Post by logansky on Aug 19, 2024 2:24:54 GMT
Logan couldn’t sleep. It was a fairly common problem that he ran into these days. Something about getting older. Least that’s what he heard. No matter the reason he sat in his hotel room, desk light illuminating his laptop as he checked through the messages on his social media accounts.
He knew that some people had managers for this type of work, but he didn’t exactly get paid enough and the truth was that it wasn’t too hard for him to keep on top of replying to messages. He wasn’t exactly a superstar after all.
He adjusted the reading glasses on his face before reachout to take a drink from the bottle of beer that rested next to his computer before he opened up the next message on his facebook.
‘Hello there Mr. Sky,
I wanted to reach out to you to see if I could do a favor. I started hanging out with someone and became good friends with him. His birthday is coming up and well, he says you're his grandpa. Do you think you could send him an autograph or something?
A picture was included with the message. Logan jerked in recognition, his hand knocking over the beer bottle to spill onto the floor. He paid the spill no mind as he navigated to Alicia’s facebook.
“Timmy?!”
~_~
Logan is sitting on a park bench, dressed in a jogging suit and drinking from a bottle of water. He sets the bottle of water on the ground in front of him and he shakes himself.
“I tell ya, it feels good to be working. This old body of mine might be getting slower. Hell you might even call it run down. But we ain’t called it quits yet. Getting out here, doing the work. That’s what drives me. That’s what keeps me going. Stepping between those ropes is when I feel the most alive. Giving it my all against these young folks. Showing them that I still got it in me to give them a run for their money. That’s what this is all about.”
He pushes his hood back and picks up his water bottle and squirts some of the water over his head.
“This week I’m facing off against one of the biggest up and comers we got. Son, your stock is on the rise right now. Testing the water to work in singles matches. Trying to find your own place. Trust me, I know all about what it’s like when everyone you work with seems to be passing you by. I know that feeling. I know the hunger that’s inside of you. To prove you got it too. To prove you belong. You’re not careful, that can consume you.”
He let out a heavy breath.
“Like it did to be once. But those boys you roll with seem like decent types. They aren’t leaving you behind. They are lifting you up with them. Stay in this business long enough and you can spot the people that only care about themselves. They don’t seem the type.”
He leans back on the bench and lets out a breath.
“That doesn't make that feeling any easier though. Trust me son, I get it. The need to prove yourself. Hell it probably burns brighter knowing your boys do care. You gotta go out there. Show the trust isn’t misplaced. Show that you can still hang. Truth is that you can. I know I got my work cut out for me. You’re young, you’re resilient. I might be bigger and stronger than you but you're quicker. Fast like a fox we used to say. But I ain’t gonna make it easy on you. That’d be disrespectful to you. That’d be disrespectful to this sport. And that’s something I have decided I’m not going to do again.”
He runs a hand over his head before wiping some of the dripping water from his face.
“So bring all you got, son. You’re gonna need it. The Machine keeps on trucking and I’m gonna give you the fight of your life. Mayhaps you’ll learn a thing or too in the process. Show me what you got, Jack. Cause I’m common for ya.”
He knew that some people had managers for this type of work, but he didn’t exactly get paid enough and the truth was that it wasn’t too hard for him to keep on top of replying to messages. He wasn’t exactly a superstar after all.
He adjusted the reading glasses on his face before reachout to take a drink from the bottle of beer that rested next to his computer before he opened up the next message on his facebook.
‘Hello there Mr. Sky,
I wanted to reach out to you to see if I could do a favor. I started hanging out with someone and became good friends with him. His birthday is coming up and well, he says you're his grandpa. Do you think you could send him an autograph or something?
A picture was included with the message. Logan jerked in recognition, his hand knocking over the beer bottle to spill onto the floor. He paid the spill no mind as he navigated to Alicia’s facebook.
“Timmy?!”
~_~
Logan is sitting on a park bench, dressed in a jogging suit and drinking from a bottle of water. He sets the bottle of water on the ground in front of him and he shakes himself.
“I tell ya, it feels good to be working. This old body of mine might be getting slower. Hell you might even call it run down. But we ain’t called it quits yet. Getting out here, doing the work. That’s what drives me. That’s what keeps me going. Stepping between those ropes is when I feel the most alive. Giving it my all against these young folks. Showing them that I still got it in me to give them a run for their money. That’s what this is all about.”
He pushes his hood back and picks up his water bottle and squirts some of the water over his head.
“This week I’m facing off against one of the biggest up and comers we got. Son, your stock is on the rise right now. Testing the water to work in singles matches. Trying to find your own place. Trust me, I know all about what it’s like when everyone you work with seems to be passing you by. I know that feeling. I know the hunger that’s inside of you. To prove you got it too. To prove you belong. You’re not careful, that can consume you.”
He let out a heavy breath.
“Like it did to be once. But those boys you roll with seem like decent types. They aren’t leaving you behind. They are lifting you up with them. Stay in this business long enough and you can spot the people that only care about themselves. They don’t seem the type.”
He leans back on the bench and lets out a breath.
“That doesn't make that feeling any easier though. Trust me son, I get it. The need to prove yourself. Hell it probably burns brighter knowing your boys do care. You gotta go out there. Show the trust isn’t misplaced. Show that you can still hang. Truth is that you can. I know I got my work cut out for me. You’re young, you’re resilient. I might be bigger and stronger than you but you're quicker. Fast like a fox we used to say. But I ain’t gonna make it easy on you. That’d be disrespectful to you. That’d be disrespectful to this sport. And that’s something I have decided I’m not going to do again.”
He runs a hand over his head before wiping some of the dripping water from his face.
“So bring all you got, son. You’re gonna need it. The Machine keeps on trucking and I’m gonna give you the fight of your life. Mayhaps you’ll learn a thing or too in the process. Show me what you got, Jack. Cause I’m common for ya.”
Well howdy there pardner.