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| Train the Body, Steel the Mind, Calm the Heart; Jarek receives a visitor at his Gym. | |
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| PhantomLink | Apr 14 2018, 02:48 AM Post #1 |
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Tampa, Florida. Some 280 miles away from Miami, where the next RWR PPV, Sky's The Limit will take place at, some four hours away. It is also the home to one of RWR's top stars, and one half of the Main Event. With the week off, he is taking him time training in a gym he now owns in Tampa, Florida. With the extra time off, Jarek Vanders's face has now finally healed up, and he is back to his training. His next couple weeks look to be some of the most difficult in his career. Not so much due to the difficult circumstances will take place under, but because of who he will be facing off against. Old friends. Road partners. Battle buddies. Former stablemates. It feels like so long ago that he joined up with them. While on TV, Jarek was by far the last to join the group, behind the scenes he had been friends with many of them for a lengthy time already. But now.. everything has changed. No longer standing side by side. They all were forced to go their separate ways. But as if guided by fate, they have all returned to the same place. Equals still. But as all competitors know.. there is only room for one at the top. Jarek's train of thought comes to an end, only to realize he had lost track of how long he had been holding his breath, swinging his gloved fists away at a heavy bag in his own private room in the back of the gym. He takes a couple deep gulps of air, catching his breath once again, sweating under his hoodie. He unlatches one of his gloves, slipping it free as he marches over to a bench, where he lifts a grape water Propel, hastily drinking it down. He is snapped out of his moment of respite by a surprise opening of his door. -Opening the door I could feel the air was hot, someone's been training heavily. I wonder who it is... And then I see him sitting on the bench. Hoodie and all. Our eyes locked like nothing else existed. Just the two of us. In the same room. The same time. It hasn't been like this for awhile.- Sean Libby: "Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Black Sheep." -Openly mocking him may not have been the smartest idea, considering how he beat me last time. But as I always do, I don't care.- "I never got to thank you for bailing me out of jail a couple weeks ago. But I need to know. Why?" Jarek's icy blue eyes stare back at Sean Libby from just under the upper hem of his hood. He puts down his drink, slipping a taped up hand back into his glove, relatching it before turning his back and moving back over to his heavy bag. "I've made mistakes with a woman before. I figured you needed a chance to try and learn from those mistakes too." He said simply. He winds his arm back for a strike, before pausing. He turns his head, glancing at the irishman from over his shoulder. "And.. I figured I owed you one. For helping motivate me to get my mind back in the right place." "You needed to see the light. You were lost by a being within you that was eating you alive. The "Messiah". And now you're back on top of your game." -I'm scoffing this, but he does have a point. Lets pull up one of these hea..vy... bags. There we go.- "But you're welcome. Its good to see you back to form. Can't say the same for meself but, its good that your back at the world." A right straight from Jarek lands hard against the center of the heavy bag. With a silent sigh, he walks away from the bag, moving over toward a rack with equipment lined up. Rifling through a line of gloves, his own blue glove picks up a pair of larger black gloves. Turning and heading back, he tosses the gloves to Sean, before returning back to his bag. "I wish I could say the same for you. But that's why I did what I did. To give you the chance to make things right. But only one person can make that happen, and it isn't me. And trust me, that's from experience." -I caught the gloves he threw at me, and put them on and started punching like he is. Nice fit.- "Its too late for that pal. She's already moved out. She says she loves me but she moved out and throws a restraining order on me. And I'm no fool. I know what I heard. My own friend backstabs me by trying to make my woman a "working girl." He was my friend Vanders! My FRIEND!" -I punched my bag in force with each word. I am filled with anger, and wish to destroy- Jarek pauses in his striking. The pause is brief, but in the flash of memories, Jarek goes back several years worth of time. "Rarely is it ever too late Sean. And I'm sad to say, friends are often broken up over a woman. Again.. I can speak from experience." He had a feeling the conversation would go this way. This is why people practice with gloves, to prevent slicing up their knuckles against the heavy, unyielding leather. "But. That doesn't mean you should give up if. At least if she still means something to you." "Perhaps. I've been told that I'm literally fighting for my heart at STL... In a street fight." -Its hard to believe that I'm going through so much to just fight for the person I love. But I am head over heels for Apathy. All the way.- "Tell me have you ever loved someone, that you would dare ruin your friendship for? Love someone more than anything in the world?" -This is a true question because I know this man would do anything for his friends. But I wonder if his "experience" has taught him that.- Jarek winds up for a right hook, but stops mid swing at the question. "Yes. That was how I lost my best friend at the time." He answers simply. He sighs, deciding to elaborate. "He and she broke up, I forget over what. She came to me for help. I tried.. he didn't want to hear it. Her and I got close. Got talking. Soon found out we had feelings for each other." Jarek takes a few quick, light jabs at the bag before him. "He found out.. day or two later. Hasn't spoken to me since." Jarek reaches up, sliding back his hood, letting it fall back between his shoulders. "And if you're going to ask if I would do it again, Yes, in a heartbeat. I loved that woman, still do." -I held my breath when he said that. Honestly I couldn't believe what hes saying but... If hes telling the truth then theres no reason why I shouldn't stop loving her.- "Alright. I'll take your word for it. I'll make a mental note." -I returned to punching my bag. I have a few questions to him though.- "So what the hell have you been doing all day? When I walked in it was hotter than a sauna in here. You've really been pushing yourself hard haven't you?" Jarek couldn't help but chuckle after hearing that question. "It's not every day you get a shot at the World Title. And it's even rarer that you get one in your home state. I'm a 100% again. I have to make use of that time as best I can." He briefly unzipped his hoodie. His body was coated in sweat, but physically he was looking in great shape, lean and muscular. Zipping it back up, he focused back on the bag. "I know the kind of man Jack Johnson is better than most. I know what it will take to try and put him down. Nothing less than everything I've got." "It takes more than training though Vanders. How do you think I beat you? By going to a gym and making my knuckles bleed and making my body sweat? " -I can't help but look at his blue eyes, they are like blue stones.- "I beat you because you were mentally missing. You were gone. You weren't the same man as I see in front of me. Johnson on the other hand, knows exactly what he is. He always has. He never second guessed who he is or what he is. He holds no mercy or remorse. But when I look at you..." -I walked over to him, holding his bag- "You hold back." Another sigh leaves Jarek. But this one hurts. It always does to reveal weakness. "I keep thinking about Donovan. That could have been his career. And JJ.. I doubt he hesitated at the thought. And now.. everyone wants me to be the one to avenge Dono." A pause. One that silently speaks volumes. "I don't know that I can. And not for a lack of trying. But.. I didn't agree to the match out of a desire for vengeance. I want to be World Champion more than anything. I need this more than anything right now. To validate the years of struggle. To show everyone that their cheers and support wasn't for nothing. To prove to the doubters that I deserve to be one of the best." He takes a slow breath, calming the fire smoldering in his veins. "During that match, when I first attacked Jack.. my vision went white. The only thing I saw when I leapt from the top rope was Donovan landing on his head. I don't know that JJ did it on purpose. But I don't think that matters. He still did it intentionally. Jack Johnson.. is not the same man I knew. When we were together.. John always was in his ear. That rational voice. And if there wasn't that, Justin could always hold him back and restrain him. But now.. he's off his leash. A wild dog that will bite and injure anyone that comes to lay claim to his turf." "While noble of you Vanders, I'm going to give you a few harsh reality moments." -I started pacing around Jarek. He knew this was going to hurt even more.- "Number one. Donovan Pain's injury was not your fault or your reason to be granted such an opportunity. You earned it after you literally defeated your demons. Number two. Worrying about avenging Pain will not help you win the gold. It will consume you, blind you, cloud your judgement and that bastard will take advantage. He may even do it to you." -I stood directly behind him as I said that last sentence.- "Jarek. You must focus on being you. If you begin to think about anything else, worrying about anything else than you will not only fail to avenge Donovan but you will fail yourself. If you let Jack Johnson's mind games beat you, than your Redemption story ends!" Jarek simply nods. "I know. I've known. The same thing happened with Kaos. I just need to steel myself. It has to be about What I Want. Everything else will fall into place afterwards. The fight is everything." He nods again with a confirmation, before chuckling. "It's funny. I'm almost looking forward to next week's match with Sane. It won't be our first match. And it always goes the same way. We beat the absolute mess out of each other. It simply comes down to who hits the other harder on that night." "Indeed. Its not often people face two world champions within a month's time. But you..." -I continued my pace around him- "If Jarek Vanders worries about winning a championship for someone else, what good is the man who won it in the first place? You know the answer to it Vanders. I understand in theory this sounds like a reunion match for you. Facing your old stable mates. Your pals. Its not about the past anymore though lad. Its about the future." -I grabbed his shoulder and looked Jarek dead in the eye- "Think of it. Right now. You, me. We came from the same place. The same year. You have the golden opportunity. I will challenge for my heart. Jarek WE are the future. And you need to remember that Justin Sane, may not be the same old Sane you recall from your past either. But he is no less of a threat! But all eyes are on you now Jarek. You've always been known to be the peoples champion. Now tell me. Will you let your past and the suffering of others decide your fate? Or will. You. Clash?" A knowing smirk crawls across Jarek's face. A light tap of his glove against the large irishman's chest. "As if you have to ask." -Hmm. Wise ass. I winked at him and I undid my gloves and I tossed them to the side- "Good. I gotta go." "Sean." Jarek calls out as he opens the door. "Heartbreak always leads to sadness. It always gets worse before it gets better. But.. you can never go wrong with the truth. Even if there is no good outcome. Just be honest." "I will remember that, when the time comes." -I meant what I said. Then I walked out the gym door leaving him alone again.- Jarek Vanders watched as Sean Libby left. It was a conversation he needed to help clear his mind and sharpen his will. He had a bad habit of overthinking big matches like this. But in the end, all of that didn't matter. It was what happened in the ring that mattered. |
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