Post by Jay Stevens on Jun 6, 2021 8:30:33 GMT -5
Another grueling training session complete, the participants roll to the floor and collect themselves in rows of folding chairs at ringside.
The three Wrecking Crew primaries are seated front and center: Jay Stevens, "Kid Dynamite" Nicole Anderson and "Crusher" Jordan Neal. Behind them are several young trainees.
"Good work, everyone."
The booming voice of Davis Avery, head coach for the group and decorated combat athlete in his own right. He walks across the ring, stopping at the ropes in front of his gathered pupils.
Davis: Some of you still need to learn to listen, but overall good work.
Avery snarks, glaring at Anderson. She looks around to see if there's anyone else that could be directed at and loudly whispers "the fuck did I do?" to Jay and Jordan, prompting smiles.
Davis: All these days in this gym are about to pay off. All the sweat, the blood, the mat burn, the bumps and bruises will all be worth it when Jay takes the Cruiserweight strap off of that bumbling idiot... Lord Dominicus.
He can barely swallow the vomit creeping forward as he utters the name. Neal slaps Jay’s shoulder with his frying pan-sized mitt, hyped up for his teammate.
Davis: This is the time to finally show the world what real wrestling looks like. It isn’t that bullshit comedy act being fucked into the brains of kids who don’t know any better. It’s hook and shoot, eye-popping, joint-ripping, bone-breaking wrestling.
Nodding and agreeing, the team is getting riled up. Feeding off of this, Davis digs in deeper and starts pacing back and forth in the ring as he speaks, a very Patton-esque in image.
Davis: You guys here give me hope. Hope that we can take wrestling back. I didn’t devote every moment of my life, the same as you are now, to watch the sport I love become an embarrassment. And I know you feel the same way.
Jay Stevens listens attentively, nodding in agreement to the message being delivered.
Davis: You see that hardware up on that wall every time you step foot in this gym.
Avery points to the two display cases hanging high on the wall. One showcases the heavyweight championship belt from Free World Fighting. The other is home to the Olympic silver medal in Freestyle Wrestling that Davis was awarded in Beijing.
Davis: I worked my entire life to represent my country and I wrestled my ass off and brought home that medal. There’s only a handful in history who have stood on the podium and been recognized. One year later I traveled to St. Petersburg, Russia and fought my way through sixteen men to be recognized as the best combat sports athlete in the world.
“You’re still the man, boss!” Jordan Neal yells out.
Davis: I did those things because I believed. I believed in my sport and I believed in myself. More importantly now, I believe in you lot gathered here. I believe you have the same drive, the same intensity, the same heart to take it one step further. And that first step toward greatness will be when Jay brings the North American Cruiserweight Championship back into this gym with him.
Stevens smiles and nods again.
Davis: So Jay, the hard work is done. Are you ready to finish the job?
Jay scoffs.
Stevens: Honestly? I’m just sick of this motherfucker.
Nicole Anderson lets out a loud, exaggerated and very sarcastic gasp at Jay using foul language.
Stevens: I’m over the noise. The walking cartoon bullshit doesn’t interest me. I’m not distracted by bright colors or shiny things. I just want to do what I do and get that belt. Make it respectable and desirable again.
Avery smirks.
Davis: That’s fucking right, kid. When you get that belt wrapped around your waist, it’s going to change the game. What about you two, what are you thinking?
Neal and Anderson share a look and laugh.
Neal: Anything can happen, coach. Crazy stuff goes down every day. But Dominicus? He’s soft like wet flowers. This isn’t going to be a match, it’s going to be a massacre and my boy here is walking out as champ.
Anderson: Jokes aside, I have no worries. Dominicus is such a joke even he knows it. That mask might as well be panties since it just covers up a pussy.
The students laugh, Avery growls them down. Anderson grins, always beaming with pride.
Stevens: I’m serious though, I’m done talking about it. It’s time to be about it.
Jay stands up and walks to the locker room, leaving the rest of the group in silence until Davis claps his hands and yells “Move!” sending them scattering.
The three Wrecking Crew primaries are seated front and center: Jay Stevens, "Kid Dynamite" Nicole Anderson and "Crusher" Jordan Neal. Behind them are several young trainees.
"Good work, everyone."
The booming voice of Davis Avery, head coach for the group and decorated combat athlete in his own right. He walks across the ring, stopping at the ropes in front of his gathered pupils.
Davis: Some of you still need to learn to listen, but overall good work.
Avery snarks, glaring at Anderson. She looks around to see if there's anyone else that could be directed at and loudly whispers "the fuck did I do?" to Jay and Jordan, prompting smiles.
Davis: All these days in this gym are about to pay off. All the sweat, the blood, the mat burn, the bumps and bruises will all be worth it when Jay takes the Cruiserweight strap off of that bumbling idiot... Lord Dominicus.
He can barely swallow the vomit creeping forward as he utters the name. Neal slaps Jay’s shoulder with his frying pan-sized mitt, hyped up for his teammate.
Davis: This is the time to finally show the world what real wrestling looks like. It isn’t that bullshit comedy act being fucked into the brains of kids who don’t know any better. It’s hook and shoot, eye-popping, joint-ripping, bone-breaking wrestling.
Nodding and agreeing, the team is getting riled up. Feeding off of this, Davis digs in deeper and starts pacing back and forth in the ring as he speaks, a very Patton-esque in image.
Davis: You guys here give me hope. Hope that we can take wrestling back. I didn’t devote every moment of my life, the same as you are now, to watch the sport I love become an embarrassment. And I know you feel the same way.
Jay Stevens listens attentively, nodding in agreement to the message being delivered.
Davis: You see that hardware up on that wall every time you step foot in this gym.
Avery points to the two display cases hanging high on the wall. One showcases the heavyweight championship belt from Free World Fighting. The other is home to the Olympic silver medal in Freestyle Wrestling that Davis was awarded in Beijing.
Davis: I worked my entire life to represent my country and I wrestled my ass off and brought home that medal. There’s only a handful in history who have stood on the podium and been recognized. One year later I traveled to St. Petersburg, Russia and fought my way through sixteen men to be recognized as the best combat sports athlete in the world.
“You’re still the man, boss!” Jordan Neal yells out.
Davis: I did those things because I believed. I believed in my sport and I believed in myself. More importantly now, I believe in you lot gathered here. I believe you have the same drive, the same intensity, the same heart to take it one step further. And that first step toward greatness will be when Jay brings the North American Cruiserweight Championship back into this gym with him.
Stevens smiles and nods again.
Davis: So Jay, the hard work is done. Are you ready to finish the job?
Jay scoffs.
Stevens: Honestly? I’m just sick of this motherfucker.
Nicole Anderson lets out a loud, exaggerated and very sarcastic gasp at Jay using foul language.
Stevens: I’m over the noise. The walking cartoon bullshit doesn’t interest me. I’m not distracted by bright colors or shiny things. I just want to do what I do and get that belt. Make it respectable and desirable again.
Avery smirks.
Davis: That’s fucking right, kid. When you get that belt wrapped around your waist, it’s going to change the game. What about you two, what are you thinking?
Neal and Anderson share a look and laugh.
Neal: Anything can happen, coach. Crazy stuff goes down every day. But Dominicus? He’s soft like wet flowers. This isn’t going to be a match, it’s going to be a massacre and my boy here is walking out as champ.
Anderson: Jokes aside, I have no worries. Dominicus is such a joke even he knows it. That mask might as well be panties since it just covers up a pussy.
The students laugh, Avery growls them down. Anderson grins, always beaming with pride.
Stevens: I’m serious though, I’m done talking about it. It’s time to be about it.
Jay stands up and walks to the locker room, leaving the rest of the group in silence until Davis claps his hands and yells “Move!” sending them scattering.