Not What I was Expecting
Sept 1, 2022 21:39:33 GMT
"The Maestro" Rhett Dawson and "Cold Blooded" Sawyer Wade like this
Post by "Cold Blooded" Sawyer Wade on Sept 1, 2022 21:39:33 GMT
It's been said to tell a good story, to truly capture an audience, you must first set a proper scene. One that reflects the tone of the story you plan to tell, that highlights the important parts of your narrative. For this story the scene needs to be bleak, real doom and gloom stuff.
A rundown neighbor hood whose homes and shops haven't seen needed repairs in over a decade. The streets themselves are just as bad, cracks and pot holes galore. This apparent unkept appearance reflects in its inhabitants, the poor and disgruntled. Tattered cloths, and groups of young men on every corner pushing drugs and threatening to take what they want. The worst of the group is a young couple, the man is an addictive and openingly abusive. She is just as bad but at least in this case she gets to play victim, still she never really tried to leave not as long as she got the drugs she wanted. Money was always a problem but the couple was not beyond selling her body for a quick fix, something he pretended to be against but was never to proud to take the drugs that resulted from it.
The young couple were horrible people, people who choose the life of sin. Many people are held down, but these were happy in the gutter and lacked any desire or motivation to better themselves. Sure they would blame it others, on the government, on the rich, but these two truly despicable people never really tried for a better life. Still most of what they did hurt only each other, their greatest sin in the world, the action that makes them truly loathsome people were they choose to bring another life into this world.
These two miscreants made a little child, a boy whom they named Sawyer. Thankfully for Sawyer he was smart, an athletic two gifts one could assume his parents had at one point but choose to squander away. But as he grew, and he watched his parents beat each other and toss their lives away. As he survived his fathers ruthless attacks and prayed that god would kill him as he slept. Their were teachers, television, and friends who taught him that there was a better life, they taught him that the demons that he called parents would only control him for so long and then he would be free. This freedom would be a chance to do better than this.
As he grew it was this promise of freedom that kept him going, through the long nights of shouting, the months they were homeless living under bridges, even the horrible night he sit in the corner and cried as his father beat his mother to death. It was this hope of tomorrow that kept him going, this hope and professional wrestling.
You see as he hid from his reality he was pulled into the fantasy of professional wrestling. The glitz, the glamour, the ability to take control of your own destiny. It wasn't the baby face heroes however that made him cheer, no it was the men who wanted it so bad they would do whatever it took to win. The ones not afraid of tossing out a low blow, attacking some one before the match or hitting their opponent with a chair when the referee wasn't looking. Where he came from, you had to be willing to do whatever he took and those were the men he aspired to be.
When his father overdose on drugs he was only fourteen but he still vividly remember thanking god for finally answering his prayers. He fought through most of school, other kids picking on him for his cloths and look. He didn't care, fighting made him tougher and if he was going to be in the ring one day he needed to be tough. It was one particular fight that brought some attention, he threw a class mate over the guard rail and down a flight of stairs. The child survived but was suffered terrible injuries. As he awaited, expecting to go to trail and end up like his father. As he cursed the system and brooded in despair he appeared.
Carter, a tall slender man who apparently had connections. Sawyer never asked many questions but he was released to the man's custody within the hour. From their thing began to change for Sawyer. He was rushed down to Florida where 'Carter' had a school set up. The Carter Gardens was a small but prestigious Wrestling School. He was given room and board, with the understanding he had to finish school as well as clean up around the school. Still Carter knew what he was doing, every waking hour Sawyer studied, practiced and learned.
However Carter was tough, verbally harsh and not afraid to get physical with his pupils. Still despite everything in the eyes of Sawyer it seemed fair. When Sawyer listened, when he learned, when he improved he was rewarded even praised. Something his parents had never been able to or even attempted to do before that. It was these small things that helped to motivate sawyer. He would be the best, he would take this chance he was given and ensure he did not become like his parents. Like all his heroes before him, he would cheat and play dirty to guarantee his own success.
By the time he had graduated he was more solid in the ring then most so called professionals. For the next few years he would watch others come and go, paying Carter money to be trained most not having the fortitude to endure the harsh conditions that Carter inflicted upon his pupils. Still there was a handful, typically similar to Sawyer. Handpicked and naturally ruthless young men and women who excelled in the conditions of the Garden. Most of them couldn't of afforded to pay, but Carter didn't seem to care. The paid customers were marks, ways to keep things going, the true talent he would gladly train for free.
By the time he was twenty he was working the independent circuit at Carter's discretion. A few promotions across the south east first, slowly moving further away. Eventually wrestling in Canada, Mexico and even Japan for stretches. Never long enough to need a contract, a few walk on shows here are there. It was a test, and Sawyer wasn't just aware but passing it with flying colors. He made the crowd hate him, he broke bones, and defeated champions left and right. He could feel it in his bones, he was on the cusp of super stardom and then it happened. His knee was shattered and even though he knew it wasn't the end it did slow down his momentum. That was a year ago and now it was finally his time again, his big break was here or at least he thought...
"You're fucking kidding me right, this is the stupidest thing I have ever seen in my life!,"
His voice boomed and echoed in his little room located in the back of Carter's Garden. You could see the few pictures located on the wall shake just a bit as he continued his rant, "After all the time I put into this shit, all the blood I have spilled for Carter, my knee getting shattered and this is how he rewards me!,"
"It's a great opportunity," The soft and meek voice of Beckett Marisol is heard. As she stands almost motionless in the midst of the room, her arms crossed in front of her holding a folder in her hand. Her face showed little to no emotion and her words are blunt and to the point. "This is what you wanted Sawyer, you should be grateful,"
It was obvious Sawyer didn't agree as he picked up a nearby alarm clock and tossed it against the wall shattering it into pieces. He gritted his teeth and lowered his tone as he attempted to control his temper before speaking again, "What exactly should I be grateful for Beck? The fact that I was poised for a major contract and promises of title shot after title shot before I shattered my knee? The fact that I busted my ass to come back just to be given a basic contract that not only doesn't have any bells or whistles but ties me down with the dead weight of Rhett useless ass,"
"Rhett is a solid wrestler in the ring Wade," She starts but it seems to only make him angrier as he snaps back
"Rhett is green and doesn't deserve to be here. I have put in a decade of work, I have lived and breathed this my entire life and this dude didn't even know what the hell wrestling was until two years ago! I would rather be paired with Maverick, he's a douche but at least he has talent!,"
She rolls her eyes at the mention of Maverick and replied still meek "You would regret that instantly,"
"What I regret Beck is busting my ass for nothing. I am a future hall of famer in the ring, I am a SOLO wrestler I don't give two shits about tag wrestling, that's where they stick the losers and mid card ass hats. And even if I did want to tag I wouldn't want to have to carry 200 pounds of dead weight, Rhett isn't ready and It's bullshit I have to carry him just because he is Carter's pet,"
"You don't..,"
"Don't be dense Beck," He interrupts her again "Everyone knows for some odd reason Carter has a hard on for Rhett. He doesn't deserve this shot, especially not yet and I shouldn't be punished by having to put up with him,"
She says and tosses the folder on his bed as she speaks again "Look this is what you got, you can take it up with Carter if you don't like it. But Rhett has already signed his contract all you got to do is sign yours and all that hard work finally pays off. You become a professional wrestler who has the chance to prove how good you are in front of millions. I would kill for a contract, so maybe stop blaming others and take the chance you got,"
She was right, and he knew it. He wasn't his parents damn it, when he had a chance it took it. When he had a chance he did something with it, he didn't just lay in the gutter and blame others for his problems. He bit his bottom lip and sighed as he picked up the contract. After signing it he shoved it back in her hands, "Tell Rhett he better bring his A game because I refuse to be made look bad, shut the door behind you I need to clear my head..,"
With that Beckett nods and turns to make her exit. As the door closes once again we are left in the dark, the gloomy and angry scene now set. Our protagonist is in place and it is time for the real story to begin. Let's hope everyone survives the experience.
--END
A rundown neighbor hood whose homes and shops haven't seen needed repairs in over a decade. The streets themselves are just as bad, cracks and pot holes galore. This apparent unkept appearance reflects in its inhabitants, the poor and disgruntled. Tattered cloths, and groups of young men on every corner pushing drugs and threatening to take what they want. The worst of the group is a young couple, the man is an addictive and openingly abusive. She is just as bad but at least in this case she gets to play victim, still she never really tried to leave not as long as she got the drugs she wanted. Money was always a problem but the couple was not beyond selling her body for a quick fix, something he pretended to be against but was never to proud to take the drugs that resulted from it.
The young couple were horrible people, people who choose the life of sin. Many people are held down, but these were happy in the gutter and lacked any desire or motivation to better themselves. Sure they would blame it others, on the government, on the rich, but these two truly despicable people never really tried for a better life. Still most of what they did hurt only each other, their greatest sin in the world, the action that makes them truly loathsome people were they choose to bring another life into this world.
These two miscreants made a little child, a boy whom they named Sawyer. Thankfully for Sawyer he was smart, an athletic two gifts one could assume his parents had at one point but choose to squander away. But as he grew, and he watched his parents beat each other and toss their lives away. As he survived his fathers ruthless attacks and prayed that god would kill him as he slept. Their were teachers, television, and friends who taught him that there was a better life, they taught him that the demons that he called parents would only control him for so long and then he would be free. This freedom would be a chance to do better than this.
As he grew it was this promise of freedom that kept him going, through the long nights of shouting, the months they were homeless living under bridges, even the horrible night he sit in the corner and cried as his father beat his mother to death. It was this hope of tomorrow that kept him going, this hope and professional wrestling.
You see as he hid from his reality he was pulled into the fantasy of professional wrestling. The glitz, the glamour, the ability to take control of your own destiny. It wasn't the baby face heroes however that made him cheer, no it was the men who wanted it so bad they would do whatever it took to win. The ones not afraid of tossing out a low blow, attacking some one before the match or hitting their opponent with a chair when the referee wasn't looking. Where he came from, you had to be willing to do whatever he took and those were the men he aspired to be.
When his father overdose on drugs he was only fourteen but he still vividly remember thanking god for finally answering his prayers. He fought through most of school, other kids picking on him for his cloths and look. He didn't care, fighting made him tougher and if he was going to be in the ring one day he needed to be tough. It was one particular fight that brought some attention, he threw a class mate over the guard rail and down a flight of stairs. The child survived but was suffered terrible injuries. As he awaited, expecting to go to trail and end up like his father. As he cursed the system and brooded in despair he appeared.
Carter, a tall slender man who apparently had connections. Sawyer never asked many questions but he was released to the man's custody within the hour. From their thing began to change for Sawyer. He was rushed down to Florida where 'Carter' had a school set up. The Carter Gardens was a small but prestigious Wrestling School. He was given room and board, with the understanding he had to finish school as well as clean up around the school. Still Carter knew what he was doing, every waking hour Sawyer studied, practiced and learned.
However Carter was tough, verbally harsh and not afraid to get physical with his pupils. Still despite everything in the eyes of Sawyer it seemed fair. When Sawyer listened, when he learned, when he improved he was rewarded even praised. Something his parents had never been able to or even attempted to do before that. It was these small things that helped to motivate sawyer. He would be the best, he would take this chance he was given and ensure he did not become like his parents. Like all his heroes before him, he would cheat and play dirty to guarantee his own success.
By the time he had graduated he was more solid in the ring then most so called professionals. For the next few years he would watch others come and go, paying Carter money to be trained most not having the fortitude to endure the harsh conditions that Carter inflicted upon his pupils. Still there was a handful, typically similar to Sawyer. Handpicked and naturally ruthless young men and women who excelled in the conditions of the Garden. Most of them couldn't of afforded to pay, but Carter didn't seem to care. The paid customers were marks, ways to keep things going, the true talent he would gladly train for free.
By the time he was twenty he was working the independent circuit at Carter's discretion. A few promotions across the south east first, slowly moving further away. Eventually wrestling in Canada, Mexico and even Japan for stretches. Never long enough to need a contract, a few walk on shows here are there. It was a test, and Sawyer wasn't just aware but passing it with flying colors. He made the crowd hate him, he broke bones, and defeated champions left and right. He could feel it in his bones, he was on the cusp of super stardom and then it happened. His knee was shattered and even though he knew it wasn't the end it did slow down his momentum. That was a year ago and now it was finally his time again, his big break was here or at least he thought...
"You're fucking kidding me right, this is the stupidest thing I have ever seen in my life!,"
His voice boomed and echoed in his little room located in the back of Carter's Garden. You could see the few pictures located on the wall shake just a bit as he continued his rant, "After all the time I put into this shit, all the blood I have spilled for Carter, my knee getting shattered and this is how he rewards me!,"
"It's a great opportunity," The soft and meek voice of Beckett Marisol is heard. As she stands almost motionless in the midst of the room, her arms crossed in front of her holding a folder in her hand. Her face showed little to no emotion and her words are blunt and to the point. "This is what you wanted Sawyer, you should be grateful,"
It was obvious Sawyer didn't agree as he picked up a nearby alarm clock and tossed it against the wall shattering it into pieces. He gritted his teeth and lowered his tone as he attempted to control his temper before speaking again, "What exactly should I be grateful for Beck? The fact that I was poised for a major contract and promises of title shot after title shot before I shattered my knee? The fact that I busted my ass to come back just to be given a basic contract that not only doesn't have any bells or whistles but ties me down with the dead weight of Rhett useless ass,"
"Rhett is a solid wrestler in the ring Wade," She starts but it seems to only make him angrier as he snaps back
"Rhett is green and doesn't deserve to be here. I have put in a decade of work, I have lived and breathed this my entire life and this dude didn't even know what the hell wrestling was until two years ago! I would rather be paired with Maverick, he's a douche but at least he has talent!,"
She rolls her eyes at the mention of Maverick and replied still meek "You would regret that instantly,"
"What I regret Beck is busting my ass for nothing. I am a future hall of famer in the ring, I am a SOLO wrestler I don't give two shits about tag wrestling, that's where they stick the losers and mid card ass hats. And even if I did want to tag I wouldn't want to have to carry 200 pounds of dead weight, Rhett isn't ready and It's bullshit I have to carry him just because he is Carter's pet,"
"You don't..,"
"Don't be dense Beck," He interrupts her again "Everyone knows for some odd reason Carter has a hard on for Rhett. He doesn't deserve this shot, especially not yet and I shouldn't be punished by having to put up with him,"
She says and tosses the folder on his bed as she speaks again "Look this is what you got, you can take it up with Carter if you don't like it. But Rhett has already signed his contract all you got to do is sign yours and all that hard work finally pays off. You become a professional wrestler who has the chance to prove how good you are in front of millions. I would kill for a contract, so maybe stop blaming others and take the chance you got,"
She was right, and he knew it. He wasn't his parents damn it, when he had a chance it took it. When he had a chance he did something with it, he didn't just lay in the gutter and blame others for his problems. He bit his bottom lip and sighed as he picked up the contract. After signing it he shoved it back in her hands, "Tell Rhett he better bring his A game because I refuse to be made look bad, shut the door behind you I need to clear my head..,"
With that Beckett nods and turns to make her exit. As the door closes once again we are left in the dark, the gloomy and angry scene now set. Our protagonist is in place and it is time for the real story to begin. Let's hope everyone survives the experience.
--END