Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 18:15:17 GMT
Many years ago, Adrian Nixon crossed the border into Mexico to chase his dreams of becoming a Professional Wrestler. Now after years of working his ass off day and night practically Adrian " Airborne" Nixon was about to head back across the border for the first time to work in the land he was born from. He got a contract with a unique company down in Louisiana that was both an Amusement Park and Wrestling Company. He had already put in some job applications via the Internet in hopes of supplementing his income since new hires to Indy Companies don't normally make a lot of money. He would be living in a sleeping room not to far from the Amusement Park, but that one room to himself would seem like a Mansion after years of sharing a one bedroom apartment in Mexico City with four other students from The Blue Demon Instituto Atletico,
Blue Demon is a name synonymous in the Lucha Libre Community. The man simply known to his peers as Blue was considered to be one of the very best to every don a mask. He trained dozens and dozens of Competitors for the business over his years. He sadly died at the age of Seventy-Eight on his way home from a training session back in Two Thousand. But the School was continued on by his adoptive son Blue Demon Jr. who would become one of Adrian's trainers when he came across the border that many years ago. He was a Gringo and not many Gringos were accepted into the Lucha Libre Society, but Adrian had proven to be too stubborn and possessed too much willpower to give up.
Now as Nix sat in the tiny office of the School waiting for his trainer and mentor to come in. All of those thoughts came rushing back to him. The many matches he had been a part of in Mexico, the toils, and triumphs that come with this business. One night feeling like you are on top of the World, and the next barely able to see the top of the Gutter you are laying in. Nix was used to that Rollercoaster but it was going to be a whole different ride when he is in Louisiana and no longer surrounded by his support group. One of which was walking through the door right now.
Demon crosses his arms before him, looking at his Student as he spoke in broken English with a thick Spanish Accent.
" Are you ready Mosca?"
The word Mosca is roughly translated to Fly in English, and what Demon had taken to calling Nix when he saw how his young pupil could fly around the ring. The nickname had stuck with him from Demon ever since even though it was still unclear if he meant Adrian could fly or if he was calling him a bug that likes to buzz around piles of Manure.
Nix looked up from is seat and nodded. He really wasn't sure of the answer but he knew he already had a Plane Ticket in his pocket and money in his Bank Account that said he better be showing up in Purity, Louisiana very soon. " Ready as I'll ever be"
Demon walked around his desk taking a seat " Everything changes today for your Mosca. You must remember your training, but you must also be willing to adapt. The Palm Tree sways in the wind, it is willing to bend so not to break. If you can't be willing to bend, you will break"
Adrian chuckles " How very Confucius of you"
Demon returns the laughter. " Just remember...Bend, never break"
Andrian nods" I got it, Boss...I think I am ready"
Demon reaches across the table, shaking hands with his soon to be a former student. " You always got a home here, Mosca"
Nix smiled " Thank you, Sir....For everything"
-----
Now standing in his Sleeping Room, which was nothing more than a single bed and a Card Table with duct tape around its legs telling the tale of seeing better days. Nix looked out the Curtain-less window from his fourth floor room staring at the Ferris Wheel in the distance. That was the landmark to his new home. Somewhere below that skyline and neon lights is a building, and inside that building is a Wrestling Ring that Nix would soon be calling his new home....Home Sweet Home.
Nix turned walking back to the bed and dropping down onto a mattress that felt like it was filled with concrete, but would serve its purpose. He kicked his feet up on the bed, laying his head back and attempting to grab a few hours of sleep before heading into unchartered territory within the walls of Wicked Entertainment's Amusement Park. It was time to catch some Air.
Blue Demon is a name synonymous in the Lucha Libre Community. The man simply known to his peers as Blue was considered to be one of the very best to every don a mask. He trained dozens and dozens of Competitors for the business over his years. He sadly died at the age of Seventy-Eight on his way home from a training session back in Two Thousand. But the School was continued on by his adoptive son Blue Demon Jr. who would become one of Adrian's trainers when he came across the border that many years ago. He was a Gringo and not many Gringos were accepted into the Lucha Libre Society, but Adrian had proven to be too stubborn and possessed too much willpower to give up.
Now as Nix sat in the tiny office of the School waiting for his trainer and mentor to come in. All of those thoughts came rushing back to him. The many matches he had been a part of in Mexico, the toils, and triumphs that come with this business. One night feeling like you are on top of the World, and the next barely able to see the top of the Gutter you are laying in. Nix was used to that Rollercoaster but it was going to be a whole different ride when he is in Louisiana and no longer surrounded by his support group. One of which was walking through the door right now.
Demon crosses his arms before him, looking at his Student as he spoke in broken English with a thick Spanish Accent.
" Are you ready Mosca?"
The word Mosca is roughly translated to Fly in English, and what Demon had taken to calling Nix when he saw how his young pupil could fly around the ring. The nickname had stuck with him from Demon ever since even though it was still unclear if he meant Adrian could fly or if he was calling him a bug that likes to buzz around piles of Manure.
Nix looked up from is seat and nodded. He really wasn't sure of the answer but he knew he already had a Plane Ticket in his pocket and money in his Bank Account that said he better be showing up in Purity, Louisiana very soon. " Ready as I'll ever be"
Demon walked around his desk taking a seat " Everything changes today for your Mosca. You must remember your training, but you must also be willing to adapt. The Palm Tree sways in the wind, it is willing to bend so not to break. If you can't be willing to bend, you will break"
Adrian chuckles " How very Confucius of you"
Demon returns the laughter. " Just remember...Bend, never break"
Andrian nods" I got it, Boss...I think I am ready"
Demon reaches across the table, shaking hands with his soon to be a former student. " You always got a home here, Mosca"
Nix smiled " Thank you, Sir....For everything"
-----
Now standing in his Sleeping Room, which was nothing more than a single bed and a Card Table with duct tape around its legs telling the tale of seeing better days. Nix looked out the Curtain-less window from his fourth floor room staring at the Ferris Wheel in the distance. That was the landmark to his new home. Somewhere below that skyline and neon lights is a building, and inside that building is a Wrestling Ring that Nix would soon be calling his new home....Home Sweet Home.
Nix turned walking back to the bed and dropping down onto a mattress that felt like it was filled with concrete, but would serve its purpose. He kicked his feet up on the bed, laying his head back and attempting to grab a few hours of sleep before heading into unchartered territory within the walls of Wicked Entertainment's Amusement Park. It was time to catch some Air.
End--Kind of a debut, mostly boredom crappy stuff...lol.