Post by Pax Stormcrow on Aug 27, 2018 0:28:41 GMT
“Ya Mom. I’m sorry I haven’t been by in a while. Busy with stuff. But I promise, I’ll stop by this week and see you. Love you. Bye.”
Pax hung up the hotel phone and leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath of air. A small smile crossed his face as he thought back on the conversation and the soothing sound of his mother’s voice.
He had been so focused on training, both for the best of 5 series with Nighthawk and his title shot against Bob that he hadn’t had much time to check in with her. She understood of course. She was a big supporter of him doing what he wanted to do. But he knew she still needed to that contact. Being on the road so much, it was hard to get back to the Rez to see her.
He thought back to all the time on the road, the grueling schedule and he slumped down further. A shiver started to run through his body and he frowns, grabbing hold of the desk in an attempt to stop his hands from shaking. He struggles to maintain his breathing as it threatens to go out of control. Slowly, he leans forward to press his head against the cool wood to try and help ease the distress he felt.
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He stayed in that position for a long time until the feeling passed. Slowly he gets to his feet, a small shiver of fear running through him. He appreciated his body. He did his best to take care of it, and to understand it. When it did stuff that he did not understand, it took him by surprise and it scared him. He moves over, grabbing a class and filling it with water from the tap. A quick check over his cell phone showed several messages that he had missed. Without thinking he tapped out a message that he was busy training and sent them off. Once completed, he frowned down, curious why he lied. He looks around the hotel room for a long moment, and thought about leaving to do just that. Working out always made him feel better.
He grabbed his work out bag and made his way to the door, ready to open it but he stopped himself. The same feeling rose through him again with each step towards the door until it was unbearable. He let his bag drop to the ground and take a few steps back before he collapsed back onto the bed. Only once he laid back was he able to get a semblance of control over himself.
He curled up into a ball on the bed and wondered what was wrong with him.
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The video on a webcam clicks on, revealing Pax’s smiling face. He adjusts the laptop slightly until he is centered in the frame.
“Bob, how’s it going buddy? Remember me? I’m the number one contender for that belt you carry around your waist. I know, it’s super surprising. You actually have to defend that. It’s not just a fancy accessory you can carry around.”
He laughs and shakes his head slowly.
“I get it, you got the Age of God’s all wound up in your business. I get it, you want to go ahead and lay a beating on each and every one of them. I know the feeling. I got issues with every member of that group. But here’s the thing Pooler?”
He leans towards the camera with a look of seriousness.
“You can’t forget about what’s in front of you. God, Oracle? Their time is coming. I know that they will be around to take them down a peg for what they have done. Gotta focus on the here and now. Like how I’m taking the Strong Style belt from you on Monday.”
He leans back again, an easy going laugh escaping him. He smiles and points to the camera.
“You see, since you got the belt, what have you done with it? Oracle made it a condition of his match with you. But obviously he just wanted a chance to hurt you. You defended it against me. But since then, nothing. A belt needs to be seen. It needs to be defended. You just take it and sit on it? That just makes it clear you only care about it as a status symbol. It’s old and cliche, but the belt doesn’t make the person Pooler. The person makes the belt. You are doing a terrible job of giving that belt the respect it deserves.”
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
“Last time we face? You had a lot of talk to throw out. That I didn’t deserve to be where I was. That I didn’t do anything to earn the shot at you. Well this time? I more than proved I deserve to be where I am. I ran a marathon against Nighthawk and I came out on top. I have continued to prove that I belong here in the IWF. But everyone who has been here longer than me can only toss out that it’s not my time.”
He lets out a snort.
“You don’t get to say if it’s my time. I’m the only one who determines that. I do it every time I step between those ropes. See Pooler, I don’t just sit around and let a belt collect dust. I am ride or die for this job. I don’t try to get famous while I sit around and collect views on Twitch. You did an amazing job. You beat Dean Harper to get your belt. You did what everyone said you couldn’t. They said Bob Pooler was a has been. Someone who would choke before reaching glory. Well you didn’t. You choked after the fact. A title deserves a champion who lives up to it. It deserves to be defended.”
He grabs hold of the laptop and pulls it close.
“The Strong Style Championship deserves Me, Pooler. So don’t worry. I’m gonna beat you around the ring. I am gonna give you the match of your life. I’m gonna remove every distraction from you so you can put boots to Oracle. But I am going to win.”
He flashes his fingers at the camera.
“Peace out.”
He slams the laptop closed.
Pax hung up the hotel phone and leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath of air. A small smile crossed his face as he thought back on the conversation and the soothing sound of his mother’s voice.
He had been so focused on training, both for the best of 5 series with Nighthawk and his title shot against Bob that he hadn’t had much time to check in with her. She understood of course. She was a big supporter of him doing what he wanted to do. But he knew she still needed to that contact. Being on the road so much, it was hard to get back to the Rez to see her.
He thought back to all the time on the road, the grueling schedule and he slumped down further. A shiver started to run through his body and he frowns, grabbing hold of the desk in an attempt to stop his hands from shaking. He struggles to maintain his breathing as it threatens to go out of control. Slowly, he leans forward to press his head against the cool wood to try and help ease the distress he felt.
---
He stayed in that position for a long time until the feeling passed. Slowly he gets to his feet, a small shiver of fear running through him. He appreciated his body. He did his best to take care of it, and to understand it. When it did stuff that he did not understand, it took him by surprise and it scared him. He moves over, grabbing a class and filling it with water from the tap. A quick check over his cell phone showed several messages that he had missed. Without thinking he tapped out a message that he was busy training and sent them off. Once completed, he frowned down, curious why he lied. He looks around the hotel room for a long moment, and thought about leaving to do just that. Working out always made him feel better.
He grabbed his work out bag and made his way to the door, ready to open it but he stopped himself. The same feeling rose through him again with each step towards the door until it was unbearable. He let his bag drop to the ground and take a few steps back before he collapsed back onto the bed. Only once he laid back was he able to get a semblance of control over himself.
He curled up into a ball on the bed and wondered what was wrong with him.
_____________________
The video on a webcam clicks on, revealing Pax’s smiling face. He adjusts the laptop slightly until he is centered in the frame.
“Bob, how’s it going buddy? Remember me? I’m the number one contender for that belt you carry around your waist. I know, it’s super surprising. You actually have to defend that. It’s not just a fancy accessory you can carry around.”
He laughs and shakes his head slowly.
“I get it, you got the Age of God’s all wound up in your business. I get it, you want to go ahead and lay a beating on each and every one of them. I know the feeling. I got issues with every member of that group. But here’s the thing Pooler?”
He leans towards the camera with a look of seriousness.
“You can’t forget about what’s in front of you. God, Oracle? Their time is coming. I know that they will be around to take them down a peg for what they have done. Gotta focus on the here and now. Like how I’m taking the Strong Style belt from you on Monday.”
He leans back again, an easy going laugh escaping him. He smiles and points to the camera.
“You see, since you got the belt, what have you done with it? Oracle made it a condition of his match with you. But obviously he just wanted a chance to hurt you. You defended it against me. But since then, nothing. A belt needs to be seen. It needs to be defended. You just take it and sit on it? That just makes it clear you only care about it as a status symbol. It’s old and cliche, but the belt doesn’t make the person Pooler. The person makes the belt. You are doing a terrible job of giving that belt the respect it deserves.”
He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
“Last time we face? You had a lot of talk to throw out. That I didn’t deserve to be where I was. That I didn’t do anything to earn the shot at you. Well this time? I more than proved I deserve to be where I am. I ran a marathon against Nighthawk and I came out on top. I have continued to prove that I belong here in the IWF. But everyone who has been here longer than me can only toss out that it’s not my time.”
He lets out a snort.
“You don’t get to say if it’s my time. I’m the only one who determines that. I do it every time I step between those ropes. See Pooler, I don’t just sit around and let a belt collect dust. I am ride or die for this job. I don’t try to get famous while I sit around and collect views on Twitch. You did an amazing job. You beat Dean Harper to get your belt. You did what everyone said you couldn’t. They said Bob Pooler was a has been. Someone who would choke before reaching glory. Well you didn’t. You choked after the fact. A title deserves a champion who lives up to it. It deserves to be defended.”
He grabs hold of the laptop and pulls it close.
“The Strong Style Championship deserves Me, Pooler. So don’t worry. I’m gonna beat you around the ring. I am gonna give you the match of your life. I’m gonna remove every distraction from you so you can put boots to Oracle. But I am going to win.”
He flashes his fingers at the camera.
“Peace out.”
He slams the laptop closed.
Well howdy there pardner.