Post by Adrien | Adam on Jun 16, 2018 18:39:24 GMT -5
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Date: Friday, June 15th, 2018
Cameras: ON
“Well, this has been a match in the making for quite a few years, isn’t it, old friend?”
The Dropkick King chuckles as stands up from the bleachers he was sitting in. With it being fairly warm in Louisiana, Adrien Cochrane shed his usual plaid shirt, electing to just wear a t-shirt for the New York-based alternative band The Bravery. But the rare sighting was to see him pair this shirt with a pair of shorts. He steps over another seat to go down a level on the bleachers.
“Charles James, II. CJ, my friend, it finally is happening. The Doctor of Kickology taking on the Dropkick King. And we’ve been waiting for this match for a very long time. Perhaps around the time we first met just a few miles from here in St. Bernard Parish just a mere three years ago.
“And here we are. In the year of our Lord two thousand and eighteen, Adrien Cochrane will face Dead Eye. And I get the sense...I’m not facing you at the right time…”
Adrien steps to yet another level, almost to the bottom seat.
“See, one of the things I want from all my opponents is to face them at their best. I want the absolute best battle in every one of my matches I possibly can get. So...I got an opponent with some rust and seems to be having some issues. You called it the yips. Unfortunately, that wasn’t something that people like Steve Blass, Mackey Sasser, and Scott Norwood couldn’t overcome. Rick Ankiel had to change positions, and Hayden Hurst changed entire sports because of the yips.
“I don’t want that Dead Eye. I want the Dead Eye who won the top belt many years ago. I want to face the legend. I want THAT one so I can push myself to limits I haven’t been pushed before.
“And I think he’s still in there, somewhere.”
He’s now at the bottom of the bleachers. He places his hands on the chain link fence before walking along it.
“And I’m going to do my damnedest to bring it back out. This will be the rebirth of the Dead Eye. The Doctor of Kickology will show everyone how kicking is really done once more. This match is more than just about who wins or loses. We’re trying to revive a legendary career here!”
Adrien reaches the end of the fence and finds himself on the other side of the fence now. He was now standing by third base on a high school baseball field.
“You’re my friend, CJ. I care about you, bud. I want you to be better than ever. Not wondering if you still have what it takes to step into the ring and deliver five-star matches. No. Unacceptable. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I’m going to do my best to make sure that is the Dead Eye that leaves the ring when we are done. That’s the only result I care about.
“And you know what? An in-form Dead Eye is exactly the kind of match that I need to prepare me for the very next show I main event. I’ve got a chance to hold a title that you’ve held, even if it has gone through some name changes over the years. I have to be pushed further than I’ve ever been pushed before I take on Johnny Maverick. And you’re the perfect opponent to make me a better wrestler than I was before the match.”
Adrien starts making his way through the infield of the baseball diamond. His sunglasses shimmer in the sunlight.
“And if you want to remind everyone what you are capable of and who the hell Charles James, II is, what better than a match against the Dropkick King in the main event? Think about it, CJ. You could step into the ring with me, overcome the mental block that’s been hindering you in the ring, and walk out the winner, and if I defeat Maverick at WrestleForce II, you can say you defeated the top dog in the company. That would be all the proof anyone would need that Dead Eye is back and he’s taking names again.
“You’re too young to be a has-been, CJ. And it’s not something I will allow you to think of yourself. Hell, you’re younger than me.”
The New Orleans native reaches second base the moment he finishes that sentence. He continues speaking without missing a beat.
“The legendary career of Dead Eye is still just in the early phases. You’ve got plenty of gas left in the tank. You didn’t hit the end when you had to step away from the sport due to injury. That...was merely a bump in the road. And the best part of it is...you got me and Avery supporting you all the way through it. Even if you happened to draw us as opponents, you’re still our friend. And friends like to see other friends succeed, right?
“I certainly hope the feeling is mutual for that, at least.”
The three-time World Heavyweight Champion reaches first base. But instead of walking towards home plate, he turns and starts heading towards the pitcher’s mound.
“Regardless, this means one thing and one thing only: we gotta cure your yips. I don’t want to see you going the path of all those names I said before. If we’re going to have Dead Eye kicking people to the ground and winning matches again, we can’t let you hesitate and take an hour to leap off the top rope to hit that Red Death. No more pulling a Mackey ‘The Hacker’ Sasser and giving people time to take advantage of whatever is haunting you.”
He stops atop the pitcher’s mound. He looks back at home plate, then to first base and then to third. He mimics the baseball pitcher’s he’s seen on television in terms of their stance, pretending to hold a ball behind his back.
“And soon, you’ll be able to throw the ball in strike zone again.”
He pretends to throw a pitch. With no formal baseball training in his life, the form is a little sloppy, but it’s enough to get his message across.
“You will, CJ. Because in the end...I still believe in you.”
Adrien winks at the camera before it fades to black right after saying his keyword to his friend and opponent.
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe
Something's always coming
You can hear it in the ground
It swells into the air
With the rising
Rising sound
And never comes but shakes the boards
And rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for
Date: Friday, June 15th, 2018
Cameras: ON
“Well, this has been a match in the making for quite a few years, isn’t it, old friend?”
The Dropkick King chuckles as stands up from the bleachers he was sitting in. With it being fairly warm in Louisiana, Adrien Cochrane shed his usual plaid shirt, electing to just wear a t-shirt for the New York-based alternative band The Bravery. But the rare sighting was to see him pair this shirt with a pair of shorts. He steps over another seat to go down a level on the bleachers.
“Charles James, II. CJ, my friend, it finally is happening. The Doctor of Kickology taking on the Dropkick King. And we’ve been waiting for this match for a very long time. Perhaps around the time we first met just a few miles from here in St. Bernard Parish just a mere three years ago.
“And here we are. In the year of our Lord two thousand and eighteen, Adrien Cochrane will face Dead Eye. And I get the sense...I’m not facing you at the right time…”
Adrien steps to yet another level, almost to the bottom seat.
“See, one of the things I want from all my opponents is to face them at their best. I want the absolute best battle in every one of my matches I possibly can get. So...I got an opponent with some rust and seems to be having some issues. You called it the yips. Unfortunately, that wasn’t something that people like Steve Blass, Mackey Sasser, and Scott Norwood couldn’t overcome. Rick Ankiel had to change positions, and Hayden Hurst changed entire sports because of the yips.
“I don’t want that Dead Eye. I want the Dead Eye who won the top belt many years ago. I want to face the legend. I want THAT one so I can push myself to limits I haven’t been pushed before.
“And I think he’s still in there, somewhere.”
He’s now at the bottom of the bleachers. He places his hands on the chain link fence before walking along it.
“And I’m going to do my damnedest to bring it back out. This will be the rebirth of the Dead Eye. The Doctor of Kickology will show everyone how kicking is really done once more. This match is more than just about who wins or loses. We’re trying to revive a legendary career here!”
Adrien reaches the end of the fence and finds himself on the other side of the fence now. He was now standing by third base on a high school baseball field.
“You’re my friend, CJ. I care about you, bud. I want you to be better than ever. Not wondering if you still have what it takes to step into the ring and deliver five-star matches. No. Unacceptable. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I’m going to do my best to make sure that is the Dead Eye that leaves the ring when we are done. That’s the only result I care about.
“And you know what? An in-form Dead Eye is exactly the kind of match that I need to prepare me for the very next show I main event. I’ve got a chance to hold a title that you’ve held, even if it has gone through some name changes over the years. I have to be pushed further than I’ve ever been pushed before I take on Johnny Maverick. And you’re the perfect opponent to make me a better wrestler than I was before the match.”
Adrien starts making his way through the infield of the baseball diamond. His sunglasses shimmer in the sunlight.
“And if you want to remind everyone what you are capable of and who the hell Charles James, II is, what better than a match against the Dropkick King in the main event? Think about it, CJ. You could step into the ring with me, overcome the mental block that’s been hindering you in the ring, and walk out the winner, and if I defeat Maverick at WrestleForce II, you can say you defeated the top dog in the company. That would be all the proof anyone would need that Dead Eye is back and he’s taking names again.
“You’re too young to be a has-been, CJ. And it’s not something I will allow you to think of yourself. Hell, you’re younger than me.”
The New Orleans native reaches second base the moment he finishes that sentence. He continues speaking without missing a beat.
“The legendary career of Dead Eye is still just in the early phases. You’ve got plenty of gas left in the tank. You didn’t hit the end when you had to step away from the sport due to injury. That...was merely a bump in the road. And the best part of it is...you got me and Avery supporting you all the way through it. Even if you happened to draw us as opponents, you’re still our friend. And friends like to see other friends succeed, right?
“I certainly hope the feeling is mutual for that, at least.”
The three-time World Heavyweight Champion reaches first base. But instead of walking towards home plate, he turns and starts heading towards the pitcher’s mound.
“Regardless, this means one thing and one thing only: we gotta cure your yips. I don’t want to see you going the path of all those names I said before. If we’re going to have Dead Eye kicking people to the ground and winning matches again, we can’t let you hesitate and take an hour to leap off the top rope to hit that Red Death. No more pulling a Mackey ‘The Hacker’ Sasser and giving people time to take advantage of whatever is haunting you.”
He stops atop the pitcher’s mound. He looks back at home plate, then to first base and then to third. He mimics the baseball pitcher’s he’s seen on television in terms of their stance, pretending to hold a ball behind his back.
“And soon, you’ll be able to throw the ball in strike zone again.”
He pretends to throw a pitch. With no formal baseball training in his life, the form is a little sloppy, but it’s enough to get his message across.
“You will, CJ. Because in the end...I still believe in you.”
Adrien winks at the camera before it fades to black right after saying his keyword to his friend and opponent.
I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here
Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing
Now it’s just what I've become
What am I waiting for
It’s already done
So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe
