Post by Danger10 on Feb 17, 2016 0:27:27 GMT -5
Today has already been a long day as I stop by a convenience store on my way to the gym. I contemplate having a candy bar but I don't wanna negate the work I've been putting in at the gym lately. Still, it's tempting. I head over to the cooler instead and grab me a sports drink. I pay the cashier what I owe and head towards the door. As I open the door and exit the store, 2 men are walking directly to me. Preoccupied with their own conversation they don't seem to notice me. I try to get out of their way at the last second but I fail as I bump into one of the men. He stops dead in his tracks, looks me up and down, "What the f*** is your problem? Don't you see we're walking here?"
At first I don't respond. How ridiculous is this guy, his friend and him weren't paying attention, I even tried to get out of their way and somehow it's still my fault. I just look at him annoyed.
"Wipe that stupid look off your face," he takes a step closer to me.
"Kick his a** CJ," his friend says, hiding behind him.
I simply give them both a nonchalant look to let them know I'm not scared.
"Next time you see us coming, you better jump out the way," CJ tells me.
At this point I feel like I better try to calm the situation, "Look, I tried to get out of the way but you guys weren't paying attention. No big deal."
"We weren't paying attention? So now it's our fault," he says still staring me face to face, "you saw us coming you should've got you’re a** out of the way faster."
Ok, this guy's just ignorant. I think at this point the best thing for me is to walk away. I'm a grown man now, my days of fighting in the street over nonsense is over. "Whatever dude, I'm out of here." I turn to leave.
BAM!!! My ear is ringing. He got a good one on me, I should've known better than to turn my back on 2 low lives. Now I feel punches landing on my body all over, but with the exception of the 1st one they don't hurt much. Thankfully these guys are too scrawny to do any damage. So much for walking away. I hate to resort to violence these days, but at this point what options do I have.
I drop my drink, turn and back up a few steps so I can square up. They both come at me, so I trip one down to even the odds, if only for a second. CJ's friend swings wildly and undisciplined. I dodge a right, then duck a left. I quickly give him a left of my own to his gut that seems to leave him winded. I nudge him back quickly, as I see CJ getting up out of the corner of my eye, and deliver a devastating right that seems to knock him out on his feet. He stumbles around as CJ charges me, I sidestep him and throw him to the ground. As he sits up I give him a right hand as well. Now he's out cold and his friend is leaning up against the store window. There's a few people standing and watching. One teenager has his phone out recording. Man, I feel like a jerk but those 2 dirtbags didn't leave me much options. I pick up my drink and head to my car pondering what I just did and what the repercussions might be.
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I've been hitting the gym harder than ever, trying to bulk up for my return. I can't help but notice something has been holding me back from elevating myself to the next level and I think my physique is it. I'm pushing 3 intense workouts a day into my already busy schedule. As much as I enjoy helping other people and charities I still have to do what's best for me. And what's best for me at the moment is to focus on my WFWF career. The more success I have the bigger name I become, the bigger name I become the bigger platform I'll have for my cause. I lay on the bench and pick up the weight. I bring the bar down to touch my chest and push up... National Championship.... I bring the bar down to my chest, No Remorse... I bring the bar down to my chest, Trace Demon...
I just know this hard work will pay off at No Remorse. I'm going toe to toe with one of WFWF's most accomplished superstars in Trace Demon. The dudes a tool, but I can't argue or ignore his track record. But I don't care what anyone says I've had my ups and I've had my downs, I've been to Hell and back and trust me, he's no Demon.
I've never been this amped up for a match before. I can't think of a better way to make my return to WFWF than to slay the monster that is Trace Demon. I know fans and my peers have been wondering where I've been, hell there were even times where I would wonder why I wasn't out there performing. What was I waiting for? But patience has never been my strong point. Patience is something I've been getting more accustomed to lately. I knew I wasn't ready, I knew I needed more time, more work. Now I'm ready. I'm more ready than I've ever been. Now the confidence comes natural to me. No more 2nd guessing myself and no more doubting myself.
I head to the locker room to collect my things and head out for a quick bite. I have to return for my 3rd and final workout of the day. As I gather my belongings I notice a missed call from Josh Dean. The Franchise has been blowing up my phone for a while now. I don't know the guy too well, but the few times we've crossed paths he's always looked out for me. I haven't had a chance to return any of his calls or talk to him but based off the voicemails he's left me it's obvious he has some sort of plan that includes me. As I leave the gym I wave to my trainer, Sean, to let him know I'm done with workout #2. He's busy mingling with other gym members but he gives me a nod acknowledging me. Just as I get to the door Dean walks in, he takes a quick look around before noticing me a few feet away, his eyes light up, "Bro, have I got to talk to you..."
At first I don't respond. How ridiculous is this guy, his friend and him weren't paying attention, I even tried to get out of their way and somehow it's still my fault. I just look at him annoyed.
"Wipe that stupid look off your face," he takes a step closer to me.
"Kick his a** CJ," his friend says, hiding behind him.
I simply give them both a nonchalant look to let them know I'm not scared.
"Next time you see us coming, you better jump out the way," CJ tells me.
At this point I feel like I better try to calm the situation, "Look, I tried to get out of the way but you guys weren't paying attention. No big deal."
"We weren't paying attention? So now it's our fault," he says still staring me face to face, "you saw us coming you should've got you’re a** out of the way faster."
Ok, this guy's just ignorant. I think at this point the best thing for me is to walk away. I'm a grown man now, my days of fighting in the street over nonsense is over. "Whatever dude, I'm out of here." I turn to leave.
BAM!!! My ear is ringing. He got a good one on me, I should've known better than to turn my back on 2 low lives. Now I feel punches landing on my body all over, but with the exception of the 1st one they don't hurt much. Thankfully these guys are too scrawny to do any damage. So much for walking away. I hate to resort to violence these days, but at this point what options do I have.
I drop my drink, turn and back up a few steps so I can square up. They both come at me, so I trip one down to even the odds, if only for a second. CJ's friend swings wildly and undisciplined. I dodge a right, then duck a left. I quickly give him a left of my own to his gut that seems to leave him winded. I nudge him back quickly, as I see CJ getting up out of the corner of my eye, and deliver a devastating right that seems to knock him out on his feet. He stumbles around as CJ charges me, I sidestep him and throw him to the ground. As he sits up I give him a right hand as well. Now he's out cold and his friend is leaning up against the store window. There's a few people standing and watching. One teenager has his phone out recording. Man, I feel like a jerk but those 2 dirtbags didn't leave me much options. I pick up my drink and head to my car pondering what I just did and what the repercussions might be.
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I've been hitting the gym harder than ever, trying to bulk up for my return. I can't help but notice something has been holding me back from elevating myself to the next level and I think my physique is it. I'm pushing 3 intense workouts a day into my already busy schedule. As much as I enjoy helping other people and charities I still have to do what's best for me. And what's best for me at the moment is to focus on my WFWF career. The more success I have the bigger name I become, the bigger name I become the bigger platform I'll have for my cause. I lay on the bench and pick up the weight. I bring the bar down to touch my chest and push up... National Championship.... I bring the bar down to my chest, No Remorse... I bring the bar down to my chest, Trace Demon...
I just know this hard work will pay off at No Remorse. I'm going toe to toe with one of WFWF's most accomplished superstars in Trace Demon. The dudes a tool, but I can't argue or ignore his track record. But I don't care what anyone says I've had my ups and I've had my downs, I've been to Hell and back and trust me, he's no Demon.
I've never been this amped up for a match before. I can't think of a better way to make my return to WFWF than to slay the monster that is Trace Demon. I know fans and my peers have been wondering where I've been, hell there were even times where I would wonder why I wasn't out there performing. What was I waiting for? But patience has never been my strong point. Patience is something I've been getting more accustomed to lately. I knew I wasn't ready, I knew I needed more time, more work. Now I'm ready. I'm more ready than I've ever been. Now the confidence comes natural to me. No more 2nd guessing myself and no more doubting myself.
I head to the locker room to collect my things and head out for a quick bite. I have to return for my 3rd and final workout of the day. As I gather my belongings I notice a missed call from Josh Dean. The Franchise has been blowing up my phone for a while now. I don't know the guy too well, but the few times we've crossed paths he's always looked out for me. I haven't had a chance to return any of his calls or talk to him but based off the voicemails he's left me it's obvious he has some sort of plan that includes me. As I leave the gym I wave to my trainer, Sean, to let him know I'm done with workout #2. He's busy mingling with other gym members but he gives me a nod acknowledging me. Just as I get to the door Dean walks in, he takes a quick look around before noticing me a few feet away, his eyes light up, "Bro, have I got to talk to you..."
