More Like It
Oct 5, 2015 9:58:53 GMT -5
Post by Vinny on Oct 5, 2015 9:58:53 GMT -5
“That's more like it.”
The YMCA in Whitsett, NC is quieter than a library this morning. The lights in the building aren't even turned on yet; the custodial staff is still making their early-morning pass through the building; and only one patron occupies the spartan weight room. Jason Bronco.
“It took a while. Honestly, longer than I'd hoped. But I'm back at .500. A two-and-two overall record, and I picked up my first ever singles victory in the Lion's Den.”
Bronco offers a wry smile, “I'm turning this franchise around.”
“But with all due respect to Ms. Quinn Cobain – those laurels aren't enough to rest on. So I won't and I'm not,” Bronco makes a sweep gesture to indicate the weight room around him as beads of sweat trickle down his face and arms, saturating a black cut-off shirt.
“Next up is Jensen Walczak, a big, tough sonuvabitch from Brooklyn.” Bronco chuckles briefly, “New York City? Shit, that's enough motivation right there for a Boston boy to step up his game. And on top of that, I watched you take Keegan Hightower to his limit. I watched him cheat to beat you. I'm not one to hop up on any high horses when it comes to scratching and clawing to the top of this sport, but that sort of chicanery... it ain't in my playbook. So rest assured, Mr. Walczak, that if you beat me, you'll have the knowledge that you were the better man.”
Bronco smirks and then gives a shrug.
“Of course, when I beat you this week in Gibsonville, you'll also have to live with the fact that I was the better man. No if, ands, buts or feet on ropes about it. See, I'm new to this whole 'winning' thing, but I kinda like it. Yeah, it feels pretty damn good and I think I'm going to keep doing it. And, Mr. Walczak, you're exactly the kind of challenge I'm looking for. You're a much bigger guy than me, and obviously talented in your own right. Beating someone like you, that's the next step in proving that I deserve to be here. That I belong here.”
“And THAT is my sole focus. I'm not worried about revenge, I'm not worried about what's next for me. I don't have anyone ahead of me for the next big show. There's just you, me, and Gibsonville on Wednesday night. That's where my head is at, that's where my focus is. And if you're still kicking yourself when you step into the ring with me, well then I guess there will two of us kicking your ass around North Carolina. Take it from a guy who didn't have the start I wanted when I came into Lion's Den; you can only go forward. You dwell on that loss to Hightower, and soon you'll be dwelling on a loss to Jason Bronco, too.”
Bronco takes a towel and wipes the sweat off his brow, before pushing himself up off his seat.
“Time to get back to work. See you on Wednesday night.”
The YMCA in Whitsett, NC is quieter than a library this morning. The lights in the building aren't even turned on yet; the custodial staff is still making their early-morning pass through the building; and only one patron occupies the spartan weight room. Jason Bronco.
“It took a while. Honestly, longer than I'd hoped. But I'm back at .500. A two-and-two overall record, and I picked up my first ever singles victory in the Lion's Den.”
Bronco offers a wry smile, “I'm turning this franchise around.”
“But with all due respect to Ms. Quinn Cobain – those laurels aren't enough to rest on. So I won't and I'm not,” Bronco makes a sweep gesture to indicate the weight room around him as beads of sweat trickle down his face and arms, saturating a black cut-off shirt.
“Next up is Jensen Walczak, a big, tough sonuvabitch from Brooklyn.” Bronco chuckles briefly, “New York City? Shit, that's enough motivation right there for a Boston boy to step up his game. And on top of that, I watched you take Keegan Hightower to his limit. I watched him cheat to beat you. I'm not one to hop up on any high horses when it comes to scratching and clawing to the top of this sport, but that sort of chicanery... it ain't in my playbook. So rest assured, Mr. Walczak, that if you beat me, you'll have the knowledge that you were the better man.”
Bronco smirks and then gives a shrug.
“Of course, when I beat you this week in Gibsonville, you'll also have to live with the fact that I was the better man. No if, ands, buts or feet on ropes about it. See, I'm new to this whole 'winning' thing, but I kinda like it. Yeah, it feels pretty damn good and I think I'm going to keep doing it. And, Mr. Walczak, you're exactly the kind of challenge I'm looking for. You're a much bigger guy than me, and obviously talented in your own right. Beating someone like you, that's the next step in proving that I deserve to be here. That I belong here.”
“And THAT is my sole focus. I'm not worried about revenge, I'm not worried about what's next for me. I don't have anyone ahead of me for the next big show. There's just you, me, and Gibsonville on Wednesday night. That's where my head is at, that's where my focus is. And if you're still kicking yourself when you step into the ring with me, well then I guess there will two of us kicking your ass around North Carolina. Take it from a guy who didn't have the start I wanted when I came into Lion's Den; you can only go forward. You dwell on that loss to Hightower, and soon you'll be dwelling on a loss to Jason Bronco, too.”
Bronco takes a towel and wipes the sweat off his brow, before pushing himself up off his seat.
“Time to get back to work. See you on Wednesday night.”