Post by Deleted on May 11, 2018 20:58:19 GMT -5
The scene, it fades in to a hot and humid day. Only a fraction of the sun's unbelievable power is constantly beating down on my sweat covered body. The humidity in the air is thick due to a series of thunderstorms rolling through the area the night before. The combination of the suns strength and the weight of the humidity in the air is beating down on my body. Their trying to do what they can to slow me down while I stand in this pile of hot mix with a large steel cornshovel in my hand. I'm getting beaten down at every angle from all sides. The fresh asphalt pile lets off it's own heat as it's slowly losing the heat that makes it pliable.. These elements are challenging me just as they do everyday that I step out into this wasteland that will one day be a presentable piece of property for those that will never understand or even try to think about the hells that this environment once brought to idiots like myself..
I watch before my eyes as the large pile of asphalt gives way to my shovel. Molten black mix is thrown in every direction, depending on the way that the grade has to be set. I enjoy setting the foundation with this shovel while others would prefer to let the machines do the work.
Some do this for the money, others do it because it's all they know but me; I must have a few screws loose, because I enjoy it. Everyday, I wake up ready to go up against the new challenge that presents itself. to me. That's what fuels me. It's the very thing that keeps me pushing even when I should fold. I can't stop until I'm truly beaten down and then, when everything looks grim, after all of my supplies are exhausted. The pain and fatigue begin to set in when suddenly; Out of nowhere, a second wind in the form of adrenaline kicks in and starts a whole new phase. This second wind is even more driven than the first. The pain vanishes and the fatigue is an afterthought.
I take a moments break, long enough to grab a water jug filled with iced down Kentucky Cornshine. My mouth accepts a large drink as the quad axle dump truck backs up to a new spot so it can let down another pile that is roughly five tons. Another drink slips by my lips and into my mouth as the drive gets out of his truck to make sure his latches are clean. If the mix sets up inside his latches, then it'll take a lot more effort to get it out and until he did; The driver wouldn't be able to latch his tailgate.. I set down the jug before grabbing my shovel and begin walking to the next pile while he gets in his truck and pulls away to leave the site for the day because his time is done and mine will be as soon as I move this last pile.. I dive right in and begin slinging shovel fulls of asphalt in many different directions. While I do so, I begin thinking about my next match in SFT. Why oh why do I have to slap Andrew around again? What once seemed like a promising young man has turned out to be a huge disappointment. I don't get why Joseph Black wants him to go up against me but I've got no other choice but to move him out of my way just like all of this asphalt has given way to my fortitude..
I finally move the last hump of hot mix before I walk away and set the cornshovel on the back of a Ford F-350 flatbed. A cooler is there and it doesn't take long for me to open it. I pull an ice cold Budweiser out of it and crack the top off before quickly consuming the contents. A sigh escapes my mouth as I look at the looters adding the secondary touches to the still pliable mix and then my mind begins to wonder once again before I begin speaking to the camera.
Andrew, I'd like to say ahead of time that I'm sorry for what I've got to do but I'd be lying to you. I've spent awhile watching you and I must say that your work ethic is pathetic. You've spent too much of your time trying to half ass your way through this place. Sure, you won a championship. The Intercontinental title but you lost it the following week. You've got no drive Andrew. You need to find something to fight for but honestly; You should fight for yourself. Every time you're scheduled to step into the ring, your whole approach should be that you're going to push your limits and if you keep digging your feet in, you'll eventually begin to progress. It likely won't happen overnight but one day it will happen.
A part of me honestly wants to feel bad for you but I can't because you do this to yourself Andrew.. You slack around against me just like you have done to other wrestlers here in SFT since you've been around and I promise you that I'll smack you around like a red headed step child. Andrew, you'll get no mercy from me.. So step up and make a good showing or get ready to not only be humiliated but also prepare to spend that night following our match in a hospital. Because this weak approach of yours here in SFT aggravates me. I can feel the rage gradually building up just thinking about it.
Either way though, the choice on how you're going to approach this match is yours. I may be waiting to hear from you but more likely; I won't hold my breath. I might decide to go on one of those promo sprees that I've been known to do. Only time will tell.
I slyly wink at the camera right before the scene begins to slowly fade to black..
