"I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere
In the sands of time
But I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon"
I sang quietly while stumming my guitar along to the song. I loved playing my guitar. It was a real stress reliever to me. Some people said sex was. I laughed at those people. I had my fair share of fore play and sex partners in my life and it wasn't nearly as satisfying to me as strumming the ole strings. It was just so satisfying when I knew each and every chord to a song that I loved. I loved to play rock songs mostly. I knew a few country but that was only from some family members requesting it. I owned four guitars so far. A Gibson Les Paul, a Schecter Syn Gates special, a Schecter Zacky V special, and a white Esteban acoustic guitar.
I'm Ben Harter, by the way. I am the adopted son of Josh Harter aka Chris Sabin and Jamie Szantyr-Harter aka Velvet Sky. I was the biological son of Ashley Simmons-Harter aka Madison Rayne and Jonathan Good aka Dean Ambrose. I'm nineteen years old and I'm a college student. Well, about to be college dropout. College really wasn't working out for me. The University of Michigan was a good school and all and I had the smarts and the grades to go far, I just didn't like going. I had another dream in my sights which was wrestling. I should have started out with it, but I wanted to try college to see if I could see myself getting a different career than my parents. It didn't work out.
Today was the day though. It was the day that I was going to start training at a local wrestling school. It was ran by none other than wrestling legends Rob Van Dam and Kevin Nash as well some other wrestlers who were going to help him out. I was super stoked to start training. I wouldn't be alone though. My best friend, Justin Martin, was going to be with me. He'd been my friend ever since I can remember when I was about five years old I guess. That's when my dad's best friend Patrick aka Alex Shelley discovered he'd had a child. Back in Patrick's younger days of wrestling he was what you would call a man whore and he had ALOT of one night stands. Well, one night he had one with now former WWE diva, Candice Michelle aka Candice Beckman and then came Justin nine months later. She then decided not to tell him.
I got up from my bed and put my Les Paul into my guitar display case next to my others. I went to my dresser to decide what would be my wardrobe for the day. It wouldn't have to be stylish. Just comfortable and easy to move around in. I pulled out a pair of black nike basketball shorts and a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt and changed into them. I then went into my closet and got out a pair of my dad's old wrestling boots that he gave me since he said they're painful to break in and placed them into my duffel bag along with an extra set of clothes, a roll of athletic tape, and some elbow pads. I quickly got my comb and gel and fixed up my hair.
"Ben! Justin's here!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. I was so very excited about becoming a second generation wrestler to not only one retired wrestling parent, but two. It was amazing and I know it was a dream come true for them as well.
"Coming mom!" I yelled back as I ran downstairs seeing Justin.
"Let's go, man." He said smiling.
"Alright bruh. I bet you I'm gonna be running ropes around your ass today." I smirked. He laughed.
"We'll see if your bitch ass will." He laughed.
"Language boys." Mom said as she eyed towards my fourteen sister who was watching tv.
"Bitch. Fuck. Ass. Hell. Shit." I heard Presley say from the couch. I just laughed.
"Presley Ann!" Mom yelled. She got up and shrugged.
"Ain't like I've never heard the words before, mom. Chill." She said heading to the kitchen. I kissed my mom on the forehead.
"Love you mom. See you later." I said as Justin and I headed out the door and to my pride and joy. My dodge challenger. This car and my guitars were truly my pride and joy. This bitch had a hemi in it and it was tough as fuck. Didn't mean I was ticket free though. This hemi was known to get my ass in trouble a time or two.
"You ready for this shit, bruh?" Justin said as we pulled away from my house.
"Fuck yeah man." I said as I sped away.
It didn't take us long to reach the building. It was actually an abandoned warehouse. I could remember them producing some sort of snack. I don't remember what it was but they went out of business. Now I guess this new wrestling school that was formed bought the building which was pretty fucking sweet in my book.
I saw nothing but old beater cars in the parking spots. I guess you could tell which ones were the trainers cars because near the front entrance sat a Mercedes Benz, a Dodge Charger Hellcat, a BMW, and a lifted Toyota Tundra. I parked my car closer to the luxury cars for obvious reasons and Justin and I got out and headed inside. Like I said, it was an empty building. All you could see is a a Wrestling ring and a few chairs and that was it.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the second generation superstar." I heard a familiar voice say. Shit. Bobby Roode was one of my trainers. It was pretty obvious to the whole wrestling world and fan base that him and my dad had on-screen as well as real life beef. Due to the fact that they just didn't get along and he used to date my mom. Dad was gonna be thrilled to hear about this.
"Nice to see you too, Bobby." I smiled fakely.
"Benji. Happy to have you here." He smiled just the same to me. He then looked next to me. "And who's this handsome young star?" He asked.
"Justin Martin, sir. My father is Patrick Martin aka Alex Shelley." He said taking Bobby's hand into a handshake.
"Oh okay, so another second generation? I had no idea Shelley had a kid your age." He said scratching his beard.
"Not alot of people did. Heck. He didn't even know until I was five." Justin said laughing. Bobby smiled and nodded.
"Well it's good to see you Ben." He smirked at me.
"You got a problem with me, Bobby?" I asked him.
"You kno-" He was about to say something as he got into my face when a former coworker and long time friend of my dad's came in between us. Petey Williams.
"Easy there, Bobby." He said making Bobby back away from me. "Lay off the kid. Go take you a water break or something." He said making Bobby head back near the ring. Petey turned around and looked to me and Justin. "Rule one for you boys. Stay as far from Bobby Roode as you possibly can." He said before turning away from us.
This was gonna be fun.