Post by Tyler Chrono on Feb 7, 2013 18:51:35 GMT -5
I can't believe I actually freaking did it. I actually freaking beat Jakob Swift.
The first few minutes after my match last Friday proved that I was able to actually make it somewhere in this business, and the excitement from winning the match was almost unexplainable. This might seem like much if I were a seasoned veteran like, say...Eric Price, then it really wouldn't be a big deal. But that vet lost, and this rookie is movin' on. To me that says exactly REV wrestling is going to become, the new guys tearing up all these old folks like they were paper.
Right after I left, I went straight back to the old man in the future, looking to see if the changes I had made in the past had shown up in the future. As soon as the time machine materialized in the junkyard like landscape, I stepped out to find the old man, still perched on his favorite pile of junk, reading an old newspaper. As soon as he saw me, he tossed it to me, letting me read the headline from the Sports section...
NEWCOMER TYLER CHRONO DEFEATS JAKOB SWIFT IN FIRST ROUND OF REVOLUTIONARY DREAMS TOURNAMENT
Sir: You did good work out there Tyler. You showed all those people out there what you're made of...
Tyler: Not only them...I showed myself what I was made of as well.
Sir: If you say so.
He sort of laughed at me, seemingly amused by my apparent lack of confidence before hopping down his trash pile. His gaze quickly turned to the wooden sign I had boarded to the top of the time machine. It read "Time and Interdimensional Travel Station."
Sir: I see you went ahead and gave this darn thing a name.
Tyler: Yeah...I figured I didn't to always have to call it "The Time Machine."
Sir: Any particular reason you chose that name.
Tyler: Well really, all I did was turn my favorite thing in the world and make it an acronymn.
I could see it took a while for the old man to see what I meant. After reading over the sign again, it struck him what I had meant.
Sir: I suppose even when you're trouncing your enemies that there's still room for immaturity.
I let out little nervous chuckle, with a cheeky grin to go along with it. The old man started pacing around the TITS, inspecting every piece of it.
Sir: So, what's next for you then?
Tyler: Well, for sure I know I'll be sticking around REV. Other then that, I don't really know.
Sir: So you're really becoming serious about this whole wrestler thing, then. Who are you facing next in the tournament.
Tyler: A girl named Jade.
The old man suddenly looked very offended, and a stern grimace grew over his face.
Sir: Now why in the hell would they have you fightin' a girl?
Tyler: I dunnon, I guess cause we don't have that many people on our roster that they couldn't really get a whole Women's division..I mean, c'mon, she's the only one in the damn company.
Sir: Meh, I'm still not too keen on you beating up on a poor old girl. I'm an old fashioned man, and we were taught o always respect women, not fight 'em, even if it was for sport.
Tyler: Well whatever you do, don't go around tellin' her that, she just might whack you over the head with her fists if you call her a "poor old girl."
Sir: Say what now?
Obviously he seemed confused by what I was trying to tell him, so I took the time to explain to him that in my time, girls fought just as hard as men, listing off a bunch of famous women's wrestlers and MMA fighters, even going as far as to mention the fact that women were serving the army. He slowly began to understand what I was telling him.
Sir: I see. So, do you have any plans on your match her? Has she said any words towards you?
Tyler: Mmhmm. She basically said that my victory was a fluke and that she was going to hand my ass back to me on a silver platter.
Sir: My my, such foul language in you young people.
Tyler: Well that's not literally what sh said, what she really said was...well, you get the idea, right?
Sir: Sure. Well...you have any strategies for what to do with her.
Tyler: It's not really her I'm worried about?
Sir: What do you mean.
I stared out to the horizon, contemplating the strategy I had gone over in my head beforehand.
Tyler: She's a tough one, I'll giver her that much. However, winning the match the way she did...in fact, I'm pretty sure no one knows how she won her dang match in the first place, I think the camera man fell asleep from boredom and turned his camera off, cause nobdy I know who saw could say how she won. I mean sure, she COULD have won by pin or tapout like you're supposed to, but there's an equally high chance that whoever was fighting her either got counted out or DQ'd. I mean, with me and Jakob, I took him out clean with the Roundhouse Kick and then got the 1, the 2, and the 3 on him. I don't how much more cleanly you could win a match. There's too much reason to assume she screwed whoever the hell it was she beat.
Second, I just don't believe that she's as focused on this as I am. That whole time the camera was on her, she kept getting distracted by other things...weed, pancakes, all that and more. I mean, if you're gonna' talk trash about who you're facing, then at least stay on friggin' topic. If she's that unfocused on the mic, I'd hate to see how distracted she gets in the ring with all those cameras flashing in her face.
But no, the real challenge is gonna' be after I beat her. There's this dude, Kenyan Isara. He's samoan, and you KNOW the kind of wrestlers that come from there. He's gonna' be a pain in the ass, I just know it, just like I know he's going to beat Tek, and he ain't no slouch either. This final round is going to be what proves that I'm worthy of the REV Championship. THIS is what's going to show the world what I'm made of.
I walked back to the TITS right after finishing my little spiel, I think I caught the old man off guard.
Sir: where are you going now?
Tyler: I need to start my training. Right away.
I stepped inside and left the old man behind once again, determined to move forward in the tournament.
The first few minutes after my match last Friday proved that I was able to actually make it somewhere in this business, and the excitement from winning the match was almost unexplainable. This might seem like much if I were a seasoned veteran like, say...Eric Price, then it really wouldn't be a big deal. But that vet lost, and this rookie is movin' on. To me that says exactly REV wrestling is going to become, the new guys tearing up all these old folks like they were paper.
Right after I left, I went straight back to the old man in the future, looking to see if the changes I had made in the past had shown up in the future. As soon as the time machine materialized in the junkyard like landscape, I stepped out to find the old man, still perched on his favorite pile of junk, reading an old newspaper. As soon as he saw me, he tossed it to me, letting me read the headline from the Sports section...
NEWCOMER TYLER CHRONO DEFEATS JAKOB SWIFT IN FIRST ROUND OF REVOLUTIONARY DREAMS TOURNAMENT
Sir: You did good work out there Tyler. You showed all those people out there what you're made of...
Tyler: Not only them...I showed myself what I was made of as well.
Sir: If you say so.
He sort of laughed at me, seemingly amused by my apparent lack of confidence before hopping down his trash pile. His gaze quickly turned to the wooden sign I had boarded to the top of the time machine. It read "Time and Interdimensional Travel Station."
Sir: I see you went ahead and gave this darn thing a name.
Tyler: Yeah...I figured I didn't to always have to call it "The Time Machine."
Sir: Any particular reason you chose that name.
Tyler: Well really, all I did was turn my favorite thing in the world and make it an acronymn.
I could see it took a while for the old man to see what I meant. After reading over the sign again, it struck him what I had meant.
Sir: I suppose even when you're trouncing your enemies that there's still room for immaturity.
I let out little nervous chuckle, with a cheeky grin to go along with it. The old man started pacing around the TITS, inspecting every piece of it.
Sir: So, what's next for you then?
Tyler: Well, for sure I know I'll be sticking around REV. Other then that, I don't really know.
Sir: So you're really becoming serious about this whole wrestler thing, then. Who are you facing next in the tournament.
Tyler: A girl named Jade.
The old man suddenly looked very offended, and a stern grimace grew over his face.
Sir: Now why in the hell would they have you fightin' a girl?
Tyler: I dunnon, I guess cause we don't have that many people on our roster that they couldn't really get a whole Women's division..I mean, c'mon, she's the only one in the damn company.
Sir: Meh, I'm still not too keen on you beating up on a poor old girl. I'm an old fashioned man, and we were taught o always respect women, not fight 'em, even if it was for sport.
Tyler: Well whatever you do, don't go around tellin' her that, she just might whack you over the head with her fists if you call her a "poor old girl."
Sir: Say what now?
Obviously he seemed confused by what I was trying to tell him, so I took the time to explain to him that in my time, girls fought just as hard as men, listing off a bunch of famous women's wrestlers and MMA fighters, even going as far as to mention the fact that women were serving the army. He slowly began to understand what I was telling him.
Sir: I see. So, do you have any plans on your match her? Has she said any words towards you?
Tyler: Mmhmm. She basically said that my victory was a fluke and that she was going to hand my ass back to me on a silver platter.
Sir: My my, such foul language in you young people.
Tyler: Well that's not literally what sh said, what she really said was...well, you get the idea, right?
Sir: Sure. Well...you have any strategies for what to do with her.
Tyler: It's not really her I'm worried about?
Sir: What do you mean.
I stared out to the horizon, contemplating the strategy I had gone over in my head beforehand.
Tyler: She's a tough one, I'll giver her that much. However, winning the match the way she did...in fact, I'm pretty sure no one knows how she won her dang match in the first place, I think the camera man fell asleep from boredom and turned his camera off, cause nobdy I know who saw could say how she won. I mean sure, she COULD have won by pin or tapout like you're supposed to, but there's an equally high chance that whoever was fighting her either got counted out or DQ'd. I mean, with me and Jakob, I took him out clean with the Roundhouse Kick and then got the 1, the 2, and the 3 on him. I don't how much more cleanly you could win a match. There's too much reason to assume she screwed whoever the hell it was she beat.
Second, I just don't believe that she's as focused on this as I am. That whole time the camera was on her, she kept getting distracted by other things...weed, pancakes, all that and more. I mean, if you're gonna' talk trash about who you're facing, then at least stay on friggin' topic. If she's that unfocused on the mic, I'd hate to see how distracted she gets in the ring with all those cameras flashing in her face.
But no, the real challenge is gonna' be after I beat her. There's this dude, Kenyan Isara. He's samoan, and you KNOW the kind of wrestlers that come from there. He's gonna' be a pain in the ass, I just know it, just like I know he's going to beat Tek, and he ain't no slouch either. This final round is going to be what proves that I'm worthy of the REV Championship. THIS is what's going to show the world what I'm made of.
I walked back to the TITS right after finishing my little spiel, I think I caught the old man off guard.
Sir: where are you going now?
Tyler: I need to start my training. Right away.
I stepped inside and left the old man behind once again, determined to move forward in the tournament.
