Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2021 14:53:24 GMT -5
Chris Sanderson was outside working on an old car, hard to see what brand/model/year but it was something he wanted to do in his spare time. The second-generation wrestler was cursing to himself as he threw a wrench down in anger.
“Stupid motherfu…”
He cut himself off after he heard giggles come from his wife who was behind him. Ali looked at her husband and grinned. She didn’t say a word to him, but she didn’t have to. Chris knew that look. It was time to take her to his Taco Bell that he owned. After he wiped his hands clean they got into his Buick, he loved Buicks, and began to speed away. Ali began to open her mouth but stopped as Chris glanced over.
“Already know what you want. Same thing you always get. Two quesaritos, three beef burritos and those cinnamon things.”
Ali nodded her head. She was a few months pregnant with their second child together, Chris’ third overall. Of course, unknown to anyone else in Next Level Wrestling, he had gotten himself a vasectomy to prevent anymore. Without her even asking…
“So, just a few more days, babe. Few more days until I have my first singles title match in months. One that wasn’t a bullshit, oh you can’t say we didn’t give you one thing from where I used to work.”
Yeah, he is still mad about that place.
“Do you think I was a little too hard on Thespian in that first promo? I mean, it’s not their fault they lucked into a championship while I have to work and grind to get to win. Not their fault they tripped assbackwards into the Southern States Championship. Not their fault they have to deal with me when I’m a little mad. A little upset. I want to just scream right now. Nine years, Ali, nine years I been doing this.”
A red light stopped their progress to the fabled Taco Bell Chris bought to appease his daughter, Kayleigh. Man bought a whole ass Taco Bell for his kid. Yep.
“Nine years of waiting and biding my time. Waiting. More waiting and it never comes. It is because of the family I was born into? It’s pissing me off every single day knowing that something is holding me back from being who I should be.”
Ali still said nothing and instead poked at him, saying it was him holding himself back without uttering a word. Chris sighed and nodded his head. He knew it was pointless to fight her on it. After all, she was the one with the college degree with a perfect GPA while he, well, had his own degree in business that no one knew about. Chris kept his eyes on the road on the journey to Taco Bell…
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“Some of you might be asking what is a middle child of wrestling. I’ve called myself the middle child of wrestling in the past and it’s simple. Like the song says, I’m in the middle of two generations of wrestlers. I’ve been at it nine years and sometimes it slips through the cracks a little bit.
People think you’re a rookie if you come somewhere new. Some think you’re old cuz you been in the sport for nine years but I started when I was 16 years old. First professional match at 16, could barely drive a car at that point but I knew this is what I wanted to do.
Had I known it would’ve gone this way? I still would’ve done it. I would’ve followed this same path but maybe changed a few things.
Do you know what rehab is like for a second-generation substance abuser? Do you know what it’s like to have people call you a shitty father because for a good while you chose the bottle of pills, bottle of vodka over your son?
Thespian, do you have any idea what it’s really like to play everything off as okay, like you’re not bothered by someone saying you’d be better off dead? I lived it. For years I lived it. I nearly threw my life away earlier this year.
Came really close to it.
And for what? Why would I have done something so stupid?
Because I am the middle child of professional wrestling.
Nothing I’ve done in this sport seems to matter to anyone anymore. I’ve gone to companies where they knew what I’m capable of and yet, didn’t see it in me. Thought I was just another guy. Just another good wrestler who can put on a great match with anyone.
But no one is talking about us, this match, Thespian. Why? When was it not enough to be a great wrestler but you needed to be outrageous? Needed to act like a sex pest, needed to act like you’re a hard ass from the streets, needed to wear an octopus mask or needed some weird ass match rule.
When did being a great wrestler stop meaning so much?
Or maybe… maybe my wife was right today. Maybe I expect too much from myself. Maybe I’m just another guy who can go out and wrestle a great match, Thespian. Maybe I’m always going to be a middle child. Maybe this Southern States Championship is the pinnacle of my career?
Nine years, top of the mountain, having to start over twice and this is going to be it?
No…
That’s not going to happen.
I will be a champion again, I will be a top guy in this company in time and it starts with you this Saturday night, Thespian. I wish you luck, because I want this Southern States Championship around my waist. That starts the end of the middle child syndrome with me and this sport.”
“Stupid motherfu…”
He cut himself off after he heard giggles come from his wife who was behind him. Ali looked at her husband and grinned. She didn’t say a word to him, but she didn’t have to. Chris knew that look. It was time to take her to his Taco Bell that he owned. After he wiped his hands clean they got into his Buick, he loved Buicks, and began to speed away. Ali began to open her mouth but stopped as Chris glanced over.
“Already know what you want. Same thing you always get. Two quesaritos, three beef burritos and those cinnamon things.”
Ali nodded her head. She was a few months pregnant with their second child together, Chris’ third overall. Of course, unknown to anyone else in Next Level Wrestling, he had gotten himself a vasectomy to prevent anymore. Without her even asking…
“So, just a few more days, babe. Few more days until I have my first singles title match in months. One that wasn’t a bullshit, oh you can’t say we didn’t give you one thing from where I used to work.”
Yeah, he is still mad about that place.
“Do you think I was a little too hard on Thespian in that first promo? I mean, it’s not their fault they lucked into a championship while I have to work and grind to get to win. Not their fault they tripped assbackwards into the Southern States Championship. Not their fault they have to deal with me when I’m a little mad. A little upset. I want to just scream right now. Nine years, Ali, nine years I been doing this.”
A red light stopped their progress to the fabled Taco Bell Chris bought to appease his daughter, Kayleigh. Man bought a whole ass Taco Bell for his kid. Yep.
“Nine years of waiting and biding my time. Waiting. More waiting and it never comes. It is because of the family I was born into? It’s pissing me off every single day knowing that something is holding me back from being who I should be.”
Ali still said nothing and instead poked at him, saying it was him holding himself back without uttering a word. Chris sighed and nodded his head. He knew it was pointless to fight her on it. After all, she was the one with the college degree with a perfect GPA while he, well, had his own degree in business that no one knew about. Chris kept his eyes on the road on the journey to Taco Bell…
-----
“Some of you might be asking what is a middle child of wrestling. I’ve called myself the middle child of wrestling in the past and it’s simple. Like the song says, I’m in the middle of two generations of wrestlers. I’ve been at it nine years and sometimes it slips through the cracks a little bit.
People think you’re a rookie if you come somewhere new. Some think you’re old cuz you been in the sport for nine years but I started when I was 16 years old. First professional match at 16, could barely drive a car at that point but I knew this is what I wanted to do.
Had I known it would’ve gone this way? I still would’ve done it. I would’ve followed this same path but maybe changed a few things.
Do you know what rehab is like for a second-generation substance abuser? Do you know what it’s like to have people call you a shitty father because for a good while you chose the bottle of pills, bottle of vodka over your son?
Thespian, do you have any idea what it’s really like to play everything off as okay, like you’re not bothered by someone saying you’d be better off dead? I lived it. For years I lived it. I nearly threw my life away earlier this year.
Came really close to it.
And for what? Why would I have done something so stupid?
Because I am the middle child of professional wrestling.
Nothing I’ve done in this sport seems to matter to anyone anymore. I’ve gone to companies where they knew what I’m capable of and yet, didn’t see it in me. Thought I was just another guy. Just another good wrestler who can put on a great match with anyone.
But no one is talking about us, this match, Thespian. Why? When was it not enough to be a great wrestler but you needed to be outrageous? Needed to act like a sex pest, needed to act like you’re a hard ass from the streets, needed to wear an octopus mask or needed some weird ass match rule.
When did being a great wrestler stop meaning so much?
Or maybe… maybe my wife was right today. Maybe I expect too much from myself. Maybe I’m just another guy who can go out and wrestle a great match, Thespian. Maybe I’m always going to be a middle child. Maybe this Southern States Championship is the pinnacle of my career?
Nine years, top of the mountain, having to start over twice and this is going to be it?
No…
That’s not going to happen.
I will be a champion again, I will be a top guy in this company in time and it starts with you this Saturday night, Thespian. I wish you luck, because I want this Southern States Championship around my waist. That starts the end of the middle child syndrome with me and this sport.”