Post by bigdustyhaystacks on Apr 14, 2017 5:54:54 GMT
Following a brisk work-out consisting of intensive visualization, strategizing, video analysis and a long, strenuous stroll about the block, Big Dusty Haystacks is taking in some well-earned nutrients at the Big Country Cooking buffet. Since making the move to America, he has found that Big Country Cooking's buffet has offered the best variety of burgers, hamburgers, cheeseburgers and veggie burgers--meaning, burgers containing veggies atop the meat or perhaps the cheese if you will--of any of the many fine establishments he has thus far frequented. The staff, it should be noted, is also a delight.
However, this time, something was different. This time, the Big One sifted through the 12 burgers that lay across his table with all the joy of a man doing his taxes. He ate lethargically, almost catatonically. Certainly, as the waitresses and cooks approached him, he dutifully smiled and signed their autographs. And let us not suggest that he did not chat and even laugh with them. But keener eyes would have noticed the dark cloud hanging over the Gentle Giant's head. And those in the known with the goings ons of the Warrior Wrestling backstage would swiftly guess why.
"I came over to Warrior Wrestling to find fellowship and fair, sporting competition..." said to nobody any particular as he brooded grimly over his triple stack burger. "To make my father proud...and, Lord willing, make for a solid example before the youngsters watching."
A young waitress who had been hovering about the Large One's table--clearly an avid fan of the sport--shook her head.
"Big Dusty, let me tell you one thing...me, my kids, my whole family are looking forward to seeing you and that KnightMask in the ring together...whether it is in competition...or as a team...," she blushed and covered her mouth. "Ohhh, now, look at me. It isn't my place to give you suggestions...but we've been talking so about how wonderful it would be to see the two of you as a team...don't think I'm telling you what to do..."
Big Dusty grimly downed the burger in a single, somber swallow. The young lady, a slender blonde with pale blue eyes that swam in an ocean of innocence, had no idea. Not even the tabloids had picked up on the grim tale.
The Warrior Wrestling Federation had, for reasons he could not fathom, made a deal with evil itself. Darkness had fallen upon the fledgling wrestling promotion.
Warrior Wrestling had signed Madman. And there was only one thing Big Dusty could do. Only one way in which he could ever look at himself square in the mirror again. He would have to walk away from Warrior Wrestling. End his contract and perhaps move on with his life. Wrestling was all he knew, all he had ever made any sort of living at...he stared down the long corridor of his life...and wondered what he might make of himself outside of the squared circle...it didn't matter. He couldn't be party to the sort of bloody theatrics this Madman character engaged in. He glanced about the buffet. At a table nearby, a young couple struggled happily with the task of breaking up a food fight between their little ones. What would the future hold, he wondered. Would that innocent play soon be filled with bloodcurdling threats...threats they learned from watching Madman's antics as a part the organization Dusty himself had also joined?
And yet...if he walked away...
Running...quitting...it couldn't possibly be the answer, could it be?
KnightMask could handle Madman, Dusty tried to reassure himself.
But what if KnightMask followed suit and left the Warrior Wrestling federation after he found out what sort of hire they'd made?
What sort of message would THAT send to the youngsters, if the supposed good guys took a hike at the first sign of trouble....?
Before him, on the table, were ten uneaten burgers. And before him in life, was a fork in the road.
And where he chose to go...
...would determine...
Everything.
However, this time, something was different. This time, the Big One sifted through the 12 burgers that lay across his table with all the joy of a man doing his taxes. He ate lethargically, almost catatonically. Certainly, as the waitresses and cooks approached him, he dutifully smiled and signed their autographs. And let us not suggest that he did not chat and even laugh with them. But keener eyes would have noticed the dark cloud hanging over the Gentle Giant's head. And those in the known with the goings ons of the Warrior Wrestling backstage would swiftly guess why.
"I came over to Warrior Wrestling to find fellowship and fair, sporting competition..." said to nobody any particular as he brooded grimly over his triple stack burger. "To make my father proud...and, Lord willing, make for a solid example before the youngsters watching."
A young waitress who had been hovering about the Large One's table--clearly an avid fan of the sport--shook her head.
"Big Dusty, let me tell you one thing...me, my kids, my whole family are looking forward to seeing you and that KnightMask in the ring together...whether it is in competition...or as a team...," she blushed and covered her mouth. "Ohhh, now, look at me. It isn't my place to give you suggestions...but we've been talking so about how wonderful it would be to see the two of you as a team...don't think I'm telling you what to do..."
Big Dusty grimly downed the burger in a single, somber swallow. The young lady, a slender blonde with pale blue eyes that swam in an ocean of innocence, had no idea. Not even the tabloids had picked up on the grim tale.
The Warrior Wrestling Federation had, for reasons he could not fathom, made a deal with evil itself. Darkness had fallen upon the fledgling wrestling promotion.
Warrior Wrestling had signed Madman. And there was only one thing Big Dusty could do. Only one way in which he could ever look at himself square in the mirror again. He would have to walk away from Warrior Wrestling. End his contract and perhaps move on with his life. Wrestling was all he knew, all he had ever made any sort of living at...he stared down the long corridor of his life...and wondered what he might make of himself outside of the squared circle...it didn't matter. He couldn't be party to the sort of bloody theatrics this Madman character engaged in. He glanced about the buffet. At a table nearby, a young couple struggled happily with the task of breaking up a food fight between their little ones. What would the future hold, he wondered. Would that innocent play soon be filled with bloodcurdling threats...threats they learned from watching Madman's antics as a part the organization Dusty himself had also joined?
And yet...if he walked away...
Running...quitting...it couldn't possibly be the answer, could it be?
KnightMask could handle Madman, Dusty tried to reassure himself.
But what if KnightMask followed suit and left the Warrior Wrestling federation after he found out what sort of hire they'd made?
What sort of message would THAT send to the youngsters, if the supposed good guys took a hike at the first sign of trouble....?
Before him, on the table, were ten uneaten burgers. And before him in life, was a fork in the road.
And where he chose to go...
...would determine...
Everything.