Post by Loki on Sept 13, 2014 18:45:42 GMT -5
It was well after midnight when Brandon came slinking home. Most men sneak into their own houses because they’ve been out carousing, cavorting with women they had no business with. How many, he wondered, came skulking in because they’d been training a seventeen year old girl how to throw someone twice her size across a wrestling ring? Come to think of it, that didn’t sound much better.
Brandon gently shut the door, careful not to make any noise. He hadn’t meant for their latest training session to go as long as it had, but watching Melissa make the great strides that she had, Brandon was loathe to stop her progress. And so their sessions had started getting longer and longer.
Brandon was trying to sneak up the stairs of the apartment when a light clicked on behind him. He winced slightly, he’d hoped to avoid waking Whisper up, “I didn’t think you’d still be awake, Whisp,” he smiled as he turned towards her.
“Clearly,” She snapped, coldly.
“Look,” Brandon said calmly, “I’m sorry I’m late and I’m sorry I didn’t call. We just got so wrapped up in training that we didn’t even realize what time it was. I promise to call from now on if it’s going to be a late night.”
Brandon watched his wife’s face. He hoped that his apology and promise would head off the fight before it began.
“I know you don’t approve of me working with Melissa. But this has been good for me, better than any therapy. Why can’t you understand that, Barbara?” he pleaded
“I understand a lot better than you seem to think I do, Brandon,” she was so quiet Brandon had to strain to hear, “I get it, I really do. I wouldn’t have wanted it for her, but I have no doubt that eventually Angie would have wanted to follow us into the business. And I know that you would have been a great teacher for her”
“Then why are you-“Brandon started.
Whisper cut him off, “Why am I upset? Because you’re putting everything you have into training this girl at the expense of your own career. Have you even started to prepare for your match? You know the one you have tomorrow?”
Brandon was taken aback, “That’s what this is about? You don’t think I’m taking Return to Glory seriously?”
“No, Brandon,” she spat, “I don’t think you are. I think you’re so busy with your head in the clouds that you haven’t given a second thought to what’s right in front of you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re honestly ready for Stormm, Murdoc, and whatever else PCW throws at you?”
“I’m ready,” Brandon said defiantly.
“Are you really? Are you ready for Stormm to pull something underhanded like he always seems to do? How do you know that he won’t just simply buy this title belt like he did the last time you won one?” she said viciously.
Brandon smiled slightly at the memory. It wasn’t a happy one by any means, but he had to hand it to Justin Michaels, buying the rights to the title belt instead of actually winning it had been an inspired bit of chicanery.
“Are you ready for Eira to run to Murdoc’s aid when it looks like you’re about to win,” Whisper continued, “Or how do you intend to defend yourself when he decides to ignite your face with another fireball?
Maybe she was right, Brandon decided. He had been giving most of his attention to Melissa, it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea to prepare a little better.
“You’re right,” Brandon agreed, “I should have prepared better for this, at the very least for Murdoc. Michaels is predictable in so far as he’ll always do what’s best for Michaels. It’s one of his greatest strengths and simultaneously one of his biggest weaknesses. Murdoc on the other hand,” he trailed off.
How to put it into words? Michaels entire thing was storms and nature, but Murdoc, he was the real force of nature in PCW. Unpredictable, unstable, and dangerous; if there was another trio of words that better described Murdoc then Brandon didn’t know what they were.
“There’s no way to prepare for Murdoc. We both know this, Whisper. Any match with him is a fight for survival, no matter what’s on the line. I don’t trust Stormm, but I know that Stormm doesn’t trust Murdoc. Maybe I can use that, like I said, he’ll do what’s best for Justin Michaels.”
“And if he decides it’s a better investment to side with Murdoc?” Whisper asked.
“I pray it doesn’t happen and if it does I do my damndest to hold my own. Any semblance of team work between those two won’t last, I just have to wait and pick my moment,” Brandon shrugged.
“So what happens when they decide to rehash what happened the last time you competed at this event?”
Brandon’s head started to ache at the memory of a chair crashing into his unprotected head multiple time, “Then I try to survive.”
Brandon gently shut the door, careful not to make any noise. He hadn’t meant for their latest training session to go as long as it had, but watching Melissa make the great strides that she had, Brandon was loathe to stop her progress. And so their sessions had started getting longer and longer.
Brandon was trying to sneak up the stairs of the apartment when a light clicked on behind him. He winced slightly, he’d hoped to avoid waking Whisper up, “I didn’t think you’d still be awake, Whisp,” he smiled as he turned towards her.
“Clearly,” She snapped, coldly.
“Look,” Brandon said calmly, “I’m sorry I’m late and I’m sorry I didn’t call. We just got so wrapped up in training that we didn’t even realize what time it was. I promise to call from now on if it’s going to be a late night.”
Brandon watched his wife’s face. He hoped that his apology and promise would head off the fight before it began.
“I know you don’t approve of me working with Melissa. But this has been good for me, better than any therapy. Why can’t you understand that, Barbara?” he pleaded
“I understand a lot better than you seem to think I do, Brandon,” she was so quiet Brandon had to strain to hear, “I get it, I really do. I wouldn’t have wanted it for her, but I have no doubt that eventually Angie would have wanted to follow us into the business. And I know that you would have been a great teacher for her”
“Then why are you-“Brandon started.
Whisper cut him off, “Why am I upset? Because you’re putting everything you have into training this girl at the expense of your own career. Have you even started to prepare for your match? You know the one you have tomorrow?”
Brandon was taken aback, “That’s what this is about? You don’t think I’m taking Return to Glory seriously?”
“No, Brandon,” she spat, “I don’t think you are. I think you’re so busy with your head in the clouds that you haven’t given a second thought to what’s right in front of you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re honestly ready for Stormm, Murdoc, and whatever else PCW throws at you?”
“I’m ready,” Brandon said defiantly.
“Are you really? Are you ready for Stormm to pull something underhanded like he always seems to do? How do you know that he won’t just simply buy this title belt like he did the last time you won one?” she said viciously.
Brandon smiled slightly at the memory. It wasn’t a happy one by any means, but he had to hand it to Justin Michaels, buying the rights to the title belt instead of actually winning it had been an inspired bit of chicanery.
“Are you ready for Eira to run to Murdoc’s aid when it looks like you’re about to win,” Whisper continued, “Or how do you intend to defend yourself when he decides to ignite your face with another fireball?
Maybe she was right, Brandon decided. He had been giving most of his attention to Melissa, it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea to prepare a little better.
“You’re right,” Brandon agreed, “I should have prepared better for this, at the very least for Murdoc. Michaels is predictable in so far as he’ll always do what’s best for Michaels. It’s one of his greatest strengths and simultaneously one of his biggest weaknesses. Murdoc on the other hand,” he trailed off.
How to put it into words? Michaels entire thing was storms and nature, but Murdoc, he was the real force of nature in PCW. Unpredictable, unstable, and dangerous; if there was another trio of words that better described Murdoc then Brandon didn’t know what they were.
“There’s no way to prepare for Murdoc. We both know this, Whisper. Any match with him is a fight for survival, no matter what’s on the line. I don’t trust Stormm, but I know that Stormm doesn’t trust Murdoc. Maybe I can use that, like I said, he’ll do what’s best for Justin Michaels.”
“And if he decides it’s a better investment to side with Murdoc?” Whisper asked.
“I pray it doesn’t happen and if it does I do my damndest to hold my own. Any semblance of team work between those two won’t last, I just have to wait and pick my moment,” Brandon shrugged.
“So what happens when they decide to rehash what happened the last time you competed at this event?”
Brandon’s head started to ache at the memory of a chair crashing into his unprotected head multiple time, “Then I try to survive.”
