Ring Adventures of a Lyan: prologue
"HEAR ME!!" the ragged old beggar yelled as he stagger down the crowded Australian street, the startled pedestrians parting at his foul prescience (and smell). "HEAR ME!!!" he repeated with gusto "for I herald the arrival of a legend in the making BEHOLD!"
he bellowed gesturing extravagantly down the road towards an approaching silhouette. The dark outline against the harsh sun belonged to a half lion/half human cross breed, his deep brown well trimmed mane surrounding a human face elongated in a distinct feline fashion, standing roughly 6 foot 1 inch tall with arms like steel cord wrapped around bone and a set of abs as smooth and defined as a peal in the sun. He wore a pair of green and gold tights with a lions face on one leg and a sash proclaiming his almost legendary lineage.
The Homeless old coot continued "Here approaches the only member of the legendary Lyan family still living. The last of the only family to have won the Grand heavyweight championship a total of 16 times amongst all its members, his name is JOEL LYAN and where he wrestles MAGIC EXISTS."
Joel strode right past the now kneeling old man and stopped at a door to a small building. Then maybe to punctuate the impassioned speech this crazy fool had given him, maybe to show off to the now staring crowed of gather furs, or maybe because he was just furious he kicked it down.
Inside a fat Beaver in a leather jacket and sweat pants turned around to see his number one client standing in his now non-existent door way. "something bothering you Joel" he said in his most deliberately casual manner. "78" Joel said with a cool tone that masked the rage in his stomach "do you know what that is Harold". "Cant say I do Joel....is it important" the Beaver known as Harold answered realising that this isn't just one of Joel funny moods. "Well..." Joel began "its now my least favourite number. Wanna know why?"
In truth Harold wanted nothing more to stay blissfully ignorant, but if there was one thing Joel hated it was ignorance "Yes.." he said bracing himself for the answer. "Because its my current ranking in the Heavyweight league Harold and its PATHETIC" Joel had lost all control now he felt his lion heritage roaring inside of him. Harold realised he was expected to say something " well its better than last years".
"That's what you say every year Harold im tired of this snails pace when you going to book me against someone my worth while." Lyan practically roared. "You cant just rocket to the top Joel your not your dad..." Harold couldn't Finish his sentence because he was pinned to the wall by the throat, his claws pressed against his neck.
"YOU DARE BRING MY DAD INTO THIS" Joel's voice has a growl more than anything. "Your dad was great but your not your dad" Harold managed to croak out, Joel realised him from his death grip. "Explain" Joel thought it a simple enough request. "Look at you you use your father exact ring attire his entry theme everything, none take you seriously because you represent a bygone era that died with your dad, the new fans cant relate to you they see you as washed up even though your only 22." The obese beaver took a breath he thought was going to be his last.
Joel just stared out the door. "Out there a crazy homeless man talked about me as if I was a god....my dad had legions of fans that proclaimed the same thing I just have one loony old idiot....your right"
Harold exhaled like a man very glad for being able too.
"you also fired" Joel added.
"WHAT!" Harold's flabby cheeks shook as he spoke. "Your right I need to find myself, make my own destiny I cant do that with my father washed up all fat incompetent manager. I'm entering the King of Trios tournament this year and im going to win it then people will reviver my families name again." Joel sounded alive again. "But unless you plan to enter alone you'll need two partners that you have to find in less than a week to make the deadline for entries this year, on top of that you have no tag team experience let alone 3 man tag experience this is foolish." Harold blabber out.
"its that attitude that lost you a job Harold id change it quickly, ill find my partners AND reinvent myself in time because I'm a LYAN." with that Joel stormed out of the building and into a series of events that would shake the wrestling world to its core. Meanwhile Harold had another doughnut to calm his shattered nerves "kids crazy" he muttered over a mouthful of jelly and sugar