Post by Ricky Vega on Jan 18, 2018 14:49:18 GMT
“So we’re here, back in my apartment in Delaware… and man does this shit hurt!”
Ricky moves his right arm a bit, his shoulder seems to be banged up from his match in Slaughterhouse. His chest is red and a bit swollen, probably thanks to the chops he received in that same match. He tilts his head, likely to crack his neck a bit, his eyes close hard as he’s likely in bit of pain, as he speaks again.
“Just got here after a flight from Chicago, which took something like…”
He puts his left hand index finger on his chin, as the image turns to black and white and slows itself a bit, before it comes back to normal and he speaks.
“An hour and a half to two hours possibly. I’m tired, caught a red eye just to get back here to the training facility as soon as possible. Man, this life ain’t easy but, if it was everyone could do it…”
He looks strangely to his right before speaking.
“Although now that I think of it, a lot of people do this *bleep* man. Like, how many Victoria Secret like models do you see doing this, rich people who have nothing better to do, actors who probably make millions doing movies, singers, hell, it seems everybody can do this shit nowadays. Even the 18 year old children of 30 year old wrestlers!”
Ricky laughs a bit at those remarks before retorting.
“I’m obviously joking, before anyone gets pissy baby out there and tells me I’m incorrect, in an attempt to look right, as usual.”
He scratches his head, as he closes his eyes and moves his right shoulder before it swells and starts hurting him again.
“But, enough about that. I did record some things over in Chicago this time around, so… we’ll be back in a minute.”
The scene then shifts to Ricky Vega holding his camera towards himself in the middle of a parking lot. It’s night time, and there is a line of people waiting to get in the venue. He has his usual backwards cap and a black hoodie. He smiles and he starts speaking.
“Well guys, I’m here in Chicago, at the so called ‘butcher’s den’ for Slaughterhouse. As you can see there’s a line to get in to this joint.”
Ricky gets close to a young fan who is wearing a black shirt of his. The smile on Ricky’s face is more than obvious as he speaks to the camera close to the fan.
“See, I even got fans over here. That’s good taste man.”
He signs the fan’s shirt and then walks to the talent’s entrance. There he sees Croy Calhoun entering and he urges Croy to say hi to the vlog. Croy simply waves his hand and gets in the venue.
“Man of few words. Anyway, you’re probably gonna see some highlights of the match… see you on the other side.”
Then the video cuts to some highlights of Ricky’s match that night before coming back to his apartment in Delaware.
“So, yeah. Now I’m back here in Delaware, training in SCCW. Because this Sunday… yes, this Sunday I Face Chino Hills. So, I maaaay do something similar to this then. But don’t hold your breath on it.”
A smirk from Vega precedes his final words for the vlog.
“So that’s it folks, I hope you enjoyed it. If you did leave a like… it helps me on this journey and well, see you on the other side.”
Ricky moves his right arm a bit, his shoulder seems to be banged up from his match in Slaughterhouse. His chest is red and a bit swollen, probably thanks to the chops he received in that same match. He tilts his head, likely to crack his neck a bit, his eyes close hard as he’s likely in bit of pain, as he speaks again.
“Just got here after a flight from Chicago, which took something like…”
He puts his left hand index finger on his chin, as the image turns to black and white and slows itself a bit, before it comes back to normal and he speaks.
“An hour and a half to two hours possibly. I’m tired, caught a red eye just to get back here to the training facility as soon as possible. Man, this life ain’t easy but, if it was everyone could do it…”
He looks strangely to his right before speaking.
“Although now that I think of it, a lot of people do this *bleep* man. Like, how many Victoria Secret like models do you see doing this, rich people who have nothing better to do, actors who probably make millions doing movies, singers, hell, it seems everybody can do this shit nowadays. Even the 18 year old children of 30 year old wrestlers!”
Ricky laughs a bit at those remarks before retorting.
“I’m obviously joking, before anyone gets pissy baby out there and tells me I’m incorrect, in an attempt to look right, as usual.”
He scratches his head, as he closes his eyes and moves his right shoulder before it swells and starts hurting him again.
“But, enough about that. I did record some things over in Chicago this time around, so… we’ll be back in a minute.”
The scene then shifts to Ricky Vega holding his camera towards himself in the middle of a parking lot. It’s night time, and there is a line of people waiting to get in the venue. He has his usual backwards cap and a black hoodie. He smiles and he starts speaking.
“Well guys, I’m here in Chicago, at the so called ‘butcher’s den’ for Slaughterhouse. As you can see there’s a line to get in to this joint.”
Ricky gets close to a young fan who is wearing a black shirt of his. The smile on Ricky’s face is more than obvious as he speaks to the camera close to the fan.
“See, I even got fans over here. That’s good taste man.”
He signs the fan’s shirt and then walks to the talent’s entrance. There he sees Croy Calhoun entering and he urges Croy to say hi to the vlog. Croy simply waves his hand and gets in the venue.
“Man of few words. Anyway, you’re probably gonna see some highlights of the match… see you on the other side.”
Then the video cuts to some highlights of Ricky’s match that night before coming back to his apartment in Delaware.
“So, yeah. Now I’m back here in Delaware, training in SCCW. Because this Sunday… yes, this Sunday I Face Chino Hills. So, I maaaay do something similar to this then. But don’t hold your breath on it.”
A smirk from Vega precedes his final words for the vlog.
“So that’s it folks, I hope you enjoyed it. If you did leave a like… it helps me on this journey and well, see you on the other side.”