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| Donnie | Dec 1 2016, 03:50 AM Post #1 |
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My whole life all I wanted was to be a professional wrestler. Growing up, watching my father wrestle, I was enamored by it. His passion became my passion. But he discouraged me from this life. The broken bones, pulled muscles, long hours on the road, it wasn’t a life he wanted for his son. Time and time again he told me he wrestled so I didn’t have to. I don’t have to, but I yearn for it. When I decided to get into this business that made it hard. My father had a lot of friends in this business. A lot of people who respected him and what he did for wrestling, those same people knew of my father’s wishes, for me not to jump into this business. It made it hard for me to find someone to train me. It was a cold and wet morning in February. I’d drove up from New Orleans to St. Louis straight through, ten hours nonstop. I was tired, I was worn out, I was spent. That fatigued feeling you get after crashing from a case of Red Bulls? That was me on that February morning. But I had arrived at my destination. I looked at the building. It was a moderately sized building made of white brick that was weather worn. It was rather plain. Even the sign, Gateway Wrestling Academy, was little more than plywood bolted to the side of the building just to the left of the single glass door. Getting out of my car I took a deep breath. I had a lot riding on this. My dreams hinged on how this went this particular morning. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and I made my way to the door. Gateway Wrestling Academy; the gym of Derek Daughtery. Many wrestlers had trained under Derek; Tony Field, Johnny and Scarlett Payne, Ivy Ingram, Bree Van der Lew, and the list went on and on. Stepping through the door I was taken back by the old school set up of the gym. Three old rings in the center of the gym; free weights all over the place. Heavy bags, bars, treadmills, jump ropes. The place was decked. I turned to the wall behind me and saw it was littered with framed posters for many Pay Per Views, most with pictures of Derek Daughtery on them. The handful that didn’t were of his former students. I stood there for the longest time, looking over each picture, even taking notice of a few that had both my Derek and my father in it. “Can I help you,” a voice called out. I turned and was standing face to face with Johnson McConnell. Johnson was the former color commentator for Redemption and long before that Derek’s tag team partner, and long before that even, Derek’s childhood friend. Now he worked at the gym with Derek. Before I could even say a word, he recognized me. “Well if it isn’t *BEEP* *BEEP* (I’m withholding my true identity). I haven’t seen you since you were about this high.” He held his hand up to the middle of his chest. “What brings you here?” “I was hoping to talk to Derek Daughtery.” Johnson smiled. “Comin’ to train are you?” “Hoping so.” “You know he won’t go against your father’s wishes.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I have to at least try.” I knew Johnson. He was the loose cannon of the two. “You think you could help me out?” Johnson shrugged his shoulders this time. “Let’s see how it goes first. Come with me.” He lead me to the office where Derek sat behind a desk that was in disarray, papers all over the place, stacks of discs that one could only assume were work related. Derek glanced up from his laptop and recognized me the very second he laid eyes on me. He gave me a brief smile before turning back to his computer, saying only one word as he did. “No.” “I didn’t even say anything.” “You want me train you,” Derek began. “You want to be a wrestler, and I’m saying no. It’s not what your father wanted. Go ask someone else. Maybe your uncle will do it. He tends to do whatever he wants whenever he wants.” “You think my uncle is going to go against his own brother’s wishes?” “Anyone who knew your father isn’t gonna do it,” Derek answered. I looked at him long and hard. This wasn’t going the way I had hoped. “Just, give me a chance. I want this. I want this more than anything. I’m doing this one way or the other, with or without you. With or without my uncle. Just look at this way. You saying no won’t stop me. But at least if you train me, you can make sure I do it right. Do you think my father would much rather me get proper training from someone he trusts, or do this alone and get hurt...badly.” Derek didn’t even look at me, he gave me his answer deadpan. “I said no.” “I….” That’s when Johnson stepped in. “D, let’s give the kid a try. What’s the worst that happens? He doesn’t have it and we send him on his way. Why keep the kid from his dream?” Derek leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. He looked Johnson straight in the eye for what seemed like an eternity before he finally answered. “Then you do it. I want no part of it.” Johnson gave a defiant look at his friend. “Then train him I will….” I’m a rookie in every sense of the word. A month ago, I had never fought a professional match. All I had done is work a few sparring bouts and training matches in a training gym. Now I sit here, thanks to this Point Roulette, and I have a chance to make a splash out the gate. All I have to do is win a handful of matches, secure a stash of points, and then I can take a title match whenever a choose. It’s a huge chance and a golden opportunity, one that I don’t plan to take lightly at all. If I can win this chance and grasp this opportunity I have the potential to become perhaps the youngest World Champion in Redemption’s history, and all in record time. My father would be proud. But a vulture has swooped in, trying to take this chance away from me. A vulture by the name of Eva Broussard. I know what this is about, why it was her who jumped all over my challenge. She looks at me and she’s sees reckless youth. She sees inexperience. She sees mistakes to be made and lessons to be learned. She sees an easy fifteen points. And who could blame her? After all, I do lack experience. This is not only my third match professionally, but my third match...period. I have easy points written all over, like a giant mark on my head that says “fight me, beat me, take my points.” These things are true. I lack experience, I might be reckless youth. I’ll make mistakes in the ring. I do have easy points written all over. Especially for someone who has done so much in her stay here. Classic Champion, TV Champion, Tag Team Champion. I appear to be the path of least resistance. Thing is, all these things can play to my advantage. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t understand my limits. I’ve done nothing in this business and I’m thirsty, starved. I want to show what I can do, to prove myself and prove my place. I want to live up to what my father would have expected of me. All these things, they drive me and push me to the limit and beyond.They make me thrive to be the best. Why do I wear this mask? Because I want to make my own way. I don’t want my father’s large shadow cast over me. I want to stand on my own. This match is my chance to stand on my own. It’s my golden opportunity to show I belong and that I can be something in this business. Should I be worried? Maybe. But worrying won’t win this match. Maybe I’m naive, but I know I’m the most talented person in this federation. Everywhere I’ve went I’ve heard two words: raw talent. My natural athleticism, my raw ability, my constitution, all of it is unmatched. What I can do in that ring, no one in Redemption does. My unique skill set, my….raw talent...will more than make up for what I lack in experience. Eva’s looking for a cakewalk. She’s looking past me to her next opponent, toward her next pool of points. She’ll underestimate me. And she’ll lose. I’m saying it now; I will beat Eva Broussard. I will beat the first Classic Champion. I will walk away with fifteen more points for Point Roulette then I walked in with. I’m the student of Derek Daughtery. I’m the protege of The Legend. I’m the kid he didn’t want into train who has turned into his own personal project. I’m his greatest success, the number one product of Gateway. Again, I WILL win! I’ll do both my manager, and my father proud. Once my family name is revealed, I’ll do my family proud. WHEN I win Point Roulette. |
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