Post by logansky on Feb 25, 2024 7:03:25 GMT
Logan pushes his way through Gorilla, feeling his heart thump in his chest after the match. He offered cursory nods to the management and those backstage waiting for their turn at the ring and their adoring public.
His body ached from the contest, but he pushed those feelings down. Some tylenol and rehab care would take care of that. He’d be sore tomorrow for sure, but that was the price one paid.
He tried not to think about how even 10 years ago he’d be feeling better after a match then he did lately. That the various aches and pains were worse. That they had brought along some friends. He shook his head, lifting a fist to strike against his head. The fresh pain cleared his mind and gave him something to think about.
He turned away from the recovery room, and headed towards the lockers. He pushed the door open, offering casual nods to the others that didn’t get their own rooms. Half thought thanks for the congratulations and brushing off the condolences for the loss. He went straight to his locker, reaching into his bag.
He tried to unlock his phone, before he remembered he needed to take his gloves off. He pinned his phone against his side with his elbow, peeling them off his hands before lifting his phone. But the blurred text made it hard to see to put his passcode in. He suppressed a sigh, grabbing the bag of his recovery gear.
“Gonna go cool off. Go get em boys.”
He steps out of the locker room, making his way down the hallway in the direction of the recovering room. But when he passes a restroom he pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks around for a moment before pushing his way into a stall, closing the door and latching it behind him.
With the modicum of privacy, he reaches into his bag and pulls out his reading glasses to slip onto his face. Thus fortified, he pulls out his phone again, inputting the code and checking his texts when he saw the red notification. He exhaled a breath when he saw it was only from Billy. He slumps down, taking a seat on the toilet with a heavy sigh. He didn’t know what he expected. It was foolish to think any different. He shook his head, tossing his glasses and phone back into his bag.
He pushed his way out of the stall and out into the hallway. He took a turn in the hallway, heading towards the exit and away from the recovery room and the lockers. The hotel had a free ice machine and nothing in his locker was that important anyway. He needed to get out.
He pushed his way out of the doors, pausing to feel the wind on his face before he lifted a hand to flag a cab to get back to his hotel.
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Logan Sky is dressed in his typical workout gear of sweats and a hoodie that has lost its sleeves in a terrible accident. Today’s scene shows him working through a jump rope run.
“Allen Chaney, ya wanna know something? I like your style, kid.”
He falls silent as he briefly increases the speed of the rope work, the click against the floor rapidly increasing with the movement. After half a minute he slows his pace, taking a moment to catch his breath.
“You got struggles kid, and that’s alright. Anyone who’s been in this business as long as I have? We all know about the shit you are dealing with. Anyone who says otherwise is a damned liar. You also know what you care about. You got your passions and nothing and no one is going to take them away from you. I can respect that.”
He crosses his arms, picking up on the new rhythm that his jump rope routine swung into.
“You’re a funny guy too. I’ve seen some of your work. Tapes mostly, but hell I’d check out a show if the time was right. That’s your passion. That’s what you care about. The stand up bit. But you know the road. You know the grind. You know working a crowd. It’s no surprise you came over. Look, I understand the need to express aggression. I’ve been there. This is a good spot for it too. But you gotta care. If you don’t care about this business then you are treading water.”
He scowls at the camera.
“I ain’t treading water Allen. I may be on my last ride but The Machine is still running. And I am going to push it until the wheels fall off. So I hope your head is in the game for this match kid. Because I’m still hunting that first victory. I need it. I got a chip on my shoulder and a lifetime's worth of improvements that I need to prove. This ring that we step into? It’s not just your therapy couch. It can damn sure help with that. But if that’s all you treat it as I’m gonna throw you around the mat. So best come ready.”
He increases his speed once more, his eyes tired but determined.
“Cause I sure as hell will.”
His body ached from the contest, but he pushed those feelings down. Some tylenol and rehab care would take care of that. He’d be sore tomorrow for sure, but that was the price one paid.
He tried not to think about how even 10 years ago he’d be feeling better after a match then he did lately. That the various aches and pains were worse. That they had brought along some friends. He shook his head, lifting a fist to strike against his head. The fresh pain cleared his mind and gave him something to think about.
He turned away from the recovery room, and headed towards the lockers. He pushed the door open, offering casual nods to the others that didn’t get their own rooms. Half thought thanks for the congratulations and brushing off the condolences for the loss. He went straight to his locker, reaching into his bag.
He tried to unlock his phone, before he remembered he needed to take his gloves off. He pinned his phone against his side with his elbow, peeling them off his hands before lifting his phone. But the blurred text made it hard to see to put his passcode in. He suppressed a sigh, grabbing the bag of his recovery gear.
“Gonna go cool off. Go get em boys.”
He steps out of the locker room, making his way down the hallway in the direction of the recovering room. But when he passes a restroom he pushes the door open and steps inside. He looks around for a moment before pushing his way into a stall, closing the door and latching it behind him.
With the modicum of privacy, he reaches into his bag and pulls out his reading glasses to slip onto his face. Thus fortified, he pulls out his phone again, inputting the code and checking his texts when he saw the red notification. He exhaled a breath when he saw it was only from Billy. He slumps down, taking a seat on the toilet with a heavy sigh. He didn’t know what he expected. It was foolish to think any different. He shook his head, tossing his glasses and phone back into his bag.
He pushed his way out of the stall and out into the hallway. He took a turn in the hallway, heading towards the exit and away from the recovery room and the lockers. The hotel had a free ice machine and nothing in his locker was that important anyway. He needed to get out.
He pushed his way out of the doors, pausing to feel the wind on his face before he lifted a hand to flag a cab to get back to his hotel.
____________________________
Logan Sky is dressed in his typical workout gear of sweats and a hoodie that has lost its sleeves in a terrible accident. Today’s scene shows him working through a jump rope run.
“Allen Chaney, ya wanna know something? I like your style, kid.”
He falls silent as he briefly increases the speed of the rope work, the click against the floor rapidly increasing with the movement. After half a minute he slows his pace, taking a moment to catch his breath.
“You got struggles kid, and that’s alright. Anyone who’s been in this business as long as I have? We all know about the shit you are dealing with. Anyone who says otherwise is a damned liar. You also know what you care about. You got your passions and nothing and no one is going to take them away from you. I can respect that.”
He crosses his arms, picking up on the new rhythm that his jump rope routine swung into.
“You’re a funny guy too. I’ve seen some of your work. Tapes mostly, but hell I’d check out a show if the time was right. That’s your passion. That’s what you care about. The stand up bit. But you know the road. You know the grind. You know working a crowd. It’s no surprise you came over. Look, I understand the need to express aggression. I’ve been there. This is a good spot for it too. But you gotta care. If you don’t care about this business then you are treading water.”
He scowls at the camera.
“I ain’t treading water Allen. I may be on my last ride but The Machine is still running. And I am going to push it until the wheels fall off. So I hope your head is in the game for this match kid. Because I’m still hunting that first victory. I need it. I got a chip on my shoulder and a lifetime's worth of improvements that I need to prove. This ring that we step into? It’s not just your therapy couch. It can damn sure help with that. But if that’s all you treat it as I’m gonna throw you around the mat. So best come ready.”
He increases his speed once more, his eyes tired but determined.
“Cause I sure as hell will.”
Well howdy there pardner.