Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 16:05:23 GMT -5
Mister and Misses Wilder
What makes a loner change ways? Especially when that way worked way too well for almost a decade. What motivation could be enough to look at it from another point of view. Good question. Sometimes everything changes in the blink of an eye. And when saying everything, it really meant everything. TIARA WILDER. She had been happy the way her life had been a month ago. Or at least she told herself that she was satisfied. Getting up, working out and picking fights. There was no real structure outside of that. Don’t forget the booze. Never. The truth was easy and simple. There was a life before him. Yet that life seemed to become more blurry with each day passing. And that not only because she had spent so much time invading the local bar. You got a drinking problem. Nope. Society would highly agree with previous statment. Most of the people living in the same area would agree. But Tiara? She did not see herself as a potential problem. Neither would she agree if anyone said she had a highly aggressive behaviour. Just zero tolerance for idiots and cunts.
Drifting off. As clichè as it may come across everything had changed with the appearance of reckless ERRON WILDER. A man that was used to take what he wanted without caring about the consequences. Something they had in common among many other personality traits. But something about this encounter was different than everything she had witnessed before. The human race had the tendency to judge what they couldn’t understand or overpower. No matter how good someone pretended to be- it was a big bunch of bullshit. You are too loud. Too blunt. Too chaotic. But that lecture never came. It took the Poet of the Damned to break through the walls of the #GermanGlory. The rest is history, right? WRONG. Just the beginning of a story that yet has to be written.
S E R I A L T H R I L L E R
The Story doesn’t change plot.
November 1st, 2016.
Erron jogged up the emptied slabs of concrete in the sidewalk near his house by Washington Heights. It had become a habit to escape for a moment alone, only accompanied by the early morning sun caressing the horizon with its golden blaze and the gentle breezes whispering through the tree-lined streets. Peaceful times like these weren’t always achievable, and that’s why they were so valuable now.
Now, in a time far from those of a former prizefighter brutally warped by his thrill for fighting that his psychology became that of a vicious animal’s looking to spill blood for sport.
For the heck of it, honestly.
It was like his grandfather told him of his youthful years upon returning from the Vietnam War: “Guys lose their way real easily when they stop taking pleasure in living and start more in surviving.” Some stories of his friends were about how they had come home, redesigned strictly to challenge their survival prowess after having outlasted the guerillas, and went grizzly bear hunting up north with only bowie knives. That metallic taste of sweat and blood in their mouths was just simply unforgettable that they craved it like moths did the fire.
Their training, their kill or be killed lifestyle, never forgotten.
For Erron, it was all the same but yet different. From a homeless bare-knuckle brawler, every fight was a guaranteed meal ticket. It was food and water to a one-hundred and fifty pounded skeletal sketch of man that fought with his hunger until he became a glutton that craved more. When well-done venison lost its flavor, the blood, sweat and tears of his opponents became the main course. He destroyed them because he could—because it was the only thing he had learned to do that actually put a roof over his head and food on his table.
It was his standard form of living.
Now, his standard was just in being a man who is elusive to glory. From a prizefighter and even as a wrestler that come so close in Bayou Wrestling to becoming its inaugural Heavyweight Champion, being a second away from ending the greatest streak in 4CW history, and then released from PRIDE wrestling upon its unexpected closure when he finally seemed championship-bound. It was a series of “so close, but yet so far away” situations, but it didn’t deter his willingness to one day break on through to the other side.
One day, the unkempt, wild and dirty dog from Saginaw would have his bone.
As his hassled steps trampled over fallen branches under a familiar shade of trees, he would glimpse at his wife standing attentively by the porch of their small home. It was always easy to descry from a distance with her shapely, jaw-dropping figure usually clad in sportswear and her tousled, dirty blonde hair that spread long towards her lower back. She searched around the neighborhood with a shifting glance of her green eyes that scrutinized every detail within sight, and then finally reconnecting with his. Tiara looked at him and there was an implacable smile stretching on both sides of her smooth face.
“ERRON!” She would bellow excitedly, her tan cheeks blushing a deep red.
Erron strained his legs to dart over towards her as fast as he could, crackling over the grass and thumping up the wooden steps to wrap his arms around her slender waist and hoist her up like he hadn’t seen her in a long time. Tiara found the woman in her to squint, rejoicing at his embrace, kissing him eagerly on the cheek as he did her.
“What’s up, babe?” Erron asks her upon releasing her back down on the upper flooring of the porch. “You’re up early today.”
His wife would take a moment to gather her thoughts in the midst of the ecstasy she felt, looking at him sharply in his cyan-coloured eyes with a phone subtly clutched at hand that Erron still hadn’t noticed.
“Well, someone from AWE has been calling your phone with an urgency to speak to you.”
“AWE?”
“A… W… E.”
Erron blinks, his head cocked back in surprise and then scrolling his pupils at the phone she held. “What the fuck is that, some sort of cable company or what?”
Tiara giggles, a tone a bit more sinful than innocent. “Nah. Alpha Wrestling Empire, they say. It’s a wrestling promotion!”
“Oh…”
His face suddenly felt numb; eyes tightened stiff to their sockets, lips stitched shut together and the warm flow of blood going to his head felt cold. For a moment, it felt like a New Guinea death adder had sunk its fangs into his throat, feeding a neurotoxin to his system that was thoroughly killing him. Or at least, a part of himself. A part that had recently adapted into a peaceful life, as a civilized man and as a dedicated husband that didn’t risk his well-being anymore for glory.
AWE calling him, after PRIDE’s recent closure, was but a wake-up call to who he really was underneath the saccharine caricature he had become.
“I think they're looking to offer one of the hottest free agents around a contract,” Tiara says, dimples of buzz over his possible return indented on her cheeks.
Erron remained silent for a moment, eyes absently gazing into a deep space of pure thought. All the things he had done and the things he had yet to accomplish. It was like opening a book you had closed, a story of adventure that you thought you had finished at some point because there was nothing more thrilling of substance, and realizing that this isn’t how you want the story to end. That this isn’t how anyone should go out.
“Erron…” His wife patted his cheek, trying to revive his attention her way.
“Yeah. Sorry, babe!” With rapid, forceful, jerky movements of head, he snaps from his trance and smiles at the angelic face beneath him. “I was just thinking about how things will change again with all of the traveling and whatnot.”
“I know!” She says, a reassuring smile to keep him confident of things to come. “Before you talk with them and negotiate all of that shit you normally do, I want you to know something, though.”
“What?” He looks at her, raising a brow attentive and yet inquisitive of what she had in mind.
“I attended your matches in PRIDE and it got me thinking a lot about my last tenure as a professional wrestler. There are things I wanted to do that I hadn’t done, and seeing you whuppin’ ass kind of reignited that fire.”
Erron scrunches his eyes, a bit confused, but at the same time he had a miniscule idea of where this was going - of where all of her excitement was really deriving from when AWE called.
“If you're going back, Erron,” Tiara places the phone within his palm, closing his fingers over it with a bright grin emerging from her smile. “—I want in, too.”
F E U E R F R E I
The German Glory
Hard to believe there was a difference between sweating and sweating. Tiara was used to daily workouts. Running. Weights. Punching bags. But this, no this was something so different. They had gone through the same routine at least five times. And still the look on her opposite was not satisfied. ELENA DEDRACA. Yeah. The same dark haired beauty that had just recently signed with another big company. If Tiara had any friends, Elena would be one. But right now the british bombshell was not amused nor smiling. She rubbed her cheek which looked somewhat swollen.
“The fuck Tiara… ouch… .”
“I only did what you showed me.”
Elena rubbed her cheek when a small wrinkle was forming between her eyebrows. For a moment she looked somewhat irritated. Her dark eyes falling back on Tiara. Split seconds later she began laughing.
“I see. Can't be too literal with you. Look, you got all the potential in the world. But this won't be like fighting in a dark alley. As much as we wish.. we ain't out there to seriously injure our opponents.”
Silence. It was almost viewable how the thoughts inside of Tiara’s head started to run wild. She was not used to limit herself. Fighting was something natural to her. Going soft on someone, not really. She was putting one of her hands on her hips when looking at Elena. A big question mark written all across it.
“So what then? Why fight if you don’t wanna overpower the person. Or have the urge to knock them out?”
Her eyes fell over towards Erron who was still attacking the punching bag. He was in the zone as the cool kids would say. Every punch harder than the one before. For a moment she caught herself getting lost in the movement. It was Elena that brought her back to their talk by hitting her shoulder. Hard and precisely. It was almost impossible to fight off the urge to rip the girls head off. The only thing stopping her… that grin on the dark haired girl’s face.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“Good. You felt that. There is a huge difference between being a fighter and being a successful fighter darling. Everyone can grab another person and beat them up. The smallest and dumbest. It takes a little more to rise to the top of this business. Not sure you got it.”
Whoah! Her blood was rushing and she heard her pulse in her ears. A small growl forming in her throat. Without further warning she jumped on Elena getting her down on the ground. She held her down and locking the move they had been training all morning. Being so focused she didn’t even realise the noise coming from her trainings partner. A laughter. It was disturbing and confusing, all at the same time.
“What’s so damn funny?”
“If I knew that this was what got you to focus… I would have pissed you off hours ago.”
Using the moment of confusion, Elena rolled the young Misses Wilder over. Kneeling on top of her back with that vicious grin. Holding her down only for several moments before getting up. Dusting herself off before offering her hand to Tiara. They once again stood face to face.
“Reverse psychology… really? You just went fucking Freud on me. Not cool Elena.”
“Steel Ass… if I would do that… we would talk about part of your sexual behaviour. And god… no. You do understand that this is the thing you gotta work on. Not your technique. Not your moves. You need to take all that aggression and anger and save it. Focus it. And then in the right moment use it.” Elena sat down on the grass being greeted by the dog of the Wilder’s.
“People in this company will try to get under your skin. Finding your so called trigger. And in your case it is not that hard to spot. But I wouldn’t have taken all morning if I didn’t believe you know how to handle your business. You got a worthy partner with Erron. Man is crazy as fuck, but then again we all are.”
For whatever reason that thick british accent had something amusing. Tiara smiled when looking at her ‘friend’. The little dog on her lap started to wiggle his tail madly when a shadow fell over them. Neither of the girls had realised that the man of the house had finished his workout.
“Finally taking a break?”
Tiara looked up at him with that vicious grin. Shortly after that, her eyes fell back to Elena who was playing with Ramses. It was hard to tell if it happened on purpose or not- but she was not paying attention to the Wilder’s. Erron on the other hand looked at the pale chick from head to toes when taking notice of the bruises that began to form.
“Not as much fun as you expected, El?”
“Saying what Wilder? That a few bruises will make me quit? She hits hard but we are only starting.”
She let out that typical laughter when lifting herself up from the dirty ground. She would once again look at both of them stretching her tired body.
“Just think about it like that… if she can bruise you like that without being fully aware of what she is doing… how will it end when she does?”
Erron had that smirk covering his face when offering his hand to his wife. She took it without hesitation getting to her feet. For a brief moment squeezing his hand. She never was lacking confidence but seeing the pride behind this smirk was priceless.
“I know exactly what I am doing, Mister Wilder.”
“Is that so? Because to me it looked like you were trying to rip her head off. But could just have been my clouded view from over there.” He winked at her trying to hold in a laughter.
“I have to beg you pardon my beloved… but if that would have been my intention… then you would be diggin a hole in our backyard. I do not half ass. Not now. Not ever.”
Placing a quick kiss on his cheek before chasing after the little dog. He was busy trying to catch the wind while getting lost in the fallen leaves. Erron and Elena remained standing together- both looking after her.
“You know how to pick them, don’t you?”
“What is that supposed to mean DeDraca?”
“I never thought there was a match for your crazy, but you did indeed prove me wrong. Well done.”
She shrugged her shoulders before making her exit. Now it was up to him to look at his woman and the dog. From time to time she would look over to him, smiling.
Life was all about variety and chances. Following the same footsteps that your so called heroes did would not satisfy you fully. It would always leave that one question in the back of your mind. Could I have done better? Yes.
The German Glory