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Ready to Win; Alex Brooks vs Jay Wildman
Topic Started: Feb 25 2011, 07:56 AM (163 Views)
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Alex Brooks was in the small warehouse that he had rented to help him train. The aroma of sweat permeated the air, as both he and Jerry Eisenhower worked on various wrestling techniques to improve his over skill set.

At heart, Alex Brooks was a natural high flyer, while a little clumsy and uncoordinated; he was gifted athletically and has a vertical leap of close to 41 inches. The only downfall to his natural athleticism was his greenness. At 20, Alex Brooks has only been wrestling since late in 2008 when he was a winner of MTV's Wrestling Spirit program. He has learnt in the ring by doing and failing, and that time included a sabbatical of close to sixteen months between Wrestling Spirit program being axed and him being able to garner his own contract with the company who previously had the deal with MTV.

Jerry Eisenhower, on the other hand, was a veteran of the craft. He had traversed the countryside, North to South and East to West. He had ventured to Mexico, and crossed the Pacific for a tour in Japan. He was old school in style and old school in his beliefs. Wrestling was for men and women belonged in the kitchen. He was the other wrestler selected by fan vote for MTV's Wrestling Spirit program. He was a cranky old man. He has now retired from full-time competition, but had decided to stick around in Las Vegas and enjoy the life, while training Alex in the finer points of wrestling. Not this Mexican flippy-floppy bullshit, as he would say.

Right now, both men are taking a break from their vigorous regime and are both laying the sweat-soaked, blood-stained, age-worn canvas. Exhausted from their arduous session of counter, re-counter and repeat.

"Hey Kid." says Jerry Eisenhower wiping the sweat from his brow as he sits up.

"Yes, Jerry?" responds Alex Brooks, curious as to what Eisenhower has to tell him.

"Ya know ya facin' the champ this week."

"Of course I do, Jerry. That's why I have been training so hard."

"Yeh. Well, lemme tell ya a story."

"About what?"

"A story about overcomin' the odds. This might be Vegas, Kid, but the House don't hav'ta always win."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean, Kid, is while people recognise you as an upcoming talent in the sVo, but you are still not on the level of guys like Bobby Dean, Roscoe Shame... and you're a long way off of your opponent Jay Wildman."

"I know that. I know have alot of work to do. But, what about this story you are going to tell me?"

"Truth be told, Kid. It ain't much of a story but a retellin' of some events. But, first I gotta be honest with ya, Kid. If ya get a win this weekend people are gonna consider it a bigger upset than Buster Douglas topplin' Mike Tyson."

Brooks who has had his focus on Eisenhower the entire time, he looks right into Eisenhower.

"I can win, Jerry."

"I know ya can, Kid. But winnin' isn't just about thinkin' ya can. Now as I was sayin' I had a story to tell ya. It's about my time workin' in the Midwest when I was younger."

Alex Brooks turns his back on Jerry and then he turns back and faces him. "Another one of these."

Eisenhower has a brief scowl cross his face, before it fades away. "Now hear me out here, Kid. It ain't just a story about me and my failin's."

"Ok."

"Good. See, I was in Kansas City at the time. The girls loved me and the men wanted ta be me. So I was pretty hot property back then. And the boss knew it. So he put me against his champ. It was money makin' in its finest form. But that's the boss; he runs the show, so he wants to make money."

Jerry Eisenhower licks his lips before continuing. "So, the Champ at this stage didn't like that. Not only was I popular. I was good too. And ya need both to make it in this game. So this boss wanted me to face the champ in a non-title match, just to get the crowd excited before he gave me my shot."

Alex Brooks nods, listening intently to Jerry Eisenhower's story.

"Now, Kid, before I get to my point. I wanna tell ya about my opponent. His name was Ray Kingman, they called him the Crippler. But, before that he ran around under a mask as The Punisher."

"Why was he under a mask?" enquires Brooks.

"See, I couldn't really tell ya that. Maybe he had somethin' to hide, or he didn't want people to know who he was. Now, The Punisher was a good guy, did all the right things even won a lower card title. Then it came time to reveal that he had a promised title shot. But, the problem was that title shot didn't belong ta The Punisher. It belonged ta Ray Kingman. So after a whole lotta back and forth between The Punisher and the previous champ, Ed Young. So after all that Kingman rips his Punisher mask off and beats Young for the title."

"That's like Jay with his Grimnir mask." interjects Brooks.

"Yeh, but that ain't the end of the story, Kid." says Eisenhower quickly cutting Brooks off to resume his story. "I knew Kingman in his past and he was pretty cruel. So I just figured that's he had a mask on. So the fans didn't remember his past. Now, back to our match. I was a threat to his belt and he knew it. So in this non-title match that the boss had made to make some money. Well, Kingman wasn't gonna have a title match was he, cause he came out and kicked the livin' hell outta me. I was coughin' up blood for days, had a coupla broken ribs too. Found out later he has put metal weights in the front of his boots ta hurt me 'cause he was scared."

Eisenhower pauses to catch his breath.

"But that ain't all. After the match when I'm layin' there starin' at the ceilin'. He got that loaded boot and stomped it right down on my head. Knocked me out cold. I didn't work Kansas again after that."

"Jerry, that's a nice story, but was does it have to do with my match?" asks the slightly confused Alex Brooks.

"Simple, Kid. Jay Wildman wore a mask to conceal his past."

"I know that."

"So, obviously, he is willing to do what he needs to keep that title. And I can tell Wildman is a long way from stupid. He knows ya a threat to that belt o' his."

"If I work hard and wrestle smart I know I can be." Brooks says "But what was the point of your story, Jerry?"

Eisenhower shakes his head. "Be careful, Kid. Just be careful."

"I will." says Brooks nodding his head in agreement.

"Good. Now let's get cleaned up and go get somethin' ta eat."

"Sounds good, Jerry.”

~~~

Brooks is sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the main sVo ring in the Goodfellas Casino Arena. His head covered by a black sVo hoodie. He is wearing blue denim jeans of an undefinable brand.

“Most people seem surprised that I was able to defeat Nightmare last week. I wasn’t. I knew I had it in me to make up for the face he defeated me at Season’s Beating’s. I was more prepared; more focused – I was ready.”

Brooks flicks the hood back off his head to reveal his face more clearly.

“And I will be ready this Sunday too.”

Brooks stands up.

“Jay. Come Sunday this arena will be close to full when you and I step into the ring. And honestly, I feel honoured to be competing against you. You are the standard bearer of this company. You are the man who everyone wants to be. You are the sVo Champion. That’s the title that I one day hope to hold myself, should I ever deserve to.”

Brooks wipes his brow.

“When you returned to this place in late 2010, you were the mask of Grimnir and it was clear you were on your mission of capturing World Title gold. In the midst of a war that was, and still is, destroying this company you never strayed from your path to the title… never standing in the way of Matt Anderson’s Company, but never standing for them either. That singular focus – I wish I had that. But when I see something that I don’t like I have to take a stand. That’s why I tried to take on The Company. It hurt, but I’m still standing now, aren’t I? Some call it stupidity, some call it heart, and some call it obstinacy. I just think its how things should be done. And come the time of our final bell… I will still be here, no matter what you try to do to me to protect your title.”

“But… Jay, there is a reason for me presenting this in the Arena today. Apart from you being the Champ, and apart from you hiding your face from the sVo under the Grimnir mask. I realised I didn’t really know a lot about you. In our respective times in this Company neither of us have really had a reason to cross paths. Even now we are probably only being pitted against each other by the auspices of the Company to weaken their possible opponents for the upcoming Organized Chaos match at Vendetta.”

“But… that isn’t going to stop me from going all out to defeat you. Because a non-title victory over the Champ has to put me in consideration for a title shot, and if I can beat you once, there is a chance that I could beat you twice.”


Brooks looks down at his feet and shakes his head,

“That’s thinking too far ahead.”

He looks back up and focuses his attention on the ‘sVo-Tron’.

“In this last week, Jay – I’ve heard about plenty of things that you might attempt to do to keep me away from your title. Things you might do to me in this match to prevent the chance of a title match further down the track.”

“I didn’t want to believe those things. You’re the Champion, the face of the organisation. And you’ve generally done the right things in securing and retaining your championship. But, then I found out some things about your past here in sVo. That made me think about the story that Jerry had told me about his time in Kansas. That made think about why you returned under the purple and green mask of Grimnir. To conceal past and seek your redemption in the present.”

“Well, Jay, no matter what – I do believe that every man, woman and child deserves a chance to right their past wrongs and right now, you appear to be doing that with things like organising a rematch for Rey Rosario when Samuel Amos stole your mask, painted it red and black and called himself Grimfamos to overcome the veteran of Canadian Connection to garner a rematch against you.”

“I commend those actions, but upon learning of your past, I wary of how you behave. I wary of the anger you used to unleash when you chasing the title. It makes me think about what you will do to keep it. But now matter what… whether you play me straight, or you play me crooked… I’m ready Jay Wildman.”

“Ready to win.”


Brooks finds himself leaning over the ring ropes staring up at the ramp, surrounded by the empty arena.

“I’m always ready to win. I do everything I can to position myself to avoid defeat. Sure, I don’t know what you are going to do. I can’t. I’m not you, am I Jay? But, by giving myself the best chance of victory I can overcome the odds that everyone seems to think I need to overcome. People all seem to paint me as the underdog, then again, against you. I probably am. But history is full of underdogs overcoming their more favoured opponents. We’ve had Buster Douglas beat Mike Tyson, we’ve seen the New York Giants get past the previously undefeated New England Patriots in the Superbowl. We’ve seen the United States win an Ice Hockey Gold in what was called the Miracle on Ice.”

“Now, I’m not saying me, Alex Brooks, defeating the sVo Champion, Jay Wildman will be on the same step of the pedestal of those upsets…”

“But it will be close.”


Brooks front flips himself over the ropes and lands on his butt on the ring apron, before standing up and walking up the ramp. When he gets to the top, he turns around and looks out into the empty arena and down at the empty ring.

“Jay, when this place is full of screaming fans, and that ring is waiting for us to occupy it… you will know what will happen.”

Brooks departs through the curtains.

Fade.

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