Post by Rated R on Apr 3, 2008 12:28:20 GMT -5
It has been so long, such a long trip to get here, and yet as I sit here, it feels like it was only yesterday. As I look across the ring where I have fought so may battles, and now, it ends. So many matches fought on the house shows, and now, as I prepare for my final match on the house show memory’s flood back to me.
-- Flashback –
Two days ago
Sitting in a small house in a small unknown town in Nevada I stare out of the window and across the barren wasteland of the Nevada desert, the sand violently blowing across the landscape.
Kara: The helicopter’s ready Trace.
I look over my shoulder to see Kara staring straight at me. She looks tired and word out. Of course that’s not surprising, we have been here for two days and have spent the entire time researching, trying to find the research lab that I saw in my vision. So far, we have had no luck.
Trace: Thanks.
Kara: Are we going to have to keep doing this?
I look at her a little confused, unsure what she it talking about.
Trace: Doing what?
Kara: Flying you back every time you need to wrestle, we have only been in Nevada for two days and we have got nothing done.
I let out a little laugh, surprised that I didn’t realize what she was saying earlier, I guess the lack of sleep has dented my quick wits.
Trace: Wrestling is my life, the WFWF is my home, and I have to go back whenever I am needed, plus, I like beating people up.
Kara: Fine, but it better be worth it.
I look at her and grin.
Trace: It is.
-- Flashback Over –
As I sit in my hotel room, with its walls with tacky green wallpapers to the small bathroom, in which it is difficult to breath, let alone bathe, I think back to all the matches that I have had on the house shows, although not all were exactly the smartest matches to be made, I put everything I had into them, from putting my body on the line in the Hardcore X tournament, to going one on one with Obo. I have put my heart and soul into every match, into every show. Everything that I have ever done has led to these matches.
I can still remember the reason that I got into wrestling.
To hurt people. For as long as I have lived I always loved to fight, to be in power, to know that I am better than the person opposing me. Maybe not the greatest reason to start a career, but hell; at least I love what I am doing.
-- Flashback –
Two Years Ago
My fist connects with his skull, the power nearly knocking him out there and then. He stumbles back, startled, and I give him a minute to realize where he is, since I feel like a challenge.
We are standing I an octagon ring, surrounded by a large metal cage. People cheer us, well, me, as I get ready for my opponents next attack. The man opposite is taller are larger than me, but not stronger, and from my point of view I have the advantage right now.
He dives at me clumsily, still not having gained his bearings, and I easily side step him and bring my right fist clean into the side of his skull, sending him backwards, I follow his movements and send my fist clean into his skull, breaking his nose. Blood flies everywhere as he falls to the floor, giving me the victory.
I step out of the cage as faceless unimportant people check on my opponent. I wipe the blood away from my fist and find myself greeted by a man in a black suit.
?: I saw your fight in there, very impressive.
Trace: Thanks I guess, and you are?
He hands me a card which reads ‘Mr. Crane, Wrestling scout’.
Crane: So, have you ever considered a career in wrestling?
-- Flashback Over --
Everything I have done and yet here I am again, ready to blow the roof off, ready to hurt someone.
Ready to prove myself as Mr. House Show.
-- Flashback –
Two days ago
Sitting in a small house in a small unknown town in Nevada I stare out of the window and across the barren wasteland of the Nevada desert, the sand violently blowing across the landscape.
Kara: The helicopter’s ready Trace.
I look over my shoulder to see Kara staring straight at me. She looks tired and word out. Of course that’s not surprising, we have been here for two days and have spent the entire time researching, trying to find the research lab that I saw in my vision. So far, we have had no luck.
Trace: Thanks.
Kara: Are we going to have to keep doing this?
I look at her a little confused, unsure what she it talking about.
Trace: Doing what?
Kara: Flying you back every time you need to wrestle, we have only been in Nevada for two days and we have got nothing done.
I let out a little laugh, surprised that I didn’t realize what she was saying earlier, I guess the lack of sleep has dented my quick wits.
Trace: Wrestling is my life, the WFWF is my home, and I have to go back whenever I am needed, plus, I like beating people up.
Kara: Fine, but it better be worth it.
I look at her and grin.
Trace: It is.
-- Flashback Over –
As I sit in my hotel room, with its walls with tacky green wallpapers to the small bathroom, in which it is difficult to breath, let alone bathe, I think back to all the matches that I have had on the house shows, although not all were exactly the smartest matches to be made, I put everything I had into them, from putting my body on the line in the Hardcore X tournament, to going one on one with Obo. I have put my heart and soul into every match, into every show. Everything that I have ever done has led to these matches.
I can still remember the reason that I got into wrestling.
To hurt people. For as long as I have lived I always loved to fight, to be in power, to know that I am better than the person opposing me. Maybe not the greatest reason to start a career, but hell; at least I love what I am doing.
-- Flashback –
Two Years Ago
My fist connects with his skull, the power nearly knocking him out there and then. He stumbles back, startled, and I give him a minute to realize where he is, since I feel like a challenge.
We are standing I an octagon ring, surrounded by a large metal cage. People cheer us, well, me, as I get ready for my opponents next attack. The man opposite is taller are larger than me, but not stronger, and from my point of view I have the advantage right now.
He dives at me clumsily, still not having gained his bearings, and I easily side step him and bring my right fist clean into the side of his skull, sending him backwards, I follow his movements and send my fist clean into his skull, breaking his nose. Blood flies everywhere as he falls to the floor, giving me the victory.
I step out of the cage as faceless unimportant people check on my opponent. I wipe the blood away from my fist and find myself greeted by a man in a black suit.
?: I saw your fight in there, very impressive.
Trace: Thanks I guess, and you are?
He hands me a card which reads ‘Mr. Crane, Wrestling scout’.
Crane: So, have you ever considered a career in wrestling?
-- Flashback Over --
Everything I have done and yet here I am again, ready to blow the roof off, ready to hurt someone.
Ready to prove myself as Mr. House Show.