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Topic Started: Jan 23 2011, 07:35 AM (43 Views)
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I can’t tell you how surprised I was to see Sammy attacked by Grimnir at the Main Event of Showdown. I thought the guy Sammy is supposed to be facing, Jay Wildman, took responsibility for being this masked freak Grimnir guy. Oh well, just like cereal killers, they only make sense to themselves and typically hide behind some sort of mask.. either figuratively or a literal one. I wonder what Grimnir has to hide? Maybe, like a cereal killer, he or she is just a copycat, someone who just wants to be Grimnir so bad he or she bought a replica mask off of Shop SVO and decided that they could hop the guardrail.. which I’m told you’re never really supposed to do..

I only wonder how poor Sammy feels. This guy is really trying to get into his head.. as if he didn’t already have enough going on inside his mind.

Contracts and Contract Disputes. “Touch me and the World Championship Match that you clawed and bled and sweat for will be null and void” bullcrap. No wonder people wanna see Sammy clean this guys clock and put him down a peg or two. No wonder people are tired of wondering whos behind the mask when it very clearly doesn’t matter who it actually is anymore. Grimnir was, always and forever will only ever be out for number one.. himself. Maybe Sam is to, maybe we all are. But I know Sammy and even though we haven’t been together long I really do know him quite well. Sam tries.

Sam has tried harder now than ever. He’s fought through constant pain, distracting and disabling migraines, and the threat of permanent injury looming over him. He’s fought me, the doctors, 29 other superstars and really there’s only one man left to fight, and I’m sure that’s fine with him. 7 is a lucky number, and at Destiny Samuel Amos stands to be only the seventh man to ever hold SVO World Championship Gold.. my Sammy.. a champ. I can’t wait.

Even I was skeptical of him at first, but only because I try to be realistic. I try to be logical. But Sammy, his will throughout his entire wrestling career and throughout his entire military career has been unbreakable. He has such high expectations of himself that it just seems like he refuses to stop for anything, or anyone. It’s just that Sam does so well under pressure that you’d almost swear to it that he works better that way.. I guess it’s just experience. When you make such high claims of yourself, you have to work that much harder just to prove that your word is still good.

Sammy is damn near superhuman. But I don’t want to tell him that I can read his thoughts. No, I know all about his nightmares.. his Daddy and that little itch he gets in his pants when he sees me walk in the room. It’s almost as if I’m already inside his head. But I do know one thing, that if there is only one thing that is on his mind now more than ever, its being able to hoist SVO gold up in front of a capacity crowd in any arena.. and call himself..

Infamous..

..and mean it.


Russian Roulette – (Cause we can’t have a SVO Promo without at least one Gun Reference.)

It was bright early morning, and by that I mean that the sun was just coming through the window in the way that it seemed like it was morning, but actually it was closer to ten-something. The light was constantly picking at him, like a nagging child constantly pushing at his side trying to get him up out of bed, even though he knew he wanted to sleep a little while longer.

He was dreaming about Destiny. He was dreaming about Wildman. He was dreaming about Grimnir, an ice-cream Sunday, and something else he couldn’t remember. (They say you always dream about the last things you think of before you go to bed.) All he knew was that in his dream he was swinging Wildman’s head down to the mat with the Infamous.. and after he felt that old gray mop hit the canvas with a resounding thud he instantly stood and turned to see Grimnir charging at him..

BOOM! ..InfAMOS! DOWN GOES GRIMNIR!! DOWN GOES GRIMNIR!!!!

What? Did you expect Masked Justice? Please, the only masked justice that would happen in this dream is when Amos reaches down and grabs Grimnir by his ugly mask, and rips it off to reveal..

Tony Danza?!

Fuck, it’s just a dream. Actually, Samuel Amos reaches down and grabs the Grimnir mask to reveal another Grimnir Mask! He removes that to reveal yet ANOTHER GRIMNIR MASK!! Five more Grimnir masks later and Sam thinks to himself: “To hell with this” and just stomps him in the groin and moves back to Wildman!

Samuel Amos: “I’ll pin both you sons-of-bitches at the same time If I have ta! I’ll pin one on top of the other one.. side by side.. I’ll pin you two doing a 69 for all I care! I just want to be on top when the chips are down and the ref is counting the three!”

This dream just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

But the combination of the near-afternoon light coming through the window and a very familiar female voice beckons him to arise. At first, he tries to swat the light away as if it were a fly buzzing around his head.

Carlie – “Sammy.. oh Sammy..”

Samuel Amos – “Wha..?”

Carlie – “Come on Sam.. you’ve got to get up. You’re about 5 hours late for training.”

Sam’s eyes crack open. The light pierces into his corneas like a thousand tiny little daggers aiming for his retinas.

Samuel Amos – “Ahh.. fuck.”

Carlie – “What?”

Samuel Amos – “That’s.. bright.”

Carlie – “The sun?” She giggled. “It usually is.”

Samuel Amos – “You know what I mean.”

Amos yawned and sat up, scooching his way over to the side of the bed, standing up.

Carlie – “Boxer Briefs?” She tried not to laugh out of pity.

Once Sam made it to his feet, he stopped to take a moment to stretch.

Sam – “Yeah.. ooooooo.. so what?”

Carlie – “Nothing.” She snickered. “They’re.. cute.”

Sam – “So? Best of both worlds.”

Carlie – “ANYWAY.. like I said.. a real champion gets up at 7 am.. heads down to the gym.. works his ass off.. and tries to get in the best shape possible for his upcoming WORLD TITLE MATCH!”

Sam – “Pfft.. please.. whatever.”

Carlie seemed a bit upset by this response.

Carlie – “Uh uh.. that is unacceptable behavior out of you mister! I am your manager and what I say goes.. you hear me!”

There is a brief moment of silence.

Sam – “..what?”

Carlie – “Ha ha.. very funny.”

Sam – “No.. you know what’s funny?”

Sam slide-steps his way across the carpet as he makes his way toward the bathroom.

Sam – “If I were a real champion, I’d be going to bed at 6:30.. after finishing my prunes and after my nurse just finished changing my adult undergarment.”

Carlie – “Oh.. more.. Jay Wildman is old jokes?”

Sam – “Yep..” he said sarcastically. “You got it.”

Sam continued to make his way into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Carlie – “Now you listen here mister!!”

She stomped her feet on her way over toward the bathroom door!

Carlie – “Wildman may look old.. and no one may know who this Grimnir character is quite yet but I’m telling you they are not to be taken lightly mister!”

“…”

Carlie – “Wildman has what you want and he’s a damn good wrestler and he will do everything in his power to keep it!”

Sam – “Can I have a little peace? I’m trying to take a.. uhhh… Matt Anderson in here.”

Carlie – “No! Not until you start to take Jay Wildman a bit more seriously!”

Grunting sounds can be heard from the other side of the door.. along with the sound of passing gas.

Sam – “Look, no one takes Wildman any more seriously than I do.. okay? I’ve studied the old coot, and I’ve studied the purple and green retard in the mask, too. No one wants to beat them any more than me.. okay?”

Carlie – “Well, you don’t act like it.”

Sam is heard sighing through the door.

Sam – “..that’s because I know their game.. they try to get into people’s heads.. make you believe that you’ve lost the match well before you’ve even tried.”

Carlie – “So?”

Sam – “You don’t think Wildnir just comes out and says that.. do you? You don’t think he goes and asks people to think that he’s better than them.”

Carlie – “No. Of course not.”

Sam – “He’s a smoke and mirrors artist, and his ‘respect me or lose’ mentality is just a reflection off of one of those mirrors. Grimman has faced so many people in SVO who have taken the high road and sang his praises throughout their entire promo.. and Wildnir always crushes them. People go into a match thinking this guy is so great.. and they lose.. Wildman doesn’t win.. THEY LOSE..”

Carlie – “..so what are you going to do?”

Sam – “Same thing I did when I tied with Grimnir the last time. I’m going to.. not pretend to.. I’m GOING to treat Grimnir.. Wildman.. Grimass, Wild-douche the same as I treat every other member of the SVO and just prove to them why I’m so fucking Infamous! I’ll drive his head into the mat so far that I’ll have to dig it out just so his shoulders will touch the mat. That’s all.”

Carlie – “Well, I do think you should be at least a little bit careful.”

The sound of a toilet flushing is heard, and after a few moments, the sound of the bathroom sink faucet joins in.

Sam – “I will.. I always am.”

After a few more moments.. The door opens and Sam comes shuffling out of the bathroom.. his hands still a little damp.

Carlie – “Well, this week is an interesting week.. you don’t know who you’ll be facing until you get there. But that’s a good thing.”

Sam – “That’s a good thing?”

Carlie – “Yeah! It’s great.. you will have to be on your toes.. be prepared for ANYONE.”

Sam – “Yeah.”

Carlie – “And there’s no better way to prepare for your world title match than to be ready for whoever comes along. ”

Sam – “I guess you’re right.”

Carlie – “But you’re not going to be ready for anything.. unless you don’t get yourself dressed and get down to the gym.”

Sam – “Right.”

Something about being around him makes me feel complete. I like asking him about whats going on inside of his head, when I already know exactly what he’s thinking.. how he feels.. and what he’s going to say next. No, I’m not a mind-reader.. that would be all too easy.

Because really.. I’m just a figment of Sam’s imagination..

..just like Lucifer was..


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