Post by Declan Prescott on Jun 29, 2010 19:21:10 GMT -5
The cool, night breeze ran over Declan Prescott's skin, causing him to sigh with pleasure. He lay against the trunk of the tree, admiring the stars with his eyes and the sound of leaves shuffling and insects chirping with his ears. He tasted the sweetness in the fresh wind and could smell a plethora of delightful, mossy aromas around him. But the coolness of the night tingling his entire body from the tip of his toes to the top of his head was by far, the most comforting of all the physical sensations we was experiencing.
"What a night?" he whispered and could all but feel the night breeze, whisking his words across the world.
No one answered. He hadn't expected them to. He found aloneness, apparently, more comforting than most. When he was alone, his mind relaxed, his thoughts loosened and his head cleared. When he was alone he was what he was - Declan Prescott.
"The greatest wrestler of all time."
He grinned at his own words and was then overcome with a fit of hysterical giggling. Unable to control himself, he emptied the laughter from his lungs in a violent spasm.
"YOU HEAR ME?!" he screamed to no one in particular, still laughing hysterically. "THE GREATEST EVER!"
He was greeted with only the swaying of leaves in the cold air.
"Must have scared the bugs away."
Declan chuckled and rose to his feet. He flicked some small pieces of bark from his backside and began strolling through the trees. He soon came into a large clearing, paved with tar. There were three cars spread evenly around the parking lot and Declan sighed, as all three of them were rocking back and forth.
"I didn't think he'd last this long."
Declan turned back to the tree line, but suddenly stopped. His watch was beeping loudly, indicating the alarm had gone off. He sighed and hesitantly made his way towards the middle car. He smashed a fist into the roof, causing a noticeable dent and then shouted at the top of his lungs.
"IT'S TIME GO, WHITE!"
"FUCK OFF!!!" a loud, gruff voice emanated from the car.
Declan sighed again and then casually strolled back to the trees. He stopped in front of a large, fallen branch and picked it up. The piece of wood was heavy in his hands and he groaned loudly, as he heaved it back to the car.
"LAST CHANCE!" he bellowed.
The only reply he received was that of two voices - one deep and one a feminine squeal - moaning loudly. He rolled his eyes and swung the branch full force into the driver's seat window. The glass shattered and a loud scream erupted from the car. Declan dropped the branch where he stood, unlocked the door and swung it open. He slumped into the driver's seat and turned the key, which was still in the ignition.
"Time to go love birds," he said, without casting a glance at the backseat. He knew full well what unseemly scene awaited him, if he did.
"Fuck, Declan!" the gruff voice spat in response. "I can't stop now!"
"You don't have a choice."
Declan buckled his seatbelt, before slamming the front door shut and kicking the car into reverse. It screeched loudly and thrust backwards, as Declan spun the front wheel. The car turned, throwing the unready passengers in the back seat straight to the ground.
"OW!!" the girl screamed.
"GIVE US TWO SECONDS, DECLAN!" the man roared.
"No," Declan stated. "I suggest you have your clothes on by the time we're there. I'm not waiting for you any longer."
Declan smashed the car into full thrust and it sped rapidly down the road and away from the car park, with it's two still rocking vehicles. Declan flicked the radio on to break the awkward silence and continued charging down the deserted strip for what seemed like an eternity.
The car screeched to a halt in front of the high school, basketball gymnasium. The front door opened and Declan Prescott leaped to solid ground. He instantly felt himself beginning to sweat at the sight of Jeremy Sprocket and Daniel Hanson standing to the side of the building's back entrance. He sprinted towards the pair and his stomach dropped, as he saw the fiery gaze of stern disappointment in his mentor's eyes.
"Where have you been?!" his teacher commanded.
"Wasn't my fault," Declan panted, desperately attempting to catch his breath. "It was Kane. He was with this girl and -"
"Excuses are for those who know they have failed."
"I know," Declan replied, still struggling for air. "And I did. But it was because of Kane -"
"Who know they have failed, Declan," the man replied, anger ebbing into the edges of his voice.
"My match?!" Declan pleaded, indirectly admitting his defeat. "Did I -"
"You're set to go on in four minutes. I suggest you hurry."
"Absolutely."
Declan bowed humbly before his teacher, before tapping Daniel on the shoulder, as he entered the gymnasium. As the door swung closed behind him, he heard Daniel speak.
"What are we going to do about -"
The sentence was cut short, as the door slammed shut. Declan sternly fought the temptation to hear the conversation, knowing full well he didn't have the time. He dashed toward the promoter, who gave him a most scornful glance.
"I was afraid you wouldn't show," the nasally voice of the elderly man hissed.
"I'd never miss a show," Declan assured him.
"Then don't miss it. You're on."
Decan bowed a second time and muttered some words of thanks. He then dashed through the curtain and down to the ring. He had made it to his match on time. He would never miss the thrill. Not ever.
The show was over and the fans were slowly filing out of the arena, all buzzing with excitement and discussing their favourite parts of the event. Declan was slumped in a chair around the corner, wiping his sweat soaked body down with a damp cloth and could hear everything that his recent audience spoke.
"I don't care what people say about Batista, Kane White has the best spine buster in the business."
"That Dmitry Vega, I can see him going to work for the big company one day. The guy's skills are amazing."
"Sprocket may be getting on in years, but he's still one of the best wrestlers alive today."
"Did you see that moonsault by The Great Brandon?! That was insane!"
"Jeez, McSkinny entertains me. You see the way he took that power bomb through that table? That was nuts! Few guys could take a beating like that and come back for more!"
"I see so much potential in Declan Prescott."
Declan's ears pricked.
"Totally, man. He's the total package and could really go far if he takes the business more seriously."
Declan clenched his teeth and felt one chip.
"I agree. I mean, the guy was sweating before he even made it to the ring. He just needs to focus and he'll be able to go as far as he wants."
Declan angrily pelted the cloth at the wall and pounced to his feet. He stormed toward a large, open room, where the majority of the wrestlers were congregating.
"Prescott," Vega said. "Good match tonight man, although you seemed a little slop -"
Declan brushed Vega to the side and marched toward Kane White, who was doing up his shirt. He saw Declan approaching at the last moment, but it was too late. Declan already had one hand around Kane's throat and was pinning his chest to the wall, with his free arm. Jeremy took a step toward the pair, but stopped, as Declan shouted.
"Please!" he spat. "Don't come any closer!"
"What the hell are you doing?!" Kane gasped, struggling for air.
"Listen to me," Declan hissed into Kane's face. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt! I let you go play bad boy on your latest slut, because I've been trying to get on your good side! Not because I like you - fuck knows, I can't stand you - but I know that our teacher hates seeing us fight! So out of respect for him, I went out of my way and tried to cut you some slack, when you've done nothing to earn it!!"
"Declan," Daniel spoke. "Maybe you should -"
Daniel instantly stopped speaking, as Jeremy placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. Jeremy shook his head calmly and Daniel understood he was not permitted to speak at that moment.
"But when you start interrupting my work schedule," Declan spat, the veins in his head pulsating with anger and his face turning a bright, furious red. "Then you have gone too far! I don't care what you do with your time outside the ring, but if it EVER disrupts my time again... you are going to live to regret it."
Declan tossed Kane White to the ground, before turning vehemently to Jeremy.
"Master," he said, his tone calmer, but still just as dangerous. "I ask that I not have to car pool with this man any longer! He's unreliable, selfish, undedicat -"
"Denied," Jeremy said, flatly.
"What?!" Declan hissed through grinding teeth. "Why?!"
"Your anger and innocence blinds you, Declan," Jeremy said. "I know you can't see it now, but the two of you need each other."
"THAT'S COMPLETE BULLSHI -"
Declan fell silent and cast his gaze to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, awkwardly. "I know you only want what's best for me."
"Ha!" Jeremy laughed, amused at the forced nature of Declan's words. "I know it pains you. You just have to trust that I know what's best for you."
"I do," Declan replied. His voice was now completely void of anger, replaced by humbled honesty.
"You're a good student," Jeremy spoke, placing a hand gently on Declan's shoulder.
"Thankyo -"
Declan's words were cut off, as his gym bag began beeping. His watch alram had been activated once more. He gasped, dashed toward the bag, slung it over his shoulder and raced for the exit.
"Your date?!" Daniel called after him. "With the Laundromat girl?!"
"THAT'S RIGH -"
Declan's words were drowned by silence yet again, as the back door of the building swung shut.
"He has a date," Daniel mused.
"I grow concerned," Jeremy replied, helping the struggling White to his feet.
"Why?" Daniel said. "He needs to let loose and have some fun. I was starting to think he might be gay."
"A fire burns within him," Jeremy spoke. "It drives him. Motivates him to achieve his dream. I fear he may become distracted."
"It's just one date," Dmitry retorted. "How can that hurt, Jeremy?"
"Declan is one that is easily consumed," the teacher stated. "He is dedicated solely to being the best wrestler of all time. His mind and body are fuelled to achieve this dream. A woman... may add fuel to his soul, also."
"What's wrong with that?" Daniel inquired. "Maybe he'll lighten up a bit."
"When a fire burns too strongly," Jeremy replied. "It becomes uncontrollable."
"What a night?" he whispered and could all but feel the night breeze, whisking his words across the world.
No one answered. He hadn't expected them to. He found aloneness, apparently, more comforting than most. When he was alone, his mind relaxed, his thoughts loosened and his head cleared. When he was alone he was what he was - Declan Prescott.
"The greatest wrestler of all time."
He grinned at his own words and was then overcome with a fit of hysterical giggling. Unable to control himself, he emptied the laughter from his lungs in a violent spasm.
"YOU HEAR ME?!" he screamed to no one in particular, still laughing hysterically. "THE GREATEST EVER!"
He was greeted with only the swaying of leaves in the cold air.
"Must have scared the bugs away."
Declan chuckled and rose to his feet. He flicked some small pieces of bark from his backside and began strolling through the trees. He soon came into a large clearing, paved with tar. There were three cars spread evenly around the parking lot and Declan sighed, as all three of them were rocking back and forth.
"I didn't think he'd last this long."
Declan turned back to the tree line, but suddenly stopped. His watch was beeping loudly, indicating the alarm had gone off. He sighed and hesitantly made his way towards the middle car. He smashed a fist into the roof, causing a noticeable dent and then shouted at the top of his lungs.
"IT'S TIME GO, WHITE!"
"FUCK OFF!!!" a loud, gruff voice emanated from the car.
Declan sighed again and then casually strolled back to the trees. He stopped in front of a large, fallen branch and picked it up. The piece of wood was heavy in his hands and he groaned loudly, as he heaved it back to the car.
"LAST CHANCE!" he bellowed.
The only reply he received was that of two voices - one deep and one a feminine squeal - moaning loudly. He rolled his eyes and swung the branch full force into the driver's seat window. The glass shattered and a loud scream erupted from the car. Declan dropped the branch where he stood, unlocked the door and swung it open. He slumped into the driver's seat and turned the key, which was still in the ignition.
"Time to go love birds," he said, without casting a glance at the backseat. He knew full well what unseemly scene awaited him, if he did.
"Fuck, Declan!" the gruff voice spat in response. "I can't stop now!"
"You don't have a choice."
Declan buckled his seatbelt, before slamming the front door shut and kicking the car into reverse. It screeched loudly and thrust backwards, as Declan spun the front wheel. The car turned, throwing the unready passengers in the back seat straight to the ground.
"OW!!" the girl screamed.
"GIVE US TWO SECONDS, DECLAN!" the man roared.
"No," Declan stated. "I suggest you have your clothes on by the time we're there. I'm not waiting for you any longer."
Declan smashed the car into full thrust and it sped rapidly down the road and away from the car park, with it's two still rocking vehicles. Declan flicked the radio on to break the awkward silence and continued charging down the deserted strip for what seemed like an eternity.
* * * * *
The car screeched to a halt in front of the high school, basketball gymnasium. The front door opened and Declan Prescott leaped to solid ground. He instantly felt himself beginning to sweat at the sight of Jeremy Sprocket and Daniel Hanson standing to the side of the building's back entrance. He sprinted towards the pair and his stomach dropped, as he saw the fiery gaze of stern disappointment in his mentor's eyes.
"Where have you been?!" his teacher commanded.
"Wasn't my fault," Declan panted, desperately attempting to catch his breath. "It was Kane. He was with this girl and -"
"Excuses are for those who know they have failed."
"I know," Declan replied, still struggling for air. "And I did. But it was because of Kane -"
"Who know they have failed, Declan," the man replied, anger ebbing into the edges of his voice.
"My match?!" Declan pleaded, indirectly admitting his defeat. "Did I -"
"You're set to go on in four minutes. I suggest you hurry."
"Absolutely."
Declan bowed humbly before his teacher, before tapping Daniel on the shoulder, as he entered the gymnasium. As the door swung closed behind him, he heard Daniel speak.
"What are we going to do about -"
The sentence was cut short, as the door slammed shut. Declan sternly fought the temptation to hear the conversation, knowing full well he didn't have the time. He dashed toward the promoter, who gave him a most scornful glance.
"I was afraid you wouldn't show," the nasally voice of the elderly man hissed.
"I'd never miss a show," Declan assured him.
"Then don't miss it. You're on."
Decan bowed a second time and muttered some words of thanks. He then dashed through the curtain and down to the ring. He had made it to his match on time. He would never miss the thrill. Not ever.
* * * * *
The show was over and the fans were slowly filing out of the arena, all buzzing with excitement and discussing their favourite parts of the event. Declan was slumped in a chair around the corner, wiping his sweat soaked body down with a damp cloth and could hear everything that his recent audience spoke.
"I don't care what people say about Batista, Kane White has the best spine buster in the business."
"That Dmitry Vega, I can see him going to work for the big company one day. The guy's skills are amazing."
"Sprocket may be getting on in years, but he's still one of the best wrestlers alive today."
"Did you see that moonsault by The Great Brandon?! That was insane!"
"Jeez, McSkinny entertains me. You see the way he took that power bomb through that table? That was nuts! Few guys could take a beating like that and come back for more!"
"I see so much potential in Declan Prescott."
Declan's ears pricked.
"Totally, man. He's the total package and could really go far if he takes the business more seriously."
Declan clenched his teeth and felt one chip.
"I agree. I mean, the guy was sweating before he even made it to the ring. He just needs to focus and he'll be able to go as far as he wants."
Declan angrily pelted the cloth at the wall and pounced to his feet. He stormed toward a large, open room, where the majority of the wrestlers were congregating.
"Prescott," Vega said. "Good match tonight man, although you seemed a little slop -"
Declan brushed Vega to the side and marched toward Kane White, who was doing up his shirt. He saw Declan approaching at the last moment, but it was too late. Declan already had one hand around Kane's throat and was pinning his chest to the wall, with his free arm. Jeremy took a step toward the pair, but stopped, as Declan shouted.
"Please!" he spat. "Don't come any closer!"
"What the hell are you doing?!" Kane gasped, struggling for air.
"Listen to me," Declan hissed into Kane's face. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt! I let you go play bad boy on your latest slut, because I've been trying to get on your good side! Not because I like you - fuck knows, I can't stand you - but I know that our teacher hates seeing us fight! So out of respect for him, I went out of my way and tried to cut you some slack, when you've done nothing to earn it!!"
"Declan," Daniel spoke. "Maybe you should -"
Daniel instantly stopped speaking, as Jeremy placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. Jeremy shook his head calmly and Daniel understood he was not permitted to speak at that moment.
"But when you start interrupting my work schedule," Declan spat, the veins in his head pulsating with anger and his face turning a bright, furious red. "Then you have gone too far! I don't care what you do with your time outside the ring, but if it EVER disrupts my time again... you are going to live to regret it."
Declan tossed Kane White to the ground, before turning vehemently to Jeremy.
"Master," he said, his tone calmer, but still just as dangerous. "I ask that I not have to car pool with this man any longer! He's unreliable, selfish, undedicat -"
"Denied," Jeremy said, flatly.
"What?!" Declan hissed through grinding teeth. "Why?!"
"Your anger and innocence blinds you, Declan," Jeremy said. "I know you can't see it now, but the two of you need each other."
"THAT'S COMPLETE BULLSHI -"
Declan fell silent and cast his gaze to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, awkwardly. "I know you only want what's best for me."
"Ha!" Jeremy laughed, amused at the forced nature of Declan's words. "I know it pains you. You just have to trust that I know what's best for you."
"I do," Declan replied. His voice was now completely void of anger, replaced by humbled honesty.
"You're a good student," Jeremy spoke, placing a hand gently on Declan's shoulder.
"Thankyo -"
Declan's words were cut off, as his gym bag began beeping. His watch alram had been activated once more. He gasped, dashed toward the bag, slung it over his shoulder and raced for the exit.
"Your date?!" Daniel called after him. "With the Laundromat girl?!"
"THAT'S RIGH -"
Declan's words were drowned by silence yet again, as the back door of the building swung shut.
"He has a date," Daniel mused.
"I grow concerned," Jeremy replied, helping the struggling White to his feet.
"Why?" Daniel said. "He needs to let loose and have some fun. I was starting to think he might be gay."
"A fire burns within him," Jeremy spoke. "It drives him. Motivates him to achieve his dream. I fear he may become distracted."
"It's just one date," Dmitry retorted. "How can that hurt, Jeremy?"
"Declan is one that is easily consumed," the teacher stated. "He is dedicated solely to being the best wrestler of all time. His mind and body are fuelled to achieve this dream. A woman... may add fuel to his soul, also."
"What's wrong with that?" Daniel inquired. "Maybe he'll lighten up a bit."
"When a fire burns too strongly," Jeremy replied. "It becomes uncontrollable."
