this Game of Thrones show that I keep hearing about.
Up until now I wasn't that into it, that was until some young kid got knocked off of his horse with a piece of wood through his throat. Gruesome I know, but this kind of stuff entertains me. After watching a Horse get its head sliced off and a few sword fights I decide to call it a night. I reach over to grab my cigarettes and TV remote off of my shitty IKEA coffee table. I stand up and stretch my legs and place a cigarette in between my lips before walking outside onto my tiny balcony of my fourth floor apartment.
Tonight was a nice change from the past couple of late nights. There weren't any grey clouds covering the sky accompanying the chilling breeze I always hated and there were even a couple of stars shining bright in the night’s sky. I took one last drag from my Marlboro Light before extinguishing it on the guardrail and flicking it into the street below. Starting to feel drained off all of my energy I decide that bed might be the best option, up until my iPhone decided to ring.
Annoyed I let out a sigh after my curiosity got the better of me. The call was from good friend who I haven’t spoken to in almost a year, Sean Sands my former tag team partner back when I first got into the sport. Sean and I weren't really close when I first signed with the EAW back in 2012 on their UK tour, but after I defeated him for the television title in my second match, ending his seventeen day reign he appreciated the skill I had. When I eventually lost the belt and failed to regain it we formed a team, Future Shock one of the fast rising teams in the promotion until its demise in October that same year.
“Hello.” I said answering my phone. “Danny Boy! I knew you’d be awake. So what I heard was true, you’re back.” Sean replied instantly. “Yeah mate, I got back about three days ago.” I say while rubbing my tired eyes. “What? And not even a phone call? Geez you’re a slack-ass.” Sean said with energy in his voice. “I've been busy moving in numb nuts, I was eventually going to call you sooner or later.” I replied trying to wipe some of the guilt off of my shoulders.
“Sure you were. I also hear you've signed back with the FGA?” Sean said moving the conversation forward. “Yeah that’s true too I have been booked for their Asbury Park taping against -.” I replied but was interrupted; people really have a habit of doing that to me. “Mark Storm.” Sean said finishing my sentence. “Yeah, do you know him?” I reply interested. “More than what you do by the sound of it, but not a lot he’s like a ghost. Google, Wikipedia even the Cagematch database don’t have anything much on him.” Sean said gaining my interested a little more. “Well what do you know?” I said trying to get a feel for my first opponent back on American soil.
I spark up another cigarette and walk back outside onto my balcony while Sean filled me in on my opponent. “I know that Mark is currently in a couple of promotions throughout the East Coast and believes that he is a future world champion, like you do and will do anything to win including cheating, which sometimes makes him look like the anti-hero.” I take another drag and exhale through my nose as Sean continues. “He has held heavyweight titles but nothing too notable for us anyway.” Sean finished, giving me a better insight for my opponent. “Sounds like I have been booked against someone that knows how to throw down.” I replied. “Yeah but he is beatable Danny, everyone is just remember that.” Sean said giving me confidence.
“Just like you were back in England.” I said giving Sean a cheap shot. “Hey, that reminds me I won a world title before you so that means you owe me a case of Bud, brother.” Sean replied countering my now attempted cheap shot. “Okay smartass, how about you come around sometime and we’ll have some of your beer?” I said knowing that the conversation was going to be over soon. “Yeah okay, let me know when you’re in Asbury Park and we’ll catch up.” Sean replied knowing that the conversation was soon to be over. “No worries mate, I’ll let you know, bye.” I press the red circular ‘end call’ icon and finally got see the time, 4:53 am. Another late night for me tomorrow I suppose.
“Comeback”
I left the FGA one year ago to seek out what I thought I needed at the time which was more experience, more training and more knowledge. And it’s safe to say that I don’t really know what to expect from the guys in the back or the fans who will be attending the Asbury Park show. Will they welcome me back with open arms or give me the cold shoulder wanting me to prove myself?
After ‘finding’ myself as you do I wonder if my year in Japan would be worth it. I know that I tend to think too much on the simplest of things but that is just me it’s how I’ve always been. That’s why when I was booked against Mark Storm a couple of days ago I found it hard to find anything on the guy, I didn’t know his background, where he was from or what he even looked like. So you could imagine my interested when Sean called me and ended up giving me some information on my opponent.
Not really knowing much about Mark besides what Sean told me gave me something to work with, even though it was only little. Mark likes to play the anti-hero which from experience can either intimidate an opponent or annoy them. I am one who gets annoyed after losing the television title to someone similar back in the EAW days.
I just have to let him think that I he is in control when really he isn’t. Think methodical not unsystematic and wait for an opening before I catching him off guard and ending the anti-hero façade. It sounds easier said than done I know, but I have gone against a few guys like this and my comeback seems to be strong until my former unsystematic way of thinking ruined it for me. I just need to remember think slowly, attack openings and not the first part of the body I see, even if it isn’t a ‘pretty’ move just make sure it’s an effective one.
Anyone can go out in the ring and through kicks and flips but not at the price of wearing yourself out and letting fatigue set in early. So whether in Asbury Park I will be welcomed or not I am coming to make my comeback and prove that I can still rise to be one of the top dogs.
They said a storm was coming, but not Mark Storm, it’ll be Hurricane Daniels!