Post by Tommy Gunn/Chase Andrews on Aug 25, 2022 1:22:18 GMT
“No man can win every battle, but no man should fall without a struggle.” -Peter Parker, Spiderman Homecoming
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Last time y'all saw us, we may have been in a combination Taco Bell/KFC in the middle of Backwater, Virginia. But godDAMN if we didn't kick some ass out there! We did exactly what I said we would do, and knocked dicks in the dirt. We jumped to the front of the line, elbowing past everyone who dared get in the way of this Pride. Now look at us! One three-count away from being Parallel Champions! One tapout from Amber being Wrestleverse Champion! Who could ask for anything more?
I could. I am. I don't want part of what Wrestleverse has to offer--I want the whole goddamned thing. I'm not happy with just winning.
It's not worth winning if you can't win big.
And any other sports cliche' you can think of.
Roll that footage!
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Location: Golden Corral Restaurant, Tallahassee, FL
Date/Time: 18AUG22, 0801 Hours EDT
I thought I was going to die.
I seriously thought I would be better off if Amber and Next Gen just dug a hole in the parking lot of that cursed gym and buried me right out there. I was whipped, tripped, and ready to die. One absolutely exhausting hour after getting to that place, the girls headed off to the ladies' locker room to change. I somehow pushed myself to my feet after that death march, and slugged my way into the showers. I barely remembered to undress--everything ached, and muscles I hadn't used since two-a-days in high school were very, very mad at me.
After my shower--which looked more like the 'Rocky V' shower after his fight with Drago--I made my way out to the car. I weakly tossed my keys to Next Gen, silently telling her she could drive. Amber could barely contain her laughter; she did this for years prior, and Next Gen didn't look hurt at all!
Chase Andrews: Awww... is the big, bad football stud hurting now?
I grunted. That caused Amber to bust out laughing, with Next Gen right behind her.
Tommy Gunn: Someone get a shovel and bury me right here.
Amber Lee: Oh my God, I never thought I'd see the day! The Machine is out of gas!
Chase Andrews: I know what's wrong wit' it... ain't got no gas in it!
That brought even more laughter from the two of them. If I had half a mind, and a thimble full of energy, I'd have fought back. But they had me. My life's motto had always been 'fuck cardio', and I was definitely paying for it.
Amber Lee: Who's hungry? That calorie burn worked up an appetite for me!
Chase Andrews: I could eat. Machine?
They both looked at me expectantly. I simply nodded, my pride too damaged to deny them anything at this point. Amber put a comforting arm over my shoulder, and Chase put one around my waist, half holding me up.
Amber Lee: Let's get you some food, fella. You could use some community bacon!
We all piled into my car--an 1997 Toyota Corolla--and I positioned myself against the passenger window, trying not to be sick at the idea of breakfast after such a strenuous cardio session. I hadn't registered what was happening until we pulled up in front of the Golden Corral.
Tommy Gunn: Oh no.
Chase Andrews: Hell yeah we're here! And if we stay long enough, we can eat lunch here too!
Amber Lee: Spoiler alert: they really hate when you do that. But this furnace takes a lot of fuel!
She patted her absolutely insane abs, and I had a thought that would be better served kept to myself. The girls got out, and I moved much slower than they did.
Chase Andrews: Come on, Machine! We're missing all the good stuff!
Tommy Gunn: You guys... just go on without me. I'm going to just... collect my thoughts... you know, rethink my life choices, all of that.
Amber came back and put an arm around my waist, holding me close and basically dragging me through the lot.
Amber Lee: You're not gonna let me out-eat you, now, are you?
Tommy Gunn: Maybe not...
Something about a gorgeous blonde helping me along inspired me to find a reserve of energy I didn't have before. I felt like, with these two here, I could take on the world.
But first, I had to survive the Queen of Carbo-Loading and her evil redheaded minion, Peer Pressure.
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Soldier Field. Home of YOUR Chicago Bears. Monsters of the Midway!
Wait'll they get a load'a me.
We put on a clinic last week, and much to the surprise of everyone in attendance, we got rewarded for our good work! You'd think I'd be used to this by now--the agony of defeat, coming up just short of my dream--well, that was all in the past. This is a new era. This is The Pride's time.
We ain't walkin' out of Chicago without those titles. We ain't gonna be uncrowned champions anymore. We WILL earn your respect, by any means necessary. If we have to put the other two teams under the turf, so be it. And with the weapons at our disposal? Might be easier than you think.
For too long, me and Next Gen have been content to sit on the sidelines, not daring to step into the light where it shines the brightest. We used our inexperience as the reason.
That's done now. These relative rookies that everyone's been doubting will ERASE all that doubt. We're gonna make believers out of our haters.
Don't like it?
Do somethin' about it. Step the FUCK up and prove you want it more than us. Prove you've got what it takes to keep the future down. Or step aside and let us through.
Get ready, Chi-Town. That light at the end of the tunnel? That's the freight train. The Pride's comin'...
---------------
Last time y'all saw us, we may have been in a combination Taco Bell/KFC in the middle of Backwater, Virginia. But godDAMN if we didn't kick some ass out there! We did exactly what I said we would do, and knocked dicks in the dirt. We jumped to the front of the line, elbowing past everyone who dared get in the way of this Pride. Now look at us! One three-count away from being Parallel Champions! One tapout from Amber being Wrestleverse Champion! Who could ask for anything more?
I could. I am. I don't want part of what Wrestleverse has to offer--I want the whole goddamned thing. I'm not happy with just winning.
It's not worth winning if you can't win big.
And any other sports cliche' you can think of.
Roll that footage!
----------------
Location: Golden Corral Restaurant, Tallahassee, FL
Date/Time: 18AUG22, 0801 Hours EDT
I thought I was going to die.
I seriously thought I would be better off if Amber and Next Gen just dug a hole in the parking lot of that cursed gym and buried me right out there. I was whipped, tripped, and ready to die. One absolutely exhausting hour after getting to that place, the girls headed off to the ladies' locker room to change. I somehow pushed myself to my feet after that death march, and slugged my way into the showers. I barely remembered to undress--everything ached, and muscles I hadn't used since two-a-days in high school were very, very mad at me.
After my shower--which looked more like the 'Rocky V' shower after his fight with Drago--I made my way out to the car. I weakly tossed my keys to Next Gen, silently telling her she could drive. Amber could barely contain her laughter; she did this for years prior, and Next Gen didn't look hurt at all!
Chase Andrews: Awww... is the big, bad football stud hurting now?
I grunted. That caused Amber to bust out laughing, with Next Gen right behind her.
Tommy Gunn: Someone get a shovel and bury me right here.
Amber Lee: Oh my God, I never thought I'd see the day! The Machine is out of gas!
Chase Andrews: I know what's wrong wit' it... ain't got no gas in it!
That brought even more laughter from the two of them. If I had half a mind, and a thimble full of energy, I'd have fought back. But they had me. My life's motto had always been 'fuck cardio', and I was definitely paying for it.
Amber Lee: Who's hungry? That calorie burn worked up an appetite for me!
Chase Andrews: I could eat. Machine?
They both looked at me expectantly. I simply nodded, my pride too damaged to deny them anything at this point. Amber put a comforting arm over my shoulder, and Chase put one around my waist, half holding me up.
Amber Lee: Let's get you some food, fella. You could use some community bacon!
We all piled into my car--an 1997 Toyota Corolla--and I positioned myself against the passenger window, trying not to be sick at the idea of breakfast after such a strenuous cardio session. I hadn't registered what was happening until we pulled up in front of the Golden Corral.
Tommy Gunn: Oh no.
Chase Andrews: Hell yeah we're here! And if we stay long enough, we can eat lunch here too!
Amber Lee: Spoiler alert: they really hate when you do that. But this furnace takes a lot of fuel!
She patted her absolutely insane abs, and I had a thought that would be better served kept to myself. The girls got out, and I moved much slower than they did.
Chase Andrews: Come on, Machine! We're missing all the good stuff!
Tommy Gunn: You guys... just go on without me. I'm going to just... collect my thoughts... you know, rethink my life choices, all of that.
Amber came back and put an arm around my waist, holding me close and basically dragging me through the lot.
Amber Lee: You're not gonna let me out-eat you, now, are you?
Tommy Gunn: Maybe not...
Something about a gorgeous blonde helping me along inspired me to find a reserve of energy I didn't have before. I felt like, with these two here, I could take on the world.
But first, I had to survive the Queen of Carbo-Loading and her evil redheaded minion, Peer Pressure.
--------------------
Soldier Field. Home of YOUR Chicago Bears. Monsters of the Midway!
Wait'll they get a load'a me.
We put on a clinic last week, and much to the surprise of everyone in attendance, we got rewarded for our good work! You'd think I'd be used to this by now--the agony of defeat, coming up just short of my dream--well, that was all in the past. This is a new era. This is The Pride's time.
We ain't walkin' out of Chicago without those titles. We ain't gonna be uncrowned champions anymore. We WILL earn your respect, by any means necessary. If we have to put the other two teams under the turf, so be it. And with the weapons at our disposal? Might be easier than you think.
For too long, me and Next Gen have been content to sit on the sidelines, not daring to step into the light where it shines the brightest. We used our inexperience as the reason.
That's done now. These relative rookies that everyone's been doubting will ERASE all that doubt. We're gonna make believers out of our haters.
Don't like it?
Do somethin' about it. Step the FUCK up and prove you want it more than us. Prove you've got what it takes to keep the future down. Or step aside and let us through.
Get ready, Chi-Town. That light at the end of the tunnel? That's the freight train. The Pride's comin'...