Post by Bryce Albright on Oct 29, 2018 18:21:59 GMT
Bryce sits up from a laid back position on a bench press machine. His faces is drenched in sweat and his mouth is agape sucking in deep, hard breaths. His hand reaches toward the floor where a water bottle lays, however, before he can grab it a figure blocks the camera.
Slap
"Your rest is up, give me another fifteen reps," an older voice barks harshly.
"I need some water," Bryce responds weakly, his breathing still extremely heavy.
The man grabs the water bottle of the floor and chucks it across the room. At this point we finally have a glimpse of who this man training Bryce the past few week is; his father, his manager, former-CIS Under 100 KG Champion in amateur wrestling, Wilfred Albright. "You will get water when I tell you to! You will rest when I tell you to! You will give me fifteen reps right now or we run suicides with fifty kg weights strapped to you!"
Bryce sighs and falls back hard against the bench. His arms weakly reach up and grab the bar with roughly 300 pounds of weight on the ends. As Bryce lifts the bar for his first repetition Wilfred snaps around to look at the camera.
"New Blood Wrestling." A soft smile stretches across his face, though his eyes betray his disgust in his client. "What you saw Night of the Yokai was nothing short of an embarrassment. Bryce here was defeated by a talentless hack," Wilfred cranks his neck toward his client. "Which means only one thing, Bryce too must be a talentless hack..." Wilfred looks back to the camera. "...or rather, he has forgotten just who the hell he is. I am the man that raised Bryce. I am the one that trained him. I am the one that made him the Absolute Champion of Wrestling. It seems, however, he has forgotten everything I have taught him." Again, he looks back at Bryce. "He has forgotten the price for failure." Wilfred turns back to the camera as Bryce weezes from the pain and exhaustion.
"This week, I will change his course here in New Blood Wrestling. It seems like the World Champion needs an opponent, and it looks like Killer Kai has been suspended. What a shame his absence will be." Wilfred says sarcastically. "This week, Bryce will begin his swift ascent back up the ranks of New Blood by taking Bolt out at Monday, Blood Monday. While Bolt has been radio silent since joining NBW his reputation proceeds him. He is an eight-teen year ring veteran with a black belt in Karate, Taekwondo, BJJ, and Muay Thai. Quite a lengthy list, especially for a thirty-one-year-old. Looks like Bryce will have his work cut out for him."
"f-f-fifteen." Bryce bearly manages to cry out as he drops the bar on the rests.
"You know what, though Bryce?" Wilfred says without breaking his eyesight with the camera. In a swift motion Wilfred spins and in one step stands beside an exhausted Bryce Albright. "He is not that good. He certainly is not better than you, at the very least. And when the clock strikes nine, you will not only beat him, you will make him tap to the Number-One Bitch-Maker! You will separate his shoulder as he cries out for mercy because that is the fighting spirit I have instilled in you!"
Bryce reaches down to the side of the machine, his hand desperately searching for a water bottle.
"Bryce," Wilfred's voice becomes strangely calm and passive, the diametric opposite of his behaviour thus far. "Forget about the New Blood Championship. Tay-see-ah had your number one time, but she still has done nothing in this business. We are not going to take the same path as her. We aren't going to complain that we were screwed like she did. We aren't going to call our opponent stupid, we aren't going to make outrageous statements that completely contradict what our opponent says. More importantly, unlike her, we are not going to wait around for our opponent to make the first move. I taught you to make the first strike and to never let that advantage leave your side."
Slap
"Now go shower and rest a while for tonight. You are going to kill'em tonight, kid." Wilfred pulls a water bottle from off-camera and hands it to Bryce. "Tonight starts our hunt for the World Title. We are not looking backward, kid."
With that, Wilfred gets up and walks away leaving an exhausted Bryce Albright laying on the bench desperately sucking back water.
END
Slap
"Your rest is up, give me another fifteen reps," an older voice barks harshly.
"I need some water," Bryce responds weakly, his breathing still extremely heavy.
The man grabs the water bottle of the floor and chucks it across the room. At this point we finally have a glimpse of who this man training Bryce the past few week is; his father, his manager, former-CIS Under 100 KG Champion in amateur wrestling, Wilfred Albright. "You will get water when I tell you to! You will rest when I tell you to! You will give me fifteen reps right now or we run suicides with fifty kg weights strapped to you!"
Bryce sighs and falls back hard against the bench. His arms weakly reach up and grab the bar with roughly 300 pounds of weight on the ends. As Bryce lifts the bar for his first repetition Wilfred snaps around to look at the camera.
"New Blood Wrestling." A soft smile stretches across his face, though his eyes betray his disgust in his client. "What you saw Night of the Yokai was nothing short of an embarrassment. Bryce here was defeated by a talentless hack," Wilfred cranks his neck toward his client. "Which means only one thing, Bryce too must be a talentless hack..." Wilfred looks back to the camera. "...or rather, he has forgotten just who the hell he is. I am the man that raised Bryce. I am the one that trained him. I am the one that made him the Absolute Champion of Wrestling. It seems, however, he has forgotten everything I have taught him." Again, he looks back at Bryce. "He has forgotten the price for failure." Wilfred turns back to the camera as Bryce weezes from the pain and exhaustion.
"This week, I will change his course here in New Blood Wrestling. It seems like the World Champion needs an opponent, and it looks like Killer Kai has been suspended. What a shame his absence will be." Wilfred says sarcastically. "This week, Bryce will begin his swift ascent back up the ranks of New Blood by taking Bolt out at Monday, Blood Monday. While Bolt has been radio silent since joining NBW his reputation proceeds him. He is an eight-teen year ring veteran with a black belt in Karate, Taekwondo, BJJ, and Muay Thai. Quite a lengthy list, especially for a thirty-one-year-old. Looks like Bryce will have his work cut out for him."
"f-f-fifteen." Bryce bearly manages to cry out as he drops the bar on the rests.
"You know what, though Bryce?" Wilfred says without breaking his eyesight with the camera. In a swift motion Wilfred spins and in one step stands beside an exhausted Bryce Albright. "He is not that good. He certainly is not better than you, at the very least. And when the clock strikes nine, you will not only beat him, you will make him tap to the Number-One Bitch-Maker! You will separate his shoulder as he cries out for mercy because that is the fighting spirit I have instilled in you!"
Bryce reaches down to the side of the machine, his hand desperately searching for a water bottle.
"Bryce," Wilfred's voice becomes strangely calm and passive, the diametric opposite of his behaviour thus far. "Forget about the New Blood Championship. Tay-see-ah had your number one time, but she still has done nothing in this business. We are not going to take the same path as her. We aren't going to complain that we were screwed like she did. We aren't going to call our opponent stupid, we aren't going to make outrageous statements that completely contradict what our opponent says. More importantly, unlike her, we are not going to wait around for our opponent to make the first move. I taught you to make the first strike and to never let that advantage leave your side."
Slap
"Now go shower and rest a while for tonight. You are going to kill'em tonight, kid." Wilfred pulls a water bottle from off-camera and hands it to Bryce. "Tonight starts our hunt for the World Title. We are not looking backward, kid."
With that, Wilfred gets up and walks away leaving an exhausted Bryce Albright laying on the bench desperately sucking back water.
END