Matthew Randall was cleaning out the storage area that was above the family garage to prepare to turn it into an apartment. He wanted to get out on his own, but hasn’t found that he’s earned enough to get a place outside of his parent’s property. So now he’s going to make this space his own.
“Mom, why do you have this stuff still? It doesn’t even fit me anymore.”
In the box was Matthew’s football jersey from Pee Wee and his first wrestling singlet. For him, they didn’t mean much. They were just trinkets that were in his way. As he cleared out the last of the boxes, he sat in the empty space.
Matthew Randall wasted no time dropping down and starting to do pushups. He imagined the loss to Ethan Frost, and knew that it was a setback in his career. He knew that he didn’t want to be looked upon as a guy that loses every match. He knew that his match against El Diablo was looming, and that it was his opportunity to make a statement.
The day soon turned to night, and Matthew had built up a sweat. His body was now soaked in sweat. The lights that were on in the apartment gave just enough light for Matthew to see what he’s doing. He was now shadow boxing, building up his endurance.
Matthew didn’t want to make any mistakes. A small portable DVD player was on a workbench, plugged into the wall. Playing is a DVD showing a match that featured El Diablo. As Matthew worked, he studied. He wanted to know what El Diablo could do in the match. Every time he saw El Diablo throw a punch, he would weave. Getting his timing down.
All of a sudden, the lights in the space go out. The only light in the room is coming from the DVD player.
“Mom!”
“Sorry, honey, I didn’t realize that you were still up here. You haven’t been down all day. I thought that maybe you went out with that nice girl Amy from down the street.”
“She’s still in High School.”
“You’re only a few years older than she is.”
“She’s only 17.”
“You’re only 21. You father is almost ten years older than I am.”
“Mom, I don’t need to hear this right now.”
“You should go out with Amy. She’s cute.”
“She’s only 17.”
“Honey, age is nothing but a number, and her birthday is less than a month away. Her mother wants you to come by and take her out sometimes.”
“Mom, go to bed.”
Matthew’s mother goes back into her house as Matthew starts to work out again. The dark of night starts to fade into dawn. The sounds of heavy breathing could be heard as Matthew was still working out. He was now starting to tire. His cardiovascular health was second to none.
Matthew knew that he needed to give a good show, and everything will start to fall into place.