Undertaker666 Posted October 21, 2006 Share Posted October 21, 2006 So there I was, dinner on my lap, staring in sheer disbelief at what I was seeing. "BB, look at that, just look!" I exclaimed, prodding my fork in the direction of the TV. There before my very eyes were two men, Chris Caulfield and Bryan Holmes, exchanging chair shots with neither willing to back down. "This ain't wrestlin, these guys today couldn't wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag" I said, expelling bits of Tater Tot from my mouth to the floor. "Don't talk with your mouth full, you're making a mess on the carpet" Beatrice calmy said. Oblivious to her words, I continued my rant. "What's the wrestling world coming to eh? You've got guys beating the holy hell outta each other with anything that comes to hand, guys with more muscles than brains and people dressing up as sea-creatures! It sure as hell isn't how it used to be..." "Yes dear" she sighed whilst rolling her eyes, obviously growing tired of having the same conversation everyday for years on end. I jumped up from my chair and spluttered "lrrrbbk!", almost choking on my beans. Eddie and Doug Peak had just interfered in the match and started to beat down Chris Caulfield. "They can't even have a one on one match anymore without someone interfering!". I looked down at the remains of my dinner scattered around the floor. Feeling burning eyes in the back of my head I looked at BB. She had a look of extreme annoyance and I could feel the fire starting to rage inside of her. "Errrr, i'll get my coat and i'll be back later hun, love ya..." I quickly said as I headed to the door. [I]Where shall I go?[/I] "O'Donnell's" I said to myself with a smile as I set off to the local Irish bar. Upon entering O'Donnell's I found a spare stool at the bar and sat down. Seamus, the owner, came over to me and asked "What'll yer have Terry?" with a pleasant Irish lilt in his voice. "Guinness for me please Seamus" I replied. As Seamus went over to the pump to pour my drink I scanned around the room, smiling and nodding at the regulars that I knew. Feeling happy that i'd left DAVE and it's annoyances at home on my TV, it was then that my eyes fell on the large screen at the end of the bar and I let out a groan. SWF Supreme TV was on with the current match being Lobster Warrior versus Angry Gilmore. "A frickin' lobster...." I muttered to myself under my breath. Luckily Seamus arrived with my Guinness and distracted me from the TV. We talked for hours about life, love, work and everything else we could think of. Seamus was a great listener and would always give me another perspective to look from. But inevitably the conversation got around to wrestling by the end of the night. [I]How many drinks have I had? 10? 15? 20? Damn, i've lost count[/I]. "Wreshlin' these days ishn't wreshlin'. Itsh shportsh enter... [I]*hic*[/I]... tainment". "And what's wrong with that? We all want to be enterained don't we?" queried Seamus, who was still completely sober despite matching me drink for drink. "Look at that guy earllllier, Lobshter Ninja [I]*hic*[/I] or whatever hish name is. He can wreshle sho why dressh up as a whale? What'sh that got to do wiv wreshlin'?" "He's dressed up as a lobster Terry" Seamus said with a wry smile. "Yesh, a lobshter, that'sh what I shaid. Wreshlin' these days is all shtories and gimmicksh, it was much better in my day". "So why don't you try it yerself? Start yer own promotion, you've got the money to do it and that way you could bring some old school wrestling back to the masses". Seamus grinned inanely while I stared back at him with a blank expression. [I]Why haven't I started my own promotion yet?[/I] "Seamush, you're a wonderful, wonderful man [I]*burp*[/I]. I will shtart my own promotion! Original, American, Profes... [I]*hic*[/I]... shional, Wreshlin', i'll show these young 'uns how it should be done!". I stood up, "I'll show you all!" I announced to the whole bar as I took a pen from the counter and wrote down OAPW on my hand. Seamus came from around the counter and started ushering me towards the door, "That's great news Terry but i've got to lock up now so it's time you were going". As I opened the door I was blasted in the face by the cold night air, my nose and cheeks burned a fiery red. I heard Seamus utter the words "What an eejit" from behind the door. [I]I'll show them[/I]. I stood at the gate to my front lawn, staring at the door to the house. [I]After the dinner fiasco earlier I come home late and drunk, she's going to castrate me! I'd better be extra quiet[/I]. I zig-zagged my way towards the door and put the key in the lock, one turn to the left and darkness overcame me... I opened my eyes to a brilliant white light. [I]Oh my god, i've died![/I] My fears were quickly dispelled by a paperboy hitting me square on the head with the daily newspaper. It was apparent that i'd fallen backwards in my drunken stupor and that I was lying down on my lawn. [I]My head's throbbing, how much Guinness did I drink?[/I] I began rubbing my head in the hope that it would somehow magically make the pain go away. It didn't work, but then I noticed something written on my hand, the letters 'OAPW'...... Coming soon: Original American Pro Wrestling - The New Era Of The Old Era begins.... Disclaimer: The views expressed by Terry Brewer are those of the individual and not of Undertaker666 :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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