Post by khaos on Feb 27, 2011 16:25:50 GMT -4
Khaos’ alarm went off even before the sun had risen over the snow covered Lower Peninsula. Delores had worked the night before and was still sleeping soundly when he climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. It was nice being able to come and go as he pleased and even better being able to use the john in private. Most people think prison was horrible because it took a man’s freedom but the truth of the matter was that it was horrible because it took a man’s dignity.
He quickly shaved using the electric razor that Delores had bought for him. It was an all new experience after so many years of using cheap disposable Bics and shave cream that smelled a lot like peppermint schnapps. Once clean shaven he dressed in a faded gray sweatshirt that read Property MacArthur Generals and matching sweats. When he was in high school he hated sports, thinking of himself as more of a punk rock listening gear head. Now he looked forward to his morning run, but when you were locked in a box twenty three hours a day for six years you learn to love the yard.
The morning was dawning icy cold and several inches of snow blanketed the world in white. He stretched on the front porch smiling at the way the silver first light played off of the naked tree branches. He had nearly forgotten how beautiful the natural world while spending six years locked inside a forest of concrete and steel. He desperately wanted to forget the time he spent locked away, but the world just kept throwing it back in his face.
Three miles didn’t quite feel like enough so he turned it into four and a half, finally stopping in front of a gas station. He had missed a lot of things while in prison, but few of them more than Mountain Dew and the little white donuts that left powder sugar all over everything. He bought a bag of donuts and a two liter of dew when a cheap plastic rose damn near jumped off of the counter into his hands. Polyester would have to do for his lady until he could afford the real thing. Khaos was proof that stone cold psychopaths could have a romantic side.
Hell was a friendly town for having such a diabolic name. He enjoyed his walk home waving to people on the streets as they went about their days. This far from Detroit no one had a clue who he was or what he had done. He had been warned that his life would turn into a three ring circus when he got out, but Hell seemed to be a simple place free from all the BS. Hell might end up being his own slice of heaven.
Delores was awake when he returned home with breakfast. He stripped off his sweat soaked workout clothes and climbed back into bed giving her the party store rose as a sign of his undying affection. A solitary tear glowing gold in the early morning light falls from her chocolate brown eye and flows like a river down her china doll like cheek until coming to rest on her ample breast. It was enough to shatter the heart of even the most hardened criminal.
Khaos: What’s a matter baby?
His voice is softer than he has ever heard it before. He was completely open to this woman. The monster had risen up and exposed his vulnerable underbelly to his love.
Delores: Noting is a matter silly. This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me in a really long time. Now come here so I can thank you properly.
It was several hours before he had to meet with the man that was going to train him to be a professional wrestler. He had plenty of time for a proper thank you and possibly a nap afterwards. Maybe being an unemployed ex-con living with your girlfriend wasn’t such a bad thing.
The phone rang at a quarter to twelve waking Khaos from a dreamless sleep. He had been out for nearly four hours and it felt like he had just lain down. He had just enough time for a quick shower to get the smell of sex and his morning run off of him before his first meeting with “Glittering” Gary White. He was eager to learn the craft of professional wrestling, but he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about doing it from a guy named “Glittering” Gary. He knew a guy that called himself Glitters in the joint and he’s been passed around the showers more than all the basketballs in the yard combined. He really hopes this guy wasn’t swishy; the thought of rolling around on the mat with a gay dude just wasn’t really appealing.
Warm water hit him and washed away all his thoughts in an instant. He had forgotten how great a good long hot shower was for the soul. On the other side of the thin pressed wood door he could hear Delores arguing with her mom. It seems that the cat fight between his girl and her bitch mother was a daily occurrence. The old bitch sat in her double wide in Florida and passed judgment on Delores’ love life, hobbies, job, weight and anything else she could think up. Her calls had a way of fucking up the rest of Khaos’ day, but that wasn’t going to happen today because is less than an hour he was going to step into the ring for the very first time.
The smell of stale sweat was the first thing to greet Khaos when he entered the large cinderblock building. The heat was turned down so low he really couldn’t tell the inside from the outside except for the lack of sunlight. He walked down a narrow hallway and turned into a huge open space with a beat to hell old wrestling ring in the center of it all. A man with long luxurious golden locks was leaning against the wall impatiently waiting for something to happen. The man had muscles on top of muscles to go along with a pretty face that a lot of ladies would kill for, he reminded Khaos of Hulk Hogan circa 1977 if you stuffed the Hulkster into a trash compactor and he came out 5’5.
Khaos: You “Glittering” Gary?
He greets the stranger.
: Nah Gary is the old timer back in the office on the phone. My name is Dwayne Johansen, most people call me The Gem. You here to train?
The mini-Adonis extended his hand and Khaos shakes it apprehensively.
Khaos: Yeah a friend of mine from Detroit sent me over. Said I had a good look and thought I might be able to make some money as a wrestler.
The Gem: Ah ok you’re the boy Five Mile Lenny sent. I used to work out at Lenny’s gym when I was in Motown; also sampled from his pharmacy a time or two if you catch my drift.
Well that solved the question of whether or not the freak of nature in front of him was a gym rat or a juicer. Khaos had always heard that there was a lot of steroid use in the wrestling business and now he had proof. He just hoped that “Glittering” Gary didn’t expect him to stick any needles in his ass. He wasn’t a muscle bound freak like The Gem, but he was pretty proud of the physique he sculpted while locked up, well that and PO Bob would be really POed if he failed a drug test.
The Gem: Since you’ve been locked up I don’t think you’ll have much of a problem putting up with Gary’s crap. He is a real old school trainer so you are going to be sore as hell every morning when you wake up, but you’ll be a better wrestler for it. Oh, and don’t mention anything about his glass eye. The last guy who did got stretched six ways to Sunday and left with a broken arm.
Khaos: Thanks for the advice Dwayne. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.
The Gem: No problem man and please call me Gem. Only my mom and priest call me Dwayne. What’s you’re name kid?
Khaos: Khaos and please don’t call me kid. The last guy that did I beat upside the head with a tire iron and ran him through a tree chipper.
The Gem: Fair enough. Take care Khaos and don’t take any of Gary’s crap. His bark is a million times worse than his bite, unless you screw up and call him Popeye.
Dwayne Johansen walks out of the room and is replaced by a short old man missing an eye and several teeth. He reminds Khaos of a cross between Mick from Rocky or Popeye if the sailor ever got old. All that was missing was an anchor tattooed on his gigantic forearm.
“Glittering” Gary: So you’re the kid that Lenny sent over. He said you just got out of the joint and were good people. I’m not going to ask what the hell you did to get locked up because it’s none of my damn business. You have a good look and a nice build but I guess it’s up to me to turn you into a greasy fast tank of a wrestler.
It took everything Khaos had not to bust out laughing at the guy. The one eyed grappler had to be screwing with him. He looked like Burgess Meredith and must be talking like the character Mick to pick on him. The last thing you wanted to do was laugh and get stretched six ways to Sunday, whatever the hell that means.
The old man gave him a smile with a twinkle in his eye.
“Glittering” Gary: Eh lighten up kid life is too short to be so damn serious. You don’t think I know I look like Mick from Rocky. Hell that gives me an idea…whatdaya think about sporting some red white and blue trunks and we can call you Rocky whatever your last name is? I think it would be a hell of a gimmick for us kid. I know a company in Detroit that has a big ass guy that does a Russian gimmick; it’s a main event looking for a spot to happen.
Khaos just looks at the troll of a trainer like he just fell out of a tree.
“Glittering” Gary: Well it was just a thought. Unfortunately the older I get the fewer good ideas I have. Doctors tell me I have the early stages of diminution from all the shots to the head through the years. Not a damn thing they can do for me, can you believe that. They can give me a little blue pill that will make my pecker as hard as it got when I was twenty, but they can’t do a thing for my brain.
Ah hell never mind all of that. I’m just an old fart that has nothing better to do that bitch. Let’s get in the ring so I can teach you the basics. I have you booked on a card in Saginaw in a week and a half so you better be as good as Lenny said or I’m umped like a house cat.
Khaos and “Glittering” Gary climb inside of the ring and begin a workout that will become an everyday tradition over the next six months. Crunches, pushups, Hindu squats followed by running and taking bumps. His life became a cycle of four hours a day looking for a job, four hours getting his ass kicked by Gary and the rest of the time trying to be the best boyfriend possible to Delores. Weekends were spent crashing on the floor or couch of friends in Detroit as he tried to make a name for himself in the wrestling business and Delores spent Saturday nights proving to the world that she was in fact the Queen Roller Bitch.
Life was good.
He quickly shaved using the electric razor that Delores had bought for him. It was an all new experience after so many years of using cheap disposable Bics and shave cream that smelled a lot like peppermint schnapps. Once clean shaven he dressed in a faded gray sweatshirt that read Property MacArthur Generals and matching sweats. When he was in high school he hated sports, thinking of himself as more of a punk rock listening gear head. Now he looked forward to his morning run, but when you were locked in a box twenty three hours a day for six years you learn to love the yard.
The morning was dawning icy cold and several inches of snow blanketed the world in white. He stretched on the front porch smiling at the way the silver first light played off of the naked tree branches. He had nearly forgotten how beautiful the natural world while spending six years locked inside a forest of concrete and steel. He desperately wanted to forget the time he spent locked away, but the world just kept throwing it back in his face.
Three miles didn’t quite feel like enough so he turned it into four and a half, finally stopping in front of a gas station. He had missed a lot of things while in prison, but few of them more than Mountain Dew and the little white donuts that left powder sugar all over everything. He bought a bag of donuts and a two liter of dew when a cheap plastic rose damn near jumped off of the counter into his hands. Polyester would have to do for his lady until he could afford the real thing. Khaos was proof that stone cold psychopaths could have a romantic side.
Hell was a friendly town for having such a diabolic name. He enjoyed his walk home waving to people on the streets as they went about their days. This far from Detroit no one had a clue who he was or what he had done. He had been warned that his life would turn into a three ring circus when he got out, but Hell seemed to be a simple place free from all the BS. Hell might end up being his own slice of heaven.
Delores was awake when he returned home with breakfast. He stripped off his sweat soaked workout clothes and climbed back into bed giving her the party store rose as a sign of his undying affection. A solitary tear glowing gold in the early morning light falls from her chocolate brown eye and flows like a river down her china doll like cheek until coming to rest on her ample breast. It was enough to shatter the heart of even the most hardened criminal.
Khaos: What’s a matter baby?
His voice is softer than he has ever heard it before. He was completely open to this woman. The monster had risen up and exposed his vulnerable underbelly to his love.
Delores: Noting is a matter silly. This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me in a really long time. Now come here so I can thank you properly.
It was several hours before he had to meet with the man that was going to train him to be a professional wrestler. He had plenty of time for a proper thank you and possibly a nap afterwards. Maybe being an unemployed ex-con living with your girlfriend wasn’t such a bad thing.
The phone rang at a quarter to twelve waking Khaos from a dreamless sleep. He had been out for nearly four hours and it felt like he had just lain down. He had just enough time for a quick shower to get the smell of sex and his morning run off of him before his first meeting with “Glittering” Gary White. He was eager to learn the craft of professional wrestling, but he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about doing it from a guy named “Glittering” Gary. He knew a guy that called himself Glitters in the joint and he’s been passed around the showers more than all the basketballs in the yard combined. He really hopes this guy wasn’t swishy; the thought of rolling around on the mat with a gay dude just wasn’t really appealing.
Warm water hit him and washed away all his thoughts in an instant. He had forgotten how great a good long hot shower was for the soul. On the other side of the thin pressed wood door he could hear Delores arguing with her mom. It seems that the cat fight between his girl and her bitch mother was a daily occurrence. The old bitch sat in her double wide in Florida and passed judgment on Delores’ love life, hobbies, job, weight and anything else she could think up. Her calls had a way of fucking up the rest of Khaos’ day, but that wasn’t going to happen today because is less than an hour he was going to step into the ring for the very first time.
The smell of stale sweat was the first thing to greet Khaos when he entered the large cinderblock building. The heat was turned down so low he really couldn’t tell the inside from the outside except for the lack of sunlight. He walked down a narrow hallway and turned into a huge open space with a beat to hell old wrestling ring in the center of it all. A man with long luxurious golden locks was leaning against the wall impatiently waiting for something to happen. The man had muscles on top of muscles to go along with a pretty face that a lot of ladies would kill for, he reminded Khaos of Hulk Hogan circa 1977 if you stuffed the Hulkster into a trash compactor and he came out 5’5.
Khaos: You “Glittering” Gary?
He greets the stranger.
: Nah Gary is the old timer back in the office on the phone. My name is Dwayne Johansen, most people call me The Gem. You here to train?The mini-Adonis extended his hand and Khaos shakes it apprehensively.
Khaos: Yeah a friend of mine from Detroit sent me over. Said I had a good look and thought I might be able to make some money as a wrestler.
The Gem: Ah ok you’re the boy Five Mile Lenny sent. I used to work out at Lenny’s gym when I was in Motown; also sampled from his pharmacy a time or two if you catch my drift.
Well that solved the question of whether or not the freak of nature in front of him was a gym rat or a juicer. Khaos had always heard that there was a lot of steroid use in the wrestling business and now he had proof. He just hoped that “Glittering” Gary didn’t expect him to stick any needles in his ass. He wasn’t a muscle bound freak like The Gem, but he was pretty proud of the physique he sculpted while locked up, well that and PO Bob would be really POed if he failed a drug test.
The Gem: Since you’ve been locked up I don’t think you’ll have much of a problem putting up with Gary’s crap. He is a real old school trainer so you are going to be sore as hell every morning when you wake up, but you’ll be a better wrestler for it. Oh, and don’t mention anything about his glass eye. The last guy who did got stretched six ways to Sunday and left with a broken arm.
Khaos: Thanks for the advice Dwayne. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.
The Gem: No problem man and please call me Gem. Only my mom and priest call me Dwayne. What’s you’re name kid?
Khaos: Khaos and please don’t call me kid. The last guy that did I beat upside the head with a tire iron and ran him through a tree chipper.
The Gem: Fair enough. Take care Khaos and don’t take any of Gary’s crap. His bark is a million times worse than his bite, unless you screw up and call him Popeye.
Dwayne Johansen walks out of the room and is replaced by a short old man missing an eye and several teeth. He reminds Khaos of a cross between Mick from Rocky or Popeye if the sailor ever got old. All that was missing was an anchor tattooed on his gigantic forearm.
“Glittering” Gary: So you’re the kid that Lenny sent over. He said you just got out of the joint and were good people. I’m not going to ask what the hell you did to get locked up because it’s none of my damn business. You have a good look and a nice build but I guess it’s up to me to turn you into a greasy fast tank of a wrestler.
It took everything Khaos had not to bust out laughing at the guy. The one eyed grappler had to be screwing with him. He looked like Burgess Meredith and must be talking like the character Mick to pick on him. The last thing you wanted to do was laugh and get stretched six ways to Sunday, whatever the hell that means.
The old man gave him a smile with a twinkle in his eye.
“Glittering” Gary: Eh lighten up kid life is too short to be so damn serious. You don’t think I know I look like Mick from Rocky. Hell that gives me an idea…whatdaya think about sporting some red white and blue trunks and we can call you Rocky whatever your last name is? I think it would be a hell of a gimmick for us kid. I know a company in Detroit that has a big ass guy that does a Russian gimmick; it’s a main event looking for a spot to happen.
Khaos just looks at the troll of a trainer like he just fell out of a tree.
“Glittering” Gary: Well it was just a thought. Unfortunately the older I get the fewer good ideas I have. Doctors tell me I have the early stages of diminution from all the shots to the head through the years. Not a damn thing they can do for me, can you believe that. They can give me a little blue pill that will make my pecker as hard as it got when I was twenty, but they can’t do a thing for my brain.
Ah hell never mind all of that. I’m just an old fart that has nothing better to do that bitch. Let’s get in the ring so I can teach you the basics. I have you booked on a card in Saginaw in a week and a half so you better be as good as Lenny said or I’m umped like a house cat.
Khaos and “Glittering” Gary climb inside of the ring and begin a workout that will become an everyday tradition over the next six months. Crunches, pushups, Hindu squats followed by running and taking bumps. His life became a cycle of four hours a day looking for a job, four hours getting his ass kicked by Gary and the rest of the time trying to be the best boyfriend possible to Delores. Weekends were spent crashing on the floor or couch of friends in Detroit as he tried to make a name for himself in the wrestling business and Delores spent Saturday nights proving to the world that she was in fact the Queen Roller Bitch.
Life was good.
