Post by Ernie on Aug 11, 2013 22:45:39 GMT -5
Medicine Hat, AB, Canada
St. Patrick’s Elementary School
Pat Gordon, Jr. stands in a classroom filled with children. There are beakers on the desks. Posters of deep space pictures and models of the solar system decorate the room. Gordon is signing autographs for all of the children.
PGJR: “Tomorrow night, right here in Medicine Hat, we’re gonna have the kind of match that physicists dream about. Not because we’ll be defying gravity, but because they’re gonna get to witness first hand the type of thing that happens on a subatomic level...
“I’m talking about what happens when a particle and an antiparticle collide. Does it create a blackhole? Will the universe implode on itself? Will the two of us simply cancel one another out? And that’s what physicists around the globe will be watching for, because Dick Fury and I, we’re complete opposites, a particle and its antiparticle.”
Gordon points to a model of an electron.
PGJR: “Now, it may be a stretch to think of me as behaving like a proton or electron, but from what I hear, ‘subatomic’ is a word commonly used to describe Dick. You’re a very little man, Dick. And you make some boasts that may prove to be far too large for your size.
“There are some stark differences between the two of us. We’re like night and day. Cats and dogs. You’re some playboy more interested in playing house than stepping up and being a real man. You’ve got no respect for anyone. Not the guys like Sylar Drake and myself who wrestle any chance we get out of passion for this sport. Not the people who have gone before us, the heroes like Dan Ryan, who wrestled pretty much everywhere underneath the sun, including right here in Alberta. And worst of all, you made the biggest mistake you could have possibly made before stepping in the ring with me...”
Pat gets an all kinds of intense look on his face, as if to say, “Oh it’s AWN, BITCH!”
PGJR: “You disrespected my father. Now there’s a man the crowds loved to see. There’s a man who put his body on the line night after night, week after week, because he was doing what he loved to do. He wasn’t looking for a million followers on the Twitter or a bunch of friends on the YouTube. Hell, he wasn’t even looking for a payday.... Although he sure could have used one. He came out here, bashed in his opponents’ brains and got HIS brains bashed in night after night, and he did it for honor. For respect. He’s a man of integrity. And he loved the fight.
“I have a feeling you’re just looking for an easy road to morning glory, Dick. I have that sneaky suspicion that, if you somehow DO manage to beat me, you’re gonna just go out there and pick who you think is gonna offer the least resistance in the semifinal. That’s the kind of guy I think you are, Dick.
“I’m the opposite. I’ll look at who’s left and pick the baddest of the bunch. And I’ll prove to everyone that I belong in the Canadian Heavyweight Championship final. I’ll show everyone what a fighting champion looks like, because THAT is what I did in the United Wrestling League. I wasn’t just willing, I was CHOMPING AT THE BIT to travel to each of those NINE territories to defend my World Heavyweight Title. I had a goal in mind - to show everyone that the UWL World Title was not only worth having, but worth striving for. To take it and make it the most prestigious accolade in professional wrestling today. Unfortunately, the United Wrestling League closed before I could complete my journey.”
Pat’s head hangs low for a couple of seconds, slowly shaking back and forth in disappointment. He draws a deep breath and looks back up with the fire of determination in his eyes.
PGJR: “But now I have that chance right here in Canadian X Pro. I have the chance to beat you and make a choice that’ll give the fans the best bang for their bucks. And if that wasn’t enough, you had to go and PISS ME OFF. Well let me tell you, Dick, things don’t bode well for people who piss me off. Why don’t you just ask Jeffrey Roberts about that?”
The Boston Bruiser rubs the scar Jeffrey Roberts gave him last year during UltraTitle, almost in a subconscious reflex to saying the name.
PGJR: “I went four rounds in the Granddaddy of them all, last year’s UltraTitle. I’m good at tournaments. And if you want to call my win last week a fluke... Well I hope you’re right. The fluke is a very common fish. And if you go fishing for a fluke, you just might find one.
“But whether it’s common or not, come tomorrow night, when I get you in the Pat Lock... Everyone’s gonna see you go limp, Dick.”
Gordon signs the last few children's autographs and leaves the room.
St. Patrick’s Elementary School
Pat Gordon, Jr. stands in a classroom filled with children. There are beakers on the desks. Posters of deep space pictures and models of the solar system decorate the room. Gordon is signing autographs for all of the children.
PGJR: “Tomorrow night, right here in Medicine Hat, we’re gonna have the kind of match that physicists dream about. Not because we’ll be defying gravity, but because they’re gonna get to witness first hand the type of thing that happens on a subatomic level...
“I’m talking about what happens when a particle and an antiparticle collide. Does it create a blackhole? Will the universe implode on itself? Will the two of us simply cancel one another out? And that’s what physicists around the globe will be watching for, because Dick Fury and I, we’re complete opposites, a particle and its antiparticle.”
Gordon points to a model of an electron.
PGJR: “Now, it may be a stretch to think of me as behaving like a proton or electron, but from what I hear, ‘subatomic’ is a word commonly used to describe Dick. You’re a very little man, Dick. And you make some boasts that may prove to be far too large for your size.
“There are some stark differences between the two of us. We’re like night and day. Cats and dogs. You’re some playboy more interested in playing house than stepping up and being a real man. You’ve got no respect for anyone. Not the guys like Sylar Drake and myself who wrestle any chance we get out of passion for this sport. Not the people who have gone before us, the heroes like Dan Ryan, who wrestled pretty much everywhere underneath the sun, including right here in Alberta. And worst of all, you made the biggest mistake you could have possibly made before stepping in the ring with me...”
Pat gets an all kinds of intense look on his face, as if to say, “Oh it’s AWN, BITCH!”
PGJR: “You disrespected my father. Now there’s a man the crowds loved to see. There’s a man who put his body on the line night after night, week after week, because he was doing what he loved to do. He wasn’t looking for a million followers on the Twitter or a bunch of friends on the YouTube. Hell, he wasn’t even looking for a payday.... Although he sure could have used one. He came out here, bashed in his opponents’ brains and got HIS brains bashed in night after night, and he did it for honor. For respect. He’s a man of integrity. And he loved the fight.
“I have a feeling you’re just looking for an easy road to morning glory, Dick. I have that sneaky suspicion that, if you somehow DO manage to beat me, you’re gonna just go out there and pick who you think is gonna offer the least resistance in the semifinal. That’s the kind of guy I think you are, Dick.
“I’m the opposite. I’ll look at who’s left and pick the baddest of the bunch. And I’ll prove to everyone that I belong in the Canadian Heavyweight Championship final. I’ll show everyone what a fighting champion looks like, because THAT is what I did in the United Wrestling League. I wasn’t just willing, I was CHOMPING AT THE BIT to travel to each of those NINE territories to defend my World Heavyweight Title. I had a goal in mind - to show everyone that the UWL World Title was not only worth having, but worth striving for. To take it and make it the most prestigious accolade in professional wrestling today. Unfortunately, the United Wrestling League closed before I could complete my journey.”
Pat’s head hangs low for a couple of seconds, slowly shaking back and forth in disappointment. He draws a deep breath and looks back up with the fire of determination in his eyes.
PGJR: “But now I have that chance right here in Canadian X Pro. I have the chance to beat you and make a choice that’ll give the fans the best bang for their bucks. And if that wasn’t enough, you had to go and PISS ME OFF. Well let me tell you, Dick, things don’t bode well for people who piss me off. Why don’t you just ask Jeffrey Roberts about that?”
The Boston Bruiser rubs the scar Jeffrey Roberts gave him last year during UltraTitle, almost in a subconscious reflex to saying the name.
PGJR: “I went four rounds in the Granddaddy of them all, last year’s UltraTitle. I’m good at tournaments. And if you want to call my win last week a fluke... Well I hope you’re right. The fluke is a very common fish. And if you go fishing for a fluke, you just might find one.
“But whether it’s common or not, come tomorrow night, when I get you in the Pat Lock... Everyone’s gonna see you go limp, Dick.”
Gordon signs the last few children's autographs and leaves the room.
