The Golden Totem

 

 

The Golden Totem

By

Jobguyil

Buck had never seen an Indian-not a real one in any case. He'd seen people with Indian blood in them, but never a real live Indian who lived with his tribe. He knew about the Indian burial ground that lied some 25 miles outside of his Arizona hometown. He'd even gone close to them with some friends on a camping trip. Every time he went near, though, a shiver would make its way up his spine. The particular tribe that had made its home in that area was particularly vicious and had a reputation for being ruthless in combat, often raping the male captives of war to break their spirit and show the superiority of the conquering tribe. He had learned in his Arizona history class that it had taken the white settlers an extremely long time and many bloody battles to subdue the tribe. Now, all that was left of the once mighty Indian nation was their burial ground and some scribbling on a cave wall-or so he had heard.

Ringside Revenge

 

Ringside Revenge

Jobguyil

 He had agreed to do the match, but only on his terms. When his former promoter first called Adam and asked him to do a match for them, he almost hung up. He was, after all, the TV champion for the Texas Wrestling Federation. His wrestling career seemed to be made. It had been a year since Adam had left the small wrestling organization in Lubbock to join the ranks of the TWF in Houston. Since his move, his career as a wrestler had blossomed. He was getting better press and bigger matches. He knew how to do the flashy moves and had a body that any man would kill for. Topping off his success, he had just beaten the current TV champion, taking his title. Rod, "the Bod" Richards was furious with the promoters for the move too. He didn't like having his title taken away by a rookie with shiny trunks and superman moves. He was an old school wrestler, tough as nails, who had built a reputation as a real man's champion. The fact that this kid had come from nowhere and was given the title by the promoters was humiliating. So much so that Rod had resigned from the fed and left town. Of course, the promoters fed the press some line like Rod was injured or some such. It made no difference. The fans had Adam, their new TV champion. That was all that mattered.

Ex Marine vs Young Cub

 

 

Ex-Marine vs. Young Cub

By

jobguyil

Guys like that really pissed me off. You know the type. Ex-military, retired, crotchety old bastards that think they are the only ones who know how to do anything right. They sit around and bark orders, looking for an excuse to tell a younger guy that they're not doing whatever they're doing the right way. You tell yourself, if you can show the old fucker that he's wrong, it would be worth any price. Unfortunately, you rarely ask yourself exactly what price that might be…