Go with the flow...
Jun 11, 2019 14:20:31 GMT -6
Kyle Gautier, Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton, and 1 more like this
Post by Superstar David G. on Jun 11, 2019 14:20:31 GMT -6
Keil, Germany
June 9th 2019
The 50th episode of PRIME was a true showcase of the brand. A loaded card that could easily rival most other independent companies pay per views, but for EWC’s indy brand, it’s just another Sunday night. The crowd in the arena, while smaller than some of the other brands, is just as if not even more rabid. The air has an almost palpable electricity too it. Everyone is on edge and the show thus far hasn’t disappointed. It’s been a roller coaster ride of emotions throughout the night, and while David hasn’t had much vested interested up too this point, save a small attention paid to the Rivers match, but a small obsession he’s mostly moved on from. The lights go dark and it’s getting time for the main event, and the real reason we’re all here. The beer has been poured, spilled, poured again, DOG has had a pretty good time, nearby fellow Kilt Bro Kyle Gauthier has been enjoying the show in his own way. The nearby fans have been a joy to be around, even though more of them were here for the DOG and the Sash Man.
Everyone jumps to their feet as Vanita makes her way out. DOG jumps and cheers, beer spraying about. High fives with Kyle and then big gulps of beer. He looks back as she makes her way into the ring, and can’t help but admire her beauty. It’s not just a physical thing, although that certainly doesn’t help, but it runs deeper than that. She’s, in many ways, very much like someone who stole his heart many years ago, God rest her soul. David couldn’t quite put his finger on it, although he knew it helped to pull some old heart strings. Nevertheless the woman climbing into the ring was both beautiful, in appearance and personality, and talented beyond belief. After all, main eventing for the EWC Television Championship is no small feat.
The match started with a bang, what a KICK! Everyone in Kilt Bro Row here launched to their feet. High fives, fist bumps, beer cheers, frantic screaming, cheering, Irish singing, and other general merriment. DOG was beaming, I mean what a kick. Straight off, she came across the ring like a wildfire, just exploding with confidence and determination. He was as stunned as everyone in the arena, and elated as all the others cheering for her, well, more so. But he was also just struck, bam like lightning. He couldn’t remove his eyes from her. Every move, he watched on studiously. Not just her wrestling, not just how she moved, but almost how she thought, how she problem solved, he took her in, as much as he could.
The match continued on, it was brutal, violent. It ebbed and flowed, and although her efforts were valiant, and she trudged on without an ounce of quit, the tide turned and the Television championship slipped further and further from her grasp. The end result was defeat, but with every high spot, every kick out, every time she peeled herself from the canvas to keep on fighting, DOG cheered, every one cheer. Kyle cheered. Kilt Row lived and died with the match like a bunch of star struck fans, most of them were, and I can’t stress this enough, most there for DOG.
The event had ended, the Kilt Bro’s stayed long after to take photos with fans and sign whatever they had available. A few more cheers with a few more beers and the two of three Kilt Bros parted ways, back to their own hotel rooms. It was a silent ride in the elevator and walk back to his hotel room. David flipped on the lights upon entering, and tossed off his navy sports jacket, just the white v-neck underneath. He pulled his Iphone from his jeans pocket as he walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a chilled sparking water. He took a satisfyingly refreshing sip and scrolled through notifications on his phone. Congratulating victors, others silent in defeat. He scrolled and scrolled as he sat down on the bed, and then he came across hers. Humble and grateful in defeat, yet every vigilant that she would succeed. Unable to sleep after the beating, and with the size difference and impact she had taken, who could blame her. DOG tweeted back something semi-sarcastic and funny, anything to get a smile. Then the text messages came. He smirked and darkened the screen putting it back in his pocket as he grabbed and ice bucket off the counter and headed out into the hall.
He filled the bucket full from the ice machine and then got on the elevator to another floor. Watching the digital floor number on the inside of the elevator slowing change as he transitioned floors allowed David to let out a long breath. He craned his neck and clutched the ice bucket to his chest, just watching the floor counter. This is nothing special he thought to himself, just bringing a friend some ice. She took a hell of a beating, and while toughness certainly isn’t in short supply anyone would be feeling it once that initial rush of adrenaline had subsided. A ding, brings him back to reality as the doors open and his body steps off onto the floor, whether his conscious mind was ready for it or not. David made his way to the correct door and hesitate for a moment. Took a breath and knocked softly. A few moments of waiting felt like someone had hit the pause button on the Universes remote, and then the door opened with Vanita behind it…
Brussels, Belgium
June 11th, 2019
0500
Beep… Beep… Beep…
A half asleep and disgruntled DOG rolls over in bed and slams his fist down on the hotel alarm clock. It read 0500 before it got bounced off the end table, crashing to the floor and bringing DOG fully out of slumber. He sat bolt upright, hair and beard disheveled, eyes sleepily half open to the dark world around him.
“I should’ve stayed retired.”
He mutters angrily as he throws off the comforter and sheets, stepping out of bed. He shuffles quickly to the bathroom, which makes him shiver as his bare feet meet the cold tile, shocking him into full consciousness. He sloppily rips open a new coffee bag and begins the process of brewing while simultaneously turning on the shower. He shuffles back to the bedside to retrieve his phone from the charger and then back to the bathroom, I suppose it would do good to make note at this point, the entire process had been in the nude, so you know, now that the scene is fully framed for you. The Rolling Stones ‘Beast of Burden’ fills the hotel room as steam begins to come from the shower, DOG singing and dancing from inside it…
Brussels, Belgium
June 11th, 2019
1000
The cab comes to a sudden halt in the pick up and departures lane of the airport. DOG, nearly spilling his coffee from the sudden stop shoots a nasty look to the half insane cab driver with whom the language barrier between the two had been… wide. DOG steps out of the cab and makes his way into the airport. Wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, sport jacket and over coat to stave off some of the chill and rain of the current weather, with a warm half drank coffee in hand, DOG made his way to the correct terminal, or one he hoped was correct rather, receiving the flight from Denver, USA. It had been a whirlwind since Germany, DOG got on a plane early the next morning and went back on the Rampage circuit here to Brussels, and right back into the gym to get ready for his brand debut, which was actually the easy job, he didn’t have to go bury a loved one halfway across the world and come back, but the fact that she would told a lot about how she felt about him, or how dedicated she was to the busy, guess you could split it either way. Either way, there hadn’t been much time for talk, this would be the first chance they’d really gotten. Butterflies, to say the least. Everything about EWC lately had been just straight nerves, how apropo. DOG took a sip of his coffee, making his way to the terminal. Things had just happened for him since he signed that EWC contract. Sure, Hardcore Revolution didn’t bear fruit, but who could’ve really expected that. However, meeting up with Kyle and Cyrus gave him a bit of fanfare, a bit of an identity here in the world's largest wrestling company, the kind of exposure money couldn’t buy really. Kilt Bro’s was everywhere having to do with EWC, spreading like wildfire. He’s surprised shirts hadn’t been made by now. Of course, nothing was official, no one was teaming up, just three talented guys having fun, but then again, sometimes that’s how gold is struck. Only time will really tell. Nevertheless, that lead to this. Next thing DOG knows, some gorgeous, half dressed, tattooed, badass female wrestler is taking an interest in his shenanigans. Whatever caught her eye, it had lead to this point. Waiting for the arrival in Brussels. Wondering what would happen next. All David knew, is he would do what he’s always done.
Go with the flow.
June 9th 2019
The 50th episode of PRIME was a true showcase of the brand. A loaded card that could easily rival most other independent companies pay per views, but for EWC’s indy brand, it’s just another Sunday night. The crowd in the arena, while smaller than some of the other brands, is just as if not even more rabid. The air has an almost palpable electricity too it. Everyone is on edge and the show thus far hasn’t disappointed. It’s been a roller coaster ride of emotions throughout the night, and while David hasn’t had much vested interested up too this point, save a small attention paid to the Rivers match, but a small obsession he’s mostly moved on from. The lights go dark and it’s getting time for the main event, and the real reason we’re all here. The beer has been poured, spilled, poured again, DOG has had a pretty good time, nearby fellow Kilt Bro Kyle Gauthier has been enjoying the show in his own way. The nearby fans have been a joy to be around, even though more of them were here for the DOG and the Sash Man.
Everyone jumps to their feet as Vanita makes her way out. DOG jumps and cheers, beer spraying about. High fives with Kyle and then big gulps of beer. He looks back as she makes her way into the ring, and can’t help but admire her beauty. It’s not just a physical thing, although that certainly doesn’t help, but it runs deeper than that. She’s, in many ways, very much like someone who stole his heart many years ago, God rest her soul. David couldn’t quite put his finger on it, although he knew it helped to pull some old heart strings. Nevertheless the woman climbing into the ring was both beautiful, in appearance and personality, and talented beyond belief. After all, main eventing for the EWC Television Championship is no small feat.
The moment the bell rings and even before the crowd here in Sparkassen-Arena are even able to sit down after the bell rings for the third time, Vanita Thompson charges across the ring at full speed and leaps into the air catching an unsuspecting Jordan Freaking Sharpe flush in the face with a spinning heel kick!! The smack of her boot echoes across the arena as the champion’s eyes roll into the back of his head immediately falling back to the mat in the process. Vanita hooks the leg of the much larger Sharpe and the referee dives in, caught off guard by the move too, and slaps the canvas
The match started with a bang, what a KICK! Everyone in Kilt Bro Row here launched to their feet. High fives, fist bumps, beer cheers, frantic screaming, cheering, Irish singing, and other general merriment. DOG was beaming, I mean what a kick. Straight off, she came across the ring like a wildfire, just exploding with confidence and determination. He was as stunned as everyone in the arena, and elated as all the others cheering for her, well, more so. But he was also just struck, bam like lightning. He couldn’t remove his eyes from her. Every move, he watched on studiously. Not just her wrestling, not just how she moved, but almost how she thought, how she problem solved, he took her in, as much as he could.
Sharpe powers out of the rollup attempt and gets right back up to his feet about as fast as possible, Vanita is caught off guard by this and Sharpe hits her in the midsection with his boot. He lifts her high overhead once again looking for a powerbomb to connect with, but Vanita is able to fight it with a number of punches to his face. It looks as if she is going to be able to prevent from being bombed again in the ring as the Television Champion staggers around, however, things get bad for Vanita as Sharpe stumbles towards the ring ropes and the two tumble over the top ropes and to the floor below!! The crowd all stands on their feet thinking they just witnessed someone possibly dying.
The match continued on, it was brutal, violent. It ebbed and flowed, and although her efforts were valiant, and she trudged on without an ounce of quit, the tide turned and the Television championship slipped further and further from her grasp. The end result was defeat, but with every high spot, every kick out, every time she peeled herself from the canvas to keep on fighting, DOG cheered, every one cheer. Kyle cheered. Kilt Row lived and died with the match like a bunch of star struck fans, most of them were, and I can’t stress this enough, most there for DOG.
The event had ended, the Kilt Bro’s stayed long after to take photos with fans and sign whatever they had available. A few more cheers with a few more beers and the two of three Kilt Bros parted ways, back to their own hotel rooms. It was a silent ride in the elevator and walk back to his hotel room. David flipped on the lights upon entering, and tossed off his navy sports jacket, just the white v-neck underneath. He pulled his Iphone from his jeans pocket as he walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a chilled sparking water. He took a satisfyingly refreshing sip and scrolled through notifications on his phone. Congratulating victors, others silent in defeat. He scrolled and scrolled as he sat down on the bed, and then he came across hers. Humble and grateful in defeat, yet every vigilant that she would succeed. Unable to sleep after the beating, and with the size difference and impact she had taken, who could blame her. DOG tweeted back something semi-sarcastic and funny, anything to get a smile. Then the text messages came. He smirked and darkened the screen putting it back in his pocket as he grabbed and ice bucket off the counter and headed out into the hall.
He filled the bucket full from the ice machine and then got on the elevator to another floor. Watching the digital floor number on the inside of the elevator slowing change as he transitioned floors allowed David to let out a long breath. He craned his neck and clutched the ice bucket to his chest, just watching the floor counter. This is nothing special he thought to himself, just bringing a friend some ice. She took a hell of a beating, and while toughness certainly isn’t in short supply anyone would be feeling it once that initial rush of adrenaline had subsided. A ding, brings him back to reality as the doors open and his body steps off onto the floor, whether his conscious mind was ready for it or not. David made his way to the correct door and hesitate for a moment. Took a breath and knocked softly. A few moments of waiting felt like someone had hit the pause button on the Universes remote, and then the door opened with Vanita behind it…
Brussels, Belgium
June 11th, 2019
0500
Beep… Beep… Beep…
A half asleep and disgruntled DOG rolls over in bed and slams his fist down on the hotel alarm clock. It read 0500 before it got bounced off the end table, crashing to the floor and bringing DOG fully out of slumber. He sat bolt upright, hair and beard disheveled, eyes sleepily half open to the dark world around him.
“I should’ve stayed retired.”
He mutters angrily as he throws off the comforter and sheets, stepping out of bed. He shuffles quickly to the bathroom, which makes him shiver as his bare feet meet the cold tile, shocking him into full consciousness. He sloppily rips open a new coffee bag and begins the process of brewing while simultaneously turning on the shower. He shuffles back to the bedside to retrieve his phone from the charger and then back to the bathroom, I suppose it would do good to make note at this point, the entire process had been in the nude, so you know, now that the scene is fully framed for you. The Rolling Stones ‘Beast of Burden’ fills the hotel room as steam begins to come from the shower, DOG singing and dancing from inside it…
Brussels, Belgium
June 11th, 2019
1000
The cab comes to a sudden halt in the pick up and departures lane of the airport. DOG, nearly spilling his coffee from the sudden stop shoots a nasty look to the half insane cab driver with whom the language barrier between the two had been… wide. DOG steps out of the cab and makes his way into the airport. Wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, sport jacket and over coat to stave off some of the chill and rain of the current weather, with a warm half drank coffee in hand, DOG made his way to the correct terminal, or one he hoped was correct rather, receiving the flight from Denver, USA. It had been a whirlwind since Germany, DOG got on a plane early the next morning and went back on the Rampage circuit here to Brussels, and right back into the gym to get ready for his brand debut, which was actually the easy job, he didn’t have to go bury a loved one halfway across the world and come back, but the fact that she would told a lot about how she felt about him, or how dedicated she was to the busy, guess you could split it either way. Either way, there hadn’t been much time for talk, this would be the first chance they’d really gotten. Butterflies, to say the least. Everything about EWC lately had been just straight nerves, how apropo. DOG took a sip of his coffee, making his way to the terminal. Things had just happened for him since he signed that EWC contract. Sure, Hardcore Revolution didn’t bear fruit, but who could’ve really expected that. However, meeting up with Kyle and Cyrus gave him a bit of fanfare, a bit of an identity here in the world's largest wrestling company, the kind of exposure money couldn’t buy really. Kilt Bro’s was everywhere having to do with EWC, spreading like wildfire. He’s surprised shirts hadn’t been made by now. Of course, nothing was official, no one was teaming up, just three talented guys having fun, but then again, sometimes that’s how gold is struck. Only time will really tell. Nevertheless, that lead to this. Next thing DOG knows, some gorgeous, half dressed, tattooed, badass female wrestler is taking an interest in his shenanigans. Whatever caught her eye, it had lead to this point. Waiting for the arrival in Brussels. Wondering what would happen next. All David knew, is he would do what he’s always done.
Go with the flow.