Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2021 3:04:18 GMT -5
The sun beat down on the most sophisticated area in Atlanta, Georgia. The scorching heat proving unbearable to most human beings, particularly seniors. The golf-carts stood in silence while those in their comfortable houses tried to cool themselves with air conditioning and fans. On this day, one thing was clear. They were the fortunate ones.
At the center of this glitzy realm was a large mansion with pillars of stone. As classy and upscale a home could possibly get, it contained many things most could only dream of having, such as robot servants and automatic sinks. Inside the master bedroom was the kingpin of this modern-day kingdom, Tyson Deuce. Dressed in only his underwear, the former amaetur-wrestling star wrapped his limbs all across the bed, snoring away with not a care in the world.
Everything was peaceful...until…
Those were the words spoken by professional trainer Hayden as he kicked down the door. The sudden uptick of noise jolted Tyson up and he flailed about, frantically moving his pupils every which way.
The world-caliber wrestler continued to spin around in a state of confusion and fear until he perched his eyes on his girlfriend, Colbie Devitt. Her short brown hair, bold black eyes and expressionless face seeming to soothe him. It helped that Colbie was one of the most naturally beautiful women in the world, her looks capable of taming any man. She glances at her boyfriend and nodded.
Tyson replied back, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Colbie observed her boyfriend, slightly amused at his plight.
Tyson blinked, looking at his girlfriend with an utterly confused look before staring at the clock. 10:25 AM. He sighed, giving himself a facepalm before glancing at Colbie,.
She motioned towards the extremely tall, muscular German, her voice taking a lamenting tone.
Hayden glared at Tyson, his eyes seemingly bulging out of his own face. Visibly unnerved, Tyson nevertheless looked him in the eye.
Tyson tried to smile at Hayden, only managing to pull off an unconvincing half-smirk. Seeing this display, Hayden merely scoffed, muttering to himself.
A few minutes later, Tyson was out of the bed and in the dining hall, now fully clothed and enjoying some Belgian waffles. Upon finishing, Colbie cleared her throat, gathering Tyson's undivided attention.
Tyson nods, vividly remembering the contract signing.
Hayden smiled excitedly, banging his fist on the table.
Colbie gently shook her head at Hayden's direction.
Hayden's face turned to one of sadness as Colbie swung her head towards Tyson.
Tyson nodded uncomfortably.
Hayden also nodded, a gleefully childish smile on his face.
Tyson looked at his personal trainer, trying desperately not to break out into laughter as Colbie stared at Hayden, unamused.
Colbie turned her attention towards Tyson, noting the clear as day corpsing he was doing and cleared her throat, getting him to pay attention.
Colbie clasps her hands together.
Colbie stares into Tyson's eyes with intent.
Without any second thoughts, Tyson nodded before looking at Colbie with vigor.
Colbie grinned, satisfied with the response.
Hayden cracked his knuckles into place, looking at Tyson with masochistic delight.
As soon as Hayden said it, Colbie stared at him, her black eyes staring down at his soul.
Hayden gulped, nodding out of fear.
As Tyson watched Colbie and Hayden's discussion, a feeling of dread began to submerge from the pits of his stomach. Oh sure, Hayden was a well-established wrestler in Germany and had the look of a razor-sharp assassin, but to say he wasn't all there would be putting it lightly. One thing was certain. Training was going to be hell.
Several minutes later…
Tyson stood at the left corner of the ring, observing Hayden’s various muscle-flexes. He could only guess what might’ve been going through his trainer’s mind. Possibly something about death or whatever, who the hell knew for sure? He closed his eyes, trying to keep his mind on his impending match when he opened his eyes and saw Hayden’s large pupils staring right back at him.
Tyson puts his hands up in defense, shaking his head as he does so.
Hayden pounds his hands together, the sound echoing across the halls. It almost felt like the warning shot in the beginning of a war. Hayden walked to the center of the ring, motioning for his partner to follow him. Tyson would do so, walking as if he was being taken to a slaughterhouse. He looked at Hayden’s face, sensing the intensity in his eyes...then, without warning, he was thrust into a collar and elbow tie-up.
Taken aback by this sudden interaction, Tyson nods.
Hayden pushes Tyson back to a corner.
To showcase what he means, Hayden uses his large right hand to light Tyson’s chest up with a sickening chop. Tyson cries out in pain much to his trainer’s displeasure.
He chops Tyson on the chest again, leading to another wail of agony. Hayden sighs, annoyed.
Tyson glances at his chest, observing the multiple red-marks plastered over it before looking at Hayden.
Hayden stares at him blankly.
Sure enough, he winds up and hits Tyson on the chest for the third time. But this time, Tyson doesn’t scream. Either due to him starting to feel numb or Hayden’s teachings actually starting to work. Hayden looks at the up and coming wrestler and nods in satisfaction.
“Finally” Tyson thinks to himself. “A chance to relax.” Sure enough, he is wrong as Hayden punches him in the face, rocking him hard. Tyson glares at his trainer, baffled.
Hayden goes to punch Tyson again, only for him to dodge out of the way and land a right of his own. To Tyson’s shock, Hayden crumbles down to the ground like a house full of bricks. Tyson looks on in absolute horror, wondering what on Earth he’s done. A few seconds pass, the tension filling the air until Hayden finally gets his left arm up, giving Tyson a thumbs up.
Tyson steps back, unsure of what to make of Hayden’s seal of approval. He gets in-between the ring ropes, staring at the ring canvas before running off before Hayden can wake up. Today, he had wagered his pride and came up big. At what cost? Well, I suppose we’ll find out when his first match occurs.
At the center of this glitzy realm was a large mansion with pillars of stone. As classy and upscale a home could possibly get, it contained many things most could only dream of having, such as robot servants and automatic sinks. Inside the master bedroom was the kingpin of this modern-day kingdom, Tyson Deuce. Dressed in only his underwear, the former amaetur-wrestling star wrapped his limbs all across the bed, snoring away with not a care in the world.
Everything was peaceful...until…
Hayden: WAKEY-WAKEY, EGGS UND BAKEY!
Those were the words spoken by professional trainer Hayden as he kicked down the door. The sudden uptick of noise jolted Tyson up and he flailed about, frantically moving his pupils every which way.
Tyson Deuce: What, what? Who's there? Hello?
The world-caliber wrestler continued to spin around in a state of confusion and fear until he perched his eyes on his girlfriend, Colbie Devitt. Her short brown hair, bold black eyes and expressionless face seeming to soothe him. It helped that Colbie was one of the most naturally beautiful women in the world, her looks capable of taming any man. She glances at her boyfriend and nodded.
Colbie Devitt: Good morning Tyson.
Tyson Deuce: Oh um...good morning Colbie.
Tyson replied back, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Colbie observed her boyfriend, slightly amused at his plight.
Colbie Devitt: My my, someone's looking a bit skittish before their first match. It would explain why you overslept.
Tyson blinked, looking at his girlfriend with an utterly confused look before staring at the clock. 10:25 AM. He sighed, giving himself a facepalm before glancing at Colbie,.
Tyson Deuce: Shit, I'm sorry babe. I completely forgot I was supposed to train today-
Colbie Devitt: Oh, it's not me you should be apologizing to. It's your trainer.
She motioned towards the extremely tall, muscular German, her voice taking a lamenting tone.
Colbie Devitt: The poor guy has been waiting for you for two hours.
Hayden glared at Tyson, his eyes seemingly bulging out of his own face. Visibly unnerved, Tyson nevertheless looked him in the eye.
Tyson Deuce: S-sorry Hayden.
Tyson tried to smile at Hayden, only managing to pull off an unconvincing half-smirk. Seeing this display, Hayden merely scoffed, muttering to himself.
Hayden: You will die a horrible death when you are older.
A few minutes later, Tyson was out of the bed and in the dining hall, now fully clothed and enjoying some Belgian waffles. Upon finishing, Colbie cleared her throat, gathering Tyson's undivided attention.
Colbie Devitt: Now then, I'm sure you are aware of your impending debut on Uprising?
Tyson nods, vividly remembering the contract signing.
Tyson Deuce: Sure do...I just hope it's not today.
Colbie Devitt: It's not, thankfully. Heaven knows what would happen if it was.
Hayden smiled excitedly, banging his fist on the table.
Hayden: He would die!
Colbie gently shook her head at Hayden's direction.
Colbie Devitt: No, he wouldn't.
Hayden's face turned to one of sadness as Colbie swung her head towards Tyson.
Colbie Devitt: But it would be a severe blow to our credibility. Especially after I pumped in all that money for Uprising.
Tyson nodded uncomfortably.
Tyson Deuce: Y-yeah. Ten million dollars. That's crazy.
Hayden also nodded, a gleefully childish smile on his face.
Hayden: It's fuck-you money!
Tyson looked at his personal trainer, trying desperately not to break out into laughter as Colbie stared at Hayden, unamused.
Colbie Devitt: Yes, thank you Hayden.
Colbie turned her attention towards Tyson, noting the clear as day corpsing he was doing and cleared her throat, getting him to pay attention.
Colbie Devitt: I think we all can agree, you are a very capable wrestler. One of the best in Atlanta. But the transition to amaetur-wrestling to the professionals is not easy.
Colbie Devitt: I've observed the competition Uprising offers and it is no joke. Some of the people they've signed are absolute killers. You need to be ready to take on all comers, even if it means making a few sacrifices.
Colbie stares into Tyson's eyes with intent.
Colbie Devitt: Are you capable of taking that step?
Without any second thoughts, Tyson nodded before looking at Colbie with vigor.
Tyson Deuce: Absolutely, I'm ready to show those Uprising guys that I can kick their asses any time of day.
Colbie grinned, satisfied with the response.
Colbie Devitt: That's what I like to hear. Now, in a few minutes, Hayden will take you to our state of the art training facility where he will show you how to work a professional wrestling match. Isn't that right Hayden?
Hayden cracked his knuckles into place, looking at Tyson with masochistic delight.
Hayden: I cannot wait! He will die a horrible death today.
Colbie Devitt: No Hayden, you cannot kill him.
Hayden: Oh…I can at least give big injury to him, ja?
As soon as Hayden said it, Colbie stared at him, her black eyes staring down at his soul.
Colbie Devitt: You do that, I'm going to fire you. Understood?
Hayden gulped, nodding out of fear.
Hayden: Yes madame.
As Tyson watched Colbie and Hayden's discussion, a feeling of dread began to submerge from the pits of his stomach. Oh sure, Hayden was a well-established wrestler in Germany and had the look of a razor-sharp assassin, but to say he wasn't all there would be putting it lightly. One thing was certain. Training was going to be hell.
Several minutes later…
Tyson stood at the left corner of the ring, observing Hayden’s various muscle-flexes. He could only guess what might’ve been going through his trainer’s mind. Possibly something about death or whatever, who the hell knew for sure? He closed his eyes, trying to keep his mind on his impending match when he opened his eyes and saw Hayden’s large pupils staring right back at him.
Hayden: Are you napping on the job?!
Tyson puts his hands up in defense, shaking his head as he does so.
Tyson Deuce: No sir!
Hayden pounds his hands together, the sound echoing across the halls. It almost felt like the warning shot in the beginning of a war. Hayden walked to the center of the ring, motioning for his partner to follow him. Tyson would do so, walking as if he was being taken to a slaughterhouse. He looked at Hayden’s face, sensing the intensity in his eyes...then, without warning, he was thrust into a collar and elbow tie-up.
Hayden: You are aware of how matches start, ja?
Taken aback by this sudden interaction, Tyson nods.
Tyson Deuce: Yep, this is what usually happens in professional wrestling.
Hayden pushes Tyson back to a corner.
Hayden: Yes, yes. Very good. Usually opponent is tough like ox. Which is why you must fight the fire with the fire.
Hayden: No no no, you do not do the cry of the babies, you need to show mental tenacity in bad situations. Wager your pride and suck the pain up.
He chops Tyson on the chest again, leading to another wail of agony. Hayden sighs, annoyed.
Hayden: Okay, I will tell you how to be brave like this. Think of your opponent as a kitty cat, complete with the fur and the whiskers and the meow-meow. Can you do that?
Tyson glances at his chest, observing the multiple red-marks plastered over it before looking at Hayden.
Tyson Deuce: Okay, but can you at least not go so hard on me?
Hayden stares at him blankly.
Hayden: Sorry, I do not speak boy-soy.
Sure enough, he winds up and hits Tyson on the chest for the third time. But this time, Tyson doesn’t scream. Either due to him starting to feel numb or Hayden’s teachings actually starting to work. Hayden looks at the up and coming wrestler and nods in satisfaction.
Hayden: Good, good. Now let us talk about ring-awareness.
“Finally” Tyson thinks to himself. “A chance to relax.” Sure enough, he is wrong as Hayden punches him in the face, rocking him hard. Tyson glares at his trainer, baffled.
Tyson Deuce: What was that for?
Hayden crosses his arms.
Hayden: You were not being aware. Always keep an eye on your opponent and what they are doing.
Tyson Deuce: Oh, so basically you’re planning for what they’re going to do in advance?
Hayden: Yes, yes! Now show me your awareness.
Hayden goes to punch Tyson again, only for him to dodge out of the way and land a right of his own. To Tyson’s shock, Hayden crumbles down to the ground like a house full of bricks. Tyson looks on in absolute horror, wondering what on Earth he’s done. A few seconds pass, the tension filling the air until Hayden finally gets his left arm up, giving Tyson a thumbs up.
Hayden: Congratulations Mr. Man, you are the ultimate warrior of the Uprisen.
Tyson steps back, unsure of what to make of Hayden’s seal of approval. He gets in-between the ring ropes, staring at the ring canvas before running off before Hayden can wake up. Today, he had wagered his pride and came up big. At what cost? Well, I suppose we’ll find out when his first match occurs.