Post by Bronx Valescence on Apr 27, 2016 16:36:50 GMT
Bronx found himself on his back. While some in fighting felt comfortable from going on their back, in wrestling in sometimes meant something had just went badly wrong, and this was the case in the moment. In an empty dojo in Japan in the flat ring with loose ropes tied around four poles, Terry McKenna had used Bronx’s momentum against him to toss him to the mat and latched onto his arm, McKenna used his other knee to synch it into the back of the head of Bronx who tried to maneuver away, but what seemed like the third time in the hour when they had sparred. T-Mac had gotten the better of him and Bronx was forced to tap gently on the leg of McKenna to let him go.
“Still a tough out as ever, mate.”
McKenna called down to him as Terry offered his hand down to Bronx and lifted him up off of the mat. The two, covered in sweat from their mat sessions made their way over to the apron where a blue and green water bottle sat. Bronx plopped down breathing roughly.
“Well, you didn’t make it look so tough.”
The two chuckled as Bronx slid his legs underneath the bottom two ropes and reached through the bottom rope to grab a water bottle and he lifted it and sprayed it into his mouth as Terry rolled out onto the floor and leaned on the apron as he grabbed some water himself.
“I appreciate this, though. I don’t find a lot of people who want to get into the ring with me anymore, and I have a pretty big match coming up.”
Bronx tipped his water bottle toward TMac.
“As do you.”
Terry nodded as Bronx pulled himself down underneath the ropes and casually landed on his feet. They both weren’t dressed in wrestling gear, but both in athletic shorts and t-shirts. Terry McKenna was wearing some band shirt that Bronx had never heard of, and Bronx was wearing his Space Jam shirt he had so desperately tried to get Ramona to find for him.
“I guess so, but we don’t get a special surprise at the end of our match like you do mate, have any clue what it’ll be?”
Bronx casually shrugged, trying to play it off like he didn’t care, but the prize reminded him of the mystery prize in the box of cereal as a kid, you desperately wanted to get to the bottom of the box so instead of eating the cereal you just dumped it all out to get the prize then shoved it back in there. In this case, Bronx wanted to devour the competition to get to the prize, no shortcuts.
“I hope it’s like, a cup. You know? I see them all the time in Japan, it’s like you win a match and you get a cup. I just want a giant cup I can carry around with me everywhere.”
A chuckle was shared once again between the two.
“I think we’ll be alright in the tag tournament.”
Slowly Bronx turned his head, his curly hair nearly falling into his face, the silver and brown was tied into a weird ponytail and bun with the rest flowing down, it was an awful look really. It resembled a poodle.
“Unless you run into…THE MIMES.”
Cue dramatic music—which didn’t play. Bronx shrugged off the joke and heaved a sigh.
“I just need to bounce back man, that loss against Tara Davidson really rocked me, I hate losing. I know I’m the best junior—best wrestler in this entire company. But I’m not trying to do it like I do in the states. I’m trying to do it differently, and I guess there’s a learning curve.”
McKenna nodded as he listened to Bronx.
“Losing sucks, mate. I’ve lost my fair share of matches, but I do know that I cut my teeth here in Japan, and I know the competition over here can be quality.”
As Bronx nodded, it didn’t mean he understood. He merely accepted what TMac said.
“Yeah…But it’s crushing you know? Crushing that I come in with all this hype, I come in as the supposed Ace of this Junior division and I just…Flopped. Now this week it supposed to be me vs. Julian Savell, and it was supposed to be all about respect, but now Jordan Ciserano has been added. And while I’m supposed to be the man, their credentials far exceed mine.”
It was TMac’s turn to shrug.
“You’re putting so much pressure on yourself. Go out there and have fun. If you want to win the Japanese fans over, trust me, you don’t have to do it by winning. Sometimes you can do it by losing.”
Bronx remembered when he lost to Davidson, albeit injured, he looked around to see the fans cheering and chanting his name. For that moment it felt like he had won, not lost.
“Ciserano and Savell is trying to make this all about them and their rivalry. Trying to ease me out of the equation, but I guarantee you it’s not going to be that easy. I don’t care if that prize is a stick of bubblegum at the end of the match, I’m going to be fighting my heart out for it. I don’t know if Ciserano and Savell can stop squabbling on social media long enough to realize the real threat is standing in front of them, not beside them…”
Shaking himself out of talking about the match he looked back over to TMac, they both had been resting for quite a while now as Bronx carried on about the match.
“Want to get back to it?”
Bronx said, jerking his thumb back towards the old ring. McKenna nodded.
“Sure, mate. I’ll show you a counter to that arm bar this time. That way you won’t have to tap every time.”
They both laughed and Bronx responded quickly to TMac’s quip.
“Just most of the time.”
Both the wrestlers hopped back into the ring, ready to go another round.
“Still a tough out as ever, mate.”
McKenna called down to him as Terry offered his hand down to Bronx and lifted him up off of the mat. The two, covered in sweat from their mat sessions made their way over to the apron where a blue and green water bottle sat. Bronx plopped down breathing roughly.
“Well, you didn’t make it look so tough.”
The two chuckled as Bronx slid his legs underneath the bottom two ropes and reached through the bottom rope to grab a water bottle and he lifted it and sprayed it into his mouth as Terry rolled out onto the floor and leaned on the apron as he grabbed some water himself.
“I appreciate this, though. I don’t find a lot of people who want to get into the ring with me anymore, and I have a pretty big match coming up.”
Bronx tipped his water bottle toward TMac.
“As do you.”
Terry nodded as Bronx pulled himself down underneath the ropes and casually landed on his feet. They both weren’t dressed in wrestling gear, but both in athletic shorts and t-shirts. Terry McKenna was wearing some band shirt that Bronx had never heard of, and Bronx was wearing his Space Jam shirt he had so desperately tried to get Ramona to find for him.
“I guess so, but we don’t get a special surprise at the end of our match like you do mate, have any clue what it’ll be?”
Bronx casually shrugged, trying to play it off like he didn’t care, but the prize reminded him of the mystery prize in the box of cereal as a kid, you desperately wanted to get to the bottom of the box so instead of eating the cereal you just dumped it all out to get the prize then shoved it back in there. In this case, Bronx wanted to devour the competition to get to the prize, no shortcuts.
“I hope it’s like, a cup. You know? I see them all the time in Japan, it’s like you win a match and you get a cup. I just want a giant cup I can carry around with me everywhere.”
A chuckle was shared once again between the two.
“I think we’ll be alright in the tag tournament.”
Slowly Bronx turned his head, his curly hair nearly falling into his face, the silver and brown was tied into a weird ponytail and bun with the rest flowing down, it was an awful look really. It resembled a poodle.
“Unless you run into…THE MIMES.”
Cue dramatic music—which didn’t play. Bronx shrugged off the joke and heaved a sigh.
“I just need to bounce back man, that loss against Tara Davidson really rocked me, I hate losing. I know I’m the best junior—best wrestler in this entire company. But I’m not trying to do it like I do in the states. I’m trying to do it differently, and I guess there’s a learning curve.”
McKenna nodded as he listened to Bronx.
“Losing sucks, mate. I’ve lost my fair share of matches, but I do know that I cut my teeth here in Japan, and I know the competition over here can be quality.”
As Bronx nodded, it didn’t mean he understood. He merely accepted what TMac said.
“Yeah…But it’s crushing you know? Crushing that I come in with all this hype, I come in as the supposed Ace of this Junior division and I just…Flopped. Now this week it supposed to be me vs. Julian Savell, and it was supposed to be all about respect, but now Jordan Ciserano has been added. And while I’m supposed to be the man, their credentials far exceed mine.”
It was TMac’s turn to shrug.
“You’re putting so much pressure on yourself. Go out there and have fun. If you want to win the Japanese fans over, trust me, you don’t have to do it by winning. Sometimes you can do it by losing.”
Bronx remembered when he lost to Davidson, albeit injured, he looked around to see the fans cheering and chanting his name. For that moment it felt like he had won, not lost.
“Ciserano and Savell is trying to make this all about them and their rivalry. Trying to ease me out of the equation, but I guarantee you it’s not going to be that easy. I don’t care if that prize is a stick of bubblegum at the end of the match, I’m going to be fighting my heart out for it. I don’t know if Ciserano and Savell can stop squabbling on social media long enough to realize the real threat is standing in front of them, not beside them…”
Shaking himself out of talking about the match he looked back over to TMac, they both had been resting for quite a while now as Bronx carried on about the match.
“Want to get back to it?”
Bronx said, jerking his thumb back towards the old ring. McKenna nodded.
“Sure, mate. I’ll show you a counter to that arm bar this time. That way you won’t have to tap every time.”
They both laughed and Bronx responded quickly to TMac’s quip.
“Just most of the time.”
Both the wrestlers hopped back into the ring, ready to go another round.
