Post by Tommy Gunn/Chase Andrews on Aug 23, 2022 1:43:02 GMT
"The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain." - Dolly Parton
Yes!
After two long weeks of me trying to get refocused (and Tommy moping like a six year old who doesn't want to eat his vegetables), we finally got our first win over Scuffed God and Mattie Mayhem! No longer can anyone look at us and wonder what we're about! No more wondering what might have been, or wondering if we were doing the right thing. It's just like Slade always told me: 'Chase, you're going to spend more time on the road than in the ring, no matter what you do. You might as well make the most of it, and put your stamp on this business any way you can.' And he was absolutely right. We may have been competing in a combination KFC/Pizza Hut in the middle of nowhere, Virginia. We may have been facing someone without any arms (What the hell is that about, right?). But no matter how you spin it, we won, and Tommy and I looked DAMN good doing it. You'd never know that was our third match together, would you?
Listen, to Scuffed God and Mattie Mayhem, thank you for a good contest. Without your work, and help, we wouldn't have looked so good. Now some of you might be wondering, "Hey Chase, if you're a professional wrestler, why are you bothering to thank your opponents that you housed?" Because it takes two to tango--in our case, four, that's why. Slade would drill into our heads, "you'll only be as good as your last match, and you'll never know when that 'last match' will be, so make every one of them a banger."
He always did think he was keeping up with the times. Didn't have the heart to tell him he was about three Urban Dictionaries behind...
Onward to the fun stuff!
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Location: CrossFit Convergence, Tallahassee, FL
Date/Time: 18AUG22, 0605 Hours EDT
"Okay class, it's time to kickstart the best hour of your day!"
So there we were, at Amber's gym. When Tommy agreed to this--which he did with zero hesitation, mind you--he had no idea we were going to be the second CrossFit class of the day. And that the 'second class of the day' was going to start at 6am. Tommy complained the entire time he was getting ready, but when I told him that we'd get to see Amber in her workout clothes, all glistening and exerting maximum effort, he got ready. I couldn't be sure, but I could swear there was a goofy grin on his face after I mentioned Boo to him.
Tommy Gunn: You're kidding, right?
Amber just smirked at him and gave me a wink. I winked back, and blew an exaggerated kiss to her, as us girls sometimes do.
Chase Andrews: Bring it on!
The instructor stood at the front of the class, with a whiteboard behind him, and the death march that was Amber's daily routine printed out for all of us to see. For the first time ever... I saw Tommy look nervous.
Tommy Gunn: Where are the weights? This is supposed to be a workout!
Amber laughed, and started her series of double unders with her jump rope. I couldn't even SEE the rope as it went around. That girl...
Chase Andrews: Cardio first, Machine... then we hit the weights. Can't you see the board?
Tommy Gunn: Well, I'm here to work out, not train for a marathon or whatever...
Chase Andrews: Don't puss out on me now, boy...
Tommy Gunn: You sound just like him, you know. Like a little mini Slade, with all your sayings, and your motivational speeches...
I was jumping my rope now, and I laughed. Amber joined in, not missing a single beat.
Tommy Gunn: You guys... suck.
He started jumping, and his double jump was a lot slower than mine, but Amber was fastest yet. I mean, I like to think I'm pretty fit, but... damn!
Chase Andrews: Come on, Machine! Don't give up! Don't give up!
Amber finished her 200 double unders faster than anyone else in the room. By the time my count went to 200, Tommy had reached 150, and he looked SO gassed out. To his credit, he never gave up. But Boo and me?
We had a laugh at the poor guy before moving on to the overhead dumbbell squats. Just before she picked up her dumbbell, I leaned over and bumped fists with her. It felt good to see Amber at home in her happy place, and to be able to join her was even better.
We finished our hellscape workout and went to a breakfast buffet, but I think I'll let someone else tell you all about it.
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Like my mentor said once, "Never underestimate anyone when gold is on the line. You don't know how motivated it'll make them, one way or the other." Once again, the big guy is right. I don't know enough about the people in this place to take anyone for granted. So I'm sure as hell not starting here. We're really up against it, Tommy and me. The odds are definitely not in our favor. But that's straight up meaningless when it comes to our quest to take home the Parallel Titles.
I think I'd look damn good in gold. I KNOW Tommy would. He's got a regular obsession with anything associated with gold. Just look at those FSU colors he's almost always sporting. So maybe, when the three of us (Tommy, Amber and me) win all that precious metal we're up for, we can change our group name from "The Pride" to the Golden Pride... anyone want a t-shirt with that on it? I know I do.
Chicago, we are going to destroy your stadium. You've seen the wacky shit that happens on our shows. Better have a backup plan for Da Bears this year.
See y'all Friday night.
Yes!
After two long weeks of me trying to get refocused (and Tommy moping like a six year old who doesn't want to eat his vegetables), we finally got our first win over Scuffed God and Mattie Mayhem! No longer can anyone look at us and wonder what we're about! No more wondering what might have been, or wondering if we were doing the right thing. It's just like Slade always told me: 'Chase, you're going to spend more time on the road than in the ring, no matter what you do. You might as well make the most of it, and put your stamp on this business any way you can.' And he was absolutely right. We may have been competing in a combination KFC/Pizza Hut in the middle of nowhere, Virginia. We may have been facing someone without any arms (What the hell is that about, right?). But no matter how you spin it, we won, and Tommy and I looked DAMN good doing it. You'd never know that was our third match together, would you?
Listen, to Scuffed God and Mattie Mayhem, thank you for a good contest. Without your work, and help, we wouldn't have looked so good. Now some of you might be wondering, "Hey Chase, if you're a professional wrestler, why are you bothering to thank your opponents that you housed?" Because it takes two to tango--in our case, four, that's why. Slade would drill into our heads, "you'll only be as good as your last match, and you'll never know when that 'last match' will be, so make every one of them a banger."
He always did think he was keeping up with the times. Didn't have the heart to tell him he was about three Urban Dictionaries behind...
Onward to the fun stuff!
-------------------
Location: CrossFit Convergence, Tallahassee, FL
Date/Time: 18AUG22, 0605 Hours EDT
"Okay class, it's time to kickstart the best hour of your day!"
So there we were, at Amber's gym. When Tommy agreed to this--which he did with zero hesitation, mind you--he had no idea we were going to be the second CrossFit class of the day. And that the 'second class of the day' was going to start at 6am. Tommy complained the entire time he was getting ready, but when I told him that we'd get to see Amber in her workout clothes, all glistening and exerting maximum effort, he got ready. I couldn't be sure, but I could swear there was a goofy grin on his face after I mentioned Boo to him.
Tommy Gunn: You're kidding, right?
Amber just smirked at him and gave me a wink. I winked back, and blew an exaggerated kiss to her, as us girls sometimes do.
Chase Andrews: Bring it on!
The instructor stood at the front of the class, with a whiteboard behind him, and the death march that was Amber's daily routine printed out for all of us to see. For the first time ever... I saw Tommy look nervous.
Tommy Gunn: Where are the weights? This is supposed to be a workout!
Amber laughed, and started her series of double unders with her jump rope. I couldn't even SEE the rope as it went around. That girl...
Chase Andrews: Cardio first, Machine... then we hit the weights. Can't you see the board?
Tommy Gunn: Well, I'm here to work out, not train for a marathon or whatever...
Chase Andrews: Don't puss out on me now, boy...
Tommy Gunn: You sound just like him, you know. Like a little mini Slade, with all your sayings, and your motivational speeches...
I was jumping my rope now, and I laughed. Amber joined in, not missing a single beat.
Tommy Gunn: You guys... suck.
He started jumping, and his double jump was a lot slower than mine, but Amber was fastest yet. I mean, I like to think I'm pretty fit, but... damn!
Chase Andrews: Come on, Machine! Don't give up! Don't give up!
Amber finished her 200 double unders faster than anyone else in the room. By the time my count went to 200, Tommy had reached 150, and he looked SO gassed out. To his credit, he never gave up. But Boo and me?
We had a laugh at the poor guy before moving on to the overhead dumbbell squats. Just before she picked up her dumbbell, I leaned over and bumped fists with her. It felt good to see Amber at home in her happy place, and to be able to join her was even better.
We finished our hellscape workout and went to a breakfast buffet, but I think I'll let someone else tell you all about it.
---------------------------
Like my mentor said once, "Never underestimate anyone when gold is on the line. You don't know how motivated it'll make them, one way or the other." Once again, the big guy is right. I don't know enough about the people in this place to take anyone for granted. So I'm sure as hell not starting here. We're really up against it, Tommy and me. The odds are definitely not in our favor. But that's straight up meaningless when it comes to our quest to take home the Parallel Titles.
I think I'd look damn good in gold. I KNOW Tommy would. He's got a regular obsession with anything associated with gold. Just look at those FSU colors he's almost always sporting. So maybe, when the three of us (Tommy, Amber and me) win all that precious metal we're up for, we can change our group name from "The Pride" to the Golden Pride... anyone want a t-shirt with that on it? I know I do.
Chicago, we are going to destroy your stadium. You've seen the wacky shit that happens on our shows. Better have a backup plan for Da Bears this year.
See y'all Friday night.