Post by Van Quinn on Sept 16, 2016 2:05:12 GMT
In college football the big teams that draw the most money will occasionally play the lower level division one college teams in order to ‘warm up’ for the rest of their season. Usually what follows is a horrendous blow out victory where the more prominent university walks through their competition simply by going through the motion.
However, on rare occasion the larger university will suffer an upset because they over look their opponent. Unfortunately the upset loss was the fate of Van Quinn, he saw the lottery draw and looked at his opponent as nothing more than a warm up for the big stage later on in the night. Instead of being the powerhouse that he is used to he found himself watching the rest of the show from backstage as Aidan won the Heavyweight Championship.
His focus was off and he was more worried about being the star of the show than he was about trying to figure out how he was going to beat his opponent – not to mention Ernie Parker decided to stack the deck against him by throwing the rule book out and playing to the strengths of Van's opponent. Most tend to learn from their failures, but instead of studying up on Ash, Van is buried in his phone.
Sitting on a wood bench surrounded by blue lockers, the only muscle working is in Van’s brain as he fires back twitter replies to the man who runs Livewire.
“HA! Take that you saggy sacked fuck!”, he holds his phone out after pressing send on another insulting line that he fit in under 140 characters, “I bet he won't have anything to-“
PING
His phone sounds off in the middle of his sentence and Van brings it close to his face as the tight shot watches his eyes read from left to right, “Mother. Fucker.”
Ernie got him again. First at Livewire, and now a viciously written verbal tirade. Phone in hand he stares off without focus. Trying to rack his brain for more 'elderly' insults he turns to bury his face back into his phone
SWWAAT
Before his fingers can lash out at his boss his phone flies across the room and Van jumps up from the bench and watches it hit the wall, “WHAT THE FUCK MA-“
He's cut off mid sentence as he comes face to face with Coach Smith. His college coach, who’s career was ended after Van's discrepancies were found to be covered up. Coach's weathered face scowls at Van within inches from his face.
“Did you think I wasn't going to find out you jumped into another company without me? You fucking OWE me Quinn. You owe me big and I'm not going to watch you sit here like an asshole internet tough guy putting yourself in an insurmountable position by attacking your boss.”
Van's stern stare softens as he stares at the ground, “I-“
“YOU WHAT VAN?! You embarrassed yourself and anyone who ever put on a fucking football jersey. You embarrassed me, you embarrassed your former teammates.” Coach Smith takes his visor off and puts his hand on Van's shoulder, “You're going about this all wrong.”
Van shrugs his shoulders, “I dragged you to Engage and it folded. I didn't think you'd come back to help me again.”
“I'm not doing this because I WANT to Quinn. I'm going this because for some godforsaken reason I'll forever be tied to your name. I can't go anywhere without people asking me how you're doing and I'll be damned if I'm going to tell them that you're slumming it in NYC like some kickable bum.”, Coach Smith turns away from Van towards the door, “I'll see you in the gym.”
Van picks his phone up as Coach Smith leaves the locker room, “I'm not a fucking embarrassment. I took Dick lightly last week.. wait..”, he squints, “NOT LIKE THAT. DAMNIT. I was set up by old man Parker and at Livewire Ash, I'm going to prove that the only reason you walked out as the champion is because I wasn't in that match. Dick advanced but he fell short because that's what he does. He doesn't RISE to the occasion like true Alphas do. Even an Alpha suffers defeat, but it's in that moment when an alpha steps his fucking game up and becomes larger than the moment. I'm larger than EOW. Ernie knows it, the roster knows it, and at Livewire you'll know it's GAMETIME BABY. WOO!”
