Post by Ian Echo on Mar 18, 2015 23:40:39 GMT -5
The streetlights lit up the deserted Main Street of Holston, Pennsylvania. All the shops' lights were out, and the signs on the doors were turned to Closed. Only the sheriff's office and municipal hall had lights on. Henry Murdoch, who most referred to as Hank or Mayor, resided. Late night for the Mayor, Ian Echo thought to himself as he walked down the center line of Main Street, which divided traffic.
Ian wasn't born in Holston, but ever since he could remember he had lived in this dull town. He always felt like the outcast of town, like he didn't belong. Maybe it was the way he dressed, or the way he talked, but he never knew why. He never had a friend, unless his mother counted. He never knew his father, nor met him. His mother always said he was a bad man, which was most likely the reason he died years ago.
Ian stopped in the middle of the street, searching the night with his eyes. If Ed had seen him Jaywalking in the street, Old Ed would be out here telling him what is wrong with the situation while writing him a ticket. He laughed at the thought and continued walking.
God, he hated this town—the people, the layout, and the weather. He always thought about burning it down with the people locked inside and watching it burn from afar with a pair of binoculars—watching them scream and die a painful, slow death. He chuckled to himself.
Voice: "Mr. Echo, up a little late tonight, are we?"
Ian turned, and a few feet in front of him stood Rosalind Burger. He knew her; he knew her a little too much, in his opinion. When he was enrolled in Holston High School, he'd spent hours inside her office. She was always trying to help him; he never needed her help. He hated her.
Ian Echo: "Ms. Burger! How are you?"
She smiled. He hated that smile.
Rosalind Burger: "Well, Ian, very well. What are you doing outside so late?"
Ian kept his smile going, fighting to not let it disappear.
Ian Echo: "I could ask you the same, Ms. Burger."
He laughed a fake laugh, but Rosalind couldn't tell.
Ian Echo: "I'm just enjoying a beautiful night on the town, clearing my mind. I got big things coming up."
Rosalind Burger: "I've heard you're going to be the head of the hardcore division in Dean Willard's new promotion."
Ian Echo: "You are correct."
Rosalind Burger: "Not fully sure what that is."
Ian Echo: "You'll love it; you really will."
No, she won't. No one will, he thought to himself.
Ian Echo: "My father... He used to own a hardcore wrestling promotion, did you know that?"
Rosalind Burger: "I remember you saying something in one of our meetings way way back."
Ian Echo: "Yep."
Rosalind Burger: "Well, I'll be watching and rooting for you, Ian. It will be good, and it will be good to see you use that brain of yours on something good and creative."
Ian Echo: "Thanks. I'm super excited."
Rosalind Burger: "If you'll excuse me, I must be getting home."
Ian Echo: "Good night, Ms. Burger. Be safe, and I'll have a ticket with your name on it."
She smiled.
Rosalind Burger: "I look forward to it, Ian. Goodnight, and make it home safe."
Ian Echo: "I will."
Rosalind turned away as the smile faded on his face and as he waved his hand in the air. She didn't know; nobody knew what hardcore wrestling was. People were only familiar with traditional wrestling, and they were in for quite a surprise. He knew nothing of his father, but the fact that he ran a hardcore wrestling promotion, and after watching a few tapes himself, he fell in love with it; the concept, the brutality behind it. He wanted to recreate what his father had, even though he never knew him. He felt he had to.
Footsteps broke his train of thought. As he spun around, he came face-to-face with a man he had never seen before. The man stood with a smirk and his hand extended out.
The Man: "Sorry, but I heard you talking to that woman over there... Are you Ian... Ian Echo?"
Ian Echo: "Yes."
The Man: "Great! I've been looking for you!"
Ian gave the man a suspicious look. It seemed odd that anyone would be looking for him.
Ian Echo: "Who are you?"
The Man: "Oh right, silly me... People call me Oddball."
Ian Echo: "Oddball?"
Oddball: "Yep, and I knew your father."
They stood in silence.
Ian wasn't born in Holston, but ever since he could remember he had lived in this dull town. He always felt like the outcast of town, like he didn't belong. Maybe it was the way he dressed, or the way he talked, but he never knew why. He never had a friend, unless his mother counted. He never knew his father, nor met him. His mother always said he was a bad man, which was most likely the reason he died years ago.
Ian stopped in the middle of the street, searching the night with his eyes. If Ed had seen him Jaywalking in the street, Old Ed would be out here telling him what is wrong with the situation while writing him a ticket. He laughed at the thought and continued walking.
God, he hated this town—the people, the layout, and the weather. He always thought about burning it down with the people locked inside and watching it burn from afar with a pair of binoculars—watching them scream and die a painful, slow death. He chuckled to himself.
Voice: "Mr. Echo, up a little late tonight, are we?"
Ian turned, and a few feet in front of him stood Rosalind Burger. He knew her; he knew her a little too much, in his opinion. When he was enrolled in Holston High School, he'd spent hours inside her office. She was always trying to help him; he never needed her help. He hated her.
Ian Echo: "Ms. Burger! How are you?"
She smiled. He hated that smile.
Rosalind Burger: "Well, Ian, very well. What are you doing outside so late?"
Ian kept his smile going, fighting to not let it disappear.
Ian Echo: "I could ask you the same, Ms. Burger."
He laughed a fake laugh, but Rosalind couldn't tell.
Ian Echo: "I'm just enjoying a beautiful night on the town, clearing my mind. I got big things coming up."
Rosalind Burger: "I've heard you're going to be the head of the hardcore division in Dean Willard's new promotion."
Ian Echo: "You are correct."
Rosalind Burger: "Not fully sure what that is."
Ian Echo: "You'll love it; you really will."
No, she won't. No one will, he thought to himself.
Ian Echo: "My father... He used to own a hardcore wrestling promotion, did you know that?"
Rosalind Burger: "I remember you saying something in one of our meetings way way back."
Ian Echo: "Yep."
Rosalind Burger: "Well, I'll be watching and rooting for you, Ian. It will be good, and it will be good to see you use that brain of yours on something good and creative."
Ian Echo: "Thanks. I'm super excited."
Rosalind Burger: "If you'll excuse me, I must be getting home."
Ian Echo: "Good night, Ms. Burger. Be safe, and I'll have a ticket with your name on it."
She smiled.
Rosalind Burger: "I look forward to it, Ian. Goodnight, and make it home safe."
Ian Echo: "I will."
Rosalind turned away as the smile faded on his face and as he waved his hand in the air. She didn't know; nobody knew what hardcore wrestling was. People were only familiar with traditional wrestling, and they were in for quite a surprise. He knew nothing of his father, but the fact that he ran a hardcore wrestling promotion, and after watching a few tapes himself, he fell in love with it; the concept, the brutality behind it. He wanted to recreate what his father had, even though he never knew him. He felt he had to.
Footsteps broke his train of thought. As he spun around, he came face-to-face with a man he had never seen before. The man stood with a smirk and his hand extended out.
The Man: "Sorry, but I heard you talking to that woman over there... Are you Ian... Ian Echo?"
Ian Echo: "Yes."
The Man: "Great! I've been looking for you!"
Ian gave the man a suspicious look. It seemed odd that anyone would be looking for him.
Ian Echo: "Who are you?"
The Man: "Oh right, silly me... People call me Oddball."
Ian Echo: "Oddball?"
Oddball: "Yep, and I knew your father."
They stood in silence.
