A Bittersweet Reunion
Bone was walking backstage in the hall to the sound of his music and the cheers of a jammed packed arena. He was coming back from the match and that was when he noticed something was wrong with this scene. No one was around to take a comment. It bothered him none, since no one paid attention to the unknown. He should know as he once made it his business to be so. Remaining as a no name was going to be near impossible in a place such as this. Bone could hear it now.
Pass.
Pass.
Pass.
Now normally, a rookie would be more than thrilled about winning their first match, especially if that rookie had managed to defeat someone like this. Bone's feelings toward this were unclear to even him. He believed his win here tonight was a fluke. He did not think someone like him that had trained for a year in wrestling could defeat a pro like Ranken. His performance had proved it paid off. Bone knew that he being an already skilled fighter and a free runner had much to do with it too.
Bone had not a one. He did not dream of a championship belt around his waist. His aim was not to be the wrestler with a streak. Bone just came here because he was told it was a new beginning.
His conference with himself then concluded when he notice a young woman walking in the same hall as him. He believed she was someone from the production crew. She soon saw Bone and gave him a smile.
'Good match.'
Bone gave her a faint smile and a nod for those kind words. Without saying another word, they walk pass one another and gone their own ways. His face was then like stone again. He did like the compliment, but it was nothing more than a job. Bone made it clear to himself that he wanted to keep it just as that.
It was nighttime in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, as the show had concluded not too long ago. Bone was back at the hotel. He was walking in a hall with his wrestling gear packed in a knapsack that hung over his shoulder. Before he approached his room, he paused and took a hard look at his surroundings. Seeing that things were normal here, Bone unlocked the door with a slip of the room's keycard and then went in.
Once inside, he tossed the knapsack on the bed and walked over to the room's mini cooler. Bone opened it and took out some chilled water.
'You know it's against the law to break into someone's room.'
Coming out from the bathroom was a hot looking Latina with a towel wrapped around her.
'Scarlet?' It was clear by the shock look on his face that he did not think he would be seeing her so soon. Bone had regained his cool. 'What are you doing here?'
She was toweling her long red hair with the use of a towel that was not around her. 'I took a shower.' Scarlet took a seat on the bed as she crossed her legs and gave him an alluring look. 'I wanted to be all nice and clean for you.'
Bone did not falter from her seduction.
'Scarlet.'
'Fine,' she sighed in defeat. Scarlet soon lied down and stared up at the ceiling. 'I came here to check out the show.' She then turned and looked at him with a smirk. 'I suppose congratulations are in order.'
Bone was not convinced. Before him was not the Latina that he knew. She was putting on the seductress act real thick. He knew this served as an agenda for her. Bone decided to play along, until he found out the real reason for her being here.
'Thanks.' He closed the cooler, finally. He then leaned back against it and looked at her with a small smirk. 'Hearing kind words from you is kind of unexpected.'
'Oh?'
Bone opened the bottle water in the plans of drinking it.
'I thought you would still be mad at me.' He soon watched as a stiletto had pierced the bottle in his hand. Bone remained cool even though he came real close to losing a finger. 'I'll take that as a yes.'
Scarlet was now standing with her arm still stretch out from throwing him that stiletto. She let her arm fall as she then turned her back on him.
'I cannot believe you left us for men in tights.' She glared. Scarlet then let out a cynical laugh. 'I have wondered if you played for the other team and now I know.'
Bone took one more look at the pierced bottle before he sat it down on top of the cooler.
'You know not all us former cons have sugar in their tanks. Besides, you of all people should know that I am into women.' He then looked at her with some concern. 'I do not think this is about me leaving the old man.'
Scarlet stood in silence.
'I did not want that life anymore.' Bone walked to her and watched as she remained still when he placed his hands on her shoulders. He gave her a warm look. 'Come with me.'
Scarlet closed her eyes and savored his touch she missed so much. It did not last long, though, as she remembered he was the one that broke her heart. She soon spun around and placed a stiletto against his neck.
'So you came here to take my life.' Bone was still cool. He looked at her with a raised brow. 'Is this for the old man, or is this personal?'
'He felt like you betrayed him so of course he wants you dead.' Scarlet glared. She then lowered it from his neck and watched as he was giving her a curious look. 'I talked him out of it, though.'
'How?'
Scarlet just held up her hand. Bone did not understand but then noticed the band around her finger. He could not believe this. She moved her hand close to her bosom and held it there.
'I know he is not going to leave me for a poor life.'
Bone had regained his cool.
'You should be walking on air, then.'
Scarlet turned her back on him and crossed her arms.
'I am.'
Bone looked at her with much concern now as he did not like how that sounded.
'I see.'
Meanwhile, outside his room, four men in brand name suits were standing in front of the door with guns drawn. One suit soon kicked opened the door with great force. The suits then stormed in the room.
No one was inside other than the Latina. She just sat at the end of the bed as she was filing her nails with the use of a stiletto. The suits soon began searching the room. A familiar suit then came in. It was Isaiah.
'He's not here, so clear out.'
The suits soon stopped searching and went out the room, leaving him alone with the young woman.
'Was the fuck that good? I mean, it must have been, if you let him escape like this.'
'He overpowered me.' She continued filing her nails. Scarlet looked up at him with a smirk. 'Besides, he smelled you coming.'
'I knew Bone was a mutt,' Isaiah laughed.
'Well, if you did not smell like you have been kissing someone's ass, then you would have succeeded this time.'
'I still say you let him go,' Isaiah glared.
He did not scare her, as she had soon stopped filing her nails and gave him a glare of her own. Scarlet then smirked at him.
'Who do you think he's going to believe, you or his own wife?'
Isaiah glared at her for a moment longer before he stormed out the room.
'Bitch.'
He was then gone. She still smirked as it felt great to punk him like that. Scarlet then turned and looked over at the open window that Bone had used to escape. Her smirk soon turned to a somewhat strange smile.
It had been three weeks since Bone's somewhat awkward reunion with Scarlet. He was home in the not so innocent California. It seemed like came back here for some relaxation but that was so far from the truth.
Bone was running around in the old industrial district.
He dash around some broken concrete columns. Bone had soon passed them all without making so much as a mistake.
Bone then picked up the pace and hopped up on a concrete barricade. He saw that there was a long line barricades before him. He began hopping on each one. Bone could see he was approaching a high wall. Once he came to the last barricade, he jumped and ran up the wall some before swinging himself up and over it.
He landed in a crouching position but he soon shot up and began running again. Bone saw he was in some kind of an enclosed area. He then noticed he was coming to a large sinkhole. Bone crossed the sinkhole by running across the sidewall. He resumed running down this area like he was air himself.
Bone came to some stairs that lead upward to a new area. Instead of climbing up the stairs, he hopped on the railing and ascended it. Once he came to the top, Bone jumped high and grabbed hold of a hanging bar. He climbed up the bar and walked across it to a building top.
He then jumped from building top to building top, until coming to a top he could not make without plunging to his death. Bone soon looked around for a solution. He then noticed a long drainage pipe. He knew it was a gamble but he believed he could make it to the pipe. Bone walked far back and focused on overcoming this. He soon began running toward the building top. Before coming to the ledge, he planted a foot in the ground and jumped off the building as he soared across there. Bone managed to grab the pipe.
He climbed up it in great speed. Once he made it to the top, the pipe broke apart and plummeted to the ground with a loud crash. Bone did not even look back as he just resumed running again. He soon noticed he was coming up to a long cord. Bone went in his pocket and took out what appeared to be a leather strap. He slapped this around there and slid down the line, real fast.
Before coming to the line's end, Bone released his hold on the strap and rolled on the ground and back to his feet. He ran over to a standing pole where it looked like he had snagged something off of it. Bone then stopped running altogether as he just stood there, panting.
Time.
He was holding a watch in his hand. Bone could see he had broken his old time by three seconds. What he did just now was hone his free running and parkour skills. Bone believed the old industrial district is the ideal place for this. He did not have to be concern about no one coming here, as this place been abandoned for some years now. It was his personal dojo.
Bone walked over to some concrete pipes and took a seat on one. He stared up at the clear blue skies. His thoughts soon wander over to the redhead Latina as he wondered how she was doing. He shook his head and pushed her from his mind, since she had moved on with her life.
Bone's rear began playing a tune. He was getting a message on his cell. He went in his back pocket and took it out. Bone flipped the cell open and accessed it. It was from AWC. He read it to himself. His face then became like stone as he flipped the cell close. It seemed like he was going to have his second match this week in Cincinnati.
Just like the redhead Latina, he had moved on with his life and this was it.