Post by Lord Blake on Jul 7, 2016 22:05:31 GMT
His tail would find him soon though. There were only a few places Lord Blake could be and Equinox Union Street was near the top of the list. He hadn't been able to work out on his own, really hadn't been able to do anything on his own, since last Thursday night. Dad and Driver agreed: the beating he and Raven took behind the scenes of Vendetta was abnormal. It was a targeted attack; nothing was taken from them so it couldn't have been a random mugging. The person was too well covered and knew how to avoid security cameras. This was planned.
So, no one let him or Ravey leave the house alone. A run through the park, a shopping trip along Chestnut Street, a night at the bars, there was always someone dressed in black watching them from a safe distance.
That's why he'd cancelled his session with his personal trainer this afternoon. This time is his and his alone. His UnderArmor shirt is damp as it works overtime to wick away the sweat of his work out. He finds a yoga studio empty at this hour in the afternoon and steps inside, sitting cross-legged on a mat in the center of the room.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up the YouTube app, searching out videos of his opponents for next week's Vendetta. While Walter Hobbs is entertaining as hell, watching Disney clips of Jack Skellington’s ghost dog is boring without Ravey. Instead, he turns his phone's front-facing camera on and aims it at himself. Through the window behind him the city lights of San Francisco begin to come on as the sun sets. It makes a great backdrop for the video he plans on posting to Insta.
“They're going to find me soon, buuuut I don't even care. It's been a terrible week having someone look over our shoulders every second of the day. It's worse than the beating I took on Vendetta last week - y'all saw me on there, right? Having 24 hour babysitters has almost been worse than the thing that started it all. I almost wish whoever it is tried me in my own home because right now these secret service assholes are useless to me.”
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
“Literally nothing out of the ordinary has happened to either of us. Who ever it is has given up, so all there is for me to do now is look ahead to next Thursday and the second Vendetta. It shouldn't come as a surprise that after killing it in the very first match in RSW Vendetta history I have been promoted to the main event of the very next show. I mean, of course they did. That shouldn't come as a surprise to any of y'all."
A smile starts to form on his face when a man bursts through the glass studio door pointing out Lord Blake to the person behind him before whispering something into his shirt cuff. Driver casually strolls in behind the man looking proud that he’s finally tracked down his charge. Lord looks into the camera one final time.
“Welp, they’re here.”
He closes the app as Driver approaches him and sticks out a hand to help Lord up.Lord takes it and gets to his feet then folds his arms across his broad chest defiantly. Driver holds up his hands in front of him; he's come in peace.
“I'm not here to drag you back home, no matter how much your father wants me to. You want to get out there on your own with your detail? Fine. No one is taking blame if you get jumped again though. This is professional wrestling. Your father had to have eyes in the back of his head for most of his career. If you want to follow in his footsteps you're going to have to too. You've got a match next Thursday. I suggest you start studying.”
With that, Driver turns on his heel and leaves the studio.
