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Post by hCo.Bro™ [brandon_lee] on May 9, 2007 0:29:19 GMT -5
Staring at the floor of my locker room, I watch as the sweat drips off of my nose and collects on the tile. My mind is blank and the reality of my victory hasn’t sunk in yet. I feel more tired than I ever have, and my jaw throbs in pain from that unforgiving super kick I received.
There is a knock at my door. I know someone is on the other side but I don’t acknowledge them. Regardless, the door opens….
Voice: Hey, just wanted to say congratulations on your win. That was a hell of a match.
I nod my head in almost basic instinct and silence once again fills the room. I hear the door latch back and hear footsteps descend down the hallway. Only moving my eyes, I scan the room….
I am alone again.
I can’t sit here any longer, I need a shower. I take off my elbow pads and peel back the velcro on my gloves and remove them from my sweaty hands. Slowly I begin to take off my kick pads and unlace my boots. Normally I keep my things neat and tidy but I just let them lay scattered in the floor. Placing my hands on my knees I gathered enough strength to stand up. My body aches with so much pain; my knees especially. They have always given me trouble,normally just bear with it. I pull the draw string out from my tights and begin to untie it. Once stripped down I slowly made my way to the shower, taking each step at a time. I hesitantly turn the knob all the way to the right. I know that the water is going to be freezing. However, I pull the tab quickly. In an instant the water blasts from the shower head and hits my skin. The ice cold water feels like a million needles piercing my flesh. My eyes shut tight, my jaw locks with my teeth clinched together, and my muscles tense up. The pain is excruciating and too unbearable. I look towards the ceiling and gasp for air. In this moment I realize that despite the exhaustion and fatigue; I actually enjoy this feeling. I do because it is the result of doing something I love. That though it may not be as far as many have gone; my body was taken to a new limit. I gave it my all and even if I had lost I would be satisfied. I am more than ready to go back out and do it again. I want to become the best there is and ever will be! My body slowly relaxes and breathing becomes easier once more. The freezing water no longer bothers me.
Minutes pass and I have taken all I can. I shut the water off and reach for my towel. I gently dry each portion of my body and proceed to get dressed. I feel rejuvenated and refreshed. Glancing down at my cell phone I realize I have two text messages. The first is from an unknown number:
“Hey congrats on your win, I already have something in mind for you next week so get ready.”
My heart begins to beat a little faster and I assume it is from the booker. Another match is just what I need to feed the hunger growing inside me. Overwhelming with excitement, I almost forgot about the other message. It too is from a number I don’t know:
“Hey Brandon, you probably don’t know me, but I seen your match and I was impressed! Call or text me if you want to meet up, lol I think you could use a manager
.”
Picture Attachment:
Ashton
(kate beckinsale)
My focus for the first time shifts off of wrestling. I am mesmerized by the beauty of the girl in the photo. I would be insane not to seize this opportunity. She seems too good to be true and I am almost afraid to call, but I don’t want it to be too late. Can I focus on wrestling and school along with a relationship?
My thumb presses the call button…..
There is a knock at my door. I know someone is on the other side but I don’t acknowledge them. Regardless, the door opens….
Voice: Hey, just wanted to say congratulations on your win. That was a hell of a match.
I nod my head in almost basic instinct and silence once again fills the room. I hear the door latch back and hear footsteps descend down the hallway. Only moving my eyes, I scan the room….
I am alone again.
I can’t sit here any longer, I need a shower. I take off my elbow pads and peel back the velcro on my gloves and remove them from my sweaty hands. Slowly I begin to take off my kick pads and unlace my boots. Normally I keep my things neat and tidy but I just let them lay scattered in the floor. Placing my hands on my knees I gathered enough strength to stand up. My body aches with so much pain; my knees especially. They have always given me trouble,normally just bear with it. I pull the draw string out from my tights and begin to untie it. Once stripped down I slowly made my way to the shower, taking each step at a time. I hesitantly turn the knob all the way to the right. I know that the water is going to be freezing. However, I pull the tab quickly. In an instant the water blasts from the shower head and hits my skin. The ice cold water feels like a million needles piercing my flesh. My eyes shut tight, my jaw locks with my teeth clinched together, and my muscles tense up. The pain is excruciating and too unbearable. I look towards the ceiling and gasp for air. In this moment I realize that despite the exhaustion and fatigue; I actually enjoy this feeling. I do because it is the result of doing something I love. That though it may not be as far as many have gone; my body was taken to a new limit. I gave it my all and even if I had lost I would be satisfied. I am more than ready to go back out and do it again. I want to become the best there is and ever will be! My body slowly relaxes and breathing becomes easier once more. The freezing water no longer bothers me.
Minutes pass and I have taken all I can. I shut the water off and reach for my towel. I gently dry each portion of my body and proceed to get dressed. I feel rejuvenated and refreshed. Glancing down at my cell phone I realize I have two text messages. The first is from an unknown number:
“Hey congrats on your win, I already have something in mind for you next week so get ready.”
My heart begins to beat a little faster and I assume it is from the booker. Another match is just what I need to feed the hunger growing inside me. Overwhelming with excitement, I almost forgot about the other message. It too is from a number I don’t know:
“Hey Brandon, you probably don’t know me, but I seen your match and I was impressed! Call or text me if you want to meet up, lol I think you could use a manager
.”Picture Attachment:
Ashton
(kate beckinsale)
My focus for the first time shifts off of wrestling. I am mesmerized by the beauty of the girl in the photo. I would be insane not to seize this opportunity. She seems too good to be true and I am almost afraid to call, but I don’t want it to be too late. Can I focus on wrestling and school along with a relationship?
My thumb presses the call button…..
. I am developing a manager/girlfriend for hCo. Hopefully i can get back to the level of my first rp, anyways let me know what you think!
