Post by david on May 13, 2018 17:00:06 GMT -5
Time: 5:21 PM
Date: May 9, 2018
Location: Levi's Funeral Home
The phone call ends as Levi sits on his couch watching TV, but not really paying attention to the images flying around the screen. Sighing loudly he lends his head back over the couch and stares at the ceiling which seems to stretch on for miles. Ever since Zetta has moved in with him a week and a half ago, things have been going great. Her family are still doing their best to butt in, specifically a read haired spotlight champion, but her other sister Coral has been keeping her at bay, Seems like not everyone in that family is out to get us.
Levi Adams:
It's a start I guess.
Levi looks over at the grandfather clock in the corner to check the time.
Levi Adams:
Damion, where the fuck are you man?
Levi sighs loudly as his clicks off the TV and stands up on his feet. He walks over to the shaded curtains and looks out at the street. A few cars pass by but they are few and far between. Levi walks over and steps outside. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. With a quick flick he brings the flame over to the end of the cigarette before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke into the air.
Levi Adams:
So let me get this straight, I'm being singled out not just by my fellow wrestlers, but also my employers. I "haven't made an impact" and then my own fucking partners cost me matches. What the hell is going on around here. I've worked in gas stations that have more respectability than this fucking place.
Levi takes a seat on one of the steps leading up to the front door. Sitting there with a lit cigarette in his hand, he stares out into the now vacant street.
Levi Adams:
People think just cause they have a piece of gold around their waist that it makes them tough shit, they're about to find out real quick that I don't fucking play that game. Go ahead and doubt me, and look over me. I get off on that shit, because the faces they make when they get knocked on their asses are priceless. Speaking of which...my triple threat match on Sunday. A chance to get back some lost momentum that I honestly never lost in the first place.
Levi takes another drag of his cigarette and shakes his head.
Levi Adams:
Jack Tillman, tell me am I suppose to be impressed? For someone who's regarded as this accomplished wrestler, I haven't seen you do jack shit. It's funny, people refer to me as some emo bitch, when you are the spitting image of it. Champion in multiple organizations including right here in NGW. In fact you were a champion with Matt Shields? Man, I really do feel sorry for you. You were actually a bitch's bitch. Tell me man, how'd you do it? How'd you put up with him and his banshee of a wife? Maybe I should feel sorry for you. I mean no man should have to go through that, it's no wonder why your so fucking lost to the world. So I'll make you a deal Jack. How about we both put each other out of our fucking misery? I'm down if you're down. Just know this, I don't drop easily. So you better hope that you can keep me down, because I've got no issue introducing you to my future.
Levi sighs and checks his phone. Still not quite time.
Levi Adams:
But Jack is the only face I'll be bashing in. I've also got Mason Moore. You know Mason, unlike Jack I've heard alot about you from other wrestlers. All of them call you "meathead" or some other stupid and lame ass insult. Look dude I don't give a shit. It makes no difference to me what people call you, my job is to get into that ring and bash your face in.
Levi rubs the back of his head and yawns before taking another drag of his cigarette.
Levi Adams:
We were partners not to long ago, and we both were screwed by our partner. Regardless of that fact that were our similarities end. We're as I lost my following match due to continuously being screwed by management and my fucking tag partners, you lost because you lost, and hey man look they're nothing wrong with being a loser. I'm not here to judge you.I understand you Mason. I understand where you're coming from. All you want to do is whoop some ass. I'm all for that mentality. And hey look it's true that we do share similar aspect outside of the ring. We've got similar taste in music, similar smoking hot women in our lives, similar questionable hairstyles. So I understand Mason. I get it, but inside that ring, between those ropes. We are absolutely nothing alike. The same with Jack. I don't "think" I'm better. Nah, I fucking know I am. I can wrestle circles around you two and everyone else in this promotion. You don't have to like it, but you damn well better recognize it.
Levi puts out the cigarette and flicks it off into the unknown. He sits there as a smirk spreads across his face.
Levi Adams:
I hope everyone out there is listening. From my two opponents, to my future opponents, to the people who sign my paychecks. I want all of you to keep writing me off. I want all of you to overlooking me. Because my chapter has even begun yet, and when I pass over all of you with my fucking foot pressing down on your throats. Just remember how you got here, remember who you're looking at, and most importantly get used to your new place in life. Under the sole of Levi Adams. Your Messiah.
Levi stands up and walks off the steps. As the scene fades to black.
Date: May 9, 2018
Location: Levi's Funeral Home
"Yeah, I got it."
"Whatever."
Beep.
The phone call ends as Levi sits on his couch watching TV, but not really paying attention to the images flying around the screen. Sighing loudly he lends his head back over the couch and stares at the ceiling which seems to stretch on for miles. Ever since Zetta has moved in with him a week and a half ago, things have been going great. Her family are still doing their best to butt in, specifically a read haired spotlight champion, but her other sister Coral has been keeping her at bay, Seems like not everyone in that family is out to get us.
Levi Adams:
It's a start I guess.
Levi looks over at the grandfather clock in the corner to check the time.
Levi Adams:
Damion, where the fuck are you man?
Levi sighs loudly as his clicks off the TV and stands up on his feet. He walks over to the shaded curtains and looks out at the street. A few cars pass by but they are few and far between. Levi walks over and steps outside. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. With a quick flick he brings the flame over to the end of the cigarette before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke into the air.
Levi Adams:
So let me get this straight, I'm being singled out not just by my fellow wrestlers, but also my employers. I "haven't made an impact" and then my own fucking partners cost me matches. What the hell is going on around here. I've worked in gas stations that have more respectability than this fucking place.
Levi takes a seat on one of the steps leading up to the front door. Sitting there with a lit cigarette in his hand, he stares out into the now vacant street.
Levi Adams:
People think just cause they have a piece of gold around their waist that it makes them tough shit, they're about to find out real quick that I don't fucking play that game. Go ahead and doubt me, and look over me. I get off on that shit, because the faces they make when they get knocked on their asses are priceless. Speaking of which...my triple threat match on Sunday. A chance to get back some lost momentum that I honestly never lost in the first place.
Levi takes another drag of his cigarette and shakes his head.
Levi Adams:
Jack Tillman, tell me am I suppose to be impressed? For someone who's regarded as this accomplished wrestler, I haven't seen you do jack shit. It's funny, people refer to me as some emo bitch, when you are the spitting image of it. Champion in multiple organizations including right here in NGW. In fact you were a champion with Matt Shields? Man, I really do feel sorry for you. You were actually a bitch's bitch. Tell me man, how'd you do it? How'd you put up with him and his banshee of a wife? Maybe I should feel sorry for you. I mean no man should have to go through that, it's no wonder why your so fucking lost to the world. So I'll make you a deal Jack. How about we both put each other out of our fucking misery? I'm down if you're down. Just know this, I don't drop easily. So you better hope that you can keep me down, because I've got no issue introducing you to my future.
Levi sighs and checks his phone. Still not quite time.
Levi Adams:
But Jack is the only face I'll be bashing in. I've also got Mason Moore. You know Mason, unlike Jack I've heard alot about you from other wrestlers. All of them call you "meathead" or some other stupid and lame ass insult. Look dude I don't give a shit. It makes no difference to me what people call you, my job is to get into that ring and bash your face in.
Levi rubs the back of his head and yawns before taking another drag of his cigarette.
Levi Adams:
We were partners not to long ago, and we both were screwed by our partner. Regardless of that fact that were our similarities end. We're as I lost my following match due to continuously being screwed by management and my fucking tag partners, you lost because you lost, and hey man look they're nothing wrong with being a loser. I'm not here to judge you.I understand you Mason. I understand where you're coming from. All you want to do is whoop some ass. I'm all for that mentality. And hey look it's true that we do share similar aspect outside of the ring. We've got similar taste in music, similar smoking hot women in our lives, similar questionable hairstyles. So I understand Mason. I get it, but inside that ring, between those ropes. We are absolutely nothing alike. The same with Jack. I don't "think" I'm better. Nah, I fucking know I am. I can wrestle circles around you two and everyone else in this promotion. You don't have to like it, but you damn well better recognize it.
Levi puts out the cigarette and flicks it off into the unknown. He sits there as a smirk spreads across his face.
Levi Adams:
I hope everyone out there is listening. From my two opponents, to my future opponents, to the people who sign my paychecks. I want all of you to keep writing me off. I want all of you to overlooking me. Because my chapter has even begun yet, and when I pass over all of you with my fucking foot pressing down on your throats. Just remember how you got here, remember who you're looking at, and most importantly get used to your new place in life. Under the sole of Levi Adams. Your Messiah.
Levi stands up and walks off the steps. As the scene fades to black.