Post by Ernie on Aug 4, 2013 21:31:38 GMT -5
Devils Island, Nova Scotia, Canada
There’s not much to see. A few sad-looking houses that look like they might topple over at the next puff of wind litter the island. Pat Gordon, Jr. seems to have found the one thing that might possibly capture anyone’s interest: an old lighthouse, beaten over the years by the weather, that has been both abandoned and inoperational for quite some time. The poor thing has fallen into a state of disrepair and looks rather disheveled. The lighthouse, that is, not Pat Gordon, Jr.
Pat isn’t wearing anything fancy, just blue jeans, a warm coat, and, uncharacteristically, one of those plaid hunting caps. He’s dressed for hanging out on abandoned islands with dilapidated lighthouses, or at least for the weather. A good, strong wind accompanies the cold spray from the sea crashing against the rocky shores that batters Gordon’s face.
PGJR: “You know, it’s not often that I find myself giving my opponent a pep talk, but Mr. Rottentreats, your comments on the Twitter have been more reminiscent of Pagliacci than Bozo, so here goes.
“You may have noticed this lighthouse behind me. Now, I like lighthouses. A long time ago, in a world long forgotten, men would spend months - even years - at sea. Their hearts would fill with HOPE when they’d see these lights, because they knew it wouldn’t be long until they were back on land. They could count on these lighthouses to GUIDE them safely through the treacherous craigs*.”
In a gesture more of utility than elegance, Pat waves his hand to point to the lighthouse behind him.
PGJR: “And this particular lighthouse behind me stands here defiantly, even after years of neglect and abandonment. Through years of abuse from the harsh elements, it’s still standing. Proud. Tall. And strong. It survives. It keeps on going.
“It’s a beacon. A symbol of hope, goodness, and strength.
“It seems as though I’ve been a lighthouse - a shining beacon - for a lot of people this year. I’ve been a shining beacon for the United Wrestling League, taking the World Heavyweight Title off a paperweight champ who barely defended it and proudly touring it around the UWL territories. I’ve been a shining beacon for FGA, being the only member of the roster who had balls enough to stand up to the Murder for six months - SIX MONTHS - trying to save the roster from their reign of terror and attacks. So I may as well be a shining beacon for you... In fact, I may as well be the lighthouse of Canadian X Pro.
“The thing that makes me such a lighthouse - such a beacon - Mr. Rottentreats, isn’t that I don’t feel remorse over my failures. I’ve seen a lot of friends end up on the injured list and I’ve had more than my share of losses this year. But I keep on going, ready to make the new day a better one. And it isn’t that I don’t fear anything. People just think that because I overcome my fears.
“In fact, my dad took me to the circus once as a kid. I liked it okay, but I was scared of the clowns. I’m still scared of clowns. But here I have a chance to overcome that fear and step into the ring with one of the most deranged clowns since SARS the Clown. This is a chance for me to face another fear, and God willing, to conquer it.
“It’s a chance for me to make it to the next round, the next step, in becoming the Canadian Heavyweight Champion. It’s a chance for me to prove some of my naysayers out there wrong. It’s a chance for me to become the shining light of Canadian X Pro and give the fans the fighting champion they DESERVE to see!”
The Boston Bruiser, getting amped up, takes a second to calm down and get more reflective.
PGJR: “And it’s also a chance for me to set you straight. Maybe I can inspire you to take your opportunity for a fresh start, for redemption. And if that doesn’t work, then maybe I can go the good old fashioned route and slap some sense into your head. Maybe I can jar something back into place to get you out of your funk and set you on the right path.”
Gordon scratches the back of his head.
PGJR: “I know a lot of people might opt for option B, trying to kill you. And I know you think you’re indestructable. I can’t begin to tell you how tempted I am to tell you, ‘You’re not impregnable and to prove it I’m gonna pregnate you ALL NIGHT LONG!’
“But what I see is a man, a clown, who’s looking for help. I see Pagliacci coming to the doctor and telling him he’s depressed. Only this time the doctor has something else to prescribe besides telling Pagliacci to go see Pagliacci.”
The Boston Bruiser shakes his head.
PGJR: “No. This time, the doc is gonna tell Pagliacci to man up and grow a pair. The doc is gonna tell the tragic clown to fight for his life in front of all these Nova Scotian fans to give them a match they can tell all their grandkids about while they complain that THIS was the ‘Golden Age’ of wrestling and that the wrestlers those kids watch suck. Give them the Canadian X Pro version of Dan Ryan vs. Troy Windham. Go out there and spill some blood, whether it’s yours or mine, or even both.
“And I’m gonna ask YOU, Mr. Rottentreats, to help ME. Help me define main events in Canadian X Pro for years to come. Help me make the Canadian Heavyweight Title something every wrestler dreams of holding. Give me a match that I can be proud to have survived. Fight like hell until I make you tap out. And then set your life straight and redeem yourself.
“This is YOUR chance to define Canadian X Pro. Stand up and take it. Because if you don't, your only options are gonna be to Snap... Or Tap.”
Pat Gordon, Jr. makes his way to a rowboat. He shoves off into the sea, heading back to the mainland.
OOC
*According to dictionary.com, craig is a Scottish word for crag. I felt it appropo to use considering we’re in Nova Scotia - New Scotland.
There’s not much to see. A few sad-looking houses that look like they might topple over at the next puff of wind litter the island. Pat Gordon, Jr. seems to have found the one thing that might possibly capture anyone’s interest: an old lighthouse, beaten over the years by the weather, that has been both abandoned and inoperational for quite some time. The poor thing has fallen into a state of disrepair and looks rather disheveled. The lighthouse, that is, not Pat Gordon, Jr.
Pat isn’t wearing anything fancy, just blue jeans, a warm coat, and, uncharacteristically, one of those plaid hunting caps. He’s dressed for hanging out on abandoned islands with dilapidated lighthouses, or at least for the weather. A good, strong wind accompanies the cold spray from the sea crashing against the rocky shores that batters Gordon’s face.
PGJR: “You know, it’s not often that I find myself giving my opponent a pep talk, but Mr. Rottentreats, your comments on the Twitter have been more reminiscent of Pagliacci than Bozo, so here goes.
“You may have noticed this lighthouse behind me. Now, I like lighthouses. A long time ago, in a world long forgotten, men would spend months - even years - at sea. Their hearts would fill with HOPE when they’d see these lights, because they knew it wouldn’t be long until they were back on land. They could count on these lighthouses to GUIDE them safely through the treacherous craigs*.”
In a gesture more of utility than elegance, Pat waves his hand to point to the lighthouse behind him.
PGJR: “And this particular lighthouse behind me stands here defiantly, even after years of neglect and abandonment. Through years of abuse from the harsh elements, it’s still standing. Proud. Tall. And strong. It survives. It keeps on going.
“It’s a beacon. A symbol of hope, goodness, and strength.
“It seems as though I’ve been a lighthouse - a shining beacon - for a lot of people this year. I’ve been a shining beacon for the United Wrestling League, taking the World Heavyweight Title off a paperweight champ who barely defended it and proudly touring it around the UWL territories. I’ve been a shining beacon for FGA, being the only member of the roster who had balls enough to stand up to the Murder for six months - SIX MONTHS - trying to save the roster from their reign of terror and attacks. So I may as well be a shining beacon for you... In fact, I may as well be the lighthouse of Canadian X Pro.
“The thing that makes me such a lighthouse - such a beacon - Mr. Rottentreats, isn’t that I don’t feel remorse over my failures. I’ve seen a lot of friends end up on the injured list and I’ve had more than my share of losses this year. But I keep on going, ready to make the new day a better one. And it isn’t that I don’t fear anything. People just think that because I overcome my fears.
“In fact, my dad took me to the circus once as a kid. I liked it okay, but I was scared of the clowns. I’m still scared of clowns. But here I have a chance to overcome that fear and step into the ring with one of the most deranged clowns since SARS the Clown. This is a chance for me to face another fear, and God willing, to conquer it.
“It’s a chance for me to make it to the next round, the next step, in becoming the Canadian Heavyweight Champion. It’s a chance for me to prove some of my naysayers out there wrong. It’s a chance for me to become the shining light of Canadian X Pro and give the fans the fighting champion they DESERVE to see!”
The Boston Bruiser, getting amped up, takes a second to calm down and get more reflective.
PGJR: “And it’s also a chance for me to set you straight. Maybe I can inspire you to take your opportunity for a fresh start, for redemption. And if that doesn’t work, then maybe I can go the good old fashioned route and slap some sense into your head. Maybe I can jar something back into place to get you out of your funk and set you on the right path.”
Gordon scratches the back of his head.
PGJR: “I know a lot of people might opt for option B, trying to kill you. And I know you think you’re indestructable. I can’t begin to tell you how tempted I am to tell you, ‘You’re not impregnable and to prove it I’m gonna pregnate you ALL NIGHT LONG!’
“But what I see is a man, a clown, who’s looking for help. I see Pagliacci coming to the doctor and telling him he’s depressed. Only this time the doctor has something else to prescribe besides telling Pagliacci to go see Pagliacci.”
The Boston Bruiser shakes his head.
PGJR: “No. This time, the doc is gonna tell Pagliacci to man up and grow a pair. The doc is gonna tell the tragic clown to fight for his life in front of all these Nova Scotian fans to give them a match they can tell all their grandkids about while they complain that THIS was the ‘Golden Age’ of wrestling and that the wrestlers those kids watch suck. Give them the Canadian X Pro version of Dan Ryan vs. Troy Windham. Go out there and spill some blood, whether it’s yours or mine, or even both.
“And I’m gonna ask YOU, Mr. Rottentreats, to help ME. Help me define main events in Canadian X Pro for years to come. Help me make the Canadian Heavyweight Title something every wrestler dreams of holding. Give me a match that I can be proud to have survived. Fight like hell until I make you tap out. And then set your life straight and redeem yourself.
“This is YOUR chance to define Canadian X Pro. Stand up and take it. Because if you don't, your only options are gonna be to Snap... Or Tap.”
Pat Gordon, Jr. makes his way to a rowboat. He shoves off into the sea, heading back to the mainland.
OOC
*According to dictionary.com, craig is a Scottish word for crag. I felt it appropo to use considering we’re in Nova Scotia - New Scotland.
