Post by Hutch Lanahan on Mar 19, 2017 3:43:06 GMT
“You have to do, what you have to do. It doesn’t make you a bad guy.”
Those words echoed in Hutch Lanahan’s head as he stood in front of the dressing room mirror and stared at himself. His eyes had those bags under them despite the time off, and while other wrestlers were nursing their injuries and licking their previous wounds, Hutch had spent night and day at the aid of his fiancé whose health seemed to be getting worse and worse. So much so, Hutch had brought his daughter back over to the states with him.
Now, he was really getting the feel of what being a single father was all about.
“It doesn’t make me a bad guy. It just makes me stronger, it just builds this will to survive that I’ve had since I got here…It just means…”
Hutch slowly looked up into the mirror, his eyes were full of a fire that had only been there a few times when he was wrestling for #FSociety. A majority of the time, he enjoyed being the nice guy. He enjoyed shaking hands, he enjoyed everyone respecting him, but there would always come a time when that wouldn’t get the job done.
It just so happened that this week, he would be facing his best friend in the whole world, Benjamin Haskell. Benji and Hutch had met during University, and while Hutch didn’t last very long, he knew Benji would make something more of himself than a professional wrestler.
Then again, that’s how everyone ended up in the business. They all thought they could find something better, but nobody wanted to find that. Once you got bitten by the bug, you never tried to find anything else.
“It just means…I’m a good friend, right?”
Rubbing his eyes, Hutch walked over to the sink and opened up the cold water and poured cold water in a pool in his hands and then dashed his face with the water and then raised up, grabbing a towel to the side and began dabbing the towel against his face as he shook his head and turned around.
Walking forward, he leaned down on the chair that sat in the middle of the room and leaned down and then slid into the chair. Closing his eyes, Hutch put his head in his hands and rubbed the moisture on his face and then looked up and leaned back in the chair.
“#FSociety is just…A brutal landscape. If you put others in this spot, they wouldn’t have a second thought of bashing in the brains of their best friend to get what they want. But exactly what I think I have to do to get back on top…Where I think I belong. I think I could get back to the High Roller championship whenever I wanted, but I want more than that. I put that title on the map, I don’t want it back…I want the #FSociety Championship…I want to be the man…But…I remember what Adrien told me, you can stay true to yourself and still be successful, you can still do things your way…”
Hutch opened his mouth to speak again, but then he remembered the conversation he and Benji had earlier in the week when they knew they would be facing one another, it had been a very serious conversation.
“If you’re hurt, let me tell them that we can put the match off for another week. We can wait, and hell, if we put it off another week then who knows, maybe they’ll let us tag sometime down the road or something…”
Benji shook his head, as they sat at the bar Haskell took a deep draft from his glass and then as he sat his beer down he reached down and held his hip with a wince.
“That’s a part of the business, mate. You’ve got to wrestle through the pain. If I didn’t believe that then I would just be doing lectures and not putting my body on the line. It’s getting some years on it, yanno? I’m sure it’ll be fine, and we can share a beer afterwards.”
Hutch still wasn’t really buying into this theory, Benji could barely sit on the barstool comfortably without copious amounts of alcohol to help him out. Hutch kept glancing over to Benji to see him sitting so uncomfortably on the stool.
“No, it’s not part of the business. If you’re hurt you need to sit down, you need to take a break, if you’re hurt then #FSociety is going to hold your roster spot, it isn’t like you’re going to get passed up. They’ll put you back into the fray.”
Again, Benji shook his head as Hutch tried to talk him down of what would surely be a victory of Hutch, because he wasn’t going to hold back on his injuries. The hip was something hard to work around, It wasn’t like he could work around that, any slam, any little thing would hurt Benji pretty badly.
“Look, Hutchy. You do what you have to do. I’m going to give you everything I have, just like I did last time we faced. I want this match to end just like the last, with us shaking hands at the end, okay? Nothing else, nothing more. Let’s drop it and have another pint, okay?”
Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to talk Benji into anything else. Hutch motioned for the bartender to bring them another drink and so she did.
Back in the locker room, Hutch had his hands folded between his legs as he sat there, then he tossed his stringy hair from his eyes.
“I now realize what I have to do, Benji. You’re my best friend, you’ll never be my enemy, but I know when enough is enough. You’ve made a mockery of yourself for far too long. It’s time for you to stay on the lecture circuit for good, brother. I’m going to take Old Yeller out behind the barn…”
Hutch sighed.
“And I’m going to shoot him.”
Those words echoed in Hutch Lanahan’s head as he stood in front of the dressing room mirror and stared at himself. His eyes had those bags under them despite the time off, and while other wrestlers were nursing their injuries and licking their previous wounds, Hutch had spent night and day at the aid of his fiancé whose health seemed to be getting worse and worse. So much so, Hutch had brought his daughter back over to the states with him.
Now, he was really getting the feel of what being a single father was all about.
“It doesn’t make me a bad guy. It just makes me stronger, it just builds this will to survive that I’ve had since I got here…It just means…”
Hutch slowly looked up into the mirror, his eyes were full of a fire that had only been there a few times when he was wrestling for #FSociety. A majority of the time, he enjoyed being the nice guy. He enjoyed shaking hands, he enjoyed everyone respecting him, but there would always come a time when that wouldn’t get the job done.
It just so happened that this week, he would be facing his best friend in the whole world, Benjamin Haskell. Benji and Hutch had met during University, and while Hutch didn’t last very long, he knew Benji would make something more of himself than a professional wrestler.
Then again, that’s how everyone ended up in the business. They all thought they could find something better, but nobody wanted to find that. Once you got bitten by the bug, you never tried to find anything else.
“It just means…I’m a good friend, right?”
Rubbing his eyes, Hutch walked over to the sink and opened up the cold water and poured cold water in a pool in his hands and then dashed his face with the water and then raised up, grabbing a towel to the side and began dabbing the towel against his face as he shook his head and turned around.
Walking forward, he leaned down on the chair that sat in the middle of the room and leaned down and then slid into the chair. Closing his eyes, Hutch put his head in his hands and rubbed the moisture on his face and then looked up and leaned back in the chair.
“#FSociety is just…A brutal landscape. If you put others in this spot, they wouldn’t have a second thought of bashing in the brains of their best friend to get what they want. But exactly what I think I have to do to get back on top…Where I think I belong. I think I could get back to the High Roller championship whenever I wanted, but I want more than that. I put that title on the map, I don’t want it back…I want the #FSociety Championship…I want to be the man…But…I remember what Adrien told me, you can stay true to yourself and still be successful, you can still do things your way…”
Hutch opened his mouth to speak again, but then he remembered the conversation he and Benji had earlier in the week when they knew they would be facing one another, it had been a very serious conversation.
“If you’re hurt, let me tell them that we can put the match off for another week. We can wait, and hell, if we put it off another week then who knows, maybe they’ll let us tag sometime down the road or something…”
Benji shook his head, as they sat at the bar Haskell took a deep draft from his glass and then as he sat his beer down he reached down and held his hip with a wince.
“That’s a part of the business, mate. You’ve got to wrestle through the pain. If I didn’t believe that then I would just be doing lectures and not putting my body on the line. It’s getting some years on it, yanno? I’m sure it’ll be fine, and we can share a beer afterwards.”
Hutch still wasn’t really buying into this theory, Benji could barely sit on the barstool comfortably without copious amounts of alcohol to help him out. Hutch kept glancing over to Benji to see him sitting so uncomfortably on the stool.
“No, it’s not part of the business. If you’re hurt you need to sit down, you need to take a break, if you’re hurt then #FSociety is going to hold your roster spot, it isn’t like you’re going to get passed up. They’ll put you back into the fray.”
Again, Benji shook his head as Hutch tried to talk him down of what would surely be a victory of Hutch, because he wasn’t going to hold back on his injuries. The hip was something hard to work around, It wasn’t like he could work around that, any slam, any little thing would hurt Benji pretty badly.
“Look, Hutchy. You do what you have to do. I’m going to give you everything I have, just like I did last time we faced. I want this match to end just like the last, with us shaking hands at the end, okay? Nothing else, nothing more. Let’s drop it and have another pint, okay?”
Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to talk Benji into anything else. Hutch motioned for the bartender to bring them another drink and so she did.
Back in the locker room, Hutch had his hands folded between his legs as he sat there, then he tossed his stringy hair from his eyes.
“I now realize what I have to do, Benji. You’re my best friend, you’ll never be my enemy, but I know when enough is enough. You’ve made a mockery of yourself for far too long. It’s time for you to stay on the lecture circuit for good, brother. I’m going to take Old Yeller out behind the barn…”
Hutch sighed.
“And I’m going to shoot him.”
