Post by tirri on Nov 7, 2022 12:07:30 GMT -5
(This is short and not so good. No excuses, but RL just kicked me in the ass. Sorry)
Donny’s Day (offcam)
It’s early in the morning. No sunlight, not even moonlight casting through the clouds. A Sleepy suburb in Reno, Nevada is asleep.
RIIIIIING….RIIIING…RIIIIING…
An old-timey alarmclock starts clanging in the darkness. With a sigh, an arm extends out of the comfy bed and slaps it off. After a few minutes of grumbling and groaning, Donny Mason sits up, glancing to his side to see Shay still asleep. He leans over to press a soft kiss to her temple and gets up, slowly sneaking out of the bedroom.
He was an early riser. Glancing at a digital clock in the kitchen he sees that it is just 5am. Shrugging he puts on a kettle of tea on the stove and starts chopping up fruits for his breakfast smoothie. Ever since Donny was small, his mum had embedded into his psyche the importance of a good breakfast, and since he had grown into a big man, he needed a lot of fuel. Healthy fuel. Blending the fruits with one hand and tossing some eggs on a frying pan with the other, you can see from his movements that it’s a ritual he has repeated hundreds of thousands of times.
The teapot starts whistling just as the eggs are ready, and Donny pours the water into a thermos with some tealeaves, screwing it shut as he flips the eggs one last time and onto his plate. The smoothie he blended goes into a shaker and is left on the counter as the young man scarfs down his eggs. Quickly rinsing his plate, he heads off back to the bedroom to grab his running gear and with the shaker and the thermos in hand, heads out into the chilly morning with earphones in his head.
Donny runs his usual 5 mile course, his steps steadily thumping to the heavy metal beats that he has picked just for the purpose. From Rammsteins rhythmic industrial sounds to Sabaton driving power metal. As he hits the midway point of his run, he sits down on a park bench and cracks open the thermos, sipping the hot tea as his heartrate calms down.
“Like clockwork” comes a gruff sound from his right and Donny turns to see an old groundskeeper. The old man was the caretaker of the park, raking leaves behind the bench. “Exactly 6:15am. I bet if I had a stopwatch, you’d arrive here to the second”
Donny laughs at the old man’s comment, shrugging. “What can I say. I do the same things every morning, so of course it takes the same amount of time every day”
“Unnatural is what that is, boy.” the groundskeeper grumbled as he moved away, raking leaves to a further pile.
Donny finished his tea and stood up, stretching a bit to get the blood flowing back into his muscles and started jogging back. When he finally got back home, he tossed the thermos and his shaker that he had been sipping all through the run to the sink and went down into the gym in the basement. After a short stretching-session he got into his morning workout, going through a routine known as the “golden six”. Crunches, Squats, curls, chin ups, bench press and behind the neck press.
As he finished his workout and headed to the shower, he saw a glimpse of Shay in the kitchen, sneaking behind her and grabbing her into a huge bearhug. “Morning babe!”
“Ewww, you’re all sweaty!” Shay protested, poking Donny in the chest. “Grab a shower before you do that next time.” She shook her head. “And… morning.”
Laughing to himself, Donny slipped away and let himself soak in the shower for a few minutes. He had a day off, his next booking was a week away and he wasn’t even scheduled to show up at his fathers wrestling school. So after he washed himself and dressed up, he sprawled on the couch, turning the telly on and fished out his phone, absentmindedly scrolling through memes.
“See ya later babe” Shay quipped at him as she headed out. Unlike him, she was scheduled at the wrestling school, being Don Tirri’s right hand woman.
“Have fun babe, don’t run the trainees TOO hard aight?” Donny responded to her, eliciting a small chuckle from the woman as she left. As the door closed, Donny returned to his phone, shooting off a few tweets and then tossed the phone to the side, leaning back. His eyes wandered to a photo on the shelf next to the TV, the triumphs of his short career. A picture of him with a golden titlebelt. And another with him and his father with the Levelup tag titles. He smiled a bit and dozed off.
Donny’s Day (offcam)
It’s early in the morning. No sunlight, not even moonlight casting through the clouds. A Sleepy suburb in Reno, Nevada is asleep.
RIIIIIING….RIIIING…RIIIIING…
An old-timey alarmclock starts clanging in the darkness. With a sigh, an arm extends out of the comfy bed and slaps it off. After a few minutes of grumbling and groaning, Donny Mason sits up, glancing to his side to see Shay still asleep. He leans over to press a soft kiss to her temple and gets up, slowly sneaking out of the bedroom.
He was an early riser. Glancing at a digital clock in the kitchen he sees that it is just 5am. Shrugging he puts on a kettle of tea on the stove and starts chopping up fruits for his breakfast smoothie. Ever since Donny was small, his mum had embedded into his psyche the importance of a good breakfast, and since he had grown into a big man, he needed a lot of fuel. Healthy fuel. Blending the fruits with one hand and tossing some eggs on a frying pan with the other, you can see from his movements that it’s a ritual he has repeated hundreds of thousands of times.
The teapot starts whistling just as the eggs are ready, and Donny pours the water into a thermos with some tealeaves, screwing it shut as he flips the eggs one last time and onto his plate. The smoothie he blended goes into a shaker and is left on the counter as the young man scarfs down his eggs. Quickly rinsing his plate, he heads off back to the bedroom to grab his running gear and with the shaker and the thermos in hand, heads out into the chilly morning with earphones in his head.
Donny runs his usual 5 mile course, his steps steadily thumping to the heavy metal beats that he has picked just for the purpose. From Rammsteins rhythmic industrial sounds to Sabaton driving power metal. As he hits the midway point of his run, he sits down on a park bench and cracks open the thermos, sipping the hot tea as his heartrate calms down.
“Like clockwork” comes a gruff sound from his right and Donny turns to see an old groundskeeper. The old man was the caretaker of the park, raking leaves behind the bench. “Exactly 6:15am. I bet if I had a stopwatch, you’d arrive here to the second”
Donny laughs at the old man’s comment, shrugging. “What can I say. I do the same things every morning, so of course it takes the same amount of time every day”
“Unnatural is what that is, boy.” the groundskeeper grumbled as he moved away, raking leaves to a further pile.
Donny finished his tea and stood up, stretching a bit to get the blood flowing back into his muscles and started jogging back. When he finally got back home, he tossed the thermos and his shaker that he had been sipping all through the run to the sink and went down into the gym in the basement. After a short stretching-session he got into his morning workout, going through a routine known as the “golden six”. Crunches, Squats, curls, chin ups, bench press and behind the neck press.
As he finished his workout and headed to the shower, he saw a glimpse of Shay in the kitchen, sneaking behind her and grabbing her into a huge bearhug. “Morning babe!”
“Ewww, you’re all sweaty!” Shay protested, poking Donny in the chest. “Grab a shower before you do that next time.” She shook her head. “And… morning.”
Laughing to himself, Donny slipped away and let himself soak in the shower for a few minutes. He had a day off, his next booking was a week away and he wasn’t even scheduled to show up at his fathers wrestling school. So after he washed himself and dressed up, he sprawled on the couch, turning the telly on and fished out his phone, absentmindedly scrolling through memes.
“See ya later babe” Shay quipped at him as she headed out. Unlike him, she was scheduled at the wrestling school, being Don Tirri’s right hand woman.
“Have fun babe, don’t run the trainees TOO hard aight?” Donny responded to her, eliciting a small chuckle from the woman as she left. As the door closed, Donny returned to his phone, shooting off a few tweets and then tossed the phone to the side, leaning back. His eyes wandered to a photo on the shelf next to the TV, the triumphs of his short career. A picture of him with a golden titlebelt. And another with him and his father with the Levelup tag titles. He smiled a bit and dozed off.