Post by Bam Miller on Nov 2, 2022 3:32:22 GMT -5
The bright rays of the sun shine bright through the small opening of the blinds that hang on the inside of a downtown Detroit Michigan apartment window. The sun rays reach all the way inside the master bedroom and reveal to us many empty Miller Lite beers laying around the hardwood floor and the air is filled with the smell of cigarettes from the ones put out in the black skull ashtray. The cloud floating in the sky shift and the sun rays are able to shine brighter into the bedroom as they reach the face of a sleeping Bam Miller who starts to awake. He rubs his face as he sits up on his bed.
Bam: Well, fuck me I knew that was one too many the last few nights.
Bam laughs to himself and then picks up a half-full beer bottle from off his oak wood nightstand and chugs the rest and then tosses it to the floor with the others and walks to the closet and grabs his training gear.
Bam: Yeah, time to get back to the gym and put in some more work if I want to continue winning, no need to keep celebrating the past because I'm sure Millie Monroe is busting her ass right now in the gym or should be after losing to Cholo.
Bam laughs to himself as he throws his shirt, workout shorts, and sneakers on and then throws on his black shades, and then looks at himself in the mirror.
Bam: Yeah, I'm looking, I feel damn good coming off that win I feel unstoppable and need to keep this momentum going and stay ready for this upcoming match on Brawl and even more importantly the tag team match I have with Page for XWFs Bad Medicine when we take on Theo and Cashe. I can't afford to get knocked off my game now, I've got to continue to ride this way and reach the heights I know I belong to stand at, and ain't no nurse in some scrubs going to derail that.
Bam gives himself a slap in his face and begins to head for the exit.
Bam: Yeah time to get this ass-kicking tour back going and Millie's ass is going to be the first on tour.
Bam gives a wink with a laugh as he walks out the door and we head into a new scene.
After an hour of riding through Detroit City traffic, The Slayer Bam Miller pulls up to The Hard Knocks Fight Club training facility. He gets off his black and red Harley-Davidson and grabs his gym bag and puts it on his back and unlocks the door to go inside but as he puts the keys inside he notice the facility is already unlocked but doesn't make a big deal about it and proceeds to open the black steel door and enters inside to the openly spacious gym with black padding on the floor and walls. Various gym equipment sits on each side along with a wrestling ring that sits in the middle while Flags of different countries hang from the ceiling. As Bam flips on the lights, he's surprised to see an older gentleman that looks to be in his 50s standing in the ring wearing a gentleman's suit that you would see worn by the upper class in the UK. Bam walks slowly to the ring.
Bam: Can I help you with something?
The gentleman gives a smirk as he turns to the direction of Bam.
Gentleman: Yes you can tell sir Page that I am greatly disappointed at how late you are. It's the middle of the afternoon and yet he said you would've been here bright and early!
The gentleman puts his hands behind his back and his chest stuck out as he looks at Bam with disgust, while Bam looks confused as hell.
Bam: Look I haven't talked to Page today and I'm not with all the riddles and games so tell me who just the hell you are?!
The gentleman scoffs.
Gentleman: My name is Charles Beckett the third, I come from a long line of great wrestling trainers. My grandfather specialized in grappling while my father was more of a fan of striking, but I specialize in it all and more importantly, I'm a fan of strong style and being a precise striker. You see Chris Page contact me because he knows you want to take your wrestling skills to the next level. You've gotten by so far with your brawling style and ability to take the pain no matter what they throw at you but you've yet to evolve and wrestlers that can't adapt, get left behind in the gutters. If you want to become a Champion and I mean a real Champion, you'll listen to me and follow my advice.
Charles looks at Bam with a smirk as he waits for his response.
Bam: Look I'm glad Page took the time to try and find me a new trainer but I'm not really looking for one and I just got a big win on Brawl two weeks ago so I think I got the right formula down, so you can just take a hike.
Bam laughs to himself while Charles begins to walk towards him with a displeasing look on his face but Bam pays it no attention and reaches his hand out for a shake but Charles ignores it and instead gives Bam a slap across the face!!!
Charles: Don't you dare brush me off and disrespect me like you have your opponent already for being out at the time cats fuck in an alley. If Miss Monroe was here I am sure she would give you an even harder slap for treating her as if she is someone you can just look past. I'm sure that young lady has been busting her ass to make sure she can kick yours!
Bam holds his face for a moment and then drops his bags and looks Charles directly in the eyes and you can almost feel the heat between them as neither man backs down or shows any fear.
Charles: If you want to fight, I will gladly give you a lesson in it and show you that I'm nobody to be fucked with boy but after that, we will get to training because that's the job I'm being paid to do and I always make good on my work. So go ahead and take a swing at me but you better hope like hell you knock me out.
Bam bites his lip and his nose flares up like he's about to strike but begins to ease up and walks away for a moment before coming back in Charles's face.
Bam: LETS GET TO WORK!!!
Charles smiles with satisfaction.
Charles: That's what I want to hear, and you can best believe I'm going to turn you into a professional now Mr.Miller, your days of being just a savage animal that can take a beating in the ring are over. Your opponents are going to fear you from now on because you can dish it as well you can take it. We’ve got a lot of work to do because while you were out drinking and indulging yourself with American piss beer, your opponent has been getting prepared for you. I’m sure she’s looked at her match and pinpointed where she went wrong in her match and I can guarantee she’s looked at your match as well if not more matches and you know what she’s probably noticed about you?
Bam: That I can knock her jaw loose with my Brick!
Charles drops his head in his hand and shakes it a little before looking back at Bam.
Charles: Oh heavens no my dear boy, she noticed what I noticed in one match of watching you. You are like a rabid dog in the ring, for some reason you allow yourself to be baited by your opponents to get so damn angry that you lose sight of the objective. Instead of trying to win the match, you decide it's about being the toughest and that's where you fuck up! And if you don't smarten up and unlearn that habitat you'll keep losing more than you win.
Bam turns around and thinks about what is said before looking back at Charles in defeat.
Bam: Alright you bastard I'll give you credit what you said makes sense but I will see Millie Monroe can look up all the tape she wants but she's very green in the ring and hasn't developed any ring awareness yet. This I know from watching her match against Cholo, she's nothing special to me, she doesn't wow me with her skill or make me think I need to come well-prepared for our match. I feel like I can just roll out of bed and win this match easily.
Charles shakes his head with a smirk.
Charles: Bloody hell Bam, you be a fool to think that. Miss Monroe is nobody's pushover whatsoever. If you bothered to do some more research besides watching film you will know this young lady is not only bright for how she aced her nursing exam and the many accolades she racked up as a nurse. You will also see she has a lot of fight in here and will not back down just because you have a large bite. She went to prison and showed that side of her and while she might not be a savvy veteran she is far from a clueless brat that's just eye candy in the ring. You better get your head out of your ass or you'll be back at the bar this time drinking your sorrows away because you came up short again!
Bam kicks a chair across the room and then punches a punching bag several times with rage before calming down.
Bam: If you want me to treat every match like I'm facing James Raven or it's a Championship match then so be it, but just know when I start stacking up bodies and putting fear into their hearts of all just know all the blood I will spill will be on your hands.
Charles smiles with satisfaction.
Charles: And I'll help you bury the fucking bodies. I want you to treat every last match as if your life is on the line because when you start treating every match as a big deal. When it comes time for big Championship matches your shoulders will feel light because there won't be pressure on someone that's well-prepared for battle. I know you have dreams of becoming The WGWF World Champion and TV Champion one day and I want you to remind yourself when you are training, when you are eating, when your sleep, and when you step into those ropes I want you to remember why you bust your ass each and every day because it's for one day to be able to have your hand raise while a referee puts that Gold Championship belt around your waist and the announcer let's all the fans in the arena know this is your Champion, that is the moment you are working to have but it won't happen if you stagger and fall to defeat to Millie Monroe on Brawl. Your new chapter starts now and it's up to you to decide whether or not that chapter starts with a win or lose!
Bam nods his head in agreement and takes his shirt off and begins heading toward the ring.
Bam Miller: Well let's get started, it's time to prepare to take Millie Monroe to Miller Time!
Bam begins to walk to the ring while Charles looks on with a smirk and then proceeds to roll up his sleeves.
Charles: This is going to work.
Charles walks off to join Bam in the ring as the scene fades away.
Bam begins to walk to the ring while Charles looks on with a smirk and then proceeds to roll up his sleeves.
Charles: This is going to work.
Charles walks off to join Bam in the ring as the scene fades away.