Post by Easton Alexander on Oct 23, 2022 20:38:33 GMT -5
Alright… Action Wrestling, lets see what all the fuss is about.
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First impressions are the most important thing in any business, but in wrestling… I would double it. Odds are none of you know who I am and that’s fine, I’m not exactly on every list of the best wrestlers in the world, but I’m really damn good. I’ve been doing this at a high level for 6 months and I’ve challenged legends and fought for world titles, I’ve trained the next generation of wrestling prodigies… and I’m only 22 years old. I’m really excited to show a locker room full of people who I am, so allow me to formally introduce myself.
My name is Easton Alexander, I was born in a little town in Ontario, Canada. Called North Bay, I lived in Japan for a while, but I settled back down in Toronto. OCW was my home until it outgrew me so now I’m cutting my teeth wherever I can.
Downfall… Can I call you Daniel? Daniel I’m a big fan, its hard not too be. A champion in every company you’ve stepped foot in. you command a high level of respect, and I will give it you, I’m nervous. My first match here and they pit me against a former world champion, color me flattered… but I’m going to make you work for your money Daniel, I am not some green horn who doesn’t know a wristlock from a wristwatch, I’m a young and hungry Dragon, who will break you if you’re not careful. Downfall… Action Wrestling fans… this is my first impression. And this is perfect because like I said before, nobody knows me. You don’t have film to study Danny, so act like you know me please I dare you, its only going to be in my advantage and it’ll be your… Downfall!
*Easton chuckles*
I’ve been a little busy, truth is I got signed a couple weeks ago but I’ve had prior… arrangements, I tour of Canada, some legal trouble with a certain Thaddeus Duke. But I’m here now, to beat up the golden boy. Daniel I just kicked in the front door to your house, and I plan on breaking and entering… so fucking do something about it!
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October 19th , 2022.
Downtown Toronto.
“Mr. Alexander this is the house, one bedroom and two bathrooms, full kitchen installments, however this is more a two-person home. Are you sure-“
“I got it, and I’ll take it. Send me the paperwork and ill have it signed and sealed by tonight.”
Yeah… I cut her off, I don’t think I need to hear anymore, when she comes back… she’s gonna love it.
“Of course, keep an eye on your email.”
she leaves in a huff, I can’t understand why, but I don’t really care… new house, new start… and for the low price of… 9 grand a month.
Fucking Canadian housing market. I’m just glad the hunt is over.
My phone rings, it’s a call I’ve been waiting for all fucking day.
“Hello… speaking…”
Its Torture.
“Yes, sir I’m just packing my stuff, the plane leaves on Thursday… Absolutely I cant wait, Daniel is one hell of an athlete I cant wait to show him what’s up… Thank you sir… Bye.”
*Click*
“Nice place sensei…” She makes me just, I didn’t expect her so soon.
“Damn kid… ever heard of knocking?” I steady my breathing, trying to still look cool even though she scared the shit outta me.
“Scared the shit outta you Eh?”
Dammit… smart kid.
“Hey so I’m off to phoenix in the morning so you got to get to Montreal on your own, planes booked just show up and board.”
“Got it.” She nods.
I nod.
“Alright, now scram Em, this technically isn’t my house yet.” I wave my hands like she’s a raccoon and lock the door behind me.
“And Emiko?”
She turns to look at me. Perplexed by my tone of voice.
“I proud of you kid.”
She smiles and walks off to head home. Meanwhile I drive back to my apartment to grab my gear and get a good night’s rest.
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October 22nd
8:30 am.
The original breakfast house. Phoenix, Arizona.
A real American breakfast, they load up your plate at this place man its wild and right now its what the doctor ordered. Couple days away from Clash I’m starting to feel the anxiety, the only thing anybody knows about me is that I take kicks to the face well, 5 minutes… the match felt like 5 minutes… I didn’t get to show anybody what I’m really made of and that’s disappointing for somebody like me. I’m a showman, I like to give the people what they want, so I got to step up my shit-
“Excuse me… are you Easton Alexander… the wrestler?” Its weird seeing fans in a place like this, she seems like she means well, the only thing that’s giving me red flags is the Downfall shirt.
“I am. You a fan?”
“Huge, I’m in town for the show! Can I have your autograph?” She whips out a pen and pad and puts her bag in seat opposite mine. within a second of asking. A little weird but hey… wrestling fans are weird. I take it from her hands and put pen to paper.
“Do you just want my name or…” What the fuck. I looked down for a second and she’s gone, and she left her shit here. This shit always happens to me man.
Scanning the café I see no sign of her, she blends into the crowd pretty well, nothing too spectacular, I grab her bag and leave the restaurant. I walk out onto the Phoenix streets.
A tumble weed rolls by.
Not actually.
But that would have been funny.
The streets are busy was early risers getting their running around for the weekend done, and businessmen on their way to their overtime. But I spot her running into an alleyway. This is giving me some bad vibes but I’ll follow her anyway.
“Excuse me… you left your bag in the restaurant.” I call out to her, but she doesn’t respond, even though she’s staring right at me. I approach her at the end of the ally and extend the bag so she can grab it.
“Im sorry.” She speaks. I hear footsteps behind me. Played like a fiddle
“It’s alright… call the police.” I turn to face the unknowns at the street entrance to the ally, 3 shadows. One clearly larger than the others, they cut an imposing figure while blocking out the light.
“Gentlemen… if you wanted an autograph come see me on Monday, 20 bucks for an 8x10, 35 for a shirt.” One rushes ahead and meets me head on, I slip a right hand and drive a knee in to his gut and an uppercut knocks him down, but his friend comes over to top and catches me with a cheap shot. He doesn’t hit hard, but he hit the cry button for sure. I wipe now eyes just in time to parry the left hand and bring him over my shoulder and drop him into dumpster. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.
“Time to take out the-“ as the fist of the large goon plunges into cheek, I realize that taking the time to do a pun was a horrible idea, this dude has hands, I wonder if Daniel hits as hard or harder, like I watched him back in the day dude was more like a luchador, now he’s this strong style nerd. Although that is just a personal opinion. This guy hits hard, but Danny boys a trained pro… I better wrap this up, I’ve been in a couple street fights, here’s the best part… no rules.
I bring my leg up into this giants groin, the old kick kick never fails. He drops like a sack of hot rocks, just in time for the sirens of police cars to blare from the entrance to the alleyway.
“Did you kick that guy in the dick?” the girl from before, she walks behind me an ask.
“Yeah… well I mean…”
“No, its fine it’s just… I thought you were like a honor guy.”
“I am… but like, its effective right? Like he’s done.”
“I’m just saying it kinda says a lot about you… that you go right to the dick.”
“This isn’t a real match… like… I don’t normally go right to the dick.”
“You should kick downfall in the dick.”
“I’ll lose.”
“Yeah that’s the point… GO DOWNFALL.”
She ran away…. I saved her and she ran away and yelled go downfall…
Wrestling fans are weird.
~~~~
First impressions are the most important thing in any business, but in wrestling… I would double it. Odds are none of you know who I am and that’s fine, I’m not exactly on every list of the best wrestlers in the world, but I’m really damn good. I’ve been doing this at a high level for 6 months and I’ve challenged legends and fought for world titles, I’ve trained the next generation of wrestling prodigies… and I’m only 22 years old. I’m really excited to show a locker room full of people who I am, so allow me to formally introduce myself.
My name is Easton Alexander, I was born in a little town in Ontario, Canada. Called North Bay, I lived in Japan for a while, but I settled back down in Toronto. OCW was my home until it outgrew me so now I’m cutting my teeth wherever I can.
Downfall… Can I call you Daniel? Daniel I’m a big fan, its hard not too be. A champion in every company you’ve stepped foot in. you command a high level of respect, and I will give it you, I’m nervous. My first match here and they pit me against a former world champion, color me flattered… but I’m going to make you work for your money Daniel, I am not some green horn who doesn’t know a wristlock from a wristwatch, I’m a young and hungry Dragon, who will break you if you’re not careful. Downfall… Action Wrestling fans… this is my first impression. And this is perfect because like I said before, nobody knows me. You don’t have film to study Danny, so act like you know me please I dare you, its only going to be in my advantage and it’ll be your… Downfall!
*Easton chuckles*
I’ve been a little busy, truth is I got signed a couple weeks ago but I’ve had prior… arrangements, I tour of Canada, some legal trouble with a certain Thaddeus Duke. But I’m here now, to beat up the golden boy. Daniel I just kicked in the front door to your house, and I plan on breaking and entering… so fucking do something about it!
~~~~
October 19th , 2022.
Downtown Toronto.
“Mr. Alexander this is the house, one bedroom and two bathrooms, full kitchen installments, however this is more a two-person home. Are you sure-“
“I got it, and I’ll take it. Send me the paperwork and ill have it signed and sealed by tonight.”
Yeah… I cut her off, I don’t think I need to hear anymore, when she comes back… she’s gonna love it.
“Of course, keep an eye on your email.”
she leaves in a huff, I can’t understand why, but I don’t really care… new house, new start… and for the low price of… 9 grand a month.
Fucking Canadian housing market. I’m just glad the hunt is over.
My phone rings, it’s a call I’ve been waiting for all fucking day.
“Hello… speaking…”
Its Torture.
“Yes, sir I’m just packing my stuff, the plane leaves on Thursday… Absolutely I cant wait, Daniel is one hell of an athlete I cant wait to show him what’s up… Thank you sir… Bye.”
*Click*
“Nice place sensei…” She makes me just, I didn’t expect her so soon.
“Damn kid… ever heard of knocking?” I steady my breathing, trying to still look cool even though she scared the shit outta me.
“Scared the shit outta you Eh?”
Dammit… smart kid.
“Hey so I’m off to phoenix in the morning so you got to get to Montreal on your own, planes booked just show up and board.”
“Got it.” She nods.
I nod.
“Alright, now scram Em, this technically isn’t my house yet.” I wave my hands like she’s a raccoon and lock the door behind me.
“And Emiko?”
She turns to look at me. Perplexed by my tone of voice.
“I proud of you kid.”
She smiles and walks off to head home. Meanwhile I drive back to my apartment to grab my gear and get a good night’s rest.
~~~~
October 22nd
8:30 am.
The original breakfast house. Phoenix, Arizona.
A real American breakfast, they load up your plate at this place man its wild and right now its what the doctor ordered. Couple days away from Clash I’m starting to feel the anxiety, the only thing anybody knows about me is that I take kicks to the face well, 5 minutes… the match felt like 5 minutes… I didn’t get to show anybody what I’m really made of and that’s disappointing for somebody like me. I’m a showman, I like to give the people what they want, so I got to step up my shit-
“Excuse me… are you Easton Alexander… the wrestler?” Its weird seeing fans in a place like this, she seems like she means well, the only thing that’s giving me red flags is the Downfall shirt.
“I am. You a fan?”
“Huge, I’m in town for the show! Can I have your autograph?” She whips out a pen and pad and puts her bag in seat opposite mine. within a second of asking. A little weird but hey… wrestling fans are weird. I take it from her hands and put pen to paper.
“Do you just want my name or…” What the fuck. I looked down for a second and she’s gone, and she left her shit here. This shit always happens to me man.
Scanning the café I see no sign of her, she blends into the crowd pretty well, nothing too spectacular, I grab her bag and leave the restaurant. I walk out onto the Phoenix streets.
A tumble weed rolls by.
Not actually.
But that would have been funny.
The streets are busy was early risers getting their running around for the weekend done, and businessmen on their way to their overtime. But I spot her running into an alleyway. This is giving me some bad vibes but I’ll follow her anyway.
“Excuse me… you left your bag in the restaurant.” I call out to her, but she doesn’t respond, even though she’s staring right at me. I approach her at the end of the ally and extend the bag so she can grab it.
“Im sorry.” She speaks. I hear footsteps behind me. Played like a fiddle
“It’s alright… call the police.” I turn to face the unknowns at the street entrance to the ally, 3 shadows. One clearly larger than the others, they cut an imposing figure while blocking out the light.
“Gentlemen… if you wanted an autograph come see me on Monday, 20 bucks for an 8x10, 35 for a shirt.” One rushes ahead and meets me head on, I slip a right hand and drive a knee in to his gut and an uppercut knocks him down, but his friend comes over to top and catches me with a cheap shot. He doesn’t hit hard, but he hit the cry button for sure. I wipe now eyes just in time to parry the left hand and bring him over my shoulder and drop him into dumpster. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.
“Time to take out the-“ as the fist of the large goon plunges into cheek, I realize that taking the time to do a pun was a horrible idea, this dude has hands, I wonder if Daniel hits as hard or harder, like I watched him back in the day dude was more like a luchador, now he’s this strong style nerd. Although that is just a personal opinion. This guy hits hard, but Danny boys a trained pro… I better wrap this up, I’ve been in a couple street fights, here’s the best part… no rules.
I bring my leg up into this giants groin, the old kick kick never fails. He drops like a sack of hot rocks, just in time for the sirens of police cars to blare from the entrance to the alleyway.
“Did you kick that guy in the dick?” the girl from before, she walks behind me an ask.
“Yeah… well I mean…”
“No, its fine it’s just… I thought you were like a honor guy.”
“I am… but like, its effective right? Like he’s done.”
“I’m just saying it kinda says a lot about you… that you go right to the dick.”
“This isn’t a real match… like… I don’t normally go right to the dick.”
“You should kick downfall in the dick.”
“I’ll lose.”
“Yeah that’s the point… GO DOWNFALL.”
She ran away…. I saved her and she ran away and yelled go downfall…
Wrestling fans are weird.
