Two More Times (or; Inadequacy Pt. 1)
Mar 22, 2016 19:35:45 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Mar 22, 2016 19:35:45 GMT -5
3.20.16
Time stood still.
We'd made our way through the crowd, rogue, decked in sunglasses and flamboyant beachwear, growing anxious as we watched the action in Cancun from the back… against our judgment, we forced our way through the masses, pushing ourselves up against the barricade…
It was like a dream. I couldn’t remember every detail but I remember that moment, watching Rex standing there, Global Championship thrust high above his head. The people around me were deafening. Becky, eyes wide, was screaming right along with them. I felt my palms sweating as I watched him. I felt my fingers shaking.
”That was incredible.”
We stood, barefoot, in the sands of Cancun. Hours had passed since Sin City’s event and the masses had evacuated the beach. As far as I could see, it was just her and I.
“I still can’t believe ittt!”
After that, other than the crashing of the waves-- silence. I closed my eyes, taking a breath. The bloodied, grinning face of my cousin, Evan Envi… the ecstatic grin of Rex… they swam through my head, hauntingly. My heart dropped a bit.
“We’ve just gotta do what Rex did,” I said, quietly. “Just gotta mow through ‘em…” I opened my eyes, exhaling. “...two more times. Two more, and we’re there.” I directed it at her. I said it, though, to reassure myself, clenching my hands into fists to stop them from shaking.
“We will,” her eyes lingered on the water a moment, but then turned to lock onto mine with a soft smile. “Two more times.”
As if I needed to reassure myself as well as my partner, I turned to her, a confident smirk tugging at my lips as she gazed out into the ocean. “Beck... this is for us. They don't get it."
She smiled, still calmly gazing ahead. "They will, Mason."
I nodded, following her gaze out into the waters. "Fuckin right. They will."
3.22.16
”I didn’t feel a ton of pressure here in the Lion’s Den until a couple weeks ago… and that’s probably, like, not the most popular or most professional thing to say but I mean-- man, I found my groove pretty quickly here, you know? I got it before a lot of people get it. I’m not gonna pretend I know everything or I’m something more than a rookie, because my mentors remind me everyday that it’s not true… they remind me how dangerous it can be, thinking like that. Getting cocky like that.
But Becky and I; Brute Camp? We’ve been fucking dominant and it’s so hard to not get lost in that sometimes.
Sometimes we forget that it’s possible that we could fuck all this up. But when we look at the lineup and we see our names across from Carter and Banks, that realization sets in. It’s like… I have this weird feeling in my gut that I haven’t felt since we went up against MacRear and the Baroness-- someone Carter knows everything about. I’ve seen the shit that Emily has been put through by the very best the Den has to offer and she’s still standing, still fighting her way through this tournament with Banks…
...still trying to take away our opportunity to make history in the Den. But to hell with that.
I like Emily, man. I like how she stands up to people like the Baroness. I see eye-to-eye with her on a ton of shit. But I will crack her fucking jaw if need be at Pride-- and seeing how she fights, it might be necessary.
The only thing that could make this more intimidating is the fact that she’s got one of the best talents in the LDFC on her side here in the semifinals: Jensen Banks. And, heh, ignoring the fact that the last time I saw dude, he was getting suckered into a classic 1980’s wrestling ambush-- with his tag team partner nowhere to be found-- he’s still skilled. He’s still a really, really good wrestler.
But that would’ve never happened to us. And you should be really fucking upset that it was allowed to happen to you.
I get it though, man. Skylar’s a tricksy bitch and you, like any other average dude, went down swinging. I don’t know where Emily was then, but I guess it doesn’t matter, right? As long as she’s there when it counts… as long as she’s there when the bell rings at Pride.
If you’re askin’ me though, that’s not a team. Y’all aren’t the best like you told Butch and Darby you were, and you’re sure as hell not gonna convince Brute Camp that you are. We are in this to make history. We are gonna become your first-ever APEX Tag Team Champions.
That’s how it’s gonna be.”
Time stood still.
We'd made our way through the crowd, rogue, decked in sunglasses and flamboyant beachwear, growing anxious as we watched the action in Cancun from the back… against our judgment, we forced our way through the masses, pushing ourselves up against the barricade…
It was like a dream. I couldn’t remember every detail but I remember that moment, watching Rex standing there, Global Championship thrust high above his head. The people around me were deafening. Becky, eyes wide, was screaming right along with them. I felt my palms sweating as I watched him. I felt my fingers shaking.
”That was incredible.”
We stood, barefoot, in the sands of Cancun. Hours had passed since Sin City’s event and the masses had evacuated the beach. As far as I could see, it was just her and I.
“I still can’t believe ittt!”
After that, other than the crashing of the waves-- silence. I closed my eyes, taking a breath. The bloodied, grinning face of my cousin, Evan Envi… the ecstatic grin of Rex… they swam through my head, hauntingly. My heart dropped a bit.
“We’ve just gotta do what Rex did,” I said, quietly. “Just gotta mow through ‘em…” I opened my eyes, exhaling. “...two more times. Two more, and we’re there.” I directed it at her. I said it, though, to reassure myself, clenching my hands into fists to stop them from shaking.
“We will,” her eyes lingered on the water a moment, but then turned to lock onto mine with a soft smile. “Two more times.”
As if I needed to reassure myself as well as my partner, I turned to her, a confident smirk tugging at my lips as she gazed out into the ocean. “Beck... this is for us. They don't get it."
She smiled, still calmly gazing ahead. "They will, Mason."
I nodded, following her gaze out into the waters. "Fuckin right. They will."
3.22.16
”I didn’t feel a ton of pressure here in the Lion’s Den until a couple weeks ago… and that’s probably, like, not the most popular or most professional thing to say but I mean-- man, I found my groove pretty quickly here, you know? I got it before a lot of people get it. I’m not gonna pretend I know everything or I’m something more than a rookie, because my mentors remind me everyday that it’s not true… they remind me how dangerous it can be, thinking like that. Getting cocky like that.
But Becky and I; Brute Camp? We’ve been fucking dominant and it’s so hard to not get lost in that sometimes.
Sometimes we forget that it’s possible that we could fuck all this up. But when we look at the lineup and we see our names across from Carter and Banks, that realization sets in. It’s like… I have this weird feeling in my gut that I haven’t felt since we went up against MacRear and the Baroness-- someone Carter knows everything about. I’ve seen the shit that Emily has been put through by the very best the Den has to offer and she’s still standing, still fighting her way through this tournament with Banks…
...still trying to take away our opportunity to make history in the Den. But to hell with that.
I like Emily, man. I like how she stands up to people like the Baroness. I see eye-to-eye with her on a ton of shit. But I will crack her fucking jaw if need be at Pride-- and seeing how she fights, it might be necessary.
The only thing that could make this more intimidating is the fact that she’s got one of the best talents in the LDFC on her side here in the semifinals: Jensen Banks. And, heh, ignoring the fact that the last time I saw dude, he was getting suckered into a classic 1980’s wrestling ambush-- with his tag team partner nowhere to be found-- he’s still skilled. He’s still a really, really good wrestler.
But that would’ve never happened to us. And you should be really fucking upset that it was allowed to happen to you.
I get it though, man. Skylar’s a tricksy bitch and you, like any other average dude, went down swinging. I don’t know where Emily was then, but I guess it doesn’t matter, right? As long as she’s there when it counts… as long as she’s there when the bell rings at Pride.
If you’re askin’ me though, that’s not a team. Y’all aren’t the best like you told Butch and Darby you were, and you’re sure as hell not gonna convince Brute Camp that you are. We are in this to make history. We are gonna become your first-ever APEX Tag Team Champions.
That’s how it’s gonna be.”