Post by The Ox on Apr 14, 2011 22:22:39 GMT -6
Limitations... we all have them. For some that is hard to admit. Others use these limitations as motivations.. to push against them.. maybe even push them back...
When those limitations include things that were once beyond one's current abilities, thats the hardest to admit.. and the ones most people want to crash through.. so they can get back to where they once were even though that may be impossible.
Two months ago, The Ox returned to Reading PA. He had just called and let Dave Dangerously know he would be in the ICW's Insane Rumble. ANd then hours later jumped into a true workout for the first time in a long time. A workout that kicked his ass.
Now 60 days later... X Dude walks into the part of the basement of the EFWO headquarters that holds the training ring. The walk is slow.. the limp from his right foot even more pronounced then it was.
His appearence though has changed in the last 60 days. Most of the excess weight has fallen off his frame. When he stepped on the scale earlier that morning he was just a few pounds from the weight he normally wrestled at.
But it was that limp that has caused him to be concerned. As he pushed himself harder, the pain in the right foot increased. He thought as the excess weight came off it would ease the pain, but the opposite has been true. His expierience as an athlete has allowed him to work through the pain.. put it out of his mind as much as he can during his workouts.
But after his workouts the foot throbbed. More and more each day. The alcohol only drowned the pain so much each night... Now today.. the foot is staying swollen. He barely could force it into the wrestling boot he's wearing. But he soldiers on and climbs up the ring stairs and ducks under the top rope and into the ring.
He gets a feel of the ropes... bounces off them. The door opens and in walks four men. The Ox watches as they walk toward the ring. The man in front jumps up to the apron and springs into the ring. He and Ox walk toward each other and embrace.
The Ox: Hardcore Wickit! How the hell ya been man?
Wickit: Dude Ive been good. Man.. you got old.
The Ox: Pot... Kettle... Black!
The two men laugh. Wickit, a multitime EFWO Hardcore title holder and long time friend of Ox, is now runs a wrestling school.
Wickit: So coming out of retirement huh? What the hell are you thinking?
The Ox: Im thinking that a new generation of fans need to see what The Ox can do. Besides... I havent seen you produce any stars from that school of yours to fill in my abscense.
WIckit shrugs.
Wickit: Look what I have to work with
He points to the three men he arrived with.
Wickit: Fuckin MMA gets all the good talent now-a-days. I get these fucktards.
The camera shows the three men. The first a scrawy man that looks like we weighs less than 150 pounds soaking wet. The second in an average height older looking man. The third is a tall, dorky looking guy who kinda resembles frankenstein.
The Ox: Yeah.. they dont look like much. When I called you to bring over 3 students for me to spar with, I had hoped for a challenge.
Both men take a moment and look over the wrestling students still standing there waiting for some action.
Wickit: Well... I know they dont look like much. But they do have some skills. None of em are going to be the next Ric Flair, but they should at least give you a decent workout. Here let me introduce them to you.
Wickit points to the scrawny one.
Wickit: Come here!
The skinny man gets a smirk on his face and walks up the ring stairs. He gets in the ring and stands next to Wickit.
The Ox: God. He looks like some kinda meth addict.
Wickit: Well hes passed our piss tests. Anyway. Let me introduce you to Spike Porter.
Porter walks right up to Ox and stares him in the face. Ox stares back for a minute and then breaks into a chuckle.
The Ox: I see what he lacks in size he doesnt make up for in brains.
Wickit: Yeah.. But hes tough. Just ask him!
Spike Porter: Yeah. Im tougher than I look! Afterall.. I was in prison!
Ox looks at Wickit.
The Ox: That true?
Wickit: Yeah. Petty shit. Nothing big. But warning man. Dont perform a belly-to-back suplex. He likes that too much.
Ox takes a step back.
The Ox: O... K... Who else you got?
Wickit points to the old guy.
Wickit: You! Get in here.
The old guy climbs the stairs. A bone in his back cracks.
The Ox: You been robbing the old folks home to fill your classes man?
Wickit: Ha. no. This guy is a former marine. Says he can still kick the asses of these younger whippersnappers. Thats an exact quote.
The man comes up to Wickit and X Dude and looks at em.
Cranky Black: If you guys were talking about me, can you speak into my good ear please? I didnt hear a word you said.
Ox looks at wicket in a way that says "you have got to be kidding me" Then he verbalizes it.
The Ox: You have got to be kidding me.
Wickit: Listen. Hes tougher than he looks. ANd look at the bright side. If you hurt him, im pretty sure Medicare will cover 80 percent of his hospital stay.
Ox rolls his eyes.
The Ox: This is why the EFWO is dead.
Wickit: Chill man.. I think the guy is still younger than The One True Warrior.
Ox smirks at his friends comment.
The Ox: Please tell me the last guy has something.
Without saying a word, Wickit motions for the last guy to get in the ring.
The tall guy lumbers in the ring and stands next to the others.
Wickit: This is... The Crevice.
The Ox: The Crevice? What the hell kind of name is that?
Wickit: Well... hes named after his most distinguishing feature. But we really couldnt call him the Big Asscrack. So we came up with the crevice.
The Ox: His best feature is his asscrack?
Wickit: I didnt say best. I said distinguishable. Yo Crevice. Turn around.
Crevice turns around and his wrestling tights reveal what might possibly be the worlds largest butt crack.
The Ox: Turning his head away Dude.. I totally didnt need to see that.
Wickit: I had to stop training midgets... Lost two of em one week in that crack.
Ox shakes his head.
The Ox: This is the best you could do? These are the best trainees you could bring here?
Wickit: Since EFWO folded the popularity of wrestling has taken a nosedive.. so now we are scraping the bottom of the barrel.
The Ox: Yeah I guess so.
Wickit: Anyway. Have at em. Im gonna go get some lunch. I know they arent Tommy Jacobs, Phil Flate and Sanctum Nocturna... but i think you will get a decent workout from em.
Wickit leaves the ring. Ox looks over the three men standing in the ring. He shakes his head again and then starts barking orders
The Ox: This is how this is going to work. First Im going to take you each one by one. If I knock one of you down, then the next one jumps in. We keep doing that until I give the order for all three of you to come at me at once. You jobbers understand?!
The three all mumble yes in various ways. Ox goes over to the ring apron and hits a switch which
activates music in the gym. Ox points to Spike and he locks up with him as the other two go to a corner as Fort Minor's "Remember the Name" starts to blare.
Ox gets the advantage and whips Porter to the ropes. He waits for him to come off, and grabs him in a hip toss, sending him across the ring. Black goes running at Ox. Ox moves to the side and drops him with a lariat. Crevice charges Ox. Ox locks up with him, drops to a knee and takes him to the mat with a firemans carry.
The Ox: Cmon!
For the next ten minutes, Ox takes on the three men. Taking each down to the mat as another pounces. Finally, as he finishes a backbreaker on Crevice, he holds up 3 fingers to signal the three on one attack. All 3 men charge at once. Spike jumps on Ox's back as Crevice and Black head toward him. Ox stumbles backwards smashing Spike into the turnbuckle. Crevice hits a dropkick right to Ox's face. Ox crumbles. Black picks him up and whips him across the ring. Ox bounces off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Crevice. He bounces off the otherside and hits a crossbody block. Porter grabs Ox by the hair and pulls him back to his feet.
Porter: Not such a tough guy are you.
Ox throws his head back and then forward again, headbutting the ex-convict and making him stagger backwards. None of the men hear the door to the gym open.
In walks one of the least attractive women who have ever walked the face of the Earth. The amount of chins on her face could gang up and probably win a tag team title somewhere by themselves. Outside the building, a bulldog is looking in a mirror with renewed self esteem after seeing this woman walk by. The woman whistles to get the attention of the men in the ring.
Woman: Cranky! Cranky Black!
The action in the ring stops as everyone looks around to see where the voice is coming from. Then everyone looks at the man whom she is calling.
Cranky Black: LuAnn! What are you doing here?
The woman looks indignant.
LuAnn: What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? I told you to give up this ridiculas wrestling stuff. Now get your behind out of that ring and come home so you can give momma some lovin.
The Ox watches this and isnt sure if he should laugh or yell. This woman has interupted his workout. But he has to laugh at the poor Cranky Black.
Cranky Black: But LuAnn.
LuAnn: No buts! Besides getting your cute one down here. NOW.
Cranky looks at the other men in the ring. Then he looks at The Ox. He puts his head down and slowly walks from the ring. He and LuAnn head toward the exit.
LuAnn: Lets get you home and you can make me something to eat. And then you and I can spend some quality time together.
Cranky Black: I think Im coming down with a migraine.
LuAnn: Oh no. You have used that excuse too much lately. I saw you in that ring using your fists.. now its time you..
Cranky Black: DONT EVEN SAY IT.
The two exit the gym. Inside the ring, the break has caused The Ox's right foot has stiffened and is starting to throb. He limps around a bit trying to get it to loosen up. He tries to block out the pain.
The song changes and Ox motions to the other two men to come at him. As Til I Collapse by Eminem booms, Ox fights a 2 on 1.
The two men work together and send Ox to the ropes. He comes off and ducks a double clothesline. He bounces off the other side and runs into a savate kick from Crevice.
Crevice, having noticed the limp, starts going after Ox's foot. While Ox fights off Spike Porter, Crevice comes from behind and brings Ox down with a drop toe hold. The large man applies pressure to the foot and ankle and Ox grimaces in obvious pain.
The Ox: AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH
Ox powers out with sheer willpower. Spike comes at him and Ox nails the Xcellence of Oxycution. Spike is out cold. Its now one on one with Crevice.
The Ox: Cmon you frankenstein looking mother fucker. Lets see what you got. And for fucks sake, pull up your damn pants.
Ox and Crevice lock up. Ox forces him back toward the ropes. Crevice reverses the lockup and sweeps Ox's leg causing him to fall. He tries to hop back up but the ankle gives way and he crumbles to the mat. The jobber grabs the leg and quickly applies an ankle lock. Pain shoots through The Ox's body. He grits his teeth and reaches deep down to find some strength. With his other foot he kicks Crevice in the head causing a break in the hold.
Ox grabs the ropes and uses them to stand. Crevice is up too. Ox balances on one foot. Crevice comes at him. Ox nails him in the face with a closed fist. Crevice, now off balance, takes a step back. Ox brings him down with a clothesline.
Still hobbling, he grabs Crevice's hair and pulls him to a standing position. Ox puts his opponents head under his arm and nails the man with a DDT. He covers the man as if going for a pin but crevice kicks out.
Ox rolls and gets to his feet. He tries to balance. Crevice, still on his knees, grabs Ox's foot and takes him down to the mat. Keeping pressure on his foot, he drags Ox to the ring post, and smashes the foot against the metal. Ox yells in pain. Crevice grabs the legs and quickly applies a sloppy but effective figure four leglock.
The pain seering in his right foot. His whole body feeling like it is going to explode. Ox tries to get out of the hold. Finally he taps the mat... the pain finally winning out. Crevice breaks the hold and Ox lays on the mat. He just stares at the lights.
The Ox: I just tapped out to the worlds largest ass crack... and one of the worlds worst wrestlers.
The thoughts swirl through his mind. The rumble just 3 months away. How is he going to win when he couldnt beat 2 jobbers.
The Ox: This damn foot.
He didnt want to admit it. But he has a weakness. One that he needs to address if he is to reach his goals.
Crevice offers Ox a hand. Ox doesnt take it.
The Ox: Get the fuck out of my gym and take the scrawny bastard over there with you. NOW
Crevice grabs Spike Porter and leaves the ring.. the scene fades as Ox just stares at the lights pondering what his next move needs to be.
When those limitations include things that were once beyond one's current abilities, thats the hardest to admit.. and the ones most people want to crash through.. so they can get back to where they once were even though that may be impossible.
3 Months ago
Two months ago, The Ox returned to Reading PA. He had just called and let Dave Dangerously know he would be in the ICW's Insane Rumble. ANd then hours later jumped into a true workout for the first time in a long time. A workout that kicked his ass.
Now 60 days later... X Dude walks into the part of the basement of the EFWO headquarters that holds the training ring. The walk is slow.. the limp from his right foot even more pronounced then it was.
His appearence though has changed in the last 60 days. Most of the excess weight has fallen off his frame. When he stepped on the scale earlier that morning he was just a few pounds from the weight he normally wrestled at.
But it was that limp that has caused him to be concerned. As he pushed himself harder, the pain in the right foot increased. He thought as the excess weight came off it would ease the pain, but the opposite has been true. His expierience as an athlete has allowed him to work through the pain.. put it out of his mind as much as he can during his workouts.
But after his workouts the foot throbbed. More and more each day. The alcohol only drowned the pain so much each night... Now today.. the foot is staying swollen. He barely could force it into the wrestling boot he's wearing. But he soldiers on and climbs up the ring stairs and ducks under the top rope and into the ring.
He gets a feel of the ropes... bounces off them. The door opens and in walks four men. The Ox watches as they walk toward the ring. The man in front jumps up to the apron and springs into the ring. He and Ox walk toward each other and embrace.
The Ox: Hardcore Wickit! How the hell ya been man?
Wickit: Dude Ive been good. Man.. you got old.
The Ox: Pot... Kettle... Black!
The two men laugh. Wickit, a multitime EFWO Hardcore title holder and long time friend of Ox, is now runs a wrestling school.
Wickit: So coming out of retirement huh? What the hell are you thinking?
The Ox: Im thinking that a new generation of fans need to see what The Ox can do. Besides... I havent seen you produce any stars from that school of yours to fill in my abscense.
WIckit shrugs.
Wickit: Look what I have to work with
He points to the three men he arrived with.
Wickit: Fuckin MMA gets all the good talent now-a-days. I get these fucktards.
The camera shows the three men. The first a scrawy man that looks like we weighs less than 150 pounds soaking wet. The second in an average height older looking man. The third is a tall, dorky looking guy who kinda resembles frankenstein.
The Ox: Yeah.. they dont look like much. When I called you to bring over 3 students for me to spar with, I had hoped for a challenge.
Both men take a moment and look over the wrestling students still standing there waiting for some action.
Wickit: Well... I know they dont look like much. But they do have some skills. None of em are going to be the next Ric Flair, but they should at least give you a decent workout. Here let me introduce them to you.
Wickit points to the scrawny one.
Wickit: Come here!
The skinny man gets a smirk on his face and walks up the ring stairs. He gets in the ring and stands next to Wickit.
The Ox: God. He looks like some kinda meth addict.
Wickit: Well hes passed our piss tests. Anyway. Let me introduce you to Spike Porter.
Porter walks right up to Ox and stares him in the face. Ox stares back for a minute and then breaks into a chuckle.
The Ox: I see what he lacks in size he doesnt make up for in brains.
Wickit: Yeah.. But hes tough. Just ask him!
Spike Porter: Yeah. Im tougher than I look! Afterall.. I was in prison!
Ox looks at Wickit.
The Ox: That true?
Wickit: Yeah. Petty shit. Nothing big. But warning man. Dont perform a belly-to-back suplex. He likes that too much.
Ox takes a step back.
The Ox: O... K... Who else you got?
Wickit points to the old guy.
Wickit: You! Get in here.
The old guy climbs the stairs. A bone in his back cracks.
The Ox: You been robbing the old folks home to fill your classes man?
Wickit: Ha. no. This guy is a former marine. Says he can still kick the asses of these younger whippersnappers. Thats an exact quote.
The man comes up to Wickit and X Dude and looks at em.
Cranky Black: If you guys were talking about me, can you speak into my good ear please? I didnt hear a word you said.
Ox looks at wicket in a way that says "you have got to be kidding me" Then he verbalizes it.
The Ox: You have got to be kidding me.
Wickit: Listen. Hes tougher than he looks. ANd look at the bright side. If you hurt him, im pretty sure Medicare will cover 80 percent of his hospital stay.
Ox rolls his eyes.
The Ox: This is why the EFWO is dead.
Wickit: Chill man.. I think the guy is still younger than The One True Warrior.
Ox smirks at his friends comment.
The Ox: Please tell me the last guy has something.
Without saying a word, Wickit motions for the last guy to get in the ring.
The tall guy lumbers in the ring and stands next to the others.
Wickit: This is... The Crevice.
The Ox: The Crevice? What the hell kind of name is that?
Wickit: Well... hes named after his most distinguishing feature. But we really couldnt call him the Big Asscrack. So we came up with the crevice.
The Ox: His best feature is his asscrack?
Wickit: I didnt say best. I said distinguishable. Yo Crevice. Turn around.
Crevice turns around and his wrestling tights reveal what might possibly be the worlds largest butt crack.
The Ox: Turning his head away Dude.. I totally didnt need to see that.
Wickit: I had to stop training midgets... Lost two of em one week in that crack.
Ox shakes his head.
The Ox: This is the best you could do? These are the best trainees you could bring here?
Wickit: Since EFWO folded the popularity of wrestling has taken a nosedive.. so now we are scraping the bottom of the barrel.
The Ox: Yeah I guess so.
Wickit: Anyway. Have at em. Im gonna go get some lunch. I know they arent Tommy Jacobs, Phil Flate and Sanctum Nocturna... but i think you will get a decent workout from em.
Wickit leaves the ring. Ox looks over the three men standing in the ring. He shakes his head again and then starts barking orders
The Ox: This is how this is going to work. First Im going to take you each one by one. If I knock one of you down, then the next one jumps in. We keep doing that until I give the order for all three of you to come at me at once. You jobbers understand?!
The three all mumble yes in various ways. Ox goes over to the ring apron and hits a switch which
activates music in the gym. Ox points to Spike and he locks up with him as the other two go to a corner as Fort Minor's "Remember the Name" starts to blare.
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Ox gets the advantage and whips Porter to the ropes. He waits for him to come off, and grabs him in a hip toss, sending him across the ring. Black goes running at Ox. Ox moves to the side and drops him with a lariat. Crevice charges Ox. Ox locks up with him, drops to a knee and takes him to the mat with a firemans carry.
The Ox: Cmon!
For the next ten minutes, Ox takes on the three men. Taking each down to the mat as another pounces. Finally, as he finishes a backbreaker on Crevice, he holds up 3 fingers to signal the three on one attack. All 3 men charge at once. Spike jumps on Ox's back as Crevice and Black head toward him. Ox stumbles backwards smashing Spike into the turnbuckle. Crevice hits a dropkick right to Ox's face. Ox crumbles. Black picks him up and whips him across the ring. Ox bounces off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline attempt from Crevice. He bounces off the otherside and hits a crossbody block. Porter grabs Ox by the hair and pulls him back to his feet.
Porter: Not such a tough guy are you.
Ox throws his head back and then forward again, headbutting the ex-convict and making him stagger backwards. None of the men hear the door to the gym open.
In walks one of the least attractive women who have ever walked the face of the Earth. The amount of chins on her face could gang up and probably win a tag team title somewhere by themselves. Outside the building, a bulldog is looking in a mirror with renewed self esteem after seeing this woman walk by. The woman whistles to get the attention of the men in the ring.
Woman: Cranky! Cranky Black!
The action in the ring stops as everyone looks around to see where the voice is coming from. Then everyone looks at the man whom she is calling.
Cranky Black: LuAnn! What are you doing here?
The woman looks indignant.
LuAnn: What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? I told you to give up this ridiculas wrestling stuff. Now get your behind out of that ring and come home so you can give momma some lovin.
The Ox watches this and isnt sure if he should laugh or yell. This woman has interupted his workout. But he has to laugh at the poor Cranky Black.
Cranky Black: But LuAnn.
LuAnn: No buts! Besides getting your cute one down here. NOW.
Cranky looks at the other men in the ring. Then he looks at The Ox. He puts his head down and slowly walks from the ring. He and LuAnn head toward the exit.
LuAnn: Lets get you home and you can make me something to eat. And then you and I can spend some quality time together.
Cranky Black: I think Im coming down with a migraine.
LuAnn: Oh no. You have used that excuse too much lately. I saw you in that ring using your fists.. now its time you..
Cranky Black: DONT EVEN SAY IT.
The two exit the gym. Inside the ring, the break has caused The Ox's right foot has stiffened and is starting to throb. He limps around a bit trying to get it to loosen up. He tries to block out the pain.
The song changes and Ox motions to the other two men to come at him. As Til I Collapse by Eminem booms, Ox fights a 2 on 1.
'Cause sometimes you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
The two men work together and send Ox to the ropes. He comes off and ducks a double clothesline. He bounces off the other side and runs into a savate kick from Crevice.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Crevice, having noticed the limp, starts going after Ox's foot. While Ox fights off Spike Porter, Crevice comes from behind and brings Ox down with a drop toe hold. The large man applies pressure to the foot and ankle and Ox grimaces in obvious pain.
The Ox: AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH
Ox powers out with sheer willpower. Spike comes at him and Ox nails the Xcellence of Oxycution. Spike is out cold. Its now one on one with Crevice.
The Ox: Cmon you frankenstein looking mother fucker. Lets see what you got. And for fucks sake, pull up your damn pants.
Ox and Crevice lock up. Ox forces him back toward the ropes. Crevice reverses the lockup and sweeps Ox's leg causing him to fall. He tries to hop back up but the ankle gives way and he crumbles to the mat. The jobber grabs the leg and quickly applies an ankle lock. Pain shoots through The Ox's body. He grits his teeth and reaches deep down to find some strength. With his other foot he kicks Crevice in the head causing a break in the hold.
Ox grabs the ropes and uses them to stand. Crevice is up too. Ox balances on one foot. Crevice comes at him. Ox nails him in the face with a closed fist. Crevice, now off balance, takes a step back. Ox brings him down with a clothesline.
Still hobbling, he grabs Crevice's hair and pulls him to a standing position. Ox puts his opponents head under his arm and nails the man with a DDT. He covers the man as if going for a pin but crevice kicks out.
Ox rolls and gets to his feet. He tries to balance. Crevice, still on his knees, grabs Ox's foot and takes him down to the mat. Keeping pressure on his foot, he drags Ox to the ring post, and smashes the foot against the metal. Ox yells in pain. Crevice grabs the legs and quickly applies a sloppy but effective figure four leglock.
The pain seering in his right foot. His whole body feeling like it is going to explode. Ox tries to get out of the hold. Finally he taps the mat... the pain finally winning out. Crevice breaks the hold and Ox lays on the mat. He just stares at the lights.
The Ox: I just tapped out to the worlds largest ass crack... and one of the worlds worst wrestlers.
The thoughts swirl through his mind. The rumble just 3 months away. How is he going to win when he couldnt beat 2 jobbers.
The Ox: This damn foot.
He didnt want to admit it. But he has a weakness. One that he needs to address if he is to reach his goals.
Crevice offers Ox a hand. Ox doesnt take it.
The Ox: Get the fuck out of my gym and take the scrawny bastard over there with you. NOW
Crevice grabs Spike Porter and leaves the ring.. the scene fades as Ox just stares at the lights pondering what his next move needs to be.