Post by Euthanasia on Oct 21, 2019 6:52:32 GMT -5
There he stood in the middle of the ring, breathing deeply through the black mask that covered his face, drawing stale, stagnant air down into his lungs. This is what it meant to be a success. This was the big time. As he looked out across the vastness of The Gate City View, the rows upon rows of empty seats veiled in darkness as the empty arena stood silently, just waiting for Onslaught. His solitude took nothing from the magnitude and significance of this moment.
He turns and runs toward the ropes. Rebounding off of the taught yellow ropes and zipping across the ring to repeat the process before slowing to a stop. The rebound velocity was pleasing.
Slowly, he raises his arms up to the sides, holding them in the air. Silently he turns, imagining the adulation he will receive upon his impending debut.
Finally, he was home.
“Hey Chuck” the voice cut through the silence, pulling the masked grappler back to the moment. “Good to see you made it.” Euthanasia turned toward the ramp where the owner of the interrupting voice stood. His hands were resting on his hips, his grey suit jacket open and pushed back by his wrists. David Sinclair stood grinning. “I see the costume fits well. We weren’t sure when you missed the appointment with the costume designer.”
Euthanasia looks down at his chest and silently tugs at the material covering his torso. Quietly he mutters the word “Costume?”
“Ya know, you really had me worried” Sinclair continues, completely oblivious to the confusion of the man stood before him “When you missed the tryout recordings for EAN, and the scheduled sessions with the web guys and the costume designer, I wasn’t sure you were gonna show up at all.” Sinclair laughs “I don’t mind telling ya, I’m glad I was wrong! You’re the only guy on the roster I’ve signed without C.W or Parsons checking you out first, if you’d no showed… Geeze, I’d have looked a real idiot.”
Euthanasia tilts his head slightly to the right, staring at the bald suited man before him.
“Hey man, I’m glad the costume fits but, you don’t have to wear it now you know.” David gestures toward his own face “Why don’t you take off the mask so we can speak?”
Confused, Euthanasia grabs his head, the sudden elongation of his mask showing his unseen mouth is agape. “Off?!” His shocked tone quietly repeats.
“Sure!” David laughs. “Come on buddy! The cameras won’t be rolling for a good while yet… you’re good.”
Euthanasia slowly shakes his head; No.
“Come on Chuck. There’s no need to be…” The sudden ringing of Sinclair’s phone cuts the Co-Owner off mid-sentence he utters “One moment” while holding a finger out in front of him to reinforce the message. He half turns away from the ring and he removes his phone from his pocket, the name ‘Charles ‘Chuck’ Martin’ flashes across the screen. A momentary look of confusion crosses Sinclair’s face and he looks back at the man in the ring quietly uttering “What the…” before answering the call and raising the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” Sinclair voices the greeting cautiously.
“Hey Mr. Sinclair. It’s Chuck... Eh Charles. Charles Martin.”
Again, Sinclair looks slowly toward the man in the ring. The confusion etched across his face as he asks both men "This some kind of joke Chuck?"
Euthanasia shakes his head as the man on the phone answers "Ah Gee Mr. Sinclair, don't be like that."
Sinclair takes a moment or two to collect his thoughts, staring silently at the man in the ring. Eventually he responds, "Don't be like what exactly, Chuck?"
"Listen..." Chuck sighs. "...I know I was supposed to be there today, and I know I've been messing you around a lot recently, its just that… Look, I don’t think I want to wrestle under a mask. It just isn’t me. I’m sorry David, I’m going to take my chances in MAW.”
“Sure… Sure” Sinclair utters the words as he hangs up the phone, barely even listening anymore. He turns fully toward the ring now. The growing concern and confusion on Sinclair’s face is worth a thousand words. Picking his words carefully, he steps closer to the ring, shaking his head “So, erm… That was… you.”
Euthanasia grabs his stomach and mime’s laughter.
“Apparently, you don’t want this job after all.” Sinclair scratches the back of his head. “So, I’m guessing you’re not Chuck?”
Euthanasia shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head in the negative and gives a thumbs up.
“I see.” Sinclair responds with a grimace. “So, who are you?”
Euthanasia stands motionless in the ring for several seconds, before tapping twice on the whit heart on his chest, then tracing the flatline with his finger.
“You’re Euthanasia?”
Euthanasia nods his head and gives a thumbs up.
“Will you take off the mask so I can see who you actually are?” Sinclair asks hopefully.
Euthanasia shakes his head firmly.
“Definitely not. I see.” Sinclair sighs heavily. “C.W will go mad if this gimmick falls through.” He looks back up at the unknown man in the ring before him after a pause he continues. “… Can you actually wrestle?”
Euthanasia nods his head excitedly.
“Ok.” Sinclair eventually answers with a reluctant tone. “Then, I guess you really are Euthanasia now. You’ve got a match with Tucker Blane at Onslaught.” Sinclair turns and starts up the ramp but hesitates for a moment. “This probably goes without saying, but… Don’t take that mask off. Not for anything.”
Excitedly nodding his head, the unknown wrestler leaps into the air, somehow winking despite the black featureless mask, forming the perfect freezeframe moment.
He turns and runs toward the ropes. Rebounding off of the taught yellow ropes and zipping across the ring to repeat the process before slowing to a stop. The rebound velocity was pleasing.
Slowly, he raises his arms up to the sides, holding them in the air. Silently he turns, imagining the adulation he will receive upon his impending debut.
Finally, he was home.
“Hey Chuck” the voice cut through the silence, pulling the masked grappler back to the moment. “Good to see you made it.” Euthanasia turned toward the ramp where the owner of the interrupting voice stood. His hands were resting on his hips, his grey suit jacket open and pushed back by his wrists. David Sinclair stood grinning. “I see the costume fits well. We weren’t sure when you missed the appointment with the costume designer.”
Euthanasia looks down at his chest and silently tugs at the material covering his torso. Quietly he mutters the word “Costume?”
“Ya know, you really had me worried” Sinclair continues, completely oblivious to the confusion of the man stood before him “When you missed the tryout recordings for EAN, and the scheduled sessions with the web guys and the costume designer, I wasn’t sure you were gonna show up at all.” Sinclair laughs “I don’t mind telling ya, I’m glad I was wrong! You’re the only guy on the roster I’ve signed without C.W or Parsons checking you out first, if you’d no showed… Geeze, I’d have looked a real idiot.”
Euthanasia tilts his head slightly to the right, staring at the bald suited man before him.
“Hey man, I’m glad the costume fits but, you don’t have to wear it now you know.” David gestures toward his own face “Why don’t you take off the mask so we can speak?”
Confused, Euthanasia grabs his head, the sudden elongation of his mask showing his unseen mouth is agape. “Off?!” His shocked tone quietly repeats.
“Sure!” David laughs. “Come on buddy! The cameras won’t be rolling for a good while yet… you’re good.”
Euthanasia slowly shakes his head; No.
“Come on Chuck. There’s no need to be…” The sudden ringing of Sinclair’s phone cuts the Co-Owner off mid-sentence he utters “One moment” while holding a finger out in front of him to reinforce the message. He half turns away from the ring and he removes his phone from his pocket, the name ‘Charles ‘Chuck’ Martin’ flashes across the screen. A momentary look of confusion crosses Sinclair’s face and he looks back at the man in the ring quietly uttering “What the…” before answering the call and raising the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” Sinclair voices the greeting cautiously.
“Hey Mr. Sinclair. It’s Chuck... Eh Charles. Charles Martin.”
Again, Sinclair looks slowly toward the man in the ring. The confusion etched across his face as he asks both men "This some kind of joke Chuck?"
Euthanasia shakes his head as the man on the phone answers "Ah Gee Mr. Sinclair, don't be like that."
Sinclair takes a moment or two to collect his thoughts, staring silently at the man in the ring. Eventually he responds, "Don't be like what exactly, Chuck?"
"Listen..." Chuck sighs. "...I know I was supposed to be there today, and I know I've been messing you around a lot recently, its just that… Look, I don’t think I want to wrestle under a mask. It just isn’t me. I’m sorry David, I’m going to take my chances in MAW.”
“Sure… Sure” Sinclair utters the words as he hangs up the phone, barely even listening anymore. He turns fully toward the ring now. The growing concern and confusion on Sinclair’s face is worth a thousand words. Picking his words carefully, he steps closer to the ring, shaking his head “So, erm… That was… you.”
Euthanasia grabs his stomach and mime’s laughter.
“Apparently, you don’t want this job after all.” Sinclair scratches the back of his head. “So, I’m guessing you’re not Chuck?”
Euthanasia shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head in the negative and gives a thumbs up.
“I see.” Sinclair responds with a grimace. “So, who are you?”
Euthanasia stands motionless in the ring for several seconds, before tapping twice on the whit heart on his chest, then tracing the flatline with his finger.
“You’re Euthanasia?”
Euthanasia nods his head and gives a thumbs up.
“Will you take off the mask so I can see who you actually are?” Sinclair asks hopefully.
Euthanasia shakes his head firmly.
“Definitely not. I see.” Sinclair sighs heavily. “C.W will go mad if this gimmick falls through.” He looks back up at the unknown man in the ring before him after a pause he continues. “… Can you actually wrestle?”
Euthanasia nods his head excitedly.
“Ok.” Sinclair eventually answers with a reluctant tone. “Then, I guess you really are Euthanasia now. You’ve got a match with Tucker Blane at Onslaught.” Sinclair turns and starts up the ramp but hesitates for a moment. “This probably goes without saying, but… Don’t take that mask off. Not for anything.”
Excitedly nodding his head, the unknown wrestler leaps into the air, somehow winking despite the black featureless mask, forming the perfect freezeframe moment.