Moments [vs Jaice Wilds and Road Dawg, MNM]
Jul 11, 2019 5:26:55 GMT -5
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Post by Spartan on Jul 11, 2019 5:26:55 GMT -5
Sometime Ago
The rain was teaming down, raining cats and dogs is how the layman would describe the weather as it was right now. On the coastal cliffs was a single figure, staring off over the ocean and into the blackened horizon. He was struggling. He was a giant, a giant with a ginger beard; yet he carried the stance of a fallen man. Sad, pathetic, anything but imposing figure that a man of his size and stature should be. Standing in the rain, soaked to the core. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a phone. He fumbles with the screen in the wet. He finds what he is looking for on the phone, and raises it to his ear.
“D - It’s Tristan.”
A pause.
“That offer still stand?”
A longer pause and a sigh.
“She got it all. Fuckin’ all of it.”
He frowns.
“Can I borrow the cash for the ticket?”
Sadness washes over his face.
“Cheers. I text ya details when I get ‘em yeh?”
Pause. Sad smile.
“Catch ya.”
He removes the phone from his ear and shoves it back into pocket. He flicks the hood of his jacket over his head, not that it will prevent much rain. The ginger-bearded giant trudges away from the ocean cliffs with the weariness of a defeated man, beaten mercilessly by heavy rain and emotion. He moves forward to his next destination.
Spartan is sitting on a wooden stool, behind him in the is a black curtain, displaying the “Alpha Pro” logo. He is wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt that is also adorned with the “Alpha Pro” logo. His giant ginger beard is dominating his face, that still bears some of the scars from the brutal hardcore brawl that lead to the indomitable Dean Wolf being crowned, not only the inaugural Hardcore Champion, but the iinauguralchampion in all of Alpha Pro Wrestling.
Showtime.
“Sometimes things don’t go your way. Ideally, I would over walked out of Atlantic City in possession of the APW Hardcore Title. But, the fight, guile, and sheer bloody mindedness of Dean Wolf - proved that he wasn’t going to be beaten in that match. No matter, what I, Zombie McMorris or my opponents in my next match Jaice Wilds and Road Dawg through at him. His will to win was insurmountable. Wolf deserved his victory; but after hearing the recent announcements about the upcoming Alpha Showdown - he is going to have to prove that he deserves to keep it.
But I digress, this isn’t about Alpha Showdown - this is about Monday Night Metal. My triple threat match against Wilds and Road Dawg. “
Repetitive.
Spartan strokes his beard.
“Experience versus enthusiasm - I guess that could sum up this battle. The pair of you are vastly more experienced than me in the ring. I’m a rookie - Hell, let’s look at the facts this is only my second match EVER. I just have to make sure it also isn’t my second loss ever. Especially, when you consider I have already have been rewarded with a Hardcore Title shot. Yet, I know I need more than enthusiasm to be able to unseat either of you… dare I say legends of the ring. I need to channel every piece of my inner strength to put myself in a position that I am the one that emerges victorious from this match.
Not you - Jaice Wilds.
Not you - Road Dawg.
But me - Spartan.
That’s the end goal - victory. Truth be told, the point just made is redundant as almost everyone who steps into the ring is here to win.”
Spartan shrugs.
“See, if I was to come away from this match with a win - it would look poor of the part of the booking committee rewarding a zero and two wrestler with a title shot. But, my record isn’t really of importance, nor is the title shot that comes at Showdown.
And, yes I know I am repeating myself.”
Focus.
“The point, right now, is that I need to concentrate on unseating two veterans of the squared circle. Two men, who more than likely have forgotten more than I even learned about this business. It also means that I continually learning - I will be learning from the two of you as we fight on the canvas between the ropes and outside of the ring if the situation demands. I will learn what makes you move Jaice. I will the way you move, Road Dawg - seeking my moment for my victory.”
Head on a swivel
“One thing I learned from the hell that the Hardcore Title match, was that I needed to keep my head on swivel - that I need to be wary of being attacked from any one of three hundred and sixty degrees. It wasn’t a straight ahead fist fight that you get when you face a single opponent. And that learning experience will help me in our match. And I know the pair of you had the same experience - but when you are starting from the bottom like I am - you always have more to learn. I will be watching when you fly from the sky - Jaice. I will watch when you ride your bike to the ring - Road Dawg. I will watch where come from, and I will strike you down before can strike me down - because that is what I need to do in a fight to ensure victory.”
“Those moments… those moments when they come in the ring - those are the moments that decide when you win or lose. That’s why I need to be ready for either of you, throw at me. It’s why I need to be ready for either of you to strike me from anywhere. It’s why I need to learn from the both of you.
What you do.
How you do it.
And when you do it.
Then I need to stop it. Counter it.
If I don’t - I lose. Pretty simple really.
Then again, when I find a way to block it and when I find a way to counter it. Then - well, the chances of victory increase exponentially. Even for a rookie like me.”
Always a chance.
“The way I see it - they’re things working against me in this match and they’re are things working for me. The trick is taking advantage of what is happening in front of me. Taking something this working against me and turning it into a situation that works for me. I know I have size over the both of you. That’s an advantage for me. We’ve all talked about the experience edge you two have of me. But, when you get back to the size advantage - I’ve got to put either of you in one of those moments that allows my size advantage to shine through.
Jaice - your speed and agility is your advantage - I have to counter that. It’s a classic David versus Goliath scenario. We all know that went down - doesn’t look good for me. Unless, I can find a way to counter your slingshot to the skull - I know I am going down.
It’s the same slingshot you need to counter - Road Dawg. But, with your straight ahead brawling style I need to be aware of your fists and your feet. If one of those lands on my jaw - I know I am gone. I know that for a fact, after I wore several brutal shots from your fists in the hardcore hell. And this time, there is only Wilds to stop you beating me. I know if I don’t avoid that shot - I am going down.
Yet, if I counter that slingshot to the skull.
Or, if I block one of those brutal fists to my jaw.
I do things - chances are - I win.”
That’s the goal.
Spartan stands up from his stool.
“Victory is always my goal. In this case; I will do what I need to go through you, Jaice Wilds and I will do the same to go through you Road Dawg."
Spartan steps forward, his imposing frame as dominating as his ginger beard.
“Remember… I am Spartan!”
