Post by Johnny Blaze on Oct 6, 2016 21:58:32 GMT -5
He stood in his living room near the front door. His gear lay on the chair next to him. He couldn't believe it was all done. His contract was signed and now he was a part of the Wrestling Championship Federation. It was all about to begin. He had already been put on his first card and it would be a real test of what he could do. He knew he was good but he wondered if he was good enough. The only way to find out would be to test himself against the best. In his first match he would be taking on eight others in a battle royal for the alpha title contendership. The final three combatants would move on to something called Gauntlet at Helloween, which Blaze figured was WCF's Halloween pay per view.
He seemed to be just in time for all of the fun. He threw his gear into his duffle bag, took one last look around and then stepped outside. The bright sun beat down upon him as he walked over to his 1998 Chevy Malibu and opened the trunk. He threw his gear inside and closed the trunk. He got in behind the wheel and after a couple of tries it finally turned over. He hit the road, leaving the past behind and starting over once again. This would be the third time. The first was when he was so ceremoniously removed from the service and the second was when he was extricated from the police force. Each one in turn proved to be the right decision for him in the end. He hoped this time it would be the same.
He knew nothing about the others that he would be facing in his match. He figured some may be others like him just starting out. Some ma even be long time veterans coming back from a hiatus due to one thing or another. It really didn't matter. He was confident in his abilities and his instincts would carry him the rest of the way. He started wrestling in high school and later when he was in the service. Then after he joined the force he wrestled more in his free time locally. He knew what he was doing inside the ring. It wasn't like he was going in blind.
The Malibu began sputtering and a huge cloud of steam began billowing out from under the hood. He coasted to a stop as he steered the car towards the shoulder. After jamming the gearshift into park he got out of the car and cursed as he slammed the door shut. "son of a bitch" he screamed as he surveyed the situation. After burning his hands he was able to get the hood raised. He backed up as the steam and smoke continued billowing out towards him. "Fuck" He cursed again realizing he was in the middle of nowhere. He grabbed his duffle bag out of the back and headed down the road. A million miles to go and very little time left to get there. One hundred twenty dollars and some change in his pocket. It could never be simple could it?
He seemed to be just in time for all of the fun. He threw his gear into his duffle bag, took one last look around and then stepped outside. The bright sun beat down upon him as he walked over to his 1998 Chevy Malibu and opened the trunk. He threw his gear inside and closed the trunk. He got in behind the wheel and after a couple of tries it finally turned over. He hit the road, leaving the past behind and starting over once again. This would be the third time. The first was when he was so ceremoniously removed from the service and the second was when he was extricated from the police force. Each one in turn proved to be the right decision for him in the end. He hoped this time it would be the same.
He knew nothing about the others that he would be facing in his match. He figured some may be others like him just starting out. Some ma even be long time veterans coming back from a hiatus due to one thing or another. It really didn't matter. He was confident in his abilities and his instincts would carry him the rest of the way. He started wrestling in high school and later when he was in the service. Then after he joined the force he wrestled more in his free time locally. He knew what he was doing inside the ring. It wasn't like he was going in blind.
The Malibu began sputtering and a huge cloud of steam began billowing out from under the hood. He coasted to a stop as he steered the car towards the shoulder. After jamming the gearshift into park he got out of the car and cursed as he slammed the door shut. "son of a bitch" he screamed as he surveyed the situation. After burning his hands he was able to get the hood raised. He backed up as the steam and smoke continued billowing out towards him. "Fuck" He cursed again realizing he was in the middle of nowhere. He grabbed his duffle bag out of the back and headed down the road. A million miles to go and very little time left to get there. One hundred twenty dollars and some change in his pocket. It could never be simple could it?
