Post by Pax Stormcrow on Jul 11, 2023 4:49:46 GMT
It was inconvenient to use the fitness center at the Grand Casino of Mille Lacs. Now, every registered member had free access to use it, but it was often filled with tourists, those staying at the hotel to take advantage of one of the Casinos in the state that happened to border on one of the hot fishing spots. Also, it did not offer him all of the particular equipment he desired.
Now at his home he had built a ring for practice spars and had hung up some weight bags to work on. But it was a pain in the ass to take the break that it took to drive down to the casino to interrupt the workout.
He could move. He knew that he would always be welcome at Spoon’s gym down in Minneapolis, and there were countless other places that he could work on his craft. Minnesota was long a haven of the territories and several wrestling schools, with their facilities to train, had cropped up in the area. Hell between money already earned and his signing bonus with Prairie Fiber would be sufficient for a down payment. But his connection to his community was important to him. He did not want to leave the Rez behind no matter how successful he got.
Of course he could always renovate his home. The sheet steel sided 2 bedroom shack he lived in could be remodeled to include a home gym that would suffice for his needs, on top of several other improvements. But he could admit to himself that he was hesitant to change the home that his mother grew up in.
So here he was, at a hotel fitness center, finishing up his workout with a cardio cool down of jogging for 5 miles. But of course he would not find peace from the simple exertion of personal fitness.
“Mr. Stormcrow" The unnervingly pleasing tone of voice caused him to turn his head, seeing the man in the charcoal suit walking leisurely on the treadmill next to him. The man was watching him with an unnerving smile on his face. “This seems quite out of the way for you, my friend. There surely must be a more efficient way for you to hone your body in the way you require?”
To say nothing of the fact that Prairie Fiber had already offered him a company paid Condo in St. Paul. “Mr. Morse, I already told your people that I had no intention of moving. I am doing this for my community. I don’t intend to leave them behind.”
“Of course, Mr. Stormcrow. We would not ask you to do so. But we noticed on our last visit that you had a community center that was in some state of disarray. We could provide a grant to rebuild it for you and include a state of the art fitness center for you to do your work in.”
“I’m sure you’d charge for it too. I know those facilities ain’t cheap to build or maintain.” Pax shook his head. “Not interested in that.”
“Why Mr. Stormcrow, I am hurt. I want to help your community. We would make it free for anyone in your community to use. The Health of the body is the health of the mind, yes?”
Pax frowned to himself, remembering the ancient adage that if it sounded to good to be true, it was. “Then what do you want from me for it?”
“Why, providing facilities for you to train that is more convenient is just shoring up our investment, Mr. Stormcrow?”
“Fuck you, you want something. I may be a country boy out in the middle of nowhere but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what shit your sort gets up too.”
The smile stayed in place, but the gaze of his eyes seemed to harden for a moment before the man in the charcoal suit inclined his head. “We would like you to be more open to other opportunities. To fly the Prairie Fiber banner in new places, if you will. For instance, we understand one of your co-workers is organizing a charity event. You should represent us there. Ever onward, Ever forward, yes?”
Pax fought the instinct to react to the man. It was sounding like a lot of corporate bullshit. But he couldn’t deny that a state of the art fitness center would help out the rez. General health was a big problem on reservations, with people not having access to tools or knowledge for taking care of their physical bodies. So he simply nodded his head. “Alright, I fucking hear ya. I’ll do it.”
“Then we shall provide the grant immediately, as well as contractors and consultants to ensure that things are built to our standards. Thank you so much for being so understanding Mr. Stormcrow. This will be a most beneficial relationship.” The man in the charcoal suit stepped off the treadmill, letting it roll to a stop as he walked out of the room. Pax turned back to his cooldown and hoped he had made the correct choice.
~_~
The vlog opens with the backdrop of a nondescript hotel room. Same sort of bland decorations and wallpaper that one expects from that sort of establishment. Pax is sitting in front of his laptop with a smile on his face.
“What up Neechies! It’s ya boi,here with a wrestling vlog. Been a while since I’ve been able to do one, but as you know I was under concussion protocol from when JC dropped me onto the arena floor skull first. Wanted to take time to heal.”
He shrugs his shoulders with a warm smile.
“But I’m back at it, and it’s Heir to the Throne! It’s my first match of the round and it’s against someone that I have never tied up with in the center of the ring, Ace Sky. Seen plenty of tape though. Mans has been around wrestling for a while and he is good at it. My mom was actually a fan. You probably mixed it up with my old Mentor Spoon a time or two even. You are a renowned veteran.”
Pax leans forward and smirks at the camera.
“But listen here, Ace. I’ve faced veterans before and beaten them. I’ve watched your tapes and you are slowing down. That cruiserweight style of yours wears on the body. On top of that, you are giving up over half a foot and nearly 100 lbs against me, Ace. With enough skill of course you can overcome that.”
Pax wipes a hand over his head and shakes his head with a laugh.
“But you don’t have enough skill. You got tremendous technical ability Ace. But mine is better. You are a phenomenal strike. But I hit harder. You can do phenomenal things in the air, but to do that you have to escape from me. Do you think you can out wrestle me, Ace? Not many people can.”
Pax rubs his chin thoughtfully staring into the camera.
“I don’t think you can. Don’t get me wrong, I am looking forward to facing you. Like I said, my mom was a fan. I’ve seen tapes sitting on the floor of my living room on Saturday mornings. Locking up with you is a dream to me. Beating you is an even bigger one.”
Pax grins and flashes his two fingers to the camera.
“See you in New Jersey Ace. Peace Out.”
The feed cuts.
Now at his home he had built a ring for practice spars and had hung up some weight bags to work on. But it was a pain in the ass to take the break that it took to drive down to the casino to interrupt the workout.
He could move. He knew that he would always be welcome at Spoon’s gym down in Minneapolis, and there were countless other places that he could work on his craft. Minnesota was long a haven of the territories and several wrestling schools, with their facilities to train, had cropped up in the area. Hell between money already earned and his signing bonus with Prairie Fiber would be sufficient for a down payment. But his connection to his community was important to him. He did not want to leave the Rez behind no matter how successful he got.
Of course he could always renovate his home. The sheet steel sided 2 bedroom shack he lived in could be remodeled to include a home gym that would suffice for his needs, on top of several other improvements. But he could admit to himself that he was hesitant to change the home that his mother grew up in.
So here he was, at a hotel fitness center, finishing up his workout with a cardio cool down of jogging for 5 miles. But of course he would not find peace from the simple exertion of personal fitness.
“Mr. Stormcrow" The unnervingly pleasing tone of voice caused him to turn his head, seeing the man in the charcoal suit walking leisurely on the treadmill next to him. The man was watching him with an unnerving smile on his face. “This seems quite out of the way for you, my friend. There surely must be a more efficient way for you to hone your body in the way you require?”
To say nothing of the fact that Prairie Fiber had already offered him a company paid Condo in St. Paul. “Mr. Morse, I already told your people that I had no intention of moving. I am doing this for my community. I don’t intend to leave them behind.”
“Of course, Mr. Stormcrow. We would not ask you to do so. But we noticed on our last visit that you had a community center that was in some state of disarray. We could provide a grant to rebuild it for you and include a state of the art fitness center for you to do your work in.”
“I’m sure you’d charge for it too. I know those facilities ain’t cheap to build or maintain.” Pax shook his head. “Not interested in that.”
“Why Mr. Stormcrow, I am hurt. I want to help your community. We would make it free for anyone in your community to use. The Health of the body is the health of the mind, yes?”
Pax frowned to himself, remembering the ancient adage that if it sounded to good to be true, it was. “Then what do you want from me for it?”
“Why, providing facilities for you to train that is more convenient is just shoring up our investment, Mr. Stormcrow?”
“Fuck you, you want something. I may be a country boy out in the middle of nowhere but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what shit your sort gets up too.”
The smile stayed in place, but the gaze of his eyes seemed to harden for a moment before the man in the charcoal suit inclined his head. “We would like you to be more open to other opportunities. To fly the Prairie Fiber banner in new places, if you will. For instance, we understand one of your co-workers is organizing a charity event. You should represent us there. Ever onward, Ever forward, yes?”
Pax fought the instinct to react to the man. It was sounding like a lot of corporate bullshit. But he couldn’t deny that a state of the art fitness center would help out the rez. General health was a big problem on reservations, with people not having access to tools or knowledge for taking care of their physical bodies. So he simply nodded his head. “Alright, I fucking hear ya. I’ll do it.”
“Then we shall provide the grant immediately, as well as contractors and consultants to ensure that things are built to our standards. Thank you so much for being so understanding Mr. Stormcrow. This will be a most beneficial relationship.” The man in the charcoal suit stepped off the treadmill, letting it roll to a stop as he walked out of the room. Pax turned back to his cooldown and hoped he had made the correct choice.
~_~
The vlog opens with the backdrop of a nondescript hotel room. Same sort of bland decorations and wallpaper that one expects from that sort of establishment. Pax is sitting in front of his laptop with a smile on his face.
“What up Neechies! It’s ya boi,here with a wrestling vlog. Been a while since I’ve been able to do one, but as you know I was under concussion protocol from when JC dropped me onto the arena floor skull first. Wanted to take time to heal.”
He shrugs his shoulders with a warm smile.
“But I’m back at it, and it’s Heir to the Throne! It’s my first match of the round and it’s against someone that I have never tied up with in the center of the ring, Ace Sky. Seen plenty of tape though. Mans has been around wrestling for a while and he is good at it. My mom was actually a fan. You probably mixed it up with my old Mentor Spoon a time or two even. You are a renowned veteran.”
Pax leans forward and smirks at the camera.
“But listen here, Ace. I’ve faced veterans before and beaten them. I’ve watched your tapes and you are slowing down. That cruiserweight style of yours wears on the body. On top of that, you are giving up over half a foot and nearly 100 lbs against me, Ace. With enough skill of course you can overcome that.”
Pax wipes a hand over his head and shakes his head with a laugh.
“But you don’t have enough skill. You got tremendous technical ability Ace. But mine is better. You are a phenomenal strike. But I hit harder. You can do phenomenal things in the air, but to do that you have to escape from me. Do you think you can out wrestle me, Ace? Not many people can.”
Pax rubs his chin thoughtfully staring into the camera.
“I don’t think you can. Don’t get me wrong, I am looking forward to facing you. Like I said, my mom was a fan. I’ve seen tapes sitting on the floor of my living room on Saturday mornings. Locking up with you is a dream to me. Beating you is an even bigger one.”
Pax grins and flashes his two fingers to the camera.
“See you in New Jersey Ace. Peace Out.”
The feed cuts.
Well howdy there pardner.