DVD Taping #1
Apr 24, 2012 15:34:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 15:34:46 GMT -5
Saturday April 14 2012
Today it is easy for you to concentrate on your work, to eliminate what is superfluous or distracting you from what you really need to do. You have the self-control and discipline to apply yourself to tasks that you may have been avoiding. You want to put your affairs in order and have a greater tolerance for tedium than usual. This is a good time to tackle mundane chores and practical business.
It's a few days after the FGA show in Monroe Township and I've decided to blow off steam. A quick trip to Atlantic City, alone, to gamble and drink away my last paycheck. That was the plan. Maybe visit that titty bar Sean Fallon mentioned, I am newly single and I understand that men, single or not, visit these establishments when they need to unwind. And I have been wound fairly tight lately. So I hit the Tropicana and headed straight for the blackjack tables since that's the only game I know how to play. Turns out my luck was in that night. While I may not have been to many casinos, I'm pretty sure that wasn't normal. I stick on eighteen, the dealer busts. The dealer gets twenty, I get twenty one. I got two blackjacks in a row. I went to the table with four hundred dollars and came away with just shy of three grand, which certainly helped with the "drink away" part of my plan.
Amber-Lynn
I'll be out in a second, baby.
Well it would have if some trashy blonde hadn't decided I was her good luck charm on that blackjack table, seeing as she was winning as well. I think the dealer may have been new. But Amber-Lynn, as I learned her name was, offered to take me back to her room and thank her for the luck. Hey, I'm single, I can do this. Even if 'this' repulses me down to my very core. Her roots are showing through whatever her abysmal bleach job, the red and black dress she is/was wearing is hiked up so high that very little is left to the imagination. Thank God she wears underwear. And whatever hack doctor did her implants should be ashamed of himself. Why did I come back here with that? Now I'm stuck in a room in the west tower, looking out over Atlantic City after dark. I don't want to be here. I look around the room; it's cramped, horrible two-tone cream wall paper, the bed taking up most of the room itself. She's got all the lamps on in the room instead of the ceiling light and I know housekeeping does a terrible job here because I can see a spider web in the corner. What the hell am I doing here. My cell phone begins to ring from inside my pants pocket; I retrieve it hurriedly so Amber-Lynn doesn't hear it. My ring tone was set to 'Denver The Last Dinosaur' by someone at the show and I haven't bothered to change it back yet.
Blaine Harrison
Hello?
Micky O'Reilly
Blaine? It's Micky O'Reilly, I just found out about the next show.
Blaine Harrison
Our tag fight, I'm not exactly over the moon about it.
I say with more than a hint of disdain. To be honest, the only thing worse that I can think of doing is Amber-Lynn.
Micky O'Reilly
I was thinking we could meet up and discuss tactics over a drink. I'm heading to New York tomorrow, how about we meet for a drink in Lillie's on Sunday about 8pm? It's an Irish bar in Union Square.
Blaine Harrison
Sounds good to me. See you there.
He hangs up first as I put the phone back into my pocket and start removing my purple silk shirt; the tramp in the bathroom will probably be expecting me to be ready for her when she's done prettying herself up in the bathroom. She's caked in fake tan, it's too late for her, but she's going to try. I toss the shirt down onto the blue armchair in the corner as my phone starts to ring again.
Blaine Harrison
What now, Micky?
Dianna
No, Ben, it's me...
Blaine Harrison
Di. Sorry it's just--not important. How are you?
She hasn't spoken to me in two weeks now; she had vowed never to speak to me again and I had almost given up on her. It's been approximately seventy-two hours since I last phoned her. Ninety-six hours since I had texted her telling her how much I miss her, how sorry I was, that I wish I could take back that night with Tiffani. The last bit is a total lie, that night was awesome beyond belief. The culmination of weeks of persistence, the payout for having to sit through a Twilight film. Worth it. But Dianna doesn't need to know any of that.
Dianna
I've been thinking .... about you, about you and me.
Blaine Harrison
And?
She sighs. And she sounds like she's been drinking.
Dianna
I've been thinking--
You've said that...
Dianna
I really want us to work, Ben. Come home so we can talk this through...please.
Blaine Harrison
I'll be on the first plane home tomorrow.
Oh God, I'm whipped. Wait, I already knew that. Dianna says something that sounded like "I love you" but she trailed away into some inebriated slurring of words before finally hanging up. I need to get out of here. I grab my shirt from off the blue armchair in the corner of the room and hastily put it back on and head for the door, turning back to grab my shoes before leaving the hotel room. In the hallway I put my shoes back on and head back to my hotel room across town to pack my bags. I need to get back to Santa Barbara and reconcile with my lady.
Amber-Lynn
Are you ready to smush? Hey, where'd you go!
Monday, April 23 2012
You are more distressed than usual over any dissonance in your environment or personal relationships, and you are inclined to avoid serious discussions or real disagreements with others. Also, challenging mental work and concentration is difficult for you now.
I haven't even left for New York yet; ever since I realised I accidentally blew off Micky O'Reilly in order to reconcile with Dianna I've been keeping a fairly low profile. It's behaviour unfitting of the FGA Heavyweight Champion and I'm almost ashamed of myself for it, but I'm going to make it up to the New York fans this week, I swear. Right now though, I'm sat in the bleachers at one of the local schools with a cameraman in tow. It's early evening and everyone except the most dedicated teachers have gone home, leaving me alone to cut this promo in peace. Dressed in a plain grey hoodie and a pair of ripped at the knee jeans with the FGA Heavyweight belt hung across my shoulder, I'm staring out across the soccer pitch as the cameraman stands a few rows in front of me with a bunch of elm trees as a backdrop.
Blaine Harrison
At this stage in my career I have become accustomed to tag team wrestling. I've spent years working at it and I'd like to say it's been time well spent. It's how I can team with a three hundred pound clown and become a champion.
I say with a modicum of pride. Mr. Krinkle isn't the easiest man to work with, but that's PSW and nobody really cares.
Blaine Harrison
Then there are partners like Jared James who, as we all remember, went off the deep end when we teamed together against The Harvard Connection a few months ago. And now I fear for a repeat performance of that when I hear that Micky O'Reilly is my partner for an upcoming tag match this week in New York City. You two really do seem to get me when the odds are against me, don't you?
A brief giggle escapes my lips; I'm taking a light hearted and jovial attitude ahead of my match.
Blaine Harrison
I'm not about to make the same mistakes as last time. Micky, I know we've had our problems. But this week I'm willing to look past you being an conniving alcoholic and choose to see that side of you who's trying to turn over a new leaf. When we met in the ring I saw the fire that burns and that is what I'm hoping for this week. Everything else about you can sit on the back burner. You and I have one job to do this week, Micky, and that is to teach some humility to The Harvard Connection. I mean, I think I did a fairly good job at 'Spring Breakage' when I submitted Preston Blake in the middle of the ring. But doing it again can't hurt.
The wry smile spreads across my face.
Blaine Harrison
I'll break this down for you guys. At 'Spring Breakage' I got a new found respect for Preston Blake. You damn near took me to my limit! I'm lucky to have emerged from that night as the FGA Heavyweight Champion, but I did. And the last time we met in tag team action you guys got the win; I can't dispute you were victorious and I won't ramble on about the circumstances. But this is a new day, a new show, I have a new partner...
Not necessarily a better partner, but beggars can't be choosers.
Blaine Harrison
Things are going to be different this time around, I can promise you that. This week in New York City I will exact revenge for that defeat I suffered at your hands a few months ago. I will make it up to my fans for having to watch me at my lowest ebb here in FGA; yes, losing that tag match was a low point in my career. Now, of course, you guys know not to underestimate me. You know what I'm capable of. You both know damn well what Micky O'Reilly is capable of. We're all well versed inside that ring, we're all aware of what we all can produce inside that squared circle. And believe me when I tell you two, I'm giving this match one hundred and ten percent...
And with that the cameraman stops recording. I breathe a sigh of relief as my mind meanders away from thoughts of wrestling. In a few days it'll be Joelle's birthday and I'm going to want to do something stupid that I'll probably regret in the sober light of day and this year I'm determined not to repeat last year's horrific event. Fortunately I have Dianna back in my life for the time being and can probably find a way to pass the day with her ... But lets gets through this upcoming show first, then worry about the particulars.
Today it is easy for you to concentrate on your work, to eliminate what is superfluous or distracting you from what you really need to do. You have the self-control and discipline to apply yourself to tasks that you may have been avoiding. You want to put your affairs in order and have a greater tolerance for tedium than usual. This is a good time to tackle mundane chores and practical business.
It's a few days after the FGA show in Monroe Township and I've decided to blow off steam. A quick trip to Atlantic City, alone, to gamble and drink away my last paycheck. That was the plan. Maybe visit that titty bar Sean Fallon mentioned, I am newly single and I understand that men, single or not, visit these establishments when they need to unwind. And I have been wound fairly tight lately. So I hit the Tropicana and headed straight for the blackjack tables since that's the only game I know how to play. Turns out my luck was in that night. While I may not have been to many casinos, I'm pretty sure that wasn't normal. I stick on eighteen, the dealer busts. The dealer gets twenty, I get twenty one. I got two blackjacks in a row. I went to the table with four hundred dollars and came away with just shy of three grand, which certainly helped with the "drink away" part of my plan.
Amber-Lynn
I'll be out in a second, baby.
Well it would have if some trashy blonde hadn't decided I was her good luck charm on that blackjack table, seeing as she was winning as well. I think the dealer may have been new. But Amber-Lynn, as I learned her name was, offered to take me back to her room and thank her for the luck. Hey, I'm single, I can do this. Even if 'this' repulses me down to my very core. Her roots are showing through whatever her abysmal bleach job, the red and black dress she is/was wearing is hiked up so high that very little is left to the imagination. Thank God she wears underwear. And whatever hack doctor did her implants should be ashamed of himself. Why did I come back here with that? Now I'm stuck in a room in the west tower, looking out over Atlantic City after dark. I don't want to be here. I look around the room; it's cramped, horrible two-tone cream wall paper, the bed taking up most of the room itself. She's got all the lamps on in the room instead of the ceiling light and I know housekeeping does a terrible job here because I can see a spider web in the corner. What the hell am I doing here. My cell phone begins to ring from inside my pants pocket; I retrieve it hurriedly so Amber-Lynn doesn't hear it. My ring tone was set to 'Denver The Last Dinosaur' by someone at the show and I haven't bothered to change it back yet.
Blaine Harrison
Hello?
Micky O'Reilly
Blaine? It's Micky O'Reilly, I just found out about the next show.
Blaine Harrison
Our tag fight, I'm not exactly over the moon about it.
I say with more than a hint of disdain. To be honest, the only thing worse that I can think of doing is Amber-Lynn.
Micky O'Reilly
I was thinking we could meet up and discuss tactics over a drink. I'm heading to New York tomorrow, how about we meet for a drink in Lillie's on Sunday about 8pm? It's an Irish bar in Union Square.
Blaine Harrison
Sounds good to me. See you there.
He hangs up first as I put the phone back into my pocket and start removing my purple silk shirt; the tramp in the bathroom will probably be expecting me to be ready for her when she's done prettying herself up in the bathroom. She's caked in fake tan, it's too late for her, but she's going to try. I toss the shirt down onto the blue armchair in the corner as my phone starts to ring again.
Blaine Harrison
What now, Micky?
Dianna
No, Ben, it's me...
Blaine Harrison
Di. Sorry it's just--not important. How are you?
She hasn't spoken to me in two weeks now; she had vowed never to speak to me again and I had almost given up on her. It's been approximately seventy-two hours since I last phoned her. Ninety-six hours since I had texted her telling her how much I miss her, how sorry I was, that I wish I could take back that night with Tiffani. The last bit is a total lie, that night was awesome beyond belief. The culmination of weeks of persistence, the payout for having to sit through a Twilight film. Worth it. But Dianna doesn't need to know any of that.
Dianna
I've been thinking .... about you, about you and me.
Blaine Harrison
And?
She sighs. And she sounds like she's been drinking.
Dianna
I've been thinking--
You've said that...
Dianna
I really want us to work, Ben. Come home so we can talk this through...please.
Blaine Harrison
I'll be on the first plane home tomorrow.
Oh God, I'm whipped. Wait, I already knew that. Dianna says something that sounded like "I love you" but she trailed away into some inebriated slurring of words before finally hanging up. I need to get out of here. I grab my shirt from off the blue armchair in the corner of the room and hastily put it back on and head for the door, turning back to grab my shoes before leaving the hotel room. In the hallway I put my shoes back on and head back to my hotel room across town to pack my bags. I need to get back to Santa Barbara and reconcile with my lady.
Amber-Lynn
Are you ready to smush? Hey, where'd you go!
Monday, April 23 2012
You are more distressed than usual over any dissonance in your environment or personal relationships, and you are inclined to avoid serious discussions or real disagreements with others. Also, challenging mental work and concentration is difficult for you now.
I haven't even left for New York yet; ever since I realised I accidentally blew off Micky O'Reilly in order to reconcile with Dianna I've been keeping a fairly low profile. It's behaviour unfitting of the FGA Heavyweight Champion and I'm almost ashamed of myself for it, but I'm going to make it up to the New York fans this week, I swear. Right now though, I'm sat in the bleachers at one of the local schools with a cameraman in tow. It's early evening and everyone except the most dedicated teachers have gone home, leaving me alone to cut this promo in peace. Dressed in a plain grey hoodie and a pair of ripped at the knee jeans with the FGA Heavyweight belt hung across my shoulder, I'm staring out across the soccer pitch as the cameraman stands a few rows in front of me with a bunch of elm trees as a backdrop.
Blaine Harrison
At this stage in my career I have become accustomed to tag team wrestling. I've spent years working at it and I'd like to say it's been time well spent. It's how I can team with a three hundred pound clown and become a champion.
I say with a modicum of pride. Mr. Krinkle isn't the easiest man to work with, but that's PSW and nobody really cares.
Blaine Harrison
Then there are partners like Jared James who, as we all remember, went off the deep end when we teamed together against The Harvard Connection a few months ago. And now I fear for a repeat performance of that when I hear that Micky O'Reilly is my partner for an upcoming tag match this week in New York City. You two really do seem to get me when the odds are against me, don't you?
A brief giggle escapes my lips; I'm taking a light hearted and jovial attitude ahead of my match.
Blaine Harrison
I'm not about to make the same mistakes as last time. Micky, I know we've had our problems. But this week I'm willing to look past you being an conniving alcoholic and choose to see that side of you who's trying to turn over a new leaf. When we met in the ring I saw the fire that burns and that is what I'm hoping for this week. Everything else about you can sit on the back burner. You and I have one job to do this week, Micky, and that is to teach some humility to The Harvard Connection. I mean, I think I did a fairly good job at 'Spring Breakage' when I submitted Preston Blake in the middle of the ring. But doing it again can't hurt.
The wry smile spreads across my face.
Blaine Harrison
I'll break this down for you guys. At 'Spring Breakage' I got a new found respect for Preston Blake. You damn near took me to my limit! I'm lucky to have emerged from that night as the FGA Heavyweight Champion, but I did. And the last time we met in tag team action you guys got the win; I can't dispute you were victorious and I won't ramble on about the circumstances. But this is a new day, a new show, I have a new partner...
Not necessarily a better partner, but beggars can't be choosers.
Blaine Harrison
Things are going to be different this time around, I can promise you that. This week in New York City I will exact revenge for that defeat I suffered at your hands a few months ago. I will make it up to my fans for having to watch me at my lowest ebb here in FGA; yes, losing that tag match was a low point in my career. Now, of course, you guys know not to underestimate me. You know what I'm capable of. You both know damn well what Micky O'Reilly is capable of. We're all well versed inside that ring, we're all aware of what we all can produce inside that squared circle. And believe me when I tell you two, I'm giving this match one hundred and ten percent...
And with that the cameraman stops recording. I breathe a sigh of relief as my mind meanders away from thoughts of wrestling. In a few days it'll be Joelle's birthday and I'm going to want to do something stupid that I'll probably regret in the sober light of day and this year I'm determined not to repeat last year's horrific event. Fortunately I have Dianna back in my life for the time being and can probably find a way to pass the day with her ... But lets gets through this upcoming show first, then worry about the particulars.
OOC: Sorry it's late in the week. Illness