Tommy Gunn Chapter 4: Never Lose Again - His
Sept 6, 2022 23:02:21 GMT
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Post by Tommy Gunn/Chase Andrews on Sept 6, 2022 23:02:21 GMT
Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday. - Wilma Rudolph
God, I hate losing.
I hate it SO FUCKING MUCH.
We had the Parallel Titles won. We HAD them. But as the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, our best intentions couldn't bring home the gold for The Pride
Congratulations to Amelia and Kyle. Y'all wanted it more than us, evidently. This ain't the last time you're gonna hear from me, though.
FUCK!
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Location: American Airlines Flight 5534
Date/Time: 27AUG22 0921 Hour EDT
We were flying home, the three of us. Normally, I'd be saving my pennies and driving home. But both Amber and Next Gen had no desire to be stuck in a car with me for a 24-hour drive, apparently, since they worked so hard to talk me out of it. Honestly, it didn't take much. I could tell they hated the idea of a prolonged exposure to my surly attitude.
I was staring straight ahead, replaying the match ending over and over in my head, wondering where we went wrong. I could vaguely hear Chase try to talk to me, but I was so deep in my own mind, I didn't reply. Nothing I saw showed me where exactly we fucked up. Did they just want it more, really? Couldn't be. Me and Next Gen absolutely wanted to win those titles. No second place awards here. So what was it, then? We were, so that wasn't it. Some sort of fluke? Had to be A fuckin' fluke.
Chase Andrews: So are you ignoring me and Boo on purpose?
I wasn't doing it on purpose, but admittedly, I hadn't talked much on the entire flight. Not when we landed in Atlanta, not during the connection... nothing.
Chase Andrews: Hell-oooo, earth to broody-brood! Anybody home?
I hated when she did that. Amber was trying her best to keep the chuckling quiet. To her credit, I almost hadn't caught it.
Tommy Gunn: Look, Next Gen, I know you mean well and all. Both of you.
I nodded over at Amber, who stuck her tongue out at me playfully.
Tommy Gunn: But sometimes, it's just better not to poke the bear, you know?
Chase scoffed at me, then turned her attention back to Amber. I could tell she was rolling her eyes at me. I decided, though, I wasn't done yet.
Tommy Gunn: It's just that... I mean, I love to win, but I fuckin' HATE to lose, you know?
She spun around in her chair at that, a fire in her eyes I wasn't accustomed to seeing.
Chase Andrews: Yes, Thomas, I'm overly aware how much you hate losing. I was there. I was one half of the losing team. You were NOT in the shit alone. The question remains: What do you plan to do about it?
I didn't even have to think. I just blurted it out.
Tommy Gunn: NEVER LOSE AGAIN.
Simplistic? Yup. Clear though? Absolutely.
Chase Andrews: You have my attention.
She was smirking at me. I always liked that much better than her scowl. Both were cute, though.
Don't tell her I said that.
Tommy Gunn: It's like Slade was always saying to us, "You learn a hell of a lot more from a loss than a win."
That smirk had grown into a full-blown smile.
Chase Andrews: And to think, I imagined you zoned out on Slade's Wisdom. You WERE paying attention!
Tommy Gunn: That, or you've been quoting the old man so much, it rubbed off. Either way, we can game plan.
Amber peeked around Chase from her window seat. She was smiling as well. Her night hadn't ended any more 'golden' than ours, but she wasn't pouting like I was. In fact, with how she behaved after her loss, you'd think she'd WON her match. I took a second to return her smile, and I watched her eyes light up. Made my heart skip a beat there.
Maybe I could take a lesson from these lovely ladies.
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My focus has been on "the team" since before I got to WrestleVerse. Making sure me, Next Gen, and Amber get what's due. Like how it was at camp for Absolute. Well, now that we're gainfully employed, it's time to turn up the heat a little. Time to apply the appropriate amount of pressure to an otherwise unaware tag team division.
Watson and Williams, you guys have something I want. Something I feel I very much deserve.
Those damned Parallel Titles.
Next time we meet up, it won't end the same.
But this week, we face another hodgepodge team, made up of one Quinn Castillo and the Moonstone holder, MaX-Files. Why, I hear you asking, are we facing the mish-mash team so soon after their trip to the Moon and back? Lord only knows. But this life isn't fair. Nothing about it is fair. But now, they're going to face the hurricane that is Tommy "The Machine" Gunn after a title loss. And they'll wish they'd drawn a different team.
Pride's coming, kids. Be ready.
God, I hate losing.
I hate it SO FUCKING MUCH.
We had the Parallel Titles won. We HAD them. But as the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, our best intentions couldn't bring home the gold for The Pride
Congratulations to Amelia and Kyle. Y'all wanted it more than us, evidently. This ain't the last time you're gonna hear from me, though.
FUCK!
-------------------
Location: American Airlines Flight 5534
Date/Time: 27AUG22 0921 Hour EDT
We were flying home, the three of us. Normally, I'd be saving my pennies and driving home. But both Amber and Next Gen had no desire to be stuck in a car with me for a 24-hour drive, apparently, since they worked so hard to talk me out of it. Honestly, it didn't take much. I could tell they hated the idea of a prolonged exposure to my surly attitude.
I was staring straight ahead, replaying the match ending over and over in my head, wondering where we went wrong. I could vaguely hear Chase try to talk to me, but I was so deep in my own mind, I didn't reply. Nothing I saw showed me where exactly we fucked up. Did they just want it more, really? Couldn't be. Me and Next Gen absolutely wanted to win those titles. No second place awards here. So what was it, then? We were, so that wasn't it. Some sort of fluke? Had to be A fuckin' fluke.
Chase Andrews: So are you ignoring me and Boo on purpose?
I wasn't doing it on purpose, but admittedly, I hadn't talked much on the entire flight. Not when we landed in Atlanta, not during the connection... nothing.
Chase Andrews: Hell-oooo, earth to broody-brood! Anybody home?
I hated when she did that. Amber was trying her best to keep the chuckling quiet. To her credit, I almost hadn't caught it.
Tommy Gunn: Look, Next Gen, I know you mean well and all. Both of you.
I nodded over at Amber, who stuck her tongue out at me playfully.
Tommy Gunn: But sometimes, it's just better not to poke the bear, you know?
Chase scoffed at me, then turned her attention back to Amber. I could tell she was rolling her eyes at me. I decided, though, I wasn't done yet.
Tommy Gunn: It's just that... I mean, I love to win, but I fuckin' HATE to lose, you know?
She spun around in her chair at that, a fire in her eyes I wasn't accustomed to seeing.
Chase Andrews: Yes, Thomas, I'm overly aware how much you hate losing. I was there. I was one half of the losing team. You were NOT in the shit alone. The question remains: What do you plan to do about it?
I didn't even have to think. I just blurted it out.
Tommy Gunn: NEVER LOSE AGAIN.
Simplistic? Yup. Clear though? Absolutely.
Chase Andrews: You have my attention.
She was smirking at me. I always liked that much better than her scowl. Both were cute, though.
Don't tell her I said that.
Tommy Gunn: It's like Slade was always saying to us, "You learn a hell of a lot more from a loss than a win."
That smirk had grown into a full-blown smile.
Chase Andrews: And to think, I imagined you zoned out on Slade's Wisdom. You WERE paying attention!
Tommy Gunn: That, or you've been quoting the old man so much, it rubbed off. Either way, we can game plan.
Amber peeked around Chase from her window seat. She was smiling as well. Her night hadn't ended any more 'golden' than ours, but she wasn't pouting like I was. In fact, with how she behaved after her loss, you'd think she'd WON her match. I took a second to return her smile, and I watched her eyes light up. Made my heart skip a beat there.
Maybe I could take a lesson from these lovely ladies.
-----------------
My focus has been on "the team" since before I got to WrestleVerse. Making sure me, Next Gen, and Amber get what's due. Like how it was at camp for Absolute. Well, now that we're gainfully employed, it's time to turn up the heat a little. Time to apply the appropriate amount of pressure to an otherwise unaware tag team division.
Watson and Williams, you guys have something I want. Something I feel I very much deserve.
Those damned Parallel Titles.
Next time we meet up, it won't end the same.
But this week, we face another hodgepodge team, made up of one Quinn Castillo and the Moonstone holder, MaX-Files. Why, I hear you asking, are we facing the mish-mash team so soon after their trip to the Moon and back? Lord only knows. But this life isn't fair. Nothing about it is fair. But now, they're going to face the hurricane that is Tommy "The Machine" Gunn after a title loss. And they'll wish they'd drawn a different team.
Pride's coming, kids. Be ready.