Post by TLS on Feb 7, 2014 12:18:16 GMT -5
It seems that my little friend Young Talon is all riled up. I can hear the frustration in that young man’s voice when he speaks. He actually is starting to sound more like a woman the more he gets mad. It’s as if Young Talon is the reverse Hulk. Instead of turning into a big green monster when he gets mad, Young Talon turns into a small Asian woman. I guess whatever I’m doing is working because Young Talon seems to get smaller every time I see him. His voice gets higher every time he starts to use a curse word. By the time Monday Massacre comes around Young Talon will have reverse Hulked into a small Asian girl.
Young Talon, you have it wrong- you do have to prove yourself to me. This Monday you have to prove that you belong in that wrestling ring. That will determine how bad I will beat you. How you conduct yourself in the ring on Monday will determine if I Just put you to sleep, or if I just break you limb by limb and prevent you from ever putting your foot in a wrestling ring again. You have a lot to prove Young Talon. Don’t walk around and think that because whatever level of competition you have faced has yielded semi successful results and that those semi successful results will continue when you meet TLS. It seems that you are more worried about my past accomplishments than I am. The proof Young Talon- that I am who I say I am will come this Monday. But when I destroy you, will you be who you say you are?
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” My wife says as she plops herself down in the armchair across from where I am sitting. “You remember the last time you tried to make a comeback? You nearly killed yourself.”
“But this is something that I must do.”
She shakes her head, “I just don’t think that it’s a good idea. You don’t need the money, you have enough from all those years of wrestling. I just don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“I won’t get hurt, I can control what happens to my body.”
“But you can’t control what somebody else will do to your body..”
The sound of my little girl’s footsteps dashing across the rom is heard as she jumps on my lap. “Daddy! I’m ready for school.”
“Ok baby, we’ll wait for your mom to get ready then we will take you….”
My daughter grabs my face between her hands and pulls it close to hers and says softly, “Daddy, mommy’s dead remember?”
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RING! RING! RING!
“Hello.”
“TLS!”, the voice on the other line is that of my persona physician Dr. Harry S. Rectum. “I got some bad news for you.”
“Just give it to me straight.” I pull up into the parking lot of Chase Gym.
The doctor clears his throat over the phone. “Well, nothing has changed. You are risking serious permanent injury if you get back in the ring. I don’t know who the heck this Dr. Fulla is, but it seems like he’s fulla shit. Your back has not recovered and you could possibly never walk again.”
“I know. But the psychiatrist thinks that this will…”
“I don’t give a shit what he thinks, and I know this is more about you wanting to get back in the ring. They can’t force you to get back in the ring. How’s that going o help you keep your daughter? How are you going to take care of your daughter if you can’t walk?”
“I just won’t take any big spots, no more top rope moves, stay low to the ground, make a brawl out of it. I can manage…”
“These x-rays don’t look good TLS, you’re a guy in his mid thirties but your injuries have aged your body drastically. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I appreciate your concern doctor.” I take the key out of the ignition and exit the car. “I will call you back.”
“Don’t do this..” I hang up the phone before he can finish his warning.
A young muscular man walks out of the gym. He’s wearing black shorts, and a black tank top, a gym bag is slung on his right shoulder. He has a big goofy smile as he walks towards me.
“Hey buddy, you look familiar. Don’t I know you from somewhere? He drops the bag down and puts his hands akimbo.
“ Is that a pick up line?” I give him a quick fake smile.
“hey hey, you are a funny guy. No seriously you look familiar. Are you a celebrity?”
“No. I’m just a normal crazy person just like you.”
He lets out a big chuckle. “ha ha ha. You are too funny. Look man, you going to work out in the gym? You want to get big?”
“Eh, I think I’m doing ok for myself.”
The muscular guys picks up his gym bag, as my friend Jason Chase walks through the door.
He waves a finger at the big Muscular guy.
“Sergei! What did I tell you about selling penis pills in front of my gym? Cmon man!”
Sergei, starts to walk towards his car. “I’m sorry. I thought he could use it.”
Chase lets out a big laugh then he turns to me. “You already know what I’m going to tell you. Bad Fucking Idea.”
“spare me the lecture,” I say as Chase puts his arms on my shoulder and walks me into the gym.
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Am I supposed to be frightened by the words of the little Reverse Hulk? It almost sounds like he’s throwing a tantrum when he speaks. Complaining about making him wait until Thursday? Well he won’t have to wait that much longer until I give him a beating.
The dictionary describes a Talon as the claw of an animal especially a bird of prey, or the hand of a human being. So if someone is a Young Talon, they are a not fully developed claw, or a not fully developed hand of a human being.
Basically Young Talon is a little boy’s hand, and he wants to see what it’s like to shake the hands of a man. My hands aren’t soft and delicate like yours Young Talon. My hands have callouses and scratches and scars, and they are rough and rigid, and when your hands touch my hands, they will scratch your soft delicate hands and leave cuts and scratches. Your name is Young Talon- it was nice to have known you.
Young Talon, you have it wrong- you do have to prove yourself to me. This Monday you have to prove that you belong in that wrestling ring. That will determine how bad I will beat you. How you conduct yourself in the ring on Monday will determine if I Just put you to sleep, or if I just break you limb by limb and prevent you from ever putting your foot in a wrestling ring again. You have a lot to prove Young Talon. Don’t walk around and think that because whatever level of competition you have faced has yielded semi successful results and that those semi successful results will continue when you meet TLS. It seems that you are more worried about my past accomplishments than I am. The proof Young Talon- that I am who I say I am will come this Monday. But when I destroy you, will you be who you say you are?
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” My wife says as she plops herself down in the armchair across from where I am sitting. “You remember the last time you tried to make a comeback? You nearly killed yourself.”
“But this is something that I must do.”
She shakes her head, “I just don’t think that it’s a good idea. You don’t need the money, you have enough from all those years of wrestling. I just don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“I won’t get hurt, I can control what happens to my body.”
“But you can’t control what somebody else will do to your body..”
The sound of my little girl’s footsteps dashing across the rom is heard as she jumps on my lap. “Daddy! I’m ready for school.”
“Ok baby, we’ll wait for your mom to get ready then we will take you….”
My daughter grabs my face between her hands and pulls it close to hers and says softly, “Daddy, mommy’s dead remember?”
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RING! RING! RING!
“Hello.”
“TLS!”, the voice on the other line is that of my persona physician Dr. Harry S. Rectum. “I got some bad news for you.”
“Just give it to me straight.” I pull up into the parking lot of Chase Gym.
The doctor clears his throat over the phone. “Well, nothing has changed. You are risking serious permanent injury if you get back in the ring. I don’t know who the heck this Dr. Fulla is, but it seems like he’s fulla shit. Your back has not recovered and you could possibly never walk again.”
“I know. But the psychiatrist thinks that this will…”
“I don’t give a shit what he thinks, and I know this is more about you wanting to get back in the ring. They can’t force you to get back in the ring. How’s that going o help you keep your daughter? How are you going to take care of your daughter if you can’t walk?”
“I just won’t take any big spots, no more top rope moves, stay low to the ground, make a brawl out of it. I can manage…”
“These x-rays don’t look good TLS, you’re a guy in his mid thirties but your injuries have aged your body drastically. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I appreciate your concern doctor.” I take the key out of the ignition and exit the car. “I will call you back.”
“Don’t do this..” I hang up the phone before he can finish his warning.
A young muscular man walks out of the gym. He’s wearing black shorts, and a black tank top, a gym bag is slung on his right shoulder. He has a big goofy smile as he walks towards me.
“Hey buddy, you look familiar. Don’t I know you from somewhere? He drops the bag down and puts his hands akimbo.
“ Is that a pick up line?” I give him a quick fake smile.
“hey hey, you are a funny guy. No seriously you look familiar. Are you a celebrity?”
“No. I’m just a normal crazy person just like you.”
He lets out a big chuckle. “ha ha ha. You are too funny. Look man, you going to work out in the gym? You want to get big?”
“Eh, I think I’m doing ok for myself.”
The muscular guys picks up his gym bag, as my friend Jason Chase walks through the door.
He waves a finger at the big Muscular guy.
“Sergei! What did I tell you about selling penis pills in front of my gym? Cmon man!”
Sergei, starts to walk towards his car. “I’m sorry. I thought he could use it.”
Chase lets out a big laugh then he turns to me. “You already know what I’m going to tell you. Bad Fucking Idea.”
“spare me the lecture,” I say as Chase puts his arms on my shoulder and walks me into the gym.
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Am I supposed to be frightened by the words of the little Reverse Hulk? It almost sounds like he’s throwing a tantrum when he speaks. Complaining about making him wait until Thursday? Well he won’t have to wait that much longer until I give him a beating.
The dictionary describes a Talon as the claw of an animal especially a bird of prey, or the hand of a human being. So if someone is a Young Talon, they are a not fully developed claw, or a not fully developed hand of a human being.
Basically Young Talon is a little boy’s hand, and he wants to see what it’s like to shake the hands of a man. My hands aren’t soft and delicate like yours Young Talon. My hands have callouses and scratches and scars, and they are rough and rigid, and when your hands touch my hands, they will scratch your soft delicate hands and leave cuts and scratches. Your name is Young Talon- it was nice to have known you.