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Buckson Gooch and Soul of Philly
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Tournament Deadline: Thursday, February 28th, 2013
 
Buckson Gooch

--- Philadelphia, PA ---
-- February 8th, 2013 --


The sweet smelling air of inflight meals makes his mouth twitch as he anticipates finally getting off the airplane. To say that Buck was excited to meet up with TJ in Philadelphia would be an understatement. Buck is looking forward to eating some fine cuisine...not anything like what he just had to eat on the airplane. He’s just hoping that the undercooked food doesn’t give him the apple splatters.

Buckson looks out the window of the plane and sees the complicated circuit of streets, giant buildings, and cars waiting at red lights. He see’s wrecks, back-ups, fires. Life is so much more complicated in the big city. More gritty.

Buckson Gooch’s life could easily be described as pure. He’s in church every Sunday, married his high school sweet heart, and has worked hard to get to where he is without cheating. Buck works hard with his hands and they are a tapestry of scars. He lives without excess of drugs and drink because he sees the damage that they can inflict on individual lives and the lives of those around him. Gooch even farms the old fashioned way. Just like his daddy and his daddy before him. He doesn't live this lifestyle to make others feel bad, he lives that lifestyle because it goes with his beliefs and what he is comfortable with.

My Father taught us why a real man had two sides to his hand. The palm is for working...and the back is for teaching. My dad was tough on us. We needed it. This life is hard. I learned to work as soon as I could walk. I worked my farm and I love my farm. I love hard work. I love my family and I love my friends. I love my bride and I love my kids. I’m grateful for the upbringing I had. I didn’t have the frills of this life, I didn’t need them. I’m grateful for what I have because I know that I have earned it. I’m grateful because I’m the man that my father was. I love my Daddy. My kids love me, too.

I had a great role model for a father. I want to be a man like my father. That’s great for me and my family, but not good for those in the way of me taking care of my family.

Even though unrelated, Gooch’s past doesn't mean anything here at Clash of the Titans...but to be honest, the only thing that Buck can think about right now is getting off the plane.

Business class is how Buckson Gooch has to travel. Even with the extra space, he still finds himself cramped, even if the lady sitting next to him got up and moved. The woman sat next to him for about 20 minutes and said she had to go to the restroom, but upon looking back he saw her in 31E trying to rest comfortably. He may not be the height of hygiene, but he did shower for this trip...and it’s not even Saturday!

Most people would dress up for a trip, Buckson Gooch isn’t one of those people. His tattered overalls tell the story of his life. Worked hard, scrubbed clean, and taken care of as best as possible. Were their tears in the fabric? Absolutely, but lovingly they were sewn back together, stronger than ever. Tough.

The cabin door opens and first class is free to exit, Gooch crouches to get out, he grabs his small bag from the overhead compartment still having to almost double over. When he finally exits he stretches as big as he can and lets out a loud yawn that gains him further attention...for obvious reasons.

Gooch goes outside and sees people hailing yellow cabs. It’s almost as if he can see the fear in their eyes as the cab drivers switch their “off duty” light on as they see him, only to turn it off as they pass.

Buckson Gooch: I just can’t win for losing, now I’ll never get to TJ’s gym...wherever it is.

The giant redneck sits down by a column and holds his head in his hands. An elderly man walks by and gives him a dollar and pats him on the shoulder.

Old Man: It’s going to be okay, young man. Just walk down the road a spell and you can get the help that you need just go three blocks down. They’ll take care of you.

Buck excitedly gets to his feet, but the man is gone in the crowd. He pockets the dollar and smiles as he begins his trek down the busy road. The three blocks go by quickly and he looks at the giant door...A soup kitchen.

Buckson Gooch: Wow...I really must stick out...

Buck walks in and the guy in charge recognizes him.

Timmy the Volunteer: Hey! You’re Buckson Gooch! We’re glad to have you here, get in line! We need help today! What are you doing in Philly? Seeing TJ right?

Buckson Gooch: I’m meeting up with TJ today. You wouldn’t happen to know where Philly’s Gym is would you?

Timmy the Volunteer: Sure I do! It’s only a few blocks from here! You’ll be able to walk there with no problem...after you help us with the lunch time rush.

Buck nods accordingly and works the line for about an hour. Most of the people don’t recognize him, but that’s okay. He shakes Timmy’s hand when he’s finished and heads off in the direction of the gym. The gawks get old and Buck just nods and says hello...and he finally makes it to the converted warehouse.

Buckson Gooch: Philly’s Gym. This has to be the place, right?

Roger Gings: You must be, Buckson Gooch. Come on in the gym, man.

Roger holds the door open for Gooch and Gooch enters into the gym. He looks around and smiles. This place is great. He’s given a grand tour of the facility by Roger. Even upon entry Gooch is taken aback, there is a long desk with receptionists, a wrestling ring in the middle of the first floor, classes are going on in various types of combat. Some guys are rolling around on some mats next to the wall, Roger says they are doing MMA training. The ring has a few guys standing in a circle listening to Ernie Walters, the man who trained TJ. Roger takes Buck over to the weights...and Trey shows up.

Trey Gings: Oh, this is precious. Did someone not tell you how to dress for the city?

Buck scrunches up his face but realizes it’s not worth the confrontation. Trey is just messing with him, Gooch can take a joke.

Roger Gings: Don’t mind him, let’s go on with the tour.

Trey Gings: I have a better idea, let’s stop and see what you can do in a weight room.

Buckson Gooch: I haven’t lifted weights since High School. I’ve just done farm work...and it sure wasn’t in a place like this. This is amazing.

Trey Gings: Come on big man, let’s see what you can do.

Roger looks at Buck’s thick arms and chest and nods at him to go for it.

Trey Gings: Let’s slap three 45’s on each side.

Roger and Trey load up the bar, 315 lbs. Buck lays down and gets under the bar, positions his hands with his ring fingers on the notches and nods. He gets the bar up...and drops it to his chest and powers it back up with ease.

Trey Gings: Nice! Let’s throw another 45 on each side.

Roger Gings: The Razorback, going for 405!

The guys who had been rolling around the ring are now standing around and watching. Buck gets under the bar, lines up his ring fingers, takes a deep breath, and nods. Trey and Roger help get the bar up...Buck drops it to his chest, in a controlled descent...he breaths out hard and pushes up...HE GOT IT! He sits up and the MMA guys are surrounding him and patting him on the back.

Trey Gings: Let’s throw two more on! 495 baby!

Roger Gings: Let’s throw two and a halfs on...make it an even 500!

By this time the wrestlers have left the ring with Ernie leading the charge.

Trey Gings: Come on guys, let’s hear it for Gooch! This dude is for real.

They all start to cheer and Buck gets under the bar...He cracks his knuckles and lines up his ring fingers, takes a deep breath and nods...He brings the weight down to his chest...and breaths out hard, his facing turning red as he slowly pushes the weight up...he keeps pushing...and finally his arms lock out to the cheers of everyone around. Gooch shakes hands with everyone and the smile is plastered across his face.

Roger Gings: Hey man, let’s check out upstairs.

Buck tells everyone goodbye as they get back to their training. He’s feeling pretty good as they go up the stairs. The second floor covers less than half of the gym length wise and it’s all cardio machines. Any type you can think of.

Buckson Gooch: I’m not going to have to run 5 miles now am I?

Roger laughs and assures him he won’t.

Buckson Gooch: So where is TJ?

Roger Gings: Are...Are you serious?

Buckson Gooch: Yeah. I was wanting to talk to him about the Clash of Titans tournament. I think we have a good chance of doing really well.

Roger Gings: He’s not here, bro. He’s in Vancouver preparing for Asylum.

Buckson Gooch: Are you joshing me?

Roger Gings: Joshing? I assume you mean kidding. No, I'm not kidding. Did you call?

Buckson Gooch: Nah, I just thought he’d be here.

Raj feels bad for Buck and tries to make small talk with an obviously dejected redneck. They leave the second floor and go back to the first and to the entrance.

Roger Gings: So, what do you think will separate you and TJ from the rest of the pack?

Buckson Gooch: Well, his punches are some of the most lethal in the business and my Razorback Scrambler will knock anyone out...Plus...we’re monsters. I’ve worked hard for years...I’ve had to. I just came into a gym for the first time in years and put up 500 lbs. TJ and I will be making a big impact in ViW.

Roger Gings: I’m sure you will, big man.


Buckson Gooch: Well, like a scolded dog, I’m gonna tuck my tail between my legs and go home. Be sure to tell TJ I was here, okay?

Roger Gings: Sure thing, bro. Come back and visit us.

Raj pats Gooch on the back. Gooch walks back on the street and heads off, his bag in hand...his return ticket will come in useful on this trip...Buck left so quick he didn't give Raj the phone number. That might've come in handy.

--- Gooch Farm ---
-- February 15, 2013--


Much like our Earth keeping on spinning, we’ll see the star closest to us, that being the Sun. The sun provides food for the plants (through photosynthesis of course), provides heat for our bodies, and does so many other things.

Someone’s career is about to brighten up here in at the Clash of the Titans tournament here in ViW. One team is going to go from being a sparkle to being a bright shining, heat wielding force.

Buck wants it to be him and TJ. The Culture Clash. This thought has dominated his mind and may even have caused him to lose focus on his other matches.

If you don’t like the weather in Arkansas, just wait a few minutes and it will change. Buck has already been working for a few hours and the morning temperature was rising and the sweat was starting to pour...until the wind came. The almost instantaneous drop in temperature makes the damp shirt cooler, Buck shivers a little but gets used to the temp. Regardless of his feelings, work still has to get done. The world doesn’t take a break because life gets uncomfortable.

A goat’s cry breaks what was a calm morning. The shadow of a man holding said Goat is enormous. We see the shadow bring up a hammer with a large muscular arm go up come crashing down and a stream of blood falls to the dirty ground in front of the camera. Buckson Gooch picks up the goat and wraps it over his shoulders, he turns back to walk to the house. The house needs to be painted again, but today won’t be that day. Buck looks at the dingy green at the bottom from mildew and grass clippings and the dirty grime of the rest makes the house undesirable at best. Work never ends for Buck.

Buckson Gooch: Hey Mama, I got the goat.

Gooch had taken to calling his wife Mama years ago. He's a proud father who isn't afraid of hard work. A lazy man is a poor example, so Buckson keeps his hands busy. Around their farm there is plenty of work to be done.

Buck walks to the house and dumps the goat on a large table. The skinning will happen later. He uses his hand and tries to wash the blood off with the water hose before he goes into his house. Little sprays of blood matte the dirty rug in front of the back door.

Annabelle makes her way out to where Buck is.

Annabelle Gooch: What time did you get here last night?

Buckson Gooch: I rolled in about 11:00 P.M. I kissed you on the forehead, but you and Lily were out cold.

Buck strokes the hair out of her face.

Annabelle Gooch: How was the convention?

Buckson Gooch: It went fine. I even gave a presentation on horse care. Great times.

Annabelle Gooch: Well, I have some news you may not enjoy. You missed TJ.

Buckson Gooch: I missed a call from him?

Annabelle Gooch: No...you actually missed him. He was here.

Buckson Gooch: In PossomGrape?

Annabelle Gooch: Yeah. Apparently you forgot to leave your number and Philly’s Gym.

Buckson Gooch: Yeah, now that I think about it, I did. Good thing TJ and I will work together better as a team in the ring then outside of it!

Annabelle pats her husband on the back.

Buckson Gooch: Did you show him southern hospitality?

Annabelle Gooch: We had a great time. He’s a nice, respectful man. Seems the traits that make you do well in wrestling, he possesses as well.

Buckson Gooch: He’s one of the top wrestlers in APW, I hope that you are right sweetheart! I’ve still got room to improve, I hope I can reach his level.

Annabelle Gooch: Well, he left his phone number, it’s on the kitchen table. He’s wanting to hear from you.

Buckson Gooch: Thanks, Mama.

Annabelle hands Buck a towel and he wipes the blood off of his arms and enters the house to make the phone call. He’s looking forward to teaming up with TJ. TJ is a legend in this business. He packs the most wicked punch and big boot in the history of wrestling. Buck, being a rookie, is looking forward to teaming up with and training with TJ. TJ is a sure fire Hall of Famer. Buck is excited to get on the same page.

--- Gooch Farm ---
-- February 29, 2013 --


The Culture Clash had arrived at Gooch Farm late the night before, and Gooch said they’d need to be up at about 4:30. Gooch was surprised to come out into the living room to see TJ. TJ was up early and ready to work. TJ nods at Gooch and Gooch nods back. Even in the small things he can see why TJ is a legend in this sport...Gooch notices that TJ is the first one to where he goes and one of the last ones to leave. He takes his work seriously, and Gooch finds it refreshing that TJ is ready for a day of hard work.

Buckson Gooch: You want some coffee?

TJ: Sure thing, big man.

Buck goes to the refrigerator and pulls out two flasks.

TJ looks at it curiously.

TJ: I thought you didn’t drink alcohol.

Buckson Gooch: I don’t. This is a special blend of coffee. Takes many hours, Annabelle is very proficient in it. It’s been so busy around here she hasn’t been able to make it...because of the baby and all. She is into roasting her own coffee beans. She bought one of those old air popcorn poppers from a yard sale, she found that the machine could vent the chaff created from the roast. She pours in the green coffee beans and in about 6 minutes, we have our own fresh roast. She cools the beans, apparently you don’t want to grind the beans until they are cold. She uses a coarse grind for a stronger brew. This is a slow process as overheating the beans during grinding makes the end product bitter. This was a process that she has mastered over the past twenty years. She uses the french press, stores this sweet nectar in flasks. It’s stronger than anything you can get. Gets me charged for work in the morning.

TJ nods and opens the flask. Gooch and TJ take a swig at the same time. TJ’s eyes light up like he’s been given a jolt of energy. Gooch wipes his mouth with his sleeve and smiles while putting the flask in his pocket.

TJ: Now I understand how you can get up so early and do so much. This stuff is amazing.

TJ appreciates the effort that Annabelle had to put into making the coffee and is finding out that most of the stuff the Gooch family does is pretty particular. They aren't doing calculus, but they are thinkers. They are by no means dumb. TJ appreciates their southern hospitality and their work ethic. Gooch is proud of his wife and happy that TJ likes the coffee. Buck and TJ head outside and start to head to the barn. Some believe the work on a farm stops during the winter, that couldn’t be further from the truth. While the hay may be in the barn and the crops may be out of the fields, there are still plenty of chores to be done after harvest and in preparation for the growing season. In some cases the winter may even mean a busier time of work as animals never take a day off.

As winter draws to a close, it is the start of calving season and kidding season. So far, Gooch farm has had a better than average year of new life. Winter days in the barn can bring some extra jobs, as well. Water bowls can freeze, straw can become wet even faster than normal because of the snow and animals that graze at other times during the year need supplemental feed.

Winter brings with it the need to clear snow (this year a little less than normal), but it also is the prime time to get ready for spring planting. Gooch prides himself in being out on the field as soon as the conditions are right, and to do that, he has to have his preparation work done by early spring. So his land continues to produce a large yield, crop planning is an important job. He has to figure out which crops will be planted on which fields, using effective crop rotation.

Machinery has to be prepared for the coming work. During the winter months, you would not drive a car hard after it has sat for a long period of time without doing maintenance, the same can be said about equipment on the farm. Machine maintenance for spring also includes big things like checking the oil, to small things like checking the filters.

Buck and TJ grab some shovels and toss them in the back of Fungus (Buck’s ‘74 Dodge pick-up...named because the truck eventually grows on ya’)

Buckson Gooch: Oh man, Fungus has another flat tire. What am I running over?

TJ: Do you have the spare in the back with the tools?

Buckson Gooch: Of course, I do. Why?

TJ steps behind the truck and lifts it up. Buck is very impressed with TJ’s feat of strength. TJ drops the truck and Buck loosens the lugnuts and TJ lifts again, Buck removes the lugnuts completely and pulls the flat tire off. He puts the spare on and flips the lugnuts on. TJ drops the truck slowly and Buck tightens the lugnuts. TJ smiles at Buck. Buck is in awe...perhaps TJ was really onto something with the weight and cardio training. Buck is farm boy strong, but he could get to be elite athlete strong, too!

Buckson Gooch: You are a machine, good sir.

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The early morning work is done twice as fast because of having an extra pair of able hands. “More hands make lighter work” as Gooch’s Daddy used to say. Gooch explained what needed to be done and they worked hard at it. TJ was even able to help in the birth of a new calf. Farm work isn’t a matter of total strength all day. There are times that you need feats of strength, but endurance is what makes farm work difficult. Throughout the day, Buck has been impressed at how hard TJ is willing to push himself to do the work. While some would be for a break, TJ pushes through the pain. TJ compliments the strong, strong coffee a few times. Buck knows that Annabelle will be pleased with this.

With the chores finished, both men are drenched in sweat, covered in dirt, and pleased with a job well done. Two large glasses of sweet tea are waiting for the guys as they get on the porch and sit in the large rocking chairs. They both take long drinks.

TJ: Buck, I have to give you credit. Farm work is no joke...and you do this every day.

Buckson Gooch: I’ve done it for years, I’m extremely impressed with your endurance. You did everything that needed to be done. Part of me wants to build you a house next to mine so you can help me all the time. The work would go by twice as fast...but I know you don’t want to leave the city.

TJ: That’s true, brother. Philly is my city.

TJ takes another long swig of sweet tea.

TJ: While today has been good times, I’d probably better get washed up so I don’t miss my flight.

Buck nods as TJ gets up and leaves. Time elapses as TJ walks back out the front door to a Buckson Gooch who hasn’t moved.

TJ: Hey Buck, are you going to shower up?

Buckson Gooch: Why?

J-Mac follows TJ out the door.

J-Mac Gooch: Hey TJ, can I take you to the airport?

TJ: That sounds great, bud.

Buckson stands up and extends his hand, TJ shakes it.

Buckson Gooch: I’ll see you at Clash of the Titans.

TJ: With bells on, brother.

TJ and J-Mac get in J-Mac’s ‘81 Ford F150. J-Mac fires her up and leaves the driveway and onto the paved road. Buck takes another long swig of tea and looks at the dust falling to the ground from the truck.

Buckson Gooch: I do think this is going to work out jusssst fine.

The camera fades out as Buck pulls his hands through his still damp hair and he smiles at the ceiling of the porch.

---------------FROM THE HEART----------------
------------------OF THE POSSOMGRAPE POWER HOUSE ------------


I’ve been excited about Clash of Champions since I heard the event was taking place. Luckily, I have a partner who is willing to give a rookie a chance. While most people may overlook me because of my rookie status, TJ has spent hours working with me, on camera, and off camera.

This has been a great experience, and this great experience will culminate in successful victories. TJ and I both carry unique skill sets, just like our unique backgrounds.

That uniqueness sets us apart. We work well together and have learned from each other. Clash of the Titans will meet the Culture Clash head on.

The talent level for this tournament is insane. TJ, Keaton Saint, Jason Kash, Gates, Mania, SalTal, Rex Evans, TMarv, Noble, Fresh, Smith, Hyatt, Dempsey, DoDa...these are some of the biggest names in the world of wrestling. All of which have held illustrious titles...all of which help make Clash of the Titans the most prestigious tag tournament of 2013.

I’m honored to be a part of it.

I’m honored to compete in it.

I will compete. TJ is an excellent wrestler, but I’m no slouch. If I were, he wouldn’t have teamed with me. This is my opportunity to show that I’m a force in the interfed realm. This is when people learn who Buckson Gooch is. They can see I’m different physically. I’m ugly. I’m big. I don’t wear snazzy clothes. I wrestle in what I farm in.

What they will also see is a modern day beast. The PossomGrape Powerhouse will make those who make fun of his heritage regret it.

This isn’t about where you come from.

This isn’t about where you’ve been.

This is about where you are now.

Right now, I’m prepared. I’m ready. I’m excited.
TJ and I will go far in this tournament. He’ll be adding that city flare...and I’ll be sharing a dish of Southern Hospitality.
 
Soul of Philly

Monday February 11th, 2013 2:32 PM

We open the scene outside of Philly’s Gym, the gym owned by “The Soul of Philly” TJ. We see said owner walking into the gym dressed casual, jeans and a hoody. He approaches two men who are talking, his longtime friends, Roger and Trey Gings.

Trey.Gings *In a terrible Michael Buffer impression* In this corner, THE SOOOOUUUL OF VANCOUVER!

TJ just shakes his head.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know, that place is far too clean for my liking.

Roger.“Raj”.Gings Why?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Why did I spend two weeks in Vancouver? Keaton wanted me to hang around, he passed on a couple wise words and such. Showed me this gym he knows about that not many other do. It’s alright, but, I love my gym.

Trey, recovering from his failed impression, perks up and holds his finger up.

Trey.Gings Oh yea, that reminds me, you had a visitor while you were gone.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, Raj was saying something about it. Who was it?

Roger.“Raj”.Gings Gooch.

Trey laughs a bit at the name of his teammate for ViW’s Clash of the Titans.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah, cool, I told him to come by but forgot to tell him to wait for me to get back to Philly. Did he leave his number?

Trey.Gings Nope. He’s weird though TJ. Just a heads up.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Huh?

Roger.“Raj”.Gings What Trey means is that Gooch hasn’t been around a city a lot in his life.

Trey.Gings No, what Trey means is that Gooch is a redneck nigga, but you know, white.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’ve seen what Gooch looks like before.

Trey.Gings Really, because the last time I checked, you haven’t seen a girl’s gooch in quite some time.

TJ turns to Roger.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ He has been holding onto that one until I got back, hasn’t he?

Roger.“Raj”.Gings Yep.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Pathetic. I saw it coming a mile away.

Roger.“Raj”.Gings I tried to tell him you wouldn’t appreciate it, it’s a weak pun.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What made it worse was the fact that it was a lie. There wasn’t much to do in Vancouver, I went a hockey game, and apparently, puck sluts are ring rats as well.

Trey’s jaw drops.

Trey.Gings Next time, I’m coming.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not with terrible puns like that.

TJ heads up to his office which overlooks the former warehouse turned massive gym. Roger and Trey follow him up.

Roger.“Raj”.Gings So what’s next? Apparently Ernie was looking forward to teaching you have to properly recover from a clothesline.

TJ shoots Roger one of those, ‘don’t go there’ looks.

Trey.Gings And Ernie was also looking for you to tell you to never, ever, attempted a god damn drop kick again. His words.

TJ chuckles.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I got caught up in the moment. What can I say?

Roger.“Raj”.Gings Seriously though, what’s your plan for the next two weeks?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m going to Arkansas.

Trey.Gings Huh?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well I figure, I can get to Buckson’s farm before he leaves for Charlottetown and we can talk about this Clash of the Titans event.

Trey.Gings At least your inner-country bumpkin will be happy.

We fade to black as TJ sits behind his desk looking over some stuff as Raj and Trey continue to talk in the office.

Tuesday February 12, 2013 12:30 PM

We open the scene outside of the Bill and Hilary Clinton National Airport in Little Rock, Arkansas. We see the large hulk figure of TJ exit the building and looking around at the “city” of Little Rock.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sure as hell ain’t in Philly anymore. Now, let’s get a cab.

TJ looks to his left and right and doesn’t see many cars, let alone cabs. He waits for a couple minutes, waiting for cabs, and only one comes, a van. TJ walks over to the cab, but gets there the same time as a family of four. He gives the cab to the family and they thank him far more nicely than he’s accustomed to around Philadelphia. Far more polite “thank you” than the simple “thanks” he’s use to.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Shit, I know Southern hospitality was real, but hell, didn’t think I’d see how real.

TJ waits longer for another cab to come, eventually, after getting fed up with waiting, he approaches a man.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Excuse me, ah, I made the mistake of not telling anyone that I needed a ride to Possum Grape-

With the sort of excitement reserved for a socially awkward boy asking his crush if she has a date to prom and she says she doesn’t, the man cuts TJ off.

Southern.Man You say Possum Grape?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yeah, I’m meeting a friend.

Southern.Man Well you’re in luck, I just had to drop the misses off here, I was waitin’ to see her plane take off before I left back for Olyphant.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m sorry, I’m not from around here, is that close to Possum Grape?

Southern.Man Is it close? Does the paint on a barn dry faster in the moon?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sure?

Southern.Man Well, what are ya waitin’ for? Gonna stand there hoping a cab comes or sumthin’?

Taken off balance by the man’s upbeatness, TJ throws his bag into the bed of the man’s truck.

Southern.Man Say, you’re a big guy, you play for the Razorbacks?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah, no, I’m a professional wrestler.

Southern.Man GET OUT!

Confused, TJ gets out of the man’s truck.

Southern.Man I wasn’t being serious. I’m a big rasslin’ fan. I thought you look’d familiar. You’re TJ!

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea.

Southern.Man Oh man you gotta tell me sum of them road stories of yours!

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJI got a few. How long is it from the airport to PG?

Southern.Man Ooooh I’d say about an hour, hour half.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well then you’re gonna get a few then.

An hour later…
The man’s truck pulls along a dirt road and stops.

Southern.Man Possum Grape. You sure you don’t need any more help TJ?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thank you, but no. I appreciate the ride. I need to stretch out my legs.

Southern.Man The pleasure was all mine. Good luck in your next match. God bless.

TJ gets out of the truck and grabs his things, dusting off the dirt and dust on it and throws it over his head onto his shoulder. TJ shakes the man’s hand, hands his a couple bucks for gas, and begins to walk down the dirt road. As the man backs up, turns around, and heads back for more populated parts. TJ walks a good bit before coming to a gas station, you know the kind, dirt pads, two pumps and a small convenience store. TJ enters grabs a couple bottles of water, a couple bags of chips and a couple granola bars and heads to the counter.

Clerk That’s all?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea.

Clerk That’s twelve dollars and fourty-seven cents.

TJ pulls out his wallet and hands the man a credit card.

Clerk Oh we don’t take credit.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh ah…

TJ looks at his wallet, he gave the man who drove him to Possum Grape all the cash he had. He has a single ten dollar bill.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJI could probably do without the chips.

Clerk Which ones?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ All of them.

Clerk That’s gonna be seven dollars and ninety-seven cents.

TJ hands the man the ten dollar bill and gets the change. He goes to leave but the man clears his throat pointing to a jar next to the cash register that reads “Tips appreciated, cash only.” TJ rolls his eyes and puts a dollar bill into the jar.

Clerk Thank you kindly.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Hey, do you know where Buckson Gooch’s farm is?

Clerk Gooch’s? Yea, it’s ooh, about 3 miles south of here. Just follow that dirt road, it’ll be the fourth or fifth far you pass.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Thank you.

TJ begins to walk south of the gas station, he makes it about half a mile when he figures he can get a good run in. He takes his phone out of his pocket and his headphones out of his bag, plugging them into his phone. He opens up his Pandora Radio app and goes to play it, but it doesn’t work, citing poor network connection. TJ looks at the bars on his phone, no bars.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fucking AT&T. Looks like I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way.

TJ begins to run at a comfortable pace. He runs past old trucks and old people, he runs past stray animals and stray people. He runs past the second farm.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Two down, hopefully only two more to go.

On and on he runs, taking short breaks to walk , to drink his water, or to wipe the sweat off his face with his shirt. The warm Arkansas air filling his lungs as he catches his breath. He is stopped by a beautiful southern belle as she is working on the third farm.

Southern.Belle ‘Cuse me sir, but you look mighty hot.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah…thanks?

Southern.Man Say, I’ve never seen you before, you’re not from ‘round these parts are ya?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Nope, visiting a colleague.

Southern.Man You mean like Arkansas, you gon’ be a Razorback?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ No no no, not college, colleague, like a co-worker.

Southern.Man Oooh, well who you visiting.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know Buckson Gooch?

Southern.Man Sure do, Buckson use to baby sit me when I was younger.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I know Buckson’s kind of old, but shit, how old are you?

Southern.Man I’ll be eighteen in June.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJEighteen?

SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! TJ starts to run as fast as he can before the girl’s father can get to his daughter with his shot gun. TJ just runs and runs and run, not looking back. Eventually he stops to catch his breath.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ If there is anything that is like Philly here, it’s protective dads with guns. Shit…

TJ has passed his fourth farm and saw no one was home so he continued down the road to the fifth, and hopefully correct, farm. He knocks on the door as a short slightly large woman opens the door.


The.Soul.Of.Philly TJIs this the Gooch family farm?

Short.Woman Yes it is, may I ask who is asking?

TJ extends his hand.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m TJ, Buckson’s partner for the Clash of the Titans tournament.

The woman shakes TJ’s hand and welcomes him inside the house. The homey, welcoming interior doesn’t really match the thick-painted exterior of the house, as the woman fixes some of the pillows on the couch.

Short.Woman I’m gonna have to ask you to put a shirt on Mr….

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You can just call me TJ. You must be Annabelle.

She nods.

Annabelle.Gooch Yes sir. The soft and sweet to Buckson’s strong and steady.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ It’s a pleasure to meet you.

A tall, lanky young man comes through the hallway into the living room.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And this is J-Mac?

J-Mac.Gooch Yes sir, are you TJ?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yup.

J-Mac.Gooch I always thought my dad was gonna be the biggest guy to ever step in this house.

TJ shakes the hand of the son of a Gooch.

Annabelle.Gooch So what brings you to little ol’ Possum Grape?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Well Buckson came to Philly over the weekend while I was in Vancouver for Asylum.

Annabelle.Gooch He was.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And I was looking to return the favor by coming here, we talked briefly about working on our team work and communication at Survive and Conquer, is he home?

J-Mac.Gooch No, Dad already left for Charlottetown for Overdrive.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Shucks.

Annabelle.Gooch Well, you’re not gonna leave are ya? I’m making dinner.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What are you two having?

J-Mac.Gooch Stewed chicken with chocolate gravy.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sounds good.

Annabelle smiles and turns to J-Mac.

Annabelle.Gooch J-Mac, be a dear and show TJ around the farm.

He nods and leads TJ out of the house. From in the side the house we hear Annabelle.

Annabelle.Gooch I’ll call you when dinner is ready.

J-Mac leads TJ to the barn, large and in need a paint job. J-Mac opens the barn door and lets TJ in first. TJ walks in and look around at all the tools and sees a horse in the back.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You got a horse?

J-Mac.Gooch That’s Simmons, use to be Dad’s but he got too big to ride him. Every now and then Mom will go for a ride. He’s a good horse.

J-Mac continues to tour TJ around the barn, explaining what his chores are. They leave the barn and as J-Mac locks up the barn, TJ notices something he didn’t when he stepped foot on the farm.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That a ’81 F150?

J-Mac.Gooch Yeah!

Clearly, the truck is something that J-Mac has a lot of pride in as he walks quickly over, leading TJ to the truck.

J-Mac.Gooch Me and Dad, we fixed this up. This is my Simmons.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Haha, so it runs good?

J-Mac.Gooch Yes. I bet you don’t have these around the big city.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Not at all.

J-Mac.Gooch What it like?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Sad, all you see a hybrid cars or impalas raised up and put on thirty-two inch rims that cost more than the car.

J-Mac.Gooch No, the city. What’s it like?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah, it’s, it’s much different from here. Everyone is on top of each other, everything you walk too. You really can’t trust anyone because you don’t know everyone.

J-Mac.Gooch Sounds terrible.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Maybe because I’m painting the bad side. There’s so much to do though. You can go anywhere in the city and do something different. When you live in a neighborhood though, just on that block, it’s like one big family.

J-Mac.Gooch That sounds nice. Hop in, I’ll show you the apple orchid.

TJ hops into the truck and after a delay, it starts up and J-Mac drives it to the Gooch apple orchid.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Man, this is beautiful.

J-Mac.Gooch Really?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, fresh apples that I can smell. No smog. No crime, it’s beautiful.

J-Mac.Gooch You thinkin’ of stay in Possum Grape TJ?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Huh? No, it’s just, it a lot different than the city I’m so proud of. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

J-Mac.Gooch You make the city sound real nice. I wish one day I could go and live that city life, but I’ll always be a farm boy.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ First off, being a farm boy, it ain’t all that bad. I mean, look at your dad, he’s been a farm boy all his life and he’s got a loving wife, a house, a son that is growing up real fast and now a daughter, he’s got a life that guys in the city would kill for. Seriously, kill. So don’t make it sound like you got a raw deal in life. I mean I grew up in the city, a city that I love, but it drove my parent’s apart, I grew up on my own kinda, raised my brother and sister because my mom was always working to keep a house over our heads. The city gave me two real good close friends, but it took away my brother because he was shot in for being in the wrong store at the wrong time. But I love the city still because it’s all I know. I travel all over the world J-Mac, and of all the beautiful places I’ve seen, Philly will always be my favorite, my home, but it doesn’t mean I wish it was different. This farm boy life that you’re living, you don’t have to live it. It may seem hard to get out of here, but you know if you work hard enough you can go wherever you want, and I’m sure your parents will love and support you with whatever you want to do. You are young still, got a whole life ahead of you J-Mac.

J-Mac.Gooch Thanks TJ.

From the house…

Annabelle.Gooch SUPPER’S READY!

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Wow, you’re mom has some pipes.

J-Mac.Gooch And that wasn’t even her yelling.

TJ and J-Mac hop back in the truck and head for the house. J-Mac parks the truck and they head into the house and wash up for dinner. TJ sits down behind a big plate of food.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Oh, Annabelle, before I forget, here is my number for Buckson, he forgot to leave his number when he came to Philadelphia.

Annabelle.Gooch That man. I swear, he’d forget his bottom if I didn’t kick it into place so many times.

The table shares a laugh before saying grace. We fade to black on the TJ smiling as he eats his dinner.

Sunday February 17th, 2013 2:12 PM

We open the scene inside Philly’s Gym where two behemoths throw each other around the ring, one is Buckson Gooch and another a regular in the gym. Outside the ring, both TJ and his trainer, Ernie Walters, stand watching the physical sparring session. Buckson performs a textbook single leg and throws the man over his head. TJ looks at Ernie who has a large smile on his face.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What?

Ernie.Walters I haven’t seen something like that in ages. Since you left my gym.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Seriously?

Ernie.Walters Yea, I mean, everything I’m seeing Gooch do, it reminds me of you. He throw up 500 pound with little effort . He’s a smart guy, knows what his strengths are, doesn’t do any dropkicks.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I WAS IN THE MOMENT!

Ernie.Walters For a guy who is fairly new to the sport, he’s got a lot of raw potential. I’ve been training Travis for almost a year, and Buck’s whooping him pillar to post.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Maybe you’ve lost your touch.

Despite the lack of height, Ernie is still able to clock TJ across the back of the head.

Ernie.WaltersDon’t ever suggest that. Clearly, he’s beaten some names on Overdrive, so he has talent, but I don’t think he knows how much he has.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ He’s very simple. He knows what he wants and he works for it. He works hard for it. That’s the farm mentality.

Ernie.Walters But he’s got a wrestler mentality too. I couldn’t tell until he got in the ring, but he’s got an insane grip on Travis right now, like he’s holding him down for a shot.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Much like an animal.

Ernie.Walters Where as you use your power to put down, he uses his to keep down.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ What?

Ernie.Walters Look at him, Travis hasn’t been on his feet for quite some time. Look at the way he’s holding his grip and adjusting to how Travis attempts to get out. Where you would let them get up to put them down, Buck’s making them waste their energy to get out. You tired them out by pain, he tires them out by fatigue. Both effective but both are different.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ So what you’re saying is that I picked a good partner.

Ernie.Walters Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.

Ernie blows a whistle that ends the sparring session. TJ and Ernie enter the ring while Travis catches his breath.

Ernie.Walters Travis, go get yourself a drink and some air. You did good. You’re on your way.

Travis leaves while Buck has his hands on his head, catching in the air.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ How ya felling?

Buckson.Gooch Feeling good. Tired, but good.

Ernie.Walters You’ve got it kid.

Buckson.Gooch Got what?

Ernie.Walters Potential to do great things.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Yea, like team with me and shock everyone by winning the Clash of the Titans.

Buckson.Gooch Thanks.

Ernie.Walters Look, you rely a lot on your size and farm born strength, but you got a bit, small, but a bit of ability to make your opponent beat himself. You need to harness that a bit more and then you won’t have to work as hard to beat them.

Buckson.Gooch But TJ isn’t like that.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Because I never had that ability. My game always has and will be to beat my opponent up as much and as fast as I can. You, you can tire them out. Hit that Razorback Scrambler on them and give me a run for my KO money.

Ernie.Walters I think you work on your cardio a bit more, you’ll be a fine tuned wrestling machine.

TJ, Gooch, and Ernie continue to talk as the day goes on. Night time falls as the three are in TJ’s office.

Ernie.Walters So what’s your guys gameplan?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah, win.

Buckson.Gooch Haha, I think he means as far as strategy.

Ernie.Walters Don’t mind TJ he’s being smart.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m always smart, what are you talking about.

Ernie.Walters Come on, I’d like to get home before it gets too dark.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Fine, I think me and Gooch, we both are big dudes. We’re able to inflict a lot of punishment in a short amount of time. I think quick tags, more than anything would be good.

Buckson.Gooch But what about my ability to tire people out.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ That would be good to kill momentum I think. Ern?

Ernie.Walters Yea, Gooch, that skill is perfect to kill a rally from your opponents.

Buckson.Gooch Ok.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ But, if all goes to plan, we don’t have to worry about that. We’re gonna hit them hard and hit them fast, and knock em out before they have a chance to know what hit them. You alright with that Gooch?

Buckson.Gooch Yes I am. I’m ready to prove you aren’t a fool for choosing a rookie.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Gooch, I don’t give a damn what people are calling me. I chose you to be my Clash partner because I see a successful overlooked wrestler. I see someone who is far more talented than he gets credit for. I see a younger me, but better. I see someone I can trust to give it their all and that’s all I ask.

Buckson.Gooch You got it.

Ernie.Walters Good, now that that’s settle, whose up for some a few brews and a cheesesteak?

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I thought you said you had to get home.

Ernie.Walters Yea, I’ll get home after I get something in my belly.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’m alright with that, Gooch?

Buckson.Gooch I don’t drink but I’ve never been one to turn down food.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ TO TONY LUKE’S!

The three men leave the office and head for Tony Luke’s to grab some food and beer as the scene fades to black.

Tuesday February 26th, 2013 9:52 PM

We open the scene inside the house owned by TJ. We find TJ sitting on a coach watching APW’s Monday Night Meltdown.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I like Havok’s mentality, but he’s still a prick.

TJ notices us walk in.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ Ah good you got my call. So I’d like to talk about Clash of the Titans for a moment or two. I’ve got a lot going on right, I got a deranged man attacking me for no reason, I leave for Vegas tomorrow, then Coon Rapids on Friday, then to Dallas for Clash of Titans, which I’m probably most excited for. It makes me first foray into a massive interfed event. Representatives of all the great feds, we’re gonna see Rex Evans, Sally Talfourd, Kurt Noble, Doug E. Fresh, Keaton Saint, Buck Dempsey, Jason Kash, Jun Mazuki, CJ Gates, Donavon Davenport, Mark Mania, really I could go on and on with names synonymous with success, but I’d just be wasting time because you, me, we all get it. It’s a who’s who of wrestlers today. Champions, legends, they’re all there. So of all those names out there, why in the hell did I pick some rookie from Possum Grape, Arkansas? You asked that, everyone has asked that. No one has asked me why not. Why not pick the guy no know knows about?

TJ just shakes his head.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ I’ll tell you why someone wouldn’t pick him. They wouldn’t want someone with heart. They wouldn’t want someone who gives it their all time and time again. This man beat AC smith one on one several weeks ago, had the opportunity to pick his own stipulation in a championship match against AC and instead of choosing something that would put the odds in his favor, he made it a two out of three falls contest to prove that he could beat the APW Xtreme champion not once, not twice, but three times. He didn’t win, but just the fact that he wanted to prove that showed me that I had the right partner.

TJ gets up and walks around the couch towards the camera.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ You know, Buckson’s different from me. He is a simple man, cares for his wife, kids, and farm and that’s about it. Me, I’ve got a gym, a house, several interfederational events going on. All while being a champion. See that’s why I picked Buckson, but he’s a man with honor, heart, and love. He does things the right way, he does things with his all, and he does things because he loves to do them. So when we got to work against whichever Titans that get put across from us, I know that the guy behind me, he’ll carry his own and myself if I slip. But I won’t slip, he told me he wanted to prove that I made the right choice. I told him to stop, because the only person that has anything to prove, is me. I have to prove to Buckson that I’m not a false idol to look up to. I gotta prove to him that all those nice and respectful things he said of me, they’re true. Because despite where or how we were raised. Despite the cultures we come from, we’re on the same page. We both want to prove ourselves for our partner and that’s a scary thing. Because when you combine greatness in its truest form and proud Razorback, it becomes a scary thing. Because when you combine Southern Hospitality with “THE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLL OF PHILLY!” it becomes a scary thing. When you combine the busy life of a city boy and the simple life of a farm boy, it become Culture Clash.

He smiles and leans into the camera.

The.Soul.Of.Philly TJ And you’ll all find out that that’s a scary thing.

The scene fades as TJ waves bye to the camera.

 
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