Post by ajsteele on Apr 26, 2012 22:59:50 GMT -5
*Italics = Inner Monolouge*
Book 1 - Prologue
It's Good to Be Home
AJ Steele stood in the sparsley decorated, lightly furnished studio appartment that he had rented only three days before. Wearing nothing but a pair of black and red basketball shorts, he gripped a black Verizon powered Galaxy S in his right hand, staring at the caller ID that prominently informed him the number was blocked.
AJ knew exactly who was calling him, due to the fact that he had only given the number to one person since he had arrived three days prior. What the fuck does he want now. Kid never new when to quit.
On the other end of the phone was one of AJ's best friends from high school, David Sharpe. David and AJ had been in the same class ever since the third grade. They had spent much of their youth watching proffesional wrestlling together, emulating the stars of their youth. Slowly David had grown out of wanting to be a professional wrestler while AJ started going to wrestling to school at the age of sixteen.
AJ had been wrestling in Japan since he was nineteen years old. His resume looked like a who's who of professional wrestlers, including wins over almost ever Japanese champion relevant today. But that didn't matter, because three days ago he had stepped foot in the United States of America for the first time in nine years, and all his accomplishments in Japan mean nothing.
AJ had called David about two months before he came home and after a pretty long catch up session, had asked David to find him an appartment. The studio wasn't big, or lugxurious, but it didn't need to be. AJ was planning on spending a lot of time there, anyway. Had this been Japan, where every major arena was within a few hours of Tokyo, where he had lived, he would of wanted the appartment to be a little more spacious.
David was probably wanting to go out and party. They were both still young, but very different. AJ would go to sleep early, hit the gym and train every day, and only eat and drink the things that would allow him to perform at peak levels in the ring. David, on the other hand, was a party animal. He would typicaly sleep in until at least noon, his diet consisted of nothing but pizza, ramen, and alcohol, and he could almost always be found in the club until close.
It's not that I don't like to party. I would love to, but I have greater aspirations than dying from a heart attack at forty or getting alcohol poisoning because I drink until I pass out.
The phone finally stopped ringing and AJ placed it on the end table next to his futon as he sat down. He sat thinking about where he was in his life. He had been the closest he was ever going to get to being a celebrity in Japan. Even though he was popular, he wasn't on the same level, popularity wise, as the Japanese wrestlers. Consequently, he wasn't getting the shots that the Japanese wrestlers were getting, even though he had beaten them all multiple times. This fact had forced him to come home, in hopes of taking his career to the next level. And even though he had sent his resume and videos of his best matches in Japan to all the big wrestling promotions the day he gotten home, he hadn't heard a thing.
Why am I worried, it's only been three days. It is going to take a while before they get back to me.
The phone buzzed once more, bringing AJ out of his reverie. He picked it up, and quickly realized that it was telling him who ever had called had left a voicemail message.
AJ pressed the shortcut icon on the touch screen and it quickly dialed his voice mail. He placed the phone on speaker and listened to the message.
"Mr. Steele, I am calling on behalf of New York City Championship Wrestling. We recieved your resume and match videos and I would like to extend you and invitation to wrestle for our company. I am not allowed to discuss payment details on a voicemail system, but I want to tell you that it can be very lucrative if you choose to wrestle for us. Please call me back as soon as possible. The number is..."
AJ smiled. Ok, here we go, my first offer. I might as well call him back and see what's up. I will until tomorrow. Don't want to seem to eager.
*To Be Continued*
Book 1 - Prologue
It's Good to Be Home
AJ Steele stood in the sparsley decorated, lightly furnished studio appartment that he had rented only three days before. Wearing nothing but a pair of black and red basketball shorts, he gripped a black Verizon powered Galaxy S in his right hand, staring at the caller ID that prominently informed him the number was blocked.
AJ knew exactly who was calling him, due to the fact that he had only given the number to one person since he had arrived three days prior. What the fuck does he want now. Kid never new when to quit.
On the other end of the phone was one of AJ's best friends from high school, David Sharpe. David and AJ had been in the same class ever since the third grade. They had spent much of their youth watching proffesional wrestlling together, emulating the stars of their youth. Slowly David had grown out of wanting to be a professional wrestler while AJ started going to wrestling to school at the age of sixteen.
AJ had been wrestling in Japan since he was nineteen years old. His resume looked like a who's who of professional wrestlers, including wins over almost ever Japanese champion relevant today. But that didn't matter, because three days ago he had stepped foot in the United States of America for the first time in nine years, and all his accomplishments in Japan mean nothing.
AJ had called David about two months before he came home and after a pretty long catch up session, had asked David to find him an appartment. The studio wasn't big, or lugxurious, but it didn't need to be. AJ was planning on spending a lot of time there, anyway. Had this been Japan, where every major arena was within a few hours of Tokyo, where he had lived, he would of wanted the appartment to be a little more spacious.
David was probably wanting to go out and party. They were both still young, but very different. AJ would go to sleep early, hit the gym and train every day, and only eat and drink the things that would allow him to perform at peak levels in the ring. David, on the other hand, was a party animal. He would typicaly sleep in until at least noon, his diet consisted of nothing but pizza, ramen, and alcohol, and he could almost always be found in the club until close.
It's not that I don't like to party. I would love to, but I have greater aspirations than dying from a heart attack at forty or getting alcohol poisoning because I drink until I pass out.
The phone finally stopped ringing and AJ placed it on the end table next to his futon as he sat down. He sat thinking about where he was in his life. He had been the closest he was ever going to get to being a celebrity in Japan. Even though he was popular, he wasn't on the same level, popularity wise, as the Japanese wrestlers. Consequently, he wasn't getting the shots that the Japanese wrestlers were getting, even though he had beaten them all multiple times. This fact had forced him to come home, in hopes of taking his career to the next level. And even though he had sent his resume and videos of his best matches in Japan to all the big wrestling promotions the day he gotten home, he hadn't heard a thing.
Why am I worried, it's only been three days. It is going to take a while before they get back to me.
The phone buzzed once more, bringing AJ out of his reverie. He picked it up, and quickly realized that it was telling him who ever had called had left a voicemail message.
AJ pressed the shortcut icon on the touch screen and it quickly dialed his voice mail. He placed the phone on speaker and listened to the message.
"Mr. Steele, I am calling on behalf of New York City Championship Wrestling. We recieved your resume and match videos and I would like to extend you and invitation to wrestle for our company. I am not allowed to discuss payment details on a voicemail system, but I want to tell you that it can be very lucrative if you choose to wrestle for us. Please call me back as soon as possible. The number is..."
AJ smiled. Ok, here we go, my first offer. I might as well call him back and see what's up. I will until tomorrow. Don't want to seem to eager.
*To Be Continued*
