S.H.I.E.L.D. time! This one is especially humbling because I was 19 maybe twenty. Alright. For a good solid decade Nintendo ruled the wrestling scene. Game after perfect game arrived at Nate Jetpack Ainleys house and wed create and wed wrestle. Unfortunately I had a Sega Saturn and an Xbox, so I get to enjoy the garbage that Yukes put out in their spare time. More like Yucks. Or Pukes. Nate had way more face time with Gunner and Boomer and it started to show. My success rate in the one on one scene started to diminish and soon I was just the sidekick. He would soften them up and Id lay em out. Every once in a while though, we got it on like Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. Which usually resulted in my prof. record dropping to 3 and 12. 2 NC. One Saturday, however, all the stars were aligned and the moon was reddish. The match was going my way, and my trash talk was beautiful. Back and forth the reversals flew with Zzenya always one step ahead. Nate just wasnt showing up. Victory was tickling my pride bone and Nate knew it. Then, unbelievably, the crushing tides began to turn. What was once a rhythm of piecing blows to his chest and forearms became a debacle of trickery and counter pins. My confidence began to fade and his began to swell. Before I knew it, good ol J.R. was taking the Lords name in vain and announcing an astonishing comeback victory. Nate, perhaps feeling my shame switching seats with my rage, left the room to do whatever Nate does when Im around. Quickly I pressed the gray lid release and plucked the half sized Laser Disc and used its plastic to scratch up my penny. The game still worked and the two younger brothers eventually ratted me out, but Nate was never able to trade that game at full gamestop trade in value. I think he got the message.
Posted on: Thu, 22 May 2014 02:26:31 +0000
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