Post by Sizzle on Sept 24, 2016 20:21:35 GMT -5
La Quinta Inns and Suites in Baltimore, Maryland
"I'm not ready for it, I haven't even met my full potential as a wrestler yet, how am I supposed to teach the he next generation?"
The papers that he needed to sign to become the owner of the school sat at the edge is his bed, next to them, a phone.
"I gotta tell him I can't take the job. He thinks I'm there but I know what's best for me and I know I'm not ready to train others when I'm not even the best I can be. "
He reached to his dresser and grabbed the poster for WFWF's The Gate.
"So that's my opponent? Another new guy? I feel like I'm the ticket in to this company. Am I?
This is the test. The Gate means more than what it really is. Not only is it the first stop on the road to golden opportunity, it's my rite of passage. The gateway to the rest of my career."
Brandon picked up his phone and started texting his uncle.
'Hey Mark, I've been thinking more about the job and I'm reconsidering it. I'm not so sure I want to take it even if I'm not ready for it.
I've decided that The Gate is my test. I jumped too quick at the opportunity last time. I should've given it time to sink in. If I win at The Gate, it might just not be the right choice, perhaps it is too early... But if I win, then I know for sure that I'm ready for total ownership of my own wrestling school, and perhaps SuperBrawl will be the crowning of me as the Golden Opportunity and the owner of the Bison Wrestling Academy.'
A few minutes passed, and Mark responded.
'Alright. I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I do want you to make the right choice, and if you have to take some time to decide, then you do that. As long as your happy, Brandon.'
'Thanks for understanding'
Cemetery in Baltimore, Maryland
Brandon walked through the tall grass. He finally spotted the plot in which his father was buried.
"There were times when you'd hit me and more often than not, I would forget about it and just move on. The good times I had with you outweighed the bad times for the most part. But one time put me and mom over the edge, and I'm sorry it had to be that way and I'm sure you are too.
That doesn't mean that the times we spent wrestling didn't go to waste. The fun times in the backyard when you'd introduce the champion of the world to the millions of imaginary friends in attendance, the times when we'd sit down and watch your old wrestling VHS tapes and DVDs in the living room for hours straight. I still remember all that, but for a while in my life I put that behind and focused on the bad times of telling people my black eyes were from baseball, or that my soggy eyes were from allergies.
Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it wasn't. All I know is that I wish that you and I shared respect for each other more than we had.
You could've been in the seat next to Mom when I wrestled my first match in the same arena you used to take me to when I was younger. Or when I debuted in the WFWF. But I don't want to dwell on things that didn't happen, or even the things that did happen. I want to focus on the things that will happen. Because living in the past is a waste of time. The past is dead. But some people don't seem to know that..."
Pauline's Jewelery in Islamorada, Florida
"Whaddya want for this one?"
Brandon looked at the watch through a glass display case.
Employee: "Sir, you have asked about every pocket watch in the store and we've told you the price for each one. This one more than once. You've said they were out of your price range every time."
"I just really want one of those pocket watches, the gold one especially."
"What's the occasion?"
"Why not? If my buddy Warren gets to act like he lived in the 50's why can't I?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"My pal Warren Goodwin, he's a fine young fellow."
"Who is this your talking about?"
"You don't know Warren Goodwin?! Haven't you watched your local wrestling promotion?"
"Wrestling? I... Don't watch wrestling"
"This man is a sensation, a throwback to the great era. You should have heard of him by now, I heard he's a big hit in one neighborhood in Chicago!"
"Really? What's his name again?"
"Warren Goodwin, you really should check out his work... Actually... no you shouldn't. The guy's a joke. He thinks acting like some sort of 50s gentleman will make him special, but it doesn't... Not in the way he wants, at least. I thought it couldn't get any worse than some cosplayer or a f*cking doctor, but whatever. He wants to throw back? I'll throw back. How much for the pocket watch?"
"Oh uh that one's worth about $5,500."
"Money's tight right now. Do you pawn?"
"Oh of course!"
"Alright let's do that. I'm sure I'll have more than enough money from the paycheck I'll get after I win against that damned palooka."
I dont know good luck 
