Post by Noah Hanson on Aug 29, 2011 15:23:16 GMT -3
The lights started to flicker on, as if awakening from an extended slumber and greeting its longtime master with a welcome hug and a pat on the back. It had been a long time since I had turned on the lights of my gym, I really had no need to, truth be told when UCWA closed I was done with wrestling, it had burned me one to many times, it had left me with an unhealthy feeling in the pit of my stomach but then again here I was standing there in the doorway of my gym, not dirty, not unkempt just closed. I wouldn't say I was retired as much as I would say that I had just grown tired of all the politics and the attitudes that had come with the business over the last few years. I really liked UCWA and that was why I was planning a comeback, that was why I was in the best shape of my life only to have this happen...
{flashback}
{A car pulls up to the back of the area and Noah Hanson exits the drivers side and then heads to the trunk and grabs his gear and heads towards the building. He makes his way through the hall, his headphones in and he is listening to some music as he has he bag slung over his shoulder. He finds the commissioners office and tries to open the door only to find it locked. He tries it again as if he might have not actually turned the knob but with no success, he pulls one of the earbuds out of his ear and sees a man with a mop-bucket and mop and walks over to him and taps him on the shoulder.}
“Where is everyone?” Noah asked.
“Show was canceled...” the janitor replied and handed him a folded up piece of paper and then continued down the hall.
It basically said that UCWA was closed and that all operations were to cease including paychecks and expenditure reimbursement, that stuff really didn't apply to me since I paid for my own way and never asked for a penny but to have them just pull the rug right out from under me was just plain crazy and I guess I felt a little betrayed and just kind of stood there shocked for a while before I got m shit together and went home.
{end flashback}
I didn't have a backup plan, I wasn't looking for anything except for maybe one last run, one last run to see where this old body can take me. Some call me a bit crazy for wanting to do it again altogether but then again I have never been one to- listen to what people have said about, if anything it gives me something to use as fuel for my own personal fire. But like I said I didn't have a plan, didn't have anything to fall back on except my acting career and after the plane crash and everything that followed I wasn't sure if I would be able to resurrect that part of my life but after filming a supporting role in “Final Destination 5” and then starting my time on 'Supernatural' and 'NCIS' my acting career is really starting to pick back up. So I guess it really is a gamble for me to jump back into wrestling again, but call it my passion, my guilty pleasure that sometimes I can't live without, sometimes my joints and muscles would not agree with the rest of me but I have weathered the storm so far and I really believe that if there is one last run in this body then I really need to check everything at the door and go straight forward.
It's really the only way I know how to go, it's the only thing I can do is just go forward, keep fighting, one foot in front of the other. Some have told me that is a flaw and some have told me it's a strength because I sometimes do not know when to stay down, when it might be in the best interest of my body to just live to fight another day, but then again that thinking has served me well and it has also been my undoing. It has also led me down a road that is covered with titles and accolades that very few can match.
Not gonna say anything about the men and women in this match with me except good luck, you are all gonna need it because I am going to go out there with everything I can throw at you, may not win but you are going to know that Noah Hanson is going to bring a fight to each and every person in this match, maybe i'll even throw a person or two over the top rope, you see it doesn't really matter if I win this TV title because to me this is just about getting the ring rust off as much as it about anything else. I am sure that everyone in this match is of world class ability I mean why else would you sign up for a title match an open invitation title match if you were not of world class ability and that is another why I decided to sign my name on the dotted line to prove myself able to hang with five star talent. I wouldn’t want to make my return to the business in some sweaty smoke filled gym against some ham and egger, I want to step into the ring, fight tooth and nail against top talent....the only way I can evaluate myself and then move forward accordingly.
So again this isn't as much a title match for me as much as it is an audition for my own designs, an audition for myself to see how well I stack up against the rest of these fine athletes. And make no mistake ladies do not expect me to go easy on you, you signed up for this and it ain't no knittin class, this is a fight and you will get nailed so if you are expecting to use your fairer sex to get over me you will be sadly mistaken and you will be in for an early shower and an early exit form the match.
I just want to wish everyone the best of luck, I want you to go out there and do me one favor...go out there with the intent of putting on the best match you can possibly deliver to the fans because in the end that is what we all do this for. We do this for each and every one of those fans that are going to fill those seats whether they come there to cheer or boo it really doesn't matter as long as we do our VERY best and send the fans home satisfied and that is exactly what I plan on doing...because that is all I know how to do whether it means breaking some girls legs in the end game or by tossing some up and coming star out to the floor on his head, if that makes the fans get out of their seats and applaud then I know I have done my job, if they boo me as hard they possibly can, maybe even throw some trash at me then I know I have really done my job at the end of the day, I know that I can hold my head up high and know that my family has taught me this trade properly...
So some advice for the rest of you in this match, bring your very best, bring all the plunder that you can muster, make an impact if you can but in the end you will know this...
One match with me will make you famous...
Call it fate...
Call it destiny...
But in the end this match is going to come down to who wants it more and the way I see it...i want it way more then anyone else in this thing.
{Kansas City, Kansas}
{6:45 pm}
{8/6/2011}
{Noah's Training Center}
The loud “thump” echos through the empty building, with each following hit the sound gets louder and louder, Noah is hitting the heavy bag with as much intensity as he has ever hit it before, like a man with something to prove even if it is only to himself.
“You know you're over the hill old!” A voice shouts at Noah.
Noah smiles and continues with a series of stiff jabs and then a spinning back fist and then a roundhouse kick.
“You’re to slow, to broken down, you're a has been...” the voice coldly barked.
“I'll show them...” Noah said as he continued to hit the bag, but the hitting was not as hard, not as crisp now.
“See already doubting yourself....” the voice remarked. “You'll never make it!'
Noah angrily hits the bag. “YES I WILL!”
“Who are you arguing with?” Kristina said as she walked into the gym, she sat down on one of the benches and watched as Noah continued hitting the bag. “I mean I could hear you outside.”
“It was nothing...”Noah said as he paused and then walked over and gave Kristina a kiss and then walked back over to the bag and continued his training.
“Remind me again why you are going back to wrestling?” Kristina asked as she rummaged through her purse. “I mean you are just getting out of the hospital, getting your acting career back on track and now you want to get back into the ring. I mean I just don't get it, we don't need the cash, we don't need you getting a return trip BACK to the hospital.”
“This is for me...” Noah barked back as he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. “This is all about me for once.”
“For what? To show the world that the all mighty Noah Hanson can still go? To show the world that you still have one of the biggest egos in the business?” She yelled. “I thought you and me being reunited would finally snap you out of your self destructive path but if anything I feel like I have reignited a fire deep inside your soul and it scares me.”
Noah nodded and then smiled as he took a drip from a bottle of water. “I am so glad to have you back, there were so many nights on the road that I could see you in my dreams, it was all I could do to keep myself from driving myself crazy, you were always my anchor, you are always going to be the one thing that keeps from the brink of insanity.”
Kristina wiped away a tear, she tried to keep her feelings inside but it was the first time the two had really had a hear to heart since the two were reunited months ago. Noah had nearly died in a plane crash, somehow dodging deaths bullet, it brought his long lost love back to him and the one thing that he would do anything for. He had fought with his demons for years, struggled to get a grasp on reality, sometimes having a hard time separating reality from fantasy but somehow he always managed to hold himself together but the plane crash nearly unraveled everything. A man that puts on a tough persona, a man that can't be rattled nearly broke down, nearly fell apart but she was there to put him back together, hopefully for the last time.
“We have had this talk before but when is all of this gonna be enough? When are you going to walk away and stop putting yourself through this?” she pleaded with Noah. “I love you, always have, always will but when are you going to end this?”
Noah shook his head. “I don't know...i have tried to god help me I have tried but something keeps bringing me back, something keeps pulling me back like a magnet.”
Kristina looked at her wedding ring and then a single tear trickled down her cheek. “What if Anthony were still alive? Would you be able to walk away for him?”
“Don't do that?” Noah growled. “You just need to leave that alone.”
“Sorry but you plan for this match, you go out and do what you think you have to do. I'll be there for you...just like I always have...ready to pick up the pieces if need be.” Kristina said as she got up. “I'll see you when you get home...”
She got up and kissed Noah and Noah watched her walk out of the gym. He sat down on the bench and sighed loudly, he thought he was doing a good thing by getting back into the ring, but the more he sat there and thought about it the more what Kristina said made sense.
“Noah?” Demetrius Burrell said as he waved his hand. “Anyone home?”
“Huh?” Noah said as he snapped to attention. “When did you walk in?”
“A few moments ago...you ok?” D asked.
“Sure peachy...why?” Noah said as he got up and walked over to the heavy bag and started hitting it again.
“The word is you are getting back into the ring...any truth to that?” D asked.
Noah shrugged. “Yeah why?”
“A little early to do that again?” D said with a weird look on his face.
“You talk to Kristina or something?” Noah said with a laugh. “You sound like her...”
“We care about you bro that's all.” he said.
“How bout we see how this match goes and then we can all decide how my future goes ok?” Noah said sarcastically.
“Well you are who you are for a reason.” he replied. “Anyone ya know?”
Noah shook his head. “No there is a guy that was in PWX, ya know the place John Oleson ran.”
“Really?” D remarked.
“Other then that Anthony Phoenix sounds familiar but not sure from where.” Noah remarked with a look like someone farted but wasn't sure if it was bad or good, you know that kinda look. “I mean can we just not focus on all this and just let me get back into ring shape and then we can go from there.”
“So what does your agent think of all of this, you know wrestling again?” D asked.
“He doesn't know yet...”
{TBC}
{flashback}
{A car pulls up to the back of the area and Noah Hanson exits the drivers side and then heads to the trunk and grabs his gear and heads towards the building. He makes his way through the hall, his headphones in and he is listening to some music as he has he bag slung over his shoulder. He finds the commissioners office and tries to open the door only to find it locked. He tries it again as if he might have not actually turned the knob but with no success, he pulls one of the earbuds out of his ear and sees a man with a mop-bucket and mop and walks over to him and taps him on the shoulder.}
“Where is everyone?” Noah asked.
“Show was canceled...” the janitor replied and handed him a folded up piece of paper and then continued down the hall.
It basically said that UCWA was closed and that all operations were to cease including paychecks and expenditure reimbursement, that stuff really didn't apply to me since I paid for my own way and never asked for a penny but to have them just pull the rug right out from under me was just plain crazy and I guess I felt a little betrayed and just kind of stood there shocked for a while before I got m shit together and went home.
{end flashback}
I didn't have a backup plan, I wasn't looking for anything except for maybe one last run, one last run to see where this old body can take me. Some call me a bit crazy for wanting to do it again altogether but then again I have never been one to- listen to what people have said about, if anything it gives me something to use as fuel for my own personal fire. But like I said I didn't have a plan, didn't have anything to fall back on except my acting career and after the plane crash and everything that followed I wasn't sure if I would be able to resurrect that part of my life but after filming a supporting role in “Final Destination 5” and then starting my time on 'Supernatural' and 'NCIS' my acting career is really starting to pick back up. So I guess it really is a gamble for me to jump back into wrestling again, but call it my passion, my guilty pleasure that sometimes I can't live without, sometimes my joints and muscles would not agree with the rest of me but I have weathered the storm so far and I really believe that if there is one last run in this body then I really need to check everything at the door and go straight forward.
It's really the only way I know how to go, it's the only thing I can do is just go forward, keep fighting, one foot in front of the other. Some have told me that is a flaw and some have told me it's a strength because I sometimes do not know when to stay down, when it might be in the best interest of my body to just live to fight another day, but then again that thinking has served me well and it has also been my undoing. It has also led me down a road that is covered with titles and accolades that very few can match.
Not gonna say anything about the men and women in this match with me except good luck, you are all gonna need it because I am going to go out there with everything I can throw at you, may not win but you are going to know that Noah Hanson is going to bring a fight to each and every person in this match, maybe i'll even throw a person or two over the top rope, you see it doesn't really matter if I win this TV title because to me this is just about getting the ring rust off as much as it about anything else. I am sure that everyone in this match is of world class ability I mean why else would you sign up for a title match an open invitation title match if you were not of world class ability and that is another why I decided to sign my name on the dotted line to prove myself able to hang with five star talent. I wouldn’t want to make my return to the business in some sweaty smoke filled gym against some ham and egger, I want to step into the ring, fight tooth and nail against top talent....the only way I can evaluate myself and then move forward accordingly.
So again this isn't as much a title match for me as much as it is an audition for my own designs, an audition for myself to see how well I stack up against the rest of these fine athletes. And make no mistake ladies do not expect me to go easy on you, you signed up for this and it ain't no knittin class, this is a fight and you will get nailed so if you are expecting to use your fairer sex to get over me you will be sadly mistaken and you will be in for an early shower and an early exit form the match.
I just want to wish everyone the best of luck, I want you to go out there and do me one favor...go out there with the intent of putting on the best match you can possibly deliver to the fans because in the end that is what we all do this for. We do this for each and every one of those fans that are going to fill those seats whether they come there to cheer or boo it really doesn't matter as long as we do our VERY best and send the fans home satisfied and that is exactly what I plan on doing...because that is all I know how to do whether it means breaking some girls legs in the end game or by tossing some up and coming star out to the floor on his head, if that makes the fans get out of their seats and applaud then I know I have done my job, if they boo me as hard they possibly can, maybe even throw some trash at me then I know I have really done my job at the end of the day, I know that I can hold my head up high and know that my family has taught me this trade properly...
So some advice for the rest of you in this match, bring your very best, bring all the plunder that you can muster, make an impact if you can but in the end you will know this...
One match with me will make you famous...
Call it fate...
Call it destiny...
But in the end this match is going to come down to who wants it more and the way I see it...i want it way more then anyone else in this thing.
{Kansas City, Kansas}
{6:45 pm}
{8/6/2011}
{Noah's Training Center}
The loud “thump” echos through the empty building, with each following hit the sound gets louder and louder, Noah is hitting the heavy bag with as much intensity as he has ever hit it before, like a man with something to prove even if it is only to himself.
“You know you're over the hill old!” A voice shouts at Noah.
Noah smiles and continues with a series of stiff jabs and then a spinning back fist and then a roundhouse kick.
“You’re to slow, to broken down, you're a has been...” the voice coldly barked.
“I'll show them...” Noah said as he continued to hit the bag, but the hitting was not as hard, not as crisp now.
“See already doubting yourself....” the voice remarked. “You'll never make it!'
Noah angrily hits the bag. “YES I WILL!”
“Who are you arguing with?” Kristina said as she walked into the gym, she sat down on one of the benches and watched as Noah continued hitting the bag. “I mean I could hear you outside.”
“It was nothing...”Noah said as he paused and then walked over and gave Kristina a kiss and then walked back over to the bag and continued his training.
“Remind me again why you are going back to wrestling?” Kristina asked as she rummaged through her purse. “I mean you are just getting out of the hospital, getting your acting career back on track and now you want to get back into the ring. I mean I just don't get it, we don't need the cash, we don't need you getting a return trip BACK to the hospital.”
“This is for me...” Noah barked back as he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face. “This is all about me for once.”
“For what? To show the world that the all mighty Noah Hanson can still go? To show the world that you still have one of the biggest egos in the business?” She yelled. “I thought you and me being reunited would finally snap you out of your self destructive path but if anything I feel like I have reignited a fire deep inside your soul and it scares me.”
Noah nodded and then smiled as he took a drip from a bottle of water. “I am so glad to have you back, there were so many nights on the road that I could see you in my dreams, it was all I could do to keep myself from driving myself crazy, you were always my anchor, you are always going to be the one thing that keeps from the brink of insanity.”
Kristina wiped away a tear, she tried to keep her feelings inside but it was the first time the two had really had a hear to heart since the two were reunited months ago. Noah had nearly died in a plane crash, somehow dodging deaths bullet, it brought his long lost love back to him and the one thing that he would do anything for. He had fought with his demons for years, struggled to get a grasp on reality, sometimes having a hard time separating reality from fantasy but somehow he always managed to hold himself together but the plane crash nearly unraveled everything. A man that puts on a tough persona, a man that can't be rattled nearly broke down, nearly fell apart but she was there to put him back together, hopefully for the last time.
“We have had this talk before but when is all of this gonna be enough? When are you going to walk away and stop putting yourself through this?” she pleaded with Noah. “I love you, always have, always will but when are you going to end this?”
Noah shook his head. “I don't know...i have tried to god help me I have tried but something keeps bringing me back, something keeps pulling me back like a magnet.”
Kristina looked at her wedding ring and then a single tear trickled down her cheek. “What if Anthony were still alive? Would you be able to walk away for him?”
“Don't do that?” Noah growled. “You just need to leave that alone.”
“Sorry but you plan for this match, you go out and do what you think you have to do. I'll be there for you...just like I always have...ready to pick up the pieces if need be.” Kristina said as she got up. “I'll see you when you get home...”
She got up and kissed Noah and Noah watched her walk out of the gym. He sat down on the bench and sighed loudly, he thought he was doing a good thing by getting back into the ring, but the more he sat there and thought about it the more what Kristina said made sense.
“Noah?” Demetrius Burrell said as he waved his hand. “Anyone home?”
“Huh?” Noah said as he snapped to attention. “When did you walk in?”
“A few moments ago...you ok?” D asked.
“Sure peachy...why?” Noah said as he got up and walked over to the heavy bag and started hitting it again.
“The word is you are getting back into the ring...any truth to that?” D asked.
Noah shrugged. “Yeah why?”
“A little early to do that again?” D said with a weird look on his face.
“You talk to Kristina or something?” Noah said with a laugh. “You sound like her...”
“We care about you bro that's all.” he said.
“How bout we see how this match goes and then we can all decide how my future goes ok?” Noah said sarcastically.
“Well you are who you are for a reason.” he replied. “Anyone ya know?”
Noah shook his head. “No there is a guy that was in PWX, ya know the place John Oleson ran.”
“Really?” D remarked.
“Other then that Anthony Phoenix sounds familiar but not sure from where.” Noah remarked with a look like someone farted but wasn't sure if it was bad or good, you know that kinda look. “I mean can we just not focus on all this and just let me get back into ring shape and then we can go from there.”
“So what does your agent think of all of this, you know wrestling again?” D asked.
“He doesn't know yet...”
{TBC}
