Post by dsjames on Sept 29, 2015 13:25:31 GMT -5
Building Blocks
Stroker’s Ice House - Dallas, Texas
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The air cooled screaming eagle engine rumbled beneath him as he pulled into the parking lot of Strokers Ice House. He rolled to a stop next to an older model Sportster that belonged to his friend “Tiny”. Like most men who acquired the nickname, Michael was anything but “Tiny”, standing six foot seven and weighing over three hundred pounds made him a mountain to say the least. He kicks the kickstand down as he shuts the engine down and gently leans the bike to the left allowing the weight of the fatboy rest on the stand. He pulls off the helmet and rests it on the handlebars allowing the warm September sun to reflect the silver dragons that decorate it. He looks up from the gleaming metallic surface as he hears someone call his name.
“Danno!”
Like most of his peers, Doug didn’t enter the ring under his own name but a stage name of sorts. His real name of course was Daniel Barrow. He looked up at “Tiny” and smiled a broad toothy grin at his friend.
Tiny : Well?
Tiny was one of his many friends that had been pulling for him to get a contract with a wrestling company for a while now. He had taken some significant time away from the business when the last company he had worked for had closed it’s doors. He had been in the business off and on since the age of 14 and was really looking forward to this opportunity with N.A.W. He had lived in the shadow of his fathers legacy for so long that he was anxious to start building one of his own. He pulls something out of the inside pocket of the jacket he wears and hands it to Tiny. The big man starts flipping through pages and finally finds what he’s looking for. A low and slow whistle escapes his lips, just as his eyebrows arch….
Tiny : Holy crap kid, that’s a really nice “Rookie” contract. Hell maybe I should start training again.
They share a look, both of them knowing that was not possible. A freak accident had ended Tiny’s career in Japan, a three man powerbomb, and right at the height of Tiny’s popularity and a run that would have ended with a championship shot. To look at Tiny you wouldn’t think that he was a successful web developer, his looks definitely hid a brilliant mind.
“over my dead body!”
I laugh as his wife Miranda approaches and snatches the contract out of his hand, she looks down at the numbers and smiles.
Miranda : Good work kid.
I smile at his wife and give her a little wink.
Douglas Steven James : No worries Randie, I wouldn’t dream of dragging him off again.
Miranda : You damn sure better not try.
That would be her only retort and her only warning to the both of us, and I intended to heed that warning and she knew it. I wasn’t scared of her and she knew that too, but I valued the friendship, they had been there for me through thick and thin and there is no way I would jeopardize that, not for anything. They were like family to me and that was that.
Douglas Steven James : Abbey working tonight?
/Scene Ends\