Post by Lucas Walker on Feb 15, 2018 18:57:31 GMT -5
We open on Lucas Walker, sitting in the bed of his pickup truck in the middle of the woods, resting his feet atop a load of split wood piled high in the truck's bed. He chuckles to himself, looking a little shamefaced, and rubs the back of his neck. "Well, uh, that didn't go to plan. I'm sayin' that way more than I ever really wanted to, I've noticed. Two matches now in Combat Wrestling. Two matches, zero wins, but never been pinned, never tapped. Kinda strange when ya look at it. Hopefully we can put a little something more concrete up this week, huh?"
He taps his boot against the side of the bed, boot heel making a hollow tapping noise against the metal. "I mean, they sure as heck don't seem inclined to givin' me a break. Second time dancing the dance with Muru in three weeks. It's all good. It's good competition, and I was always taught you gotta earn your keep. A hard day's work makes a good night's rest for an honest man, and if there's one thing ya gotta admire about Muru, it's his honesty."
"Man's out here, fighting the good fight." he nods, looking up into the late afternoon sky. "Doin' what he believes in, doin' what made him famous. That's character, and that's somethin' exceedingly rare in these days. So many people are willin' to sell themselves out to make a quick buck, but that ain't Muru. He's not gonna be doin' Wal-Mart openings, or chargin' people fifty bucks an autograph at a convention. Man wants to work for his keep, 'cause he still wants to be the best. Lotta love for that."
"Trust me, I know what it's like to have to fight for your meals." Lucas swings his legs over the side of his pickup, hopping off and landing with the briefest of falls on his feet. "My family's always had to scrape. My dad drove two hours one way to Buckhannon to work in a coal mine. My grandfather hunted and sold the game meat he got. So did my grandma. And my mom. And heck, most of my family. Wasn't ever comfy, but we made a living"
He sighs. "But when it dries up...coal mine closes, lean season on game...sometimes, you gotta stretch out. That's why I moved out to Boston, started working security. I wanted to help my family. And that's why I'm here in Combat." He takes a deep breath. "I'm doin' this for my family. I'm fightin' because it's the best use of my skills for my family. Already got it set up with Spike to send most of what I make back home. Trick is to put in a performance that actually earns a check."
Lucas rubs the bridge of his nose, sauntering away from the truck's body. "And that's the trick now, isn't it? Makin' everyone's time worth their while, makin' 'em want to see me out there. So far, I've done a whole lotta nothin', and somehow that put me into the second round of the Combat Wrestling Championship tournament. I got a lucky break, and I'm fixin' to make it more than a one-shot deal."
Lucas walks over to a nearby tree where a large woodsman's axe rests next to a chainsaw. He grabs both, one in each hand, and begins walking back to the truck. "I spend a lot of time out in nature, Muru. Gives me some perspective on my life. Reminds me that everything's not as important as it seems sometimes...but when you get in that ring, it feels like the whole world's twenty by twenty. Nothin' matters but who you're dancin' with...and makin' your time count. Gettin' the win. I'm startin' to feel a little restless. Not gonna lie, if I don't get a little traction sooner or later, it's gonna make me ornery. But that ain't your fault. It's mine. Only man who gets any say in my life's goings-on is me."
He chuckles, walking around to the door of his truck. "Listen to me, chirping and squawkin' over here. Muru, I could yak my head off all day about how much I respect you and how hard of a fight this is gonna be, but we both already know that. You've been around the horn enough that you know it in your bones. It's just a fact of your life. I'd be talkin' for my own benefit more than anything. Know, though, that I'm gonna make you work your tail off if you want me beat. You're gonna need every trick in the bag, 'cause I'm more than just a big lug. I got a lot goin' for me, a lot of the Lord's blessings heading my way, and I got the will to back it up."
Lucas grins, pulling the truck door open. "One thing I know for sure. This is gonna be a good one. See you out there, Muru. May the best man win." With that, he hauls himself up into the truck, closing the door, and fires it up, driving down a rough-hewn path and into the deeper woods as we fade to black.
He taps his boot against the side of the bed, boot heel making a hollow tapping noise against the metal. "I mean, they sure as heck don't seem inclined to givin' me a break. Second time dancing the dance with Muru in three weeks. It's all good. It's good competition, and I was always taught you gotta earn your keep. A hard day's work makes a good night's rest for an honest man, and if there's one thing ya gotta admire about Muru, it's his honesty."
"Man's out here, fighting the good fight." he nods, looking up into the late afternoon sky. "Doin' what he believes in, doin' what made him famous. That's character, and that's somethin' exceedingly rare in these days. So many people are willin' to sell themselves out to make a quick buck, but that ain't Muru. He's not gonna be doin' Wal-Mart openings, or chargin' people fifty bucks an autograph at a convention. Man wants to work for his keep, 'cause he still wants to be the best. Lotta love for that."
"Trust me, I know what it's like to have to fight for your meals." Lucas swings his legs over the side of his pickup, hopping off and landing with the briefest of falls on his feet. "My family's always had to scrape. My dad drove two hours one way to Buckhannon to work in a coal mine. My grandfather hunted and sold the game meat he got. So did my grandma. And my mom. And heck, most of my family. Wasn't ever comfy, but we made a living"
He sighs. "But when it dries up...coal mine closes, lean season on game...sometimes, you gotta stretch out. That's why I moved out to Boston, started working security. I wanted to help my family. And that's why I'm here in Combat." He takes a deep breath. "I'm doin' this for my family. I'm fightin' because it's the best use of my skills for my family. Already got it set up with Spike to send most of what I make back home. Trick is to put in a performance that actually earns a check."
Lucas rubs the bridge of his nose, sauntering away from the truck's body. "And that's the trick now, isn't it? Makin' everyone's time worth their while, makin' 'em want to see me out there. So far, I've done a whole lotta nothin', and somehow that put me into the second round of the Combat Wrestling Championship tournament. I got a lucky break, and I'm fixin' to make it more than a one-shot deal."
Lucas walks over to a nearby tree where a large woodsman's axe rests next to a chainsaw. He grabs both, one in each hand, and begins walking back to the truck. "I spend a lot of time out in nature, Muru. Gives me some perspective on my life. Reminds me that everything's not as important as it seems sometimes...but when you get in that ring, it feels like the whole world's twenty by twenty. Nothin' matters but who you're dancin' with...and makin' your time count. Gettin' the win. I'm startin' to feel a little restless. Not gonna lie, if I don't get a little traction sooner or later, it's gonna make me ornery. But that ain't your fault. It's mine. Only man who gets any say in my life's goings-on is me."
He chuckles, walking around to the door of his truck. "Listen to me, chirping and squawkin' over here. Muru, I could yak my head off all day about how much I respect you and how hard of a fight this is gonna be, but we both already know that. You've been around the horn enough that you know it in your bones. It's just a fact of your life. I'd be talkin' for my own benefit more than anything. Know, though, that I'm gonna make you work your tail off if you want me beat. You're gonna need every trick in the bag, 'cause I'm more than just a big lug. I got a lot goin' for me, a lot of the Lord's blessings heading my way, and I got the will to back it up."
Lucas grins, pulling the truck door open. "One thing I know for sure. This is gonna be a good one. See you out there, Muru. May the best man win." With that, he hauls himself up into the truck, closing the door, and fires it up, driving down a rough-hewn path and into the deeper woods as we fade to black.