Post by krone on Dec 26, 2006 22:31:33 GMT
The Lead-Up: The Day of the Title Match
All in good time was what I was always told. All I had to do was wait for my time to come and it would. But I knew better, had I waited for my time to come, I would have been dead before the chance arrived again. Now, I am less than twelve hours away from my biggest title match, at least in my mind.
John Krone thought as he lie in his warm bed, inside of the local Holiday Inn Express. He looked at the clock which read 8:00, and realized that his big title match was coming up within mere hours. Krone rolled out of bed and popped into his slippers. He made his way into the bathroom where he put on the warm shower. Before he got in, he looked at himself in the mirror.
This is the day, the day that a new chapter in 4CW history is born. Today is the day that “Mr. Wrestling” Joseph Bennison goes down to the more fit and better pure wrestler in John Krone. Tonight, people will see a side of me that they have never seen before.
As the steam began to fill the room, John jumped in the shower for his morning hygiene. After he finished rinsing and scrubbing, he brushed his teeth and went down stairs for a meet and greet that the Holiday Inn had booked for him. From around nine o’clock until ten thirty, John answered questions and signed autographs for all of his fans and some haters. One person even had the audacity to ask him if “He knew how to wrestle and not just be a spot monkey.” This man was obviously some smark Krone thought. He didn’t know the in’s and out’s to a business like this, as much as he thought he did. He just signed the autograph with a smile and gave it to the obese man.
After the autograph session, John drove his way downtown and located a gym where he began to do his daily workout. Truth be told, he hated working out, but knew he needed to in order to keep in shape. So, from around eleven until noon, John worked on all the essentials before hitting a local steak house for a nice lunch.
He walked in and was treated with a side he had never seen before. The second he walked in, everyone looked at him and shook their heads. Trying not do to anything, John found a seat and ordered his lunch.
Looks good! John said as the waitress left the steaks on the table. I hope you choke on it! she exclaimed to him as he checked for it’s medium rarity. Not deciding to waist his time on a worthless waitress, he ate his food in silence and left, but not before leaving a penny for a tip Too much if you ask me he thought to himself as he dropped it on the table. It was now one thirty and John knew he needed to get to the arena. He left the steakhouse and popped in some Bob Marley to listen to on his way, his short drive to the arena.
He pulled into the back parking lot at two o’clock and went straight into the arena with his duffel bag at his side. Looking around, he spotted Joshua Taro Freedom. He decided not to bother him as he had a huge match himself tonight in the main event. John entered his dressing room and looked around at it, with a nice couch sitting next to the wall. After “Showtime” got done unpacking, he walked over to the brownish couch and lied down. He slowly drifted off into a dark sleep as the room went black.
John! Wake up! The show is going to begin any second now!
Rolling off of the couch, John looked up at the road agent. His name was Derek Newcastle and he was a bloody nice fellow. Krone looked at the watch on his wrist and sure enough, it was seven o’clock. Boy, the day sure did fly by! Krone asked Derek when his match was supposed to go on, and he responded by saying it was going to be third to last.
So, around nine forty five?
Give or take ten minutes, yeah.
John thanked Derek and walked out. He made his way to the buffet table out in the middle of one of the hallway’s. John couldn’t believe how calm he was, considering that tonight was his biggest night of the year. On New Year’s Eve none the less! What a way to bring in the new year, than by celebrating at the after party with the newly won 4CW Custom Cup Title around his shoulder. But for now, all he could do was play the waiting game.
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It was now nine thirty when Derek came in to get John. He told him that he was on next, and then the jitters hit Krone. He knew that this was it. Do or die time for him. If he losses, then he is screwed, but if he wins, then he not only wins the Custom title, but burns his bag once and for all. John reached inside his duffel bag and pulled out the black bag. He threw the bag over his shoulder and walked out the door, reminiscence to Jake Roberts carrying his pet snake to the ring. He stood in the gorilla position, awaiting the call. As he stood there, he thought about burning the bag. Would it be a mistake he thought?
Your on. Said the stage man as John began bouncing inside the tent like structure.
He had waited all day for this moment, and it was finally here. It felt like it had been an eternity, but it was finally here. John could only think of three words before he bust through the curtain.
Here we go!