Post by Mjolnir on Sept 6, 2017 19:34:00 GMT -5
Off Camera
Several Months Ago
A dormitory room of the University of California is relatively quiet, two men on their respected beds, one laying there on his phone while the other sits patiently on his bed with his phone to his ear. Lan eyes his his roommate and rolls his eyes, smiling when he looks back at his phone and continues typing away on it. Brock, his roommate, sighs with dissatisfaction at his phone and he sets it down. Pushing off of his bed, Brock eyes out the window to the university grounds and reflects on the source of his frustrations.
"Come on, dude. Seriously."
Lan speaks up, rising up from his position on his bed and he sets his phone down on his lap. He frowns at Brock, who ignores him and keeps staring out the window.
"Have you ever thought maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you? You said he did this before, right? That your guys' dad and him had some big falling out and he ran away? Maybe something happened again, we both know your dad can be high strung."
Lan thinks back on the stories Brock's told him, along with moments he's seen for himself. As far back as Lan can recall Brock's dad was never someone you could call a laid back guy. He had very clear ideas and goals he wanted his children to achieve, the only difference between Brock and his brother is by the sounds of it his brother didn't fall in line. He'd never say it explicitly, but he'd have probably done the same.
"I don't know. It doesn't feel the same. Even when that happened he still tried to keep in touch with me."
This had been gnawing at Brock for months now, his brother disappeared off the face of the earth for a couple years. No trace of him. Only for him to suddenly resurface and compete for one of the largest wrestling promotions, and all attempts to contact him to ask him why or where he's been have been met with the same outcome. His phone goes to voicemail.
"He's never been shy about letting people know how he feels. If he was upset, he'd have let me known. Besides, if that was the case, why would he keep paying for my tuition and my books? Why wouldn't he stop?"
It hadn't been something Brock ever asked him, Brock had wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps and be a pro-wrestler, he had even gone through with being fully trained & even competed for a few years. But his older brother wanted him to follow through with their father's wishes, complete a proper college course and get a degree before continuing any career in pro-wrestling. He was so driven to have Brock complete it he had been paying for it for him dating back to when his brother was competing for the infamous NGIW.
"I don't see the problem, really. Take the free ride through here and get your degree."
Growing up in a fairly well off family, Lan didn't really understand the issue Brock was having.
"That's not the issue..."
Shaking his head, Brock's thoughts drifted back to the idea he had been bouncing around in his head for some time. The only logical way he could think of trying to get a hold of his brother if he wasn't answering his phone and if Brock couldn't get access to the backstage area of the shows the promotion was holding.
"I need to get back involved in pro-wrestling. If I can make some connections, maybe I can meet somebody that can help. Somebody out there has to be able to help me figure it out."
Closing his eyes, Brock finally said outloud the idea he had been tossing around for some time. The idea forcing Lan to sit up and eye him like he's crazy. It takes him practically a full minute before its registered in his head completely.
"Dude. Your dad will kill you if he catches even a sniff of you near a wrestling ring!"
Visions of Thomas Stanton murdering his youngest son rolled through Lan's head. He couldn't see it going any other way. Brock nods his head, the thought had already occurred to him, and he moves towards his drawer and opens it. From inside of it he pulls out a blue mask.
"Already thought about that. Got a hold of a gear maker and got this made. My dad won't suspect a thing if I'm wearing this."
Brock looks over his shoulder at Lan, gauging his reaction. A series of them play out on his features before Lan grins, shoving off of his bed and getting up onto his feet.
"Alright then! Well, if you're going to do that you're going to need a name! And, an agent! Good thing I'm a dual major in law and business! I need to call my tailor about some suits then too!"
Grinning like a shark, Lan slaps Brock on the back and he blurts out triumphantly their next courses of action! Pointing to the heavens, he tries to draw Brock's attention to the skies! After all, if his best friend of so many years was going to do this, he wasn't going to let him do it alone! Brock looking a little taken aback by all of this before smiling and shaking his head.
The two friends continue to conspire and come up with a plan.
"Come on, dude. Seriously."
Lan speaks up, rising up from his position on his bed and he sets his phone down on his lap. He frowns at Brock, who ignores him and keeps staring out the window.
"Have you ever thought maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you? You said he did this before, right? That your guys' dad and him had some big falling out and he ran away? Maybe something happened again, we both know your dad can be high strung."
Lan thinks back on the stories Brock's told him, along with moments he's seen for himself. As far back as Lan can recall Brock's dad was never someone you could call a laid back guy. He had very clear ideas and goals he wanted his children to achieve, the only difference between Brock and his brother is by the sounds of it his brother didn't fall in line. He'd never say it explicitly, but he'd have probably done the same.
"I don't know. It doesn't feel the same. Even when that happened he still tried to keep in touch with me."
This had been gnawing at Brock for months now, his brother disappeared off the face of the earth for a couple years. No trace of him. Only for him to suddenly resurface and compete for one of the largest wrestling promotions, and all attempts to contact him to ask him why or where he's been have been met with the same outcome. His phone goes to voicemail.
"He's never been shy about letting people know how he feels. If he was upset, he'd have let me known. Besides, if that was the case, why would he keep paying for my tuition and my books? Why wouldn't he stop?"
It hadn't been something Brock ever asked him, Brock had wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps and be a pro-wrestler, he had even gone through with being fully trained & even competed for a few years. But his older brother wanted him to follow through with their father's wishes, complete a proper college course and get a degree before continuing any career in pro-wrestling. He was so driven to have Brock complete it he had been paying for it for him dating back to when his brother was competing for the infamous NGIW.
"I don't see the problem, really. Take the free ride through here and get your degree."
Growing up in a fairly well off family, Lan didn't really understand the issue Brock was having.
"That's not the issue..."
Shaking his head, Brock's thoughts drifted back to the idea he had been bouncing around in his head for some time. The only logical way he could think of trying to get a hold of his brother if he wasn't answering his phone and if Brock couldn't get access to the backstage area of the shows the promotion was holding.
"I need to get back involved in pro-wrestling. If I can make some connections, maybe I can meet somebody that can help. Somebody out there has to be able to help me figure it out."
Closing his eyes, Brock finally said outloud the idea he had been tossing around for some time. The idea forcing Lan to sit up and eye him like he's crazy. It takes him practically a full minute before its registered in his head completely.
"Dude. Your dad will kill you if he catches even a sniff of you near a wrestling ring!"
Visions of Thomas Stanton murdering his youngest son rolled through Lan's head. He couldn't see it going any other way. Brock nods his head, the thought had already occurred to him, and he moves towards his drawer and opens it. From inside of it he pulls out a blue mask.
"Already thought about that. Got a hold of a gear maker and got this made. My dad won't suspect a thing if I'm wearing this."
Brock looks over his shoulder at Lan, gauging his reaction. A series of them play out on his features before Lan grins, shoving off of his bed and getting up onto his feet.
"Alright then! Well, if you're going to do that you're going to need a name! And, an agent! Good thing I'm a dual major in law and business! I need to call my tailor about some suits then too!"
Grinning like a shark, Lan slaps Brock on the back and he blurts out triumphantly their next courses of action! Pointing to the heavens, he tries to draw Brock's attention to the skies! After all, if his best friend of so many years was going to do this, he wasn't going to let him do it alone! Brock looking a little taken aback by all of this before smiling and shaking his head.
The two friends continue to conspire and come up with a plan.