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[Opponent: Sean Hunter] I gave her a kiss on the cheek, my eyes still adapting to the sunlight which had shone through our kitchen window. The coffee's scent seemed rather intense this morning, I guess a lot like my attitude. These past few weeks I've been on edge, awaiting for the tournament known as the Roughkut Invitational. It was only until the second time the Roughkut Invitational had rolled around until I noticed what the hype was all about, and personally, I didn't see myself fit for that year. Now, the third Invitational had arrived and I've found myself overly worked up for the event.
l| ??? |l 'Morning sexy...
She replied as I pulled away, feeling her cheeks begin to widen, outstretched from her beautiful smile. Her name? Sasha. She was a colleague of mine who happened to work at the same high school that I worked at. She was a drama teacher, myself teaching English, and we both had passion for what we did. Sasha is currently trying to pick up a good position in the modeling industry, but I've given her some time to relax. My wrestling career has given me more money than I can spend and she seems like the perfect girl for me, even if it costs me a few dollars every now and then.
l| Patrick |l 'Morning.
l| Sasha |l So you got your bags packed?
l| Patrick |l Of course. I have plenty of time before I leave though...
l| Sasha |l I wish you didn't have to go. You shouldn't be able to. Now you have some innocent substitute to fill in for your English class.
l| Patrick |l Hold on, I have a surprise for you...
I reached into the front pocket of my pajamas, already aware she'd bring up a conversation much like this. I couldn't help but smile as I pulled out two plane tickets and exposed them to her, placing them on the counter in front of us. Reluctantly, she almost spilled her coffee reaching for a ticket, her eyes gleaming heavily in joy. She hopped up off the stool, quickly walking around the counter carefully and placing her arms around my neck and shoulder, barely being able to control her body's actions.
l| Sasha |l Oh my God I love you Pat!
I chuckled as she pulled away, sitting down onto the stool beside me, her eyes penetrating the plane ticket. She opened it up, reading all the identifications. As I looked down as well, I noticed the bolded letters that had been stamped down in ink.
Pheonix, Arizona.
l| Sasha |l Oh my God! I have to get ready, I have to pack. I don't have enough time, Pat!
l| Patrick |l Don't worry about it, I did all your packing last night. I have all your make-up assembled together. We have around-
I stared past her, looking at the clock on the microwave's display.
l| Patrick Glenn |l Three hours. Is that enough time?
l| Sasha |l I think you borrowed enough time for more than me to just get ready...
She inched closer, pulling out of her seat and placing her hands upon my thighs. Her head drew closer to mine, her lips beginning to close. Sasha's forehead felt mine softly as she leaned forward, looking at me with a seductive glare.
l| Sasha |l Right after I'm done getting ready...
She moved back as I had begun to shake my head, staring at the hardwood floor beneath me. The smile still perched upon my face, I knew her plans and of all the ways she was trying to lead me on.
l| Patrick |l You always have to kill the moment, don't you, Sasha?
l| Sasha |l How else am I supposed to get my man to be at his best? Besides, I love watching you wait, it's like watching a lovesick puppy, sitting, watching it's princess through a glass window.
Half a smerk began to settle in as she gave me an innocent wink before heading up the stairs, my ears tuning in to every light thump against each stair. I turned in, back towards the counter and recognized a second cup of coffee laid out for me. Grabbing the handle of the glass cup, I pulled it up towards my jaw and blew on the hot substance before drawing it closer to my mouth and taking my first sip of the morning.
And I must say, it wasn't bad, not bad at all...
I had finished my coffee alongside of a bowl of Vector, another "healthy" type of cereal, a must if I'm going to stay strong and a hundred percent for every opponent I face. It's the only cereal I find that has a good taste and isn't creamed with a hundred pounds of sugar. After my morning breakfast, I had proceeded into the living room where I had flicked on the television and began to catch up a bit on wrestling, both for the Xtreme Pain Wrestling Alliance, the federation I currently reside in, and also to catch up on any news for the Roughkut Invitational. Though unsuccessful for the Roughkut Invitational, I didn't mind, I knew I'd be finding out more information as time elapsed. I had then went upstairs and had begun to get ready, taking a quick shower and styling myself to a degree of comfortable aesthetics.
It had turned out that a rough three hours was not enough for Sasha. She had managed to build herself into a rush as she was constantly moving about the kitchen, pacing back and forth in order to perform different tasks. I just watched in amusement, sitting at the breakfast counter with my feet perched on the lower bar, connected to the legs of the stool.
l| Patrick |l What's the deal with women and perfection?
l| Sasha |l Come on Pat, I don't have the time.
l| Patrick Glenn |l You're ready, your bags are packed, we got the tickets and you look like an angel. Why the worry?
She continued to pace back and forth, confused in which direction to go. Sasha had seemed torn, as if time was peeling her apart, pulling off each limb to a degree in which I can't seem to figure out.
l| Sasha |l I can't go to an airport looking like this!
l| Patrick |l Your hair looks better when it's straight. Sure it's more elegant with the whole curl thing you do, but I prefer your hair straight. Just relax, we've got everything down pat, no pun intended.
I smiled to my own joke, the relevance of it all. Just seemed to click, you know?
l| Sasha |l Oh crap...
She had stopped dead in her tracks, her hands slowly rising to her head and beginning to clench her hair, a desperation look overlooking on her face.
l| Patrick |l What?
l| Sasha |l I don't have a substitute teacher to cover for me...
l| Patrick |l Not a problem, I managed to work that out last night. In fact, I got you one the students seem to like.
She was speechless. She just stood there in an awkward stance, her jaw dropped to the floor, her eyes gazing to a blank wall. Finally I stood away from the stool and gave her a slight tug of the arm, pulling her to the counter and seating her down. I looked into her eyes as I lightly grasped her hands, trying to capture her attention.
l| Patrick |l You're going to be okay. I've got everything covered, alright? We have to leave right away, otherwise we're going to miss the flight. C'mon, I'll help you get all of the items you just pulled out and I'll help you put them back in the suitcase.
I drew closer, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She still seemed a bit lost for words, almost a bit dumbfounded. I let go of her hand and headed to the bathroom, most of her accessories were in that room, so I was quick to gather her items up and repack them. I'm still unsure of which room she had gone to, but it didn't matter to me nonetheless. We had finished and had everything in order by five minutes.
It wasn't long before we were out the door and on our way to the airport. It was around thirty-five minutes that it took us to get there and empty all of our luggage out of the taxi and into the port. We had then checked in and had passed through a series of steps before we were awaiting our plane. Luckily, we had made it just in time, only having to wait about thirty seconds or so before we were called up to the booth and in need to hand in our flight passes.
Soon enough, we were on our flight to Arizona. I had a clipboard, a pad of paper and a pen laid out in front of me, thinking up of a few lines for the Roughkut Invitational. I'm not sure if I'm necessarily allowed to say anything before the matchup, but it's better safe than sorry. I felt I needed to prepare lines, just in case I needed to get my name out there for the wrestling world to notice.
I began to write...
Well it appears as if my first opponent is none other than Sean Hunter. He may very well be the next greatest superstar, however he could also be nothing but a mere stepping stone for myself in this tournament. I've never seen him wrestle or perform, I don't know anything about him really. I'm unaware of his age, height, weight, but more importantly his skills and weaknesses.
He could be a giant, he could be a small man, I don't know. Though one thing I do know, is that his appearance is not something that's going to stop me from giving it my all. If you haven't haven't already watched me perform, you know I pour my heart out into each and every match and I give it my all, I never quit and I never back down, no matter how big the competition.
I just hope Sean Hunter will be able to realize that in our match, otherwise he's going to be underestimating an opponent that should never be underestimated. Rarely am I looked at as an underdog and quite frankly, I don't plan on becoming one. If you look at my career in The "X" or any other federation, you will have known I have yet to be defeated. Though I have had tough matches in the past and have faced more-than worthy opponents, not a single opponent has managed to hold me down for a three count or has managed to make me submit.
You know why?
The ability to learn.
The sayings are true, if you're going to to make it far in your career, or even in a single matchup, you need intelligence. You need to have the ability to learn from your mistakes. Every match, we all make mistakes, whether it ranges from ten to a thousand, it's a must to learn if you're going to pick up a win. You see Sean Hunter, I have mastered the ability, I have learned to capitalize, I have learned to add that punctuation mark on that specific move, I have learned to counter the offense.
Every match, my role is reversed, I become the student, and my opponent becomes the teacher. Now you may be thinking, "Wouldn't you want it to be the other way around?", well indeed not. If you had the mind set that I have, if you could trigger the perfect timing, the perfect incident, you could be the very first to pick up a win on Mr. PG himself, Patrick Glenn.
But need I remind you, don't underestimate me. As of now, I'm your toughest critic, I am the man you need to focus on this week. I suggest that you study up on me, watch every single matchup that I've ever had, listen to the words I say. Capitalize on my mistakes just like I will capitalize on yours, because this match is not just a breeze in the wind. No, this match will either make or break your career.
Rise up, Sean Hunter. I want you to bring your "A" game, I want you to give me your hundred percent. I want you to step up to my level and I want you to become like me.
The standard the rest strive for.
I don't want another opponent. I want a challenge. Sean, this isn't about Patrick Glenn vs Sean Hunter, this is about you making a statement. Can you beat the epitome of greatness, can you step up to perfection, will you survive being rated PG.
Now Sean, you may think I'm a bit arrogant. And that's fine by me, but allow me to clue you in. Arrogance often comes with respect, and Sean, if you don't come prepared and you step into my ring, unable to adapt to my ability, you are going to walk out of that ring, knowing exactly how I have earned my respect. If you come unprepared, you are going to see my past, you are going to be forced to become the past. If you play the right hand, with the right cards, you could possibly split apart from every other man I've faced, you will become the future of wrestling.
And if you can pull that off, you will have earned my respect and I'm sure the respect of others, but if not, you'll just have to conform to the rest that have been rated PG. You will enter that list of beaten opponents and your shot at being the winner of the Roughkut Invitational III will be over.
You will have to become my stepping stone to proving my spectacle.
My perfection.
l| Sasha |l What 'cha doin'?
l| Patrick |l Writing a few lines. I'm hoping I could get a microphone handed to me before my match...
I dropped the pencil down to the clipboard and realized the indentation the pencil had left on my middle finger. I tried to rub it away, but to no effect, I had to wait for the blood to rush back to the spot. My wrist managed to seem alright, I've written for much longer durations and was used to it by now.
l| Sasha |l Is that what you'e been doing this whole trip?
l| Patrick |l Pretty much. Did you manage to get some sleep?
l| Sasha |l Yeah.
It was a stupid question, I could tell by the sound of her voice she had already recieved a few hours sleep, her hair was a bit ruffled and she seemed to still be in the midst of stretching. The purpose was to carry on the conversation, I needed to take my mind elsewhere.
l| Patrick |l Relaxing?
l| Sasha |l Yeah. I was dreaming about you.
She said with a perfect smile perched upon her face.
l| Patrick |l Oh really? Any good?
l| Sasha |l Of course. Well for the first part anyways...
l| Patrick |l What 'you mean?
l| Sasha |l Well I had a dream where you were wrestling, there was a whole Roughkut Invitational advertisement on the ring banner.
l| Patrick |l Did I win?
l| Sasha |l In the second dream you sure scored off of something...
Her temptious eyes glared out of the window, obviously hiding the hint of seduction. I tried to trace my eyes to hers. For a few seconds I just stared into her eyes, remembering the contours of her face, her beautiful blue eyes, her perfect smile...
I never did find out about her dream. Then again, I never bothered asking. I don't know why I never decided to ask, perhaps fear. You never want to know a possible future if things could turn out worse than planned.
It wasn't long before we had arrived in Pheonix, I remember glancing out the window and spotting the mirage of water dispersed out among the roads, due to the refractions of light within the atmosphere and having change of thoughts about the attire I had brought with me. It seemed to be much warmer than I had expected.
We had recieved our luggage and got into a taxi in which we were driven to a hotel that the Invitational had provided for us. We had settled in, emptying out the clothes and accessories we had brought with us and tucking away our suitcases and bags.
I had taken a quick bathroom break, washed my hands and came out, noticing Sasha was already asleep on the bed. I had approached the bed, looking down over her and focused on my breathing. She seemed so peaceful, so far away from her worries I managed to cross a smile on my face.
I began to pull the covers down carefully as they were underneath her and I was a bit precautious not to wake her. She justled a tiny bit, but nothing that would take away at her sleep. Slowly, I began to pull the covers up around her body and settled the edge around her shoulders, lightly tucking the blanket around the coarse of her body. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead, taking a seat next to her body.
l| Patrick |l Settle in, babe, we're going to be here a while...
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