Post by F. Styles on Dec 4, 2016 12:22:25 GMT -5
Ken had just moved to Atlanta. He had called me the day before the Glory card was announced and had informed me on the move. He had asked if I wanted to go down and see the house and show him the city, and i gladly obliged. I had needed a getaway lately after my last couple of performances. My body ached. This break couldn't have come any sooner.
Ken and I had decided to go to one of the hookah bars in town. The House of Hookah it was called. We walked in, and almost right away, I noticed the cute girl behind the bar. The babyface turned me on, as she caught me staring at her. I chuckled to myself and looked down at my feet; shaking my head. I'd have to go introduce myself. I mean, I am Freddie Styles...and my lineage never lacked for confidence.
After we had gotten our seats, I walked over to the woman I had looked over when I had first gotten there. She was pouring shots of Southern Comfort. She had this "girl next door" look to her. Extremely attractive, and I could tell that she was checking me out as I walked over. I reached the bar and introduced myself.
"Hey there. Could I have a glass of vodka, and a glass of Crown Royal on the rocks? By the way, I'm Freddie."
"I'll get those to you right away and my name's Aurora.", she replied.
Oh god was she sexy. Short, thick in the right spots and chocolate, just like I like em. She just seemed so innocent. And her voice; it was so soft and sweet. This girl seemed like an angel, and I was the devil. But I could tell she wanted a bad boy. She needed one. A guy who could keep her on her toes; give her the excitement she desperately needed in her life.
"So is it always this busy in here? Heh, I can only imagine the amount of times a good looking girl like you gets hit on by scumbags."
"More then I care to think about. It's pretty much like this every night though and if it isn't the same jerk over and over again it's a brand new one. What can I say, it's a never-ending cycle."
"Well here's your drinks, I probably better get back to work.", she said.
"Thanks, I appreciate it. Before I get back to the table, how about you do a shot with me? Don't worry it's on me."
I threw her one of my patented shit eating grins. It was weird because with Aurora, I wasn't worried about getting my dick wet. Her innocent look is what attracted me. I decided that before I left the bar tonight, not only would I be shit faced, but I'd have Aurora's number.
"All right bottoms up.", she exclaimed.
We both took the shot, and I put my glass down second before she did. The face she made after taking it told me she didn't often drink. For some reason I found that to be attractive. She truly was one of a kind. I knew I should've came to this bar long before this. I figured I'd let her get back to her job, before she started getting bitched at by what seemed to be her regulars. I'd surely be back up to see her. I took my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill.
"That's for the drinks. You can keep the change. I'll let you get back to your regulars before they start bitching. I'll be back up."
I smiled at her again as she smiled back. Our eyes locked for a moment, which seemed like forever. I then walked back to the table with Ken. Not soon after I sat down, she was back, but not for a second shot.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I can't keep that much money. I rang you up for your drinks and that is as much as I will do."
I turned back to hear her say she couldn't take the rest of the change, but before I could insist that she kept it, she walked off, taking another order. I smiled to myself realizing her game of hard to get. I walked back to the table with a large smile on my face, with a plan. I sat down, placing Ken's drink in front of him, and mine in front of me. I pulled a pen from my pocket and scribbled my cell phone on to a ten dollar bill. Next time I was to go up, she'd be getting my number whether she liked it or not.
"What are you all smiles about Freddie?"
"You see that girl up there Ken? I just met her, and already I'm extremely attracted. I promise you before this night is over, we'll be more than just acquaintances. She'll be coming back to the crib with me."
"Yeah, well i'll believe it when I see it."
"I'll be right back Ken."
"Where are you going now?
"
"I'm going to finish what I started."
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[Darkness; no light to be seen, only words heard from a distance.]
“What are words spoken by a man that has given up? Just words you see. That’s all they are. When you open your mouth and say something, either being when you’re happy or sad. Burnt out or fresh. Or even depressed on the verge of insanity, they’re all just words.”
“Granted, words can be used to give you joy or sadness. But at the end of the day, they’re just words.”
“A man can sit down and talk for hours about how he loves God, how God is great, how God will save their souls. But then get up after all that talking, kill someone, and guess what? Everyone who was listening to his preaching would no longer care of what he spoke about, but the action he took.”
“Just because Freddie Styles has decided to say very little these past weeks, doesn’t mean he’s any less dangerous. It doesn’t mean that he’s afraid; it doesn’t even mean he’s given up. All that it means is that he doesn’t have to sit around for hours going on and on about worthless chit chat that no one will remember after he steps in between those wrestling ropes.”
“For all of you that thought Freddie Styles had given up, that he was slipping from his duties as one of the best young wrestlers in the world today…guess again. For Freddie Styles… you’ll all learn this real soon…actions speak louder than words.”
-Ronnie McNeil
When I was twelve years old, I got into a fight. The kid must've been at least fifteen, twice my size. He beat the piss out of me. Why mention this? It was a turning point in my life. The exact moment that I've pinpointed when I decided I wasn't ever going to get beaten up again. Eight years later, look at me.
The man looks up from the ground and his dark brown eyes pierce the camera. He has short, curly black hair that is even moreso from the sweat on his head. His face is clean shaven, save a little thin goatee. He is wearing no shirt, just a pair of gym shorts, Nike in brand, and a pair of running shoes. He is sitting on a lone wooden stool, his feet lightly resting on one of the pegs. The main thing other than the intensity in his eyes is his body. He lowers his head back to the floor
I have grown up to become more than I ever thought. I make more money than my father ever did; I'm more successful than my childhood friends ever dreamed. I've looked back at what I was back then, and I was scared. I was weak. I had never been in a fight, never wanted to. After that fateful day, I decided that I would not allow myself to be bullied like that. I began watching a sport that one day I would be a major part of. That sport saved me from obscurity, and took me to the places I find myself in now. A few months after that incident, I began training, allowing myself to transform into what you see before you.
Again, he raises his head, staring directly ahead, eyes not wavering a single bit
I worked my ass off to get where I am, despite what anybody may tell you. I have earned every perk and amenity that I now have with hard work, ambition, and dedication to my craft. I brought a new mindset to the game, and raised the ante for all of Redemption to see. I slipped and lost a couple matches...we all do. And now I've been gifted a match against the man holding the most important piece of gold in the company. A man who has every right to be upset of his match placement against a .500 wrestler. I can respect his frustration.
Even with that and how I've lost the last two shows, my goal is becoming more and more possible as I face down every man or woman that's put in my way. The champ...Matthew Shields. He has accomplished much during this time, a whole lot indeed, but the next chapter of it will end in defeat at the hands of a man who has hunger in his eyes. A man who craves victory, and will do anything to attain it. Glory, fame, legacy. Those are things that come with time, and success. I've earned my share of those, but it's not enough. It's never enough until I am recognized as the greatest man in this company. That too, will come with time. I have respect for you, Matthew, and for your skills. That's why I'm not going to run you down. I'm going to beat you, oh yes, because that’s what I need and want to do. Because climbing that ladder means I get one step closer to my ultimate goal.
Freddie reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wine black & mild. He opens the wrapper, reaches back into his pocket, producing a lighter in its place. He flicks the Bic and lights the cigar. He takes a deep drag and exhales
Ahh, the sweet taste of nicotine, one of my favorite vices. This smoke you see, Matthew, is symbolic though. It represents your hopes of winning this match. It represents what your title reign will look like when I finally get a real shot at you. Redemption has seen a small glimpse of what I am capable of, but you ain't seen nothin' yet. We all have setbacks & challenges that life sets in front of us that we must face. You’ve had a great run since you got here, but I am your setback, your roadblock. I am the challenge that has been put here to test you, to show you just how human you really are. You aren't wrestling royalty, you just think you are. I have been sent here to show you that you just can't cut it in the waters that I swim in. I don't have anything against you Matt, so don't take this as disrespect, although I'm sure you will. This is truth, plain and simple. Your little run has been on the back of pretenders, those who were past it, or those whom didn’t show you the respect you earned. That nobody has had the gall or the balls to step up to the plate against you. Well, here's your notice. Time to look in the mirror and see if you have what it takes to turn back this challenge. Find out if you can muster up the strength to tame this beast.
He takes a drag, the cherry on the cigar flaring as he inhales. A slow, deep exhale through his nostrils
See, the thing is, I don't think you can stop me, champ. I don't think you can measure up. Trust that the killer instinct you think I'm missing...Ima overdose you on it and then some, “champ”. Your cockiness is your own downfall, and that is how "good" will beat a champion at Glory. My name is Freddie Styles, learn it well, because it is the name you will hear being announced after the bell rings. Don't say you weren't warned, don't say you weren't prepared. Just say you were beaten by this "damn fine wrestler".
At Glory...two wrestlers are going to go toe to toe, and one of those two will have to stay down for three seconds solid to let the other be proclaimed the victor.
And like it or not, Matthew..."champ"...you won't have those three seconds.
He takes a final drag off his cigar and lets it fall from his hand to the floor. His left leg falls from the peg it rests on and he crushes the butt with his shoe. His eyes penetrate our souls one last time. He stands and walks off to his left, leaving just a wooden stool…
Ken and I had decided to go to one of the hookah bars in town. The House of Hookah it was called. We walked in, and almost right away, I noticed the cute girl behind the bar. The babyface turned me on, as she caught me staring at her. I chuckled to myself and looked down at my feet; shaking my head. I'd have to go introduce myself. I mean, I am Freddie Styles...and my lineage never lacked for confidence.
After we had gotten our seats, I walked over to the woman I had looked over when I had first gotten there. She was pouring shots of Southern Comfort. She had this "girl next door" look to her. Extremely attractive, and I could tell that she was checking me out as I walked over. I reached the bar and introduced myself.
"Hey there. Could I have a glass of vodka, and a glass of Crown Royal on the rocks? By the way, I'm Freddie."
"I'll get those to you right away and my name's Aurora.", she replied.
Oh god was she sexy. Short, thick in the right spots and chocolate, just like I like em. She just seemed so innocent. And her voice; it was so soft and sweet. This girl seemed like an angel, and I was the devil. But I could tell she wanted a bad boy. She needed one. A guy who could keep her on her toes; give her the excitement she desperately needed in her life.
"So is it always this busy in here? Heh, I can only imagine the amount of times a good looking girl like you gets hit on by scumbags."
"More then I care to think about. It's pretty much like this every night though and if it isn't the same jerk over and over again it's a brand new one. What can I say, it's a never-ending cycle."
"Well here's your drinks, I probably better get back to work.", she said.
"Thanks, I appreciate it. Before I get back to the table, how about you do a shot with me? Don't worry it's on me."
I threw her one of my patented shit eating grins. It was weird because with Aurora, I wasn't worried about getting my dick wet. Her innocent look is what attracted me. I decided that before I left the bar tonight, not only would I be shit faced, but I'd have Aurora's number.
"All right bottoms up.", she exclaimed.
We both took the shot, and I put my glass down second before she did. The face she made after taking it told me she didn't often drink. For some reason I found that to be attractive. She truly was one of a kind. I knew I should've came to this bar long before this. I figured I'd let her get back to her job, before she started getting bitched at by what seemed to be her regulars. I'd surely be back up to see her. I took my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill.
"That's for the drinks. You can keep the change. I'll let you get back to your regulars before they start bitching. I'll be back up."
I smiled at her again as she smiled back. Our eyes locked for a moment, which seemed like forever. I then walked back to the table with Ken. Not soon after I sat down, she was back, but not for a second shot.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I can't keep that much money. I rang you up for your drinks and that is as much as I will do."
I turned back to hear her say she couldn't take the rest of the change, but before I could insist that she kept it, she walked off, taking another order. I smiled to myself realizing her game of hard to get. I walked back to the table with a large smile on my face, with a plan. I sat down, placing Ken's drink in front of him, and mine in front of me. I pulled a pen from my pocket and scribbled my cell phone on to a ten dollar bill. Next time I was to go up, she'd be getting my number whether she liked it or not.
"What are you all smiles about Freddie?"
"You see that girl up there Ken? I just met her, and already I'm extremely attracted. I promise you before this night is over, we'll be more than just acquaintances. She'll be coming back to the crib with me."
"Yeah, well i'll believe it when I see it."
"I'll be right back Ken."
"Where are you going now?
"
"I'm going to finish what I started."
------------------
[Darkness; no light to be seen, only words heard from a distance.]
“What are words spoken by a man that has given up? Just words you see. That’s all they are. When you open your mouth and say something, either being when you’re happy or sad. Burnt out or fresh. Or even depressed on the verge of insanity, they’re all just words.”
“Granted, words can be used to give you joy or sadness. But at the end of the day, they’re just words.”
“A man can sit down and talk for hours about how he loves God, how God is great, how God will save their souls. But then get up after all that talking, kill someone, and guess what? Everyone who was listening to his preaching would no longer care of what he spoke about, but the action he took.”
“Just because Freddie Styles has decided to say very little these past weeks, doesn’t mean he’s any less dangerous. It doesn’t mean that he’s afraid; it doesn’t even mean he’s given up. All that it means is that he doesn’t have to sit around for hours going on and on about worthless chit chat that no one will remember after he steps in between those wrestling ropes.”
“For all of you that thought Freddie Styles had given up, that he was slipping from his duties as one of the best young wrestlers in the world today…guess again. For Freddie Styles… you’ll all learn this real soon…actions speak louder than words.”
-Ronnie McNeil
When I was twelve years old, I got into a fight. The kid must've been at least fifteen, twice my size. He beat the piss out of me. Why mention this? It was a turning point in my life. The exact moment that I've pinpointed when I decided I wasn't ever going to get beaten up again. Eight years later, look at me.
The man looks up from the ground and his dark brown eyes pierce the camera. He has short, curly black hair that is even moreso from the sweat on his head. His face is clean shaven, save a little thin goatee. He is wearing no shirt, just a pair of gym shorts, Nike in brand, and a pair of running shoes. He is sitting on a lone wooden stool, his feet lightly resting on one of the pegs. The main thing other than the intensity in his eyes is his body. He lowers his head back to the floor
I have grown up to become more than I ever thought. I make more money than my father ever did; I'm more successful than my childhood friends ever dreamed. I've looked back at what I was back then, and I was scared. I was weak. I had never been in a fight, never wanted to. After that fateful day, I decided that I would not allow myself to be bullied like that. I began watching a sport that one day I would be a major part of. That sport saved me from obscurity, and took me to the places I find myself in now. A few months after that incident, I began training, allowing myself to transform into what you see before you.
Again, he raises his head, staring directly ahead, eyes not wavering a single bit
I worked my ass off to get where I am, despite what anybody may tell you. I have earned every perk and amenity that I now have with hard work, ambition, and dedication to my craft. I brought a new mindset to the game, and raised the ante for all of Redemption to see. I slipped and lost a couple matches...we all do. And now I've been gifted a match against the man holding the most important piece of gold in the company. A man who has every right to be upset of his match placement against a .500 wrestler. I can respect his frustration.
Even with that and how I've lost the last two shows, my goal is becoming more and more possible as I face down every man or woman that's put in my way. The champ...Matthew Shields. He has accomplished much during this time, a whole lot indeed, but the next chapter of it will end in defeat at the hands of a man who has hunger in his eyes. A man who craves victory, and will do anything to attain it. Glory, fame, legacy. Those are things that come with time, and success. I've earned my share of those, but it's not enough. It's never enough until I am recognized as the greatest man in this company. That too, will come with time. I have respect for you, Matthew, and for your skills. That's why I'm not going to run you down. I'm going to beat you, oh yes, because that’s what I need and want to do. Because climbing that ladder means I get one step closer to my ultimate goal.
Freddie reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wine black & mild. He opens the wrapper, reaches back into his pocket, producing a lighter in its place. He flicks the Bic and lights the cigar. He takes a deep drag and exhales
Ahh, the sweet taste of nicotine, one of my favorite vices. This smoke you see, Matthew, is symbolic though. It represents your hopes of winning this match. It represents what your title reign will look like when I finally get a real shot at you. Redemption has seen a small glimpse of what I am capable of, but you ain't seen nothin' yet. We all have setbacks & challenges that life sets in front of us that we must face. You’ve had a great run since you got here, but I am your setback, your roadblock. I am the challenge that has been put here to test you, to show you just how human you really are. You aren't wrestling royalty, you just think you are. I have been sent here to show you that you just can't cut it in the waters that I swim in. I don't have anything against you Matt, so don't take this as disrespect, although I'm sure you will. This is truth, plain and simple. Your little run has been on the back of pretenders, those who were past it, or those whom didn’t show you the respect you earned. That nobody has had the gall or the balls to step up to the plate against you. Well, here's your notice. Time to look in the mirror and see if you have what it takes to turn back this challenge. Find out if you can muster up the strength to tame this beast.
He takes a drag, the cherry on the cigar flaring as he inhales. A slow, deep exhale through his nostrils
See, the thing is, I don't think you can stop me, champ. I don't think you can measure up. Trust that the killer instinct you think I'm missing...Ima overdose you on it and then some, “champ”. Your cockiness is your own downfall, and that is how "good" will beat a champion at Glory. My name is Freddie Styles, learn it well, because it is the name you will hear being announced after the bell rings. Don't say you weren't warned, don't say you weren't prepared. Just say you were beaten by this "damn fine wrestler".
At Glory...two wrestlers are going to go toe to toe, and one of those two will have to stay down for three seconds solid to let the other be proclaimed the victor.
And like it or not, Matthew..."champ"...you won't have those three seconds.
He takes a final drag off his cigar and lets it fall from his hand to the floor. His left leg falls from the peg it rests on and he crushes the butt with his shoe. His eyes penetrate our souls one last time. He stands and walks off to his left, leaving just a wooden stool…
