Post by Frank Washington on May 17, 2015 2:49:53 GMT -8
What a long winding road it’s been. In November of 2013, a group of four men banded together, each of different temperaments, personalities and even backgrounds. What was initially was a grand scheme took a completely different turn than anyone could’ve expected and in effect bonded the four closer together than they may have been otherwise. What may have been a dead end to most became a moment of grand opportunity; these four became conquering kings, to some merciless tyrants while to others they were liberators – The Jokers Wild. But with that came with everything from boisterous condemnation to quiet praise and support; they polarized the scene almost instantly but one thing always remained true; they were successful everywhere they went. But nothing lasts forever…
Despite whispers and rumblings from time to time they have not worked as a unit or been seen together at any wrestling promotion in full force for nearly a year. Scotty Addams and Frankie Cocheese, once brothers became enemies with the latter retiring and the former presumably out of wrestling entirely, the only constant since the formation was the pairing of Frank Washington and Drew Stevenson, two who consistently remained on good terms even when the group quietly disbanded. In fact Frank was made one of the trainers at Drew’s training school, the Emerald Academy over a year ago and outside of the wrestling world itself they were usually seen together with a group of friends enjoying a night on the town. When Frank and Shawna got married it was in fact Drew Stevenson who was the best man at the wedding. Through it all, inside and out of the world of wrestling was a brotherhood forged in fire and the sturdiest of steel. But time will always test even the strongest of bonds; circumstances change, doors that were once closed suddenly open and doors that were once open begin to close.
Candlestick Park, San Francisco; what was once home to the 5 time Superbowl Champion 49ers is now little more than a memory of glory days passed long ago. While demolition was put on a temporary hold several days ago due to the persisting California Drought any chance this once majestic stadium ever had of returning to its old glory had vanished long ago, condemned in favor of Levi’s Stadium in Santa Clara but yet it had amassed a legacy that will last forever that even demolition could not take away.
Frank Washington could be seen sitting in what was left of the stands where the 50 yard line would have been in a pair of blue jeans and a red number 16 Joe Montana jersey with a solemn look in his eyes as he gazed across the field. A lot appears to be on his mind, almost as if he knew something was creeping up on the horizon in the days to come and one could almost immediately tur their eyes towards the first edition of Golden Gate Wrestling’s Gold Rush. For a day that he had long awaited, joy was nearly absent in his eyes for his opponent was one he faced before but with stakes far higher than the last meeting, the Golden Gate Championship and the chance to become its first holder; history in the making.
Frank Washington: How long have we known each other Drew, forever and a day?
Frank paused for just a moment to let the reality of the situation sink in with a solemn nod.
Frank Washington: After circumstances pulled me away from professional wrestling for a spell never did I anticipate that you would be my first opponent coming back. We’ve traveled the world together whether it be across the United States, Canada, or Japan we’ve been through it all, good or bad, thick and thin. If I wasn’t standing on the apron waiting for that tag I was at ring side as your manager, ready to even the odds if needed. Private jets, limousines, sparring, hell even Madden, if there’s anyone who knows you as good as yourself it’s me. I know what makes you tick, I know what motivates you and I know what drives you in the middle of that ring, but I suppose the reverse is also true, no?
He stood up and walked down the steps leading to what was now a barren football field. Each step seemed almost methodical al in execution as he walked towards the center.
Frank Washington: You’re a worthy opponent, a fearless competitor that any promotion would be proud to build around. I saw what you could do in North Carolina, in Nashville, in Canada, Missouri, around the world first hand. You have a resume second to none quite frankly, but in Golden Gate Wrestling? Everyone starts with a clean slate; a clean slate to write a new legacy.
Having finally reached the center he pauses and stares at the ground for several moments in deep thought.
Frank Washington: You are right about one thing though, this will be a 5 star match, an hour long classic and from bell to bell we will put out the best match possible but I’m not just another obstacle to be rah through. I’m not someone you can knock down once and expect to stay down nor will I break under the pressure. The last time we faced off I took you to your very limit but instead of seizing victory when I had to chance I was insistent on beating you at your own game. I tried to make you tap out when a pin fall victory would’ve been just as good and whether out of arrogance or pride I let that last opportunity pass me by.
Just recalling that match stung just a little to Frank. Both men did come out looking like a million bucks at the time and in essence would could definitely call it a moral victory for Frank but be at is it may a moral victory in the end doesn’t advance your goals at the pace you’d like. The fact that he eventually come out ahead in the end though didn’t ease the pain of the close loss at the time.
Frank Washington: That night you were the better man, I’m not afraid to admit that, Drew but you should know better than anyone that I rarely ever make the same mistake twice. When that bell rings we’re competitors, our bonds are set aside for the duration of the match and between the bells? I’m going to give you the hardest fight you’ve ever faced. From pillar to post, ramp to table, from the east side to the west side of the arena I will pour every single bit of myself to reach the very top of that mountain. At Gold Rush the better man will win; I will not stand down, I will not lay down, and I will not break!
Despite whispers and rumblings from time to time they have not worked as a unit or been seen together at any wrestling promotion in full force for nearly a year. Scotty Addams and Frankie Cocheese, once brothers became enemies with the latter retiring and the former presumably out of wrestling entirely, the only constant since the formation was the pairing of Frank Washington and Drew Stevenson, two who consistently remained on good terms even when the group quietly disbanded. In fact Frank was made one of the trainers at Drew’s training school, the Emerald Academy over a year ago and outside of the wrestling world itself they were usually seen together with a group of friends enjoying a night on the town. When Frank and Shawna got married it was in fact Drew Stevenson who was the best man at the wedding. Through it all, inside and out of the world of wrestling was a brotherhood forged in fire and the sturdiest of steel. But time will always test even the strongest of bonds; circumstances change, doors that were once closed suddenly open and doors that were once open begin to close.
“Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.”
- H. G. Wells
- H. G. Wells
Candlestick Park, San Francisco; what was once home to the 5 time Superbowl Champion 49ers is now little more than a memory of glory days passed long ago. While demolition was put on a temporary hold several days ago due to the persisting California Drought any chance this once majestic stadium ever had of returning to its old glory had vanished long ago, condemned in favor of Levi’s Stadium in Santa Clara but yet it had amassed a legacy that will last forever that even demolition could not take away.
Frank Washington could be seen sitting in what was left of the stands where the 50 yard line would have been in a pair of blue jeans and a red number 16 Joe Montana jersey with a solemn look in his eyes as he gazed across the field. A lot appears to be on his mind, almost as if he knew something was creeping up on the horizon in the days to come and one could almost immediately tur their eyes towards the first edition of Golden Gate Wrestling’s Gold Rush. For a day that he had long awaited, joy was nearly absent in his eyes for his opponent was one he faced before but with stakes far higher than the last meeting, the Golden Gate Championship and the chance to become its first holder; history in the making.
Frank Washington: How long have we known each other Drew, forever and a day?
Frank paused for just a moment to let the reality of the situation sink in with a solemn nod.
Frank Washington: After circumstances pulled me away from professional wrestling for a spell never did I anticipate that you would be my first opponent coming back. We’ve traveled the world together whether it be across the United States, Canada, or Japan we’ve been through it all, good or bad, thick and thin. If I wasn’t standing on the apron waiting for that tag I was at ring side as your manager, ready to even the odds if needed. Private jets, limousines, sparring, hell even Madden, if there’s anyone who knows you as good as yourself it’s me. I know what makes you tick, I know what motivates you and I know what drives you in the middle of that ring, but I suppose the reverse is also true, no?
He stood up and walked down the steps leading to what was now a barren football field. Each step seemed almost methodical al in execution as he walked towards the center.
Frank Washington: You’re a worthy opponent, a fearless competitor that any promotion would be proud to build around. I saw what you could do in North Carolina, in Nashville, in Canada, Missouri, around the world first hand. You have a resume second to none quite frankly, but in Golden Gate Wrestling? Everyone starts with a clean slate; a clean slate to write a new legacy.
Having finally reached the center he pauses and stares at the ground for several moments in deep thought.
Frank Washington: You are right about one thing though, this will be a 5 star match, an hour long classic and from bell to bell we will put out the best match possible but I’m not just another obstacle to be rah through. I’m not someone you can knock down once and expect to stay down nor will I break under the pressure. The last time we faced off I took you to your very limit but instead of seizing victory when I had to chance I was insistent on beating you at your own game. I tried to make you tap out when a pin fall victory would’ve been just as good and whether out of arrogance or pride I let that last opportunity pass me by.
Just recalling that match stung just a little to Frank. Both men did come out looking like a million bucks at the time and in essence would could definitely call it a moral victory for Frank but be at is it may a moral victory in the end doesn’t advance your goals at the pace you’d like. The fact that he eventually come out ahead in the end though didn’t ease the pain of the close loss at the time.
Frank Washington: That night you were the better man, I’m not afraid to admit that, Drew but you should know better than anyone that I rarely ever make the same mistake twice. When that bell rings we’re competitors, our bonds are set aside for the duration of the match and between the bells? I’m going to give you the hardest fight you’ve ever faced. From pillar to post, ramp to table, from the east side to the west side of the arena I will pour every single bit of myself to reach the very top of that mountain. At Gold Rush the better man will win; I will not stand down, I will not lay down, and I will not break!
