Post by dom on Sept 8, 2018 11:59:10 GMT
It had been awhile since he got into a ring. Last time he flew across the world to wrestle Lisa Seldon, ironically enough, the star who’s place he’s taking in this event. Since then he’s enjoyed his time at home with his girlfriend Carson. The summer mornings in their modest New York City apartment had been nothing less than perfect. He’d wake up early before Carson was up and take a jog around the city, it’s still a bit too big for the Youngstown kid, but he had made this move for them. After his jog he’d hit the gym for his daily training session near their apartment with his gym bag in hand. A gym bag that’s a bit heavier than most because at the bottom of it sits the Red State Southern Heavyweight Championship to remind Dom that at any moment Leon could call him and tell him their back.
He has to be ready to go at any moment.
When he returns home he sees Carson buried in her laptop scribbling down notes about the next Revo Pro show. That’s what the two of them have in common, they love what they do and they never stop trying to improve. Carson flashed Dom a smile as he walked over to the coffee pot and poured a tall mug of room temperature coffee - warm enough to count and cool enough to chug. He leans back against the corner in his grey shirt darkened down the front and sides with sweat and reflects on how he couldn’t have dreamed of a life better than this.
The camera is next to him as Dom glances over and moves his head towards the living room where Carson sits.
“The life huh? Everything I’ve ever wanted in front of me. Big city living, dream girl, great apartment…”
Dom’s dog walks by to her food bowl rummaging around the kibble
“...loyal dog. Man’s best friend. I’ve earned a life like this working as hard as I did in AWE and Red State. I went from the unsuspecting rookie who rose up the ranks in AWE to the guy introduced to thousands in front of a rowdy CWC crowd that had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Each and every time I surpassed expectations. I was the heavyweight champion everywhere I went, I didn’t have to search the world around to prove to myself and everyone else. I didn’t enter every tournament just hoping to get a couple more followers on social media, but this event is different. This event is a small compact punch in the professional wrestling industry. Heavy hitters like Andre, Blaise, Belfour, Kennedy, Gavin, Ana, and my good friend Cosmo. My peers. When I saw the opportunity like this I had to speak up. I had to finally take a stand and raise my hand to ask, where’s my invite?”
He shrugs taking a long sip of coffee shooting a smile to Carson as she shoots a glance at Dom with a smile that he returns.
“It’s not my style normally. I try to keep my head low and only speak when spoken to, some see that as a weakness. Some see that as me being scared to step into the moment, but I don’t need the moments to make a name for myself. I don’t need to prove anything to myself.”
Dom turns his head and narrows his eyes towards the camera.
“It’s just graps. You guys are all out here talking about how this is do or die and being more dramatic than a thirteen year old girl who slamming the door when she yells at your mom. Guys, this is our lives, but it isn’t do or die. I’ll be there to compete for the fun of it. There’s nothing more to gain from any of this besides what? Mark thinks we’re a tad bit cooler than we were before? Mark the Dog of War? The guy who’s family stable pound puppy mates with Andre? My opponent? The guy who needs a xanax one hundred percent of the time because?”
His eyes widen as he rolls them away from the camera.
“Andre, I’ve seen your work around the CWC and 4CW. You’re a talented guy, it’s just a dang shame that you jumped into the Dogs - but if we’re being honest I’m not shocked. You’re a follower. You dont trailblaze paths, you just kinda see where everyone else is going then try to be really good at that. Admirable, moderately annoying. I’m just glad that the Dogs took you in during your time of relevance starvation. Joining every pop up ma and pa shop looking for their new shiny title. Patting stats like the winning quarterback in the fourth quarter so that maybe when you roll into the next place that lasts no longer than this cup of coffee, maybe they’ll take you serious. I’ll cross my fingers for you bud.”
FInishing his coffee and placing it down on the counter.
“I’ll see the rest of you at the event that my pal Cosmo inspired - as a late entry I might not win. I’ve probably said enough mean things about Andre that will send him into a frenzy - but hey… It’s just graps”
He has to be ready to go at any moment.
When he returns home he sees Carson buried in her laptop scribbling down notes about the next Revo Pro show. That’s what the two of them have in common, they love what they do and they never stop trying to improve. Carson flashed Dom a smile as he walked over to the coffee pot and poured a tall mug of room temperature coffee - warm enough to count and cool enough to chug. He leans back against the corner in his grey shirt darkened down the front and sides with sweat and reflects on how he couldn’t have dreamed of a life better than this.
The camera is next to him as Dom glances over and moves his head towards the living room where Carson sits.
“The life huh? Everything I’ve ever wanted in front of me. Big city living, dream girl, great apartment…”
Dom’s dog walks by to her food bowl rummaging around the kibble
“...loyal dog. Man’s best friend. I’ve earned a life like this working as hard as I did in AWE and Red State. I went from the unsuspecting rookie who rose up the ranks in AWE to the guy introduced to thousands in front of a rowdy CWC crowd that had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Each and every time I surpassed expectations. I was the heavyweight champion everywhere I went, I didn’t have to search the world around to prove to myself and everyone else. I didn’t enter every tournament just hoping to get a couple more followers on social media, but this event is different. This event is a small compact punch in the professional wrestling industry. Heavy hitters like Andre, Blaise, Belfour, Kennedy, Gavin, Ana, and my good friend Cosmo. My peers. When I saw the opportunity like this I had to speak up. I had to finally take a stand and raise my hand to ask, where’s my invite?”
He shrugs taking a long sip of coffee shooting a smile to Carson as she shoots a glance at Dom with a smile that he returns.
“It’s not my style normally. I try to keep my head low and only speak when spoken to, some see that as a weakness. Some see that as me being scared to step into the moment, but I don’t need the moments to make a name for myself. I don’t need to prove anything to myself.”
Dom turns his head and narrows his eyes towards the camera.
“It’s just graps. You guys are all out here talking about how this is do or die and being more dramatic than a thirteen year old girl who slamming the door when she yells at your mom. Guys, this is our lives, but it isn’t do or die. I’ll be there to compete for the fun of it. There’s nothing more to gain from any of this besides what? Mark thinks we’re a tad bit cooler than we were before? Mark the Dog of War? The guy who’s family stable pound puppy mates with Andre? My opponent? The guy who needs a xanax one hundred percent of the time because?”
His eyes widen as he rolls them away from the camera.
“Andre, I’ve seen your work around the CWC and 4CW. You’re a talented guy, it’s just a dang shame that you jumped into the Dogs - but if we’re being honest I’m not shocked. You’re a follower. You dont trailblaze paths, you just kinda see where everyone else is going then try to be really good at that. Admirable, moderately annoying. I’m just glad that the Dogs took you in during your time of relevance starvation. Joining every pop up ma and pa shop looking for their new shiny title. Patting stats like the winning quarterback in the fourth quarter so that maybe when you roll into the next place that lasts no longer than this cup of coffee, maybe they’ll take you serious. I’ll cross my fingers for you bud.”
FInishing his coffee and placing it down on the counter.
“I’ll see the rest of you at the event that my pal Cosmo inspired - as a late entry I might not win. I’ve probably said enough mean things about Andre that will send him into a frenzy - but hey… It’s just graps”
