Post by steelmorrigan on Apr 10, 2018 19:20:32 GMT -5
A stretch, the ache built up in his knees even as he remembered with a smile about his match with Muru last week, he’d proven himself one thing.
He belonged.
Now came the continuous struggle to keep proving it and this week was one of those choices you didn’t really want to make.
This business was all he had, all he wanted all he needed it was his life and he could feel Spike’s Pain at seeing his baby wrenched into somebody else’s hands.
Somebody else’s control.
Ryan looked at his phone, playing a thumb gently over the screensaver of the city of his birth.
“Always a price isn’t there?”
He’d drop the pegs on the machine , starting to press before his phone started vibrate so he slowed up and answered.
“I’m supposed to be working out before a match, what’s up?”
The voice on the other end was one he hadn’t heard in more than a decade, it was funny how many old friends turned up out of the woodwork when you were successful.
“Ryan Fulway is that any way to speak to me of all people?”
He hadn’t heard Anna in years, she was one of those few people who had made the transfer to family style status and then contact had been lost just because of how things happened She hadn’t exactly sought him out and he wasn’t really angry.
So what had changed?
“Anna, it’s been what? 6 years?“
Anna’s chuckle echoed down the line even as Ryan freed up the weight equipment so somebody else could use it and he wasn’t being ‘that guy’.
“7 years, I hear things have gotten better for you. You’re competing again.”
Ryan nodded.
“That’s right, I am.”
Anna’s concern lilted over the phone and he smirks, still trying to mother him after all this time.
“Ryan, people don’t just get over a C3/C4 damage crash like you have. You’re lucky to be walking, and now you say you’re competing again, do you want to submit your body to medical science because that’s a bloody miracle ducky.”
Ryan smirked a bit down the phone sighing as he licked his lips.
“Anna, I’m fine.”
The concern sifted through again.
“Are you Ryan? Do you want the team to come over? We could help you.”
Ryan took a moment wrinkling his nose considering the offer and a long deep breathes as he looked himself in the mirror.
“Bring ‘m Anna, let’s start a riot, I’ll see thee in Boston.”
We start the visuals on Ryan’s face lips getting licked as he takes a deep breath and huffed a breath.
“It’s a hell of bloody thing to be looking down the barrel of a gun, with a metaphorical shotgun in your hands. To look at ta man who is a legend in your business and you’ve been given orders, you’ve been given the demand and the expectation to pull the trigger alongside the rest of the folk. Ethan King is asking folk to draw lines. It’s a smart move, then he knows who his enemies are.”
He nods a bit and smirks and leans forwards on his fore arms looking into the camera.
“I can see folk jumping to Spike’s defence, I can see folks piling against him. Spike’s no angel, Spike been at this business a long time. So Ethan has set the dice and some folks have already decided whose side they’re on.”
That gets a wry smile.
“The game remains the same, the players just got more interesting. And the point of the game is to be the best there is. I don’t want to hear gumpf about Livihoods or money Spike Kane has enough money to run a school and open the doors of a fed in Boston. I don’t even want to hear gumpf about what’s right and wrong, the fact remains is that Despite the overwhelming odds? Spike Kane is still Spike Kane.”
Ryan leans forwards.
“Man makes a point of telling us he is the name, wherever he goes, man makes a point of escaping situations like this time after time and nobody ever stopped to think if Spike Kane might just deserve this.”
A smirk.
“You got folk like Taane and Frye singing from the same Hymn sheet , no lynch mob, no stooging trust to earn, but not once did you stop to wonder if Spike Kane deserves what he’s getting, that isn’t stooging, it’s not being a sell-out it’s fact.”
He nods.
“The billing reads, Kane Vs Kold, Frye, Taane and Fulway, black and white, clear s crystal, if you boys aren’t professional enough to pull the trigger, that’s your problem, but then again weighing it up does Kane really deserve that? Is ‘just following orders’ enough of an excuse?”
Ryan manages a slight sigh looking down before he looks deep into the camera.
“Now there’s the rub, so yes the lines have been drawn , it’s very clear that side has to be picked and picked quickly it’ s nothin’ to do with right or working , black or white those terms don’t exist, not among anyone whose spent long enough in this business to know what really goes on, how it works.”
Ryan looks down.
“Trust, knowledge, legacy, experience, sacrifice and cold, hard cash. I have to weigh all that up before Friday and see where it all falls, don’t I? Punish Spike for his hubris or stand against the rich boy whose doing all this just to prove that he can.”
A slight smirk.
“Now that’s a game isn’t it lads? Fine, I’ll keep you all guessing. because some snot nosed little shit is entitled enough to think the circumstances of his birth gives him a right to threaten me, taught he business at his granddads knee and he thinks he knows how it works all of a sudden. if you were king shit you’d be dauntless champion still kid. you have a long way to fucking go.”
A small smirk.
“So that trust shit? It swings both ways, slap your chest give that stupid war chant . But I’m beginning to not like you already Taane and something like that can make all the difference.”
Fulway produces a coin and smirks as he flips. Iot and catches it covering the result with a smirk.
“Call it Friday…And we’ll see just where it is I stand.”
Fade out.
He belonged.
Now came the continuous struggle to keep proving it and this week was one of those choices you didn’t really want to make.
This business was all he had, all he wanted all he needed it was his life and he could feel Spike’s Pain at seeing his baby wrenched into somebody else’s hands.
Somebody else’s control.
Ryan looked at his phone, playing a thumb gently over the screensaver of the city of his birth.
“Always a price isn’t there?”
He’d drop the pegs on the machine , starting to press before his phone started vibrate so he slowed up and answered.
“I’m supposed to be working out before a match, what’s up?”
The voice on the other end was one he hadn’t heard in more than a decade, it was funny how many old friends turned up out of the woodwork when you were successful.
“Ryan Fulway is that any way to speak to me of all people?”
He hadn’t heard Anna in years, she was one of those few people who had made the transfer to family style status and then contact had been lost just because of how things happened She hadn’t exactly sought him out and he wasn’t really angry.
So what had changed?
“Anna, it’s been what? 6 years?“
Anna’s chuckle echoed down the line even as Ryan freed up the weight equipment so somebody else could use it and he wasn’t being ‘that guy’.
“7 years, I hear things have gotten better for you. You’re competing again.”
Ryan nodded.
“That’s right, I am.”
Anna’s concern lilted over the phone and he smirks, still trying to mother him after all this time.
“Ryan, people don’t just get over a C3/C4 damage crash like you have. You’re lucky to be walking, and now you say you’re competing again, do you want to submit your body to medical science because that’s a bloody miracle ducky.”
Ryan smirked a bit down the phone sighing as he licked his lips.
“Anna, I’m fine.”
The concern sifted through again.
“Are you Ryan? Do you want the team to come over? We could help you.”
Ryan took a moment wrinkling his nose considering the offer and a long deep breathes as he looked himself in the mirror.
“Bring ‘m Anna, let’s start a riot, I’ll see thee in Boston.”
We start the visuals on Ryan’s face lips getting licked as he takes a deep breath and huffed a breath.
“It’s a hell of bloody thing to be looking down the barrel of a gun, with a metaphorical shotgun in your hands. To look at ta man who is a legend in your business and you’ve been given orders, you’ve been given the demand and the expectation to pull the trigger alongside the rest of the folk. Ethan King is asking folk to draw lines. It’s a smart move, then he knows who his enemies are.”
He nods a bit and smirks and leans forwards on his fore arms looking into the camera.
“I can see folk jumping to Spike’s defence, I can see folks piling against him. Spike’s no angel, Spike been at this business a long time. So Ethan has set the dice and some folks have already decided whose side they’re on.”
That gets a wry smile.
“The game remains the same, the players just got more interesting. And the point of the game is to be the best there is. I don’t want to hear gumpf about Livihoods or money Spike Kane has enough money to run a school and open the doors of a fed in Boston. I don’t even want to hear gumpf about what’s right and wrong, the fact remains is that Despite the overwhelming odds? Spike Kane is still Spike Kane.”
Ryan leans forwards.
“Man makes a point of telling us he is the name, wherever he goes, man makes a point of escaping situations like this time after time and nobody ever stopped to think if Spike Kane might just deserve this.”
A smirk.
“You got folk like Taane and Frye singing from the same Hymn sheet , no lynch mob, no stooging trust to earn, but not once did you stop to wonder if Spike Kane deserves what he’s getting, that isn’t stooging, it’s not being a sell-out it’s fact.”
He nods.
“The billing reads, Kane Vs Kold, Frye, Taane and Fulway, black and white, clear s crystal, if you boys aren’t professional enough to pull the trigger, that’s your problem, but then again weighing it up does Kane really deserve that? Is ‘just following orders’ enough of an excuse?”
Ryan manages a slight sigh looking down before he looks deep into the camera.
“Now there’s the rub, so yes the lines have been drawn , it’s very clear that side has to be picked and picked quickly it’ s nothin’ to do with right or working , black or white those terms don’t exist, not among anyone whose spent long enough in this business to know what really goes on, how it works.”
Ryan looks down.
“Trust, knowledge, legacy, experience, sacrifice and cold, hard cash. I have to weigh all that up before Friday and see where it all falls, don’t I? Punish Spike for his hubris or stand against the rich boy whose doing all this just to prove that he can.”
A slight smirk.
“Now that’s a game isn’t it lads? Fine, I’ll keep you all guessing. because some snot nosed little shit is entitled enough to think the circumstances of his birth gives him a right to threaten me, taught he business at his granddads knee and he thinks he knows how it works all of a sudden. if you were king shit you’d be dauntless champion still kid. you have a long way to fucking go.”
A small smirk.
“So that trust shit? It swings both ways, slap your chest give that stupid war chant . But I’m beginning to not like you already Taane and something like that can make all the difference.”
Fulway produces a coin and smirks as he flips. Iot and catches it covering the result with a smirk.
“Call it Friday…And we’ll see just where it is I stand.”
Fade out.