Post by darkdisciple on Jul 16, 2012 10:42:41 GMT -5
(Sorry it's a little late, I know other people have time differences to deal with, but I'm seriously bad at remembering when I'm supposed to have what done. Anyways, please do enjoy, and I hope this counts, if not... I understand, but please enjoy it anyways. ;D)
It’s hardly an enjoyable experience, having to move across a country as massive as the United States. Sure, it wasn’t so bad if you just had to fly yourself over for an event, and if Bill Adams lent you his jet to get you over there in time, all of which I appreciated, as it gave me a chance to be a part of the debut show (walking away with a title match was a nice perk too) and get a feel for the fans in Nevada. I had never been this far west before, in fact, I hadn’t really wrestled outside of New York… well, except for that one, very brief experiment in Texas… but I try not to think about that… ever.
My New York hotel room had been pretty much cleared out. It was a bit depressing to think that I’d be leaving this place. I had been just getting comfortable; I had met some good people around the city. Fans, friends, Italian waitresses who thought I was attractive, (still trying to figure that one out) and of course, plenty of others. I looked at the clock sitting on the hotel nightstand. I still had enough time to eat dinner before my flight. But where? I was a regular at several of the nearby restaurants, and if this was going to be my last chance, I wanted to make it a meal to remember. I looked over at my baggage. A backpack filled with various papers, my laptop and other important stuff, as well as two suitcases, crammed with the rest of my stuff. I had already mailed my old title back home, so that had saved me considerable room. I decided to take it all with me. I didn’t need to come back here for any real reason, and I wanted to be able to have that extra time. I grabbed my bags, took one last look at my old room. Then I turned, and walked away…
I walked past the front desk and was somewhat surprised to find the attendant standing in front of the desk, a somewhat pained look on her face. She was a younger girl, probably around 19, maybe 20. She was very pretty, with brown eyes and brown hair. People tend to overlook just how beautiful girls like that can be. She turned her head to the side as she spoke.
You’re all checked out, your taxi will be here in about 38 seconds, he should take Westchester road to avoid the worst traffic, and I reserved a table for one at the Biergarten for you. Oh, and you left your toothbrush in your room so here’s a spare.
She handed me a toothbrush, along with a tissue.
What’s the Ti…
Bless you.
Wha-ah-ACHOO!!
It was a pretty large sneeze, even for me, luckily, I happened to be holding a tissue. Have I mentioned this girl is awesome? Also, she said she had gotten me a table at the Biergarten, which thinking about it was exactly the place I did want to have my last dinner in New York.
I think I’m going to miss you the most. Do you do this for everyone? Or just me?
That got a laugh out of her, which was good. It was nice to see her smile.
Haha, only the people I care enough about to pay attention to.
Well, I’m honored…
She turned and looked me in the eye. She looked on the verge of tears, which surprised me. I wasn’t sure if something had happened, or if she really was this upset I was leaving.
Is…
She threw her arms around my back and pressed her face into my chest as she hugged me.
No, *sniff* everything’s fine. I’m just going to miss you an awful lot. I-I kinda wanted to get to know you better…
Get to know me better? You already know what I’m thinking well before I even think about thinking it!
I hadn’t realized that she had felt like this. If I had I might have taken her out to dinner a couple of times. It probably wouldn’t have grown much further than being friends though… my problem is that all the girls I meet are either annoying, air headed, prostitutes, total you-know-whats, or… if they weren’t any of those things, they reminded me of my sister, and really now, who wants to date their sister? That’s just weird.
She smiled as she squeezed her arms around me one more time before letting go.
You’re taxi’s here. Have fun in Las Vegas, and don’t eat the shellfish at the Golden Buffet you’ll eat lunch at tomorrow, the restaurant hasn’t gotten fresh ones in all week. Also, watch out when you get off the plane. There’s a step that often trips people up on the exit ramp.
Thanks… hey, I have a tag match coming up, will I win it?
She giggled at that.
Hey, who do you think I am? A psychic? Now go, the cab driver doesn’t like waiting.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Thank you for everything. Goodbye…
With that, I grabbed my bags, and headed out the door.
It was a typical New York cab ride, which means it was probably the most exciting thing that’ll happen all day, but I’m not feeling up to remembering that much profanity… so I’ll just skip to the end.
After paying the driver, I head into the Biergarten. It was a typical big city restaurant, overpriced and always busy, but it was still early for the typical Dinner rush, and I was on good terms with the owner, both good ways to get a table. The aforementioned owner happened to be working front of house. As soon as I stepped in the door a big smile broke on his face. He was a big, clearly German man, with a old style handlebar moustache, a shaved head, and just when no one thought it was possible, he was in fact, bigger than me. He bellowed out with a friendly ferocity only German’s were capable of utilizing.
Hey! Look who’s here! Apostle Kried, the mighty Ringer von Bayern! How are you mein Freund?
Alles gute mein Fruend. I believe I have a table for dinner tonight?
Ja, so, so… let me see here, yes, we have here your table. But I have to ask? Is it true? You are leaving us?
I’m afraid so, in my line of work you have to go where the work is, and the work is in Las Vegas now.
A shame, a shame, you will be sorely missed. Someone who knows just how good a home cooked German meal truly is… this kind of man is hard to find.
Not as hard as the meal is to find. I assure you of that Lars. I’m sure no place in Las Vegas could match your Schnitzel.
The Schnitzel then?
Of course. With whatever you would drink with it please.
I sat down at the table he gestured to. After a bit he came back with my meal and a glass of milk.
You eat Schnitzel with milk?
I do when I have a wrestling match tomorrow. Can’t have you bumbling about the ring with a hangover now can we?
No, I suppose you’re right. Especially when I’m fighting two people as adept as Siren and Bliss.
Ladies?
Well, ladies might be a stretch, but they are definitely female. Don’t let that fool you though, I’ve met plenty of girls who can run with the guys. This shouldn’t be any different. I have a great wrestler by my side for it though. So it shouldn’t be any problem.
Life is made easy with a friend by your side.
That is so… Come to think of it Drake and I didn’t really get a chance to train together this week. That’s probably a bad thing. I’ll have to see if I can’t get him alone before our match for a bit of strategy.
How’s the Schnitzel?
Oh, it’s fantastic of course. Make sure the chef receives my compliments, also, tell her she’s got a clever husband who pairs pork with milk, it’s fantastic.
HA! It was her idea in the first place. Are I not the luckiest man in America?
The conversation fell to small talk after that, eventually, I had to leave, and after saying my goodbyes to Lars and his wife, I headed for the subway to the airport.
Later, at the airport
That pesky extra bag fee hadn’t put me in the best of moods, but as I boarded my plane, seeing who I was going to sit next to didn’t help.
Barney Lawrence was a well known member of the New York Post’s press team. He also had a reputation for twisting peoples words to mean the exact opposite of what they had meant to say. I had been fortunate enough to have only met him once, and even that one time he had pulled two words out of me that he used to say I was guaranteeing a victory. (The words were “I’ll try” if you were wondering.) As I sat down next to him, the smile that exploded on his face sunk my heart. I knew he recognized me, and that meant I was going to…
Hey! Apostle Kried! Big match tonight, teaming up with Drake Hunter to take on the Goddess Factor, mind if I get a few of your thoughts? I’m sure the public would love to know how you’re planning on winning this match the night after a big move like this one.
Barry, I’m not sure I…
Hey! Come on, we’re sitting next to each other anyways, what else are you going to do? Watch the movie? Don’t bother, already checked. It’s going to be Wall-E, you’d have to be an idiot to want to watch something that boring am I right?
Yes… of course. I lied. No point in giving this guy any ammunition before he even asked a question. I could probably watch the movie anyways… I had all the lines memorized.
Great, so, about Drake, do you really think two different, different styles such as yours will be able to take on a cohesive team like Bliss and Siren?
Drake and I are going to do fine, we…
Ooh bold words, bold words, you haven’t even trained with him yet right? How do you expect to function without any practice.
Drake and I are both singles fighters, we’ll be able to handle ourselves in the ring, so double teaming moves and fancy stuff shouldn’t be necessary. Of course, we plan on…
So you’re saying you don’t need Drake’s help to win?
That’s not what I said at all.
Are you implying that you could beat the Goddess factor by yourself?
No! At least probably not… maybe? They’re a solid team. They know each other well enough to really fight a great fight. Drake and I are going to have to bring our A games if we want to beat them. But they have their weak spots, namely, arrogance.
Care to elaborate?
Sure. The two of them seem to suffer from the same thing many wrestlers do, a massive ego. They think that they can walk over anyone they want just because they got to be the classroom bully in Kindergarten. They also underestimate people constantly, they rely on stereotypes to plan their matches instead of actually taking the time to learn about their opponent, and they assume that everyone is going to stick to their guns, instead of actually being creative in a match against them.
See, people see me as a big guy, and they immediately think, “Oh, he must be stupid, big guys are always stupid.” So that’s when they think outsmarting me is the way to victory. By the time they realize I’m not the moron they think, I’ve typically drawn them into a trap, and they’re down for the one two three.
Barney was scribbling away on a legal pad, and it was when I saw him write something about me fighting dirty to win, I decided it was time to change the subject. Of course, that hardly worked against him, and as the flight continued, I’m sure he got plenty more gems he could use to turn my fans against me. As the flight came to an end, I just wanted to get out of there. He was still babbling on about some speck of my past he had been poking at since we were flying over Utah. As the lights flashed on, I jumped out of my seat, bag in hand, and flew down the aisle faster than even I thought I was capable of. I managed to get a bit of separation between myself and Barry, but I still heard him shouting at me from behind. I tried my best, but my size kept me from slipping through the other passengers, and just as I exited the plane Barry showed up beside me.
Easy there big boy, you almost left me behind. Now than, as I was saying, about your Dad… was he AHH! *thud*
He had tripped on a step that stuck out slightly on the entrance ramp. I had avoided it, but he faceplanted into the ground. I smirked slightly as I motioned to the medical attendant.
I think this man may have broken his nose.
As the crew rushed to Barney’s face, a smile landed on my face. I was in Las Vegas, and things had never looked so promising. I was ready to start a new chapter of my story here, and it started with Drake and I showing this city just what the two of us were capable of.
It’s hardly an enjoyable experience, having to move across a country as massive as the United States. Sure, it wasn’t so bad if you just had to fly yourself over for an event, and if Bill Adams lent you his jet to get you over there in time, all of which I appreciated, as it gave me a chance to be a part of the debut show (walking away with a title match was a nice perk too) and get a feel for the fans in Nevada. I had never been this far west before, in fact, I hadn’t really wrestled outside of New York… well, except for that one, very brief experiment in Texas… but I try not to think about that… ever.
My New York hotel room had been pretty much cleared out. It was a bit depressing to think that I’d be leaving this place. I had been just getting comfortable; I had met some good people around the city. Fans, friends, Italian waitresses who thought I was attractive, (still trying to figure that one out) and of course, plenty of others. I looked at the clock sitting on the hotel nightstand. I still had enough time to eat dinner before my flight. But where? I was a regular at several of the nearby restaurants, and if this was going to be my last chance, I wanted to make it a meal to remember. I looked over at my baggage. A backpack filled with various papers, my laptop and other important stuff, as well as two suitcases, crammed with the rest of my stuff. I had already mailed my old title back home, so that had saved me considerable room. I decided to take it all with me. I didn’t need to come back here for any real reason, and I wanted to be able to have that extra time. I grabbed my bags, took one last look at my old room. Then I turned, and walked away…
I walked past the front desk and was somewhat surprised to find the attendant standing in front of the desk, a somewhat pained look on her face. She was a younger girl, probably around 19, maybe 20. She was very pretty, with brown eyes and brown hair. People tend to overlook just how beautiful girls like that can be. She turned her head to the side as she spoke.
You’re all checked out, your taxi will be here in about 38 seconds, he should take Westchester road to avoid the worst traffic, and I reserved a table for one at the Biergarten for you. Oh, and you left your toothbrush in your room so here’s a spare.
She handed me a toothbrush, along with a tissue.
What’s the Ti…
Bless you.
Wha-ah-ACHOO!!
It was a pretty large sneeze, even for me, luckily, I happened to be holding a tissue. Have I mentioned this girl is awesome? Also, she said she had gotten me a table at the Biergarten, which thinking about it was exactly the place I did want to have my last dinner in New York.
I think I’m going to miss you the most. Do you do this for everyone? Or just me?
That got a laugh out of her, which was good. It was nice to see her smile.
Haha, only the people I care enough about to pay attention to.
Well, I’m honored…
She turned and looked me in the eye. She looked on the verge of tears, which surprised me. I wasn’t sure if something had happened, or if she really was this upset I was leaving.
Is…
She threw her arms around my back and pressed her face into my chest as she hugged me.
No, *sniff* everything’s fine. I’m just going to miss you an awful lot. I-I kinda wanted to get to know you better…
Get to know me better? You already know what I’m thinking well before I even think about thinking it!
I hadn’t realized that she had felt like this. If I had I might have taken her out to dinner a couple of times. It probably wouldn’t have grown much further than being friends though… my problem is that all the girls I meet are either annoying, air headed, prostitutes, total you-know-whats, or… if they weren’t any of those things, they reminded me of my sister, and really now, who wants to date their sister? That’s just weird.
She smiled as she squeezed her arms around me one more time before letting go.
You’re taxi’s here. Have fun in Las Vegas, and don’t eat the shellfish at the Golden Buffet you’ll eat lunch at tomorrow, the restaurant hasn’t gotten fresh ones in all week. Also, watch out when you get off the plane. There’s a step that often trips people up on the exit ramp.
Thanks… hey, I have a tag match coming up, will I win it?
She giggled at that.
Hey, who do you think I am? A psychic? Now go, the cab driver doesn’t like waiting.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Thank you for everything. Goodbye…
With that, I grabbed my bags, and headed out the door.
It was a typical New York cab ride, which means it was probably the most exciting thing that’ll happen all day, but I’m not feeling up to remembering that much profanity… so I’ll just skip to the end.
After paying the driver, I head into the Biergarten. It was a typical big city restaurant, overpriced and always busy, but it was still early for the typical Dinner rush, and I was on good terms with the owner, both good ways to get a table. The aforementioned owner happened to be working front of house. As soon as I stepped in the door a big smile broke on his face. He was a big, clearly German man, with a old style handlebar moustache, a shaved head, and just when no one thought it was possible, he was in fact, bigger than me. He bellowed out with a friendly ferocity only German’s were capable of utilizing.
Hey! Look who’s here! Apostle Kried, the mighty Ringer von Bayern! How are you mein Freund?
Alles gute mein Fruend. I believe I have a table for dinner tonight?
Ja, so, so… let me see here, yes, we have here your table. But I have to ask? Is it true? You are leaving us?
I’m afraid so, in my line of work you have to go where the work is, and the work is in Las Vegas now.
A shame, a shame, you will be sorely missed. Someone who knows just how good a home cooked German meal truly is… this kind of man is hard to find.
Not as hard as the meal is to find. I assure you of that Lars. I’m sure no place in Las Vegas could match your Schnitzel.
The Schnitzel then?
Of course. With whatever you would drink with it please.
I sat down at the table he gestured to. After a bit he came back with my meal and a glass of milk.
You eat Schnitzel with milk?
I do when I have a wrestling match tomorrow. Can’t have you bumbling about the ring with a hangover now can we?
No, I suppose you’re right. Especially when I’m fighting two people as adept as Siren and Bliss.
Ladies?
Well, ladies might be a stretch, but they are definitely female. Don’t let that fool you though, I’ve met plenty of girls who can run with the guys. This shouldn’t be any different. I have a great wrestler by my side for it though. So it shouldn’t be any problem.
Life is made easy with a friend by your side.
That is so… Come to think of it Drake and I didn’t really get a chance to train together this week. That’s probably a bad thing. I’ll have to see if I can’t get him alone before our match for a bit of strategy.
How’s the Schnitzel?
Oh, it’s fantastic of course. Make sure the chef receives my compliments, also, tell her she’s got a clever husband who pairs pork with milk, it’s fantastic.
HA! It was her idea in the first place. Are I not the luckiest man in America?
The conversation fell to small talk after that, eventually, I had to leave, and after saying my goodbyes to Lars and his wife, I headed for the subway to the airport.
Later, at the airport
That pesky extra bag fee hadn’t put me in the best of moods, but as I boarded my plane, seeing who I was going to sit next to didn’t help.
Barney Lawrence was a well known member of the New York Post’s press team. He also had a reputation for twisting peoples words to mean the exact opposite of what they had meant to say. I had been fortunate enough to have only met him once, and even that one time he had pulled two words out of me that he used to say I was guaranteeing a victory. (The words were “I’ll try” if you were wondering.) As I sat down next to him, the smile that exploded on his face sunk my heart. I knew he recognized me, and that meant I was going to…
Hey! Apostle Kried! Big match tonight, teaming up with Drake Hunter to take on the Goddess Factor, mind if I get a few of your thoughts? I’m sure the public would love to know how you’re planning on winning this match the night after a big move like this one.
Barry, I’m not sure I…
Hey! Come on, we’re sitting next to each other anyways, what else are you going to do? Watch the movie? Don’t bother, already checked. It’s going to be Wall-E, you’d have to be an idiot to want to watch something that boring am I right?
Yes… of course. I lied. No point in giving this guy any ammunition before he even asked a question. I could probably watch the movie anyways… I had all the lines memorized.
Great, so, about Drake, do you really think two different, different styles such as yours will be able to take on a cohesive team like Bliss and Siren?
Drake and I are going to do fine, we…
Ooh bold words, bold words, you haven’t even trained with him yet right? How do you expect to function without any practice.
Drake and I are both singles fighters, we’ll be able to handle ourselves in the ring, so double teaming moves and fancy stuff shouldn’t be necessary. Of course, we plan on…
So you’re saying you don’t need Drake’s help to win?
That’s not what I said at all.
Are you implying that you could beat the Goddess factor by yourself?
No! At least probably not… maybe? They’re a solid team. They know each other well enough to really fight a great fight. Drake and I are going to have to bring our A games if we want to beat them. But they have their weak spots, namely, arrogance.
Care to elaborate?
Sure. The two of them seem to suffer from the same thing many wrestlers do, a massive ego. They think that they can walk over anyone they want just because they got to be the classroom bully in Kindergarten. They also underestimate people constantly, they rely on stereotypes to plan their matches instead of actually taking the time to learn about their opponent, and they assume that everyone is going to stick to their guns, instead of actually being creative in a match against them.
See, people see me as a big guy, and they immediately think, “Oh, he must be stupid, big guys are always stupid.” So that’s when they think outsmarting me is the way to victory. By the time they realize I’m not the moron they think, I’ve typically drawn them into a trap, and they’re down for the one two three.
Barney was scribbling away on a legal pad, and it was when I saw him write something about me fighting dirty to win, I decided it was time to change the subject. Of course, that hardly worked against him, and as the flight continued, I’m sure he got plenty more gems he could use to turn my fans against me. As the flight came to an end, I just wanted to get out of there. He was still babbling on about some speck of my past he had been poking at since we were flying over Utah. As the lights flashed on, I jumped out of my seat, bag in hand, and flew down the aisle faster than even I thought I was capable of. I managed to get a bit of separation between myself and Barry, but I still heard him shouting at me from behind. I tried my best, but my size kept me from slipping through the other passengers, and just as I exited the plane Barry showed up beside me.
Easy there big boy, you almost left me behind. Now than, as I was saying, about your Dad… was he AHH! *thud*
He had tripped on a step that stuck out slightly on the entrance ramp. I had avoided it, but he faceplanted into the ground. I smirked slightly as I motioned to the medical attendant.
I think this man may have broken his nose.
As the crew rushed to Barney’s face, a smile landed on my face. I was in Las Vegas, and things had never looked so promising. I was ready to start a new chapter of my story here, and it started with Drake and I showing this city just what the two of us were capable of.
