Post by omen on Mar 3, 2018 22:06:19 GMT -5
Date: 2nd February 2018
Location: Downtown Detroit
"David for God's sake, put him down and let him apologize" the female voice says in a panicked tone as the tall man stood next to her with dark hair and a mid-length black beard holds the other younger shorter man a few inches off the ground by the throat pushing him against the vehicle behind him he releases his grip and "Honey this prick said... well you heard him" he turns back to the man who's now getting to his feet rubbing his neck "Next time you speak to my wife like that I will put your head through the fucking window of the car and there will be no need for it to be open, understand?" the man nods as the other man and his wife take a few steps back allowing him to open the car door, get inside and hastily speed off "You.. YOU'RE A FUCKING FREAK" he shouts through the open window of the car as it speeds off.
Omen shakes his head "I'm not big a fucking disappointment" he says turning to Sarah his wife "He called you a bitch, shit like that you don't let slide" he says watching as she reaches for her car keys and moving to the drivers side door opens it, slipping over to open the passengers door "This isn't some wrestling ring, it's a public car park, you can't go around doing that, are you wanting to go back to jail again." she starts the car engine, doing a quick check of everything before pulling out onto the main road. Omen sits in silence for most of the journey "There's a job offer come up, a promotion is hiring wrestlers" he knew she hated him wrestling, being away, the mood swings when he lost or yet another friend or tag-team partner screwed him over and the shake of the head she gives is all the reaction he needed "Sarah it's all I know, I can't be sat in an office all day, or flipping burgers, it's not me, I have to be doing something I like and all I know is the wrestling industry."
Sarah remained silent "Look I... kinda got in touch with this promotion." Her head swivels like the possessed Reagan from the Exorcist "YOU DID WHAT?" she says as the car comes to a dead stop suddenly "Did you think that I may want to be consulted, our kids grew up with you away for most of their childhood, and now in the final years before they go away to college you want to go on the road again, what about them David, what about me?" there is a long silent pause "This is about HIM... your so called friend, the guy you treated like a brother who has betrayed you numerous times, you can't protect him from himself, if he wants to make the same exact same mistakes you made, take the same risks you took, suffer the injuries you suffered then he is big enough and stupid enough to do it, he doesn't need you looking out for him and you owe him nothing, Nic WAS your friend but look at all the animosity and shit that has gone on between you two over the years, be friends with him fine, but you don't owe him starting all this again just to save his ungrateful hide David, let it go, you retired, you don't need to prove to him or any promoter how good you were... are"
Omen sits mumbling under his breath before saying "Well WCF are interested in hiring me, and I want to go work for them, if you don't like it then I'm sorry but I am not going to sit around the house fucking miserable growing old and fat just because the only thing I am any good at is something you hate, you used to wrestle Sarah, you used to be my manager, don't forget that this industry has paid for us to have the lifestyle we have rather than being stuck in some shit hole back in Lansing worrying about where the next pay cheque is coming from." He reaches over his hand softly stroking his wife's face his voice calmer "I understand I do, but I promise I will not take the sort of risk I used to take, no more being thrown form 12th floor hotel rooms to the pool below, no more fire, explosives, glass, razor wire, thumb tacks, fire, light tubes, maybe the occasional chair, I promise." he smiles and she shakes her head "Lying bastard, I know you David, I know the first time you get the opportunity you will go all 'hardcore' and 'extreme' and start getting out the toys the same damn way as soon as the referee turns his back you'll kick the guy in the nuts, not that I have a problem with that"
Omen grins "Good I have the most accurate deadliest kick to the nuts in the business." he smiles and moves in to kiss her cheek, he was trying to smooth talk her, and he felt like it was going his way. He understood why she hated wrestling, sure it had bought their house, put their kids partially through school, and made them richer than flipping burgers or working at the gas station would ever have done but it was the injuries, they'd forced Sarah to retire and forced Omen into semi-retirement that eventually became permanent, oh yes he understood. Sarah smiles "Oh go on, just make sure you win, and bring back the Gold" she relented because she knew she understood how he felt, it was in his nature to want to compete, to want to prove he could still do it and to silence the doubters and the "Where are they now" list creators.
Date: Sunday 25th February 2018
Location: WCF Presents Till Death Do Us Part, The Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Omen had paid for the ticket, the scalper had charged, or tried to charge him, five times the face value of the ticket but he had persuaded him that if he wanted to keep his face in one piece then it may be in his best interest to lower his price, and the guy unsurprisingly had relented, it wasn't that Omen couldn't afford to pay he was just a cheap bastard. He went the concessions stand and bought a soda and some popcorn, he wasn't back in the ring yet he had time to finish getting in shape for his big return to the ring, it just happened some may claim the shape he chose to be today was a fucking sack of potatoes though he'd disagree with that. He settles into his seat satisfied the people around him were tolerable and he concentrates on the ring, for the next few hours he carefully scopes the competition, most he has heard of if not ever faced, one or two he thinks were around when he was still an active competitor. Time seemed to fly and the soda and popcorn quickly dwindled as the night went on and he watched the entire show, fans around him were up and down cheering, booing, chanting and signs would go up and down, some turned around giving Omen the opportunity to see the wit and witticisms of the fans he knew he would soon be performing in front of, things were moving at a fast pace, before he knew it the show was ending and he along with everyone else was heading out towards the exit, the only real shock had been his old friend/nemesis/student Phreak, the guy seemed in need of his guidance, he sure as hell didn't seem like the Phreak he remembered, the Phreak that had been one of the most vicious members of the Karnevil in it's day. He listened to the excited chatter of the fans as he continued to exit the building among him, his hat and jacket, the collar pushed up, had hidden his face and no one had noticed him, though he doubted anyone would, not after this length of time as things in wrestling had moved on so quickly.
Omen's phone would ring and he pulled the cell phone from his pocket seeing the name of his friend, mentor and manager Louie Sypher. "Lou, Hey fancy you calling just as the show ends how did you know" he says cheerfully hearing the voice on the other end reply "Pay Per View Kid, since I moved here it's pretty much the only show I get worth watching other than a few episodes of Mid-South, so what did you think of the show?" there's a pause before Omen speak "I didn't see anyone I couldn't beat, especially Nic, you know he needs intervention, he isn't Phreak, he's just plain old Nic Williiams and that just won't do it if he wants to make it in this business." he leans against the wall watching fans stream out some heading towards the back of the arena in the hopes of an autograph or photo with their favourite wrestlers "Look Lou when you told me about WCF you made it sound like something new, it's not, it's something old, but that isn't a bad thing, this reminds me of the old style independent shows, of the shows I used to watch when I was younger and watching the AWA shows from Minneapolis, my dad was a big fan, said he knew Verne but no one ever believed him" Louie can be heard laughing "I heard your old man say that and I never believe it, but Verne remembered him, he used to be on the ring crew or something when he was younger?" there was a "Uhuh" from Omen to confirm it "He got too old but remained a fan long after the AWA closed." Omen laughs "Seriously though this place looks good, I will beat the living shit out of Phreak, I have to, he h as lost his way, he needs a reminder of who he truly is, tell your contact yes, I want in and I'll come in to talk about a contract as soon as he wants me to."
Location: Downtown Detroit
"David for God's sake, put him down and let him apologize" the female voice says in a panicked tone as the tall man stood next to her with dark hair and a mid-length black beard holds the other younger shorter man a few inches off the ground by the throat pushing him against the vehicle behind him he releases his grip and "Honey this prick said... well you heard him" he turns back to the man who's now getting to his feet rubbing his neck "Next time you speak to my wife like that I will put your head through the fucking window of the car and there will be no need for it to be open, understand?" the man nods as the other man and his wife take a few steps back allowing him to open the car door, get inside and hastily speed off "You.. YOU'RE A FUCKING FREAK" he shouts through the open window of the car as it speeds off.
Omen shakes his head "I'm not big a fucking disappointment" he says turning to Sarah his wife "He called you a bitch, shit like that you don't let slide" he says watching as she reaches for her car keys and moving to the drivers side door opens it, slipping over to open the passengers door "This isn't some wrestling ring, it's a public car park, you can't go around doing that, are you wanting to go back to jail again." she starts the car engine, doing a quick check of everything before pulling out onto the main road. Omen sits in silence for most of the journey "There's a job offer come up, a promotion is hiring wrestlers" he knew she hated him wrestling, being away, the mood swings when he lost or yet another friend or tag-team partner screwed him over and the shake of the head she gives is all the reaction he needed "Sarah it's all I know, I can't be sat in an office all day, or flipping burgers, it's not me, I have to be doing something I like and all I know is the wrestling industry."
Sarah remained silent "Look I... kinda got in touch with this promotion." Her head swivels like the possessed Reagan from the Exorcist "YOU DID WHAT?" she says as the car comes to a dead stop suddenly "Did you think that I may want to be consulted, our kids grew up with you away for most of their childhood, and now in the final years before they go away to college you want to go on the road again, what about them David, what about me?" there is a long silent pause "This is about HIM... your so called friend, the guy you treated like a brother who has betrayed you numerous times, you can't protect him from himself, if he wants to make the same exact same mistakes you made, take the same risks you took, suffer the injuries you suffered then he is big enough and stupid enough to do it, he doesn't need you looking out for him and you owe him nothing, Nic WAS your friend but look at all the animosity and shit that has gone on between you two over the years, be friends with him fine, but you don't owe him starting all this again just to save his ungrateful hide David, let it go, you retired, you don't need to prove to him or any promoter how good you were... are"
Omen sits mumbling under his breath before saying "Well WCF are interested in hiring me, and I want to go work for them, if you don't like it then I'm sorry but I am not going to sit around the house fucking miserable growing old and fat just because the only thing I am any good at is something you hate, you used to wrestle Sarah, you used to be my manager, don't forget that this industry has paid for us to have the lifestyle we have rather than being stuck in some shit hole back in Lansing worrying about where the next pay cheque is coming from." He reaches over his hand softly stroking his wife's face his voice calmer "I understand I do, but I promise I will not take the sort of risk I used to take, no more being thrown form 12th floor hotel rooms to the pool below, no more fire, explosives, glass, razor wire, thumb tacks, fire, light tubes, maybe the occasional chair, I promise." he smiles and she shakes her head "Lying bastard, I know you David, I know the first time you get the opportunity you will go all 'hardcore' and 'extreme' and start getting out the toys the same damn way as soon as the referee turns his back you'll kick the guy in the nuts, not that I have a problem with that"
Omen grins "Good I have the most accurate deadliest kick to the nuts in the business." he smiles and moves in to kiss her cheek, he was trying to smooth talk her, and he felt like it was going his way. He understood why she hated wrestling, sure it had bought their house, put their kids partially through school, and made them richer than flipping burgers or working at the gas station would ever have done but it was the injuries, they'd forced Sarah to retire and forced Omen into semi-retirement that eventually became permanent, oh yes he understood. Sarah smiles "Oh go on, just make sure you win, and bring back the Gold" she relented because she knew she understood how he felt, it was in his nature to want to compete, to want to prove he could still do it and to silence the doubters and the "Where are they now" list creators.
Date: Sunday 25th February 2018
Location: WCF Presents Till Death Do Us Part, The Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Omen had paid for the ticket, the scalper had charged, or tried to charge him, five times the face value of the ticket but he had persuaded him that if he wanted to keep his face in one piece then it may be in his best interest to lower his price, and the guy unsurprisingly had relented, it wasn't that Omen couldn't afford to pay he was just a cheap bastard. He went the concessions stand and bought a soda and some popcorn, he wasn't back in the ring yet he had time to finish getting in shape for his big return to the ring, it just happened some may claim the shape he chose to be today was a fucking sack of potatoes though he'd disagree with that. He settles into his seat satisfied the people around him were tolerable and he concentrates on the ring, for the next few hours he carefully scopes the competition, most he has heard of if not ever faced, one or two he thinks were around when he was still an active competitor. Time seemed to fly and the soda and popcorn quickly dwindled as the night went on and he watched the entire show, fans around him were up and down cheering, booing, chanting and signs would go up and down, some turned around giving Omen the opportunity to see the wit and witticisms of the fans he knew he would soon be performing in front of, things were moving at a fast pace, before he knew it the show was ending and he along with everyone else was heading out towards the exit, the only real shock had been his old friend/nemesis/student Phreak, the guy seemed in need of his guidance, he sure as hell didn't seem like the Phreak he remembered, the Phreak that had been one of the most vicious members of the Karnevil in it's day. He listened to the excited chatter of the fans as he continued to exit the building among him, his hat and jacket, the collar pushed up, had hidden his face and no one had noticed him, though he doubted anyone would, not after this length of time as things in wrestling had moved on so quickly.
Omen's phone would ring and he pulled the cell phone from his pocket seeing the name of his friend, mentor and manager Louie Sypher. "Lou, Hey fancy you calling just as the show ends how did you know" he says cheerfully hearing the voice on the other end reply "Pay Per View Kid, since I moved here it's pretty much the only show I get worth watching other than a few episodes of Mid-South, so what did you think of the show?" there's a pause before Omen speak "I didn't see anyone I couldn't beat, especially Nic, you know he needs intervention, he isn't Phreak, he's just plain old Nic Williiams and that just won't do it if he wants to make it in this business." he leans against the wall watching fans stream out some heading towards the back of the arena in the hopes of an autograph or photo with their favourite wrestlers "Look Lou when you told me about WCF you made it sound like something new, it's not, it's something old, but that isn't a bad thing, this reminds me of the old style independent shows, of the shows I used to watch when I was younger and watching the AWA shows from Minneapolis, my dad was a big fan, said he knew Verne but no one ever believed him" Louie can be heard laughing "I heard your old man say that and I never believe it, but Verne remembered him, he used to be on the ring crew or something when he was younger?" there was a "Uhuh" from Omen to confirm it "He got too old but remained a fan long after the AWA closed." Omen laughs "Seriously though this place looks good, I will beat the living shit out of Phreak, I have to, he h as lost his way, he needs a reminder of who he truly is, tell your contact yes, I want in and I'll come in to talk about a contract as soon as he wants me to."
