Post by Sizzle on Jun 28, 2016 20:50:26 GMT -5
I ask myself every day. One question burns in my mind.
Why?
Why do I step into the ring and put my body on the line day in and day out? Why do I do what I do?
The answer? To succeed. To succeed, not only for the benefit of me and my family, but for those who couldn't succeed. Those who can't take down the terrible tyranny of those on top. The greatest challenge, after a torturous journey full of trials and tribulations is finally securing your spot as king of the world, which is what people fail to do.
I guess I'm sort of an advocate for the fallen victims of demons, mercenaries, and a god slayer. Heh, it sounds like some sort of mythological story. Someone is sending the most difficult challenges at me, forcing me to toil through such intense labors. I've already captured a few boars and slayed some savage birds. Now it's time to clean up all the crap that's been stinking up this stable.
crap. I've seen a lot of it in my short time here in WFWF, and it seems like I'm about to get up close and personal with some of the most disgusting and rancid pieces of crap in this place.
I'm gonna start with this Toboggan guy... Damn are you a strange fellow. I don't know where to start with you or what to say... And that's why I'm doing this place a favor by taking guys like you out. You don't have passion for the art of wrestling. All you care is about drugs, hookers, and making wrestling look like a complete joke. I'm not gonna discriminate against the elderly, but you're 68 years old and seem to have never won a match in your life so please stay out of the ring where real wrestlers show true ability and go back to whatever bridge you live under and eat trash like you did before you came to WFWF.
Although you're slightly more tame, you still don't understand what wrestling is about, mister Makoto Nishiyama. People don't want to see your Halloween costumes when they tune on WFWF. If people wanted to see someone dress up in kawaii outfits like you do, they wouldn't watch wrestling, they'd go to their local comic con to see them.
Now that all may sound a little contradictory on my part, but trust me, it's not. When I say I want people to succeed in what they strive for, I mean it. But I mean it for people that deserve it. You two don't deserve anything, except a cosplay trophy and a residence to an assisted living facility. You know what, though? I'm actually glad I get to face you two guys in this match. I could always get some more training in.
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Brandon took out his phone and opened up the messaging app. He clicked on his Uncle's conversation with him which was only an address his uncle sent to him. He told the cab driver where he planned to go and he was off. Just as the car started moving, his phone rang.
Mom: So, Brandon, are you going to your dad's funeral?
Brandon: Yeah mom. I'll be going. He was my father, I loved him, we just didn't agree on things.
M: If I'm not mistaken, the funeral is taking place in Baltimore, right?
B: Yeah, just near where I'm going now to meet up with Uncle Mark.
M: Wow. Uncle Mark? How long has it been since you've seen him?
B: A really long time, but as much as he meant to my wrestling career, there is no way I was going to decline an offer to come see him again.
M: Well good luck. I hope you have fun with him. He was always a great person to be with.
B: Bye mom.
M: See you, hun.
He began to doze off just as they pulled up to a warehouse.
B: Odd
Brandon looked around a little before realizing that this place was where he had honed his craft and trained since middle school. The double doors to enter the building opened up and out came Mark Bison. A grizzly bear of a man (in more ways than one), his sturdy build, hairy face and body, and his lack of a shirt made him stand out wherever he went.
B: Uncle Mark! Haven't seen you in ages!
Uncle Mark: I'm glad you made it. Ya did it quick, too. Come on in.
Brandon walked into the building and looked around at where he spent a lot of his life. Up and coming wrestlers trained in the exact same ring he had his first match in.
B: The place looks the same.
UM: If it ain't broke don't fix it. I've had tons of people come in and try to revamp the place and I told them to walk out every time.
Brandon took in the scenery of gym equipment, training rings, and all the people learning to master the art of wrestling.
UM: Let's cut to the chase, Brandon. I asked you to come here because I have something important to tell you. Come with me to my office, it's noisy out here.
The two sat down in a small office in the back corner of the school.
UM: I know you loved this place when you were training to become a wrestler, and it's obvious that you still do. And with you recently showing up in WFWF I think it's time to tell you what I've had planned for a while. I'm getting ready to hang up my boots and retire from wrestling and training, and I need someone to take my place.
I've got tons of guys here that I'm super close to and are great guys to lead the next generation of wrestling stars, but only one Bison.
That's where you come in. You are the only Bison with a passion for professional wrestling like no other. I want someone with that sort of passion running this place. That's why I want the Bison Wrestling Academy to remain under management of a Bison, and a passionate one at that.
Brandon, I want you to run this place.
Brandon looked around the room, down at his shoes, and back at the furry face of his uncle. He was contemplating the decision.
B: You want me to run the school? That's a bit crazy to hear.
UM: Look, Brandon,you're awesome and I want you to run this school. No one else would feel right, which is why I need you, but if you don't wanna do it, it's okay.
B: No, no, no. Let's do this. When do I start?
