Post by Hunter Houston on Apr 14, 2009 21:02:11 GMT -5
We go to a center near Colorado, it is a small center, probably could sit two hundred people. You couldn’t tell, as the seats were cleared out and a table was set up in the room. Infront of the table was a line that stretched through the double swing doors, around the building, and to a little podium where a man was taking cash, and letting people past a little red rope and into the line. There were people of all shapes & sizes. From elderly men, to middle aged men, to young men, to a few children. Not the John Cena loving, WWE off spring, but children who learned about wrestling from their daddies old VHS tapes, where the golden age was born.
Through the line of hundreds, through the old wrestling fans, and through the front liners sat Hunter Houston. Wearing all black, sunglasses blocking his face, and his hand on his beard, as he looked forward. He didn’t speak, he only tapped his pen on the table, waiting.
Staff: You ready, Hunter?
Hunter Houston nodded as the line began to move forward, children charging forward with t-shirts and papers.
Hunter: Hey kid, whats your name?
Johnny: Johnny May!
Hunter: Aight… (writing) to Johnny May, Dream Big, Hunter Houston.
Johnny’s eyes went big as he took the autograph and hopped away, still taking a chance to look back and see Hunter. The next people in line began moving through, quickly, signing things, taking pictures, shaking hands, the legend known as Hunter Houston did it all, as if it was something he always did, not like he really enjoyed himself. Suddenly, a man came up wearing an ECW shirt. He was overweight, nasty looking. The type of guy you wouldn’t want to have a fist fight with, but could easily beat in a race. The man didn’t ask for an autograph, he just crossed his arms and stared down at Hunter.
Carl: Uh huh… guess you’re back.
Hunter Houston shrugged as if he was saying “obviously”.
Carl: ThumbTack is gon’ kick your ass! That man don’t take nicely to old men like you.
A staff member moved forward, ready to kick Carl out of the building, but Hunter stopped him, as he stood to his feet, and popped his neck.
Hunter Houston: You hear this people? (the crowd begins pushing in, wanting to see what was happening) We got a fat piece of shit telling me that I am gonna get my ass kicked! (the fans boo) This man, this large man right here, this redneck, extreme, nobody, he thinks Jack is gonna beat me. Let me guess, you use to watch him on the indy circuit? You saw him in all those bloody matches?
Carl: Damn straight!
Hunter Houston: Let me tell you something, geek wad! This ain’t your hardcore bloodbath against Hunter Houston! This ain’t your barbwire, glass shattering, chair swinging, massacre! I am Hunter Houston, the hall of famer, something ThumbTack will never experience, do you know why that is? Because they don’t put stuntmen in the hall of fame! They don’t put blood lusting, crash dummies in the hall of fame! They put wrestlers! They put legends! They put men who understand the fundamentals of putting on a wrestling clinic in that ring. ThumbTack doesn’t get that, your hero, your man who you think is gonna kick my ass, he is nothing! He is nothing different then the Tommy Dreamers, Sandman’s, and Dudley Boys. And it is a shame to even call them wrestlers! You hear me? You alll hear me? Those men are not wrestlers.
The fans go quiet, not taking nicely to Hunter Houston. But Hunter was such a big force, he had such a loud voice, you wouldn’t dare to disagree.
Hunter Houston: ThumbTack Jack is known best for one thing in the ICW… failing in a big match situation! How many matches has this guy even won? Two? Maybe three? He has been here longer then most everyone else, but yet, what his record? It’s shit! He is one of the ICW originals, and he still believes his game plan is THE game plan. I challenge ThumbTack to do something. Cut the jokes, cut the bullshit, cut the chair swinging, blood flowing, violent seeking, madness. It hasn’t worked yet, it won’t work against me! How many big matches do you gotta lose to start considering it’s time to change the game plan? How many times will ThumbTack have to have the fans behind him but lose terribly before he decides he is going to mix it up a bitch. It isn’t working for you! Cause the blood, play with your barbwire, try whatever it is you hardcore nutcases do! It couldn’t stop Walker Sullivan, Daniel Fenrir, it isn’t gonna stop the Hollywood Hall of Famer! I have had more crazed, blood thirsty, maniacs charge at me then this entire roster combine! I have had more people try and rip my head off then ThumbTack has had beers! I have gone through more shit, blood, and pain then ThumbTack could imagine! He’ll say it ain’t true, he’ll say I ain’t done it.
Hunter Houston laughs, popping his arms, letting the fans glare over what was once most of theirs hero.
Hunter Houston: When me & ThumbTack met here, he offered me a drink, gave me great respect. He knows me, he knows the history I have made, and he knows the history I will make in the ICW! He would be foolish to try and ignore it, it would be a rookie mistake! ThumbTack isn’t a rookie, he isn’t a newbie, and he isn’t easy. He won’t make a ton of mistakes, and he won’t be easy, I know that… but he is in nowhere near my league! He is in nowhere near the same platform as the Hall of Famer Hunter Houston! I have wrestled in barbwire rope matches with Sabu to Mick Foley to Sandman to the rare occasion that Ric Flair did one in Japan! I have wrestled and beat the best of the best! ThumbTack can keep his defeats against the heroes of the indy circuit! Against the nobodies, against the people who care more about painting the canvas red then winning. This isn’t a hardcore match, this isn’t a weapons match, and this match isn’t won by blood flow. This is a wrestling match, an idea that was great, a concept I perfected! The wrestling match! Submissions, suplexes, wearing down someone’s body through wrestling moves, not through swinging weapons as a thug! I am not a glorified thug, I am a hall of famer, I am the past, present, and future of wrestling. And at Last Man Standing. I am gonna take Carl’s favorite, and I am going to put him down faster then alcohol poisoning. I’ve seen this jabroni and I realize it’s a bold statement… but remember it. Because at the end of Last Man Standing NO ONE will leave talking about another pointless, hardcore moment from ThumbTack. They will talk about another classic from Hunter Houston, something that I go hand in hand with.
Hunter Houston begins signing autographs as he walks and talks.
Hunter Houston: No one is on my level, no one is near my level, people will get lucky, people will have good nights, and I will have bad nights. But in the full of things, we all know that Hunter Houston is THE face of pure wrestling talent! Not Walker, not Fenrir, and certainly not ThumbTack Jack. And I am coming to the ICW to bring what is missed terribly… real-wrestling-perfection!
