Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 10:05:21 GMT -5
A glimpse of light crept through the mini blinds, illuminating the room just a little as I entered; hands in the pockets of my coat whilst a hood was slung over the top of my head, my feet were firmly placed on the wooden flooring. The fresh smell of deodorant filling my nose whilst the sounds of birds singing reverberated through the air, managing to creep through one of the opened windows. It was just a single room however had great length and width, a four sided ring placed in the middle whilst steel seats were scattered around the outside, only a few however. I looked up at the banner across the room, the room was now exasperated into silence as the whistling of the birds suddenly stopped, back to the banner, it had written "Perry and Will's Wrestling Gymnasium". A place which I was very fond and familiar with, as it was where I began my profession. Jubilantly, I began to walk around the room acknowledging the environment which brought back to me great memories for when I was a youth, I chuckled as I stopped when I reached a cabinet full with trophies, championship belts, pictures and numerous memorabilia's. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at the photo of my uncle Perry from back in the eighty's, in one hand a glistening championship in the other a trophy being held high in the air.
"He would of been proud of you."
A gruff recognizable voice echoed in the room, forcing me to turn my attention to the man who spoke. A man emerged from the darkness wearing a silk top hat, a long old fashioned coat and loafers. I knew it could only be one man.
"Its been a while hasn't it Chris? Or would you prefer it if I called you Matthew, oh wait no Joey Edwards?"
I smirked arrogantly as the man approached my position, opening his arms out wide as he greeted me with a hug. The man happened to be Mr William Wilson, an old companion of my uncle who had known him his whole life. A former professional wrestler and MMA performer, a world champion on numerous occasions however a torn ACL forced him to retire only at the age of twenty seven. He never did reach his full potential. Nevertheless he helped me from a young age to become where I am now, to achieve what I have achieved. Him and my uncle are pretty much the reason why I am a professional wrestler.
"Boy it's great to see you Will" I replied, in an enthusiastic tone.
"I say, you have grown since we last met how long has it been now! How have you been?" He questioned, licking his dry crusty lips afterwards.
"I've been great thanks.. got myself off the alcohol and smoking, really got myself focused on where I want to be and what I want to achieve. And yourself?"
"Oh thats good, good on ya. Well you know, I've just been running this dump, usual business."
As he finished his sentence we both turned our heads to the four sided ring. Clasping my hands together, I noticed a grin from Will who stood beside me, from ear to ear making his white teeth glisten.
"Oh, the memories aye kid... What brings you back here?"
"Visit some friends and family and what not-" Before I could continued I was interrupted.
"I thought you would of forgotten about us with your fancy house, and your fancy lifestyle."
"I wouldn't do that." I replied immediately. "I'll never forget where I started, and I'm grateful for the opportunity this place gave me. The opportunities that you and my uncle gave me."
"Oh really? If you were so grateful it wouldn't of taken you two years to come and visit me. Not even a call? Or a text or anything, I've gotten nothing over the last two years. Can you explain that."
There was a brief moment of silence as the atmosphere in the room went from welcoming to tense. I cleared my throat before replying.
"I still see him you know. A ghost. I don't even believe in them. However I'm gradually beginning to. Even when I'm in the ring. I see him. When I'm trying to get to sleep. I see him. I don't know what it means. What it signifies. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there, staring at me until the moment I blink then he vanishes."
"How often has this been happening?"
"Last couple of years. I've kept it quiet I know. I don't know whether he brings good luck or bad luck when I feel his presence or see him. I don't know how to feel... I guess the reason I haven't come here is because I've just been scared to face the music and come back to this.. all of this. I thought that even more memories would continue to pop until my head if I did ever come back here. I know it sounds stupid, you should never forget the past and what not. But its almost like I'm living in it, you know? I can't escape it. I'm trying but I just cant... I'm sorry for not being in contact with you and all.. I truly am Will."
"I can understand how that can cause you great pain and I forgive you. Its not a big deal. I was just curious with the reasons behind it.. back to my original question.. What brings you here? You know, to this place."
"Got a couple of matches coming up.. thought I might do with some training from the best around."
"From old me? Haha, I can barely perfect a drop-kick hahaha... but I tell you what, I got a class in a couple of hours. Sure they might not be up to your standards but it sure will put you to the test."
"Classic gauntlet match I'm guessing?"
"You know me to well!"
::::
3 Hours Later.
With a brutal roundhouse kick I quickly mounted on top of him, securing the win. After defeating seventeen other men, I had finally completed my training for the day whilst Will sat watching as a spectator, applauding me as I got back up onto my feet helping my opponent up before I exited the ring. Beads of sweat slivering down my face, my drenched hair all over the place as I reached for my towel throwing it onto my neck before beginning to unwrap the tape around my wrist.
"Well. You've certainly gotten a lot better. I can see the intensity levels have been raised, your faster on your feet, have a better understanding of your awareness, not forgetting your agility and your deceptive ways to trick your opponents."
"I was trained by the best." I replied, wiping away the sweat with the back of my hand as I finished unwrapping the tape from my right hand, afterwards moving onto my left.
"I may of taught you it, but you've now mastered the arts. If I had to point out something you lack.. its probably durability.. but we can work on that in the upcoming days."
"Whilst were on the subject on the upcoming days.. I'm not sticking around for too long."
"Thats a shame. I was looking forward to working on some new stuff and what not-"
"I was hoping that you could come out with me to Croydon, you know in London, the south of it I believe. I have a match upcoming over their, for an independent promotion I've just signed for. I was just thinking.. maybe you could you know.. assess my skills and give me analysis after my matches and stuff.. sort of like a manager?"
"Its about time.. I thought you'd never ask, always been up for a role in managerial side of wrestling. I'm in. However you will have to pay for my accommodation and what not. "
"Already got it sorted. Been over there for the past couple of weeks, not just for the upcoming match but also for the Legacy Tour."
"I'm aware of that. Managed to catch you on tv the other night against a Shawn Alexander Cage, unlucky with that match kid."
"Well yeah, he deserved the win, I haven't been on top form as of late, hence the reason I've come back to Detroit for the day to find you."
Eventually the conversation took us over to his office, where he was gathering all of his essential he may need to take.
"Whens the flight?" he asked, whilst looking down at his desk.
"7pm. So we've got a lot of time, no need to rush with your packing."
"The quicker we get there, the more time we have to get to work."
I nodded my head in approval to his statement whilst leaning against the mantelpiece, wondering if this training and managerial advice was all going to pay off.
"He would of been proud of you."
A gruff recognizable voice echoed in the room, forcing me to turn my attention to the man who spoke. A man emerged from the darkness wearing a silk top hat, a long old fashioned coat and loafers. I knew it could only be one man.
"Its been a while hasn't it Chris? Or would you prefer it if I called you Matthew, oh wait no Joey Edwards?"
I smirked arrogantly as the man approached my position, opening his arms out wide as he greeted me with a hug. The man happened to be Mr William Wilson, an old companion of my uncle who had known him his whole life. A former professional wrestler and MMA performer, a world champion on numerous occasions however a torn ACL forced him to retire only at the age of twenty seven. He never did reach his full potential. Nevertheless he helped me from a young age to become where I am now, to achieve what I have achieved. Him and my uncle are pretty much the reason why I am a professional wrestler.
"Boy it's great to see you Will" I replied, in an enthusiastic tone.
"I say, you have grown since we last met how long has it been now! How have you been?" He questioned, licking his dry crusty lips afterwards.
"I've been great thanks.. got myself off the alcohol and smoking, really got myself focused on where I want to be and what I want to achieve. And yourself?"
"Oh thats good, good on ya. Well you know, I've just been running this dump, usual business."
As he finished his sentence we both turned our heads to the four sided ring. Clasping my hands together, I noticed a grin from Will who stood beside me, from ear to ear making his white teeth glisten.
"Oh, the memories aye kid... What brings you back here?"
"Visit some friends and family and what not-" Before I could continued I was interrupted.
"I thought you would of forgotten about us with your fancy house, and your fancy lifestyle."
"I wouldn't do that." I replied immediately. "I'll never forget where I started, and I'm grateful for the opportunity this place gave me. The opportunities that you and my uncle gave me."
"Oh really? If you were so grateful it wouldn't of taken you two years to come and visit me. Not even a call? Or a text or anything, I've gotten nothing over the last two years. Can you explain that."
There was a brief moment of silence as the atmosphere in the room went from welcoming to tense. I cleared my throat before replying.
"I still see him you know. A ghost. I don't even believe in them. However I'm gradually beginning to. Even when I'm in the ring. I see him. When I'm trying to get to sleep. I see him. I don't know what it means. What it signifies. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there, staring at me until the moment I blink then he vanishes."
"How often has this been happening?"
"Last couple of years. I've kept it quiet I know. I don't know whether he brings good luck or bad luck when I feel his presence or see him. I don't know how to feel... I guess the reason I haven't come here is because I've just been scared to face the music and come back to this.. all of this. I thought that even more memories would continue to pop until my head if I did ever come back here. I know it sounds stupid, you should never forget the past and what not. But its almost like I'm living in it, you know? I can't escape it. I'm trying but I just cant... I'm sorry for not being in contact with you and all.. I truly am Will."
"I can understand how that can cause you great pain and I forgive you. Its not a big deal. I was just curious with the reasons behind it.. back to my original question.. What brings you here? You know, to this place."
"Got a couple of matches coming up.. thought I might do with some training from the best around."
"From old me? Haha, I can barely perfect a drop-kick hahaha... but I tell you what, I got a class in a couple of hours. Sure they might not be up to your standards but it sure will put you to the test."
"Classic gauntlet match I'm guessing?"
"You know me to well!"
::::
3 Hours Later.
With a brutal roundhouse kick I quickly mounted on top of him, securing the win. After defeating seventeen other men, I had finally completed my training for the day whilst Will sat watching as a spectator, applauding me as I got back up onto my feet helping my opponent up before I exited the ring. Beads of sweat slivering down my face, my drenched hair all over the place as I reached for my towel throwing it onto my neck before beginning to unwrap the tape around my wrist.
"Well. You've certainly gotten a lot better. I can see the intensity levels have been raised, your faster on your feet, have a better understanding of your awareness, not forgetting your agility and your deceptive ways to trick your opponents."
"I was trained by the best." I replied, wiping away the sweat with the back of my hand as I finished unwrapping the tape from my right hand, afterwards moving onto my left.
"I may of taught you it, but you've now mastered the arts. If I had to point out something you lack.. its probably durability.. but we can work on that in the upcoming days."
"Whilst were on the subject on the upcoming days.. I'm not sticking around for too long."
"Thats a shame. I was looking forward to working on some new stuff and what not-"
"I was hoping that you could come out with me to Croydon, you know in London, the south of it I believe. I have a match upcoming over their, for an independent promotion I've just signed for. I was just thinking.. maybe you could you know.. assess my skills and give me analysis after my matches and stuff.. sort of like a manager?"
"Its about time.. I thought you'd never ask, always been up for a role in managerial side of wrestling. I'm in. However you will have to pay for my accommodation and what not. "
"Already got it sorted. Been over there for the past couple of weeks, not just for the upcoming match but also for the Legacy Tour."
"I'm aware of that. Managed to catch you on tv the other night against a Shawn Alexander Cage, unlucky with that match kid."
"Well yeah, he deserved the win, I haven't been on top form as of late, hence the reason I've come back to Detroit for the day to find you."
Eventually the conversation took us over to his office, where he was gathering all of his essential he may need to take.
"Whens the flight?" he asked, whilst looking down at his desk.
"7pm. So we've got a lot of time, no need to rush with your packing."
"The quicker we get there, the more time we have to get to work."
I nodded my head in approval to his statement whilst leaning against the mantelpiece, wondering if this training and managerial advice was all going to pay off.
