Post by Dallas Blake on Nov 18, 2016 2:45:34 GMT
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Los Angeles, California
Starbucks
If there was one thing Dallas Blake had going for him other than his good looks, charisma, and bank account, it was the fact he had a lot of patience. His return to in-ring action in RSW was slowly approaching and he was about as ready as he could possibly be. Jace O’Brien had made the stereotypical argument you would expect of someone who was an absolute idiot and had nothing going for him other than the fact he had a sexy body and incredible beard. The only thing that had caught Dallas off guard was the fact Jace had only used one derogatory remark about Dallas’ lifestyle.
“A Nancy boy,” the 18-year old chuckled as he waited for the barista to finish making the peppermint soy latte he had ordered.
He drummed his fingers against the countertop as he scrolled through an article he had been reading about the state of RSW and its champions. Dallas didn't give a fuck about Mondae Chaos or ZERO (at the moment, FYI), but like his sister, he studied his opponents carefully.
“The Bay Area Butcher has consistently performed at a high level and has left a path of carnage. His opponents have rarely left the ring unscathed and next Thursday’s Vendetta should be no exception. As talented as Dallas Blake should be, his lack of overall care for the sport will continue to hold him back. A lot of people question why he's going to give wrestling a try again. The three matches he's participated in have all ended badly, and one of those were against O’Brien. The match was a lopsided affair with Blake getting in very little offense. He has yet to show off his technical superiority. O’Brien will likely repeat his performance from back in July.”
Dallas took his drink from the barista and his eyes were glued to his phone as he headed out the door. When Dallas collided with an incoming patron, it knocked his drink from his hands.
“The fuck?”
“Sorry, bro!”
Dallas looked down at his coffee drenched Sperrys and then up at the sheepish looking offender. His heart nearly stopped. Chace Ellington, the number one overall pick from the most recent NFL draft and quarterback for the Los Angeles Rams, was cringing.
Time legit stopped.
“Uhhh yeah. Sorry, man,” Chace finally said, breaking the silence.
Dallas snapped out of his trance. “My bad.”
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A Few Hours Later
ZENROX NUTRITION & FITNESS
“I think it's great you're going to try wrestling again!”
Alexa “Vanity” Jennings gave her former stepson a hug. Dallas hugged her back and felt himself actually relax for the first time in ages.
“Thanks. Ari’s sugar daddy has it out for me for whatever reason, but I think I'll hold my own next Thursday. Jace only seems to be able to boast about wins against Brightly and Van Zant, but I'm a better wrestler than both of them and I actually match Jace in terms of size so he can't push me around.”
Alexa and Dallas walked into the yoga portion of Alexa’s studio. She had a meeting with one of her clients in about ten minutes.
“Your first match against him didn't go well.” She was sympathetic like always.
“Terrible and everyone thinks it will be a repeat. But I'm quicker than Jace and despite my lack of experience, I'm a better wrestler. He's a brawler type and I'm not going to allow the match to be a fight. I can match him move for move unlike his previous opponents and the last time Jace truly went against something who had a similar skill level, he lost. That was to Archer who's nearly captured the Supreme Championship. I’ve known Jace has been with MGM since the start so I’ve done my homework. I’ve seen every match he’s had and I know his style. I’ve shown RSW nothing so actually, I’m a wildcard.”
Before Alexa could reply, the door opened and in walked the guy Dallas had bumped into earlier. Chace Ellington seemed just as shocked to see Dallas as Dallas was to see him, and Alexa beamed.
“You two know each other?”
Chace shot the blond a cocky smile.
“Sorta. How do you know each other?”
Dallas shrugged.
“It’s complicated. Do you mind if I stick around, Alexa?”
Alexa looked over at Chace. It was his private session, after all. He grinned.
“I’m good.”
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