Post by Crusader Ghostwood on Oct 16, 2019 22:30:21 GMT -5
-Not long after Bad Moon Rising went off the air-
“Those women are still fighting.”
Catering was being closed up for the night, but one man still hung around some, holding onto a plate of mixed veggies and some rolled meat cuts.
“Am I gonna have to do that?” He asked to no one in particular. “Might be too cold these days to wrestle outside…”
“Flynn! Rides ready.” came another voice and the man turned revealing he was indeed the Flynn Ghostwood that was being called. He scarfed down some of the food he had on his plate and set the rest down before grabbing his bag.
“So where are we headed?” Flynn asked when he reached his driver. “I never really got an itinerary, they just said show up here…I mean I assume we got a house show or something tomorrow?”
The Driver shrugged. “Uh… No sir, you’re headed to the airport… as far as I know you’re headed back home for now.”
Flynn sort of deflated a little. “Oh… am I on the card for next week though?”
The Driver looked at him, sort of like he was looking at someone with two heads. “You tell me man, I only work here.”
The trip to the airport was quiet, Flynn was a little disappointed, not even really getting a chance to see any of New York. They had already left Manhattan and were well into Brooklyn and Long Island. “Well this is kind of a downer.” He said, again to no one in particular. “I guess you don’t really get to see much of the city you’re in either huh?” He added to the Driver.
“Oh no way, I actually get to see lots, I mean, my day starts early but there’s lots of downtime… I got to go to DisneyLand last year.”
Flynn had never been to DisneyLand.
They had reached JFK, Flynn got his bags out and checked in for his flight, a red eye back to Toronto, ‘oh fun’ Flynn muttered sarcastically.
The fun didn’t stop there however, as when Flynn got into the Terminal, he’d found out his flight would be delayed at least two hours. “Atleast you have time for drinks in the airport bar.” Said one of the gate workers, trying to pass it off as a joke even though they'd probably used the same joke to about fifty other passengers that day.
Flynn didn't laugh because Flynn didn’t drink.
He still took his seat at the airport bar however.
“What can I get ya?” The Bartender asked.
“Uh… just a water for now…” Flynn said and pulled out his phone.
“Water? What? It’s not like you have to drive anywhere do ya?” He laughed.
Flynn looked up from his phone. “Uh, haha well maybe I’ll be flying the Plane…” he retorted, the Bartender just sort of laughed and handed him his water, after a few minutes a replay of the Trinity Wrestling’s super card started on one of the TVs, Flynn was excited to see the finished product of the promo he cut during the show, even if no one else in the bar was watching.
It certainly made the rest of the layover go by that much quicker, and before he knew it, he was being called to board, his ticket read first class priority boarding, no big deal, and soon he was seated and completely conked out before the plane had even taken off.
This would be his travel schedule from now on.
-One hour and forty nine minutes later-
While he wasn’t expecting a heroes welcome, he was also a bit disappointed no one he knew was waiting for him. (He made a note to make sure he’d tell someone he’d be arriving next time.)
It took him a while to get his things in order and go through customs back into his home country, and finally, he was on his way home.
This was going to be his life from now on.
-Later that afternoon-
Flynn started his day, after getting a few more hours sleep at home, like he normally did. Black Coffee, a piece of toast and peanut butter, and a bit of Rush (turned down so he wouldn’t rock the rest of his apartment.) He sat out on the patio and checked his phone while he polished off his meager breakfast.
It seemed that people had found his social medias, 50 new friend requests on Facebook, 150 new notifications on twitter, and 50 new followers on Instagram. He was a bit worried he might upset some people if he didn’t check all of them, but he also realized, this would be his social media from now on too.
“Can’t worry ‘bout that…” He said and set his phone aside. “Shit, haven’t worked out in like two days…” He added, again to himself after a moment of silence. He picked up his phone to make a note of that, noticing a new notification to his email now. He checked it, thinking it was probably spam, but instead saw that it was the card for next week’s Sin, he skimmed it for his name and sure enough, there it was, right in the middle.
“Oh hell yes, that’s great!” He said as he nearly leapt out of his chair. “Jock “The Cock”... Wait a sec, I know this guy…”
It wasn’t someone he’d faced before, but Jock “The Cock” Wilson, his opponent for this week, was someone who’d made his name around Toronto, he was a bit of a jobber till he started a bit of sleazy gimmick and took off. “Right right… I was in Vancouver when all of this was going on…” Flynn said with a laugh. “Damn, funny how all that works out…”
Then his phone rang in his hand, he didn’t even check the number before he answered. “Ahoy hoy!” He said.
“Flynn! I just saw you’re on next week’s show!” Came a female voice, one of his old indie buddies, a valet he worked with a while ago. “Can’t believe you’re working Jock.” She laughed.
“Right? I was just thinking how funny that worked out… The Canadians are taking over, but only one’s gotta win right?” Flynn said as he leaned back in his chair.
The conversation went back and forth for a bit, but it was mostly reminiscing about ‘the good ol’ days’ and it was something Flynn needed for sure, it made putting up with the disappointments earlier feel like nothing, and now instead of worrying about what is life would be like now, he could think about what his next week will be like, and that's the kind of pressure he worked best under.
This would be the pressure felt from now on.
-Later that evening-
Flynn’s sleep schedule was all out of whack thanks to the red-eye so he found himself wandering the streets of Toronto well after the sun went down, he loved how quiet his neighborhood got, and the cool air helped relax him.
He’d spent most of the night looking over some old Jock Wilson footage and he figured it was time to address the match himself, of course, the only way he knew how to do it was low budget and indie, the way he was taught.
With an iPhone in hand he held the camera up just above his eyes and started rolling.
“Hey TW fans, it’s Trinity Wrestlings newest acquisition here… Flynn Ghostwood, The Crusader, god it’s been a while since I’ve actually done one of these so forgive me if I sound just a little awkward, It’s ah… Wednesday night here in Toronto, It's definitely been a crazy 48 hours, and I wasn't even sure where I would be this morning... but now I know, I got my homework for the next six days here and that’s studying my opponent for SIN… Jock “The Cock” Wilson… Feel like I gotta be careful just saying “The Cock”, I mean Youtube might be more forgiving but live television… woof, not sure how he got a way with that for so long...but I guess the world loves a bit of sleaze and excitement in their life so they let it slide…”
Flynn laughed.
“I can tell ya, my life isn’t all that exciting, nah as a professional wrestler, and a rather unknown one at that… I would say my life hasn’t changed all that much just yet… I'm still waiting for my flights, go through customs, get the pat down, take taxis, and share apartment buildings with people who remember when the other Trudeau was in power, but that’s what I like about my life… it has it’s disappointments, it has its bummer times… but it has its good times too… getting to watch your future opponents battle into the streets of New York, talking to your old friends about past opponents, and getting to see all the new and exciting things I wouldn't have been able to see if I hadn’t signed with Trinity Wrestling… Good and Bad, half and half… See that kind of stuff is only personally exciting, The kind of exciting life I lead is one a very very boring person would find fun...”
He shrugged a bit and sighed.
“How will I live up and overcome the Sleaze and Excitement that Jock “The Cock” Wilson brings to Tuesday Night SIN? Well I guess for one is I’ll actually be there… body, and mind… No shade against you Jock, but… I didn’t see you at Bad Moon Rising… In fact, when I look back and see you on SIN it’s like you’re not even there either… it’s almost like the Sleaze and Excitement that you made your name on, was spark of smart but didn’t exactly catch on did it…”
Flynn shook his head some.
“There’s skill there, can’t deny that, you wouldn’t have a name up in Canada… especially in Toronto, Canada… if you didn’t have any skill to back it up, and I can’t wait to see what you have, what made that name… but I don’t want to see The Jock who’s been phoning it in the last few weeks, I want The Jock who’s actually going to push me to the limit in my first match at Trinity Wrestling and show me what the competition is truly like.”
Flynn stopped staring right into the camera now.
“It’s going to be a long six days of combing through all the work of yours I can find, Jock The Cock… I hope you’ll do the same, because I won’t accept anything but the best on the first night of my Crusade… because I might lead a pretty boring life… but make no mistake… I’m still a fighter, and I’m still The Crusader... and Tuesday Night Sin..."
Flynn smirked.
“Tuesday Night Sin... will be where I crusade from now on..."