Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 8:07:08 GMT -6
The view from the highest point in the Tokyo Tower is absolutely astonishing. Owen's never been to Japan before so this is something new to him and Ashley, they've been to America and Canada so Japan is something out of his comfort zones. He looks down at the view, thinking about what his strategy is going to be against an opponent he hardly knows anything about. Ashley moves up next to him sighing in excitement and amazement.
Ashley: It's pretty amazing, huh? So much history and colour.
Owen sighs in amazement and slowly nods his head. Owen finally comes to as he realises his wife's been talking to him the whole time.
Owen: Huh? what? Oh...The view, right! Yeah it's beautiful and peaceful.
Ashley notices something isn't right...She's good at picking up these sorts of things. It's what comes naturally especially when you're married to a thinker like Owen Gonsalves.
Ashley: What's wrong, Jake Long? You seem down in the dumps...Not that there are any dumps near by besides Johnny Styles but you get what I mean.
Owen: I'm not down in the dumps, I'm just down in the ring...Well, mentally. I'm thinking about how I'm going to tackle this Mills character. All I know is that he's basically just like me...Fair and fast. He prefers clean mat technique over smashing a trash can over someone's head which is partly different but still.
A smirk appears on Ashley's face.
Ashley: Play to your strengths...I bet you're quicker than this guy so use that. Give the crowd a show...Not that you wouldn't otherwise but show them that you can easily knock this guy down a peg or two with one of your dives or cross bodies. Play your normal game and if he's faster, you out speed him and take him down. Of all people you should know that the ultimate weakness to a fast character is submissions. So ground him and work on his leg, babe! Come on, get your ass in the game and get your ass back downstairs too...I want some souvenirs and I expect you to pay for them.
Owen chuckles a little as Ashley smacks his behind before making her way back down. Owen however decides to stay and think a little more.
Owen: You're as clean as they come, Mills but I expect a damn hard fight. Let's get this bitch rolling!
*********
Two knocks on the door and maybe 6 or 7 phone calls isn't the best wake up but It's what Owen gets as on the other end of the door is his father, Obrie Gonsalves. Owen in his Charlie Sheen boxer shorts (Don't ask), grimly opens the door to see his father all suited up as if he's about to go to a wedding. Owen stands in shock, rubbing his eyes a few times.
Owen: Dad? What the hell are you doing in Japan? In a suit and tie nonetheless?
Obrie: Hello to you too, you sad sob.
Owen rolls his eyes as he steps aside allowing his father into his hotel room.
Obrie: Shit place.
Owen: Gee, thanks...It's Japan and it's New Edge. Jesse Styles is as cheap as it goes...You still haven't answered my question by the way?
Obrie: Why I'm here? I'm on business. I thought I'd visit my son and his wife.
Obrie sits down on the small couch in the lounge area as Owen goes back in his room and brings out his alarm clock, it's 4:17 AM.
Owen: In Japan? And at 4 AM in the morning?
Obrie: Why not, isn't Tokyo the city that never sleeps?
Owen: That's Las Vegas, Dad. And what sort of business work are you doing in Tokyo?
Obrie smiles and pats the space in the couch nest to him, motioning for Owen to sit.
Obrie: I'm glad you asked, Owen. You know how I started that new up and coming race team for Geelong, right?
Geelong is a city in Melbourne, Australia for those who don't know.
Owen: No, Dad you haven't called in around 2 months...I have no idea what the hell you're talking about.
Owen obviously still upset that he's lost a good amount of sleep is not exactly up to talking with his father at this moment.
Obrie: Hold on, where's your bathroom?
Owen: We only have one in our-
But before Owen could finish his sentence Owen's father is up and running into Owen's bedroom. Owen sighs and places his head in his hands as "What the f**k?!" is heard most likely said by Ashley herself as a tap starts running for about a minute before Owen's father comes back out with a bucket of water in his hands. He dunks the water which by Owen's reaction is assumingly freezing.
Obrie: Sorry, You weren't awake for a minute so I thought that might freshen you up a little? You better now?
Obrie smiles as Owen wipes his eyes from the water and stares at his soaking body. He already knows the day is going to be a long one.
*********
Owen finally sits back down as Ashley still sleeps. Owen has dried himself up and is much more awake now. He still looks a little grumpy although it doesn't bother his bored father who sits cross legged on the floor with his suit coat off and his tie loosened.
Owen: Dad, we have couches and chairs for a reason.
Obrie: Your chairs are crap. The floor is damn well better. After wasting my time are you actually ready to talk about the business.
Owen: Hold on...The business is about me?
Obrie: YES! Finally, you speak some sort of logic. I want you to help me run my company back home in Australia. I need someone young to take charge! I thought about for quite the while and despite all the work we've both put in to get you somewhere in wrestling, it just isn't working out. I have a feeling Racing could be your thing...I mean you obviously wouldn't step in a race car but you could handle it business wise. Hiring and firing! You can finally be your own boss.
Owen shakes his head quickly in disagreement.
Owen: Dad, I've told you for years that's not a business I'm heading down. And why of all the sons you have me? Oston would love to be rich and famous, Oscar would love to be rich and famous and hell even Ollie would love to be rich and famous...Sorry, Dad but Owen does not plan on being rich and famous at least not in that way. I've always wanted to be a wrestler! Entertain the fans, get that adrenaline rush that no other sport can give.
Obrie: No other sport except V8's! You can entertain the fans by giving them great races to watch and I'm sure just watching those races can give you the adrenaline rush like no other! The boys are doing better than you right now anyway! Oston is getting somewhere with his Swimming, Oliver is rising up the ranks in his Tennis and will be playing in almost all the majors coming up and Oscar is living the dream in the Race car business driving cars and getting famous. All my boys are doing well except you!
Owen stands up out of the seat disgusted in his father's attitude.
Owen: I'm sorry, Dad but wrestling is what I love and I really feel like I'm going to make it here in New Edge. It's a smaller roster but it has the best of the best in it!
Obrie: Owen, You haven't held a championship in nearly two years...Not to mention you've never defended any of the titles you've won! I'm not taking no for an answer...Co-Owner Owen Gonsalves...It's sort of a play on your name. I like it.
Owen: Well, I don't! I'm afraid NO is the only answer you're getting...Now I'd appreciate it if you leave Dad. I have a match to prepare for and I don't plan on you disrupting it any longer.
Owen points to the door as Obrie picks up his coat and heads to the door but before he does he turns around back at Owen who's looked away in anger.
Obrie: I'm your damn father, the least you could bloody do is show some respect and think about it. I'll be back by the end of August for your final answer.
With that he walks out and slams the door...Owen sits back down and sighs once again placing his head in his hands. While Owen does this it's clear to see that Ashley has been watching and listening to the whole scene. She closes her eyes and signs quietly too.
Ashley: It's pretty amazing, huh? So much history and colour.
Owen sighs in amazement and slowly nods his head. Owen finally comes to as he realises his wife's been talking to him the whole time.
Owen: Huh? what? Oh...The view, right! Yeah it's beautiful and peaceful.
Ashley notices something isn't right...She's good at picking up these sorts of things. It's what comes naturally especially when you're married to a thinker like Owen Gonsalves.
Ashley: What's wrong, Jake Long? You seem down in the dumps...Not that there are any dumps near by besides Johnny Styles but you get what I mean.
Owen: I'm not down in the dumps, I'm just down in the ring...Well, mentally. I'm thinking about how I'm going to tackle this Mills character. All I know is that he's basically just like me...Fair and fast. He prefers clean mat technique over smashing a trash can over someone's head which is partly different but still.
A smirk appears on Ashley's face.
Ashley: Play to your strengths...I bet you're quicker than this guy so use that. Give the crowd a show...Not that you wouldn't otherwise but show them that you can easily knock this guy down a peg or two with one of your dives or cross bodies. Play your normal game and if he's faster, you out speed him and take him down. Of all people you should know that the ultimate weakness to a fast character is submissions. So ground him and work on his leg, babe! Come on, get your ass in the game and get your ass back downstairs too...I want some souvenirs and I expect you to pay for them.
Owen chuckles a little as Ashley smacks his behind before making her way back down. Owen however decides to stay and think a little more.
Owen: You're as clean as they come, Mills but I expect a damn hard fight. Let's get this bitch rolling!
*********
Two knocks on the door and maybe 6 or 7 phone calls isn't the best wake up but It's what Owen gets as on the other end of the door is his father, Obrie Gonsalves. Owen in his Charlie Sheen boxer shorts (Don't ask), grimly opens the door to see his father all suited up as if he's about to go to a wedding. Owen stands in shock, rubbing his eyes a few times.
Owen: Dad? What the hell are you doing in Japan? In a suit and tie nonetheless?
Obrie: Hello to you too, you sad sob.
Owen rolls his eyes as he steps aside allowing his father into his hotel room.
Obrie: Shit place.
Owen: Gee, thanks...It's Japan and it's New Edge. Jesse Styles is as cheap as it goes...You still haven't answered my question by the way?
Obrie: Why I'm here? I'm on business. I thought I'd visit my son and his wife.
Obrie sits down on the small couch in the lounge area as Owen goes back in his room and brings out his alarm clock, it's 4:17 AM.
Owen: In Japan? And at 4 AM in the morning?
Obrie: Why not, isn't Tokyo the city that never sleeps?
Owen: That's Las Vegas, Dad. And what sort of business work are you doing in Tokyo?
Obrie smiles and pats the space in the couch nest to him, motioning for Owen to sit.
Obrie: I'm glad you asked, Owen. You know how I started that new up and coming race team for Geelong, right?
Geelong is a city in Melbourne, Australia for those who don't know.
Owen: No, Dad you haven't called in around 2 months...I have no idea what the hell you're talking about.
Owen obviously still upset that he's lost a good amount of sleep is not exactly up to talking with his father at this moment.
Obrie: Hold on, where's your bathroom?
Owen: We only have one in our-
But before Owen could finish his sentence Owen's father is up and running into Owen's bedroom. Owen sighs and places his head in his hands as "What the f**k?!" is heard most likely said by Ashley herself as a tap starts running for about a minute before Owen's father comes back out with a bucket of water in his hands. He dunks the water which by Owen's reaction is assumingly freezing.
Obrie: Sorry, You weren't awake for a minute so I thought that might freshen you up a little? You better now?
Obrie smiles as Owen wipes his eyes from the water and stares at his soaking body. He already knows the day is going to be a long one.
*********
Owen finally sits back down as Ashley still sleeps. Owen has dried himself up and is much more awake now. He still looks a little grumpy although it doesn't bother his bored father who sits cross legged on the floor with his suit coat off and his tie loosened.
Owen: Dad, we have couches and chairs for a reason.
Obrie: Your chairs are crap. The floor is damn well better. After wasting my time are you actually ready to talk about the business.
Owen: Hold on...The business is about me?
Obrie: YES! Finally, you speak some sort of logic. I want you to help me run my company back home in Australia. I need someone young to take charge! I thought about for quite the while and despite all the work we've both put in to get you somewhere in wrestling, it just isn't working out. I have a feeling Racing could be your thing...I mean you obviously wouldn't step in a race car but you could handle it business wise. Hiring and firing! You can finally be your own boss.
Owen shakes his head quickly in disagreement.
Owen: Dad, I've told you for years that's not a business I'm heading down. And why of all the sons you have me? Oston would love to be rich and famous, Oscar would love to be rich and famous and hell even Ollie would love to be rich and famous...Sorry, Dad but Owen does not plan on being rich and famous at least not in that way. I've always wanted to be a wrestler! Entertain the fans, get that adrenaline rush that no other sport can give.
Obrie: No other sport except V8's! You can entertain the fans by giving them great races to watch and I'm sure just watching those races can give you the adrenaline rush like no other! The boys are doing better than you right now anyway! Oston is getting somewhere with his Swimming, Oliver is rising up the ranks in his Tennis and will be playing in almost all the majors coming up and Oscar is living the dream in the Race car business driving cars and getting famous. All my boys are doing well except you!
Owen stands up out of the seat disgusted in his father's attitude.
Owen: I'm sorry, Dad but wrestling is what I love and I really feel like I'm going to make it here in New Edge. It's a smaller roster but it has the best of the best in it!
Obrie: Owen, You haven't held a championship in nearly two years...Not to mention you've never defended any of the titles you've won! I'm not taking no for an answer...Co-Owner Owen Gonsalves...It's sort of a play on your name. I like it.
Owen: Well, I don't! I'm afraid NO is the only answer you're getting...Now I'd appreciate it if you leave Dad. I have a match to prepare for and I don't plan on you disrupting it any longer.
Owen points to the door as Obrie picks up his coat and heads to the door but before he does he turns around back at Owen who's looked away in anger.
Obrie: I'm your damn father, the least you could bloody do is show some respect and think about it. I'll be back by the end of August for your final answer.
With that he walks out and slams the door...Owen sits back down and sighs once again placing his head in his hands. While Owen does this it's clear to see that Ashley has been watching and listening to the whole scene. She closes her eyes and signs quietly too.