Post by logansky on Feb 4, 2024 22:06:03 GMT
Logan leaned against the ropes of the practice ring, watching the two young trainees work their drills in the center of the ring.
“You sure you really want to do this?”
He turned to the man standing next to him. He had known William “Billy the Butcher” Jones for decades. The two of them had trained at the same school and their history in and out of the ring was long.
The man’s face was scarred, and he had taken to shaving his head in his 30s when the scarring on his skull kept his hair from growing in right. He was an old hand at the Death Match and his body was a road atlas for it.
“Course I am Billy. Finally a chance at the bright lights? This has been my dream since we got into this business.”
“A dream you gave up on over 20 years ago.”
Logan shook his head.
“Ya, but now I have the chance at it. I can still go Billy.”
“You can, ya. But you ain’t gonna get anywhere. You’re too old, Logan. Sure you’re in good shape now, but you and I both know you ain’t got it in you to actually work a schedule for something big. You got a legend of your own. You really want to tarnish it by jobbing to the stars?”
Logan let out a breath and leaned against the ropes.
“It's the only shot I have of my grandkids seeing me work, Billy. Besides, contract’s signed. I’ll be making more money than I’ve ever seen before. Call it my retirement tour.”
Billy looked at him for a long time and just shook his head.
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Our scene opens up on Logan sky, running on a treadmill. He is wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a gray hoodie that have the sleeves cut off as he jogs at an easy pace. The camera swings around, moving to face the front of him.
“Here I am, finally making it to the big time. The bright lights, the biggest tent. The Machine has come to the IWF. Now I know most of you in the back and in the crowd don’t know me. I been around the block and around the world in this business, but that don’t mean a damn thing to any of you. I ain’t about to talk your ear off though. I’m gonna show you just what it is I can do. Why they call Logan Sky ‘The Machine’.”
He continues his cool down, jogging along at a brisk pace. If talking while doing so causes him trouble he’s damn good at not showing it.
“My first match and I draw the ‘Techno Tsuchigumo’ Natasha Walker. The Techno Spider. I couldn’t be happier. You got a lot to learn Natasha and I am glad that I get to be the first person to show you the ropes. You got promise kid, I’ll give you that. But a background in dance and gymnastics isn’t going to prep you for the sport of kings.”
He laughs softly.
“Some are gonna dismiss me for my age. I’m almost closer to 60 than 50 and that has its drawbacks. But with age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes treachery. I’ve forgotten more tricks than you’ve learned, kid, and I am prepared to pull every one of them out to get a win. So train hard and study up. I’m your first lesson and you better come ready.”
He grins at the camera as the image fades to black.
“You sure you really want to do this?”
He turned to the man standing next to him. He had known William “Billy the Butcher” Jones for decades. The two of them had trained at the same school and their history in and out of the ring was long.
The man’s face was scarred, and he had taken to shaving his head in his 30s when the scarring on his skull kept his hair from growing in right. He was an old hand at the Death Match and his body was a road atlas for it.
“Course I am Billy. Finally a chance at the bright lights? This has been my dream since we got into this business.”
“A dream you gave up on over 20 years ago.”
Logan shook his head.
“Ya, but now I have the chance at it. I can still go Billy.”
“You can, ya. But you ain’t gonna get anywhere. You’re too old, Logan. Sure you’re in good shape now, but you and I both know you ain’t got it in you to actually work a schedule for something big. You got a legend of your own. You really want to tarnish it by jobbing to the stars?”
Logan let out a breath and leaned against the ropes.
“It's the only shot I have of my grandkids seeing me work, Billy. Besides, contract’s signed. I’ll be making more money than I’ve ever seen before. Call it my retirement tour.”
Billy looked at him for a long time and just shook his head.
_______________________________
Our scene opens up on Logan sky, running on a treadmill. He is wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a gray hoodie that have the sleeves cut off as he jogs at an easy pace. The camera swings around, moving to face the front of him.
“Here I am, finally making it to the big time. The bright lights, the biggest tent. The Machine has come to the IWF. Now I know most of you in the back and in the crowd don’t know me. I been around the block and around the world in this business, but that don’t mean a damn thing to any of you. I ain’t about to talk your ear off though. I’m gonna show you just what it is I can do. Why they call Logan Sky ‘The Machine’.”
He continues his cool down, jogging along at a brisk pace. If talking while doing so causes him trouble he’s damn good at not showing it.
“My first match and I draw the ‘Techno Tsuchigumo’ Natasha Walker. The Techno Spider. I couldn’t be happier. You got a lot to learn Natasha and I am glad that I get to be the first person to show you the ropes. You got promise kid, I’ll give you that. But a background in dance and gymnastics isn’t going to prep you for the sport of kings.”
He laughs softly.
“Some are gonna dismiss me for my age. I’m almost closer to 60 than 50 and that has its drawbacks. But with age comes wisdom, and with wisdom comes treachery. I’ve forgotten more tricks than you’ve learned, kid, and I am prepared to pull every one of them out to get a win. So train hard and study up. I’m your first lesson and you better come ready.”
He grins at the camera as the image fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.