Post by Kyle Nobbs on Feb 11, 2009 19:14:12 GMT -5
Kyle Nobbs didn't speak German, but he did speak air travel. He was a professional wrestler after all, and being such was essentially the epitome of being a frequent flyer. Going from city to city for matches in different companies was normal for him, sometimes wrestling in two cities on the same night!
But he couldn't handle the strain from travel. He couldn't handle his body being torn and tattered, coupled with jet lag and restlessness from a frantic schedule. So he flew to home to Concord, and didn't get on a plane since.... Or at least, until now, one year later.
He was on a plane, sitting at the window. He was looking out, but he saw nothing below him. He saw no lights, he saw nothing material. He saw only the faces of those he would be glad to meet, glad to see again, and glad to fight in the ring. It had been far too long since he wrestled anyone, for any other reason than for fun. Fun was what drove him to Chicago, however. GCW seemed like a company, that would be fun for him. Fun, because he would be surrounded by friends, and family. Family, family he had not seen for a year. Family, and comrades, people who had been constant for him in his good and bad times. And there were new people- not new in the sense of a new shoe smell, but new in the sense of those he had not yet met. GCW was filled with seasoned wrestlers and tusslers, and he was excited. Excited to have fun.
But he was not all about fun. He was more serious now. There were other things on his mind besides the uninvited feeling of loneliness in his heart. He also wanted to win. His long career had been one for... well, not so much for success as for recognition. While Kyle had gained quite some fame in his tenure in the major companies, he still had not been very successful in the win/loss column. He did not mind losing, and admired the fans that cheered for him even when he was facing up against the top superstars of a company. He was well liked, but he was accustomed to losing. And something told him Chicago might be different.
Something changed in him when he went home to Concord. He became a new person. Sure, he was still and always would be fun-loving Kyle Nobbs; but Kyle wanted championships. The main target of the year: The GCW Continental Heavyweight Championship. He had been a Continental Champion before, but that hardly counted. He brought the small belt to a different company in New York, and lost it there. They turned it into a new belt, and he was title-less once more. The GCW Continental Title, however, he was sure he would not lose so easily. All he had to do was win, and become champion. Then, he would be on top of the world.
~To Be Continued~
But he couldn't handle the strain from travel. He couldn't handle his body being torn and tattered, coupled with jet lag and restlessness from a frantic schedule. So he flew to home to Concord, and didn't get on a plane since.... Or at least, until now, one year later.
He was on a plane, sitting at the window. He was looking out, but he saw nothing below him. He saw no lights, he saw nothing material. He saw only the faces of those he would be glad to meet, glad to see again, and glad to fight in the ring. It had been far too long since he wrestled anyone, for any other reason than for fun. Fun was what drove him to Chicago, however. GCW seemed like a company, that would be fun for him. Fun, because he would be surrounded by friends, and family. Family, family he had not seen for a year. Family, and comrades, people who had been constant for him in his good and bad times. And there were new people- not new in the sense of a new shoe smell, but new in the sense of those he had not yet met. GCW was filled with seasoned wrestlers and tusslers, and he was excited. Excited to have fun.
But he was not all about fun. He was more serious now. There were other things on his mind besides the uninvited feeling of loneliness in his heart. He also wanted to win. His long career had been one for... well, not so much for success as for recognition. While Kyle had gained quite some fame in his tenure in the major companies, he still had not been very successful in the win/loss column. He did not mind losing, and admired the fans that cheered for him even when he was facing up against the top superstars of a company. He was well liked, but he was accustomed to losing. And something told him Chicago might be different.
Something changed in him when he went home to Concord. He became a new person. Sure, he was still and always would be fun-loving Kyle Nobbs; but Kyle wanted championships. The main target of the year: The GCW Continental Heavyweight Championship. He had been a Continental Champion before, but that hardly counted. He brought the small belt to a different company in New York, and lost it there. They turned it into a new belt, and he was title-less once more. The GCW Continental Title, however, he was sure he would not lose so easily. All he had to do was win, and become champion. Then, he would be on top of the world.
~To Be Continued~