Vinny Gaso
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The Gaso Line...You won't be laughing when it hits you!
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Post by Vinny Gaso on Jul 24, 2008 23:18:23 GMT -5
Who does these guys think they are? That is a question I had been asking myself for hours as I sat at the gym in my hotel, chatting with my fellow Entourage members. The more we discussed that very question, the more it occurred to me...they think they're me. These little assholes are walking around here like they're the king shit just because they have won more times than I have. Well, they're soon going to discover that they ain't king shit, but they ARE the kings OF shit. I realized now what I had to do. It was time to come back, better than ever, and hand these wastes of their daddy's respective seeds a beating they'd never forget. Now, having been mostly inactive for the past few weeks, how does one get back into wrestling shape in just two days? Well, when you've got three of the toughest wrestlers in the business to train with, in more ways than one, and you're name is Vinny Gaso, it's really not that difficult. There I was, pumping the bench press with more weight on it than I have on me, which puts the weight on the bar at around three hundred pounds, and then I heard it, the gruff voice of Thomas Mayfield hollering in my direction. I looked past the camera crew that were filming me and acknowledged him.
TM: Vinny! Get your ass over here now!
I approached him, unsure why he seemed so intense, so frustrated. Once I got there, he showed me a piece of paper, and I realized the answer.
VG: Fuck!
TM: You're damn right fuck! You were supposed to meet Paige forty-five minutes ago!
VG: Does she know that I was training?
TM: Yeah, I took care of it. Luckily for you, she's more patient than her mother was. Get going!
VG: Right! I'll be back to finish my workouts later.
TM: If she's anything like her mother was in THAT department, you won't be doing anything but having a cigar and sleeping when she's done with you.
VG: Haha, you're probably right old man!
TM: Who you calling old man?
VG: You, of course!
TM: I oughta beat the ass off of you right now boy!
VG: Relax Tom, it's called a joke, learn to take one.
TM: Sorry, I'm just really frustrated with the bullshit going on right now. RCW, WAA, ECF for Trevor, everywhere we go, people are treating us like we're nothing, when we're the best damn thing to happen to any of those companies!
VG: I know, but don't worry about it man, all jokes aside, you're in good shape for your age, but even you have to admit this stress isn't good for the ticker. You just relax and let Trevor and I worry about our matches this week, alright?
TM: Alright, good enough. You'd better go eh?
VG: Yeah, I'm going now. Talk to ya when I get back.
TM: Sounds good.
As I left the gym and headed for the showers, I couldn't help but worry about Tom a bit. I mean yeah, he's in great shape, not just for middle age, but in general, but still, some parts on the inside aren't quite as strong as they used to be, and the physical stress is alright, but the emotional and mental could put him in some very serious danger in the near future, and I don't want that to happen. However, once I got finished with my "good time" with Paige, I grabbed another quick shower and forced myself to go back to the gym for a lighter, but still intense workout. It just had to be done after not doing proper training for so many weeks. I still looked in shape, but I sure didn't feel like I was, and there was no way in hell I was going to give these skinny bastards anything to use against me. So, back at the gym, I saw Tom doing a light workout before his match in RCW, and Trevor doing his usual insane regiment for his match in ECF. It became clear to me that we now had at least one member of the Entourage in three top companies, and we were about to show the world why you don't fuck with the Entourage. I jumped in the sparring ring they had for boxing, and got one of the boxers to get in with me. I told him I wasn't going to do any moves to him, I just wanted to work on my dodging and countering. He said that was fine, and that if I wanted to do a couple of moves here and there, to go ahead, as he had a wrestling background also.
He came at me with a flurry of jabs, hitting me squarely in the jaw, stunning me slightly. However, I recovered while he wound up for a big shot, caught his arm, and put him in a cobra clutch. When I let him go, he came at me again, and I ducked his hook, double legging him to the mat. The final time he approached me, I ducked behind him, giving him a back suplex. I helped him to his feet, shook his hand, and thanked him for his help. He thanked me for getting him back into wrestling, and walked out of the gym, leaving just the four of us there. I sat down in the ring with a bottle of ice water, and really thought about what I had seen over the past day or two. Recently, I had seen Thomas come up just short of the RCW Intercontinental Championship, and Trevor Thompson decide that silence was the way to go in ECF. However, I definitely wasn't going to be silent, because I had a lot of catching up to do.
VG: You know what I find interesting about all of this shit going on in the lives and careers of the Entourage? The fact that no matter which of us it is, no matter WHERE it is, people continue to think that they understand us, and they obviously don't, because if they did, they wouldn't be saying the idiotic things that they have been saying to us and about us in recent days. Some stupid things have been directed at Trevor and Thomas, but by far the stupidest things have been said to me. There is a young punk running around thinking that his shit don't stink just because he managed to get a couple of fluke victories in WAA. Let me remind everyone, wrestler and fan alike, that it takes more than one or two wins to make or break a career in this company. I should know, because I've had a few great wins, and some devastating losses, but I haven't let them get me down. Instead, I took a couple of weeks to myself, and planned my next move. That having been said, I am back, better than ever, and ready to beat the holy hell out of a worthless chump, or in this case, TWO worthless chumps. The first one in my way is a guy who apparently thinks that calling himself the Fallen Saint is going to frighten me out of the match, or maybe he's just an idiot, I'm not quite sure. Either way, he's Anthony Phoenix, a man I have faced before.
Now, what I DO know about this guy, is that he's standing between me and my first victory in WAA in several weeks, and that is NOT good news for Mr. Phoenix. You see Tony, you are going to find out, just like many have before you, and many more will after you, that it doesn't matter what has happened to me in the past, you're still just not in my league. The time for me laying down and handing pathetic specimens a free win have ended. I am back, I'm ready to fight, and I WILL win this match. It doesn't matter what you do to me, I'll keep getting up. It doesn't matter who you may have backing you, I'll beat them down too. It doesn't matter if you're a Fallen Saint or Jesus himself, you're going to have your ass handed to you Tuesday night. I am not going to get frustrated and angry by what has been happening to me as of late, because I know full well that it was my own lack of focus that got me to this point. However, that focus has returned, and I am better than I've ever been, which is an unfortunate lesson you're going to be learning this week on Revolution. In cases you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not here to play games, and I'm not here to be someone's stepping stone anymore. The days of Vinny Gaso losing are long gone Tony, so get ready for the beating of your life, because that is what is in your future if you decide to show up for this triple threat match on Tuesday. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's move on to the other poor unfortunate soul who has been sent into the lion's den this week, Elijah Pryor.
Elijah, you, much like me, do not have the greatest win loss record in WAA, although overall mine is still better than yours. Just to make sure we are crystal clear on this issue, you are five days away from another loss, because there's not a hope in hell for you this week. As I said to Phoenix, I have not only come back focused, but more so than I've ever been, and that means only one result is possible this week, and that's a Vinny Gaso victory. You may be a great athlete, you may not be, I'm not really sure with my lack of concentration on WAA lately, but it really doesn't matter, because as good as you may be, there's one thing you're not, and that's me. I know you're probably like every other person in this company, who all go home at night WISHING they were me, but just like them...you will come up short every time. There is only one "Viper" Vinny Gaso, and you're looking at him right now. I am the best this company has to offer when I'm on my game, and guess what Elijah? I'm back on my game. The time has come for you and every member of the WAA locker room to understand, that when I want something, I will eventually get it. What I want is to be the last WAA World Heavyweight Champion, and I WILL get what I want. I will walk in to Radical Wrestling Cartel as THE representative from this side of the fence, and there isn't a damn thing any of you can do to stop me, not anymore. The time has come for Vinny Gaso to take his rightful place, so it is written, so it shall come to be. See you soon boys, if you're brave enough to make the show.
As I turned my back to the camera to go for another quick workout before bed, I finally realized what I had been missing for the past several weeks. It wasn't so much not being focused, although that was half of it, as it was my lack of levelheadedness. I have been having a hard time getting myself under control lately, and after speaking so emphatically, yet so calmly for the first time in a long time, I realized that if I wanted to succeed, I needed to maintain my composure at all times, regardless of the situation I was placed into. With that in mind, I went for my final shower of the evening, and then to my room for some sleep.
Fade to Black
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