Post by Kieran Kelley on Jan 27, 2021 16:43:42 GMT
FADE ² BLACK Wrestling
PRESENTS
KIERAN 'K²' KELLEY
PRESENTS
KIERAN 'K²' KELLEY
January 22, 2021;
Hotel Room in Nashville, Tennessee
K²; "This is a nice change."
Truly, it was. I was used to shit hole motels with my previous job. But, that's not something we have to get into, at least not in the moment. What mattered, now? I had landed in the big leagues. Fade ² Black Wrestling, was it? Some how, I found myself in a position that I never saw myself landing in. But, that didn't really change much. Did it?
I always rise to the top.
Speaking of top. Have you seen what I am facing this week? Never mind my Tag Team Partner -- Jupiter, is it? But, Florida Man and Karen? Facepalm.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
K²; "It's all good, guys. Just set up, you know, wherever is convenient. I am going to check out the vending machine. Cool?"Now, who could this possibly be? Oh, yeah! DUH! How could I forget?!
The door opened, as I stared at Jamison, Maddie, and Brent. The pleasantries were exchanged, before they lugged in the bag of equipment. It was tough being a YouTuber on the road with a new gig, also. But, the work still had to be done. Plus, this week's special guest? Yours Truly. By request of the fans, no less.
The door opened, as I stared at Jamison, Maddie, and Brent. The pleasantries were exchanged, before they lugged in the bag of equipment. It was tough being a YouTuber on the road with a new gig, also. But, the work still had to be done. Plus, this week's special guest? Yours Truly. By request of the fans, no less.
Of course it was cool. I just wanted to be respectful, which is least likely of my opponents this coming week at..High Voltage is it? I've gotta get these things down, and understand them. High Voltage is the weekly show. Fade ² Black is the organization. And K² is here to rise to the top, every single time.
K²; "Fitting, isn't it? Karen. Needing to speak to a manager. Or, bitching about every day life occurences. The problem with people, in general, these days -- they feel entitled. Like the world owes them something. But, the world doesn't owe anyone of us a single thing. It doesn't matter your social status, or that you have 1.2 million followers on your YouTube channel -- Shout out to my fans!. That doesn't matter here. Hell, it doesn't matter anywhere. Why should it? Every single day is a new day. Today, we should try to do better than yesterday. The only people we should compete with for any sort of social status is ourselves. Yet, we aren't wired that way, are we? So, what do we do? FOCUS ON CHANGING THE AURA."
Wait, why was I screaming? A hotel room door opened, and a head poked out. An angry woman stared at me, and stepped into the hallway, arms folded across her chest. Shit. I was about to be lectured.
CONCERNED MOTHER; "Excuse me, sir. It is..8:15 PM! Do you know that? You're out here in the hallway..screaming.."
She looks around and sees no one else.
CONCERNED MOTHER; "Screaming at NO ONE. I have .. a ten year old in this room..asleep. He has a big day in the morning for a dance recital. And YOU..sir...are disrupting the peace and quiet that I was promised when I checked in here. Now, for the love of Kim Kardashian .. keep your voice down! Or else.."
Wait, did she say for the love of Kim Kardashian? You've gotta be kidding me. This is the world..the society we're plagued with. I shook my head, scoffing at her attitude.
CONCERNED MOTHER; "Is there a problem, sir?" She stared at me. I simply shrugged my shoulders, staring back at her. Of course there was a problem. HER.
K²; "Not unless you want there to be, Karen."
She let her mouth drop open.
CONCERNED MOTHER; "Karen? I am .. NOT a Karen. I am a concerned mother..."
K²; "Blah. Blah. BLAH. You..are ..damn it. I am sorry. I am being disrespectful. Go ahead..finish."
See what these Karen's do? They make you rude. Disrespectful. That wasn't who I am. That's not who I wanted to be! But, some people just irk you so damn bad. They work your nerves. She was one of those people. I didn't like those people.
CONCERNED MOTHER; "Once again, I am a concerned mother, who has a sleeping child in my room. We have a big day tomorrow. He needs his sleep. And you .. need to keep it down."
Keep it down. Am I or am I not also a paying customer? YES!
K²; "Yeah. Point taken. Enjoy your night, good luck with the recital."
She stepped back inside of her room, letting her door damn near slam. So much for being quiet, right? As for me, I continued down toward where the sign was lit up "Vending". Afterall, I needed a snack. No, I couldn't eat myself. Giggity.
K²; "So, where was I? Oh, yeah. Florida Boy and Manager Girl. Coming to an arena near you! Or, in this case, Tuesday Night..at the Keystone Arena here in Nashville. Debut. Debut. DEBUT. Four newcomers making their debut in a storied company. To say the least, I was honored to be here. Honored to have this opportunity to do something new with my life. Sure, I have my successful K² Youtube Channel. But, I need new material. New experiences. Something that will keep the ratings up! So, when I saw the opportunity to put my wrestling skills to good use, I listened. Contacted my agent, and had her in contact with Travis D. and Carson. Why the hell not? I didn't go through all of that training five years ago -- which you can watch on my K² YouTube Channel-- just to let it all go to waste! It was a fun experience, and I am sure this will provide no less. Except for these two .. human beings. Karen. Karen. Karen. A manager isn't going to help you at High Voltage, doll. I hope you're ready."
Ready, like I am for this snack. I pulled out a couple of dollar bills. Crisp. Straight as could be. No way the machine wasn't...what the fuck?! OUT OF ORDER?! Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no! My forehead placed against the glass on the machine, my palm pressing firmly to the right of it. I stared at the Snickers bar, sitting just on the other side, waiting for me to save it from the grasp of this prison. But, I couldn't. Or..could I?!
That gave me an idea. Kneeling down, I pushed my hand into the opening where the snack would've originally had fallen should the machine be working. I worked my hand through, and upward..looking to reach for that Snickers bar.
K²; "Damn, this must be what Richie felt like on a daily basis. Begging for any sort of attention and ..well, probably food. I can see him now, standing on the side of I-75..holding up a sign saying 'Will Suck Dick for Anything..'. Yeah. Could any of us actually be surprised? He was from Florida, after all. And, you know what they say about people from Florida. EXACTLY!"
Exactly, was right. My hand was just ..right...there. SUCCESS! I swiped a finger, catching enough of the Snickers that it tumbled free from it's holding spot, and down into the vending area. Ahhh. My sweet, sweet nutty, choclatey bar. Carefully, I removed my hand and arm..and pulled that Snickers bar out of the slot. I grinned, peeling the wrapper down, as I started back toward my room. This night was a success. The same that Tuesday Night would be. I'll have my cake and eat it, too. Just you wait and see! Until then..
TOODLES!