Post by steelmorrigan on Mar 29, 2018 11:45:43 GMT -5
Ryan hated hospitals, especially American ones, they were designed to drain your money out of your pocket and generally make you come back for twice the price, but it was either that or a Swiss Hospital, and they were even worse despite being top of the range.
He hated moments like this, cooped up in the stench of cleaning products , listening to the mumbles in the halls.
"Mr Fulway? Dr Frost will see you now."
into the office he went sat opposite a man who was pushing past his 60's head bald and eyes hidden behind glasses that probably cost more than somebody's house as he looked at x-rays and reports and manages a smile.
"You'll be happy to know Ryan, that you injury seems to be a thing of the past, if you wanted I think you could compete again."
A slow blink, less than two years ago Ryan has been told if he kept pushing himself he might risk not walking, now they said he was totally and utterly in the clear Ryan shook his head, the Yorkshire tones coming out of his mouth in utter disbelief.
"Sorry mate, could you run that by me again I thought I was havin' an auditory hallucination...Did you say...I can compete again?"
A few minutes Later Ryan was walking towards the same bike that had caused the accident all those years ago and put him out of action to start with, he looked at the flames and bird on the helmet even as he sighs and then a smile breaks out and he shouts out in a joyful cry.
"FUCKING..... YES!"
We fade in on the features of Ryan Fulway in the middle of a ring and a smirk as he spoke.
“I expect none of you to know who I am, or even who I was, that’s alright we have plenty of time, don’t we lads and lasses?”
He manages a wry smile.
"Name’s Ryan Fulway, an' once upon a time I tore it up with some of the best you could find before life stuck it’s oar in and I suffered what known in most circles as a ‘debilitating injury’ , Short Story long I came off my motorcycle in the wrong way and Was told in no uncertain terms that though I could work out, though I could run, hell I could even still ride the bike if I wanted, however Wrestling? Was out of the question unless by some, minor miracle I was to heal in a very specific way.”
A shake of his head.
“So I did what anybody who loves this business should do, I moved to the back offices and learned everything form booking to road agency to talent relations, I travelled the –world- looking up names recommending them to folk for roster appraisals and scouting expeditions teaching promo classes to young up and comers and generally trying to keep my hand in whatever way I could until I got the news that the very specific way I needed to heal? Had happened.”
Ryan chuckles and poses in the ring.
“Go me. Go minor miracles So ‘ere I am at the bottom of a mountain I know almost every inch of, and I still have to climb, all over again.”
Ryan nods a bit chuckling.
“Fine by me.”
He starts to walk around the running a hand caressing the top rope as he’s not really paying attention to the camera anymore and spoke gently.
“This is home to a lot of us, it breaks us down, it tears us apart and then puts us together again. But for the time we’re in this ring? We’re home and I’ve been gone a long time, and this week I get to test myself against somebody else who’s coming back , well he’s been on the come back for a while and that’s Muru.”
That gets a soft sigh.
“Of all the people to get it’s Muru, who understands what I’m talking about all too well. That first match back? You’ve been training, you’ve been working and yet there’s that question in your head that simple statement that makes you wonder if you’re still able to do this. If you are indeed welcome home.”
Ryan turns to face the camera.
“Truth is Muru your achievements speak for themselves. I don’t really have anything to call on but I’m no stranger to this dance and If I’m going be tested against anyone I’m glad it’s you, I’m glad we’re squaring up and the only way I’ll know if I’m still up to this win or lose is by doing it.”
Ryan Chuckles eyes settling hard on the camera.
“I’m not going to dress this up in anyway shape or form though, I’m going out there like I’m wrestling for gold, you don’t get many once in a life time opportunities, never mind twice in a life time, I’m not going to let this chance go to waste so, do me a favour Mate, give me your bloody A+ Five star Pay per view Game or I swear I will maul you like a pissed off bear looking after it’s cubs.”
Ryan points at the camera.
“That’s not some tough talk either Muru, Ever since I found out I could l compete again I have worked on making myself into a bloody razor, this isn’t some peacemeal attempt this is a serious one so forget about trying to waltz in and pick up an easy pay check And prepare yourself for a kickoff , I’ve spent too long watching and wishing to give in now and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.”
Ryan finally gives a wry grin and nods.
“I’ll see you soon, very bloody soon in Boston when I’ll show Spike he was bloody right to have the faith to give me that piece of paper. The players might have changed but One thing I know about the ring is that the game remains the same.”
He grins.
“Let’s have a Homecoming party, shall we? Let’s welcome me home.”
Ryan nods his head and we slowly fade out to black.
He hated moments like this, cooped up in the stench of cleaning products , listening to the mumbles in the halls.
"Mr Fulway? Dr Frost will see you now."
into the office he went sat opposite a man who was pushing past his 60's head bald and eyes hidden behind glasses that probably cost more than somebody's house as he looked at x-rays and reports and manages a smile.
"You'll be happy to know Ryan, that you injury seems to be a thing of the past, if you wanted I think you could compete again."
A slow blink, less than two years ago Ryan has been told if he kept pushing himself he might risk not walking, now they said he was totally and utterly in the clear Ryan shook his head, the Yorkshire tones coming out of his mouth in utter disbelief.
"Sorry mate, could you run that by me again I thought I was havin' an auditory hallucination...Did you say...I can compete again?"
A few minutes Later Ryan was walking towards the same bike that had caused the accident all those years ago and put him out of action to start with, he looked at the flames and bird on the helmet even as he sighs and then a smile breaks out and he shouts out in a joyful cry.
"FUCKING..... YES!"
We fade in on the features of Ryan Fulway in the middle of a ring and a smirk as he spoke.
“I expect none of you to know who I am, or even who I was, that’s alright we have plenty of time, don’t we lads and lasses?”
He manages a wry smile.
"Name’s Ryan Fulway, an' once upon a time I tore it up with some of the best you could find before life stuck it’s oar in and I suffered what known in most circles as a ‘debilitating injury’ , Short Story long I came off my motorcycle in the wrong way and Was told in no uncertain terms that though I could work out, though I could run, hell I could even still ride the bike if I wanted, however Wrestling? Was out of the question unless by some, minor miracle I was to heal in a very specific way.”
A shake of his head.
“So I did what anybody who loves this business should do, I moved to the back offices and learned everything form booking to road agency to talent relations, I travelled the –world- looking up names recommending them to folk for roster appraisals and scouting expeditions teaching promo classes to young up and comers and generally trying to keep my hand in whatever way I could until I got the news that the very specific way I needed to heal? Had happened.”
Ryan chuckles and poses in the ring.
“Go me. Go minor miracles So ‘ere I am at the bottom of a mountain I know almost every inch of, and I still have to climb, all over again.”
Ryan nods a bit chuckling.
“Fine by me.”
He starts to walk around the running a hand caressing the top rope as he’s not really paying attention to the camera anymore and spoke gently.
“This is home to a lot of us, it breaks us down, it tears us apart and then puts us together again. But for the time we’re in this ring? We’re home and I’ve been gone a long time, and this week I get to test myself against somebody else who’s coming back , well he’s been on the come back for a while and that’s Muru.”
That gets a soft sigh.
“Of all the people to get it’s Muru, who understands what I’m talking about all too well. That first match back? You’ve been training, you’ve been working and yet there’s that question in your head that simple statement that makes you wonder if you’re still able to do this. If you are indeed welcome home.”
Ryan turns to face the camera.
“Truth is Muru your achievements speak for themselves. I don’t really have anything to call on but I’m no stranger to this dance and If I’m going be tested against anyone I’m glad it’s you, I’m glad we’re squaring up and the only way I’ll know if I’m still up to this win or lose is by doing it.”
Ryan Chuckles eyes settling hard on the camera.
“I’m not going to dress this up in anyway shape or form though, I’m going out there like I’m wrestling for gold, you don’t get many once in a life time opportunities, never mind twice in a life time, I’m not going to let this chance go to waste so, do me a favour Mate, give me your bloody A+ Five star Pay per view Game or I swear I will maul you like a pissed off bear looking after it’s cubs.”
Ryan points at the camera.
“That’s not some tough talk either Muru, Ever since I found out I could l compete again I have worked on making myself into a bloody razor, this isn’t some peacemeal attempt this is a serious one so forget about trying to waltz in and pick up an easy pay check And prepare yourself for a kickoff , I’ve spent too long watching and wishing to give in now and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.”
Ryan finally gives a wry grin and nods.
“I’ll see you soon, very bloody soon in Boston when I’ll show Spike he was bloody right to have the faith to give me that piece of paper. The players might have changed but One thing I know about the ring is that the game remains the same.”
He grins.
“Let’s have a Homecoming party, shall we? Let’s welcome me home.”
Ryan nods his head and we slowly fade out to black.