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 style of wrestling was at at a time the universal norm. He didnt need to refer to himself as doddering cultivate, 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 two oak-toned eyes glared at the images happy 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 press to comprehendA young-looking, frail-framed male clad in an extravagant drape and a UCW T-shit dove gallantly over an official UCW rings top rope, landing place 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 no thing more than a glorified circus show? he asked himself no doubt, not contact too dissimilar to the great Stu stag when he exclaimed thats a great instruction to shift key your neck, after watching a discerp of his grand-nephew, Teddy Hart, perform a triple-jump four-fifty moonsault Or several(prenominal)thing along those lines.Ricky Rust, however, was hardly sharp 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 restricted himself from complete cackling, as he didnt wish to seem as though he was in agreement. Now, now, Ricky. Dont be corresponding that. I know it all looks in truth different to what youre used to, but itll grow on you. Trust me. He assured but his heart wasnt really into it. Deep low, he knew that what he was saying wasnt entirely true.Simon Isosceles was merely a sports broker. And not a professional wrestling-specific one, either . Ricky Rust was simply one of the many clients contained within his disastrous book. In actually fact Simon never really understood what the woo to wrestling was but being dedicated to job, and loyal individual he put his all into catering for Rusts need.Never-the-less, he was merely a sports agent yet, even he could sense that UCW wasnt really the right place for Mr. Old School, Ricky Rust.But he had a way of being invariably optimistic.Thats just the lighter guys division. Theres more on the videotape, 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 twenty-seven year veteran Simon snatched the remote controller and jammed down on the fast forward button. The duet sat in quiet 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 releasing the ship button, and letting the UCW promotion tape return to its usual pace.Ricky watched as a round grappler boasting a pair of shorts and matching kickpads snatched his opponents thin arms into a Full Nelson. Then, proceeded to pop his hips forward, arch his endorse and heave his foe backwards sending him over his own take aim and landing right on his neck.Ooh Ricky couldnt help but release an sounding gasp. He promptly filled the now empty space in his lungs with silvery nicotine smoke.As the sound of the tapes commentators nattering away about Dragon Suplexes and impish American Strong-Style buzzed irritating on his eardrum, Ricky casually 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 style Was Simons last ditch attempt at getting Ricky interested.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. Deeply set in his ways.But he was exhalation 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 stomach a chance.