Post by kaster on Jan 12, 2023 7:53:05 GMT
Charlie Van Ruth sits backstage at Sacrifice, watching the show on one of the monitors. He types on his phone, taking note of all the matches that play out on screen. Every single person on that card is someone to look out for, especially if he wants to be a big player in the singles scene. As he views the show, his mind swims with ideas of his own match-ups and face-offs. It’s a bit ambitious, but that’s what a young wrestler has to be to make it in the business.
His eyes are glued to the screen during the main event. Simply put, he can’t look away from the hell both James Gilmore and Nick Knight are putting each other through. Two men, who have been in this industry a hell of a lot longer than he has, giving it their all until they are physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. He almost joins the crowd in the applause and adulation, but decides to not make a nuisance of himself. After the show has wrapped up, he heads back to the hotel to rest for the night. Maybe he can talk to Gilmore or Knight for some advice later on in the week.
He lies in bed, thinking about the total absence of energy in the room. Usually, Tyson would have some remark or comment before heading off to bed himself, but there’s nothing but silence to accompany Charlie now.
What is he going to do without him?
The day before Odyssey, Van Ruth sits in the gym and begins to talk to a cameraman about his upcoming match.
“To be honest with you, I think most people are going to be more concerned with what happened to James Gilmore. Let’s just get that out of the way now. I’ve sent him all the love and support, so I hope he does get better in due time. It would be a shame for him to retire off of that, but what a match to go out on, huh? Anyways… RAM, I know it probably doesn’t mean a whole lot coming from me, but I know how it feels to have someone taken away from you in an instant. You feel kind of lost, like you’re out at sea and you have no clue where the hell you’re supposed to set sail. I can’t tell you when you’ll be able to get out of that sea, but you’re not alone. We teamed up before in the Extinction Event, so why not do it again? I think we’ve got the skill to make it work. What puts us over the edge, though, is my knowledge of the team we’re facing. I know how Bronson and Miyamoto operate. Their leader or whoever that is, the guy in the robe? He’s a wild card, but I have yet to be beaten by those two. I may not have my regular tag partner with me, sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t function in a different tag team.”
He begins to take his hoodie off, revealing what appears to be a black luxury shirt underneath.
“As far as Dark Tiger goes, the guy is massive. I’ve only seen him a few times, but the man towers over me. He’ll be a really good powerhouse in our trio, I think. But as long as we have the teamwork down, we can come out of this match with a win, no problem. Last Odyssey, I wrestled my first singles match and now, I wrestle my first tag match without Tyson. It’s a path I never expected that I would really have to go down, much less in the first few months I’ve been in this place. But I’m glad that I get to work with the likes of R.A. Marshall, Dark Tiger and yeah, even Miyamoto Okazaki. Miyamoto, if you’re hearing this, I hope you snap out of whatever brainwashing that cult has done to you. You and I put on a great match at Holiday Havoc and I hope that we get to have another one-on-one encounter someday. All of these people are talking about their hopes for the new year, yet I don’t really have any hopes. In fact, I’m worried about the new year. I’m worried… for what the new year means for the IWF roster because Charlie Van Ruth is ready to set the whole damn company on fire. I said it before, I’ll say it again, the only three letters that matter are C…V…R.”
Turning his back to the camera, the luxury shirt actually has Van Ruth’s initials stitched on the back in cursive gold. He looks back towards the camera.
“How about that, huh? Got it done and made by my… I- uh- I just know a few people, alright? The important thing is that I have to start putting myself out there. Holiday Havoc was a good start and I want to keep that ball rolling on Friday night. They can bring their robes, their facepaints, their Hand of Fate, bring all of that. It won’t matter, because CVR, RAM and… damn, Dark Tiger doesn’t have a third initial, does he? Well, whatever! The point is that we aren’t going to be content with letting your cult run amok in IWF. The only fate you can control is your own. Trust me, I would know. I’ve been trying to control my own fate for years, still haven’t gotten it right. If it takes me, Marshall and Dark Tiger to lay you all to rest, then I’ll be more than happy to make it happen. I’m more than ready to start off this new year with a bang. Good luck.”
He goes back to hitting the punching bag as the camera cuts out.
His eyes are glued to the screen during the main event. Simply put, he can’t look away from the hell both James Gilmore and Nick Knight are putting each other through. Two men, who have been in this industry a hell of a lot longer than he has, giving it their all until they are physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. He almost joins the crowd in the applause and adulation, but decides to not make a nuisance of himself. After the show has wrapped up, he heads back to the hotel to rest for the night. Maybe he can talk to Gilmore or Knight for some advice later on in the week.
He lies in bed, thinking about the total absence of energy in the room. Usually, Tyson would have some remark or comment before heading off to bed himself, but there’s nothing but silence to accompany Charlie now.
What is he going to do without him?
The day before Odyssey, Van Ruth sits in the gym and begins to talk to a cameraman about his upcoming match.
“To be honest with you, I think most people are going to be more concerned with what happened to James Gilmore. Let’s just get that out of the way now. I’ve sent him all the love and support, so I hope he does get better in due time. It would be a shame for him to retire off of that, but what a match to go out on, huh? Anyways… RAM, I know it probably doesn’t mean a whole lot coming from me, but I know how it feels to have someone taken away from you in an instant. You feel kind of lost, like you’re out at sea and you have no clue where the hell you’re supposed to set sail. I can’t tell you when you’ll be able to get out of that sea, but you’re not alone. We teamed up before in the Extinction Event, so why not do it again? I think we’ve got the skill to make it work. What puts us over the edge, though, is my knowledge of the team we’re facing. I know how Bronson and Miyamoto operate. Their leader or whoever that is, the guy in the robe? He’s a wild card, but I have yet to be beaten by those two. I may not have my regular tag partner with me, sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t function in a different tag team.”
He begins to take his hoodie off, revealing what appears to be a black luxury shirt underneath.
“As far as Dark Tiger goes, the guy is massive. I’ve only seen him a few times, but the man towers over me. He’ll be a really good powerhouse in our trio, I think. But as long as we have the teamwork down, we can come out of this match with a win, no problem. Last Odyssey, I wrestled my first singles match and now, I wrestle my first tag match without Tyson. It’s a path I never expected that I would really have to go down, much less in the first few months I’ve been in this place. But I’m glad that I get to work with the likes of R.A. Marshall, Dark Tiger and yeah, even Miyamoto Okazaki. Miyamoto, if you’re hearing this, I hope you snap out of whatever brainwashing that cult has done to you. You and I put on a great match at Holiday Havoc and I hope that we get to have another one-on-one encounter someday. All of these people are talking about their hopes for the new year, yet I don’t really have any hopes. In fact, I’m worried about the new year. I’m worried… for what the new year means for the IWF roster because Charlie Van Ruth is ready to set the whole damn company on fire. I said it before, I’ll say it again, the only three letters that matter are C…V…R.”
Turning his back to the camera, the luxury shirt actually has Van Ruth’s initials stitched on the back in cursive gold. He looks back towards the camera.
“How about that, huh? Got it done and made by my… I- uh- I just know a few people, alright? The important thing is that I have to start putting myself out there. Holiday Havoc was a good start and I want to keep that ball rolling on Friday night. They can bring their robes, their facepaints, their Hand of Fate, bring all of that. It won’t matter, because CVR, RAM and… damn, Dark Tiger doesn’t have a third initial, does he? Well, whatever! The point is that we aren’t going to be content with letting your cult run amok in IWF. The only fate you can control is your own. Trust me, I would know. I’ve been trying to control my own fate for years, still haven’t gotten it right. If it takes me, Marshall and Dark Tiger to lay you all to rest, then I’ll be more than happy to make it happen. I’m more than ready to start off this new year with a bang. Good luck.”
He goes back to hitting the punching bag as the camera cuts out.
Well howdy there pardner.