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I fell.
I was out on a run. Part of my training regime for my match with Link Rexx. I don't know if my shoe caught a stone or an uneven bit of land. Maybe I just made a mistake in my footing or tripped over my own big feet.
Down I went.
Legs going one way, the rest of me another and before I know it I'm basically performing a forward roll before finding myself spread eagled on the ground.
I lay there for a second. Just to catch my breath, get my bearings and allow the world to stop spinning. I can hear Snow Patrol in my head "If I lay here..."
It's raining.
Not heavily, Just enough so the place is damp. Just enough that the mud and dirt I'm laying on are mixing. Just enough so my face gets wet as I look up at the sky from my spot on the ground. I look to the left and right. Nobody saw it.
Thank the gods.
Last thing I need is some fan with his phone pointing at me. Next think I'd know there's a post on some dirt sheet (irony given where I lay, I know) with a video of my tumble.
Probably best that I get up.
I sit up and wipe as much of the mud and dirt mixture off me when I can. What I'm wearing was going into the washing machine as soon as I got home anyway, Same with me going in the shower, but it's really going in now.
There's pain in my knee.
I pull up the leg of my jogging bottoms and there's some blood seeping from some cuts on my knee. I take a packet of tissues from my pocket and use one to gently dab at the blood. I look around for the bottle of water I had. It's a few feet away where I started my fall so I hobble to it. I pour some on my knee and gently wipe with another tissue.
It stings.
The hiss I make as a result reminds me of that scene in Beauty and The Beast. I roll the leg of my jogging bottoms down and resume running. As my shoes slap against the grass and the tarmac of my route and my brain can't help but think of this as an irony or an allegory.
I've fallen before.
Metaphorically.
I was up and running a few weeks ago. I ran out of December To Dismember with a win. Yet I stumbled and fell to Chris Crippler almost two weeks ago. It hurt then too.
More cuts, more bruises.
Best thing to do is to get back up and get back running. What is it they say? 'Best way to get over a loss is to go over'.
Link Rexx.
Sounds more like a Legend of Zelda sequel than a wrestler to be honest. One more tattooed rocker who got into a couple of fights at some tiny gig for his never heard of band and thought he was a wrestler. Doesn't even wear proper ring attire.
I turn and look at a field of cows as I pass it. A couple of them look back at the muddy, sweaty blur running by their field.
I try not to look down on him too much. Keep words short and sweet and all that. Even the Sin City website mentioned that one mistake by me could hand a victory to him.
This I am acutely aware of.
My entire run (if you pardon the expression) in Sin City has been about those small mistakes and how much they cost me. Even this run had me flat on my back after a small mistake. I can't afford to fall due to a small mistake again.
It's one thing to fall and get back up. It's one thing to learn from mistakes. Yet if I want to be the champion by December To Dismember 2020, I need to stop making them. You don't become a challenger to champions by making mistakes and losing.
Sin City management are not going to even look at me if I lose often. I NEED to show them I'm a contender. I need to show them not that I can get back up when I fall, but that I don't falter. never mind fall. I need to show them that when it comes to the races that I can run the faster times and I can beat the competition.
My run has taken me to streets lined with houses and shops and people. I slow the pace of my run so I don't clatter in to them. Nearly home anyway. Nearly shower time.
I'm glad.
The smell of the grass, the mud and he sweat on my top all mixing isn't pleasant.