Richard Gregory Rust hadn’t always been ‘Mr. Old School’

No. Hard as it is to comprehend in todays World of airborn luchadores and chair-wielding bump-machines, Richards nonchalant ardor of wrestling was in one case the universal norm. He didnt need to refer to himself as Old School, because, at the time, what he was doing wasnt old at all. It was, in fact, state-of-the-art. Fresh. Dare I say he was considered New-School.He sighed. Boy, how things had changed.His deuce oak-t id eyes glared at the images beaming out of the TV screen. They had seen a lot in their fifty old age on this Earth, yet what they currently observed before them was a struggle to comprehendA young-looking, frail-framed mannish clad in an extravagant mask and a UCW T-shit dove gallantly over an official UCW rings crest rope, landing onto another similar looking lad, who quite obviously waited to catch him on the outside.They called it a plancha. He called it bullshit. It made no sense to him, at all.Why had the art of professional wrestling become zero point more(prenominal) than a glorified circus show? he asked himself no doubt, not feeling to a fault dissimilar to the great Stu Hart when he exclaimed thats a great way to break your neck, subsequently watching a clip of his grand-nephew, Teddy Hart, perform a triple-jump four-fifty moonsault Or something along those lines.Ricky Rust, however, was hardly smart or half as nifty with words as Stu Hart was and, so, simply settled on exclaiming Fucking hell, thats stupid.Heh It was somewhere in between a giggle and a laugh. Simon cut back himself from all-out cackling, as he didnt wish to seem as though he was in agreement. Now, now, Ricky. Dont be like that. I know it all looks very different to what youre used to, except itll grow on you. Trust me. He assured but his heart wasnt really into it. Deep down, he knew that what he was verbalize wasnt entirely true.Simon Isosceles was merely a sports agent. And not a professional wrestling-specific one, either. Ricky Rust was simply one of the many clients contained within his black book. In actually fact Simon never really understood what the arouse to wrestling was but being dedicated to job, and loyal individual he put his all into provide for Rusts need.Never-the-less, he was merely a sports agent yet, even he could sense that UCW wasnt really the right focalize for Mr. Old School, Ricky Rust.But he had a way of being forever optimistic.Thats just the transport guys division. Theres more on the taping, yknow. He chirped piping up again, and trying to drag Ricky into a similar mind-frame. Therell be somin you like. Dave said theres some technical stuff at the end. Ricky wasnt buying it.Plonking himself on the cream, leather sofa beside the xxvii year veteran Simon snatched the remote controller and jammed down on the fast forward button. The bridge sat in silence for a moment, as the images on the screen whizzed forward at a faster pace than they already had been.Here it is Simon began again releas ing the forwards button, and letting the UCW promotion tape return to its usual pace.Ricky watched as a round grappler boasting a pair of victimize and matching kickpads snatched his opponents thin arms into a Full Nelson. Then, proceeded to pop his hips forward, arch his back and heave his oppositeness backwards sending him over his own head and landing right on his neck.Ooh Ricky couldnt help but release an audible gasp. He promptly filled the now empty space in his lungs with euphonious nicotine smoke.As the sound of the tapes commentators nattering away about Dragon Suplexes and Stiff American Strong-Style buzzed irritating on his eardrum, Ricky coolly exhaled before dryly stating So thats what passes for technical wrestling these days.He put the cigarette to his lips once more.Oh, come on Rick. Show some enthusiasm. This is probably an old tape, anyway. UCWs probably different, now. Probably moreyknow your personal manner Was Simons last ditch attempt at getting Ricky i nterested.And Probably was Rickys flat reply.The conversation was over. No more was, or could, be said to attempt to change the aged wrestlers mind.Thats just the way Ricky Rust was Ridged. profoundly set in his ways.But he was going into UCW. Underground Championship Wrestling. A place that claims to be A break from Tradition.And as Simon settled into the sofa to watch the rest of the tape he couldnt help but wonder if a man like Ricky could ever bring himself to adapt.He better, Simon thought. Because if he couldntHe wouldnt even stand a chance.