Post by The Silver Tongued Devil on Mar 3, 2016 10:13:23 GMT -5
www.theblackestsun.com/promos
fga presents vertigo
reed v. storm
hype i[/b]
“You all love watching me lose, don’t you?”
Aries chuckles to himself as he sits on the top rung of the far turnbuckle. Slowly he wraps his hand in athletic tape and up towards the middle of his forearm before looking up at the camera with a large smile. The warehouse better known as the Lion's Den is empty today, giving Aries the space and time he needs to train when needed.
The perks of being the first and the most successful pupil of Justin Brooks in the Lion's Den.
“It’s okay, to admit it, to be honest if I was on the outside looking in, I’d be glad to watch me get my ass kicked too.”
“But for all of those who are happy to see me...barely...lose to Johnny Karma several weeks ago, well, they are the same ones who sit back on their hands and expect things to just happen to them.”
“They put me against Christian Kane because honestly, out of the new crew that’s rolled into EXODUS who was really going to test their mettle, let alone push Kane to a point where the young, brash, arrogant, and the often sharp-tongued Aries Reed made a few of you shudder at the thought that I just might pull off what some may consider the “Upset of 2015” but alas…”
He sighs and shrugs his shoulders slightly.
“...instead everyone got what Chris Strike likes to call ‘their feel good moment’ as Kane did what he was supposed to do.”
“And that’s beat lil’ ol’ me, of course.”
“Some would like to say that I’ve learned my place, that I’ve been humbled...but honestly, folks...look who we are talking about here.”
“Humble has never and will never be apart of my game plan because honestly...I don’t have to think about losing or defeat because if you come into this business with just a ounce of doubt in your abilities or your skill...then you might as well just go home because this business doesn’t have any place for you.”
“But as always it takes a catalyst to spark change, even the largest fire all started from a single spark, so I take these ‘teachable moments’ as I like to call them and I turn them into small victories.”
“Because when I win...I win and when I lose, well, I still win.”
“Taking the defeat from Valero, I learn and I grow.”
“I take the loss from Karma, and I learn and I continue to grow…”
“...I continue to evolve because that’s what this is all about isn’t it?”
“To continue to grow, adapt...to evolve. All for the sake of bettering yourself for the next go ‘round, making sure that you’re ready for the next fight and not make the same mistake twice.”
“Personal growth, folks….it’s what keeps us from getting stagnant and boring.”
“And despite the general opinion about me, regardless of the names you all want to call me...the fact of the matter is, at the end of the day I continue to grow, I continue to evolve and it shows every other week in the middle of that ring.”
“Say what you want about my attitude.”
“Get pissy over my spectacular grasp of the English Language.”
“Curse me underneath your breath and on Twitter...not a single one of you watching this has the balls...the ovaries...to say it to my face. Not a single one of you has the courage to meet me in that ring and see if you’re better than Aries Reed.”
“Hell, Valero can...even Johnny Karma can...for now.”
“But for the rest of your sorry sacks of shit, who want to sit behind a keyboard or shit behind your phones, I implore you...I encourage you...I welcome you...to come find out if you’re better.”
“But you won’t.”
Aries chuckles to himself and his head slowly.
“Because for the rest of you there is going to be that sliver that in the instance that Aries Reed is all that he says, all that he’s advertised to be…”
“...then you’re all out of excuses.”
“It’s why Carey Dean keeps his ass in REVO because he knows better.”
“It’s why Sydney Christensen, continues to fight in warehouses and training dojos because she knows that in the FGA, she’s just another quasi-pretty face with a nice ass.”
"It's why Nero knows that the next time he shows his face around me ever again, that I will be the man to beat him down like I'm Officer Hadley in Shawshank Redemption...and I will personally make sure that two things never happen..."
Clearing his throat, Aries attempts his half-hearted Morgan Freeman imitation.
"...Nero never wrestled again....and he never looked Aries Reeds way anymore."
“Oh...was that over the line? Was that a bit too much for your over-sensitive ears to handle?”
With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Aries waves his hand dismissively.
“Tough tits, it gets worse from here kids.”
[november 1, 2014]
[the palisades apartment]
[chula vista, san diego, california][/b]
"You have reached the cell phone number of..."
Letting out sigh of anguish I end the call as I dropped the Samsung smart phone into the cup holder of the 2002 GMC Sierra Denali, my first major purchase since turning professional and arriving in San Diego. I couldn't remember how many times that I've called Coyote's cell phone in hopes getting some sort of answer from the man who I've considered my friend since Brando decided to take his ball and go home since losing to Sydney.
Then the more I came to think of it...Coyote was the only friend I had since I came into San Diego from Atlanta.
Needless to say I wasn't the most liked amongst the (R)EVO students or the trainers for that matter.
'He's arrogant...'
'He's so brash...'
'He's got talent but...'
'He's got skill but...'
'He's got potential but...'
I'll let you fill in the blanks, but needless to say it wasn't too flattering. And while everyone else had started to gain the mentorship of the likes Jonathan Collins, Angela Jameson, and the like...it wasn't until Justin Brooks found his own footing out in Texas and realizing that I wasn't being utilized like I should have or being taught like I should have, he put me on the first flight out to Fort Worth to change all of that and with it...
...things would never be the same.
Yet, right now....I just worried about my friend who had left everyone on edge after (R)Evolution #15 and blasting Wulf, his mentor, out of nowhere and finally getting a bit of revenge from Sterling only a few moments later. As much as I relieved in the moment of watch Coyote...better known as GRENDEL...finally come into his own.
I missed my friend and it was strangely uncharacteristic for him to go so silent.
Ironically enough, coming from a guy who had to spend the past year as a mute.
But no texts, no emails, no letters, nothing at all.
Coyote, well GRENDEL, was just gone...like a fart in the wind.
The inside of the truck was filled with delicious aroma of four triple bacon cheeseburgers and a large portion of chili cheese fries along with a six pack of Yuengling, all sitting on the passenger side floor board. I pulled the truck into a parking space of the rather sketchy apartment in Chula Vista, an area that even made me look over my shoulder as I honk the heavy truck horn twice hoping that GRENDEL would at the least poke his head out.
Nothing.
A defeated sigh escaped my lips as I grabbed the phone from the cupholder from the center console as I pulled up the text messages on the phone and began to feverishly type away sending a series of text messages.
'Coyote...Grendel...where are you?'
'Dude, where are you? I'm sitting outside of your apartment looking for you.'
'I want to celebrate with you, I got burgers and fries...and BEERS!'
'Come on, dude...don't leave me hanging here.'
'I miss my friend; call me when you get this, dude.'
Dejected, I feel a twinge of sadness tug at my heart strings as I look up at the apartment door, hoping that Coyote would just come out and this would all be just a stupid joke. But it never happened and I looked at the digital clock on the dash of my truck, I conceited to defeat as my head dropped slightly.
It didn't last long as I reached over grabbing one of the large styrofoam containers holding the monstrous combination of three quarter pound patties, bacon, cheese, and seeded bun. Taking the large sandwich in a single hand I take a large bite, chewing my mouth open as I looked around the seedy apartment complex before slowly reaching out and pressing the button the door to secure myself into the car.
*click*
“Way too many sketchy black people and seedy Mexicans here…even for me.”
www.theblackestsun.com/promos
fga presents vertigo
reed v. storm
hype ii[/b]
“It’s easy for you all to hate me.”
“It’s easy for you all to mock me.”
“It’s easy for you all to look down at me from your Ivory Towers."
“To turn your chins up at my mere presence and think that you’re better...think that you’re all bigger than me.”
“You all can jump upon the ‘Aries Reed Hate Train’ along with everyone else and I’ll be the first one to admit, that I don’t exactly make it difficult to get admission but still, let’s be for real, Storm...you coming up against the likes of me?”
“Yeah, it’s not going to bode well for you.”
“But let’s get a few things out of the way, it’s real easy for someone to bring up my losses to Valero and more recently Karma, it’s easy for them to do to do that because honestly, it’s all anyone has got on me.”
“Since I’ve arrived on the Main Roster of FGA I’ve been short of unstoppable, I’ve been one of the most talked about wrestlers in FGA that’s not named Zero McHannon and I've only got 3 matches in the FGA underneath my belt."
“And despite when you want to think about me personally…”
“...inside of that goddamn ring, I’m fuckin’ gold.”
“I’m fuckin’ solid…”
“I’m one of the hardest workers between those ropes and I wish that you would try to deny that as fact because I’ll be the one to prove it and knock you slap the fuck out you…”
“...and take that victory away from you while I’m at it.”
“Come at me wrong, Mark and watch what I do. Take me lightly and watch me fuck your shit up. Take me for granted...and I’ll crush you like a fat kid does a slice of pizza at Planet Fitness.”
“I’m Aries goddamn Reed and not only will I be the biggest test of your ever so fledgling career but I’m going to be the man who will knock you out of the FGA and this time it’s going to be for all the marbles. Because unless what I'm saying is going over your head, let me dumb it down ...”
“...I’m better than you.”
“I’m smarter than you.”
“I’m stronger, faster, and more deadlier than you will ever be.”
“And I have the killer instinct to do what needs to be done to make sure that you don’t get up off that mat again.”
“You two want to be the hero that FGA wants you to be?”
“Be the hero that Nero couldn’t be?”
Aries breaks from his serious tone into a large smile, which only breaks into a solid laugh as he places a hand on his stomach for a moment, letting the moment pass. Soon the smile fades as he stares back into the camera with a stern expression on his face once again.
“Then I invite you to come and try…”
“...but please when you wake up from the smelling salts and with the knowledge that Aries Reed is everything that he says he is, don’t take it too hard, will you?”
“...you did bring this all upon yourself.”
fga presents vertigo
reed v. storm
hype i[/b]
“You all love watching me lose, don’t you?”
Aries chuckles to himself as he sits on the top rung of the far turnbuckle. Slowly he wraps his hand in athletic tape and up towards the middle of his forearm before looking up at the camera with a large smile. The warehouse better known as the Lion's Den is empty today, giving Aries the space and time he needs to train when needed.
The perks of being the first and the most successful pupil of Justin Brooks in the Lion's Den.
“It’s okay, to admit it, to be honest if I was on the outside looking in, I’d be glad to watch me get my ass kicked too.”
“But for all of those who are happy to see me...barely...lose to Johnny Karma several weeks ago, well, they are the same ones who sit back on their hands and expect things to just happen to them.”
“They put me against Christian Kane because honestly, out of the new crew that’s rolled into EXODUS who was really going to test their mettle, let alone push Kane to a point where the young, brash, arrogant, and the often sharp-tongued Aries Reed made a few of you shudder at the thought that I just might pull off what some may consider the “Upset of 2015” but alas…”
He sighs and shrugs his shoulders slightly.
“...instead everyone got what Chris Strike likes to call ‘their feel good moment’ as Kane did what he was supposed to do.”
“And that’s beat lil’ ol’ me, of course.”
“Some would like to say that I’ve learned my place, that I’ve been humbled...but honestly, folks...look who we are talking about here.”
“Humble has never and will never be apart of my game plan because honestly...I don’t have to think about losing or defeat because if you come into this business with just a ounce of doubt in your abilities or your skill...then you might as well just go home because this business doesn’t have any place for you.”
“But as always it takes a catalyst to spark change, even the largest fire all started from a single spark, so I take these ‘teachable moments’ as I like to call them and I turn them into small victories.”
“Because when I win...I win and when I lose, well, I still win.”
“Taking the defeat from Valero, I learn and I grow.”
“I take the loss from Karma, and I learn and I continue to grow…”
“...I continue to evolve because that’s what this is all about isn’t it?”
“To continue to grow, adapt...to evolve. All for the sake of bettering yourself for the next go ‘round, making sure that you’re ready for the next fight and not make the same mistake twice.”
“Personal growth, folks….it’s what keeps us from getting stagnant and boring.”
“And despite the general opinion about me, regardless of the names you all want to call me...the fact of the matter is, at the end of the day I continue to grow, I continue to evolve and it shows every other week in the middle of that ring.”
“Say what you want about my attitude.”
“Get pissy over my spectacular grasp of the English Language.”
“Curse me underneath your breath and on Twitter...not a single one of you watching this has the balls...the ovaries...to say it to my face. Not a single one of you has the courage to meet me in that ring and see if you’re better than Aries Reed.”
“Hell, Valero can...even Johnny Karma can...for now.”
“But for the rest of your sorry sacks of shit, who want to sit behind a keyboard or shit behind your phones, I implore you...I encourage you...I welcome you...to come find out if you’re better.”
“But you won’t.”
Aries chuckles to himself and his head slowly.
“Because for the rest of you there is going to be that sliver that in the instance that Aries Reed is all that he says, all that he’s advertised to be…”
“...then you’re all out of excuses.”
“It’s why Carey Dean keeps his ass in REVO because he knows better.”
“It’s why Sydney Christensen, continues to fight in warehouses and training dojos because she knows that in the FGA, she’s just another quasi-pretty face with a nice ass.”
"It's why Nero knows that the next time he shows his face around me ever again, that I will be the man to beat him down like I'm Officer Hadley in Shawshank Redemption...and I will personally make sure that two things never happen..."
Clearing his throat, Aries attempts his half-hearted Morgan Freeman imitation.
"...Nero never wrestled again....and he never looked Aries Reeds way anymore."
“Oh...was that over the line? Was that a bit too much for your over-sensitive ears to handle?”
With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Aries waves his hand dismissively.
“Tough tits, it gets worse from here kids.”
[november 1, 2014]
[the palisades apartment]
[chula vista, san diego, california][/b]
"You have reached the cell phone number of..."
Letting out sigh of anguish I end the call as I dropped the Samsung smart phone into the cup holder of the 2002 GMC Sierra Denali, my first major purchase since turning professional and arriving in San Diego. I couldn't remember how many times that I've called Coyote's cell phone in hopes getting some sort of answer from the man who I've considered my friend since Brando decided to take his ball and go home since losing to Sydney.
Then the more I came to think of it...Coyote was the only friend I had since I came into San Diego from Atlanta.
Needless to say I wasn't the most liked amongst the (R)EVO students or the trainers for that matter.
'He's arrogant...'
'He's so brash...'
'He's got talent but...'
'He's got skill but...'
'He's got potential but...'
I'll let you fill in the blanks, but needless to say it wasn't too flattering. And while everyone else had started to gain the mentorship of the likes Jonathan Collins, Angela Jameson, and the like...it wasn't until Justin Brooks found his own footing out in Texas and realizing that I wasn't being utilized like I should have or being taught like I should have, he put me on the first flight out to Fort Worth to change all of that and with it...
...things would never be the same.
Yet, right now....I just worried about my friend who had left everyone on edge after (R)Evolution #15 and blasting Wulf, his mentor, out of nowhere and finally getting a bit of revenge from Sterling only a few moments later. As much as I relieved in the moment of watch Coyote...better known as GRENDEL...finally come into his own.
I missed my friend and it was strangely uncharacteristic for him to go so silent.
Ironically enough, coming from a guy who had to spend the past year as a mute.
But no texts, no emails, no letters, nothing at all.
Coyote, well GRENDEL, was just gone...like a fart in the wind.
The inside of the truck was filled with delicious aroma of four triple bacon cheeseburgers and a large portion of chili cheese fries along with a six pack of Yuengling, all sitting on the passenger side floor board. I pulled the truck into a parking space of the rather sketchy apartment in Chula Vista, an area that even made me look over my shoulder as I honk the heavy truck horn twice hoping that GRENDEL would at the least poke his head out.
Nothing.
A defeated sigh escaped my lips as I grabbed the phone from the cupholder from the center console as I pulled up the text messages on the phone and began to feverishly type away sending a series of text messages.
'Coyote...Grendel...where are you?'
'Dude, where are you? I'm sitting outside of your apartment looking for you.'
'I want to celebrate with you, I got burgers and fries...and BEERS!'
'Come on, dude...don't leave me hanging here.'
'I miss my friend; call me when you get this, dude.'
Dejected, I feel a twinge of sadness tug at my heart strings as I look up at the apartment door, hoping that Coyote would just come out and this would all be just a stupid joke. But it never happened and I looked at the digital clock on the dash of my truck, I conceited to defeat as my head dropped slightly.
It didn't last long as I reached over grabbing one of the large styrofoam containers holding the monstrous combination of three quarter pound patties, bacon, cheese, and seeded bun. Taking the large sandwich in a single hand I take a large bite, chewing my mouth open as I looked around the seedy apartment complex before slowly reaching out and pressing the button the door to secure myself into the car.
*click*
“Way too many sketchy black people and seedy Mexicans here…even for me.”
www.theblackestsun.com/promos
fga presents vertigo
reed v. storm
hype ii[/b]
“It’s easy for you all to hate me.”
“It’s easy for you all to mock me.”
“It’s easy for you all to look down at me from your Ivory Towers."
“To turn your chins up at my mere presence and think that you’re better...think that you’re all bigger than me.”
“You all can jump upon the ‘Aries Reed Hate Train’ along with everyone else and I’ll be the first one to admit, that I don’t exactly make it difficult to get admission but still, let’s be for real, Storm...you coming up against the likes of me?”
“Yeah, it’s not going to bode well for you.”
“But let’s get a few things out of the way, it’s real easy for someone to bring up my losses to Valero and more recently Karma, it’s easy for them to do to do that because honestly, it’s all anyone has got on me.”
“Since I’ve arrived on the Main Roster of FGA I’ve been short of unstoppable, I’ve been one of the most talked about wrestlers in FGA that’s not named Zero McHannon and I've only got 3 matches in the FGA underneath my belt."
“And despite when you want to think about me personally…”
“...inside of that goddamn ring, I’m fuckin’ gold.”
“I’m fuckin’ solid…”
“I’m one of the hardest workers between those ropes and I wish that you would try to deny that as fact because I’ll be the one to prove it and knock you slap the fuck out you…”
“...and take that victory away from you while I’m at it.”
“Come at me wrong, Mark and watch what I do. Take me lightly and watch me fuck your shit up. Take me for granted...and I’ll crush you like a fat kid does a slice of pizza at Planet Fitness.”
“I’m Aries goddamn Reed and not only will I be the biggest test of your ever so fledgling career but I’m going to be the man who will knock you out of the FGA and this time it’s going to be for all the marbles. Because unless what I'm saying is going over your head, let me dumb it down ...”
“...I’m better than you.”
“I’m smarter than you.”
“I’m stronger, faster, and more deadlier than you will ever be.”
“And I have the killer instinct to do what needs to be done to make sure that you don’t get up off that mat again.”
“You two want to be the hero that FGA wants you to be?”
“Be the hero that Nero couldn’t be?”
Aries breaks from his serious tone into a large smile, which only breaks into a solid laugh as he places a hand on his stomach for a moment, letting the moment pass. Soon the smile fades as he stares back into the camera with a stern expression on his face once again.
“Then I invite you to come and try…”
“...but please when you wake up from the smelling salts and with the knowledge that Aries Reed is everything that he says he is, don’t take it too hard, will you?”
“...you did bring this all upon yourself.”
