Post by Adrien Cochrane on May 8, 2012 18:11:25 GMT -5
Honestly, I’m not even sure this is a good idea. Yeah, there’s a significant amount of upside to this decision. It’s actually within the realm of possibility that I could pick things up right where I left off. And it’s not like this is too much of a risk…other than the likely possibility of severely injuring myself, but it’s nothing I’ve never dealt with before. If it doesn’t work out, I can go back to retirement and focus on my music career. Obviously, I’m going to be very rusty but, who knows…maybe this whole mess will be worth it.
[Buzz buzz buzz buzz click]
[And outstretched arm reaches for the off button of the alarm clock, emitting the time of seven o’clock with a dim green light.]
[Yawn.]
[The owner of that arm sits up, wiping his eyes as he lets out a second yawn. He groggily puts on his slippers that were waiting for him beside his bed and walks into his bathroom. After a quick brush of his teeth and spitting out a mouthful of mouthwash, Adrien Cochrane stares into the mirror. His somewhat short, dirty blonde hair, despite the fact he just rolled out of bed, fell right into place with his bangs barely covering the top half of his forehead. His blue eyes stared directly at their reflective counterparts.]
Today, I try to get back on the horse.
[Adrien has given this moment a lot of thought over the past month. Adrien Cochrane hasn’t stepped foot in a wrestling ring since June 13th, 2010. After nearly two years of walking away from it, Adrien is beginning to feel tempted to give it another shot.]
[Cochrane slipped down stairs, wearing a plain royal blue t-shirt and pair of dark blue jeans. Midway through picking up his house phone and dialing an old number, he started to give one of those “what the hell are you thinking” smiles.]
Voice on phone: “Hello?”
Adrien: “Yes, Edward Nair?”
[The man who fired Adrien from the AWA in 2008]
Nair: “This is Nair. Who the hell is this?”
Gulp…
Adrien: “Adrien Cochrane.”
[Adrien can barely hear his former boss’s sigh on the other end of the line.]
Nair: “What do you want?”
Well, that could have been a lot worse…
Adrien: “I know we didn’t exactly end our working relationship on good terms…
Nair: “You said you hoped I would rot in hell in a press conference when OLW picked you up. Though to be fair…I didn’t exactly treat you too fairly when I took over the AWA. You have a point somewhere in this, Mr. Cochrane?”
Adrien: “Well, sir, I’m considering getting back in the ring. I mean, I’m still young and still in shape. With a little bit of retraining and getting a few matches under my belt, maybe I can get back to my old form.”
[ A long pause followed Adrien’s words. Nair was obviously mulling things over.]
Nair: “So you were wondering if I could talk to any wrestling heads on your behalf to get you a tryout?”
Adrien: “Something like that.”
[Edward gives another irritated sigh.]
Nair: “I’ll make a couple of phone calls. Gah, I do NOT know why I am doing this for you.”
[Adrien smiles ear to ear.]
Adrien: “Perhaps this is just something that might be a prelude to us being something other than mortal enemies.”
[If Adrien was in his presence, he would probably have witnessed an eye roll. Nair responds with a somewhat aggravated tone.]
Nair: “Goodbye, Adrien.”
[Click.]
[The former WWA wrestler sits down on his black leather couch.]
Adrien: “And now, I wait.”
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Well, Edward Nair kept his word and got me an interview with Premium Championship Wrestling. He also apparently sent them a transcript, a handful of video tapes, and sent a few former WWA guys to vouch for me, including my good buddy Python. I underestimate what that man can do sometimes. Well, either way, PCW is sending someone to meet up with me and fill out any paperwork. After this, the next time is trying to see if I still got it.
“Your usual drink, Mr. Cochrane?”
[The cruiserweight wrestler was zoned out, staring at the time on his cell phone. He looks up at the waitress and comes back to reality.]
Adrien: “Oh, yes. Thanks, Sandy.”
[The waitress scribbles on her pad and walks away. For a few moments, the only thing he could think about was the last time he attempted wrestling…so much happened to him in such a short amount of time. He met possibly the best friend he’s ever had, Matt “Python” Pithen. He had to hop from region to region. He dealt with so much betrayal and heartbreak, that it was taking a toll on him, and Adrien’s only 24. But the way Adrien sees it, he has nothing to lose other than his health. There were pros last time, and maybe this will turn out well.]
[Any moment now, the person who will change Adrien’s life will come into this restaurant and offer Adrien a new life.]
Adrien: “And there he is.”
[There was no way in hell the man who entered the restaurant was not involved in PCW. The gray polo shirt he was wearing had the yellow PCW logo on the right side. He enthusiastically walked to Adrien with his hand extended.]
“Adrien Cochrane! So great to meet you. Leo Hawkins, PCW Ambassador and talent scout.”
[Adrien shakes the man’s hand as he takes a seat across from Adrien.]
Adrien: “Nice to meet you as well. I take it you have good news for me based on your enthusiasm.”
Hawkins: “Oh, very good news. Our researchers and talent scouts are buzzing about you.”
Phew…that’s good…
Hawkins: “Terrell Ryder sent me with a contract ready for you. You’re pretty much already in.”
Adrien: “Awesome. I really appreciate this.”
Hawkins: “It’s no problem. Our next show is Saturday in Las Vegas. You’re not going to be booked, but you are definitely welcome to come backstage, meet everyone including Terrell, probably not even going to be against you doing a little promo.”
[Adrien chuckles.]
Adrien: “That’s great. I’ll be there.”
[Hawkins grabs his suitcase and gets out Adrien’s brand new contract. Just as he does, Sandy the waitress returns with Adrien’s beverage, a Barq’s root beer with no ice.]
Adrien: “Would you like anything to eat or drink while we go over this contract?”
Sure enough, Leo Hawkins seemed like a really nice guy and was very welcoming on behalf of PCW. After getting a little grub, I went over the contract and within an hour, I officially signed the contract. This could be the start of something great. We just have to see where this ride takes us.
[Buzz buzz buzz buzz click]
[And outstretched arm reaches for the off button of the alarm clock, emitting the time of seven o’clock with a dim green light.]
[Yawn.]
[The owner of that arm sits up, wiping his eyes as he lets out a second yawn. He groggily puts on his slippers that were waiting for him beside his bed and walks into his bathroom. After a quick brush of his teeth and spitting out a mouthful of mouthwash, Adrien Cochrane stares into the mirror. His somewhat short, dirty blonde hair, despite the fact he just rolled out of bed, fell right into place with his bangs barely covering the top half of his forehead. His blue eyes stared directly at their reflective counterparts.]
Today, I try to get back on the horse.
[Adrien has given this moment a lot of thought over the past month. Adrien Cochrane hasn’t stepped foot in a wrestling ring since June 13th, 2010. After nearly two years of walking away from it, Adrien is beginning to feel tempted to give it another shot.]
[Cochrane slipped down stairs, wearing a plain royal blue t-shirt and pair of dark blue jeans. Midway through picking up his house phone and dialing an old number, he started to give one of those “what the hell are you thinking” smiles.]
Voice on phone: “Hello?”
Adrien: “Yes, Edward Nair?”
[The man who fired Adrien from the AWA in 2008]
Nair: “This is Nair. Who the hell is this?”
Gulp…
Adrien: “Adrien Cochrane.”
[Adrien can barely hear his former boss’s sigh on the other end of the line.]
Nair: “What do you want?”
Well, that could have been a lot worse…
Adrien: “I know we didn’t exactly end our working relationship on good terms…
Nair: “You said you hoped I would rot in hell in a press conference when OLW picked you up. Though to be fair…I didn’t exactly treat you too fairly when I took over the AWA. You have a point somewhere in this, Mr. Cochrane?”
Adrien: “Well, sir, I’m considering getting back in the ring. I mean, I’m still young and still in shape. With a little bit of retraining and getting a few matches under my belt, maybe I can get back to my old form.”
[ A long pause followed Adrien’s words. Nair was obviously mulling things over.]
Nair: “So you were wondering if I could talk to any wrestling heads on your behalf to get you a tryout?”
Adrien: “Something like that.”
[Edward gives another irritated sigh.]
Nair: “I’ll make a couple of phone calls. Gah, I do NOT know why I am doing this for you.”
[Adrien smiles ear to ear.]
Adrien: “Perhaps this is just something that might be a prelude to us being something other than mortal enemies.”
[If Adrien was in his presence, he would probably have witnessed an eye roll. Nair responds with a somewhat aggravated tone.]
Nair: “Goodbye, Adrien.”
[Click.]
[The former WWA wrestler sits down on his black leather couch.]
Adrien: “And now, I wait.”
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Well, Edward Nair kept his word and got me an interview with Premium Championship Wrestling. He also apparently sent them a transcript, a handful of video tapes, and sent a few former WWA guys to vouch for me, including my good buddy Python. I underestimate what that man can do sometimes. Well, either way, PCW is sending someone to meet up with me and fill out any paperwork. After this, the next time is trying to see if I still got it.
“Your usual drink, Mr. Cochrane?”
[The cruiserweight wrestler was zoned out, staring at the time on his cell phone. He looks up at the waitress and comes back to reality.]
Adrien: “Oh, yes. Thanks, Sandy.”
[The waitress scribbles on her pad and walks away. For a few moments, the only thing he could think about was the last time he attempted wrestling…so much happened to him in such a short amount of time. He met possibly the best friend he’s ever had, Matt “Python” Pithen. He had to hop from region to region. He dealt with so much betrayal and heartbreak, that it was taking a toll on him, and Adrien’s only 24. But the way Adrien sees it, he has nothing to lose other than his health. There were pros last time, and maybe this will turn out well.]
[Any moment now, the person who will change Adrien’s life will come into this restaurant and offer Adrien a new life.]
Adrien: “And there he is.”
[There was no way in hell the man who entered the restaurant was not involved in PCW. The gray polo shirt he was wearing had the yellow PCW logo on the right side. He enthusiastically walked to Adrien with his hand extended.]
“Adrien Cochrane! So great to meet you. Leo Hawkins, PCW Ambassador and talent scout.”
[Adrien shakes the man’s hand as he takes a seat across from Adrien.]
Adrien: “Nice to meet you as well. I take it you have good news for me based on your enthusiasm.”
Hawkins: “Oh, very good news. Our researchers and talent scouts are buzzing about you.”
Phew…that’s good…
Hawkins: “Terrell Ryder sent me with a contract ready for you. You’re pretty much already in.”
Adrien: “Awesome. I really appreciate this.”
Hawkins: “It’s no problem. Our next show is Saturday in Las Vegas. You’re not going to be booked, but you are definitely welcome to come backstage, meet everyone including Terrell, probably not even going to be against you doing a little promo.”
[Adrien chuckles.]
Adrien: “That’s great. I’ll be there.”
[Hawkins grabs his suitcase and gets out Adrien’s brand new contract. Just as he does, Sandy the waitress returns with Adrien’s beverage, a Barq’s root beer with no ice.]
Adrien: “Would you like anything to eat or drink while we go over this contract?”
Sure enough, Leo Hawkins seemed like a really nice guy and was very welcoming on behalf of PCW. After getting a little grub, I went over the contract and within an hour, I officially signed the contract. This could be the start of something great. We just have to see where this ride takes us.