Post by Justin Bauer on Sept 6, 2011 20:02:23 GMT
This is a lot harder than it looked... I've been here for three months already and haven't won a single match. I'm a former XPW Heavyweight Champion, yet I come here and I can't even win against their bottom performers. I guess I just need to try harder from now on. No more underestimating anyone, no matter who it is.
A clanking noise is heard as a bowl of cereal is shown on screen. A hand manipulating a spoon is shown swirling around the bowl of cereal, making a chocolaty whirlpool of milk and cocoa puffs. The camera pans out to show Justin Bauer sitting on a wooden bar stool type chair, docked at the island table in his kitchen. He is wearing white Fila sneakers, a simple pair of blue jeans, and a plain white hooded zip up sweatshirt, only zipped halfway, partially showing a blue affliction t-shirt. Justin, seeming to have no appetite, continues to play with his breakfast when a Caucasian woman, aged roughly sixty years old, walks into view with a smile on her face. Justin pays no attention to her.
Alice has been my house keeper since I was a child, and when my parents passed away she offered to take me in. Almost as if she felt obligated to take care of me, she’s been almost like a mother to me for ten years. She always has a smile on her face, even when she’s worried or angry. I don’t know how she does it, but if it wasn’t for her I’d have been put in a foster home a long time ago, and I never would’ve been able to chase my dreams of wrestling. But she’s always able to know when something’s bothering me. And she always tries to fix it even when she knows I want to keep to myself. Natural motherly instinct I guess.
“What’s the problem, dear? Is the cereal stale? I can make you one of my omelets if you‘d like. Or is something else bothering you?”
I could just lie and say it was the cereal, but she knows better than that. Sometimes I feel like she always knows what’s wrong before I even tell her what it is. I swear the woman’s a psychic or something. But I kind of owe it to her to be honest with her, after all she takes care of my house for next to nothing while I’m away. I mean the house has six bedrooms, letting her stay in one isn’t that much of a price to pay.
“No, Alice, the cereal is fine. It’s my so called career. I don’t know if it’s going to work out the way I wanted it to. I just can’t seem to hang with the guys in FWF, they’re all miles ahead of what the XPW guys could do. I was the best that company had, and I go to FWF and I have yet to win a single match!”
“Oh, is that all? Don’t you worry about that, you just need to get used to the change. You’ll be a champion before you know it.
Justin then lets out a fake smile, to show Alice her kind words meant something to him, even though they didn’t exactly make him feel any better. Justin places his hand on the kitchen table and pushes out, to allow himself space to get off the stool. He stands up with his bowl of cereal and walks over to a cabinet, and opens the door. He dumps the contents of the bowl into the garbage, and places the bowl in the sink, as the fake smile quickly fades now that his back is turned to Alice.
Well, I wasn’t technically lying to her. That was kind of bothering me. But the thing that’s really getting to me is that I’ve passed by my uncle in the locker room countless times, and he didn’t even glance at me. I don’t even think he knows who I am… Either that or he’s embarrassed to say he knows who I am. Everyone tells me it isn’t my fault, but I can’t help but blame myself for the death of my mother, his sister. But I can‘t waste time worrying about someone who fails to acknowledge that I even exist. I have a match that I need to prepare for, and this time I’m not taking him lightly.
“By the way, who is your next game against? I’ll be looking out for you on the show.”
Game? I don’t consider this a game at all. But I can’t really blame her, she was never a fan of the sport. She didn’t want me pursuing this career at all, she thinks I’m going to end up with a serious injury or brain damage or something. Not that it’s impossible, but there’s a risk in every choice you make in life, this is no different.
“I’m facing Timothy Vortex… he’s a very unique man who’s convinced he found the secret to time travel. It’s a cute play on words really, his name is Tim E. Vortex. By his logic, if I change my name to Tornado I’d be able to destroy cities in minutes. What a joke that is, the guy must have some serious brain damage if he thinks he can time travel. I’m not going to underestimate what he can do in the ring by any means, but that doesn’t make him any less of a joke. I know if I keep my mind in the game I can beat him.
Justin wipes the frown off of his face and turns back to face Alice, who gets a look of disappointment on her face, somehow keeping a smile. Justin notices this, and looks confused as Alice speaks.
You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. Maybe he’s just pretending to time travel to make people think he’s crazy so he has an advantage over them when they take him lightly. Or maybe he really does go back in time in his dreams, anything is possible my dear. But that attitude is exactly what you need to win your first match. I wish you the best of luck, even though I don’t quite agree with what you’re doing. It’s just so dangerous…
I thought the infamous “Wrestling is dangerous and you shouldn’t do it anymore speech” was coming up, but luckily she ended it there. And maybe she’s right, maybe the reason I haven’t won a match is that I’m too quick to judge my opponents. Either way I have to keep my head in the match, now that she’s going to be watching the last thing I need to do is embarrass myself even farther. I owe it to her to win this match... her and my parents. Maybe my uncle will even begin to notice me…
Fade.
A clanking noise is heard as a bowl of cereal is shown on screen. A hand manipulating a spoon is shown swirling around the bowl of cereal, making a chocolaty whirlpool of milk and cocoa puffs. The camera pans out to show Justin Bauer sitting on a wooden bar stool type chair, docked at the island table in his kitchen. He is wearing white Fila sneakers, a simple pair of blue jeans, and a plain white hooded zip up sweatshirt, only zipped halfway, partially showing a blue affliction t-shirt. Justin, seeming to have no appetite, continues to play with his breakfast when a Caucasian woman, aged roughly sixty years old, walks into view with a smile on her face. Justin pays no attention to her.
Alice has been my house keeper since I was a child, and when my parents passed away she offered to take me in. Almost as if she felt obligated to take care of me, she’s been almost like a mother to me for ten years. She always has a smile on her face, even when she’s worried or angry. I don’t know how she does it, but if it wasn’t for her I’d have been put in a foster home a long time ago, and I never would’ve been able to chase my dreams of wrestling. But she’s always able to know when something’s bothering me. And she always tries to fix it even when she knows I want to keep to myself. Natural motherly instinct I guess.
“What’s the problem, dear? Is the cereal stale? I can make you one of my omelets if you‘d like. Or is something else bothering you?”
I could just lie and say it was the cereal, but she knows better than that. Sometimes I feel like she always knows what’s wrong before I even tell her what it is. I swear the woman’s a psychic or something. But I kind of owe it to her to be honest with her, after all she takes care of my house for next to nothing while I’m away. I mean the house has six bedrooms, letting her stay in one isn’t that much of a price to pay.
“No, Alice, the cereal is fine. It’s my so called career. I don’t know if it’s going to work out the way I wanted it to. I just can’t seem to hang with the guys in FWF, they’re all miles ahead of what the XPW guys could do. I was the best that company had, and I go to FWF and I have yet to win a single match!”
“Oh, is that all? Don’t you worry about that, you just need to get used to the change. You’ll be a champion before you know it.
Justin then lets out a fake smile, to show Alice her kind words meant something to him, even though they didn’t exactly make him feel any better. Justin places his hand on the kitchen table and pushes out, to allow himself space to get off the stool. He stands up with his bowl of cereal and walks over to a cabinet, and opens the door. He dumps the contents of the bowl into the garbage, and places the bowl in the sink, as the fake smile quickly fades now that his back is turned to Alice.
Well, I wasn’t technically lying to her. That was kind of bothering me. But the thing that’s really getting to me is that I’ve passed by my uncle in the locker room countless times, and he didn’t even glance at me. I don’t even think he knows who I am… Either that or he’s embarrassed to say he knows who I am. Everyone tells me it isn’t my fault, but I can’t help but blame myself for the death of my mother, his sister. But I can‘t waste time worrying about someone who fails to acknowledge that I even exist. I have a match that I need to prepare for, and this time I’m not taking him lightly.
“By the way, who is your next game against? I’ll be looking out for you on the show.”
Game? I don’t consider this a game at all. But I can’t really blame her, she was never a fan of the sport. She didn’t want me pursuing this career at all, she thinks I’m going to end up with a serious injury or brain damage or something. Not that it’s impossible, but there’s a risk in every choice you make in life, this is no different.
“I’m facing Timothy Vortex… he’s a very unique man who’s convinced he found the secret to time travel. It’s a cute play on words really, his name is Tim E. Vortex. By his logic, if I change my name to Tornado I’d be able to destroy cities in minutes. What a joke that is, the guy must have some serious brain damage if he thinks he can time travel. I’m not going to underestimate what he can do in the ring by any means, but that doesn’t make him any less of a joke. I know if I keep my mind in the game I can beat him.
Justin wipes the frown off of his face and turns back to face Alice, who gets a look of disappointment on her face, somehow keeping a smile. Justin notices this, and looks confused as Alice speaks.
You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. Maybe he’s just pretending to time travel to make people think he’s crazy so he has an advantage over them when they take him lightly. Or maybe he really does go back in time in his dreams, anything is possible my dear. But that attitude is exactly what you need to win your first match. I wish you the best of luck, even though I don’t quite agree with what you’re doing. It’s just so dangerous…
I thought the infamous “Wrestling is dangerous and you shouldn’t do it anymore speech” was coming up, but luckily she ended it there. And maybe she’s right, maybe the reason I haven’t won a match is that I’m too quick to judge my opponents. Either way I have to keep my head in the match, now that she’s going to be watching the last thing I need to do is embarrass myself even farther. I owe it to her to win this match... her and my parents. Maybe my uncle will even begin to notice me…
Fade.