Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Add Reply
Training
Topic Started: May 21 2016, 05:52 AM (15 Views)
Dredd

The darkness was all-consuming. It was never something that he would of expected when he embarked on his journey to become a professional wrestler. His first secret visits to Mexican wrestling schools had paled in comparison to the brutal regime that his father was inflicting upon him.

From the day that he had told his father he was going to become a wrestler like every dominant male in his family tree.His father had taken control of his daily life. The only time he felt at peace was when he slept. But, even then, he didn’t know how long he would sleep for because his father could determine at any point in time that he had a lesson to learn.

Right now, he was laying in the darkness on the on the cold concrete floor, because a soft mattress would make him soft like a marshmallow so he was told.

He wasn’t allowed to assume the family name, because he wasn’t going to be allowed to right on coat tails and the history of the proud men of the Rayner family before him. He was going to earn whatever success or failure on his own back.

He chose the surname of his Godfather, Cross.

So there he was in the cold dark room staring at the dark lifeless ceiling.

Cal Rayner was drunk.

He had returned to his home of Deep Ellum. His son had followed him and despite his own wishes, Jeremy had gamed the system and was well on to becoming a wrestler in his own right.

But he was going to be trained the Rayner way.

He was going to learn that becoming a wrestler a whole lot more about shit than it was a about sugar and if that didn’t break him than he deserved to have his place on the blood soaked canvas of his peers.

Cal thought about feeding Jeremy to Calder. It would be a way to test the mettle of the kid. But, then he thought the Dog was just slightly too twisted a test to force on anyone. Besides, the Dog was his fight.

And he was going to finish it. But for now he had some teaching to do.

Cal Rayner finished the bottle of scotch that he was drinking from and picked a bamboo cane from the ground next to his feet. He was going to wake his son up with that stick just to teach that you always had to be prepared for your enemies to attack from any angle.

Jeremy Rayner could his father’s drunken footsteps outside his cabin. He was going to ready for whatever training he was going have for him tonight. He sat up off the floor and silent moved his slender frame to the corner of the cabin, just behind the door. As the door was opened slowly, Jeremy pounced and kicked the door backwards.

Cal Rayner landed with a thud on the ground and was sitting on his arse in shock.

“Fuckin little cunt.” he muttered a moment after gathering his senses.

Jeremy Rayner smiled. He had gained a small advantage over his father.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Enjoy forums? Start your own community for free.
Learn More · Sign-up for Free
« Previous Topic · The Warrior's Den · Next Topic »
Add Reply