Post by A Ghost Now on Jul 21, 2014 19:31:23 GMT -6
My life… I am not going to lie… has been exciting… and at the very time… fucked up… and other times… just plainly exhausting.
Let’s get this story started off nice and easy. A lot of people know me by my nickname, The Perfect Disaster. Others know me a little less famously as The Suicide King, or the Last King. Hell, some people don’t know me and don’t even give two shits about me. But that’s fine enough.
Simply enough, everyone knows me as just Max.
My name is Maxwell Soloke. I am twenty-two years of age as of January.
Did I mention I was a professional wrestler? That probably might be the big picture here that everyone cares about, really. Because, let’s be real, my life before I’ve gotten into wrestling has been sheltered, quiet, and under the radar.
Except for maybe a gambling incident or two in Jamaica… but we don’t talk about those days anymore.
Most notably, I have been in four federations.
Pinnacle Wrestling Association was the first one, really. Honestly, this place was one that pushed me to my limits and, even though I could never become the breakout star of that place and win the big prize there, I still made my impact in heated matches against some of the best and putting their skills and resolve to the test before coming oh so VERY short to victory. It was the place I probably matured the most in.
CLAW was the next. I could give you the full name… but it has been not been the same throughout the federation’s life. There was Canadian Lucha Action Wrestling… Carnival of Lost and Ancient Wonders… Carnival Lucha Action Wrestling… All the same… the place was CLAW. This federation was home to me. I fit in so nicely… with all the deformed freaks, the fetishists… the midgets… the steel chair that ended up becoming a champion… and simply my best friend in the wrestling world, David Dreadful. Just like Pinnacle, this place was round and pushed me to my limits. Unlike Pinnacle, however, I was able to break out in the final hours of the federation, becoming the final CLAW Triple Crown Champion, hence the name, “The Last King.”
Then there was next Generation wrestling, who received my contract after CLAW found itself in the grave after massive bankruptcy. I am not going to lie, this place, as well as the fourth federation, New Edge Wresting, were not as notable in my career. Both places seem to put me loss after loss with a rare win here and there, but never anything big to get ahead. Never the less, both federations had decent people to have a brawl with. But alas, my stints there were small and less than notable. But at least I won gold in nGw and marked myself in it’s history.
And so… that should catch you up loosely on where I have been!
“I see...” Stefan Frei, the CEO of VOW, or Visionaries of Wrestling, said quietly as he relaxed back in his seat, looking over my files and paperwork. “And so you wish to show off your stuff here, then?”
“Would like that very much. PWA is closed, nGw is under new management, CLAW has been dead for a year… and NEW… well, I’m not entirely sure I should be talking about that place.” I replied. I shifted a bit in my seat a tad uncomfortable, trying not to be lazy and slouch in my seat as much as I desperately wanted to. Instead, just kept up to ATTEMPT to be professional, even if my people skills suck.
“I see. When was the last time you were in a ring, Max?”
“Honestly? I would like to say April… but even then, the rust was very strong. The last time I had PROPERLY been in a wrestling ring, at 100%, would probably have to be around the fall of last year.”
“So it’s been a year since you’ve played this game seriously?”
“Basically, sir.”
“Well…” Stefan took one more brief look over things before nodding. “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, kid. You’re signed, and you will appear in the opening contest of Breakthrough 8 against fellow debutants. Does that sound all right to you?”
“Oh, of course! Thank you!” I said with a growing smile across my face. We both stood up and shook hands, sealing the deal.
“I will hope to see you in Saint Cloud next week, then.” Stefan said before sitting back down in his seat.
“I’ll be sure to be there. Thank you so much, and have a nice day.” I said, bowing my head to before turning around and exiting his office with a smile on my face. “Phew! Well, now that THAT is out of the way… time to fly on back to North Carolina and take a nice load off before I have to back into this…”
I let out a groan, having only taken a flight over to Minnesota to get my new job sorted out. My plane was leaving in an hour or two, so I did not plan on staying long. However… something did catch his my, though.
That something instantly made me run around a corner and hide in fear before the CEO walked by the scared wrestler, who was peaking around said corner at what could easily be comparable to a monster.
“Are… you okay, Max?” Stefan asked confused before he looked over to what Max was staring at.
“W-why… Why is SHE here?!” I said frightfully, afraid as I saw the Baddest Bitch, Cera, walking by the halls.
“Oh, her? Well, to be fair, when you mentioned NEW, I was kinda surprised you came from there, too. You know about the NEW fiasco, and… well… a lot of those folks who were ‘let go’ were hired by me over here to start up something new.” The CEO said proudly. “There’s her… Joka-“
“THAT FUCK IS HERE, TOO?”
“Yep.”
“… excuse me while I just sneak out the backdoor in hopes not to be seen again in this federation by that cold-hearted bitch. … I’m pretty sure she still has not forgiven me for the kick to the head. … or the sadistic shit done to her in that Freezer Match.” Without another word, I power-walked out of the office and quickly made my way to the airport to go home, not turning back once…
“Okay, so.” I cracked my fingers while on the plane with my laptop as I flew thousands of feet from the ground back to home. Before I dis-embarked, I was given my opponents, so I saved their profiles and a little other miscellaneous information. The first profile I pulled up was “The Fallen One,” Death.
“So… judging by this person… fucked up childhood!” I said to myself as I read through the information. “I have to admit… his morals are lovely… people should respect the lives given to them… I mean hell, they weren’t born in some third-world country or anything… but…” I shook my head, reading the stories of this man and how he would freely assault people in the streets based on what they were doing… “… your methods are not the right way to go about it… save it for the ring, not the innocent people. Anyway… stats.”
I slowly looked over his statistics. His height, weight, bulk, and wrestling style. “Well… height and weight he has easily got over me… Staying away from him and simply trying to keep him off his feet seems to be the best course of action… maybe letting him and my other opponent fight it out would be a good course of action. Speaking of…”
I bought up my other opponent. Berlin Anderson. “So… this is more my kind of person! Small, light, and a nice brawler instead of grappler. Heh… This is going to be fun. Two adrenaline pumped kids going up against a towering powerhouse. I’m pretty sure Death’ll be the first one dropped out of the match… then Berlin and I can kick the show off properly.”
“… and then probably both get our asses kicked when that hulking sadist knocks both our winded bodies out and wins.” Max sighed and shut his laptop, rubbing his temple. “This is not going to be a fun return… shaking off the rust won’t be fun either… but… match by match, I’ll be back at 100% and in the swing of things here.”
