Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2016 17:02:23 GMT -5
Darkness...
Then, the sound of a key working to manipulate a lock with some difficulty..Finally, with a grunt and a loud *clunk*, the lock disengages..A sliding metal roll up door claps and clatters upwards and sunlight bathes the scene, an abandoned gymnasium.
Various drop cloths cover thinly veiled gymnasium equipment; weight racks, press machines, benches, and in the center of it all, an enormous heavy tarp covers what appears to be an elevated, 4 side structure. The shadow of a man appears in the sun drenched doorway. The man walks over and flips on a light switch, revealing a whole ceiling full of fluorescent lights, which hum and flicker as if warming up from years of sleep. It had been years...15 to be exact...The lights also reveal a wall adorned with mirrors; another, adorned with photographs of a young, long haired man holding a championship belt with an attractive brunette by his side..In some, the young man is bloody..In one, he is on a stretcher, the brunette's hand on her mouth, tears in her eyes...The third wall holds racks of long rusted, dusty weights, curling stones, and various other workout devices. The 4th wall was covered by a mural in the shape and style of a road sign that read..."The Annihilation Station"..
"Home"...
The sound of clinking weights on a curling bar were followed in lockstep by labored breaths..The man from earlier is seen much more clearly now. He wears a white under tank more commonly known as a "wife beater", tucked into large sweats with tennis shoes. His hat, backwards, says "Big Dog" Justin Russell in faded lettering. The hat was black at one point, but has faded with age..A reminder of a time long since past..Glory days..Youthful days..Days before the company, the sell off, the fortune..Days before the comfortable house..Days before he bought his own wrestling gym in which to train and be trained by legends who've long since passed on..He sometimes wondered why he held on to this old building. It cost him a ton and was abandoned for 15 years while he made his fortune. He never went to it, choosing to instead focus on building his business. Now, he was hitting the weights hard for the first time in a while, and it hurt. But the pain felt good..He felt alive. And as he moved over to jump rope, his steps were not quite as light as they once were, but he willed his way through a full session.
"The Return"
The man stands in what is now revealed to be a full sized wrestling ring. Top of the line, tensioned black and white ropes, white turnbuckles, and a canvas resembling a freshly broken in snare drum head. The man leans against the ropes, then falls back, callousing his back to the hard canvas with multiple drops onto his back. He remembers the pain vaguely, and now as he continues to throw himself to the mat and back up, bounce himself off the ropes, and acclimate himself to the ring once again, it all becomes clear to him why he has kept this gym..His heart and soul were housed in this ring..
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Then, the sound of a key working to manipulate a lock with some difficulty..Finally, with a grunt and a loud *clunk*, the lock disengages..A sliding metal roll up door claps and clatters upwards and sunlight bathes the scene, an abandoned gymnasium.
Various drop cloths cover thinly veiled gymnasium equipment; weight racks, press machines, benches, and in the center of it all, an enormous heavy tarp covers what appears to be an elevated, 4 side structure. The shadow of a man appears in the sun drenched doorway. The man walks over and flips on a light switch, revealing a whole ceiling full of fluorescent lights, which hum and flicker as if warming up from years of sleep. It had been years...15 to be exact...The lights also reveal a wall adorned with mirrors; another, adorned with photographs of a young, long haired man holding a championship belt with an attractive brunette by his side..In some, the young man is bloody..In one, he is on a stretcher, the brunette's hand on her mouth, tears in her eyes...The third wall holds racks of long rusted, dusty weights, curling stones, and various other workout devices. The 4th wall was covered by a mural in the shape and style of a road sign that read..."The Annihilation Station"..
"Home"...
The sound of clinking weights on a curling bar were followed in lockstep by labored breaths..The man from earlier is seen much more clearly now. He wears a white under tank more commonly known as a "wife beater", tucked into large sweats with tennis shoes. His hat, backwards, says "Big Dog" Justin Russell in faded lettering. The hat was black at one point, but has faded with age..A reminder of a time long since past..Glory days..Youthful days..Days before the company, the sell off, the fortune..Days before the comfortable house..Days before he bought his own wrestling gym in which to train and be trained by legends who've long since passed on..He sometimes wondered why he held on to this old building. It cost him a ton and was abandoned for 15 years while he made his fortune. He never went to it, choosing to instead focus on building his business. Now, he was hitting the weights hard for the first time in a while, and it hurt. But the pain felt good..He felt alive. And as he moved over to jump rope, his steps were not quite as light as they once were, but he willed his way through a full session.
"The Return"
The man stands in what is now revealed to be a full sized wrestling ring. Top of the line, tensioned black and white ropes, white turnbuckles, and a canvas resembling a freshly broken in snare drum head. The man leans against the ropes, then falls back, callousing his back to the hard canvas with multiple drops onto his back. He remembers the pain vaguely, and now as he continues to throw himself to the mat and back up, bounce himself off the ropes, and acclimate himself to the ring once again, it all becomes clear to him why he has kept this gym..His heart and soul were housed in this ring..
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