Post by jameson on Mar 28, 2014 17:11:00 GMT -6
All around the room, candles were lit, flames fluttering in the cold Michigan breeze. In the middle of the room, Jameson was perched upon a papa-san chair with eyes closed, meditating on the steps he intended to take to make his dreams a reality.
Despite his fluffy exterior, Jameson Houck was a beast in the ring. Gifted with the power of a Peterbilt and the agility of a panther, he was known to use his size to deceive opponents before unleashing a stunning haymaker or one of his signature power moves. Wrestling in small local promotions was fun, but it paid maybe a cheap dinner and a beer. That wasn't the life he'd picked out for himself eight years ago. He'd supplemented his "income" with ventures both legal and illegal. A couple days waving a sign, a score here or there, it didn't really matter to him as long as there was food in his belly and a roof over his head. Gas in the car was a nice bonus.
During his period of calming reflection, it happened. The phone rang and ruined his zen so hard he nearly yelled in frustration, which actually happened when the number wasn't one he recognized, but he answered the call anyway due to the feeling that he needed to for some odd reason.
Sam: Hey, this is Samuel Johnson of UWA. Is this Jameson Houck?
JH: Yeah, you got me. I remember submitting some performance tape to you a while back. How are things going for you and your promotion?
Sam: Things are going great actually, and a spot just opened up for you on the roster.. IF you're willing to drive a few miles for work.
JH: Of course I'm willing, for the shot at joining up with a nationwide promotion! Where am I headed?
Sam: Seattle, by the 7th. The 6th would be best if you wanna cut a little promo to talk trash to your opponent.
JH: Samuel, you realize you just gave me 10 days to pack my life up and haul ass to Seattle right? -A quiet chuckle- I'll be there on the fifth. Who am I facing?
Sam: You've got Vince Jones. He's been around a hell of a long time. Plenty of game tape to study. Hope that works for you.
JH: Perfect, hoss. See you in about a week.
The phone call is hung up, and Jameson is left staring at his phone for a minute that seems to stretch toward infinity. He wouldn't say he's made it per se, but he's definitely punched his ticket into a national promotion. Step one accomplished! Immediately after that realization, he reached for his laptop. Upon leeching the neighbor's WiFi, he was headed to YouTube. He had an opponent to study!
Despite his fluffy exterior, Jameson Houck was a beast in the ring. Gifted with the power of a Peterbilt and the agility of a panther, he was known to use his size to deceive opponents before unleashing a stunning haymaker or one of his signature power moves. Wrestling in small local promotions was fun, but it paid maybe a cheap dinner and a beer. That wasn't the life he'd picked out for himself eight years ago. He'd supplemented his "income" with ventures both legal and illegal. A couple days waving a sign, a score here or there, it didn't really matter to him as long as there was food in his belly and a roof over his head. Gas in the car was a nice bonus.
During his period of calming reflection, it happened. The phone rang and ruined his zen so hard he nearly yelled in frustration, which actually happened when the number wasn't one he recognized, but he answered the call anyway due to the feeling that he needed to for some odd reason.
Sam: Hey, this is Samuel Johnson of UWA. Is this Jameson Houck?
JH: Yeah, you got me. I remember submitting some performance tape to you a while back. How are things going for you and your promotion?
Sam: Things are going great actually, and a spot just opened up for you on the roster.. IF you're willing to drive a few miles for work.
JH: Of course I'm willing, for the shot at joining up with a nationwide promotion! Where am I headed?
Sam: Seattle, by the 7th. The 6th would be best if you wanna cut a little promo to talk trash to your opponent.
JH: Samuel, you realize you just gave me 10 days to pack my life up and haul ass to Seattle right? -A quiet chuckle- I'll be there on the fifth. Who am I facing?
Sam: You've got Vince Jones. He's been around a hell of a long time. Plenty of game tape to study. Hope that works for you.
JH: Perfect, hoss. See you in about a week.
The phone call is hung up, and Jameson is left staring at his phone for a minute that seems to stretch toward infinity. He wouldn't say he's made it per se, but he's definitely punched his ticket into a national promotion. Step one accomplished! Immediately after that realization, he reached for his laptop. Upon leeching the neighbor's WiFi, he was headed to YouTube. He had an opponent to study!