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| Donnie | Dec 8 2016, 03:54 AM Post #1 |
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Six weeks I had been training. Six weeks I had busted my ass and gave my all. In six weeks, I had learned a lot with Johnson McConnell. I had come a long way. He told me I had a natural aptitude for it. I was a natural. It was just like any other Thursday at the gym since I’d started training with Johnson. I had done my stretching already, my opening jog on the treadmill, and my strength conditioning. After that was finished, it was to the ring. That was the Johnson way. Wear me down, then put me in the ring. He said that working in the ring fatigued to the extreme would not only make me the best conditioned person in the ring, but it would force a mental toughness, showing me to rely on more than just the physical. It was strenuous work, but it had made me mentally tough. I was already on my in-ring work. Johnson had stepped out for a moment, he often did, while I worked a high impact training match with Matt Donovan. We were at about our midway point when I heard my named called out. I looked up to see Derek Daughtery standing there, his bald head shimmering beneath the lights of the gym, his hands in the pockets of his Gateway hoodie. “What’d I do wrong?” “Nothing,” he answered me. “Can I see you a minute in my office?” I gave Matt a nod and slipped from the ring. Matt and I had become a close over the course of our training, even going as far as rooming together. I bit my lip as I made my way to the office. Six weeks I had been at Gateway, six weeks I had been working with Johnson, and six weeks and Derek had never said a word to me after our initial meeting. It was apparent to me he didn’t want me around, so I was already fearing the worst. As I entered into his office, Derek was already seated. He motioned toward the seat across from his desk so I eased myself down in it as I grew more and more nervous. Derek, on the other hand was relaxed as leaned back in his desk chair, gnawing on the end of a Bic. “Let me ask you something,” he began. “What is it you want out of wrestling?” “To be the best. To do my father and the rest of my family proud.” “You’ve got to do better than that, kid. You know how many people come through that door that give me that same song and dance? You know how many of those people last past two weeks before they leave through those doors discouraged?” I hadn’t really thought about it a whole lot. I just knew this was what I wanted to do, but that wasn’t a good enough reason. Or was it? “I...I can’t really truthfully answer that because I don’t know. It’s just something I feel. I grew up around this, Mr. Daughtery. I love wrestling, I love everything about it. It’s all I’ve wanted since I was old enough to walk. You ever just felt moved to do something but you couldn’t explain why?” Derek didn’t answer, he just nodded his head. “That’s how I feel about wrestling. I can’t really put it in words.” “So tell me something. Are you just looking to cash in your dad’s name and legacy? Your name is a draw, you can’t deny that. Just dropping your name alone will open so many doors for a lot of promoters who are looking to make a quick buck.” I shook my head. “I want to do this on my own, Mr. Daughtery. To just use his name to get by, it’s not enough, he would have hated it. I need to do this as me, not as my father’s son.” “You know how hard that will be? Look at these other second generation wrestlers out there? It’s hard to get out your father’s shadow, especially when your father is one of the greats, like yours.” “Then I’ll wear a mask. I’ll change my name, I’ll do whatever I have to. You don’t know how bad I want this.” Derek started gnawing on his pen again as he looked me over, measuring his next words. “And there’s no talking you out of this?” “No, there’s not.” “Fine, I’ll train you then. But I’m warning you, if you think Johnson is hard, he’s a cakewalk compared to me. There’s a reason why I only produce great wrestlers and have a high quit rate with those I work personally with.” “I can do it,” I said with the utmost confidence. “We’ll see. Go home, get your rest the next few days. We start four am Monday morning. Enjoy the weekend, because you won’t enjoy Monday.” Every career has it’s defining moments. I say moments because it’s never just one, but usually a big handful. I liken it to a highlight reel. My fourth match, third one on one, and I already have my defining moment. Last week, I lost fifteen points. This week, I fight for the beginning of my legacy. Growing up, we all have our childhood heroes. I’ve had a few of them, but the one key figure has always been Slade. A man of talent, a man of integrity, a man OF the business. A man, who despite all of his accomplishments, is too many times thrust into the role of the underdog. A man I respect. A man who will give me a foundation to the building block of my future legacy. Think about it; when, not if, but WHEN I go to that ring this week, I steal the show again, and I beat the man, the myth, the legend of Slade; when I beat one of my childhood heroes, I’ll show I belong. I’ll show how serious I am in this business. I’ll establish myself. I’ve heard it all week. People telling me I was insane, that I should have stuck to a match that I can win. Those close to me have begged with me and pleaded with me to pull this match. Reserve my points, play it smart and safe. Pick fights I know I can win. I can’t do it. I won’t do it. This match is the ultimate go big or go home. I can win, I can walk out with his thirty remaining points, put myself among the leaders, and add a title shot in my back pocket should Slade win a belt, or I can go home with nothing. I can beat my childhood hero, or I can become another victim of the Final Trip. When I said I can’t and I won’t, I didn’t mean I can’t or I won’t back out of this match. I meant, I can’t and I won’t lose this match. I’ll walk out of this match 30 points richer, and I’ll walk out with Slade added to my list of wins as I build my resume. No disrespect to the big man, I have immense respect for him; but I’m the youth the future. I’ve got more gas in the tank, more drive to win at this point in my career, more to prove. That’s the key there, more to prove. That’s the thing; what does Slade have left to fight for? He’s a product of a time long past who’s done it all time and time again. There’s no new ground, nothing left unexplored. To him, I’m just another match. Just some green rookie underneath a mask who stands between him and business as usual. But I’m more than that, and it’ll be his undoing. This is nothing to him but everything to me. I want to prove to the world I’m the future. I want to prove to the world I’m more than I seem. I want to prove to the world I’m the best. I want to prove to the world I can win Point Roulette. I want to prove to the world I can beat Slade. Thus will begin my legacy. This is the first step in my ascent. A giant leap toward my future hall of fame induction. A jump toward being more than just my father’s son, but being my own. This win will be a chance to truly be The Saint. And that is what I have to fight for. That is why I will win. That is why I will be better |
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