Post by Sizzle on Feb 3, 2017 0:34:55 GMT -5
2017:YEAR OF THE BISON
I’ve been kind of an ass lately. And while I don’t want to put all the blame on myself, I’d be lying if I didn’t.
Turns out that when you become the owner of your own wrestling school and win a match to qualify for a title match, not even win it, you think you should become the next world champion.
But the truth is, I’m not entitled to anything and I never will be. When they announced the Supreme Gauntlet participants I was going to let my wrath be known, but I gave it some thought and realized that I hadn’t earned it, so why should I be in it?
It’s probably stupid of me to try and come back as the same dude I was before all that sh*t got to my head and I became a major assh*le, but the fact of the matter is, just because I’m an angry bison doesn’t mean I have to be a douche.
The period of entitlement I went through wasn’t an example of the real me. Unfortunately, during that time a lot about me changed. But there is one thing that didn’t change…
I’m still an angry Bison.
…
The sun peaked through the glass doors in the front of the Bison Wrestling Academy as Brandon Bison walked in. “I Wanna Be a Cowboy” by Boys Don’t Cry played on the speakers throughout the building.
A few of the more experienced members of the school were in one of the rings running the ropes, but in front of the ring, leaning on the apron, was Brick Harrison.
Brick Harrison walked towards Brandon with a smirk on his face and squinted eyes.
“I remember you… But you’re the guy training me? I want to be trained by someone that can actually beat me. Not someone I can beat with my hands tied behind my back.”
“Watch it. I know Frank paid to have you here and you really want this so don’t piss me off. I’ll kick your ass out before you’ve even stepped in the ring.”
Jervis Weaver, Brandon’s best friend, walked in and shook hands with both men.
“How’s it goin’ Brandon?”
“Nothing much, man. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Yeah, what the hell? Why haven’t we spoken?”
“I’ve kinda distanced myself from a lot of people for a while. I’m better now.”
“Oh, alrighty then. What happened?”
“I don’t really wanna talk about it right now. Maybe later. Right now, it’s time to get to know this bad boy, Brick Harrison.”
“I totally get it, bro. I’ll catch you later, I’m out to get some lunch.”
“Peace.”
…
“All right. This is gonna seem really quick jumping into things, but I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“I know you like to mess with people. Get under their skin. Like you did with Lynn. That’s gonna be your first part of training.”
Brandon walked over to a bulletin board and ripped off a poster for WFWF Supreme Gauntlet Night Two. He pointed at the faces of his opponents at the show, Vass the Slayer and Trevor Wolf.
“I assume you know what’s going on in WFWF and who everyone is, right?”
“Hell yeah. I love seeing Frank’s ass get kicked… And all the other stuff too, I guess.”
“Well I want to see the best of you. I want to hear what you’ve got.”
“Bro. These are some easy targets.”
“I want you to rip this guy to shreds”
Bison pointed to Trevor Wolf.
“Haha. That idiot? Let’s go.”
Brandon pulled out his phone and started recording Brick, but instantly stopped and put the phone away.
“Y’know what? On second thought, let me get these guys. You’ll get your chance, but right now is my time and I’ve gotta get back on my feet again and win at this show.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I get beat up by Frank Lynn and this is what I get in return?”
Brick walked away and into the locker room.
A few trainers looked at Brandon and shook their heads in disappointment.
“You f*cked up, man. We wanted see him roast those guys. Dude love's doing that.”
“Oh be quiet. When he comes back I’m going to have him dis you.”
…
I was gonna have one of my students go off on you, Trevor. But unlike Brick, I have history with you. You and I are of the same age when it comes to our WFWF careers. Give or take a little time when you were... uh… dead.
But that’s the thing. I pissed Brick off because he needs it. He’s used to getting what he wants. But that’s not how it works. If everyone got what they wanted, I’d be the WFWF Champion right now and you would have a win that wasn’t a fluke.
But since it doesn’t happen that way, we’re clashing at Night Two of the Supreme Gauntlet show, along with Vass the Slayer. Vass isn’t a guy you wanna mess with, but neither am I.
Trevor, you may have been raised by wolves, but in the WFWF, you’re a lone wolf. You’re on your own
in this company, and that’s how you’re going to stay, especially after I win in our match. The thing about lone wolves though, is that they can’t hunt the big prey. They have to feed on the carrion. And unfortunately, you are the roadkill in WFWF. You’ve been killed and scavenged on by the other wolves, the bigger guys in WFWF. You are nothing but an easy target… a warm-up. I don’t have to worry about you in that match. It’s Vass that’ll cause me trouble.
in this company, and that’s how you’re going to stay, especially after I win in our match. The thing about lone wolves though, is that they can’t hunt the big prey. They have to feed on the carrion. And unfortunately, you are the roadkill in WFWF. You’ve been killed and scavenged on by the other wolves, the bigger guys in WFWF. You are nothing but an easy target… a warm-up. I don’t have to worry about you in that match. It’s Vass that’ll cause me trouble.
Vass, you are one hell of a wrestler and you are the son of one as well. Too bad you’re not a role model like your father.
You lived a life of crime, and there may be a motive behind it, but that doesn’t excuse that you are a criminal. A part of a gang. No man should ever be proud of what you’ve done.
Your dad died, your mom’s an alcoholic, and you’ve been added to the mix as a junkie. But you won’t get any sympathy from me. I have no problem taking you out in my path to stardom and I won’t think twice about it.
2017 is my year. The Chinese say that this is the year of the rooster, but if you ask me, 2017 is the year of the Bison.
