Apr 27, 2024 16:41:16 GMT
april 2024 • Shaun Gavin Breckah
Raleigh Landis always knew that since he moved to the Hickstead area that there was a figurative ghost from his past, a friend of sorts that the media back in the day liked to believe was a rivalry. He knew that he showboated that, mainly for the extra cash and the publicity, but at the end of the day, once the fight was done, all that shit was left on the matt and in the octagon and they went out for a beer. Raleigh hadn't paid attention to much after his fall from grace, lost to his own demons, but every once in a while when he had access to a computer - he did google Shaun Breckah, holding his own for a time before time came for him like it did for all fighters and he was replaced with a younger generation.
Now they were both in the same down, had been for a while, yet Raleigh refused to go see him nor let him now that he was even in the area. All of that changed today though, as the man traded his ariat boots and ranch ware for trainers, shorts, and a costal shirt as he headed to town. Raleigh had never thought of anything of Shaun Breckah until a few months ago when he had been at one of those underground fights, and saw one of his fucking kids there of all things - scrawny but lean little boy, brawling and scrapping around for earnings whether he won or lost. It was a sight to see. Stephen Breckah had wanted nothing to do with him, after all, who wanted to talk to a man who ended a life during a fight match? That kid steered cleared of him, and that was for the best.
But it got him thinking, wondering. A trip to the local library to use a public computer and a google search cleared up a lot of questions, and perhaps that's why Raleigh Landis now found himself pulling up to the training shop of one Shaun Breckah, and parking. He didn't leave the sanctuary of his truck quite yet though, as his cerulean eyes stared at door. The man knew he could turn around and leave as easily as he came, yet, he didn't. Killing the engine, he got out now and walked inside. The gym was quiet, yet there was still a few dedicated working out - between the bags, the matt, the dummy's, ropes - Raleigh could hear the music of hard work and fiery spirts, and smell it too.
He walked by a desk, making a beeline through the floor towards the back, where there were stairs that lead up to a door labeled office. Someone was coming after him, yelling at him that he needed to check in, which soon changed to 'you can't go up there', but Raleigh didn't give a fuck as he climbed the stairs, and found himself pushing open the door. He stepped into the thresehold of Shaun Breckah's office, and found himself standing there, cerulean eyes staring at a man behind a desk, and found himself only offering one sentence, "You look like shit, Breckah."
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