Post by alexahayes on Aug 9, 2020 18:54:37 GMT -5
Alexander Hayes looked up into the sun and smiled. The Black Hills of South Dakota on Pine Ridge reservation has never looked sweeter. He was accustomed to traveling from city to city whether it be going to pow wows or competing in indie wrestling feds. It was his dream until the day his father passed away and started his journey into the Western Gate. This was when he was called home.
As he danced to center himself, he could feel the wind coming off the hills of the mountain, his braided hair swaying behind him with every step on the rocky earth. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that made him stop mid-step. He snapped his head over his left shoulder to see who it was and to his surprise he couldn't believe who he saw.
"Alexander my friend! How are you doing?"
It was Victor. He was a little older than Hayes knew him to be, his face worn with wrinkles and his look, grave. A broad smile escaped from his lips, something that Alexander knew Victor never did.
"I've been better. The death of my father has been hard pressed on my heart. I can still feel his presence, but his energy, well, isn't the same."
Hayes lowered his head in sadness. The death of his father had been extremely difficult. There wasn't a day that he had thought about him.
And he knew that. Victor did too. Not much went by the old man, his brother, friend and teacher.
Victor walked closer, "Ah, yes. I was at the funeral. I'm sorry Alexander. He was a very good, traditional man. He even taught me a thing or two about our culture."
Alex gave him a somber smile, "Yeah, he has that habit, for sure. You know what's funny? He never came to any of my wrestling matches. It was almost as if he was afraid of mainstream media."
"Well, Alex, our people never really did have anything to do with media of any sort. In speaking of media, I heard you were headed back into the business?"
Alexander's eyes grew wide with surprise as Victor mentioned it. He had wondered how he knew, but he had his suspicions. News never did stay hidden long on the reservation. It always spread like wildfire.
Before he said a word, Victor bade Alexander to come closer as he began to walk up towards the residential area. And that was a way from the sacred ground.
"Don't be surprised Alex. Your mother told me that you were. Aren't you afraid of any permanent injuries?"
"Always. But there are risks in anything you do, but what gets me is the man that I'm facing this Monday night. His name is Travis, I guess? But he writes in emojis."
"Go on, Alex."
"Well, he seems innocent enough for a monster who likes Wingding and is expressionless. How do you beat a man like that? Simple, you take his legs out. Yes, I am known as a mat wrestler, a submissionist if you will. I know a million and one moves that can take you out Mr. Winding the emoji man. If you think your stature is enough to scare me, you are wrong. I've been in the ring with many men your size and many have tried to intimidate me with their stoic expression.
Just like all the others, you'll go down when I lock in that ankle lock and you're looking up at those lights, you'll be wondering what happened to you. If I were you, I'd keep myself aware of my surroundings because I could snap that ankle at any moment.
That's right Travis, there is no amount of books that could save you from the defeat that is heading your way. Running out of room in your book to convey your message to me, that was your fault. What I'm trying to say is come Monday nights it's gonna be a snapped ankle and a loss for you my friend. See you Monday."
As he danced to center himself, he could feel the wind coming off the hills of the mountain, his braided hair swaying behind him with every step on the rocky earth. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that made him stop mid-step. He snapped his head over his left shoulder to see who it was and to his surprise he couldn't believe who he saw.
"Alexander my friend! How are you doing?"
It was Victor. He was a little older than Hayes knew him to be, his face worn with wrinkles and his look, grave. A broad smile escaped from his lips, something that Alexander knew Victor never did.
"I've been better. The death of my father has been hard pressed on my heart. I can still feel his presence, but his energy, well, isn't the same."
Hayes lowered his head in sadness. The death of his father had been extremely difficult. There wasn't a day that he had thought about him.
And he knew that. Victor did too. Not much went by the old man, his brother, friend and teacher.
Victor walked closer, "Ah, yes. I was at the funeral. I'm sorry Alexander. He was a very good, traditional man. He even taught me a thing or two about our culture."
Alex gave him a somber smile, "Yeah, he has that habit, for sure. You know what's funny? He never came to any of my wrestling matches. It was almost as if he was afraid of mainstream media."
"Well, Alex, our people never really did have anything to do with media of any sort. In speaking of media, I heard you were headed back into the business?"
Alexander's eyes grew wide with surprise as Victor mentioned it. He had wondered how he knew, but he had his suspicions. News never did stay hidden long on the reservation. It always spread like wildfire.
Before he said a word, Victor bade Alexander to come closer as he began to walk up towards the residential area. And that was a way from the sacred ground.
"Don't be surprised Alex. Your mother told me that you were. Aren't you afraid of any permanent injuries?"
"Always. But there are risks in anything you do, but what gets me is the man that I'm facing this Monday night. His name is Travis, I guess? But he writes in emojis."
"Go on, Alex."
"Well, he seems innocent enough for a monster who likes Wingding and is expressionless. How do you beat a man like that? Simple, you take his legs out. Yes, I am known as a mat wrestler, a submissionist if you will. I know a million and one moves that can take you out Mr. Winding the emoji man. If you think your stature is enough to scare me, you are wrong. I've been in the ring with many men your size and many have tried to intimidate me with their stoic expression.
Just like all the others, you'll go down when I lock in that ankle lock and you're looking up at those lights, you'll be wondering what happened to you. If I were you, I'd keep myself aware of my surroundings because I could snap that ankle at any moment.
That's right Travis, there is no amount of books that could save you from the defeat that is heading your way. Running out of room in your book to convey your message to me, that was your fault. What I'm trying to say is come Monday nights it's gonna be a snapped ankle and a loss for you my friend. See you Monday."
