Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2022 3:13:52 GMT
Sweat drips down my face as I look at the ring. Today's training was hard. Need to cut back on the cigars and beer. Cardio has been down for the past couple of weeks and I’m sucking air . Should had done some cupping on the body while I had the time off. Tag matches, title matches and travel are coming up and I need my body to be in one piece.
Looking over at the Pollo Roads Belt and the Hyperfight Heavyweight title…..I’m starting to feel the weight of those two belts, especially around the knees. Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t win a belt over at Zion, I’d probably be flat on my back and suffocating.
I wave off my training partner and let the weight of my body help me fall on my ass. Leaning up against the turnbuckle, I watch as he rolls out of the ring and stumbles his way to the locker room. Good kid. Still needs to learn a lot, but he keeps on coming back and he can take a beating. Future project….maybe. You don’t need to worry about his name.
Ripping the tap off my wrist, I toss it to the outside. The same with my boots. Nice to let the dogs get some air…….wish I had a cigar……or a bottle of Jack. Need to let the heart slow down before I enjoy anything. Deep breaths Reo. Deep breaths. Let the ol’ ticker take a break. You can’t act like the younger you. Right after training you’d go to the strip clubs and drink it up and fuck with anyone that raised an eyebrow at you. Now…..now I get to go home to a bitchy wife and take pills for my cholesterol and back spasms while trying to eat healthy and get to bed by 9.
Growing old sucks.
Reaching over to my phone, I play with it for a little bit before going into the video function and start to record a promo for fucking Pollo Roads. My English sucks but it’ll get me by.
Reo Ojima: Hello you assholes at Pollo. Your champ, Reo Ojima here. You don’t pay me enough to give a shit about this upcoming tag match, so I’m just going to hold onto that tag rope and watch Luke Marshall show off his skills to Pollo Road. Red Tiger is still a disappointment and Meza is the drizzling shits. And as always, if any of you fuckers try to perform some Lucha shit on me I will break your ankle. See you in Vegas assholes.
Aaaaaand end scene. Not the best promo but not the worst. Button pushing, button pushing, button pushing aaaaaand send. Have fun with that Pollo. Welp, that deserves a beer. Quick shower and then off to the bar for a few drinks before my wife nags my ear off to come home so we can spend personal time together. Like nails on a fucking charkboard.
Looking over at the Pollo Roads Belt and the Hyperfight Heavyweight title…..I’m starting to feel the weight of those two belts, especially around the knees. Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t win a belt over at Zion, I’d probably be flat on my back and suffocating.
I wave off my training partner and let the weight of my body help me fall on my ass. Leaning up against the turnbuckle, I watch as he rolls out of the ring and stumbles his way to the locker room. Good kid. Still needs to learn a lot, but he keeps on coming back and he can take a beating. Future project….maybe. You don’t need to worry about his name.
Ripping the tap off my wrist, I toss it to the outside. The same with my boots. Nice to let the dogs get some air…….wish I had a cigar……or a bottle of Jack. Need to let the heart slow down before I enjoy anything. Deep breaths Reo. Deep breaths. Let the ol’ ticker take a break. You can’t act like the younger you. Right after training you’d go to the strip clubs and drink it up and fuck with anyone that raised an eyebrow at you. Now…..now I get to go home to a bitchy wife and take pills for my cholesterol and back spasms while trying to eat healthy and get to bed by 9.
Growing old sucks.
Reaching over to my phone, I play with it for a little bit before going into the video function and start to record a promo for fucking Pollo Roads. My English sucks but it’ll get me by.
Reo Ojima: Hello you assholes at Pollo. Your champ, Reo Ojima here. You don’t pay me enough to give a shit about this upcoming tag match, so I’m just going to hold onto that tag rope and watch Luke Marshall show off his skills to Pollo Road. Red Tiger is still a disappointment and Meza is the drizzling shits. And as always, if any of you fuckers try to perform some Lucha shit on me I will break your ankle. See you in Vegas assholes.
Aaaaaand end scene. Not the best promo but not the worst. Button pushing, button pushing, button pushing aaaaaand send. Have fun with that Pollo. Welp, that deserves a beer. Quick shower and then off to the bar for a few drinks before my wife nags my ear off to come home so we can spend personal time together. Like nails on a fucking charkboard.