Post by Chris Crippler on Dec 21, 2017 18:22:30 GMT -8
Sweat beads drip of the wrinkled brow of Chris Crippler after a long training season, perspiration marks appear on his grey t-shirt from under his arms and torso, breathing heavily as he reaches for the half gallon gym jug and white fitness towel from his gym bag. Chris takes his beats headphones off his head and begins to dab his forehead, wiping the excess sweat from the back of his neck, letting out a sigh as he cups the towel with his hands over his face.
Even though he prides himself on a strict training regime, especially when he made the leap from the European circuit to break into North America, strength and looking after his body had to be a priority when breaking through in the 90’s. Fans had expected superhero type men who replicate Greek mythology with chiselled bodies, muscles forming where you never expected muscles to be, lifting extraordinary people and changing the face of the professional wrestling industry at the time and the foreseeable future. Chris had always went to the gym to keep fit but adapting to the ways of America, he had learnt and perfected a training regimen that worked for him, managing to break through the glass ceiling and progress the ranks despite being an ‘alien’. Nowadays Chris has the reputation and legacy, something he didn’t have previously, but his aging body has changed the regime and the resting process lasts longer.
A lot longer.
Chris steps out of the main gym area and into a side room, gingerly walking over to the nearest trainers table and propping himself up onto the edge, wiping the sweat from his skin as the door opens and a trainer of the facility walks in and over to the other side of the room. Chris watches as the trainer walks over towards him holding a large black contraption, kneeling down before the veteran wrestler and begins to wrap the item around his legs carefully, Chris readjusts his sitting position as the trainer stands up and rests a large black box next to him. The trainer takes his leave as Chris places his right hand on the black boot, eying the boots up and glancing at the control box, he creaks his neck and flicks his long untamed hair back with drips of sweat flying off him.
“Normatec” Chris says with reluctance. “It is a specialised pulse recovery system that I’ve recently adopted to help me. Reducing the soreness in my muscles, improving the circulation in the body, it also allows me to train like I use to ten to twenty years ago!” He reminisces of his times at the beginning of the millennium. “Back then I was breaking new grounds in America, starting up my own promotion, competing in network companies to get the name ‘Chris Crippler’ out there, sure the mockery like I get now about my surname was said back then.. I was a lot younger but I managed to work myself up. My name would be said to that promotions hall of fame competitors, winning title upon title, gaining backstage influence and that is through all the training and travelling!” Chris sighs. “Back then I was a lot younger but now I have to know my limits. I travelled to Nevada after the inaugural show, I was scheduled to appear on the second to last show for Sin City Wrestling, I had not been in so much agony and pain because I didn’t head home to rest and recover. After that show I was on the first plane back to the United Kingdom and I rested like this” He genuinely smiles “It is those moments that make me consider whether still competing is the right choice, during that time it makes me dwell on my thoughts, but then I look at the match this week for the American Justice Championship and those doubts die and hunger grows! Facing the three other winners of the tournament to crown the inaugural champion for the promotion, I know and taught myself to know my limits but for ‘Everybody’s hero but mine’, he hasn’t learnt what his limits are as he is going all over the world!”
Chris has a distained look upon his face. “You may want to aspire to be me but as a 53 year old man at least I know my limits, when will you come to the realisation of your limits, your name is known throughout this world of ours and yet you still want to dunk your toe here, there and everywhere. Striving to be the best and notch up yet another championship to the list of titles you’ve won this year.” He shakes his head. “This one is going to be the one that got away, Mark, you may have taken my Skyfire Championship but I learn from my mistakes and in GWD I’m going to right that wrong. You may think the title is already yours but I’m going to be the one seeing 2018 holding that title, you say you aspire to be me, well just like in Skyfire it’ll be me holding the title and you chasing it. As they say ‘history never repeats itself’ and I’ll be creating history at your expense, Mark.” Chris smirks. ”From your antagonist and mine”
Chris cracks his knuckles. “The mysterious enigma to this four way equation is something that intrigued me, facing Fiona and admitting his broke punching bags and he had been kidnapped and brainwashed into the person he is, a man who is willing to destroy anything in his path to get what he truly desires.. Pain. Suffering. Torture of the human body. Gratification of seeing that human suffering because that is who he is, such a wonderful person to have in the promotion, and the top it all off he has no name so goes by ‘nameless’” Chris glances up condescendingly for a brief moment. “He has already stated that he doesn’t require championship gold, that isn’t what he wants, yet he is in a scenario where the title is attainable. I’m going to do something to you nameless that no other man will give you, a chance to do the right thing, destroy the GTA and Storm and leave the match as you’d of had your fill of destruction! Let you be the monster you where brainwashed to be and leave. I have no desire to get in your way if that is what you want! Think about it” Chris smirks snidely at his proposition.
“I’m pretty new to social media but I finally had a ‘twitter war’ with someone, and it is the last person in this historic match, Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth, where history was thrown back and forth concerning America and Great Britain and for a lot of you you’d probably couldn’t keep up. History after all is fascinating but the American education system has failed you greatly. G.T.A.V. proved to be a patriot but couldn’t match what Britain has done in the past. From created a majority of the world’s sports, global conquest to even writing the anthem for the country of his birth. Our history is threaded throughout the world and the ‘All American Boy’ was blinded by these facts” Mockingly does a ‘USA’ chant before snorting. “Well if he needs a re-enactment then he will get one in this match! Britannia will come to the ring, dominate, seize upon the opportunity and walk out victor. Conquering the American Justice division as it’s champion. America was born from the ashes like a phoenix, only then can it be great, G.T.A.V will crash and burn but from the ashes will be a broken patriot, licking his wounds and pride well and truly hurt. Chris laughs “Your family tree may be impressive and genetically should make you superior to everyone, however trees are susceptible to many things, an axe being one of them as I hack into the trunk of your tree and watch as your tree comes crashing down. Laying in ruin as this Brit stands on it as its conqueror. History never repeats itself, I know, but re-enacting a historic event in this manner will be fun.”
“I may be the old veteran but I’m going to walk out holding the newest championship and proclaiming the ‘Out for Justice’ tournament over as its victor!
Storm said there is nothing I can do about it..
Every hero falls at one point or another, family trees have the black sheep and monsters need there fill, I’m going to prove that something can / will be done about it.
That American Justice will be given by a British man!”
Even though he prides himself on a strict training regime, especially when he made the leap from the European circuit to break into North America, strength and looking after his body had to be a priority when breaking through in the 90’s. Fans had expected superhero type men who replicate Greek mythology with chiselled bodies, muscles forming where you never expected muscles to be, lifting extraordinary people and changing the face of the professional wrestling industry at the time and the foreseeable future. Chris had always went to the gym to keep fit but adapting to the ways of America, he had learnt and perfected a training regimen that worked for him, managing to break through the glass ceiling and progress the ranks despite being an ‘alien’. Nowadays Chris has the reputation and legacy, something he didn’t have previously, but his aging body has changed the regime and the resting process lasts longer.
A lot longer.
Chris steps out of the main gym area and into a side room, gingerly walking over to the nearest trainers table and propping himself up onto the edge, wiping the sweat from his skin as the door opens and a trainer of the facility walks in and over to the other side of the room. Chris watches as the trainer walks over towards him holding a large black contraption, kneeling down before the veteran wrestler and begins to wrap the item around his legs carefully, Chris readjusts his sitting position as the trainer stands up and rests a large black box next to him. The trainer takes his leave as Chris places his right hand on the black boot, eying the boots up and glancing at the control box, he creaks his neck and flicks his long untamed hair back with drips of sweat flying off him.
“Normatec” Chris says with reluctance. “It is a specialised pulse recovery system that I’ve recently adopted to help me. Reducing the soreness in my muscles, improving the circulation in the body, it also allows me to train like I use to ten to twenty years ago!” He reminisces of his times at the beginning of the millennium. “Back then I was breaking new grounds in America, starting up my own promotion, competing in network companies to get the name ‘Chris Crippler’ out there, sure the mockery like I get now about my surname was said back then.. I was a lot younger but I managed to work myself up. My name would be said to that promotions hall of fame competitors, winning title upon title, gaining backstage influence and that is through all the training and travelling!” Chris sighs. “Back then I was a lot younger but now I have to know my limits. I travelled to Nevada after the inaugural show, I was scheduled to appear on the second to last show for Sin City Wrestling, I had not been in so much agony and pain because I didn’t head home to rest and recover. After that show I was on the first plane back to the United Kingdom and I rested like this” He genuinely smiles “It is those moments that make me consider whether still competing is the right choice, during that time it makes me dwell on my thoughts, but then I look at the match this week for the American Justice Championship and those doubts die and hunger grows! Facing the three other winners of the tournament to crown the inaugural champion for the promotion, I know and taught myself to know my limits but for ‘Everybody’s hero but mine’, he hasn’t learnt what his limits are as he is going all over the world!”
Chris has a distained look upon his face. “You may want to aspire to be me but as a 53 year old man at least I know my limits, when will you come to the realisation of your limits, your name is known throughout this world of ours and yet you still want to dunk your toe here, there and everywhere. Striving to be the best and notch up yet another championship to the list of titles you’ve won this year.” He shakes his head. “This one is going to be the one that got away, Mark, you may have taken my Skyfire Championship but I learn from my mistakes and in GWD I’m going to right that wrong. You may think the title is already yours but I’m going to be the one seeing 2018 holding that title, you say you aspire to be me, well just like in Skyfire it’ll be me holding the title and you chasing it. As they say ‘history never repeats itself’ and I’ll be creating history at your expense, Mark.” Chris smirks. ”From your antagonist and mine”
Chris cracks his knuckles. “The mysterious enigma to this four way equation is something that intrigued me, facing Fiona and admitting his broke punching bags and he had been kidnapped and brainwashed into the person he is, a man who is willing to destroy anything in his path to get what he truly desires.. Pain. Suffering. Torture of the human body. Gratification of seeing that human suffering because that is who he is, such a wonderful person to have in the promotion, and the top it all off he has no name so goes by ‘nameless’” Chris glances up condescendingly for a brief moment. “He has already stated that he doesn’t require championship gold, that isn’t what he wants, yet he is in a scenario where the title is attainable. I’m going to do something to you nameless that no other man will give you, a chance to do the right thing, destroy the GTA and Storm and leave the match as you’d of had your fill of destruction! Let you be the monster you where brainwashed to be and leave. I have no desire to get in your way if that is what you want! Think about it” Chris smirks snidely at his proposition.
“I’m pretty new to social media but I finally had a ‘twitter war’ with someone, and it is the last person in this historic match, Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth, where history was thrown back and forth concerning America and Great Britain and for a lot of you you’d probably couldn’t keep up. History after all is fascinating but the American education system has failed you greatly. G.T.A.V. proved to be a patriot but couldn’t match what Britain has done in the past. From created a majority of the world’s sports, global conquest to even writing the anthem for the country of his birth. Our history is threaded throughout the world and the ‘All American Boy’ was blinded by these facts” Mockingly does a ‘USA’ chant before snorting. “Well if he needs a re-enactment then he will get one in this match! Britannia will come to the ring, dominate, seize upon the opportunity and walk out victor. Conquering the American Justice division as it’s champion. America was born from the ashes like a phoenix, only then can it be great, G.T.A.V will crash and burn but from the ashes will be a broken patriot, licking his wounds and pride well and truly hurt. Chris laughs “Your family tree may be impressive and genetically should make you superior to everyone, however trees are susceptible to many things, an axe being one of them as I hack into the trunk of your tree and watch as your tree comes crashing down. Laying in ruin as this Brit stands on it as its conqueror. History never repeats itself, I know, but re-enacting a historic event in this manner will be fun.”
“I may be the old veteran but I’m going to walk out holding the newest championship and proclaiming the ‘Out for Justice’ tournament over as its victor!
Storm said there is nothing I can do about it..
Every hero falls at one point or another, family trees have the black sheep and monsters need there fill, I’m going to prove that something can / will be done about it.
That American Justice will be given by a British man!”
