Story #29 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016
The Main Attraction
“No such thing as just luck, son. There’s good luck and bad luck. One can turn into the other pretty quick, too. Do your best to make your own good luck, that’s all you can do.” Wright’s grandfather was always full of advice, mostly based on his own bad choices throughout the years.
Wright stopped at the corner, waiting to cross the street. His reflection in the shop window showed that he looked a lot like his grandfather in his younger days. There were lots of photos of his grandfather, John, as he had spent several years on the professional wrestling circuit. John still had some of the posters with his name on it as the main attraction: Big Bad John.
And that was Wright’s ticket out of town, he had decided some years ago: professional wrestling. He was a pretty good size, Wright was, and fairly quick. He’d done all he could to get into shape, but without even a high school football team (the town was that small), he’d been mostly on his own in that effort.
As soon as he was old enough, he started working on the farms and ranches, any physical job he could get with two things in mind: earning money and staying in shape. The small town was like so many of them across the country: old and decaying. It wasn’t dying, exactly, but it hardly felt alive. It didn’t provide many job opportunities and even fewer that could be called career choices. Wright was not interested in staying around for a lifetime of poverty wage labor. This was not a good place for him to be.
And now he was rewarded for taking his grandfather’s advice by making his own good luck: he’d been accepted to the professional wrestling school in Calgary, Canada. It probably hadn’t hurt that he could say his grandfather had already taught him quite a lot about wrestling. Big Bad John may have been retired for years and years, but he was remembered.
The one thing that bothered Wright – silly, he knew – is that he hadn’t decided on a name for his professional persona. Not that he’d need it right away, but still, he didn’t want anyone else to choose it for him. Crossing the street, he saw the crumbling sign he’d seen a million times before but hadn’t paid any attention to: Battle Ax.
Oh, yes, Wright smiled. Battle Ax, only with an ‘e,’ making it ‘Battle Axe.’ Wright daydreamed about seeing posters advertising Battle Axe as the main attraction. Maybe this town isn’t a good place to be, but when I’m famous, he mused, it will be a good place to be from.