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Post by hCo.Bro™ [brandon_lee] on Apr 30, 2007 0:10:54 GMT -5
I’ve must have been running for hours now, but time is the last thing on my mind. I’ve spent my last few days here on the beach preparing for my debut match. Today however, feels different. The air is still and the silence is abnormally awkward. Clouds begin to engulf the late afternoon sun as I decided to call it a day and head back. My feet throb in pain as they hit the sand with each stride. Breathing almost seems impossible as my lungs feel like they could explode any minute, but quitting is not an option. Whenever I think about stopping, I think about my first match, my first chance to make an impression. Stopping will not be an option then and it sure as hell will not be now. Thankfully, I can see the parking lot in the horizon and the glimmer of my red Grand Cherokee. I feel as though I could collapse at this point. Once I unlock the door I can’t help but sit in the driver seat, close my eyes, and indulge this moment of rest. Thats until…
“Early in the morning, rise into the street, light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet…”
My cell phone rings.
hCo: Hello?
Chase: Dude where the hell have you been?! I’ve been calling for hours!
hCo: Damn bro. I’ve been running. My bad.
Chase: Dude its ok, anyways, have you been on the wfwf house show webpage?
hCo: No not recently, why whats up?
Chase: I was just checking out the roster and what not and I seen they have the card up for House Show 25!
hCo: Alriiiiiiiiight, anything good?
Chase: Hells yeah mofo, youre on it!
hCo: No way!
Chase: Yes way!
hCo: Dude, man that’s awesome! Who do they have me up against?
Chase: I don’t know exactly, but its his debut too and youre in a......(theres a pause and the sound of paper rustling)grudge match. What the hells a grudge match?
hCo: Ahhhh, Its basically a regular one-on-one match. Man….
Chase: Gnarly. This must be exciting for ya man I know how much you’ve been wanting this!
hCo: Damn straight. Not to mention all this training is actually going towards an actual match.
Chase: Yeah, well man I’m gonna split, taker easy and get some rest right?
hCo: Oh man you don’t even know. Ha Looks as though I’m gonna have to break this to my rents.
Chase: Oh damn, they aren’t gonna be happy at all.
hCo: Tell me about it, I haven’t even told them I got accepted on the roster.
Chase: Sorry bro, good luck with that and if I don’t talk to your before, good luck in that grunge match! Later.
*click*
Five minutes pass and all I can do is gaze out the wind shild at the sun beginning to set. A final drop of sweat falls from my nose and i snap back to reality. Talk about mixed emotions. Here is my chance to finally make an impact and on the other hand I have to tell my parents that I am wrestling. I wish my dad of all people would be happy for me considering he is the reason I was introduced to wrestling. I would watch it with him whenever it came on t.v. and we would go to see it live. I guess when you’re the son of the towns most powerful lawyer you have high expectations. I know my mom wants me to be happy, but only happy with a college degree. Here I am 20 years old, 20YEARS OLD! and afraid to tell my parents that I am a wrestler. Regardless what they think and everyone else thinks, this is my time and its TIME FOR AN IMPACT! Atleast thats what I want to think.
I turn the ignition on to the sound of that sweet V6 engine purring. Slowly I put my Jeep in gear and i set towards.....home. The drive seems longer than ever and my concentration is not at all on the road. All i can think about is invisioning my match only to keep being interupted by the "disappointment" speach Im going to hear. Can i really blame them though? They busted their butts for years to make a living and to help make sure that i can get a good education to also be successful. I can have anything i want, anything. But what i want isn't an option to them. We've had the talks before, only this time i went behind their backs and did it. I nearly just missed the driveway. I slowly creep up to the house never putting my foot on the gas pedal or the break. I dont want to get out of my vehicle. All i can do is sit and stare at the house. I never crossed my mind that I would be nervous about anything other than my match, I was wrong......
~Hopefully an improvement from my first! Again all criticism is welcome and GOOD LUCK FLAMEZ! Lets bring down the house!~
“Early in the morning, rise into the street, light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet…”
My cell phone rings.
hCo: Hello?
Chase: Dude where the hell have you been?! I’ve been calling for hours!
hCo: Damn bro. I’ve been running. My bad.
Chase: Dude its ok, anyways, have you been on the wfwf house show webpage?
hCo: No not recently, why whats up?
Chase: I was just checking out the roster and what not and I seen they have the card up for House Show 25!
hCo: Alriiiiiiiiight, anything good?
Chase: Hells yeah mofo, youre on it!
hCo: No way!
Chase: Yes way!
hCo: Dude, man that’s awesome! Who do they have me up against?
Chase: I don’t know exactly, but its his debut too and youre in a......(theres a pause and the sound of paper rustling)grudge match. What the hells a grudge match?
hCo: Ahhhh, Its basically a regular one-on-one match. Man….
Chase: Gnarly. This must be exciting for ya man I know how much you’ve been wanting this!
hCo: Damn straight. Not to mention all this training is actually going towards an actual match.
Chase: Yeah, well man I’m gonna split, taker easy and get some rest right?
hCo: Oh man you don’t even know. Ha Looks as though I’m gonna have to break this to my rents.
Chase: Oh damn, they aren’t gonna be happy at all.
hCo: Tell me about it, I haven’t even told them I got accepted on the roster.
Chase: Sorry bro, good luck with that and if I don’t talk to your before, good luck in that grunge match! Later.
*click*
Five minutes pass and all I can do is gaze out the wind shild at the sun beginning to set. A final drop of sweat falls from my nose and i snap back to reality. Talk about mixed emotions. Here is my chance to finally make an impact and on the other hand I have to tell my parents that I am wrestling. I wish my dad of all people would be happy for me considering he is the reason I was introduced to wrestling. I would watch it with him whenever it came on t.v. and we would go to see it live. I guess when you’re the son of the towns most powerful lawyer you have high expectations. I know my mom wants me to be happy, but only happy with a college degree. Here I am 20 years old, 20YEARS OLD! and afraid to tell my parents that I am a wrestler. Regardless what they think and everyone else thinks, this is my time and its TIME FOR AN IMPACT! Atleast thats what I want to think.
I turn the ignition on to the sound of that sweet V6 engine purring. Slowly I put my Jeep in gear and i set towards.....home. The drive seems longer than ever and my concentration is not at all on the road. All i can think about is invisioning my match only to keep being interupted by the "disappointment" speach Im going to hear. Can i really blame them though? They busted their butts for years to make a living and to help make sure that i can get a good education to also be successful. I can have anything i want, anything. But what i want isn't an option to them. We've had the talks before, only this time i went behind their backs and did it. I nearly just missed the driveway. I slowly creep up to the house never putting my foot on the gas pedal or the break. I dont want to get out of my vehicle. All i can do is sit and stare at the house. I never crossed my mind that I would be nervous about anything other than my match, I was wrong......
~Hopefully an improvement from my first! Again all criticism is welcome and GOOD LUCK FLAMEZ! Lets bring down the house!~
