Two weeks ago-

Old Skool: So how do we do this? Do I lay down or what is the standard ops for this kind of thing?

Female: Well its quite simple you lay here and I'll do all the work for you. Easy enough?

Both chuckle and Old Skool nods his head and begins to undress while the seemingly young female goes into the other room...
Present day (24hrs prior to match)

Scene  - Just outside the Egypt Stadium where the city is alive with the flow of traffic and people moving about in their everyday lives. Old  Skool and Darren walk about the stadium's lot where they workout and take in the view of everything about them. Darren his brother was riding a rental bike while Old Skool jogged on foot.

Darren: So you feelin better about all this?

Old Skool: Hell yeah! Much better than I have in a long time my brother.

Darren: good because I want to know no matter what you decide after this I got your back to the end.

Old Skool: You know you take dramatic shit to the next level when you think somethings about to end right? I'm not going anywhere!

Old Skool shouts just before taking his final sprint to the end of the southeast lot. He'd made this a traditional thing which stopped when he left SCW, in which he would run around the entire building or stadium the day before the match to get a good burn in him before a match.

Old Skool: Egypt is the perfect place for this Phoenix to rise my man. Think about the culture...the history and struggle. Its the right place to break this taboo I've been having with my matches.

Darren: I've been meaning to ask you what happened that night you went to see Dr. Barnes? You've been in work mode since I saw you last and you've been hitting the weights like a beast.

Old Skool: When I first came to Sin City Wresting I torn through this company like a force of nature. If I hadn't let ghost back into my life I would still or have been champion by now.

Old Skool replies taking a breath near one of the light poles and shadow boxing it as he make actual contact with the steel beam. The gonging sounds echoing out in the lot as he continues.

Old Skool: You know some of the history here is much like my life in some way. I felt like a slave to the average working man and don't get me wrong go team America but I know I'm meant for more and so I'm gonna go hard or not at all.

Darren: How you figure you and Egypt have something in common.

Old Skool: We're both broken deep at the heart but the city is still standing though centuries of change has been brought about. I feel the sameway with every match I lose. Lets face it I have not set the best example of being sin-sational unless you count sensational failure! AAHH!!!

Old Skool Stresses his last word as his tape hand comes into full impact with the pole. His eyes burn into the pole as he thinks back to two weeks ago...

Female: Now isn't this better than some stuffy old couch chair?

Old Skool: Man! If anyone told me I would be trying something like this I would have punched them in the eye, seriously. Say? What the hell is my malfunction?

Female: Thats why we're here to help you get over that hurdle you keep tripping up on.

Old Skool: You're to doc...doc...

Present...

Darren: Look I know you got some kind of dragging guilt or whatever from your time over seas but come on you can beat this! I know you better than anyone and you have overcome worst in your life.

Old Skool looks to his brother thoughtfully though his eyes were still burning with intensity, he nodded and stood back from the pole looking up at the sky taking slow deep breathes.

Old Skool: I saw our old man...yeah I saw him and I pounded on his without any intention of stopping.

Darren looks up at Old Skool for the first time and his eye narrow before speaking.

Darren: That's not even possible...I thought he died a few years back that's what we were told!

Old Skool: Yeah thats what I was told too then I got word from one of his friends who he owes a shit load of money too? You know the ones who tried or thought I would pay off his debts?

Darren: They should have known better than to come to a pissed off golden gloves boxer huh?

Old Skool: You're taking this better than I thought...what going through your head?

Darren: Someone has to keep you grounded, I can't if I'm all up in the air about shit like you. I'll probably rage out later when I'm alone. Anyway you didn't stop or you could have stopped?

Turning around to face his brother he smiles and shakes his head knowing this will all come to a head sooner or later.

Old Skool: The asshole told me where he was I...just waited and wondered how this man did what he did to our moms and just walked away from us to fend you know? I never once took the time to think about what might have happened if I ever saw him.

Darren: Considering you told m to forget about him and here you are going all taxi driver on him in the middle of the street?

Old Skool laughs hard and wipes a tear from his eyes as Darren begins laughing with him.

Old Skool: Oh MY GOD!!! You have no idea! I didn't know I was moving til I was in his face and already hitting the bitch! It wasn't planned it wasn't even an idea I just auto piloted right to him. The suprise on his face as he tried to figure out who I was at first.
Darren: He though you were there to collect money from him huh?

Old Skool: I think so...but then he did the strangest thing. He stopped struggling...not because I over powered him, but he recognized me and just let me vent on his ass. I let him go and ran off when I realized that was him trying to get forgiveness out of me.

Darren: Damn! Thats deeper than I thought it would be...thats why you went to that doctor I told you about?

He remained silient but in the end he nodded before they started slowly back to their hotel rooms.

Two weeks ago...

Dr. Barnes: This is an aquatic massage and its been known to release a lot of stress in the body. It makes relaxing a hundred times better. I want you to think happy thought before we get into the more serious aspect of your demons shall we say?

Old Skool: My demons aren't toothless doc believe me!

Old Skool closes his eyes and tries to think possitive things but only sees the matches he lost over the past few months since his return. The doctor notices the stress on his face though he is suppose to be relaxing and sunddenly he feels a body next to him but on top of the water sheet that already covers him from neck to foot.

Old Skool: Doc?

Dr. Barnes: Shhh...relax and let the water just massage you don't think about anything and just listen the aquatic massage and the sounds it makes.

Dr. Barnes: Now...tell me about your family, likes and dislikes and what you love most in life...

Present...the hotel

Old Skool: Alright so Casey Williams is in the house against yours truly? This will be the defining match between the both, because tha'ts a big boy let me tell you and to top it off I think he was a title holder at one point and time here in SCW. I was winning a'lot of matches but I hadn't really grabbed the brass ring even back then.

Darren: I already he's going to underestimate you after you last match but don't dwell on it it. I have his matches even from the old federation days, study,study,study, and I will see you in the morning. He's a man with talent but he just a man all the same. You're better! The bigger they are?

Old Skool: The harder I knock them down!

Both: KILL'EM ALL AND LET GOD SORT IT OUT!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!

Old Skool: Heh...we haven't said that in awhile too. I'll look over the videos and see you for breakfast.

As old Skool hits the lobby he stops at the front desk and is greeted by one of the bellmen giving him a message. Looking it over he smiles brightly and takes a deep breath.

Old Skool: I can't wait to see you too.

Fade out

 Local hotel, Malaga, Spain

Old skool steps out of rented suv and hands the ballet his keys. "I'll be getting a wake up call around six in the morning so could you have my car ready and here by there." The ballet driver nods and assures him all will be taken care of taking his nap sack out from the back driver side seat.

As he enters the hotel he hears a soft familar yet shaking voice and smiles to himself with a shake of his head. "Well it had to happen at some point."

Rocky: Old Skool! Old Skool, we've been inform of your next match against the reinstated wrestler Steve Ramone The Fearless One. Any thoughts on how you will come out in this match?

Old Skool cocks an eye brow at Ms. Moutains before putting his bag down at the clerks desk.

Old Skool: Let me tell you Rocky any other man would have walked away by now. Any other wrestler would be saying to temselves..."I'm out of my league." This is not the case with the Sin-sational one. Bring it on Steve Ramone! Aint nothin to it but to do it!

Looking towards the cameraman with strong annoyance written across his face, then back to Rocky keeping a hard direct look at her as she swallows.

Rocky: Do you think ths will break the losing streak you've been on lately? I mea-

Rocky's speaking is drawn to a staggering halt as Old Skool places a finger upon her lips with raised eye brows.

He takes the microphone from her gently and points to the cameraman to keep focus on him.

Old Skool: Appearently my losing streak is an issue with the fans but I assure you this will end on this match I WILL be victorious. See Steve Ramone is not some young upstart he's a person who thinks he's going to rule all of SCW and I'm his stepping stone.

Let me clue you in on alittle secret...

The camera,an zooms in on Old Skool's face as he smiles slowly.

Old Skool: The only thing you're going to do is step ... out of that ring while the ref raises my hand in victory, and if you think thing one and thing two Cyrus and Andreas are going to do you any good let me tell you the monster of theMid-West, the top dog of Las Vegas, the Sin-sational One OOOOLLLLLLD SKOOOOOOOL will show you the era of greatness is on the raise and theres nothing or no one can do to stop it from here on out.

With a strong snarl he give Rocky Mountains the mic and walks back to the clerk.
The cameraman points the camera at Rocky who starts to speak when suddenly Old Skool grabs the mic with his left hand and her waist with the right and tips the mic up. Letting the crowd in the hotel settle abit...

Old Skool: HOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAA AT YA BOOOOOIIIII!!!!!

With that he tosses the mic to the cameraman who catches it clumsily and dips Rocky Mountains in a dip wiggling is brow bringing her upright and spinning her to a sudden stop and grabs his bag heading to his room leaving her somewhat disheveled as the scene fades to black.

 Oslo, Norway (Oslo Hospital 2Hrs. after the show)

"As usual the man thinks he's superman or something...baby Skools in the room right now being treated as we speak. The doctors are still removing tacs from his ass while stitching him up at the sametime and he's acting like nothing happened! That Lord Rabble or whatever he's calling himself tried to end his career tonight just as he was getting his feet wet. "

Darren Gresham Half Brother to the sinsational one stood out in the hall speaking to his wife as he watched from the window into Old Skool's room as he lay on his stomach and seemingly laughed and joked with those attending him. His thoughts broke from what he was watching by his wife's repeated attempts to get his attention.

"Damn! Sorry baby! I swear you would think nothing happened to him a few hours ago unless they gave him some petty strong stuff, anyways I'm going to go talk to him looks like their finished with the stitches as well. Kiss the kids and I'll talk to you later."

Putting his cell away he went to the door after the doctors came out and they gave his the run down of his injuries and what they did as far as the scarring. They gave him a high dose of morphine which to their suprise didn't seem to take him other than making their job easier, and got free autographs whisch he never charged for anyways.

"My brother...Mr. Numbskull, Thanks doc we really appreciate this."

With that he went into the room and spoke to him at length about his plans for recovery...


3/6/15 Copenhagen, Denmark -24hr Fitness

Old Skool had been in town for about four days now working out and hitting the mat for practice with the armed service men of Holmen Naval Base, for which of the first two days he'd been playing tourist and checking out the sights and getting to know the people. His mind had been at ease once he was informed that his objective had been met and now he was going for the brass ring finally.

His brother Darren had even been more relaxed then usual even buying up soveniers for the family which reminded him that he should get something for his neices but he was sure whatever he could think of his Darren most likely covered.
They stopped at one of the restaurants

"Hey Darren I  Think its about time I let you in on a little secret that I had to keep under wraps for awhile now."

Taking a bite into his food as he looked on to see his brother give him the usual "oh god what have you done!" look. He smiled then told him all about the hardcore match and what the higher ups wanted to offer in turn for his co-operation.

"Are you insane that asshole was trying to kill you! Not to mention cripple you?"

"That asshole had a fly mouth and nothing more, I took a mercenary attitude towards the whole thing and I'm fine. He didn't do half the shit he thought he did. Think about the next few days? I'm going to be the number one contender for the Roulette championship and nothing is going to stop me. Lord Raab can eat a dick standing on his head and running backwards for all I care. Him and his rejected buddy whats-his-shit face! Chris shitman?! I heard the shit talking they were doing and it means nothing because they are nothing."

"Ok so lets say you did the hardcore match to get this match? You think word isn't going to get back to them?"

Daren shouts wiping his mouth with his napkin obviously now done eating as he watches his brother intently. He agreed to manage him because he proved how much he wanted to get back in the ring even going so far as to move back to chicago for awhile to get him back into shape. This proved fruitful even encouraging since that hardcore match didn't take too much steam out of him.

"Look I'm watching their old matches up to date and studying them what more do you want from me? I'm even taking extra hours into my workouts and the guys at the base don't seem to mind a veteran turned wrestler on base to practice, that a plus by the way. no one wanted to fight this guy either cause they were scared or because they thought they couldn't survive him or his humiliating attitude....I  managed both and now here I am ready to whoop Lord Babble's ass, Chrissy's ass, and Joshua Acqiuns ass! I'm telling you, I will WIN this hands down backs pinned to the mat my brother."

"You know I understand why you took the name but why did you distort it the way you did. I mean...well its not like you hold a PHD. or anything but seriously why?"

Old Skool takes a drink of his mineral water and wipes his mouth with a napkin as he awaits dessert. Meanwhile people are watching intently most likely recording this conversation which he doesn't mind in the least, as his brother is starting to catch on

"If I had a quarter for every person who called me a thug for not correctly spelling it the way they think it should be spelled I would be a freakin millionaire by now. The name humbles me mentally because of all those who wrestled before me man. Hogan, Flare, JYD, Hercules Hernandez baby! They paved the road and I use this name as a banner with a twist to represent.
Lord Raab who the fuck is he? What is a raab? He likes pain so I plan to give him everything I got and then some. He aint no wrestler hes a bum who worships torture and loves to see agony on the face of people hes done the deed to. Guess what? He didn't finish the job, but I'm going to finish him at Blaze of Glory! I've has a taste and now its time to spit him out once and for good."

"Now Chris Shitman?"

Old Skool holds up his hand to Darren knowing he was going to correct his grammar of Chris.

"Shitman is suppose to be this wrath of the seven deadly sins right? Someone I studied also because I thought he would also be competition in this match but you know what? he thinks because he was a prison bitch that coming out of the closet was a sin? Or that he hurt a family members feelings was some great achievement? Oh fucking brother!"

He looks around and clears his throat before speaking on knowing more and more eyes are on him and his feelings are getting heightened by the support as they listen on.

"Real men are dangerous to begin with and we are all born with the sins based off our fathers mothers cousins, nephews, aunties, big fat sisters, roommate! In the end you aint got no sin any other man on earth has contracted since being born stupid ass! I've crawled through dirt and blood and body parts what the hell can you do that the world expeince of true life hasn't shown me boy! Someone should have told you we're all rejects in our own way and when its show time I will show you personally!
You honestly think you an frighten a soldier who has seen it all been through it all? At least raab..oh sorry roobie...Lord Roobie came close even if he fell slightly short of his conquest, but a win is a win and you got that no way around it.
I can't speak on this Joshua cat as I can only say best of luck but I wouldn't get your hopes up too soon because I'm outside that box now and its time for Old Skool to show the world once more why I'm Sin-sational!"

With that he and his brother stand up and look around as some of the crowd applauds his monologue. He smiles and give a wave to the people and looks into the cell camera of one of the diners and mouths "Hola at ya boi" in their language with the peace sign flipped turned into a respectable salute.

(color codes wouldn't work for me)

  It was 5AM and I’m  jogging across THE…London Bridge was a real experience as some were up and about enough people mocked me over the lost at the last show, while others cheered me on giving me just a bit more of my confidence back. The Staggs are a popular group here so it shouldn’t have been like any other  show but it wasn’t. I was wired and short tempered and that shit stops at this event. Short fuse aint Sinsational so its time to start being what I like and not what others know me as!

I love the crowds and their hype good or bad because at the end of a match I know I worked my ass off and it was all for them even with my own agendas first.

It was a mixed crowd of people crossed between loyalties to a next generation name and appreciation for a respected athlete like myself..

Oh well you can’t chose who boo’s and who woo’s at the end of a match. I became a stepping stone and all because of my anger. I stopped taking my meds so I could get tough like and survive a match against a monster like Synn.

That also proved useless but the look on his face when I was so close was indeed ….priceless.  It was the only saving grace when he watched it online. A fire slowly burned back into him, but this latest defeat…
He just wasn’t sure anymore.

About an hour…

Greenwich Park was quite a beautiful scene for running and working out as I had been here before on leave with a few friends back in the military. I almost thought it would be worth living here, but no. There’s no place like home and unlike others I can leave anytime I want

As usual those who recognize me start to gather and run with me, giving me that sense of unity I long for at times even though it’s a pain in the neck as it never last.

I reach my fourth lap before hitting the apparatus ‘s and getting in some pull ups and  upside down crunches. It helps me drown out the noise of haters and pumps me up even more. The nice people at least send me off with a wave after getting in aa few pictures (no charge of course)! My cell phone vibrates in my shorts pocket , I unzip to check it out and its Darren my youngest brother.

Darren: Yo yo yo Negros! I caught that match its was close and good! You should rematch some of these guys.

OS: Hello to you too, what?

Darren: I just heard about your next match. Too many minds! Understand? I can’t stay on long gots to get some real sleep, the family says hi and we rootin for you! Much love!

OS: Yeah…yall too….

With that I hang up the phone and start back for my hotel. Bobby ‘Convict’ Cage and Tommy Staggs were at the top of my shit list but it was more than that now my head needed to be clear I need focus. A few rounds of Men of War and then on to reviewing all of my opponents.

I brood much huh? Yeah I do , I know but it doesn’t take much to recharge my spirit thank god!

Five way battle roulette? I live for this shit! Best believe it’s a now or never thing as I draw closer to my time to step out but not before I finish what I came to the SCW to do first. Arrive, whoop ass, take names, forget about them and party all night!

Bobby Cage Vs Old Skool Vs Adam Smith Vs Tommy Staggs Vs Jared Black! Watch yall ass cause the Top Dawg of Las vegas is coming for you all!


HOLLA AT YA BOI!!!  

 As I sit in this cyber café I get this chill down my back that I can’t shake and grimace as it must be that time of the week again. The show must go on I suppose but I wish people would stop trying my patience and just spit out what they have to say like my current opponents. To a degree I can respect them at least…well Jared Black HAS to team up with that windbag Mathew Williams so I can’t blame him unless he wanted such a punk for a partner. Then again what does that say about me?

An hour later…

[Old Skool finds a gym close to his hotel and the stadium where the show will be taking place and signs up for the month though he may only be out here for the week and not stay longer than usual.

He’s dressed in grey and black boxing shorts which he normally jogs in but today they are worn for a more exciting purpose.]

Old Skool Fan: C’mon Skool light that ass up he aint got nothing on you.

Trainer: Damn the man got some serious skill frank I’m lookin right at him! He’s on his fourth sparring partner in less than twenty-five minute dawg!

Ms. Pussy Willow and crew show up distracting me enough for the young buck to go to the body thinking he could phase me but got the shock of his life as he’s looking up at the ceiling after a devastating uppercut.

The bell rings and I finally turn to Ms. Willow with a smirk and climb out of the ring heading towards them with a purpose and a fearful look on Ms willow’s face.

[With one ungloved hand the camera lens is covered and then moments later after a few muffled and choice words uncovered where we see Old Skool sitting alone on the bleacher benches with blue power drink in hand and black towel around his neck.]

“Well ladies and gentlemen…and those who probably shouldn’t watch this but will just because they’re sneaky like that. I am the Sin-sational one! The Chi-Town Beast!…Old Skool!” The self re-adjusting lens pulls in on Old Skool’s youthful l features as he leans in abit with a wicked smile.

“So here I am in sunny San Francisco preparing for a match and I get sent email of all of you waggin your tongues about me. You all act like old women!…and that’s insulting them! Prime Slime Matthew Kennedy, how’s it oozing you wretched thing passing for a human!? Only you would bring prejudice into this so I will do my patriotic duty and slap it out of you over…and over…and over again! Until you realize your side lost long ago and dropped.” Tries not to laugh and takes a drink of his power drink.

“I don’t know this individual which concerns me as I had to watch UFC? MMA? Just so I could gage your talent or consider what kind you have.” Flexing his muscles and hearing a few of the females in the gym whooping at him. “Jared Black this body is a temple forged in true battle not some gym monkey wanting to impress the ladies. That’s just an added bonus for treating myself right. The military don’t make supermen we’re born and they just do the finishing touches there mate? Blighter? I live in the world of submission so bring your ‘A’ game, you will need it if you think you’re going to beat me.” Looking down for a moment putting his drink into his bag. “I’m not your stepping stone or Mathew Kennedy as he has found out many times getting into the ring with me. He even whines gets a title shot after all that and has nothing to show for it. Sooooo sad! Pain, embarrassment, and loss this time again for you, because you go out of your way to bad mouth the people I fought to protect and the land I bled for literally. You will pay the price and Jared Black you will show the respect due one warrior to another.”

He takes a deep breath shaking his head and smiles slightly. “My past is just that Johnny Brown…the past, leave it alone and we‘ll get along fine! Watch my back, I watch your back, and we win cut and dry. You try to screw me in this match with your fellow counter part on the other team and I will bring a wrath that makes bible talk a cake walk. Feel me? Try it and you will! See any path that points to gold? I'm willing to take. All you gotta do is be there and I will do the same.”

Once all is said and done he gets a few feet from the camera and leans in once more with a fierce look…

“HOLLA AT YA BOI!!!”

Fades to black.

 Old Skool was in his backyard getting into his rhythm listening to the music and kids about him as a few of them gasped and marveled at his strength while he trained. He focused on the music to keep himself in sync while doing arm curls.

He'd show off for the kids every now and again with one handed push ups and hand stands showing his agility from back in the day when he was a gymnast. Damn how time flies he thought remembering his early wrestling years when he was a luchador  wearing a mask and high flying (which he still does just not as fancy).

His thoughts were interrupted when his little brother the reporter came outside in back all frantic and excited at the same time. “You gotta see this! I was finishing up a story for the Review when I got a ping on that Damon dudes name. It was put up last night at some diner and its nearby too!” Joshua exclaims as Old Skool sits up on the bench straighter now putting down the weights to see what he has for him on Damon Synn in that touch cellie of his.

He frowns as he listens to the madmans ranting and smiles shaking his head. “No place on god’s green earth wants me for a king.” He muttered as the mono continued. So he thought he was just some thug and practioner of entertainment did he? What really got his attention was his eyes and if he needed to see anything else about this guy that was all he needed to see.

“This guy can act! If I didn’t know any better I would be scared shitless of that big mutha!” Joshua says  chuckling but stopping as his big brother is not. “Whats up dude?” Touching his shoulder to shake Old Skool out of his trance like attention.

Old Skool stands up and looks at the kids around on his fence and grits his teeth but can’t hold it back. “Get out of here right now I need privacy you’re all buggin the shit out of me ok!?” The children get quiet suddenly shocked at his outburst and start disappearing as fast as they had appeared. “Yo dog come on they’re just curious -” Old Skool swung around on his brother as if to strike him but just stared. “This is my life on the line and he’s serious Joshua… as a heart attack! Remember those guys that went to the hospital? Matt played them low key and is most likely paying serious doctor bills right now! Those poor bastards got destroyed by that very guy who promises to end my career.” He says as he starts to pace for a bit while his brother takes in everything he just heard.

His little brother looks up to him before standing and getting in his way. “I know what you’re thinking! NO! You can’t do it or you go to jail Skool.” Old  Skool looked at his brother, really looked athim and placed a hand on the shorter guys head like a kid. “Had I gone into a match with him, here? Right now as I am? His promise of my destruction would have come true. I don’t have a choice! This man speaks with true clarity on the reality be believes in with all his heart. He‘s almost religious in it. Do you understand? Devoted to it!” Old Skool looks up at the sky though cloudy he se where the sun is hiding and closes his eyes thinking of the mistake he might have made and sighs deeply. “I have to be that guy again…I won’t survive as I am now, you have to know that. I’ll wait a few days from the match then stop taking my meds.” He says as his brother looks at him in horror. “Skool the military will pick you up! They will know you’re of your regime and put yo ass in Levenworth!” He screams into Old Skool’s face, the color leaving his own face while doing so. He pushes Joshua aside saying nothing more as he goes back to lifting weights.

“Everyday was a battle for us… remember? Us against the world, you remember that?” His eyes shifting looking to his brother who simply nods. “The big guys always wanted to show they were the more powerful, and in charge when we were little. I’m a grown ass man now but nothings changed the big want to dominate and I just won‘t let that happen... Even if it means being that monster my self. Blame the military they wanted a soldier and they got one hell of a dream come true until I was no long useable for their tactics in war. Everything is push button and remote controls, but you can’t contain a soulless warrior who craves bloodlust… nothing in life can prepare you for it."

“So I’m going to say this once and one time. Just because I don’t fear death doesn’t mean I want to die, you want stupid watch all those gun-ho last action heroes crap on TV and the movies then join a war with real guns and real knives and real killing and see how you feel later when you get back to me…IF you get back that is. You will say nothing to anyone they’ll know when I get in the ring and they will know after I leave the ring of my own power and no one carrying me out. I am who I say I am because  don’t back down and I don’t run…EVER! Besides would you prefer a live brother feeding him through a tube for the rest of his life?” Trying at humor but failing as he didn't even see the humor in it himself.

With that he stopped talking, his brother getting the hint and leave far less noisily than his arrived. Old Skool knows the score now and his only instinct  is reverting back to survival 101. This isn’t some horror movies but their was going to be blood shed and there will be two monsters not one.
 

 Scene:

Dressed in a black tank top and basketball shorts with black Nike Ccrosstrainers on Old Skool goes through his mid day ritual  of a five mile run. He think of nothing but the next match ahead of him as he throws a few boxing jabs here and there stretching out muscles that will be used but not noticed during his matches.

A few kids in the neighborhood see him and try to keep up with him as usual but he leaves them and waves without stopping as to not seem rude but acknowledge their existence. All kids want attention and adults too. Why else would he be in a ring on television where hundred to millions of people can see him and be awed at his accomplishments when they walk through his door.

When not in the ring he wants to be a normal guy who just does his thing and have fun like any other red blooded American in this great country.

He stops at the parks recreation points with the Olympic like even bars and hops up mounting one bar into a sitting position and slowly lets his body down until he hangs upside down placing his hands behind his head and begins a series of sit ups.

As he works out his mind goes into overdrive as he thinks of moves and counter moves against would be opponents and the like.> Only now he was doing so mentally with a second partner as he was hooked up with Bo Dreamwolf for the next event put together by the ‘lethal lottery’.

Righting himself on the bar until he was sitting up literally he looked about the park and sighed a bit. Its been a long time since he partnered with anyone and somehow he was looking forward to it as he could make a potential ally in the event they didn’t tag again they would at least leave under good words and a hand shake.

Terrible T Left him bitter and broken the last time he had a partner back in Michigan.

1995:

‘Simply Fabulous’ a fresh face tag team who was anything but fair or strangers to each other had pulled a fast one with the owner pretending to be rookies wanting that one time offer and playing Old Skool and Terrible T. during a championship match in which they were the defending team.

All seemed to go their way until suddenly moves became sharper and missed opportunities courtesy of the veteran team ‘Simply Fabulous’ played them to the limit distracting the ref, hitting them with foreign objects, and even to the point of nearly breaking Old Skool’s arm when they ‘Accidentally’ knocked out the referee. Thus reviving him when the damage was done and he was pinned making them the new Lansing Tag Team Champs of LPW.

Old Skool thought it couldn’t get any worst until terrible t attacked him and left him in the ring battered and alone. “You EVER come near me again and I will bury you!” Had been his last words and they haven’t spoken since.

Present:

Old Skool shakes himself from the revelry and looks down to see some of the neighborhood kids have caught up to him clamoring about and playing as well other health nuts wanting their turn at using the apparatus.

Hopping off the bars he takes the red face towel he kept in the pocket and wiped his face off as he looled around the park watching a few of the kids imitating wrestlers while he was their which got him thinking of the up coming match. “I’ll watch your back Dreamwolf I just pray you do the same for me.” he muttered with a sigh as he put away the towel and began jogging back towards his home.