Post by Tommy Gunn/Chase Andrews on Aug 10, 2022 20:56:12 GMT
“But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Bullshit.
This... whole thing... a sack of shit.
I don't know where the lack of effort came from, but it's got to change. I don't know if it was the sudden change in employment, if it was the venue, the lack of preparation... but it's got to be different. All we need is a couple weeks of prep before the next show, and we should be able to turn it all around.
Preparation is the key. Nose to the grindstone! No distractions! 110%! All those cliches!
Next...
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Location: Residence of Tommy Gunn and Chase Andrews, Tallahassee, FL
Date/Time: 06AUG22, 1214 Hours EDT
I was tired.
And not in that cool "I just had the workout of my life" way, or in the "toe curlin' mind blowing sex" way. I was just tired.
Tired of not having enough. Tired of my dreams lying on the backburner. Tired of all the dumb shit that this business kept dishing out. Slade would have a field day with me.
I was laying in bed, minding my own business wallowing in my own self-pity, when I heard a familiar ringtone that sent my soul to flight. Chase went skipping down the hall to get her phone, which was playing Amber's theme song. I think she did it as a goof on me, because try as I might, I couldn't keep it from her. Frickin' kid picks up on everything.
I threw on a shirt and headed down as well, deciding that it was indeed time to get off my ass. As I heard Chase answer the phone, I smiled.
Chase Andrews: Hey Boo!
I found Chase's habit of giving everyone nicknames rather endearing. It also helped that it totally fit her personality.
Chase Andrews: What's up?
I poked Chase in the side, getting a small eep from her. She spun around, eyes wide, and I grinned. I just mouthed "Amber?" and she nodded. I smiled again and sat down on the couch next to her, dropping my feet in her lap exaggeratedly. She threw them off her, and I tried not to laugh.
Amber must have said something, because Chase put the phone on speaker.
Amber Lee: I just finished working out and wanted to know if you and Tommy were free to go to the beach with me.
Chase Andrews: Hang on, he’s sitting right across from me.
Tommy Gunn: Sup?
Sup? Who the hell was I trying to be, really? I wasn't completely positive, but I think I heard her smile over the phone.
Amber Lee: I wanted to know if you and Chase wanted to go to the beach, I just got home from working out and I thought it was a gorgeous day to go. You guys bring the snacks and I will bring the drinks?
I nodded a bunch of times to Chase, mouth open in a huge smile. She just shook her head at me and smirked, seeing the level of infatuated I was.
Tommy Gunn: That sounds like an awesome idea Amber, what time?
I mouthed the words "Go get ready!" at Chase, and she swung an open hand at me, swatting at my arm.
Amber Lee: Meet me by the ice cream stand in an hour or so.
Tommy Gunn: Sure thing, Amber! See you then!
Chase dropped the call and stood up.
Chase Andrews: So are we going?
It was my turn to swat at her. She giggled playfully as she headed for her room.
Tommy Gunn: Of course we're going! I'm not missing the chance to see my two favorite hot chicks in bikinis at the beach. Now break yo'self, Next Gen!
I went back to my room, grabbing my swim trunks, a FSU tank top and my "Property of Florida State Athletic Dept" shorts. I came back out, and Chase was still in her room, changing. She stepped out wearing a pink bikini top, cut off shorts that showed off her lithe frame, and offered the slightest peek at the thong style bottoms she wore to the beaches here. I did what any red-blooded man would do, and wolf whistled. She had the decency to blush a little, but hit my arm again.
Chase Andrews: Let's go, Machine... our lady awaits!
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This is the part of my spiel where we end on a high note. Standard fare for a situation like this. However, this isn't a normal situation.
There is no high note. There is nothing to say. Last week was an absolute mess. A 20-person clusterfuck that ended as poorly as it possibly could have. I mean, a guy with god-damned CYBER LEGS finished better than us. I'm PISSED.
Nothing is going to end well for either Scuffed God (whoever the fuck that is) or Mattie Mayhem (whoever the fuck THAT is). I'm planning on taking out all my frustrations about everything that's gone on here on whoever's standing in front of me. In fact, if they understand what's good for them, those two won't even bother making the trek to that out of the way Taco Bell/KFC in Virginia.
My dad didn't raise no quitter. Neither did my mom. With that said, if those two make the mistake of showing up, one of two things is going to happen. Either they quit while they can still walk out, or we get them stretchered out. Of a FUCKING Taco Bell/KFC. Think about that.
How embarrassing will it be to not even make it out of a Taco Bell/KFC under your own power? Yet, here we are, on the precipice of an epic ass kicking the likes of which has never been seen.
Chop on, fuckers.
The Wolf Pack's comin' for you.
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Bullshit.
This... whole thing... a sack of shit.
I don't know where the lack of effort came from, but it's got to change. I don't know if it was the sudden change in employment, if it was the venue, the lack of preparation... but it's got to be different. All we need is a couple weeks of prep before the next show, and we should be able to turn it all around.
Preparation is the key. Nose to the grindstone! No distractions! 110%! All those cliches!
Next...
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Location: Residence of Tommy Gunn and Chase Andrews, Tallahassee, FL
Date/Time: 06AUG22, 1214 Hours EDT
I was tired.
And not in that cool "I just had the workout of my life" way, or in the "toe curlin' mind blowing sex" way. I was just tired.
Tired of not having enough. Tired of my dreams lying on the backburner. Tired of all the dumb shit that this business kept dishing out. Slade would have a field day with me.
I was laying in bed, minding my own business wallowing in my own self-pity, when I heard a familiar ringtone that sent my soul to flight. Chase went skipping down the hall to get her phone, which was playing Amber's theme song. I think she did it as a goof on me, because try as I might, I couldn't keep it from her. Frickin' kid picks up on everything.
I threw on a shirt and headed down as well, deciding that it was indeed time to get off my ass. As I heard Chase answer the phone, I smiled.
Chase Andrews: Hey Boo!
I found Chase's habit of giving everyone nicknames rather endearing. It also helped that it totally fit her personality.
Chase Andrews: What's up?
I poked Chase in the side, getting a small eep from her. She spun around, eyes wide, and I grinned. I just mouthed "Amber?" and she nodded. I smiled again and sat down on the couch next to her, dropping my feet in her lap exaggeratedly. She threw them off her, and I tried not to laugh.
Amber must have said something, because Chase put the phone on speaker.
Amber Lee: I just finished working out and wanted to know if you and Tommy were free to go to the beach with me.
Chase Andrews: Hang on, he’s sitting right across from me.
Tommy Gunn: Sup?
Sup? Who the hell was I trying to be, really? I wasn't completely positive, but I think I heard her smile over the phone.
Amber Lee: I wanted to know if you and Chase wanted to go to the beach, I just got home from working out and I thought it was a gorgeous day to go. You guys bring the snacks and I will bring the drinks?
I nodded a bunch of times to Chase, mouth open in a huge smile. She just shook her head at me and smirked, seeing the level of infatuated I was.
Tommy Gunn: That sounds like an awesome idea Amber, what time?
I mouthed the words "Go get ready!" at Chase, and she swung an open hand at me, swatting at my arm.
Amber Lee: Meet me by the ice cream stand in an hour or so.
Tommy Gunn: Sure thing, Amber! See you then!
Chase dropped the call and stood up.
Chase Andrews: So are we going?
It was my turn to swat at her. She giggled playfully as she headed for her room.
Tommy Gunn: Of course we're going! I'm not missing the chance to see my two favorite hot chicks in bikinis at the beach. Now break yo'self, Next Gen!
I went back to my room, grabbing my swim trunks, a FSU tank top and my "Property of Florida State Athletic Dept" shorts. I came back out, and Chase was still in her room, changing. She stepped out wearing a pink bikini top, cut off shorts that showed off her lithe frame, and offered the slightest peek at the thong style bottoms she wore to the beaches here. I did what any red-blooded man would do, and wolf whistled. She had the decency to blush a little, but hit my arm again.
Chase Andrews: Let's go, Machine... our lady awaits!
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This is the part of my spiel where we end on a high note. Standard fare for a situation like this. However, this isn't a normal situation.
There is no high note. There is nothing to say. Last week was an absolute mess. A 20-person clusterfuck that ended as poorly as it possibly could have. I mean, a guy with god-damned CYBER LEGS finished better than us. I'm PISSED.
Nothing is going to end well for either Scuffed God (whoever the fuck that is) or Mattie Mayhem (whoever the fuck THAT is). I'm planning on taking out all my frustrations about everything that's gone on here on whoever's standing in front of me. In fact, if they understand what's good for them, those two won't even bother making the trek to that out of the way Taco Bell/KFC in Virginia.
My dad didn't raise no quitter. Neither did my mom. With that said, if those two make the mistake of showing up, one of two things is going to happen. Either they quit while they can still walk out, or we get them stretchered out. Of a FUCKING Taco Bell/KFC. Think about that.
How embarrassing will it be to not even make it out of a Taco Bell/KFC under your own power? Yet, here we are, on the precipice of an epic ass kicking the likes of which has never been seen.
Chop on, fuckers.
The Wolf Pack's comin' for you.