Post by "Captain" Joe Stall on Jun 9, 2011 20:58:40 GMT
“Get back here boy.”
Joe Stall walks behind his grandson James as both men make their way through the gym at the UCW arena. Joe takes long strides with his tree trunk like legs and grabs James by the shoulder with one paw.
“You better listen to me.”
James turns around. He looks incredibly annoyed by the disturbance that is keeping him from his training.
“What is it Grandpa? I have to get back to training.”
“You don’t even have a match this week.”
“Exactly. That’s why it’s the perfect time to get back to training.”
Joe can’t help but smile at his grandson’s initiative. Many warriors would have simply taken the week off, or become disillusioned by their lose last Live-Wire, but James is getting right back to work. His effort reminds Joe of his own younger self. Instinctively Joe’s hand grips his knee. He looks down and then back at James.
“That’s great kid, but listen have you even looked at this contract they’re offering you?”
Joe holds up a piece of paper. James looks at it.
“Yeah. Whatever, I’m going to take it.”
“You’re worth more than this!”
James just smiles and grabs the paper out of Joe’s hand and smiles.
“Whatever. It’s not about the money. I just want to get back in the ring…. But if it’ll make you feel better I’ll look it over again.”
And with that James takes off in a brisk run toward the lockers. Joe just stands there. He’s shaking his head, but he’s also smiling. Suddenly Marcus Brody Sr.’s voice can be heard.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
Joe turns around just in time to see Marcus. The two old friends embrace.
“I flew out here to talk to James about his contract. His mother wants me to make sure he’s getting a square deal.”
“And?”
“He’s getting a nice pay increase. But not nearly as nice as your son is getting.”
“Oh, Marcus I doing well for himself aye?”
Marcus cannot help but show his pride for his son even though they are currently not on speaking terms.
“Yeah. He’s not going to get nearly what he’s asking for, but there’s still a big difference between what he’s going to be making and what James is going to be making. That Sandy Strachon is a slick bastard.”
Marcus nods his head and looks down at his feet. Suddenly his head snaps back up. He’s just realized something.
“Wait a minute. Isn’t your son in-law, his uncle, in charge of FWF?”
Joe smiles.
“He says he doesn’t like to get stuck handling contracts. Says that’s what he has a board of directors for. He just wants to put on the best shows possible.”
“Yeah, but still you’d think he could step in for family.”
“He doesn’t want to show favoritism, but he did say that if James really has a problem with it he should come to him personally.”
Joe walks toward a nearby ring and takes a seat on the steps. Marcus sits next to him.
“And does he?”
“No. That’s the thing. Kid just wants to wrestle. Doesn’t care about the money. Gotta admire him for that.”
Joe smiles and tilts his head back. Marcus places a hand on Joe’s shoulder.
“But what about you Joe?”
“What about me?”
“You’ve got a match coming up against Sah’ta Thor, and you’ve already lost to him once.”
Joe shakes his head.
“I’m not worried about Thor.”
Marcus swiftly smacks Joe on the back of the head.
“That’s nonsense. The old Joe I knew would take every opponent seriously, treat every match like a title match.”
“But now that old Joe is old. I just want to focus on WarZone, and worrying about my grandson.”
Marcus punches Joe hard in the arm and climbs into the ring.
“You sorry sod. You’ve got a title to defend, a name to defend, a legacy. Get your ass in here.”
Joe slowly lumbers to his feet and climbs into the ring.
“What are you doing Marcus?”
Marcus stands in position, ready to grapple with Joe.
“I’m going to train you.”
Joe looks at Marcus and shakes his head.
"This is nonsense Marcus. I don't need training."
"Now that's nonsense. Face it Joe, you my be World Champ, but you've still lost a step. You need a training partner. I'm going to be it."
Joe takes a long pause and looks at the ring mat before turning his attention back to Marcus.
"You're not going to let this go are you?"
"Nope."
"Will this make you happy?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm doing this as a favor to and old friend."
Marcus smiles.
"Great that's only about seven or eight more you owe me."
Joe charges at Marcus and the two warriors grapple in the ring.
Joe Stall walks behind his grandson James as both men make their way through the gym at the UCW arena. Joe takes long strides with his tree trunk like legs and grabs James by the shoulder with one paw.
“You better listen to me.”
James turns around. He looks incredibly annoyed by the disturbance that is keeping him from his training.
“What is it Grandpa? I have to get back to training.”
“You don’t even have a match this week.”
“Exactly. That’s why it’s the perfect time to get back to training.”
Joe can’t help but smile at his grandson’s initiative. Many warriors would have simply taken the week off, or become disillusioned by their lose last Live-Wire, but James is getting right back to work. His effort reminds Joe of his own younger self. Instinctively Joe’s hand grips his knee. He looks down and then back at James.
“That’s great kid, but listen have you even looked at this contract they’re offering you?”
Joe holds up a piece of paper. James looks at it.
“Yeah. Whatever, I’m going to take it.”
“You’re worth more than this!”
James just smiles and grabs the paper out of Joe’s hand and smiles.
“Whatever. It’s not about the money. I just want to get back in the ring…. But if it’ll make you feel better I’ll look it over again.”
And with that James takes off in a brisk run toward the lockers. Joe just stands there. He’s shaking his head, but he’s also smiling. Suddenly Marcus Brody Sr.’s voice can be heard.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
Joe turns around just in time to see Marcus. The two old friends embrace.
“I flew out here to talk to James about his contract. His mother wants me to make sure he’s getting a square deal.”
“And?”
“He’s getting a nice pay increase. But not nearly as nice as your son is getting.”
“Oh, Marcus I doing well for himself aye?”
Marcus cannot help but show his pride for his son even though they are currently not on speaking terms.
“Yeah. He’s not going to get nearly what he’s asking for, but there’s still a big difference between what he’s going to be making and what James is going to be making. That Sandy Strachon is a slick bastard.”
Marcus nods his head and looks down at his feet. Suddenly his head snaps back up. He’s just realized something.
“Wait a minute. Isn’t your son in-law, his uncle, in charge of FWF?”
Joe smiles.
“He says he doesn’t like to get stuck handling contracts. Says that’s what he has a board of directors for. He just wants to put on the best shows possible.”
“Yeah, but still you’d think he could step in for family.”
“He doesn’t want to show favoritism, but he did say that if James really has a problem with it he should come to him personally.”
Joe walks toward a nearby ring and takes a seat on the steps. Marcus sits next to him.
“And does he?”
“No. That’s the thing. Kid just wants to wrestle. Doesn’t care about the money. Gotta admire him for that.”
Joe smiles and tilts his head back. Marcus places a hand on Joe’s shoulder.
“But what about you Joe?”
“What about me?”
“You’ve got a match coming up against Sah’ta Thor, and you’ve already lost to him once.”
Joe shakes his head.
“I’m not worried about Thor.”
Marcus swiftly smacks Joe on the back of the head.
“That’s nonsense. The old Joe I knew would take every opponent seriously, treat every match like a title match.”
“But now that old Joe is old. I just want to focus on WarZone, and worrying about my grandson.”
Marcus punches Joe hard in the arm and climbs into the ring.
“You sorry sod. You’ve got a title to defend, a name to defend, a legacy. Get your ass in here.”
Joe slowly lumbers to his feet and climbs into the ring.
“What are you doing Marcus?”
Marcus stands in position, ready to grapple with Joe.
“I’m going to train you.”
Joe looks at Marcus and shakes his head.
"This is nonsense Marcus. I don't need training."
"Now that's nonsense. Face it Joe, you my be World Champ, but you've still lost a step. You need a training partner. I'm going to be it."
Joe takes a long pause and looks at the ring mat before turning his attention back to Marcus.
"You're not going to let this go are you?"
"Nope."
"Will this make you happy?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm doing this as a favor to and old friend."
Marcus smiles.
"Great that's only about seven or eight more you owe me."
Joe charges at Marcus and the two warriors grapple in the ring.