Post by Furious Julius Fairweather on Dec 21, 2020 12:08:26 GMT -5
Saturday, December 12th, 2020
On the bright side, if there was such a thing, it left the current X-Factor Champion with plenty of time to train for his upcoming title defense. While working out with a speed bag, focusing on making every strike count, a loud buzzing interrupted Indy to inform him of a visitor at the front gate. Stepping away from the bag and making an attempt to control his breathing, Indy grabbed a nearby towel to wipe the perspiration from his face. He then made his way to the front of Doc’s gym/warehouse, and expecting a delivery of monthly groceries and supplies, he opted to raise the cargo door as opposed to checking the personal entrance. Indy then took a step back and watched as the door slowly raised in front of him.
The first thing he noticed was the bright morning sunlight and the chill of a Midwest’s December morning. The second thing was a pair of black dress shoes, soon to be followed by a pair of pressed dress pants. As the door continued to raise, Indy began to realize that it was not Doc’s supply delivery, as the figure standing outside the building was also wearing a black suit jacket, white dress shirt, and a black tie, certainly not the normal attire one of the delivery boys would be wearing.
Like a dramatic reveal of the hero in an action movie, the door slowly raised high enough to reveal the man’s face, although the morning sun behind him made it difficult to see clearly. Indy slipped his father’s sunglasses over his eyes, finally finding a practical use for them instead of wearing them for sentimental reasons. Finally, when the door raised high enough, the man who had been standing outside took a step into the building, allowing Indy to see him clearly for the first time.
Julius: “Goddamn! I like a dramatic entrance as much as the next guy, but it’s a cold mother fucker out there!”
Taking notice of his ethnicity, hair style, long sideburns and style of dress, Indy immediately saw something familiar in the stranger, and it didn’t take long for him to connect his appearance to that of man from a dream, many weeks prior.
Indy: “ But...wait...you’re...I know you…”
Julius: “ The name’s Julius. Julius Fairweather. I’m looking for a mother fucker named Doc Miyagi…”
Julius held out his hand, offering it as a friendly greeting. It was a gesture Indy found himself unable to recognize in that moment.
Indy: “Fairweather? But...but...you’re him...that is...he’s you…”
Julius’ welcoming smile began to fade into an expression of confusion as he continued to hold his hand out with the expectation of having it shaken.
Julius: “Yeah, my man. That’s me. And you are?”
Indy: “Fairweather...it can’t be you...I dreamed about you…”
Julius continued to hold out his hand, but began to move his eyes around the interior of the building, as if looking for something not immediately in sight.
Julius: “Is this how you greet every mother fucker that comes to your door? Is there a hidden camera around here or some shit?”
Indy: “No, it’s just that, I had this dream that you and I were friends. We were working out in the ring and you asked me what Mia Khalifa looked like... “
Julius: “You mean the titty actress?”
Indy: “Yeah that one...and then I turned to look at her and she was a lemur, and you asked if she looked like a lemur, and I said “what”, and you said “say what again mother fucker”, and then I said “what” again and you started to beat the living hell out of me…”
At this point, Julius put down his hand and his smile completely evaporated from his face.
Julius: “Look mother fucker, I’m about to beat your ass right here and now if you can’t answer one simple mother fucking question. Doctor Dalton Miyagi, is this his place?”
Indy tried his best to shake off the effects of disbelief and astonishment, finally raising his own hand to welcome the stranger despite the fact that Julius had already retracted his offer.
Indy: “Um...yeah...yeah this is it. I’m Indy Darling, and that’s not just good enough, it’s better...no...sorry...force of habit. This is Doc Miyagi’s gym, but I’m afraid he’s not available right now.”
Despite finally being able to put together nearly coherent sentences, Indy could not stop himself from eyeballing his guest as if he were recording his every feature to memory. It was not an action that went unnoticed by Julius Fairweather.
Julius: “Look mother fucker, if you don’t quit eyeballin’ me and talking about your wet dreams an’ shit, I’m bout to make you unavailable. Now take a big mother fucking step back and try to act like you haven’t suffered one too many concussions. You dig?”
Finally realizing how odd his actions must have seemed, Indy let out a slight chuckle and did indeed take a step back, more to prevent looking any any more like an idiot than for any other reason.
Julius: “We cool?”
Indy: “Um…yeah. Totally. We’re totally cool.”
Julius: “Now that’s what I like to hear. So, Dr. Miyagi...any idea when I might be able to catch him?”
Indy: “Well, not exactly. Doc recently had a...medical emergency. He’s actually in LA with his daughter for treatment. I don’t really have a timetable on when he might be back.”
Julius nodded his head while continuing to check out the inner workings of the warehouse/gym.
Julius: “Well, now that is a goddamn shame. It’s nothing serious, I hope?”
Indy: “I...don’t really know yet.”
Julius: “Mhm. Well I’m new to the area and I’ve been looking for a place to train, preferably with a trainer that has some professional wrestling experience. I was hoping this might be the place to go. I found this flyer at the Value Mart down the street...”
Julius held up a piece of paper with a black and white photo of Doc Miyagi during his wrestling days of the 1980’s. For a moment, it is all Indy can do to stifle a laugh upon seeing Doc’s mullet and striped Zubaz pants. Alongside the dated photograph are directions to the gym and information on potential training.
Indy: “Wow, you actually found one of those? Doc had our friend Malaysia put them up back around Halloween. The only responses we received were from homeless guys looking for a hot meal and a place to sleep. That’s not to say the training Doc can provide isn’t legit! He’s the real deal, for sure. There just didn’t seem to be a lot of demand for pro wrestling training in this neighborhood…”
Julius: “Well it’s a goddamn shame he’s not available. From what I hear, the mother fucker even has some contacts into major promotions. I was hoping between my own accomplishments and his managerial skills that I might have a shot at something.”
Indy cocked an eyebrow and took a moment to look over his shoulder at the practice ring and training equipment, and then, looking back at this man from his very strange dream, Indy came to a decision.
Indy: “Look, I’m preparing for a match, but I could take a few minutes if you want to share your info with me. I mean, I’m no trainer by any means, but Doc had been trying to find me a sparring partner before his health issues, and if you’ve really got experience…”
An extremely large and friendly smile came over the face of Julius Fairweather.
Julius: “Now you’re talking, mother fucker!”
What followed was a discussion of Julius’ career achievements in collegiate wrestling, boxing, and mixed martial arts, ultimately leading Indy seeing what Julius could do inside of a ring. By the time his visit was complete, Julius had not only found a place to train, but a valuable acquaintance who just happened to be a champion in a mainstream wrestling organization…
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Several hours later, after a fruitful day of planting seeds and making connections, the man calling himself Julius Fairweather returned to his one-bedroom apartment not far from Doc Miyagi’s gym. As he loosened his tie and smiled with satisfaction, a black woman with long blonde hair emerged from a nearby bedroom.
Julius: “Baby, you would not believe how well that went! You were right, that mother fucker is just begging to have some kind of friend. He invited me in before I even had a chance to give him my whole pitch.”
The woman, an adult escort known only as Malaysia, gave Julius a satisfied smile of her own.
Malaysia: “What did I tell you? The old man was dead set against it, but I knew we’d have a shot once he was out of the picture. That boy is so naive that he’ll do whatever it takes to get you into Project: Honor, just so he has a friend to hang out with.”
Julius gave her an awkward glance, rubbing his curly hair.
Julius: “Yeah, but it’s a damn shame having to capitalize on an old man’s heart attack.”
Malaysia: “Who gives a fuck about that old has-been? The bottom line is that our streak of bad luck is over. With your fighting background and a champion pushing for them to sign you, I wouldn’t be surprised if they have you on the roster in a week. It doesn’t hurt that they’re looking for fresh meat with the roster expansion…”
Julius: “About that. What if we get sent to different shows?”
Malaysia took a few steps toward Julius, smiling like a serpent in the Garden of Eden.
Malaysia: “Baby, ain’t nothing gonna keep that boy from getting himself a friend. And a Fairweather Friend at that. Hell, did he even ask you about the name?”
With her hands on his chest, Julius beamed from cheek to cheek.
Julius: “Hell no. That mother fucker was too busy rambling on about porn stars and lemurs. Even if he does, it ain’t no big deal. Everyone in wrestling uses a stage name. What matters is that I get that contract in my hand. By the time I take his spot, he’ll be so charmed by this bad mother fucker that he’ll be begging me to give him the time of day no matter what my name is.”
Malaysia: “Now that’s what I wanted to hear…”
With fantasies of superstardom and images of dollar signs floating in their mutual heads, the man known only as Julius Fairweather and Doc Miyagi’s favorite escort, Malaysia, engaged in a long and passionate kiss....
