Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 14:13:42 GMT
“Welcome back! You are listening to 105.5 the KAT! As always I am your host freak and with me tonight is a special treat for all of you pro wrestling fans. This man is a former hardcore champion and a Flint, Michigan native metal head… He is Kodi Jackson! I’m just going to get right into this and first off I’d like to welcome you here Kodi and thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to have this little talk with me. So tell me what it was like growing up in Flint. “
“Shit man it was hard as hell. You know, all the people listening know. Flint is not a nice place to live. You have gang bangers patrolling the streets like they own it. You have the highest murder rate in all of the United States! The place is bad news… But I wouldn’t change it a single bit. Nawh, this place is my home. Sure it’s lashed out at me but I’ve lashed right back at it. This is a home for killers and it’s a kill or be killed life style. Drugs, Sex, Violence it’s all here. I can’t even remember a time that I didn’t know what a needle or heroin was. But I think that all just made me stronger, the man I am today know what I’m sayin’? It’s just history and if you live in Flint, you're histories gonna’ be damn colorful. “
“ Ain’t that the truth? Flint is a home for the strong I will give you that. Speaking about the sex, drugs, and violence. What about that armed robbery charge man? Was it the streets getting to you? Or have you just always found that you liked to live on the more dangerous side of the spectrum. “
“ A mix of both I guess, ha. You know I was just a young kid, needed some money. So me and a few buddies of mine decided we would rob the corner store. Went to some local Vice Lords and got a gun and we were off. Rolled up on our bikes, kicked in the front door and stuck that gun right in the cashiers face. It was some old man, you could tell he wasn’t expecting it. I’m not even sure the dude spoke English – I knew I never seen him before. But he was speaking in some other language I was just telling him to put the fucking money in the bag or I’ll shoot. Finally my buddy popped one off in his shoulder and I grabbed the money and dipped. “
“But you didn’t get to far? “
“Heelll no! Them cherries n berries bust in my grandmother’s house and put me in cuffs as I was playin’ my new Nintendo. It almost killed my grandmother though. She couldn’t handle it so I just told her to take Rose and get up them stairs. Spent the next three years of my life in the system till’ I turned 18. “
“And that is when you decided to turn things around?”
“Sort of, kind of. I was at a local bar hammered off my underage ass and they had this MMA ring. It was ten bucks to go up against a so called pro. I put down my money went into that cage and just destroyed that fuckin’ dude. I don’t know what he was a professional of… But it sure wasn’t fighting. I picked him up and slammed him right down on his face, knocked him out cold. And from there I just kept doing random gigs for promotions around Michigan. Paid 2 grand to get two months of catch-as-can and I was pretty much unstoppable. In my last fight I locked the guy in a side headlock and he was out. Some skinny kid from the audience comes up to me after the show and asks if I had ever wanted to be a pro-wrestler. Which in all honesty I had at one point in time, before the robbery watching it on my grandmas little ass TV. But that was then.He told me what I could be making and I said fuck it and left flint. “
“Yes you were on your way to DreadCity, a training camp out in Chicago. I hear that it is pretty brutal out there – not your run of the mill everyday training center. “
“It was hell, growing up in Flint helped a lot. But the staff there really pushes you mentally and psychically to be a god damn monster. “
“What can you tell me about the staff? “
“Well there’s Jordan Prince, he’s a former golden glove boxer turned low-brow wrestler. He never really went anywhere in the business but he hits pretty fuckin’ hard. Then there is Billy Blade, He was a really big star back in the day and is just jacked to all hell! He’s a big dude and mean as a junk yard dog with rabies! He would just scream and scream at you until ya' did enough to peak his satisfaction. “
“And Dakota Smith? “
“The man is an evil genius! No really, he is so in tune with the business. I went from having almost no knowledge about being a wrestler, to just picking apart opponents before they even knew what hit them. He is a ring general… He may also be the sickest fuck I’ve ever met. As great as he is as a wrestler, my god does he have some demons. But even in his madness he was so helpful and guiding. He taught me a lot of things about the business and I owe all of my future success to him. The dude has a way of looking at things and it’s just…Incredible.“
“I’ve never had the pleasure but I have heard some stories. But what are you going to do now. Where does Kodi Jackson call home these days?”
“MetroPro Wrestling, I got an offer from there very recently. And after looking over the pending roster I decided to join up. It’s full of weak little bitches and is just perfect for the taking. It’s ran by a couple of goons Mort Goodman and Marty Sunshine. Marty isn’t half bad. But I have some bones to pick with Mort in the name of DreadCity. But then you look at the roster and you just start to think to yourself. Where did they get these skinny, pathetic, whelps? I think I oughta’ whip these kids into shape ya’ know? Show them just what people from the 810 are made of! Put this city on the map for something other than criminal activity. “
“I can’t agree with you more on that! It’s good to hear that there are people trying to earn back the respect Flint once had. But I’m afraid that is all the time we have. I would like to wish you a happy holidays Kodi. Do you have any last words?”
“Yeah, New York, New York… You better watch your backs! Because I’m bringing the streets of Murdertown to your back door. “
Kodi Jackson backs his chair away from the microphone as Freak goes back to DJing. Kodi who is dressed in a black KING 810 shirt and black cargo shorts waves to him before exiting the studio. As he steps outside the sky is a murky grey and a light snow is falling to the ground. It was the first snow of winter and already he was hating it. The big man shivered a bit as he walks over to his black Silverado truck.
*SCREECH*
The sound of tires rubbing against pavement curves around the corner followed by the sound of a semi-automatic gun. Kodi dives to the ground – just barely making it to the cover of his truck. Bullets and spraying across the ground and building, the back window of Kodi’s truck breaks open before the gunfire quiets. Kodi looks around and there is nothing, just an empty street with the car long gone. “I hate this fucking town. “
