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A Change of Weaponry; Paladin prepares for Superbattle.
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Topic Started: Mar 22 2018, 02:29 PM (68 Views)
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Paladin
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Mar 22 2018, 02:29 PM
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Paladins never forget.
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Paladin's arm was in a sling, but the man himself was in the gym nonetheless, exercising his legs and doing whatever else he could to try and keep his body in shape. After undergoing a second shoulder surgery, Paladin had been warned by his doctors not to exert himself, but that was a recommendations he knew that he could not follow. With Superbattle only around a month away, he had to prepare himself. Despite his suspension, he had to be ready not only to prove to PRW officials that he was ready to compete, but also to win Superbattle.
Part of his predictions had come true. Mordrad had indeed won the PRW Heavyweight Championship from Ata. Before, the Obsidian Knight could refuse his requests for a rematch as much as he chose. However, as the title holder, he could not deny the winner of Superbattle their match. In short, if he wanted to have his revenge against Mordrad, this was the only guaranteed way of earning it. Paladin patted down his arm; it was still sore despite all of the painkillers he had been given for it. Paladin gasped for air as he did laps around the old gym in his home town, exercising at odd hours of the day so no one would have to see him struggle.
"I am not surprised that I found you here Rider." Father Carter, Paladin's old friend and a minister said as he entered the doorway. He was dressed in simple workout gear; sweatpants and a t-shirt. "I have not seen you at mass or for your confessions in quite some time."
"Were you worried about me?" Rider asked, sitting down on an exercise mat and looking up at him.
"I've been worried about you long before that Rider." Carter placed bag by the side of the ring set up in the old gym. This gym used to be a place where all of the local boxers in Chicago trained. But now? It was kept open purely by the donations of a few select visitors who were willing to pay a high amount just to keep the place open. Paladin was among those patrons. "I see that you're disobeying your doctors orders."
"I have to be ready. When Superbattle comes, I need to step in and win." Paladin said, rising back to his feet to continue. "Otherwise, my career might as well be over." "Your career is more likely to be over if you push yourself too hard in the state you're in." Carter hopped up on the ring apron and gestured for Paladin to join him. "Come on. Indulge an old minister for awhile between laps."
Paladin sighed, but in truth he was grateful for the reprieve. He hopped next to Carter, taking long sips of his waterbottle. He usually was not so easily gassed, but lately, exercise has been difficult given the dead weight he was forced to lug around shaped like his arm. "I fear that your hatred of Mordrad has lead you astray Rider."
"Can you blame me for hating him?" Paladin pointed at his arm. "After what he put me through?" "You did not join PRW to defeat Mordrad. You joined it to put an end to hardcore wrestling." Carter shook his head, recalling unpleasant memories. "I still remember all the times you came to confess your sins, telling me how it was your fault that your tag team partner was injured. Have you forgotten about him?"
"Never." Paladin said assuredly. His temper was beginning to make itself known. No one, not even Carter, was allowed to speak about this issue. "I would prefer not to discuss it." "I still have the pictures you brought with you the first time you came to my church." Carter grabbed an envelope from his bag. "Remember these?"
Paladin could barely look when Carter pulled them out. They were pictures Paladin had taken after his tag team partner has plunged face-first into a light tube during a hardcore match. That match ended one career, and gave new life to another, as Paladin vowed to eliminate hardcore wrestling in its entirety. The injuries to his partner could not be described with words. None of his facial features had been spared by the glass. It was something not even the world's most skilled surgeons could fix.
Paladin snarled. "What are you trying to tell me Carter?!" "This is why you fight Rider!" Carter yelled back. "You fight for revenge! But not because Mordrad injured you. No, you fight because this is what businesses like PRW subject their competitors to every single day of the week! You are training to fight your enemy? THIS IS YOUR ENEMY!"
"So, stop feeling sorry for yourself, and get past this grudge between you and Mordrad or, mark my words, it will destroy you." Carter looked at Paladin's arm. "Whatever's left of you that is."
Paladin could not meet Carter's eyes. He knew that the minister was right. It was why he had lost the title to Lal Singh after all. He was so focused on Mordrad that he had forgotten his purpose. But...Carter didn't know what it felt like, sitting in a hospital bed, fearing that your career that you've worked your whole life to earn was almost taken away. To know that the man who did it to you did not even think that you were worthy of a rematch. No, this grudge between himself and Mordrad could not be ended so easily.
"I need to fight him. Until I do...I cannot pursue my purpose." Rider said, looking back at Carter stoically. There was no changing his mind. The minister shook his head, disappointed, but not surprised. "You know that even when the doctors clear you, you won't be at one hundred percent right? Injuries like that never heal entirely. You won't be able to rely on your punches as much anymore." Carter explained, standing up.
"I will find a way." Paladin said. "No matter what it takes." "Then if I cannot deter you from your path, perhaps I can make traveling down it easier. Come on." Carter himself was a boxer before, after a long life spent fighting, he decided to turn devote himself to his faith. However, he still knew more about fighting than anyone else Paladin had met in his lifetime. "If you cannot rely on your punches, then you will have to focus on something else."
"What do you mean?" "Your legs. I saw your match with Singh. You could learn a lot from her." Carter said. "I'm not an expert on this sort of thing, but I should be able to get you started with the basics. I'm going to teach you how to kick-box."
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Credit to Regan Crowe for the Awesome Signature
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