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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 10:45 pm
There was an odd hesitation between the third match of the card and the second round of Roman/Covell it thanks to the emergence of the commentators hyping up the main events and the dimming of the lights. Without any entrance music, the fans looked to the titantron for answers, where they received a screen that only kept itself from total darkness by the watermark on the bottom right corner. It was only one word, but it helped set the tone for what the audience was watching while adding a bit of mystique to the promo. Several seconds had passed until the fans could see more than the simple six-letter day of the week on their screen:'WEDNESDAY' In the meantime, they heard the rough voice of a man who had bled experience. Whether it was the cigarettes or the age or a shitty mix of both, the tune of his words were well-known to the experienced fans of professional wrestling, and even some who have exclusively watched BBW had grown audibly familiar with the recent addition. In a repetitive voice that was progressively talking more swiftly than before, over the sound of air whistling, televisions, and punching bags being hit, AJ Warner was once again giving physical demands to someone, despite being kept to a walking stick.
"Right hand. Duck. Kick. Faster."
"Right hand. Duck. Kick. Faster."
"Right hand. Duck. Kick. Faster."
"No time for taunting now, is there? FASTER."
The camera had shown the back of a casually-dressed man subtly leaning on his cane for leverage. From above and to the sides of AJ, a punching bag was seen flying around in front of him... yet we hasn't even moving a limb. It was in an isolated gym, where the pitch black windows and bright lights had illustrated the fact that this was not just a daily routine. In the other hand of AJ's was a TV remote. All of the televisions in the gym were showing synchronized tapings of the end of Aiden's debut match: a loss. AJ would rewind the finishing sequence of the match until a few seconds after the bell rang, only to rewind it and play it again. Perhaps he was a shell of the fighter he once was. Maybe he was a bit more depressed in life now that he had to live vicariously through his array of talented clients, but one thing hadn't changed over the years with Warner: whether it was his seen in his body language or discovered through his dialogue, the Suplex Shooter wasn't satisfied.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:45 am
Irritated. Annoyed. Pissed. Barely holding in his anger. Hardly keeping his composure. That was essentially what was being broadcasted through the facial tone of Aiden Covell right now. Let alone, the noises and sounds he was making through his physical actions right now. The cameraman had panned around the room before settling on the area around a shaking and rattling punching bag near the center of a room. AJ Warner had constantly begun to call out orders and directions for Aiden to take. Aiden simply followed them while gritting his teeth. The more and more he heard AJ's voice, the more Aiden was starting to get a bit annoyed by it. Not only that, but the fact that AJ decided to replay the end of the match between Aiden and Jake over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. The same ending ring bell. The same entrance music. The same crowd response. The same announcer vice. The same this. The same that. Aiden didn't want to hear it anymore. He was able to tolerate it in the beginning, but now it was just getting overbearing.
Right hand. Duck. Kick. Faster. Right hand. Duck. Kick. Faster. Right hand. Duck. Kick. Faster. No time for taunting now, is there? FASTER. By that last word, Aiden was not allowing his focus to make each strike on the punching bag light or targeted. If anything, the punching bag was nearly being brutalized as kickpads and taped up hands collided with the bag in a harsh fashion. Aiden could really only take so much of the constant looped ending of the match. Aiden could only handle so much of AJ barking at him and criticizing him for so long before he himself wanted to b***h right back. The fans in the audience now were able to see the frustration and anger on Aiden's face as the cameraman panned the camera view upon Aiden from an angle. From the waist up was seen to the audience as Aiden's wrists and fists were taped up while his top half was completely topless. From his waist down, was his typical wrestling attire and boots signature kickpads and all. The television still played the ending of the match with Jake over and over. But finally, the crowd would see Aiden snap.
Forcefully shoving the punching bag aside, Aiden stepped away from the swing of the bag as his body was shown heaving. Sweat glistening from the overhead ceiling lights with his chest rising and falling. Finally, Aiden would step up to Warner and nearly rip the television control out of the mans hand. Shutting off the recording, turning the television off and tossing the remote control aside. Aiden, had enough. "I get it. I ******** get it. I lost. I didn't win. I dicked around to much. I played with weapons. I taunted the crowd. I didn't focus on beating Jake halfway to death. You don't have to replay the same s**t over and over and over and over again until I can't take it. I TRIED to not let it get to my head. I TRIED to not let you constantly nagging me affect my training exercise. But I can't. No. Not when you insist on showing it down my throat as if it's the end of the world. It's a ******** Best out of Five match, Warner. Best out of ******** Five. I lost, one. Big whoop. Big deal. I didn't intend to go a full five and zero. I expected a loss here or there. You on the other hand, seem to doubt me".
Clearly angry, Aiden now instinctively started to raise his hands to mid level and unravel his taped up wrists and fists. Once more, setting his eyes back on AJ as he did this almost without an inkling of a blink or loss of concentration. Having taped up his hands before, it was almost muscle memory at this point as far as exactly where the tape usually ended. No longer heaving as badly, Aiden chose to start breathing through his nose as opposed to having his mouth parted. All the while expecting a b***h from Warner all because he 'snapped' at his 'mentor' of sorts. Dealing with Aiden, that was to be expected. You push him to his breaking point and Aiden will turn on you in a verbal manner. Push him, he'll push back. Insult him, Aiden will insult back. Blood for blood. Warner was trying to send Aiden over the deep end by constantly playing the ending and yelling at him over and over to keep up a training regiment. Not only that, but add insult to injury by bringing up Aiden's faults throughout the match while giving him orders. Of course that was going to piss Aiden off.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 6:53 pm
Professional wrestling was full of testosterone-driven alpha males. It's the only way to find success in this league, after all. Though AJ wasn't ready to fight anyone for the time being, the mentality never ceased to change with him. The recent depression took no toll on the audacity of Mr. Warner's bark, and it didn't matter who was talking to him; nobody doubted his methods. He wouldn't allow it. Tough love was how Warner liked to put it; nobody made it to the highest at their level by accepting a loss. Did they suffer from defeat? Of course. Even Lebron had to move from his hometown and make sacrifices to become the star he is. But in AJ's mind, and probably Covell's as well, they thought... no... they KNEW that even Lebron James' dominance in a sport couldn't compare to Aiden at his full potential. The camera didn't shift, only stayed on the rookie as AJ's tone was enough to paint a picture for the audience watching.
"Oh, it's just one loss! Hell, why don't you lose at Spring in the Ring, you know what?! Lose the next three, and tell me how that goes... Look, I'm trying to help you. Before my injury, the only thing I helped people do was collect their 401ks early. Now I'm just trying to help you be at your best. You want to take it easy after losing? Do you want to feel some moral victory after that match?... or do you want to be a winner? I don't doubt you at all, Aiden. I think you'll be better than the wrestler I ever was, which makes you really ******** good. Now act like it!
AND WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TAUNTING, GODDAMMIT?"
Leaning his weight on a stick was an old man with his childish loudmouth behavior still in tact.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 12:23 pm
Interestingly enough, Aiden didn't know how to handle Warner's reply. It was genuinely a ******** of praises, curse words and reminiscing on AJ's former jobs. Essentially, Aiden felt as if Warner was trying to level with him on a personal level. Aiden was right though. It was just one loss. It wouldn't happen again. Not in this next one. Even if Aiden had to avoid using tables and ladders, he'd still get the job done. Maybe, just maybe, he had to destroy Jake bit by bit. Warner didn't want him to taunt? Fine. He'd just keep up the remedy of beating down Jake until the kid couldn't stand. Warner even made mention that Aiden was better than he ever was. Which was a compliment in it's own. Warner genuinely wanted Aiden to be at his best, which was nice. But Aiden just didn't like AJ's methods of doing so. Making him watch his defeat over and over and over was annoying. Yelling at him as he worked out, that wasn't the best thing either. The only takeaway from this was that Aiden could say that he was trained by Warner. Bout' it really.
"One loss. You're right. You're exactly right. You said it. Just one loss. You expect me to lose at Spring in the Ring? Go ahead and think that way. I'm not losing this Best of Five. It's not going to happen. You want me to stop taunting, fine. I was only doing that to give Jake some breathing room anyway. The kid is quick. Quick and technical. But, he's not Aiden Covell. He's not as good as me. He's not as fast as me. He's not as strong as me. You think I'm better than you? We'll prove that someday in the future when you start healing up and take me on in the ring yourself. Until then, start working out with me. I told you this before, and I'll tell you this again. Screw the braud you have with you. Screw the cane. Screw your elderly looking outfits. Pick up a dumbbell. Wear a back brace. Wear a nicotine patch. Start drinking more water. Screw the cigarettes, drugs and alcohol. Start investing time in the AJ Warner Road to Recovery. You want me to be the best in the ring? I'm not so far off. I'm already top notch in the Indies" Aiden replied confidently.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 9:07 pm
"Road to recovery?" AJ asked in a baffled voice. The phrase alone had got his mind off whatever retorts he had ready. It had been a dream to return back into shape and finish the endless checklist he created for himself earlier in his career. But that would require a long surgery, staying committed to his health, letting his bad habits go and staying focused on his one true mission: becoming the best. Aiden was on the right path, and for the time being, all Warner wanted to do was guide this young man towards success by learning what works and what doesn't (from his own personal experience). The camera had faded slowly into black, only for a new day of the week to flash onto the screen.'THURSDAY' "Yes, Mindy? Hi, this is AJ Warner, I need to talk to Shanahan..."
"He's busy? No that's totally okay... just have him get the ******** OUT OF WHATEVER MEETING HE'S IN AND CALL ME BACK. I'LL BE WAITING."
After a click of the touch screen and a long sigh, AJ looked up to the camera and smiled. Fans and staff had gotten accommodated to this erratic behavior of the Bad Chyld's: happy one moment to postal the next and back to euphoria. With the thoughts he had racing at a million miles an hour and all the time in the world to think, it was hard to stay constant. A small chuckle under his breath would begin the video promo he was used to cutting: only this time, it was about a fighter who wasn't himself or someone he was gunning for.
"You know what? This isn't about me. This weekend I got a front row ticket to the future. In the palm of my hands, I hold the world, and now I've found a guy who can carry that weight with much more ease. I know how you people... you people get so caught up on your wrestling forums and get carried away with first impressions. What's he gonna do in his career? Does he have the look? Is his gimmick edgy enough for you? But you fools! You don't know wrestling! Because from my first impression on, from my perspective... the perspective of someone who knows what they're talking about... Aiden Covell is the most versatile and unique athlete I've ever laid eyes on, and I've fought mirrors! I thought that maybe... maybe you guys weren't ready for all of this. For a new standard to be set, for a man to set a bar so high that there aren't gonna be anymore rookies. Just like Jake Roman, young men are going to watch this man compete and bury and batter every single man he encounters and be discouraged. They're going to turn down a dream for a few more days and a few less concussions. They're going to avoid matches with my student like he's the plague. They're going to cower in fear, just like little Jacob has been doing since his fluke victory. Yknow... I used to not believe in luck. I never really grasped onto the idea of chance, but Jake you've proven me wrong. Because for every million times you fight this man, you'll win once, and now that we've gotten that miracle out of the way, it's time to expose you for how green you really are and how ready Aiden Covell is to put your a** in the dirt. Best-of-five series? I don't think you'll find the will to wrestle again after Spring in the Ring."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 11:11 am
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
The sound of Imagine Dragons were blasting through the ears of AJ Warner's apprentice and student, Aiden Covell. Aiden was currently in the middle of a workout routine as his music player had been set on Random. Each song a different beat and a different rhythm that Aiden would adapt is workout to. The heavier songs were perfect for his one hundred 'snap' pushups and sit ups. The mellow songs were good for jumping jacks and lifting weights. The more slower and ambient songs, those were good for his wall sits and handstand balancing. Each exercise had it's own stretching and relaxing before and after routine in accordance. Right now however, Aiden was seen in his comfortable wear of athletic shorts and black running shoes. White ankle-height socks could be seen from the lip of the shoes while black boxers were kept out of view underneath his shorts. His wrists wore black athletic bands to sap up any sweat that dripped down his arms while he physically put his body to the test with anything Warner could give him.
It wasn't like his gym back home, but it would do for the time being. This time, AJ didn't seem to be giving Aiden any orders other than to exercise his a** off. Aiden was given more freedom to do his thing, which he appreciated. In this case, Aiden was finishing up his fifteenth run around Warner's house when he felt as if he had enough. In the distance, Aiden could see that there was a cameraman who was getting a closeup interview with Warner. Warner speaking volumes about Aiden's potential and shouting out to Jake that the victory a week ago was a fluke. Stating how it won't be easy this time around. Aiden grabbed a white towel before making his way over to where Warner was. Noting that it wasn't Warner cutting a promo, as it more or less was Warner calling Matt Shanahan for some reason. However, he seemed to be a bit angry with who was assumed to be Shanahan's personal assistant, Mindy. Oh well. Now, Aiden saw Warner walk up to the cameraman and start to preach his good word about Aiden to the masses.
Aiden stood in wait as he was just barely three feet behind Warner. Not in Warner's visible peripherals, but to a distance that Warner could hear him coming. Whether it be the shuffling of grass underneath his shoes or the cough or movement of his towel. Aiden was now using the towel to wipe off his face and arms with the other wise before draping it around his neck. Each long end of the towel resting over the top of his pectoral muscles. Aiden would wait for Warner to finish up speaking before he would slowly take more steps closer to his mentor's side and display the glisten on his skin. The sight of hard work and dedication to his craft while his muscle structure seemed to be healthy as always. Although, Aiden could tell that he was feeling much stronger now that Warner had constantly kept him putting his body on the line until Aiden was nearly collapsing. Cue that as Warner seeing that Aiden could handle it and pushing his apprentice to the brink of bodily fainting exhaustion. However, it felt good. Aiden felt good.
Waiting until Warner had fully finished speaking, now Aiden would start to make his presence clearer with a hand on Warner's shoulder. Giving a nice grip as to convey the message 'thanks for that, now let me get a word in'. He'd drop his hand from Warner's shoulder and place them both on the towel around his neck. Pulling it off his body, Aiden would fold it up and twist it in a tight squeeze to show the amount of sweat that had started to drip from the fabric in pure camera view. "Every drop of sweat. Every heave of my body. Every stilled breath. Every raise of my body temperature. Every pulse of my blood. I do this because I love what I do. No one can take this from me. No one can take wrestling from my heart and soul. Ever since I was a teenager, I've attended over a hundred wrestling live events. If you want something badly, you study it enough and become obsessed with it before you pursue it. If you want to be the best at what you do, you have to accept the trials and consequences for your actions. A loss is just one step closer to victory".
Aiden would then take the once sweat-soaked towel in his grasp and toss it over his shoulder, the shoulder opposite of where Warner was standing. He would then lace his fingers together and roll his wrists to loosen them up. Doing this almost as canonly as he had done in the ring prior to the ring bell. "The first match of this Best of Five series, you all saw Jake Roman get the best of Aiden Covell. Or so you think. It was not the best of Aiden Covell. You see, I was simply letting Jake off on a reprieve and an adjustable pace. Why? Because Jake can't handle me at my best. When I'm relentless. When I'm hungry. When I'm pissed off and when I want to put someone through hell to get the win. In order to make it in this business, you have to take losses and pay your dues. No one stays in the A-List league forever. Everyone gets knocked down a peg or two. I've paid my dues in the Indies and I'll pay my dues in Bad Blood Wrestling. But the fact of the matter is this. Aiden Covell is here to stay. Whether you like it, or not".
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