Post by Aiden Reynolds on Feb 11, 2018 2:50:49 GMT -5
A few months ago…..
“Are you sure about this?” Kyle Overton stood against the doorway of the tiny bedroom, his arms folded over his chest as he shook his head. His British accent strong but not strong enough to hide the disappointment in his voice. He tilted his head watching his tag team partner and best friend Aiden Reynolds stuff his possessions in the small brown leather bag. Kyle sighed waiting for an answer, trying to push it along and get Aiden’s attention. “Oi….I get you want out but you could still give me an answer bruv…”
Aiden stopped for a moment looking forlorn and taking a deep breath in. “Look, mate I just. I want more. This isn’t doin it for me anymore.” Aiden zipped the bag up and picked it up slinging the large leather strap up and over his body, he ran a hand through his short brown hair before trying to make it past his friend. Kyle though didn’t budge. “Kyle….you need to move mate…”
He shook his head and Aiden clenched his jaw, the two got face to face, Kyle was about the same height and weight as Aiden, his hair cropped a bit shorter. “Aiden, I get it man I do, but we said we’d make it together as a team and now you’re running off.” Aiden scoffed and took a step back placing his bag on the floor, the frustration in his body language visible through his arms folding over his chest and his hands balling into tight fists. “Running off?”
He said the words low with disbelief, not quite under his breath but close enough. “You’re the one scared to move on. We have had a great career here, but the real money, the real opportunities are in the US and you know it.” Aiden shook his head with another deep sigh. “I am one of the best in the world. Hell man so are you. But the best aren’t content with being big fish in small ponds…”
Aiden reached down and grabbed his bag throwing th strap back over this time forcing his way past Kyle moving through the small apartment to the door. “So this has nothing to do with the girl then?” Aiden stopped in his tracks, he swallowed hard and then cleared his throat as the words seemed to bubble up from below. Kayla shook his head and sat on the arm of the couch. “So I was right, you are running. Just not from what I thought…” He paused a moment as Aiden looked sideways but stayed silent. Kyle laughed to himself. “You couldn’t pull that trigger so you’re pulling this one huh?. You can’t run forever Aiden, I’m your friend and I’m only telling you all this to help….you have to stop beating yourself up over this…”
There was silence, an awkward thick air of it. Aiden wanted to say something, anything. But he didn’t find the words. Kyle waited and kept his eyes on him. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity with the silence growing to become deafening Aiden grabbed the door handle twisting it and walking through the door closing it behind him.
Present Day
There seems to be noise and things being dropped with a small amount of huffing and puffing before a picture seems to fade into view. Aiden Reynolds moves his hand setting up the laptop with the webcam switched on.
“Yeah that should be right….shit..mother fu-....ok it’s ready…”
Aiden shoots a boyish grin at the webcam, his short brown hair styled as he runs a hand down his five o clock shadow. He sits on the end of the bed in his hotel room, a black and red wild bill vintage wrestling T-shirt on his upper body.
“Well this should be new. Addressing an American audience. And here’s the thing, I’m arrogant. I can admit that straight up, I am a cocky son of a bitch and I will walk around with my nose in the air and a certain swagger. But see it’s all because I am the best kept secret in professional wrestling. I mean sure, some of the more hardcore fans who haven’t been living under a rock for the last five years know who I am. They know what I’m about.”
“I’m all about being the most athletic, dynamic, charismatic...and a whole load more “ic” words. I’m not here to make friends, I’m not here to just put on a show. I’m here just like everyone else to prove I am one of the best in the world. I’m here to go out there and beat everyone in front of me and to become a top name. Not just in Combat, but everywhere. See when I first found out that Spike Kane was opening a wrestling company I knew I had to come to the US and be a part of it. I remember being a kid and watching XHF’s TV shows with Spike Kane being the champion. I remember when they toured Australia I got to sit front row at the Brisbane Entertainment center.”
“Stuff like that made me want to be a wrestler…”
“I kept watching as I trained. I watched NCW, I watched IWF even as I was in Japan and England. I watched it all happen even in Mexico. And all the while I thought. One day. One day I will be as good as that man. One day my name will be whispered in the same circles as Adam Knite, as Mongo The Destroyer. As Snake and GraveDigger. As Alex Jones. I want that kind of notoriety, that6 fame, that recognition. And to get it I have to go out there and make jaws drop. I have to go out there and listen to the crowd in Boston go completely apeshit….”
Aiden smiles and nods slowly keeping that cocky grin on his face.
“But this week, within a day of signing I get a text message telling me to be in Boston for friday night fury. Cause I’m going to be in a match where the winner gets to continue on for a chance at the Combat Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. A fine looking title belt that would look incredible around this sexy waist. But to do that I have to throw five other guys over the top rope. Now some of these guys I know about as much about as they know about me...except one...Mr Todd Williams…”
“You know I’d love to have said I was a fan of Todd. I’d love to sit here and say I though his runs when he was younger were great and worth cheering for. But the truth is that Todd Williams is not the great name he once could of been. See we all know Todd could have been a star and a name worthy of the group I just mentioned. But the last few years has seen his star fade and his name lose meaning and reputation. See Todd Williams used to be known for his limitless charisma and scary athleticism. Now he’s known as Crystal Millars former husband and the least talented member of the Williams family…”
“How the mighty have fallen eh Todd?...”
“Then again were you ever really mighty?...”
“But then again you still have a name Todd, you still have that and maybe you can retire and sell health grills or something, eh mate?.; But still a name is a name. And one name that excites me is Satoshi Tenryu. Now I’ve wrestled in Japan as I may have mentioned and in my time I was never graced with the honor of facing you one on one. But I know of you. I know that when you get in a ring you’re the opposite of Todd Williams. See he’s a flashy, style over substance guy whereas you?. You’re all about bushido. All about the fight and I know you’re going to get in that ring and fight and fight and fight some more until you can barely stand. It’s admirable. And I’ll be honored to face off with you during the match…”
Aiden pauses again and pushes up to his feet folding his arms over his chest.
“But then we have guys I’m less familiar with. HardKore….original name...Waylon Stokes and then Rudolph Samson. I get it that HadKore is a guy who..likes Hardcore wrestling?. Cool. Atleast what you get is what the package name is right?. But you guys need to realise something. As talented as I’m sure you all are, I’m a superstar in the making. I’m a guy who got held back by a partner for so damn long and now, well now I’m ready to take my destiny in my own hands and get that Heavyweight title.”
“Combat Wrestling needs a new face to take the flag and wave it. But it needs to be a face who can back up every damn word he says. I know Todd Williams won’t. So I have to ask, will any of you? Will Todd prove me wrong and show he can still be relevant?. Will Satoshi just beat seven shades of dog shit out of all of us?. Will the rest of you prove me wrong and show that you deserve to go on in this race to the gold?...”
“Friday night Fury, my first match for a major North American promotion. I need to make a mark, I need to show the world what someone like me can do. See Australia has never been seen as a hot bed for wrestling. Not like America, or Canada, Mexico, Japan….no in my country I was laughed at for wanting to pursue my dream….but here I am...wrestling in Boston, for a company owned by one of my childhood heroes….so…”
“Who’s laughing now?”
