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Post by Bryan Kennedy on Jun 6, 2014 19:19:06 GMT
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Post by Kyle Lyons on Jun 6, 2014 22:49:05 GMT
HEART OF A LION
Chapter I 2012The pain was blinding. Kyle Lyons fell to the floor, holding his left knee, knowing that something was wrong. The hulking figure stood before him, readying to deliver another baseball bat shot similar to the one he had just delivered to Lyons’ knee, before security wrestled him away from Kyle. MUERTE, was the name of the masked man with the baseball bat, and he had been on a rampage unlike anything Kyle had ever seen. LWA, Kyle’s first shot at professional wrestling, had been on alert following the arrival of the monster MUERTE. Lyons just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The medical staff arrived quickly, the head doctor responding to Kyle’s injury. She shifted the knee-cap left to right, making sure that it wasn’t dislocated. It wasn’t, much to Kyle’s relief. But, when the doctor tried to bend his leg towards his chest, Kyle almost passed out from the pain. ‘A torn ACL’, she said, ‘at the very least’.
Kyle’s hopes crashed to the ground. He wasn’t sure what that meant for his wrestling career, but he had known competitors far better, and far stronger, than he who had never returned from such a brutal injury.
Quickly, he was loaded into the ambulance, heading towards the nearest local hospital. There, he was diagnosed with a torn ACL and a bruised knee-cap. ‘It could’ve been much worse’, the doctor told him, ‘but it’s still going to take a while to recover’.
Two weeks later, Kyle received a message from LWA saying that they had run out of funding, and would be closing the doors as a result. Under the insurance policy, however, they would pay for all of Lyons’ medical bills regarding the injury sustained during the LWA event. That was the last Kyle heard from the entire wrestling world.Two years later…The heat of the South Florida sun was beginning to become ridiculous. Being from Canada, Kyle wasn’t used to such intense temperatures. The air holding a moisture that made breathing feel like inhaling air through a wet washcloth. It was, however, the best spot to help build endurance. If you can survive rigorous activity in the South Florida humidity, you could do it anywhere in the world.
At least, that’s what the brochure had told him when he had inquired into joining The Spartan Athletic Training Company.
He had arrived at Spartan Athletic a few weeks ago, staying at a nearby hotel, hoping to get into shape for a shot at a wrestling gig. Spartan Athletic was made, however, to build MMA fighters, not professional wrestlers, so the looks, and questions, Kyle got were obvious they thought down about his line of combat sport. Kyle just shrugged off the questions, and concerns, however, stating that a well-rounded training program could really boost his game (and potential for a job opening) more than anything else, as far as training goes.
That wasn’t why Kyle signed up for Spartan Athletic, however.
Earlier this month, Lyons received an intriguing phone call from his agent. There would be a company opening up, a small place, in Missouri. The company had deep roots already, though, spreading all the way through the well-known UWL inter-promotion wrestling company. If, and this was a big if, his knee checked out and he passed a physical, there could very well be a spot for Lyons on the roster.
Kyle realized that this was his one chance. His chance to redeem himself. His chance to push his body to the limits, and realize his dreams. This was his chance to make it.Last week…The phone buzzed across the nightstand beside of Kyle’s bed. Like a large plastic bug, it skittered across the wooden surface and fell onto the floor, make a thud onto the wooden floorboards of Kyle’s home. Lyons shot up, the covers falling off of him. This could be it… This could be his moment.
He grabbed the phone of the floor, glancing at the illuminated face. A phone number he didn’t recognize. From Missouri!”Hel… Hello?”The voice on the other end was a female, bright and colorful.”Hi there, Mr. Lyons?””Yeah, this is Kyle Lyons…””Great! My name is Leslie Armstrong, I’m calling on behalf of your application to Missouri Wrestling Experience, a subsidiary of the United Wrestling League.””Okay…””Well, Mr. Lyons, we’ve gone over your application, and it seems that everything is in order. I will admit, however, the ACL injury has us scared.”Kyle’s stomach turned to a knot. This was it. Another of these phone calls. ‘Thanks for asking, but no thanks’.”But, on the other hand, we watched some work that you did for the LWA, your previous wrestling organization, and we have to admit, we’re impressed with what we seen. So, here’s the deal. I’d like to set up a small work-out. We’ll pay your expenses to come out, and we’ll put you through a small conditioning workout to see where you are in the ring, and we’ll put you through a physical with our head doctors. How does that sound?”Kyle felt as if he could fly.--- ”Wrestling is a funny business. It’s the ultimate sport. You can only rely on what you do in the ring. There is no help. There is no outside motivation. You get out what you put into it. Sometimes that doesn’t work out, for whatever reason. Maybe you didn’t want it as bad as you thought you did. Maybe you had the passion once, but lost it after a short time. Maybe you’ve won the gold, and now you no longer are chasing that carrot on a stick. Or, maybe, you were forced out by an injury.
Wrestling also is a ‘one and done’ type sport. You’re given a chance to shine, and if you don’t, well, there’s not going to be much room for you. There are others out there, just a hungry. Younger, stronger, faster. Who the fans like more. Who management likes more. Wrestling is unforgiving.
My name is Kyle Lyons, and I’ve been given a second chance.
I know most of you have no idea who I am, where I’m from, what I’m about. Which is understandable. I come from Toronto, wrestling there in small circuits. I finally got noticed by the big leagues, joining up with a small promotion called the Legacy Wrestling Alliance. My time there was brief, however, as was most others. A monster that called himself MUERTE rampaged through the backstage area of the LWA on the very first card, taking out anyone who stood in his way. Unfortunately for me, I was one of those who stood in his way.
Have you ever been hit with a baseball bat? I have. And let me tell you, it hurts like hell.
It’s nothing like the gangster movies. When you get hit in the knee with a baseball bat, you feel it. You don’t fight through the pain. You don’t try to be the bigger man. You howl.
It was that very same baseball bat that almost ended my wrestling career. For two years, I’ve waited on the sidelines, preparing myself to get back into the ring. I’ve watched. I’ve waited. I’ve learned. And I’ve bettered myself as a wrestler. But all the while, I didn’t know if I would even have a place in wrestling again.
Until last week.
I picked up the phone, and my dream of wrestling had been brought back to within grasp. I could feel it. Taste it. Smell it. I wanted it with every fiber of my being.
Missouri Wrestling Experience has given me a chance to redeem myself. Has given me an opportunity for a second chance. Not only have they given me the ability to chase my dream back into the squared circle, but they’ve placed their faith in me so much, that they’ve put me in the Main Event.
The Main Event, can you imagine that?
I’ve gone from not knowing my future. To my name in the lights.
Since the MWE is a new promotion, it’s hard to know what’s going to happen. I know almost nothing about my opponent, CJK, but I hope he knows the want I have in me for this match. The fight that I’ll bring. Because when I step into the ring, I’m going to show the world I have what it takes to compete. I’m going to show the world that I belong in professional wrestling, proving all of those nay-sayers wrong.
I’m going to prove that I have the heart of a lion.” |
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