Post by Bryce Albright on Nov 1, 2016 1:04:17 GMT
Bryce stepped through the halls of the nursing home with authority. His peacoat covered the majority of the suit he was wearing. Following closely behind him was his grandmother for whom the years had been kind. She was spry for a seventy-six year old woman. The two eventually reached a bedroom door that caused Bryce to stop dead in his tracks. "It's okay, Brycie. He'll be happy to see you."
Bryce took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled from his mouth. He turned on his heel and walked into the room. There in front of a blank television sat his grandfather for whom the years, and his body, were not so kind. "Hey Grandpa, it's Bryce!" He says through a trembling throat. "I'm sorry I haven't come to see you in a while; I've been a little busy outside of work."
His grandfather didn't turn his head or even look at Bryce. "Mhmm" was all he could murmur. His eyes stared blankly at the television screen.
"Um...hey Grandpa, I have something to show you!" Bryce said, suddenly becoming excited. He opened his jacket and pulled the Absolute Championship belt from his waist. "I've won my first professional wrestling championship!" His voice became somber again. "There are people who aren't too happy about it though. There's this one guy in particular, he's a better submission wrestler and he throws a hell of a kick-" he puts his hand on his jaw. "But I'm bigger, I'm faster than he is. What I lack I'm striking I make up for in my ability to recover, maintain composure and focus. He's just a little better than me at using his environment to his advantage; and he can take a bit more of a beating than I can. I make up for it on my technical wrestling ability and my submission defence. Honestly..." He looks down. "We're pretty evenly matched. If I don't leave ScreamFest with this title, I wanted to show you how far I've come. I've been in the game for a year now, and I've won a championship. I'm sure Mom is proud of me."
His grandpa would have cried if he was able to, but he wasn't. He was barely even there. All he could do is murmur, "mhmm".
"I, uh..." Bryce sniffled. "I brought you something else. I found it while I was going through some old tapes."
He reached into his coat and produced a video tape. The paper strip on the front read 'XCWF - ADAM BLAKE V. MATT VADON' written in the shorthand of his grandpa.
He put the tape into the VCR attached to the television and turned the screen on. Coming out first was a very young Matt Vadon. Bryce turned toward the door and nodded to his grandma. They walked out the door together and left the building.
Still inside the room, Bryce's grandpa's eyes lit up. "mmhm... Bryce, isn't Adam Blake your favourite wrestler?" He mutters.
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"Why do you fight, Bryce?" William Bekowski yelled in Bryce's face. Bryce was cold, calm, methodical. Bekowski slapped him in the face. "How are you going to win if you don't know why your fighting?"
"Just like Zero, I have my reasons to fight," Bryce said, his voice not betraying his anger from being slapped. "And I don't feel like it is quite time to reveal these reasons. Check this out Mr. Bekowski," Bryce pulled the right sleeve of his shirt over to show the camera; on it a bright red heart. "I wear my heart on my sleeve. Everything I say, everything I do, it's all transparent. There is no conspiracy, no working with Shawn DeLise to vanquish Zero. There is no protecting the hottest dang champion RSW has ever seen, because I don't need protecting. There was no plan to prevent Zero from competing at ScreamFest, so stop buying into his crap. He keeps trying to throw me under the bus and talk about what I have done, but he has yet to explain his actions. Taking out Grand Larson; why shouldn't I finish a match against an opponent since the bell didn't ring? Why shouldn't I teach Larson, and more importantly, Zero a lesson about why you don't attack an Albright? In fact, why don't we hear an explanation from Zero? Why did he not show up for his match against me? He knew the consequences, and he knew Larson would have to take his place. Still he fed his manager to the wolves. He wants to comment on what Shawn and I have done to Miles, but none of it would have happened if he would have just shown up for his match."
Bryce shoves a finger into William Bekowski's shoulder. Bekowski's face does betray the anger. "While we are on that subject, Zero wants to complain about not getting a championship match at Deception. Remember that he was never promised a match for a title at Deception. Remember he was perfectly willing to go along with the plans of Arianny Blake if it meant he'd get something in return. Remember that given the opportunity Zero would be in my shoes right now, but he's not." Bryce stood his ground as Bekowski closed what little distance there was between the two. "Remember that after he was screwed by Arianny and unmasked by me he disappeared for a month; a freaking month. Who deserves to be anywhere near a championship when they disappear for a month?"
"Don't you ever poke me like that again. Do you understand me, kid?" Bekowski's face was as red as a tomato.
"Do something about it, old man. I am standing right here and I am ready to go. I'll finally have an opponent that isn't afraid to fight me face to face." Bekowski backed off. He knew what Albright was doing.
"You might just get your wish."
"I welcome it; for once Zero won't be a coward. He hides from me for a month, he hides his stupid face behind a mask. He needed to be told to stay away from me during the match. Having to walk into a death match as the ref for two guys that want your head, I had known one of the two would try something after I counted the three. I was hesitant to walk out for the match, but I still went out there. That's something Zero can't say for himself. Now there can be no crap. No Issak, no Larson, no Lauren, no father there. Finally Zero will have to fight me face to face. Given his composure and his focus, he will be too focused on trying to hurt me to win the match. He has already shown that his focus isn't where it needs to be. He is so quick to point out he is more agile than me, but ignores the fact that he isn't all that agile himself. He's quick to dismiss my strength and speed combination, but quick to point out his striking and endurance in which he has a slight advantage over me. It's crap!"
Bekowski sighed and turned away from Bryce. "Hit the showers, kid. We're done."
END.
Bryce took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled from his mouth. He turned on his heel and walked into the room. There in front of a blank television sat his grandfather for whom the years, and his body, were not so kind. "Hey Grandpa, it's Bryce!" He says through a trembling throat. "I'm sorry I haven't come to see you in a while; I've been a little busy outside of work."
His grandfather didn't turn his head or even look at Bryce. "Mhmm" was all he could murmur. His eyes stared blankly at the television screen.
"Um...hey Grandpa, I have something to show you!" Bryce said, suddenly becoming excited. He opened his jacket and pulled the Absolute Championship belt from his waist. "I've won my first professional wrestling championship!" His voice became somber again. "There are people who aren't too happy about it though. There's this one guy in particular, he's a better submission wrestler and he throws a hell of a kick-" he puts his hand on his jaw. "But I'm bigger, I'm faster than he is. What I lack I'm striking I make up for in my ability to recover, maintain composure and focus. He's just a little better than me at using his environment to his advantage; and he can take a bit more of a beating than I can. I make up for it on my technical wrestling ability and my submission defence. Honestly..." He looks down. "We're pretty evenly matched. If I don't leave ScreamFest with this title, I wanted to show you how far I've come. I've been in the game for a year now, and I've won a championship. I'm sure Mom is proud of me."
His grandpa would have cried if he was able to, but he wasn't. He was barely even there. All he could do is murmur, "mhmm".
"I, uh..." Bryce sniffled. "I brought you something else. I found it while I was going through some old tapes."
He reached into his coat and produced a video tape. The paper strip on the front read 'XCWF - ADAM BLAKE V. MATT VADON' written in the shorthand of his grandpa.
He put the tape into the VCR attached to the television and turned the screen on. Coming out first was a very young Matt Vadon. Bryce turned toward the door and nodded to his grandma. They walked out the door together and left the building.
Still inside the room, Bryce's grandpa's eyes lit up. "mmhm... Bryce, isn't Adam Blake your favourite wrestler?" He mutters.
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"Why do you fight, Bryce?" William Bekowski yelled in Bryce's face. Bryce was cold, calm, methodical. Bekowski slapped him in the face. "How are you going to win if you don't know why your fighting?"
"Just like Zero, I have my reasons to fight," Bryce said, his voice not betraying his anger from being slapped. "And I don't feel like it is quite time to reveal these reasons. Check this out Mr. Bekowski," Bryce pulled the right sleeve of his shirt over to show the camera; on it a bright red heart. "I wear my heart on my sleeve. Everything I say, everything I do, it's all transparent. There is no conspiracy, no working with Shawn DeLise to vanquish Zero. There is no protecting the hottest dang champion RSW has ever seen, because I don't need protecting. There was no plan to prevent Zero from competing at ScreamFest, so stop buying into his crap. He keeps trying to throw me under the bus and talk about what I have done, but he has yet to explain his actions. Taking out Grand Larson; why shouldn't I finish a match against an opponent since the bell didn't ring? Why shouldn't I teach Larson, and more importantly, Zero a lesson about why you don't attack an Albright? In fact, why don't we hear an explanation from Zero? Why did he not show up for his match against me? He knew the consequences, and he knew Larson would have to take his place. Still he fed his manager to the wolves. He wants to comment on what Shawn and I have done to Miles, but none of it would have happened if he would have just shown up for his match."
Bryce shoves a finger into William Bekowski's shoulder. Bekowski's face does betray the anger. "While we are on that subject, Zero wants to complain about not getting a championship match at Deception. Remember that he was never promised a match for a title at Deception. Remember he was perfectly willing to go along with the plans of Arianny Blake if it meant he'd get something in return. Remember that given the opportunity Zero would be in my shoes right now, but he's not." Bryce stood his ground as Bekowski closed what little distance there was between the two. "Remember that after he was screwed by Arianny and unmasked by me he disappeared for a month; a freaking month. Who deserves to be anywhere near a championship when they disappear for a month?"
"Don't you ever poke me like that again. Do you understand me, kid?" Bekowski's face was as red as a tomato.
"Do something about it, old man. I am standing right here and I am ready to go. I'll finally have an opponent that isn't afraid to fight me face to face." Bekowski backed off. He knew what Albright was doing.
"You might just get your wish."
"I welcome it; for once Zero won't be a coward. He hides from me for a month, he hides his stupid face behind a mask. He needed to be told to stay away from me during the match. Having to walk into a death match as the ref for two guys that want your head, I had known one of the two would try something after I counted the three. I was hesitant to walk out for the match, but I still went out there. That's something Zero can't say for himself. Now there can be no crap. No Issak, no Larson, no Lauren, no father there. Finally Zero will have to fight me face to face. Given his composure and his focus, he will be too focused on trying to hurt me to win the match. He has already shown that his focus isn't where it needs to be. He is so quick to point out he is more agile than me, but ignores the fact that he isn't all that agile himself. He's quick to dismiss my strength and speed combination, but quick to point out his striking and endurance in which he has a slight advantage over me. It's crap!"
Bekowski sighed and turned away from Bryce. "Hit the showers, kid. We're done."
END.
