Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 11:55:33 GMT -6
// Peterson Wrestling Academy //
Friday 11th July, 2014.
Missouri, Kansas City.
Paul Peterson: "We've finally done."
I stood in the center of the four sided ring, looking around the room in amazement standing alongside my brother. Both of us were dressed in our business suits as earlier on in the day we had to finalize the opening of the PW Academy. A smile was plastered on my brothers face as he turned to my direction, embracing me with a warm hug out of pride.
James Peterson: "Our very own wrestling facility. Round the corner our very own academy house for the students as well as us. This is all falling into place Paul, everything is falling into place."
I stood in the center of the four sided ring, looking around the room in amazement standing alongside my brother. Both of us were dressed in our business suits as earlier on in the day we had to finalize the opening of the PW Academy. A smile was plastered on my brothers face as he turned to my direction, embracing me with a warm hug out of pride.
James Peterson: "Our very own wrestling facility. Round the corner our very own academy house for the students as well as us. This is all falling into place Paul, everything is falling into place."
Taking a step backwards, I leaned against the Grey ring ropes - hands in my pockets, smile still on my face whilst my brother paced back and forth up and down the ring, his facial expression of amazement slowly deteriorating and turning into concern.
James Peterson: "All we are missing now are the students... they should have arrived at the house by now, in fact they should have arrived half an hour ago."
Paul Peterson: "Relax James, I'm sure they're find and are making their way over to the facility. I'm sure of it, brother of mine. Relax your mind and embrace the beauty we have created. Look at this place."
Once again I rotated myself around three hundred and sixty degrees, my arms spread out wide and my smile still embedded on my face. I couldn't help but smile, you see opening this academy was all me and my brother had ever dreamed of.
James Peterson: "You'e right, we should marvel at the beauty of this place. But what's the point of opening it, when you have no students?!"
Paul Peterson: "You're squabbling like a child again."
James Peterson: "I'm sorry that I'm not as relaxed as you. I'm just concerned. Bloody hell what's taking them so long - I hope they received the emails and texts about this morning.
We waited around for another half hour, testing the gym equipment that was scattered around the room, before our first student arrived. Walking into the room was a six foot tall young man, dressed in Grey jogging bottoms, a white t-shirt, all white huaraches and a snapback over his head. He had bags in both hands and looked tired as he slowly walked towards us. Dropping his bags, he introduced himself.
Michael Swanson: "I'm eh - here for the academy. Sorry I'm late. I'm not sure if you remember me, you guys scouted me like six months ago.. but eh, I'm Mike -"
Paul Peterson: "Michael Swanson. Very nice to see you again my good friend. Of course we remember you. We saw you wrestle at a house show and I must say, we were very impressed thus why you are here today, because you're very good. But I must say, you look exhausted and fatigued. Have you recently been in competition?"
Michael Swanson: "I had to wrestle last night in a battle royal match. As soon as it finished I made my way over here from Japan.. I'm sorry I'm late - I'm literally half dead... I must be the last guy here, shit."
James Peterson: "Actually Michael you're the first student to arrive. It appears that everyone is late to this mornings session. And eh, why didn't you drop your bags at the house?
Michael Swanson: "I figured that I was late and I didn't want to make myself anymore late, so I literally ran from the taxi that dropped me off at the house, to here."
Me and James both looked at each other, impressed with the attitude of our first student, Michael Swanson.
James Peterson: "All we are missing now are the students... they should have arrived at the house by now, in fact they should have arrived half an hour ago."
Paul Peterson: "Relax James, I'm sure they're find and are making their way over to the facility. I'm sure of it, brother of mine. Relax your mind and embrace the beauty we have created. Look at this place."
Once again I rotated myself around three hundred and sixty degrees, my arms spread out wide and my smile still embedded on my face. I couldn't help but smile, you see opening this academy was all me and my brother had ever dreamed of.
James Peterson: "You'e right, we should marvel at the beauty of this place. But what's the point of opening it, when you have no students?!"
Paul Peterson: "You're squabbling like a child again."
James Peterson: "I'm sorry that I'm not as relaxed as you. I'm just concerned. Bloody hell what's taking them so long - I hope they received the emails and texts about this morning.
We waited around for another half hour, testing the gym equipment that was scattered around the room, before our first student arrived. Walking into the room was a six foot tall young man, dressed in Grey jogging bottoms, a white t-shirt, all white huaraches and a snapback over his head. He had bags in both hands and looked tired as he slowly walked towards us. Dropping his bags, he introduced himself.
Michael Swanson: "I'm eh - here for the academy. Sorry I'm late. I'm not sure if you remember me, you guys scouted me like six months ago.. but eh, I'm Mike -"
Paul Peterson: "Michael Swanson. Very nice to see you again my good friend. Of course we remember you. We saw you wrestle at a house show and I must say, we were very impressed thus why you are here today, because you're very good. But I must say, you look exhausted and fatigued. Have you recently been in competition?"
Michael Swanson: "I had to wrestle last night in a battle royal match. As soon as it finished I made my way over here from Japan.. I'm sorry I'm late - I'm literally half dead... I must be the last guy here, shit."
James Peterson: "Actually Michael you're the first student to arrive. It appears that everyone is late to this mornings session. And eh, why didn't you drop your bags at the house?
Michael Swanson: "I figured that I was late and I didn't want to make myself anymore late, so I literally ran from the taxi that dropped me off at the house, to here."
Me and James both looked at each other, impressed with the attitude of our first student, Michael Swanson.
Name: Michael Swanson
Nickname: The Orchestrator of Anarchy
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Age: 23
Picture Base: TJ Perkins
Alignment: Face
Height: 6’0
Weight: 212lbs
Gimmick: Young, fresh wrestler who was trained by both James Peterson and Paul Peterson. Swanson is a confident quick superstar who alternates between serious and funny during his matches, as he mocks his opponents - however before they can do anything about it, he is off like a rocket because of his speed. Has a temper and throws a tamtrum once and a while, if things don’t go his way. When he is in an angry mood - he takes out his anger on his opponents, with hard hitting strikes and instead of a high flying display, he shows his inner beast.
Nickname: The Orchestrator of Anarchy
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Age: 23
Picture Base: TJ Perkins
Alignment: Face
Height: 6’0
Weight: 212lbs
Gimmick: Young, fresh wrestler who was trained by both James Peterson and Paul Peterson. Swanson is a confident quick superstar who alternates between serious and funny during his matches, as he mocks his opponents - however before they can do anything about it, he is off like a rocket because of his speed. Has a temper and throws a tamtrum once and a while, if things don’t go his way. When he is in an angry mood - he takes out his anger on his opponents, with hard hitting strikes and instead of a high flying display, he shows his inner beast.
