America, Here I Come (Pt. 2)

[Tommy Knox]

***First roleplay ends with fading into this past scene.***

Monday 9:56 PM [August 8th, 2011]
Mexico City, Mexico

“You did it Tommy! You have climbed to the top of the circuit.” His trainer said as he held himself up on the ropes behind him. Blood trickled down the right side of his face as the cut on his eye poured. With a smile on his face he looks over at his trainer with a questioning look across his face. “So, now what are we goin’ to do?” Knoxville says as the two begin to laugh together.

An unknown man enters the ring from the outside and joins the celebration as the ref places the championship belt around Tommy’s waist. He slowly walks closer to the action as him and the trainer shake hands. Looking over at Tommy he draws his attention in sole on him and him alone. Leaning in with a hand shake he says something that catches Tommy’s attention.

“I heard from a good source of mine that your charges in the states have been dismissed. Actually, they’ve been cleared for about three days now. Rodrigo and myself knew this whole time but felt it was in your best interest if you didn’t know until after this match tonight.”

Knoxville looks confused for a moment as he looks back and forth between the unknown man and his trainer, Rodrigo. “So you mean to tell me that my name has been clear for three days now and you guys just now decide it is a good time to tell me? What the fuck?!” Shaking his trainers hand off his shoulder he separates himself from the two and takes a moment to look down at the gold wrapped around his waist.

“We needed you to focus on the match at hand Tommy.” His trainer says in a soft tone.

Tommy looks back at him in the eyes and replies, “And what about my life in the states?”

“That’s why we needed three days. Not only to get passed this match tonight but to call in a few favors.” The unknown man interrupts.

“What do you mean?” Knoxville questions.

Rodrigo walks face to face with Knoxville and looks his dead in the eye. “We got you a gig with APW.”

Knoxville looks stunned as he nods his head and a smile comes to his face. “So, you managed to get APW to give me another shot under their promotion? I always felt that I left that place too early. But then again my career has been a little bumpy as of late.”

“It wasn’t easy Tommy, especially with all your recent bad media.” The stranger says with a slight attitude. “I told you from the day that Rodrigo first introduced you to me. I will see what I can do to get you another shot in the big leagues up north. Rodrigo knows talent when he sees it and when he came to me about you… I made a promise to get you out of his hair and out of our lovely country.”

Knoxville looks over at Rodrigo as he wipes the pouring blood from the side of his face. Drops splash across the mat as Knoxville asks, “So, who’s the unlucky jackass to get thrown in the ring with me? I’ve already made a small impact my first go ‘round.

The unknown figure reaches into his jacket and pulls out an envelope. “Take this. It’s enough travel money to get you set up and ready to fly out Saturday evening. You’re match is Sunday night in Nashville, Tennessee.”

Knoxville grabs the envelope and looks inside only to be surprised by the amount of American currency with his name written all over it. He counts for a moment and then looks back up at the suit. “Who am I getting into the ring with?”

“Johnny Brown” the suit says as he looks over at Rodrigo.

“Johnny Brown? Should I recognize the name? I’ve never heard of the dude.” Knoxville replies as Rodrigo steps in just a little closer.

“The Demon will also be challenging in this three way matchup. Apparently, you two have a past.” Rodrigo says.

Knoxville’s heart skips a beat as he stumbles back and tries to regain his strength as he hangs on to the ropes behind him. “Ted… could it be?”

“It appears that this character has taken favor in your little friend, Jason Kash, as well.”

“If this is the same guy I’m thinkin’ about, APW has no idea what’s about to go down.” Knoxville says as he holds a towel up to the wound above his eye as the blood pours and the scene fades to black.

America, Here I Come
End