Post by James Edwards on Feb 21, 2017 5:23:38 GMT
The hard blowing, frigid wind that seemed to billow across Southern Ontario every time he crossed the border. It never changed, unlike him. He had too if he wanted to survive what was coming way in a few weeks time.
“This ain’t easy for me, askin’ for help. Especially since everything went ice cold between you and me. Here’s the deal, I’m beat up as fuck and my schedule ain’t gonna give a bit of time to heal up. Gettin’ drilled by Reigner in England killed my confidence in the way I fight.
I can’t beat Black the way I am now. Cutlass is gonna’ murder if I don’t shore up sometime soon.
I need somethin’ better. Counters, takedowns, surprise pins. The crafty shit that I suck at. The stuff I know you can do in your sleep. You teach it your students. I’ve heard good things about your current crop too.
Things is, I don’t want this to be a temporary fix. I wanna get to the next level. To do that, I need teach me, will you?”
The stern face across from him didn’t give any indication to which its owner was leaning. Then they shook their head, reached into a pocket on their jacket, and pull out a card. They pressed it hard into his hand, and through the pale orange glow of the electric lamp the two stood under he made out a name.
Squires Wrestling Academy.
“This ain’t easy for me, askin’ for help. Especially since everything went ice cold between you and me. Here’s the deal, I’m beat up as fuck and my schedule ain’t gonna give a bit of time to heal up. Gettin’ drilled by Reigner in England killed my confidence in the way I fight.
I can’t beat Black the way I am now. Cutlass is gonna’ murder if I don’t shore up sometime soon.
I need somethin’ better. Counters, takedowns, surprise pins. The crafty shit that I suck at. The stuff I know you can do in your sleep. You teach it your students. I’ve heard good things about your current crop too.
Things is, I don’t want this to be a temporary fix. I wanna get to the next level. To do that, I need teach me, will you?”
The stern face across from him didn’t give any indication to which its owner was leaning. Then they shook their head, reached into a pocket on their jacket, and pull out a card. They pressed it hard into his hand, and through the pale orange glow of the electric lamp the two stood under he made out a name.
Squires Wrestling Academy.
