Post by J-Shades on Jun 25, 2014 16:32:42 GMT -6
J-Shades sat in a what looked like a fancy living room. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a white tank top with no shoes on, sitting with his feet up on the couch. He seemed intently focused on a blue handball he was tossing up and down.
Across from him was a man about the same age as Jay, but notably more muscular. He had short brown hair, barely coming past his ears, and bright blue eyes. He was well dressed, in grey pants and a blazer, with a blue shirt underneath. He was looking at the wall where a Hi definition TV hung, staring at it as intently as Jay was starring at his hand ball.
On the TV was J-Shades himself, in his match last Monday against Bob Brooks. It was getting close to the end of the match when the well dressed man realized Jay wasn’t paying attention and paused the match.
Man: That looks like a nice ball and all, but there’s a god awful match here on the TV that I think you should take a look at.
Jay: Why? I lived through the damn thing Greg, no need to waste my time watching.
Greg: You have to review your matches Jay, you know that. That’s probably why you wrestled such a bad match, not looking back at your mistakes and fixing them while your opponent takes advantage.
Jay: I never had to review my matches before, I’m not gonna start now.
Greg: Dammit Jay, this isn’t high school anymore! You can’t get away with stuff like this. This is your job now.
Jay: I know that! Like I said, I was there, I know how the match went. He hit me in the head, I went down and laid there and let him do his little top rope move.
Greg: Hit you in the head? That’s one way to put it…
On cue Greg unpaused the TV and it’s right at the end of the match. J-Shades went for a clothesline but Bob ducked it, bounced off the ropes and hit a magnificent tornado DDT. He then went towards the top rope but Greg paused the match again.
Greg: See that? A little more than a hit I’d say…
Jay: Yes I know! It was a DDT! Like I said, I was there! I don’t have to watch the stupid match cause I was there. You think it hasn’t been playing over and over In my head since I was on my back listening to the that God Damned Red Hot Chili Peppers song! (Jay stands up and throws his hand ball across the room, where it hit’s a glass and knocks it on the hardwood floor, breaking it.) Cause it has! It’s been playing over and over in my head and Bob’s pipsqueak little face has been laughing at me the whole time. It’s eating at me, and it has been for over a week now.
J-Shades stopped to calm down for a bit. After a few seconds he finally sat back down. There was still anger in his voice though.
Jay: He respected me. Bob Brooks actually expected me to go out there and put on a great show with him but I let him down. I let everyone down, including myself. Now that respect’s gone, I know it, and I have to earn it back all over again. That’s what’s been eating at me, Greg. I can take a loss, you know that, and against a guy like Brooks on a normal day I’d be proud to even be in the ring in front of people with him. But that night I basically laid down and hooked my own damn legs and counted my own damn pin. Bob Brooks didn’t beat my streak, I beat my own streak and now I have to deal with that…
J-Shade’s eyes locked with Greg’s for a moment and then a crooked little grin came across his face.
Jay: You wanna go at it?
Greg: What?
Jay: A little one on one spar. I need to get a little steam off. I’ve been here enough to know your training room is pretty big and it’s padded. We could move some of the equipment out of the way we’d have some room…
Greg: I don’t know, it’s been so long since I’ve last wrestled…
Jay: I know, and I can tell your getting that itch. You were watching my match like you wanted to jump in the TV and finish it for me.
Greg laughed a bit then looked up at Jay.
Greg: Alright, let’s do it.
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J-Shades and Greg entered the kitchen, both wearing t-shirts and baggy shorts and both looking pretty tired. Greg opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of water bottles, tossing one to J-Shades who sat at the table. Jay sipped the water then grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jacket that hung from behind his chair.
Greg: (rolling his eyes) please don’t tell me your not one of those people now, are you? Grabbing at the first chance you get to lose yourself in your phone.
Jay: (laughing) it’s the first time I’ve looked at it all day, cut me some--
J-Shades stopped and smirked at his phone.
Greg: What is it?
Jay: Mr. Brooks has left me a little message on the UWA website it seems.
Greg: What did he say?
Jay: I don’t know, not gonna watch it yet. (Jay turns off the phone and shoves it back in his jacket pocket)
Greg: Why the hell not?
Jay: Gonna wait for tomorrow before I put up a response, that way everything he said is still fresh in my mind.
Greg: Why not watch it now and respond tonight? You’re not doing anything?
Jay: I’m not? (Jay puts his hand on Greg‘s shoulder) I haven’t seen you cut loose in years man. I say me and you tonight, call up some people, make use of that stereo system I see back there…
Greg: No, no, no. No parties, not tonight. You already owe me 30 bucks for that glass you broke earlier, I’m not letting you break anymore of my things.
Jay: C’mon! When was the last time you went out to a party, huh? Your 21st birthday?
Greg: damn right. You know, when I became an adult? Adults don’t throw house parties man.
Jay: Oh, please. That’s what old people say to feel better about themselves. You… you are not an old man. You handled yourself down there like you were still on the team. If you wanted to you could still be wrestling….
Greg: oh, no! no breaking anymore of my stuff, no career changes, and no parties.
Jay: You know if you kick me out I’m just gonna go find a party to crash anyways.
Greg: (hesitating) Tell you what… come Sunday, if you win your triple threat match… as soon as you get back to the east coast AND pay back that 30 dollars… I’ll let you throw a party.
Jay: yes!
Greg: Only if you win your match!
Jay: As if I needed any more motivation! Alright, I’m gonna go change so I can get out of here.
J-Shades got up and walked to the bathroom with his clothes to get changed.
Greg: Yep… He still definitely belongs in high school.
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Across from him was a man about the same age as Jay, but notably more muscular. He had short brown hair, barely coming past his ears, and bright blue eyes. He was well dressed, in grey pants and a blazer, with a blue shirt underneath. He was looking at the wall where a Hi definition TV hung, staring at it as intently as Jay was starring at his hand ball.
On the TV was J-Shades himself, in his match last Monday against Bob Brooks. It was getting close to the end of the match when the well dressed man realized Jay wasn’t paying attention and paused the match.
Man: That looks like a nice ball and all, but there’s a god awful match here on the TV that I think you should take a look at.
Jay: Why? I lived through the damn thing Greg, no need to waste my time watching.
Greg: You have to review your matches Jay, you know that. That’s probably why you wrestled such a bad match, not looking back at your mistakes and fixing them while your opponent takes advantage.
Jay: I never had to review my matches before, I’m not gonna start now.
Greg: Dammit Jay, this isn’t high school anymore! You can’t get away with stuff like this. This is your job now.
Jay: I know that! Like I said, I was there, I know how the match went. He hit me in the head, I went down and laid there and let him do his little top rope move.
Greg: Hit you in the head? That’s one way to put it…
On cue Greg unpaused the TV and it’s right at the end of the match. J-Shades went for a clothesline but Bob ducked it, bounced off the ropes and hit a magnificent tornado DDT. He then went towards the top rope but Greg paused the match again.
Greg: See that? A little more than a hit I’d say…
Jay: Yes I know! It was a DDT! Like I said, I was there! I don’t have to watch the stupid match cause I was there. You think it hasn’t been playing over and over In my head since I was on my back listening to the that God Damned Red Hot Chili Peppers song! (Jay stands up and throws his hand ball across the room, where it hit’s a glass and knocks it on the hardwood floor, breaking it.) Cause it has! It’s been playing over and over in my head and Bob’s pipsqueak little face has been laughing at me the whole time. It’s eating at me, and it has been for over a week now.
J-Shades stopped to calm down for a bit. After a few seconds he finally sat back down. There was still anger in his voice though.
Jay: He respected me. Bob Brooks actually expected me to go out there and put on a great show with him but I let him down. I let everyone down, including myself. Now that respect’s gone, I know it, and I have to earn it back all over again. That’s what’s been eating at me, Greg. I can take a loss, you know that, and against a guy like Brooks on a normal day I’d be proud to even be in the ring in front of people with him. But that night I basically laid down and hooked my own damn legs and counted my own damn pin. Bob Brooks didn’t beat my streak, I beat my own streak and now I have to deal with that…
J-Shade’s eyes locked with Greg’s for a moment and then a crooked little grin came across his face.
Jay: You wanna go at it?
Greg: What?
Jay: A little one on one spar. I need to get a little steam off. I’ve been here enough to know your training room is pretty big and it’s padded. We could move some of the equipment out of the way we’d have some room…
Greg: I don’t know, it’s been so long since I’ve last wrestled…
Jay: I know, and I can tell your getting that itch. You were watching my match like you wanted to jump in the TV and finish it for me.
Greg laughed a bit then looked up at Jay.
Greg: Alright, let’s do it.
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J-Shades and Greg entered the kitchen, both wearing t-shirts and baggy shorts and both looking pretty tired. Greg opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of water bottles, tossing one to J-Shades who sat at the table. Jay sipped the water then grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jacket that hung from behind his chair.
Greg: (rolling his eyes) please don’t tell me your not one of those people now, are you? Grabbing at the first chance you get to lose yourself in your phone.
Jay: (laughing) it’s the first time I’ve looked at it all day, cut me some--
J-Shades stopped and smirked at his phone.
Greg: What is it?
Jay: Mr. Brooks has left me a little message on the UWA website it seems.
Greg: What did he say?
Jay: I don’t know, not gonna watch it yet. (Jay turns off the phone and shoves it back in his jacket pocket)
Greg: Why the hell not?
Jay: Gonna wait for tomorrow before I put up a response, that way everything he said is still fresh in my mind.
Greg: Why not watch it now and respond tonight? You’re not doing anything?
Jay: I’m not? (Jay puts his hand on Greg‘s shoulder) I haven’t seen you cut loose in years man. I say me and you tonight, call up some people, make use of that stereo system I see back there…
Greg: No, no, no. No parties, not tonight. You already owe me 30 bucks for that glass you broke earlier, I’m not letting you break anymore of my things.
Jay: C’mon! When was the last time you went out to a party, huh? Your 21st birthday?
Greg: damn right. You know, when I became an adult? Adults don’t throw house parties man.
Jay: Oh, please. That’s what old people say to feel better about themselves. You… you are not an old man. You handled yourself down there like you were still on the team. If you wanted to you could still be wrestling….
Greg: oh, no! no breaking anymore of my stuff, no career changes, and no parties.
Jay: You know if you kick me out I’m just gonna go find a party to crash anyways.
Greg: (hesitating) Tell you what… come Sunday, if you win your triple threat match… as soon as you get back to the east coast AND pay back that 30 dollars… I’ll let you throw a party.
Jay: yes!
Greg: Only if you win your match!
Jay: As if I needed any more motivation! Alright, I’m gonna go change so I can get out of here.
J-Shades got up and walked to the bathroom with his clothes to get changed.
Greg: Yep… He still definitely belongs in high school.
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