| No Sleep Til Buffalo; Fight Night vs. NOTHING | |
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| Martin Robertson | May 8 2016, 12:12 AM Post #1 |
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Longest reigning EWA Network Champion in history!
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The Youth Tour Bus Tuesday, May 3, 1:31 AM Martin had never been one for sleep. It’s something that he picked up early on in high school. Between practices that either started extremely early in the morning or didn’t get over until most high school kids were already in bed resting for the next day, he had grown accustomed to being up late at night. And most of the time, it wasn’t too much of a problem with the Youth. Whether they were partying late into the night, or not wrapping up the day’s events until late, the days were never long enough. Of course, since the Youth was the hottest thing in the wrestling world, the EWA had them running around everywhere - probably just another ploy by the Draven’s to wear the Youth down and give Michael one more advantage. And for the most part, just like any other Michael Draven plot, it backfired… … except that they’ve started to not backfire. It didn’t backfire last week when Chris got screwed out of the EWA World Heavyweight title, losing to Laura Seton. And tonight… Nobody expected tonight. Not Martin, not Alex, not Chris, not Tyler… Nobody. Sure, the Youth were able to right one wrong, and get the World Heavyweight Title around the waist of Chris Ka… BZZZZZZZZZT Martin was on the couch in the living area of the bus, closed off from the rest of the members of the Youth. They all headed straight to their respective bunks as soon as they got on the bus. Except for Martin. Martin couldn’t sleep. Especially after tonight. Not because of the loss. Martin had lost before; he could handle a loss. See the example of Martin losing to Joe Lemon his first night in an EWA ring, and how he’s turned that into being the longest-reigning EWA Network Champion in history. But him. T.C. Bay: Coming to the ring first, he is the challenger in tonight's main event! He weighs in tonight at 257 pounds.. Representing the Ghetto Warriors, here is Grady Smith!! Why, after having to see him step into an EWA ring and, once again, show him up, he was now watching him on some ridiculous EWA Network special about him made no sense to Marin. That is, until a few seconds later, then Martin once again remembered exactly why… T.C. Bay: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds.. He is the leader and creator of HATE.. The NYSWF World Heavyweight Champion : This is NOTHING!! Martin knew he couldn’t dwell on the loss too long, and he knew he couldn’t dwell on him showing up too long. Duane Gates, in thinking that the main event earlier tonight was going to be a cakewalk, had scheduled Martin to be in a title match the very next week on Fight Night against his former foe. Another dinosaur that couldn’t stay away forever. And there it was on the Network, those two geriatrics, from back at NYSWF Unforgiven on January 23, 2000. Martin already knew how this match ended. But he had never seen the match against the two hated ri… BZZZZZZZZZT “Who the hell is bothering me now?” Martin reached down to open up his phone. This was a shock. From: Mom I know you’re up. You did very well. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love you “Mmmmm” Martin turned the phone back off. He knew his mother was still up as well, even without the text reminder. Once Martin was able to sit down and really think about everything that transpired earlier tonight, he knew that his mother was probably a nervous wreck, knowing that both he and him were in the ring against each other. She was probably sitting at the dining room table, chandelier dimmed down low since probably Uncle Lou was sleeping on the couch again, drinking a cup of chamomile tea to try and relax her mind and get her to sleep. It was her go to remedy anytime she was up late at night. So Martin was sure tonight wouldn’t be any different. Martin looked back up at the TV in time to see Kid Rock - yes, THAT Kid Rock… the NYSWF had him come perform his entrance for the match - attack NOTHING as NOTHING was trying to steal Kid Rock’s guitar to use during the match. “Now that’s the NOTHING that I remember hearing about as a kid. The guy that was willing to do anything to win a match. Not this bumbling idiot that had a match with another old codger tonight, Ray Willmott. The old NOTHING would have never looked at an opponent and gave them a nod, saying ‘Wow, you got me good there, ol chap!’” Martin adjusted himself on the couch as he continued to stare at the television, watching every move with intent, as if he was mentally taking notes on the encounter from over 16 years ago. Carson Philia: He rolls Grady over and makes a cover.. only a two. He pulls Grady up, and he backs him into the corner. Whip to the far side, and NOTHING charges in with a clothesline. Grady slumps into the corner, and NOTHING exits the ring. “I’d love to see NOTHING make that same mistake against me at Fight Night.” BZZZZZZZZZT “What the…” From: Mom Go to sleep. Staying up all night thinking about it isn’t going to help “God damnit… Can she not be right for once?” Martin knew that he wasn’t going to learn anything more about his opponent tonight that he couldn't learn later today after they’ve all gotten back to the Training Center and settled back into the week. But he also knew that, even if he went to bed, he wasn’t going to sleep either. Carson Philia: NOTHING stands back up, and Grady goes face first into the wall; NOTHING's raking his face on the cage! Grady is trying to stop it, but he can't.. and he's been busted open! “I surely hope that NOTHING realizes that, while we may have common enemies, the enemy of my enemy does not make him my friend in this instance. He’s another old, tired man that’s trying to relive his glory days from over 15 years ago. And, more importantly, he’s trying to take what I rightfully earned and have defended against everyone. No chance he’s taking that from me.” “He might have put on what some people are calling a ‘clasico’ against Ray Willmott earlier tonight… I mean, christ, I lasted 45 minutes in my match… Alex lasted over an hour! And you don’t hear people talking about that. They’re talking about some bottle of geritol at the bottom of a bowl of bran flakes match. IT’S FUCKING RAY WILLMOTT! AHHH” Martin wanted to pull his hair out thinking about this match against NOTHING, but what was that going to do? These are the times he wished he had someone he could vent to. It was one of the reasons Martin loved being a part of the Youth. Not only because of the fame and the recognition the group brought on itself, but also because of Alex. Alex had become the father figure he had strived to find. Sure, Martin always had coaches that would give him advice on what to do during a certain play, or how to handle a predicament in the middle of any sport he played. But he never really had that one person who lived the situations first hand and could give him lessons not only for the sport, but for life in general. But Martin knew that tonight wasn’t going to be the night. He knew that Alex was just as perplexed about tonight as everyone else. As in your face that everyone thought Martin always acted, he also knew when to give certain people space. And tonight was one of those nights. So Martin went to his go-to for situations like this: His tablet. Martin reached down and pulled the tablet out from under the couch and opened it up. He pulled up a text editor and started typing: “So tonight was a shit show. He showed up and made everything about himself… AGAIN. This was OUR time to ceme…” BZZZZZZZZZT “Just go to sleep mom!” Martin pulled up his phone. From: Dad Hey, I ju… Martin closed the messaging app on his phone and turned the screen off. “No way that asshole is talking to me after everything he pulled tonight.” Martin turned back towards the television. Carson Philia:Grady nails the Choke Buster!! NOTHING was just planted head first into the mat, and Grady pins him! The rest of what the announcers are saying sound just like the trombone that was used for the teacher’s voice in all of those Charlie Brown cartoon specials. But Martin is focused on two things: NOTHING laying flat on his back, not moving, not able to get back up by the ten count… and him… once again victorious, once again getting all of the praise and the adulation… once again holding a title over his shoulder. And not just any title… THE TITLE. In Martin’s mind, that’s what drove him the most. He knew Chris was the World Heavyweight Champion, and an exceptional World Heavyweight Champion at that. But Martin wanted his title - the EWA Network Title - to be THE TITLE, just like the man in the image, looking directly back at Martin. “What the…???” Martin quickly scrambled for the remote, trying to rewind the show. He finds it and rewinds the video back a couple of seconds, and hits play to watch the scene over again. And as the scene ends, he rewinds it a second time and watches it again. And again. And again, until finally, Martin hits the “Live TV” button to go back to the live Network feed. Martin stands up and heads to the kitchen area and grabs a glass of water, setting the cup back in the sink before returning to the couch and the tablet. “I don’t care how accomplished you were in the past, or how impressive people think you are right now, NOTHING. To me, you are simply a speedbump on the highway of Martin Robertson.” “Just like that match, you couldn’t beat him, and that was in your prime over fifteen years ago. What makes you think that you can beat me at Fight Night and take my title away from me? I am better than HIM at this point in our respective careers. I am the longest reigning EWA Network Champion in history. I’ve beaten the has been’s. I’ve beaten the never will be’s. I’ve beaten those who didn’t matter, and those who everyone believes matters. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they’ve all fallen to me. They all know me as a righteous dude.” “So where does that leave you? You like to think of yourself as an enigma, something that doesn’t really fit into any particular mold whatsoever. And maybe long ago, that might have been the case.” “But this isn’t that era, and that is no longer the case.” "This time, you do fit into a mold. The same mold that the Heart Attack Kid fits in. The same mold that Deacon Summers fits in. Even the same mold that Lunatikk Crippler fits into. That mold... 'THOSE WHO HAVE LOST TO MARTIN ROBERTSON'." “Now don’t sweat this and think I’m looking past you as if you weren’t even there. I’m definitely looking at you, because I want to see the target that I’m going to be going right through at Fight Night. You might have been able to take a couple of Viagra, combine it with about a half dozen Red Bulls and keep yourself up for a couple of minutes in a match. But much like Smiling Bob, I'm going to make you look like an idiot in that ring at Fight Night... and at the end of the match, trust me, you won't be doing much smiling.” “This is no longer your era. This is MY era, and I am the Network Champion, and like it or not, that’s how it’s going to stay.” Martin looks up to see some of the EWA rank and file all on the Network talking about his return tonight before switching over to another match that featured him. Martin closes up the laptop and sits back against the couch. He takes a look at the clock on his phone: 1:52 AM “Maybe this one will make me fall asleep…” |
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