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Post by simon on Mar 9, 2007 18:17:57 GMT -5
Simon trains alone within the XWA training facility in 11 Penn. The area in the massive training complex he's in is seemingly empty, though the gym itself wasn't. People still feared him for what he was, and as such, no one dared even get close to him. The thuds and pounds of his fists and feet hitting the heavy bag sound like cannon shots, and are almost impossible to not marvel at from afar. He steps back, taking a breather from his striking practice long enough to wipe the sweat from his brow. He walks over to a near by wall and leans against it. He closes his eyes in small meditation, but his train of thought is broken by a voice...
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 9, 2007 18:21:47 GMT -5
Well hello there Mr. Fierhart
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Post by adam on Mar 9, 2007 18:24:56 GMT -5
Hey uhm...Mr. Fierhart. Uh...puttin' a beatin' to that Heavy bag huh? Might not be anything left of it after your done with it. I...just wanted to come over and introduce myself. I'm Adam D...Devlin.
Adam reluctantly makes an attempt to spark a conversation with Fierhart.
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Post by simon on Mar 9, 2007 18:26:47 GMT -5
Simon slowly opens his eyes to find 2 of the young superstars flanking his left and right. In his raspy voice, he responds.
At least I'm not the only person you puts this gym to use...
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Post by adam on Mar 9, 2007 18:29:47 GMT -5
Adam seemed a bit shocked that Fierhart was actually...polite. He looks over at Wyle with surprise and continues.
Uhm...yea. Absolutely. I'm in here every other day. It's alot more high tech then I'm used to, but hell, it's free, so why not. yanno? heh heh heh.
Adam tries to cut his own nervousness by making a small joke.
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 9, 2007 18:31:24 GMT -5
Not by a long shot
Keith says as he looks at nervous kid on the other of Simon
What are you nervous about, you acting like he is the shit on wax
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Post by simon on Mar 9, 2007 18:33:50 GMT -5
Motionless, Simon responds.
That's an interesting way of looking at it. But tell me something, son. Why do you fight? I don't mean the bullshit reason you gave to get hired. At you CORE, Why do you do what you do. And that goes to both of you.
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Post by adam on Mar 9, 2007 18:37:41 GMT -5
Adam look at Wyle with shuttering amazement, He obviously has no clue. He tries to whisper to him.
Dude, what are you MENTAL. That's SIMON FIERHART. He's like a freakin' wrestling god. 1 of the baddest men on the planet. Show some respect, dude.
He turns to Simon and answers his question.
I fight to prove to myself that I'm good enough to be here. It's all mental for me. I'm not looking for glory, or fame. i'm just looking for world class competition to knuckle up with.
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Post by simon on Mar 9, 2007 18:38:55 GMT -5
Simon nods inquisitively at Adam's response. He tilts his head towards Keith awaiting his.
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 9, 2007 18:43:23 GMT -5
The same reason any man should fight glory and the thrill of beating the crap out of someone
Looks at the so-called daredevil and says
I know who he is and i do respect him, that's why I didn't say anything worse than that
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Post by simon on Mar 9, 2007 18:53:25 GMT -5
Simon laughs to himself a bit. He walks back over to the heavy bag and give it a good, stiff kick, almost sending it into orbit. The thud startles everyone else near. As the bag swings violently back and forth behind him, Simon turns to the 2 men and responds.
If that's the reason why you both fight, you're both IDIOTS. There's no glory in fighting. There's no "proving yourself". There's only the battle. ONLY the fight. That's what amazes me about you kids these days. You think this is about making a name for yourself. About being famous. There was a time in history were men fought simply for the sake of FIGHTING. There was no glory. No prizes. No championships. Just 2 men, with the intent to test there limits. The one who was still standing, or still breathing, he was worthy of going on. Of fighting another day. THAT'S what I fight for. Survival. Glory. Championships. "Fame". It's meaningless. Once you've breathed you last, all of it goes away. If you can't figure that out...hmmmph, you're lost.
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Post by adam on Mar 9, 2007 18:56:34 GMT -5
Adam stands with a confused look on his face. He enquires a bit more.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a sec. If you're not fighting to make a name for yourself, what's the point? What's the use of being strong if you can't be recognized for it? Isn't that the whole basis behind full contact amd combat sports altogether?
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 9, 2007 19:02:25 GMT -5
True. when it's all over none of that matters, but to fight just to fight gets you nothing, leaves you with nothing. No matter if we are just "kids" every man no every person strives for immortality and even though no one attains everlasting life a championship, glory can at least allow a person's name to live on after their time. Look at you Simon you speak of the fight and that's it for you but when you time comes you will be remembered, your name will be carried on in the books and halls of history.
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Post by simon on Mar 9, 2007 19:06:39 GMT -5
My boy, If that's your train of thought, you've lost already. But I don't fault you for it. You're still young. The side of "combat sports" is what you see on TV. What you've watched since you were a kid. I come from a different world. A world where to lose a fight meant losing more then just pride. These hands of mines, they have blood on them. I'm not proud of it, but it's what's made me who I am. And that's a killer. For a man like me, fame and power are novelties. True power comes from what you can do with your fists. Anything else is just details.
Simon looks to Keith.
And trust me from experience, Legacies are earned. The one I leave behind me is soaked in crimson, but in the end. When My time comes, and I look back on it. I wouldn't change a bit of it.
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Post by Keith Wyle on Mar 9, 2007 19:09:53 GMT -5
I intend on earning mine, not like you earned yours at least not yet. If I didn't want to earn a legacy i wouldn't be here.
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