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A History Lesson; RP #2 vs. SHJ
Topic Started: Jan 11 2008, 06:24 AM (79 Views)
Jay Wildman
In a retirement home
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Somewhere on the edge of Las Vegas…

: Jay :
I can’t believe that this place is still here, I would have thought that someone would have torn this down years ago…

Jay looked around the broken down casino floor, remembering where the slot machines stood, where the poker tables shook at all hours of the night with characters the world over and where one man took his step out from obscurity and grabbed the brass ring of success. Jay stops near a large, desiccated table and turns towards the man trailing behind him, who was smirking wildly as he looks around at the run down former place of business.

: Jay :
How in the hell is this craphole still standing?

: Hugh :
It is amazing what you can do when you hold a majority ownership. The investors dropped like flies once the endorsements left, leaving me holding the bill as well as this valuable land. We have had a few shows here and there that paid for the land tax and the other bills associated with it, but now that I have found a company that wants this land, I can’t really justify holding onto it.

Jay turned around and looked towards the event center area and then quickly turned his head back to his brother with an almost child like grin that went from ear to ear.

: Jay :
So you are telling me that the ring is still intact?

: Hugh :
Yes, it is. We even have the old ring aprons on it, in homage to a great idea that went south fast.

Jay squealed and bolted towards the doors, throwing them open as hard as he could. He turned back to his brother and yelled to the top of his lungs.

: Jay :
I can’t tell you how long I wanted to do that! This is so great!

Hugh merely shook his head and rolled his eyes, not able to decide whether to feel pity or joy that his younger sibling was so amused with old memories stored in a broken down and cheap casino. After taking a moment to look around at what was, Hugh followed after Jay to the event center. As Hugh entered the arena, he looked around at the broken seats, busted lights and the poor ring in the center showing a great amount of wear from the thousands of booted feet that stomped, jumped and kicked their way all over it. Hugh scanned the arena quickly and spotted Jay sitting at the edge of the fixed seating, about twenty rows back from the ring itself. Hugh called out to his brother, hoping to get his attention with a quick and snide remark.

: Hugh :
You are getting old, little brother! I would have figured you would be in that ring by now, flexing and showing off for the imaginary crowd in attendance!

Hugh’s hopes were dashed slightly as Jay failed to respond, he just sat there as if in a deep trance, never moving his head or acknowledging Hugh’s existence. Hugh walked towards his brother, feeling some concern on whether or not this was a good idea to expose Jay to this yet. As Hugh approached his brother, Jay spoke with a hollow tone that stopped Hugh dead in his tracks.

: Jay :
Where does the time go, Hugh?

: Hugh :
It is amazing how fast time flies, it was just a few years ago that we both started this place in hopes of being a feeder federation for Lethal Productions Inc.

: Jay :
Yeah, but where has it gone? It feels like last week that I was a wide eyed kid in the center of a ring just like this one, getting my ass handed to me by some jackass that had political pull backstage. He demolished me and then tried to break my neck on top of it all, trying to remind me that I had no place in this business or in the ring that night.

Hugh took a seat near his brother, gazing upon the very ring with a bit of contempt. However, he continued to listen to his brother ramble on. It was the first time that Jay was open enough to talk like this in years, so Hugh was not going to ruin this opportunity to reconnect.

: Jay :
And then I found Lethal Productions Inc. That was the greatest cancer of my life, having to dance like a monkey and fail miserably. Everything that I did for years afterwards was comparing my success against it and I didn’t even know until I left the business for a while what real success I had.

: Hugh :
That wasn’t personal success though, was it? You were more in tune with finding the next champion and giving them their shot instead of getting your own recognition.

Jay laughed somewhat bitterly, hanging his head slightly as the thoughts raced through his mind. He looked back up at the ring before leaning his head all the way back against the edge of the seat, spotting the broken lights above him.

: Jay :
It first started with Death and his Heavyweight title win. I was the leader of our team, it was my right to get the title but I knew that I couldn’t stop the talent that he had. When we were pitted against each other in that tourney, management hoped that we would rip each other to shreds and allow their anointed champion strut right in and take the Heavyweight title. Instead, I threw the match and helped Death make it to the finals before he won.

: Hugh :
Let’s not forget about the rest of the Fellowship.

: Jay :
How could I? All people that I hand picked for their talent and ability, all champions in one way or another after I left Lethal Productions Inc. My tag partner took three World titles in three different federations, my little suicidal thugs went on to gain gods know how many hardcore titles. That was probably the most successful group I had with me, the best of the best and all trusted friends.

: Hugh :
You still blame yourself for letting them down, don’t you?

Jay nodded and rolled his head along the back of his chair until he met his brother’s gaze.

: Jay :
I should have been there for them. I tried to make the place we worked better and instead all I got was grief and blackballed because I made suggestions that were not going to make management happy. I left in disgrace and wrestled on in a cloud of bitter despair, going from the East Coast to the West Coast and even a stint overseas, all with the guilt eating away at me like a disease.

Hugh laughed slightly, looking towards the ring and the words emblazoned on the ring apron.

: Hugh :
And yet, through that guilt, you took it upon yourself to take a kid under your wings and teach him everything you knew. You came back to the United States after having some success overseas and helped him achieve the one thing he always wanted to do; become World champ.

Jay started to smile, his face becoming bright as a beacon as he recalled his favorite student.

: Jay :
Joel was someone special, sort of lightning in a bottle. He had all the tools but was kept down by the old guard because they were afraid that he would be too successful. The new guys kept attacking him and tried to take his position while trying to work their political angles. It wasn’t until he started to learn the finer points of not giving a crap that he started to get a push decent enough to get near his goal. Once I let him be and went into my retirement, he got his hands on the World title. The first thing he did was send me a replica of it with a long letter of thanks, something that I still treasure to this day.

: Hugh :
And now you are back to where you started, so to speak. Your journey started here once to got jilted by Lethal Productions and now, you are in a federation that operates out of a casino in Las Vegas and you are making all sorts of waves with your mouth as well as your skill… Funny how it works…

Jay stood up from his chair and looked around the arena, taking it all in.

: Jay :
I can tell you that it is better to play to a packed house of rabid fans instead of an arena full of ghosts. Besides, the people that I have been matched up against have all been obstacles in my way, a lame attempt to try and keep me occupied so I won’t destroy the current champion.

Hugh rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing that the moment that they shared wouldn’t have lasted much longer anyway. If there was one thing Hugh knew, it was that Jay was a workaholic. Jay continued, looking at the ring with a fervent passion as he shook his hand violently.

: Jay :
For gods sake, Hugh; they have me wrestling against a jester! Some sort of fool that thinks that being a lower tier talent is some sort of joke, that he is some sort of hardcore clown! It is a joke, it is sickening, it is…

: Hugh :
It is telling you that you are getting old?

Jay plopped back down in his seat, sighing heavily and he hung his head.

: Jay :
Is it that obvious?

: Hugh :
Yeah, sadly, it is. You never used to get this worked up about anything before, now you are starting to sound like Dad.

: Jay :
In my prime, if I had to cross paths with an ass clown like this, it would take all of my strength and energy to NOT rip off those damned jingle balls and shove them up where the sun doesn’t shine… Now…

: Hugh :
Now you are a little more experienced and not as rash as you used to be. You see that this guy is just another obstacle in your way that you have to deal with before you can obtain the one thing that has eluded you from the start of your career?

Jay looked at his brother with a smile, shaking his head slightly.

: Jay :
What, are you writing my script now?

: Hugh :
Nope, just aware of certain patterns in your behavior, that’s all.

: Jay :
This is going to be a long road to travel, isn’t it?

: Hugh :
Every chapter is always a challenge, old man. The only thing you can control is how fast you read it and how much you enjoy it as you go along for the ride. Now, do you want to take that ring apron with you before this place gets demolished or do you want to stand in this old, musty building and talk to yourself about some wrestling clown?

: Jay :
Are you gonna lock me in here if I talk about Spring Heeled Jack?

: Hugh :
You better believe… Spring Heeled Jack?

: Jay :
Yep.

: Hugh :
Now I KNOW I am going to lock you in here. Get your souvenirs and let’s go. Monday morning, this place is going to the ground.

Hugh stood up from his seat and brushed off the dirt off of his suit. He turned on his heel and walked towards the exit. Jay watched him disappear and then took a seat, looking at the ring for one last time.

: Jay :
Looks like this place won’t be the only thing down on its luck come Monday morning. I wonder if I can put Jack’s career in the building before it is torn down…?
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