Post by smithharmon on Sept 6, 2006 15:30:26 GMT -5
What could be better Bryan had won in his WWA debut against Jack Daniels and impressively at that. Bryan was feeling on top of the world, and then he found out his next AWA match. He was going to be getting into the ring with a fierce competitor; he was going to be getting into the ring with Krista Lewis…
A girl…
BSH and Mr. Gorman sat in Gorman’s cheap and cheesy Kentucky office. The place was a dump, Gorman just rented out the space since BSH was going to be wrestling down south. It was a far cry from his posh NYC office, and the look on Gorman’s face showed his distain for being there. However he knew that Bryan needed to be almost babysat on a 24/7 basis and there was no one else Bryan trust who could watch him.
Bryan had fond of Mr. Gorman, sure Gorman scolded Bryan constantly about his behavior but this was just about the closest thing to a friend Bryan had made in years. BSH had a Wizard Bryan Smith action figure, and an Eric Dane action figure in his hands and he was smacking them together.
“Pow pow pow, take that evil doer.” BSH said as he smacked the Dane doll with the Wizard doll.
Gorman typing on his computer look up at Bryan and says “Bryan do you think you can stop playing with your toys now.”
“But Mr. Gorman I am just practicing to be like my daddy, see he can beat Eric Dane even.” Bryan replied as he has the Wizard doll stomp on the Dane doll.
A smirk comes across Gorman’s face, it is too funny but there is no way he could break the kids heart and tell him that in reality the Wizard played bitch to Dane constantly.
“Yes Bryan I can see that, but why don’t you practice real wrestling to get ready for Krista.” Mr. Gorman said shrewdly
“But Mr. Gorman I thought I told you I can’t fight a girl.” Bryan said naively.
Gorman shook his head he saw this coming from the get go, the AWA management must have had it out for Bryan they should have known better that he would never hit a women. This was going to take all of Gorman’s cunning.
“It is ok Bryan it is in a wrestling ring, it is allowed, she is going to hit you though, and don’t you want to win to make you daddy proud?” Gorman asked.
BSH thought about it for a moment or two. It was an ethical dilemma he wanted to win to make his daddy proud of him, but his mother also raised him never to hit a women. What would his Mama think if she was him beating up a poor girl?
“But ah, but ah, but Mr. Gorman…” Bryan began to say before Gorman cut him off “But nothing Bryan everything is going to be fine.” Gorman said along with a reassuring smile.
“Yeah but ah, Mr Gorman, ah, yeah, ah but my Mama would be very mad if I hit a poor little girl.” BSH mumbled.
“Bryan this is not a poor little girl this is Krista Lewis, Hell’s Bitch….” Gorman said when he is interrupted by BSH “OHHH! Mr Gorman you cursed again, you promised me no more curses, Mr. Gorman you have to go say prays now, you have to ask god for forgiveness Mr. Gorman, say a three Hail Mary before you go to sleep.” Bryan said sounding like the child he really is.
Gorman looks around for a second “Bryan you know I am Jewish right?” Gorman asked.
“Well yes Mr. Gorman I would be sheepish too if I cursed like you.” Bryan said with a profound sense.
“Jewish Bryan, Jewish not sheepish.” Gorman corrects him.
“Jewish?” Bryan asked puzzled.
Gorman sighed “I will explain another time.”
“But Mr. Gorman what does that mean? Do you like jewels, because my mother likes jewels, and my daddy loves big gold belts, and I want a big gold belt too Mr. Gorman.” Bryan says with stupid grin on his face
A light bulb went on atop the head of Mr. Gorman, “Hey Bryan you know what kept your daddy for getting even more gold belts?”
“What?” Bryan listens intently at the mention of his father.
“Wendy Briese, a girl, that is right your dad used to get beat up by an evil woman all the time. Most women are evil Bryan, and they are going to keep you from getting gold, and then when you have it, and you think everything is ok, you come home one day, and she is in bed with two of your clients, and she takes half of your money… er I mean gold.” Gorman said obviously talking from experience.
“But Mr. Gorman Mama is good.” Bryan answered him back.
“Yes Mamas are good, but Bryan most women are evil, and look at all the times that Wendy humiliated your father, do you want Krista to humiliate you?” Gorman asked trying to build up some anger in Bryan.
Bryan looked around for a second maybe Mr. Gorman was right, maybe it was ok.
“Mr. Gorman I will believe you if you give me the pouch of gold around your neck.” Bryan responded finally.
“What pouch of gold?” Gorman asked stunned.
“My mama said that your kind wear their gold around their neck.” Bryan answered.
“My kind?” Gorman asked.
“Yes agents, agents have in a little pouch around their neck.” Bryan answered stoned faced.
“Yeah ok Bryan you can have my gold if you just believe me.” Gorman answered sarcastically.
“Ha! I tricked you Mr. Gorman, my mama said that you gold is cursed, and you would do that to trick me to do what you wanted. Well I am not to be tricked I am Bryan Smith-Harmon, and I am the smartest man alive!” Bryan stands up and exclaims.
Gorman slams his head down to the desk, it was a lost cause
A girl…
BSH and Mr. Gorman sat in Gorman’s cheap and cheesy Kentucky office. The place was a dump, Gorman just rented out the space since BSH was going to be wrestling down south. It was a far cry from his posh NYC office, and the look on Gorman’s face showed his distain for being there. However he knew that Bryan needed to be almost babysat on a 24/7 basis and there was no one else Bryan trust who could watch him.
Bryan had fond of Mr. Gorman, sure Gorman scolded Bryan constantly about his behavior but this was just about the closest thing to a friend Bryan had made in years. BSH had a Wizard Bryan Smith action figure, and an Eric Dane action figure in his hands and he was smacking them together.
“Pow pow pow, take that evil doer.” BSH said as he smacked the Dane doll with the Wizard doll.
Gorman typing on his computer look up at Bryan and says “Bryan do you think you can stop playing with your toys now.”
“But Mr. Gorman I am just practicing to be like my daddy, see he can beat Eric Dane even.” Bryan replied as he has the Wizard doll stomp on the Dane doll.
A smirk comes across Gorman’s face, it is too funny but there is no way he could break the kids heart and tell him that in reality the Wizard played bitch to Dane constantly.
“Yes Bryan I can see that, but why don’t you practice real wrestling to get ready for Krista.” Mr. Gorman said shrewdly
“But Mr. Gorman I thought I told you I can’t fight a girl.” Bryan said naively.
Gorman shook his head he saw this coming from the get go, the AWA management must have had it out for Bryan they should have known better that he would never hit a women. This was going to take all of Gorman’s cunning.
“It is ok Bryan it is in a wrestling ring, it is allowed, she is going to hit you though, and don’t you want to win to make you daddy proud?” Gorman asked.
BSH thought about it for a moment or two. It was an ethical dilemma he wanted to win to make his daddy proud of him, but his mother also raised him never to hit a women. What would his Mama think if she was him beating up a poor girl?
“But ah, but ah, but Mr. Gorman…” Bryan began to say before Gorman cut him off “But nothing Bryan everything is going to be fine.” Gorman said along with a reassuring smile.
“Yeah but ah, Mr Gorman, ah, yeah, ah but my Mama would be very mad if I hit a poor little girl.” BSH mumbled.
“Bryan this is not a poor little girl this is Krista Lewis, Hell’s Bitch….” Gorman said when he is interrupted by BSH “OHHH! Mr Gorman you cursed again, you promised me no more curses, Mr. Gorman you have to go say prays now, you have to ask god for forgiveness Mr. Gorman, say a three Hail Mary before you go to sleep.” Bryan said sounding like the child he really is.
Gorman looks around for a second “Bryan you know I am Jewish right?” Gorman asked.
“Well yes Mr. Gorman I would be sheepish too if I cursed like you.” Bryan said with a profound sense.
“Jewish Bryan, Jewish not sheepish.” Gorman corrects him.
“Jewish?” Bryan asked puzzled.
Gorman sighed “I will explain another time.”
“But Mr. Gorman what does that mean? Do you like jewels, because my mother likes jewels, and my daddy loves big gold belts, and I want a big gold belt too Mr. Gorman.” Bryan says with stupid grin on his face
A light bulb went on atop the head of Mr. Gorman, “Hey Bryan you know what kept your daddy for getting even more gold belts?”
“What?” Bryan listens intently at the mention of his father.
“Wendy Briese, a girl, that is right your dad used to get beat up by an evil woman all the time. Most women are evil Bryan, and they are going to keep you from getting gold, and then when you have it, and you think everything is ok, you come home one day, and she is in bed with two of your clients, and she takes half of your money… er I mean gold.” Gorman said obviously talking from experience.
“But Mr. Gorman Mama is good.” Bryan answered him back.
“Yes Mamas are good, but Bryan most women are evil, and look at all the times that Wendy humiliated your father, do you want Krista to humiliate you?” Gorman asked trying to build up some anger in Bryan.
Bryan looked around for a second maybe Mr. Gorman was right, maybe it was ok.
“Mr. Gorman I will believe you if you give me the pouch of gold around your neck.” Bryan responded finally.
“What pouch of gold?” Gorman asked stunned.
“My mama said that your kind wear their gold around their neck.” Bryan answered.
“My kind?” Gorman asked.
“Yes agents, agents have in a little pouch around their neck.” Bryan answered stoned faced.
“Yeah ok Bryan you can have my gold if you just believe me.” Gorman answered sarcastically.
“Ha! I tricked you Mr. Gorman, my mama said that you gold is cursed, and you would do that to trick me to do what you wanted. Well I am not to be tricked I am Bryan Smith-Harmon, and I am the smartest man alive!” Bryan stands up and exclaims.
Gorman slams his head down to the desk, it was a lost cause