Post by Stace Matthews on Feb 23, 2021 9:47:43 GMT -5
On rare nights, maybe once or twice a year, Boneshaker’s Gym may be celebrated as the birthplace of champions; however, on any other day, the musclebound meatheads aspiring to such a night can be found huffing heavy amounts of weight in all sorts of methods, trading protein-shake recipes, sharing tall tales of the road, and working one of the three different rings available.
♫ “Just watch me now,” the jams were full-blast as the Phantoms dared from the speakers, “just watch me now. I got something for you, a little more for you, you won’t believe your eyes…”
With each bound from the ropes of the squared circle, all six-foot-seven, two-hundred eighty-five pounds of momma’s cubby bear bumped perfectly on beat with the song.
“Just watch me now.” ♫
The sun reflecting from the opening door brought a pin-drop silence to the gym and workouts to a grinding halt as every jaw became too heavy to pick up from the floor.
Well, every jaw except that of the gym owner, “What the Hell, Benji?”
- Hunter Benjamin - stopped in his tracks as he came off the far ropes, his eyes locked, not on the flashing brilliance of the closing door, but the silhouette standing within. The momentary blinding eventually blurred to reveal her to all of those entranced.
Mr. Boneshaker wasn’t a victim to the sun’s glare, however, and, turning to investigate the cause of his trainees’ bewilderment, he immediately recognized her.
- Stace Matthews - is one of the finest yellow roses from the Lonestar State, she is the sister-in-law to Lindsay (Matthews) Michaels as well as the PCW World Champion, Justin “Stormm” Michaels, and the widow to former PCW North American Champion, Johnny Vivacious, but more importantly, maybe, it is rumored she is recruiting for an upcoming project.
Boneshaker knew it and made it more than apparent as he left Hunter standing in awe and shifted his focus to Stace.
“If it ain’t Mrs. Lonestar, what brings such a …”
Stace had no interest in Boneshaker’s flattery, nodding with a smirk as she passed by him to approach the ring where the large, young man stood petrified.
“So, where is Buddy Winchester?” She asked, causing Hunter to bury his chin in his chest. “Don’t hang your head boy, we’ve all had to learn some the hard way.”
Hunter raised his eyes with a sigh of embarrassment, he kept the corner of his mouth bit tightly. He didn’t want to speak ill of his former manager.
“I watched that last match…”
“Where Ross all but murdered me with a chair?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “That one.”
“So,” Boneshaker intervened, “did you come down here to give my guy shit…”
“DON’T!” ...Hunter was just as shocked as the entire gym with his outburst, but stood firm against his trainer, “I mean, please, don’t speak to her like that.”
“Excuse me, pal,” Boneshaker stepped backward with his hands up, “please continue, Ma’am.”
Hunter shook his head, whatever, and returned his droopy brown puppy dog eyes to her blues, “Is there something I can do for you?”
“What are you training for?”
“Nothing,” again Hunter’s head went down as Boneshaker’s face reddened in the background, “I suppose.”
“That is a lot of work for nothing,” she commented.
“I guess so.”
“What the fu…,” Boneshaker trailed off unfinished.
“How about that Genesis title you were contending for?”
“Yeah, no thanks.”
“Look, I’ve been burned myself and for years I blamed it on Pure Class Wrestling,” she explained, “but like you, I know, it was the actions of someone else that put me in most of those situations. Someone I just followed blindly, you know?”
“Sure sounds familiar, but...”
“But nothing,” she shook her head, “are you free and clear of your obligations with Winchester?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you available to return with me to Greenville on February twenty-eighth?”
“With you?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “in your corner when you challenge for the Genesis Championship.”
“I don’t have any mon…”
“Don’t you worry about that,” she assured, “I will take care of all of that too.”
“You know,” he shrugged, “I’ve heard this before.”
“I’m sure you have,” she agreed, “but I am not Buddy Winchester ...and, at this particular event, I managed my guy to a Pure Class Wrestling title.”
Hunter didn’t say anything, he more-so agreed with a newfound hunger in his eyes.
“Well,” Boneshaker piped in with heightened enthusiasm, “we have some work to do.”
“Indeed, you are going to have to bring your absolute best against Majors,” she reached up through the ropes to shake hands with Hunter, “I will see you at Mass Destruction.”
Her handshake with Boneshaker turned into a brief hug; they have known one another for decades, her being friends with his wife Tempest. Then, she made her exit, leaving Boneshaker to get her new charge, the next PCW Genesis Champion -potentially, in shape to compete. Her only concern, Hunter’s mental game, but he is young yet. Moldable.
♫ “Just watch me now,” the jams were full-blast as the Phantoms dared from the speakers, “just watch me now. I got something for you, a little more for you, you won’t believe your eyes…”
With each bound from the ropes of the squared circle, all six-foot-seven, two-hundred eighty-five pounds of momma’s cubby bear bumped perfectly on beat with the song.
“Just watch me now.” ♫
The sun reflecting from the opening door brought a pin-drop silence to the gym and workouts to a grinding halt as every jaw became too heavy to pick up from the floor.
Well, every jaw except that of the gym owner, “What the Hell, Benji?”
- Hunter Benjamin - stopped in his tracks as he came off the far ropes, his eyes locked, not on the flashing brilliance of the closing door, but the silhouette standing within. The momentary blinding eventually blurred to reveal her to all of those entranced.
Mr. Boneshaker wasn’t a victim to the sun’s glare, however, and, turning to investigate the cause of his trainees’ bewilderment, he immediately recognized her.
- Stace Matthews - is one of the finest yellow roses from the Lonestar State, she is the sister-in-law to Lindsay (Matthews) Michaels as well as the PCW World Champion, Justin “Stormm” Michaels, and the widow to former PCW North American Champion, Johnny Vivacious, but more importantly, maybe, it is rumored she is recruiting for an upcoming project.
Boneshaker knew it and made it more than apparent as he left Hunter standing in awe and shifted his focus to Stace.
“If it ain’t Mrs. Lonestar, what brings such a …”
Stace had no interest in Boneshaker’s flattery, nodding with a smirk as she passed by him to approach the ring where the large, young man stood petrified.
“So, where is Buddy Winchester?” She asked, causing Hunter to bury his chin in his chest. “Don’t hang your head boy, we’ve all had to learn some the hard way.”
Hunter raised his eyes with a sigh of embarrassment, he kept the corner of his mouth bit tightly. He didn’t want to speak ill of his former manager.
“I watched that last match…”
“Where Ross all but murdered me with a chair?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “That one.”
“So,” Boneshaker intervened, “did you come down here to give my guy shit…”
“DON’T!” ...Hunter was just as shocked as the entire gym with his outburst, but stood firm against his trainer, “I mean, please, don’t speak to her like that.”
“Excuse me, pal,” Boneshaker stepped backward with his hands up, “please continue, Ma’am.”
Hunter shook his head, whatever, and returned his droopy brown puppy dog eyes to her blues, “Is there something I can do for you?”
“What are you training for?”
“Nothing,” again Hunter’s head went down as Boneshaker’s face reddened in the background, “I suppose.”
“That is a lot of work for nothing,” she commented.
“I guess so.”
“What the fu…,” Boneshaker trailed off unfinished.
“How about that Genesis title you were contending for?”
“Yeah, no thanks.”
“Look, I’ve been burned myself and for years I blamed it on Pure Class Wrestling,” she explained, “but like you, I know, it was the actions of someone else that put me in most of those situations. Someone I just followed blindly, you know?”
“Sure sounds familiar, but...”
“But nothing,” she shook her head, “are you free and clear of your obligations with Winchester?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you available to return with me to Greenville on February twenty-eighth?”
“With you?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “in your corner when you challenge for the Genesis Championship.”
“I don’t have any mon…”
“Don’t you worry about that,” she assured, “I will take care of all of that too.”
“You know,” he shrugged, “I’ve heard this before.”
“I’m sure you have,” she agreed, “but I am not Buddy Winchester ...and, at this particular event, I managed my guy to a Pure Class Wrestling title.”
Hunter didn’t say anything, he more-so agreed with a newfound hunger in his eyes.
“Well,” Boneshaker piped in with heightened enthusiasm, “we have some work to do.”
“Indeed, you are going to have to bring your absolute best against Majors,” she reached up through the ropes to shake hands with Hunter, “I will see you at Mass Destruction.”
Her handshake with Boneshaker turned into a brief hug; they have known one another for decades, her being friends with his wife Tempest. Then, she made her exit, leaving Boneshaker to get her new charge, the next PCW Genesis Champion -potentially, in shape to compete. Her only concern, Hunter’s mental game, but he is young yet. Moldable.