Post by md on Apr 1, 2008 23:06:11 GMT -5
While he made his way to his locker room, he was getting looks of all kinds. Some were filled with pity, some with the casual 'whatever', and others 'with good riddance' written all over their faces. He tried his best to pay no mind to it all, since his world already collapsed into itself a mere minutes ago. He's suffered enough, and nothing matters anymore. He wouldn't be long anyways. He'll just be a distant memory. It's not like he did anything important in his short career to be completely honest. THAT hurts the most.
Entering through the door that leads to roster's temporary locker rooms while they were here in Baltimore, Miles takes a few seconds to lean against the far wall and catch his breath. He slowly bangs the back of his head on the wall. What a fool he was, and what a complete waste of a great opportunity. A rookie mistake that he'd have to live with the rest of his life. As if his life wasn't any more troubled, now to deal with being unemployed. Could he go back to Florida, back to the minor leagues? At this point in time, it would be his only option. Oh wait, he left them high and dry, on BAD terms. Nice going, Miles. No way in hell would they take him back and he wouldn't be able to live with himself when his old "collegues" tear him a new one by never letting him live it down.
He continues his trek down into the hallway, and arrives in the room where all the wrestlers' personal belongings are locked away. Luckily, no one else was here. He always seems to have that luck when he wanted to be alone. He walks over to the nearest bench and takes a seat. He begins removing his boots and grabbing a freshly cleaned towel to wipe away all the sweat... and tears? from his face. He soooo needed a shower to wash away the stench of failure.
With that in mind, he removes the remaining article of clothing on his body and wraps another clean towel around his waist. Off the showers for him. You can then hear one of the shower heads on full blast.
Minutes later, with that same shower head now turned off, Miles emerges from the showers, soaking wet. His eyes had signs of reddening, but that could just be from the hot water, right? He begins spinning the dial on his locker for a fresh pair of boxer briefs.
Entering through the door that leads to roster's temporary locker rooms while they were here in Baltimore, Miles takes a few seconds to lean against the far wall and catch his breath. He slowly bangs the back of his head on the wall. What a fool he was, and what a complete waste of a great opportunity. A rookie mistake that he'd have to live with the rest of his life. As if his life wasn't any more troubled, now to deal with being unemployed. Could he go back to Florida, back to the minor leagues? At this point in time, it would be his only option. Oh wait, he left them high and dry, on BAD terms. Nice going, Miles. No way in hell would they take him back and he wouldn't be able to live with himself when his old "collegues" tear him a new one by never letting him live it down.
He continues his trek down into the hallway, and arrives in the room where all the wrestlers' personal belongings are locked away. Luckily, no one else was here. He always seems to have that luck when he wanted to be alone. He walks over to the nearest bench and takes a seat. He begins removing his boots and grabbing a freshly cleaned towel to wipe away all the sweat... and tears? from his face. He soooo needed a shower to wash away the stench of failure.
With that in mind, he removes the remaining article of clothing on his body and wraps another clean towel around his waist. Off the showers for him. You can then hear one of the shower heads on full blast.
Minutes later, with that same shower head now turned off, Miles emerges from the showers, soaking wet. His eyes had signs of reddening, but that could just be from the hot water, right? He begins spinning the dial on his locker for a fresh pair of boxer briefs.