Post by ajknight on Aug 21, 2019 2:56:44 GMT
Go back there! Help him. You've seen it before AJ.
He looked back from the ramp, and there in the ring was his tag partner, his travel companion, and dare he say it? His friend Billy Danielson, alone in the ring at the mercy of Justin Seville, a man notoriously without mercy. His cheek still smarted from the right hand that Billy had given him shortly before.
Behind him on the ramp was Chris Constantine, urging him to leave Billy to his fate as Justin prepared to Piledrive him to the mat.
And AJ walked away.
Moments later AJ found himself staring into a bathroom mirror
I hope you're proud of yourself. You did it! You're no better than Matt Pulver! And you wonder why all of your friendships fall apart!
"Hey that's on them! Can I control the fact that they have no sense of loyalty? They're the ones turning their backs on me!"
It's getting harder to believe that isn't it AJ? Especially when they all end that way.
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AJ had spent a lot of time talking to mirrors since the fall. Friends were few and far between for him since then, and the few he did have he was unsure if he could trust anymore. He'd gotten burned too many times that way before.
Things had cooled off between he, Billy, and Chris. Even so, AJ was unsure of how long that would last. Ever since Pulver turned his back on him last year, he found himself paranoid as if the betrayal was less a matter of 'if' and more of 'when'. It only got worse once Crenshaw stuck the knife in his back.
In "La Academia de Pollo de Lucha Libre" AJ thought he was by himself, but behind him he could hear someone struggling on the heavy bag.
The man was skinny, a few inches shorter than AJ was. The forearm strikes were pitiful. Probably good, if he threw punches the way he was throwing those forearms, he'd break his wrists. AJ stepped forward.
"Throw with your body, not your arm. Watch."
Pushing off from his legs AJ sent the bag backwards, as his forearm rang true.
"Like this?"
The strike was better, not particularly good, but certainly an improvement.
"Better, you're moving your feet too much when you throw." AJ soon realized he wasn't even looking at the guy, he soon turned, and his eyes met Jeremy Squire.
It was weird to think it, but as long as he'd technically known Jeremy, this was one of the first conversations they'd actually had, beyond the sparring session where he discovered the Morning Star. He felt an odd kinship with him.
A guy with potential, a guy who just needed some help to discover it. The guy only had one win, but AJ could see the pieces there.
Even more so however he saw himself in Jeremy's struggles with his friends. He'd only ever had one; Jimmy Winner, who left him high and dry once he'd gotten the opportunity to train with Black Lion's Road. He works as hard as Jimmy Winner ever did...
Maybe he just needs a chance...
"Hey, uh Jeremy... Why don't you walk with me? I got something to run by you."
He looked back from the ramp, and there in the ring was his tag partner, his travel companion, and dare he say it? His friend Billy Danielson, alone in the ring at the mercy of Justin Seville, a man notoriously without mercy. His cheek still smarted from the right hand that Billy had given him shortly before.
Behind him on the ramp was Chris Constantine, urging him to leave Billy to his fate as Justin prepared to Piledrive him to the mat.
And AJ walked away.
Moments later AJ found himself staring into a bathroom mirror
I hope you're proud of yourself. You did it! You're no better than Matt Pulver! And you wonder why all of your friendships fall apart!
"Hey that's on them! Can I control the fact that they have no sense of loyalty? They're the ones turning their backs on me!"
It's getting harder to believe that isn't it AJ? Especially when they all end that way.
#########
AJ had spent a lot of time talking to mirrors since the fall. Friends were few and far between for him since then, and the few he did have he was unsure if he could trust anymore. He'd gotten burned too many times that way before.
Things had cooled off between he, Billy, and Chris. Even so, AJ was unsure of how long that would last. Ever since Pulver turned his back on him last year, he found himself paranoid as if the betrayal was less a matter of 'if' and more of 'when'. It only got worse once Crenshaw stuck the knife in his back.
In "La Academia de Pollo de Lucha Libre" AJ thought he was by himself, but behind him he could hear someone struggling on the heavy bag.
The man was skinny, a few inches shorter than AJ was. The forearm strikes were pitiful. Probably good, if he threw punches the way he was throwing those forearms, he'd break his wrists. AJ stepped forward.
"Throw with your body, not your arm. Watch."
Pushing off from his legs AJ sent the bag backwards, as his forearm rang true.
"Like this?"
The strike was better, not particularly good, but certainly an improvement.
"Better, you're moving your feet too much when you throw." AJ soon realized he wasn't even looking at the guy, he soon turned, and his eyes met Jeremy Squire.
It was weird to think it, but as long as he'd technically known Jeremy, this was one of the first conversations they'd actually had, beyond the sparring session where he discovered the Morning Star. He felt an odd kinship with him.
A guy with potential, a guy who just needed some help to discover it. The guy only had one win, but AJ could see the pieces there.
Even more so however he saw himself in Jeremy's struggles with his friends. He'd only ever had one; Jimmy Winner, who left him high and dry once he'd gotten the opportunity to train with Black Lion's Road. He works as hard as Jimmy Winner ever did...
Maybe he just needs a chance...
"Hey, uh Jeremy... Why don't you walk with me? I got something to run by you."