Glory Days - Tournament rp #1

- The scene opens in a run down high school locker room gym with the following on a framed poster hanging near the door. -

" Sometimes you feel tired and weak. When you feel weak, you just want to give up. But you got to find that inner strength and pull it out of you and step up to the game. Find that motivation no matter how hard you fall flat on your face. "

-In the background you hear the showers running as an older wrestler walks to them nearly nude. You notice on his shorts a familiar X logo on them but you shrug it off thinking it couldn't be who you think it is. You go back to your normal routine collecting the towels on the floor and lockers. Cleaning up the locker room after the latest wrestling promotion tears through it. As you round the corner you find a bag of empty vials and containers with labels on it like Vicodin, Oxycontin and other pain relieving drugs in a brown paper bag. Then as you look down the hall you see his black tote bag with the gold X logo on the bag and just inside is a grey t-shirt with the X logo on it sticking out of the bag. You come to realize, this is who you thought it was. Has he really fallen this far from grace and fame. Just then the shower is turned off and he turns the corner noticing you near his bag. -

" Hey kid! Don't you be messing with my stuff! "

- He walks towards you with a grin on his face, as he gets closer you recognize his voice. His look has changed, now with the black hair pulled tight in a tail and a full black beard covering his face. The years are starting to show on him but you still recognize the famous, Xavier Serikaz. -

" Wait a minute, I know who you are. Your Xavier Serikaz. "

- His eyebrow perks up and he laughs. Xavier goes into his bag and grabs a towel and starts to dry off from the shower, then he grabs a deodorant bar, he turns to the kid and laughs. -

" Yeah? Whats it to you? No wait, don't tell me. Your a fan from yea...wait. How old are you kid? Fourteen? Fifteen? What's your name? "

- You raise up from the floor setting down the paper bag and the few towels you have found on the bench next to you. As you look up to Xavier who is nearly a foot and half taller than you a small smile comes across your face. -

" I'm seventeen and my name is Danny. I knew I recognized you! My dad followed you ever since you stepped foot in the ring and I've been watching you since my mom started allowing me to watch wrestling! What happen to you? You used to have all this glitz and glamour around you and now you have resorted to this? Your one of my favorite wrestlers, no matter what has happened in your life. I remember watching you at the top of MCW. No one could..."

- Xavier stops him cold in his tracks. He takes a signature attitude style shirt out of his bag, throws it over his head and adjusts it. -

" You really want a story kid? MCW is what happened to me. I was at the top like you said, never got beaten then the pressure of being the top, being the undisputed champion, being the unbeatable force finally caught up to me and I was beat. That night I snapped, if you've ever heard the term. One flew over the coo coo's nest...that was me. I couldn't handle the loss and I left, then the breakdown happened. The glitz and the glam are still there, I just don't flaunt it anymore. I put my money back in savings like I did when I was younger. I'm no spring chicken, going on thirty five these days in wrestling I may as well be as old as Ric Flair. The big time promoters don't want the old guys anymore. They want the young up and coming pups who can fly around the ring with reckless abandonment. Not me anymore, after I left MCW the calls stopped coming, same with the emails, the Facebook posts and tweets. They all stopped cold turkey. MCW was my last hurrah so here I am. Jumping from promotion to promotion trying to make money without having to go into my savings. "

- Xavier grabs another towel out of his bag and wipes off his face from the sweat, he grabs a rubber binder and pulls his hair back into a tail. -

" I'm not going to blame anyone but damn it was a nice ride while it lasted. Let me guess, your working through the independent circuit, trying to make it in the ring. Sorry to say kid, your pretty scrawny to be a wrestler. "

- Danny just shakes his head in disappointment, he gathers up the towels and the used vials, containers and the brown paper bag. Stands up and just laughs at Xavier. -

" I maybe scrawny, but at least I'm not some old drawn out wrestler trying to extend his glory days and tell your friends to clean up their own bottles next time or they'll all get busted. By the way I was told to give you this from RWF. "

- Danny hands him a slip of paper with Xavier's next match on it. He walks away, throwing the stuff in the trash as he passes the container. Xavier is sitting on the bench with a look of disappointment and looks at the slip. -

" He's right, god dammit. Who the hell is Chris Gavrilidis?"

- The scene fades out to black. -