Post by Johnny Gillmen on Jun 4, 2016 23:54:16 GMT
JOHNNY GILLMEN'S LOG
June 3, 2016
June 3, 2016
'Sup dudes and dudettes?!
The last time y'all saw me on-screen, I was busy taggin' along with Avery Miles against the likes of Alex Jones' hitman Amok and the newcomer Night Rider, and despite not havin' teamed together before, we wound up gettin' the ol' "W." I gotta admit somethin' here--I wasn't too sure about what to expect from Avery Miles at first, but he proved to be a totally radical and worthy tag partner that I hope to team with again someday. The funny thing was, before I came to VWS I was somewhat of a tag-team specialist; now if y'all stick me on a team with anybody against anyone on the current roster, I will be very honored to show my future partners EXACTLY what it takes to be successful in the Valentine Wrestlin' Syndicate.
The ability to live life against all odds.
The desire to dream even as most dudes laugh and dismiss ya as nothin'.
So this week...we're at the pay-per-view event known as "All In," and Night Rider will be takin' on Amok for the #1 Velocity Contendership, Cable Arcane--who beat Alex Jones in a wickedly awesome fashion last week--takes on the spoiled Landon Dalmon for the Velocity title, and Alex Jones--the poor dude who can't seem to find a winnin' groove even with the company boss at his side--goin' up against the too-cool Avery Miles for the World title. As for me? I get the chance to welcome another VWS rookie into the mold in Andre Aquarius, but if there's one thing that he--or anyone else for that matter--needs to know about me, it's real simple. I welcome any and all challenges--no matter how green they are, no matter if they're more experienced inside them ropes.
For I am the one who aspires to be the "face" of VWS.
For I always dare to dream--no matter who my opponent's gonna be for any given week.
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Episode VI
“ENDGAME, PART I”
“ENDGAME, PART I”
April 29, 2016 – 6:20 PM
We find ourselves back inside the Keg Room as Johnny Gillmen sits which his back toward the front bar alongside his date Helena; Agnes Hobson, a.k.a. "Miss Aggie," stands at her post behind the bar, gazing her eyes upon the other patrons, who have risen to their feet as one collective unit. What had been a scene of mostly drunken liveliness only moments ago had been reduced to silence, and the reason was very simple.
Trouble was lurking just a few steps away.
We see the much stronger Biff, Helena's alcoholic ex-boyfriend, standing in the Keg Room's main doorway, scowling at the couple sitting on their respective barstools. The 65-year-old owner and bartender pulls out her trusty paintball rifle and loads it with a round of non-lethal cartridges that are designed to sting intruders and mark them with a pink color. having never seen his friend Aggie pull out a weapon of any kind, Johnny perked his right brow up in a moment of curiosity.
MISS AGGIE: Ya need some help, hun?
JOHNNY GILLMEN: Nahhh, this ain't no corny-dog munchin' contest. What's with the paintball gun anyway?
MISS AGGIE: This is my bar, sweetie..I will defend it if necessary.
Johnny stood up and placed himself as a shield to protect Helena from any harm her ex might cause. Biff, his breath reeking of Kentucky red-eye whiskey, raised his clenched fists like he was wanting to fight the Islander alum. To his credit, Johnny sighed to himself before standing down and heading back to his seat.
BIFF: Lookie what we have here...I warned ya, didn't I?! I told ya what was gonna happen if I ever saw ya hangin' around this piece of calico over there, but ya didn't listen to me. Now it's gonna cost ya.
Johnny calmly shook his head, for outside a ring he was a peaceful gentleman who would rather use words to make peace instead of utilizing his martial arts abilities, thus potentially hurting others.
JOHNNY: Well then, I hope ya wind up payin' double what I'm gonna pay 'cause I don't wanna fight you, okay?
The TAMUCC grad turned toward Aggie as if he was about to order a beer for himself and his date, but Biff reached over and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around in a fit of drunken rage.
BIFF: Well ain't that special?! Did your dead mommy ever teach ya about bein' a gutless, yellow turd!?!
Not wanting to taken in the smell of alcohold on the bully's breath, Johnny stepped back, his eyes widening with every second. A part of him inside his soul began to seethe with fury, for nobody had dared to insult his family--specifically his mother Linda, whose death from cancer still resonated within Johnny to this very day. Yet another part of Gillmen's conscience began to take hold--the part of him that remembered his mother's teachings on how not to give in to things like hatred or never resorting to fighting because of one person's insult.
For once in his life, Johnny Gillmen was torn between the light and the dark.
Until this moment in time, nobody had ever stood up for him or protected him save for members of his own family. That was until Aggie, after slamming her paintball gun on the bar, stepped in front of Gillmen--her most loyal friend--to confront Biff herself.
MISS AGGIE: Ya know somethin' Biff, you're a REAL piece of work.
Biff scoffed at the older woman.
BIFF: This ain't none o' yer business, old hag!
MISS AGGIE: Ain't none of MY business?! Lemme tell ya somethin' about Johnny Gillmen over there. The man's been goin' out on the road to live his dreams, givin' his heart and soul so that this here young lady--
Aggie's voice was sharp, fierce, and direct as she pointed to Helena.
MISS AGGIE: --is feelin' comfy while you've done nothin' but get drunk and dishonor your family's good name. If your FATHER--my younger brother--were still alive, he'd kick ya in the teeth so DAD-GUM HARD ya won't be enjoyin' that brew for a month.
Before Aggie could say another word, Biff--having been exposed as Aggie's nephew--pulled back and cold-coked her with a sharp, stinging right hook that send her flying into Johnny and Helena, who fall off their barstools and onto the deck. Suddenly, all hell broke loose as angered bar patrons began assaulting the enraged drunken man, only to be pushed aside like they were nothing but pushovers.
JOHNNY: AGGIEEE!!!
In the chaos that ensued, and with beer bottles shattering all over the place, Johnny and Helena knelt down on the floor to check on Aggie, who was alright save for a busted lip; the longtime bar own whispered something into the ex-history major's ear.
MISS AGGIE: Go knock some sense into him...
JOHNNY: But he's your own..
MISS AGGIE: He's dead to me now.
The pandemonium inside the Keg Room subsided as Biff stood his ground, staring at Johnny as he stood up. The Islander alumnus stared daggers into Aggie's nephew, who simply cackled with glee and smirked. To his credit, Johnny Gillmen was always capable of showing restraint whenever somebody used words to insult him, thinking that he would be playing into others' hands instead of settin ghis own terms. But when Johnny saw a man striking a woman in front of his very eyes, he began to realize that he had no choice in the matter at hand.
He had to fight for his friend, his counselor.
He had to fight for his new love.
More importantly, he had to fight for himself and his family.
~TO BE CONCLUDED~
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Andre, I wish...I wish I could say that I really like ya.
After all...I used to be friends with people just like you.
When I was goin' to school at Texas A&M-Corpus Christi I used to hang out with the stoner, frat-boy types just like you; in fact, I had some that were my roommates. Amps cranked to a zillion decibels, nice-lookin' ladies, lots o' bubbly of the alcholic or non-alcoholic variety...those were the things I enjoyed the most when I WASN'T sittin' in a classroom and watchin' some documentary on the Civil War. I welcomed those types of people into my life 'caue I wanted to learn a lot about them, about how they acted or how much loyalty they showed to their University. Likewise, they accepted me--not 'cause I was blind in my right eye or destined to live out my days as a single dude, but 'cause I dared to dream, to have that heart and desire to be MORE than just an average Joe Plinko that simply roamed around campus with a backpack on and zero ambition. Here's the best part...they weren't profane or insulting to other people. They didn't act all tough-guy, like they were above me or my fellow classmates. They were humble, respectful, and dignified in all aspects of modern civilization.
My roommates--them stoner folks I used to hang out with in college--graduated and earned their livin's in a variety of different fields.
Mine, as it turned out, was wrestlin'. And ever since I signed up with VWS, I've been welcomed with everything--laughs, stares...
...but also with open arms and humble minds.
From day one--the inaugural show "March Madness"--I helped build the Valentine Wrestlin' Syndicate into the promotion it is today. With cool dudes like Avery Miles or Cable Arcane, I pitched in and gave this organization EVERYTHING I could muster, eventually earnin' that VWS World Title contract for anytime during the year. But ya know somethin' bud...I ain't content on sittin' on my butt with them papers in hand--for someday, of my choosin', I will cash in that contract and become the VWS World Champion. You might thorw whatever insults ya got at me, but when it's all set in stone, I will become the face of this darn company.
And if ya wanna live that dream too like I am now, you're gonna have to get through me.
Unlike you, I don't have to throw pointless, tasteless, and needles insults that disgrace the kinds of people I used to enjoy sharin' stories with--them stoner frat boy-types you claim to represent, them people who welcomed me into their lives and parties with open arms, with humility, honor, and respect. Unlike you, I don't need to act like a 19th Century Confederate plantation owner, terrorizin' other human bein's just 'cause I'm all big and bad. Nahh dude...I'm better than that. For I am the rock of VWS, the cornerstone who will shine upon the promotion and bring it to levels it has never been to before. This week bud, I'm gonna knock ya down a peg or two, teachin' you the very things that have propelled me to bein' one of this promotion's top stars--honor, dignity, and respect for others.
Maybe then, you'll wish ya had decided to stay in school.
After all...I'm more than just the average Joe Plinko in this business.
See ya Sunday Andre—and keep on dreamin'.
After all...I used to be friends with people just like you.
When I was goin' to school at Texas A&M-Corpus Christi I used to hang out with the stoner, frat-boy types just like you; in fact, I had some that were my roommates. Amps cranked to a zillion decibels, nice-lookin' ladies, lots o' bubbly of the alcholic or non-alcoholic variety...those were the things I enjoyed the most when I WASN'T sittin' in a classroom and watchin' some documentary on the Civil War. I welcomed those types of people into my life 'caue I wanted to learn a lot about them, about how they acted or how much loyalty they showed to their University. Likewise, they accepted me--not 'cause I was blind in my right eye or destined to live out my days as a single dude, but 'cause I dared to dream, to have that heart and desire to be MORE than just an average Joe Plinko that simply roamed around campus with a backpack on and zero ambition. Here's the best part...they weren't profane or insulting to other people. They didn't act all tough-guy, like they were above me or my fellow classmates. They were humble, respectful, and dignified in all aspects of modern civilization.
My roommates--them stoner folks I used to hang out with in college--graduated and earned their livin's in a variety of different fields.
Mine, as it turned out, was wrestlin'. And ever since I signed up with VWS, I've been welcomed with everything--laughs, stares...
...but also with open arms and humble minds.
From day one--the inaugural show "March Madness"--I helped build the Valentine Wrestlin' Syndicate into the promotion it is today. With cool dudes like Avery Miles or Cable Arcane, I pitched in and gave this organization EVERYTHING I could muster, eventually earnin' that VWS World Title contract for anytime during the year. But ya know somethin' bud...I ain't content on sittin' on my butt with them papers in hand--for someday, of my choosin', I will cash in that contract and become the VWS World Champion. You might thorw whatever insults ya got at me, but when it's all set in stone, I will become the face of this darn company.
And if ya wanna live that dream too like I am now, you're gonna have to get through me.
Unlike you, I don't have to throw pointless, tasteless, and needles insults that disgrace the kinds of people I used to enjoy sharin' stories with--them stoner frat boy-types you claim to represent, them people who welcomed me into their lives and parties with open arms, with humility, honor, and respect. Unlike you, I don't need to act like a 19th Century Confederate plantation owner, terrorizin' other human bein's just 'cause I'm all big and bad. Nahh dude...I'm better than that. For I am the rock of VWS, the cornerstone who will shine upon the promotion and bring it to levels it has never been to before. This week bud, I'm gonna knock ya down a peg or two, teachin' you the very things that have propelled me to bein' one of this promotion's top stars--honor, dignity, and respect for others.
Maybe then, you'll wish ya had decided to stay in school.
After all...I'm more than just the average Joe Plinko in this business.
See ya Sunday Andre—and keep on dreamin'.
