Post by Crusader Ghostwood on Oct 8, 2019 1:50:31 GMT -5
“The only one who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man…”
Crisp was the easiest way to describe the early Canadian Autumn morning, sunlight was just breaking over the homes of the suburban crescent and warming the frosted over lawns that had grown white overnight, Winter was coming for sure but right now was the most perfect weather for Flynn to enjoy his morning coffee out on the porch.
-Dusty Springfield.
Crisp was the easiest way to describe the early Canadian Autumn morning, sunlight was just breaking over the homes of the suburban crescent and warming the frosted over lawns that had grown white overnight, Winter was coming for sure but right now was the most perfect weather for Flynn to enjoy his morning coffee out on the porch.
It was a bittersweet morning, while he had to drop his title the night before to a young up and comer in a small indie promotion he had toured with for years, (he also had a nice light purple shiner to show for it.) it was also the last night he would work for an outlaw mudshow like it again.
“Mornin’” Came a pretty gruff voice from behind him, Flynn looked up a bit and scooted over on the front steps to make room for ‘The Son of Sam’ Pierce Mauler, an old timer in and around the territory, a deathmatch vet on the weekends and hospital orderly during the week, and also the owner of the house Flynn and some of the others boy were staying in for the night.
“G’Morning Maul.” Flynn said. “Figures you’d be the first up considering you conked out right after your match.” He laughed and offered him a light as the bald scarred up vet searched for his to light a smoke.
“Get to be my age, going through three tables is likely to do that.” Pierce responded before he leaned in to the orange bic lighter and let out a few puffs to get his dart going. “Thought you quit?” He asked.
Flynn looked at his lighter and shrugged. “Ah, I did, but all the boys still smoke so I keep it handy just incase, I got like six in my car.”
“Nah, I mean, I heard you gave Vic your notice and that’s why you dropped the title, thought you'd quit and be gone by now...?” Pierce asked rubbing his eye then flicking the bit of sleep he had rolled out of it.
Flynn leaned back some. “Could never quit the biz… geez, after the fuss my Dad made about me even going through with training, if I quit now he’d never let me hear the end of how right he was.” He chuckled softly and sipped on his black coffee, his breath looking steamy in the cold morning air. “But I got signed to go work for Trinity Wrestlin’, I’m going down to their Supercard this weekend, got a couple other places I need to wrap up some programs with before then. HIW, CCW…”
“How’s your pop feel about you hitting it big?” Pierce cut him off.
Flynn clammed up some. “Haven’t told him… besides its not big, could be nothing ya know? Get down there, I do the job, come back with an extra five hundred bucks, you know how it goes.”
“Could tell him though, get him to talk to the big guy upstairs about it, get some good faith on your side ya know?”
Flynn shrugged and sighed a bit. “Ah, I left all that behind, wouldn’t feel right putting my hands together just to ask for something.”
“And he’d just have more to say about how it’s a big mistake most likely.” Flynn added. “Nah, I’ll tell him after I’m settled in, they really liked what I was doing up here, being the Super Face and all that… you don’t see it often anymore and if you do it’s a huge joke. He'll appreciate that I'm not being a huge dick on TV or something...”
“You are a joke man, ain’t never seen anyone shake their nemesis’ hand even after they lost their title to them.” Pierce laughed. “You take turning the other cheek to a whole other level of no selling.”
Flynn let out a laugh that had almost turned into a half sigh somewhat. “I’m hoping that kill em’ with kindness actually works.”
“Nah, you got a good head on your shoulder, showing em’ that there’s still honor among thieves, and you get yours back anyway one way or the other.” Pierce took a long drag of his smoke and then flicked the butt into the driveway.
“Honor among thieves, yeah that’s how it feels sometimes… I gotta get my morning workout in, I have a five hour drive ahead of me… wanna go for a run with me?” Flynn asked as he got up and started to stretch a little.
“Run? Fuck that dude, I’m going back to bed, Later Preacher Man.” Pierce said and went to step back inside but then turned back to Flynn. “Son of… Ah man, Son of A Preacher Man.. Son of Sam… That would’ve been a good program!” He said with a laugh. “Pitch that to them, see if you can get me a job.”
Flynn shook his head and smirked. “You beat me in a run and I’ll think about it.”
Pierce actually did mull it over and then shook his head. “Nah, wifey likes waking up when I’m still in bed… much more fun than running.”
“Alright gross.” Flynn said and took off down the road.