Post by Venom 🕷 on Dec 19, 2021 19:38:24 GMT -5
After my disagreement with Javier we didn’t talk much. Leading into Swinger’s Party we just kind of went through the motions. Now I’m back home in LA for the week checking in on my gym and preparing for Christmas with a family who doesn’t respect me. What he’s doing I don’t know and I’m not sure I care. After working all day at the gym I lock up for the day and turn around to hear.
“Oh my God it’s you, it’s actually you.”
I look around quickly, disoriented by the surprise, and don’t see anyone. Then I look down and a little fellow of maybe 10-years-old stands before me wearing a half mask that resembles my own and a XHF t-shirt.
El Combatiente: Hola.
“Wow. I come here all the time hoping to run into you and here you are. My name is Bobby and I’m a big fan of yours.”
El Combatiente: Encantado de conocerte Bobby. Bonita máscara.
Bobby: I don’t understand Spanish, but I’m too excited. Can you sign this?
I only understand some of what Bobby is saying, but he produces and hands me my XHF trading card and a pen so I know he wants me to sign it. My understanding of English has gotten better over the year, but as I’m signing I don’t catch what he’s saying.
Bobby: Oh man for months I have been stopping here when I found out your gym was so close to my sisters Ballet class. Mom thinks I’m next door in the arcade, but there are only so many arcade games and mom thinks a dollar should last the whole two hours of her ballet class. I don’t know when the last time she played an arcade game is. I do go there, though, so I don’t lie to her. I play the XHF arcade game, always as you of course, and then I come here hoping to catch a glimpse of you. I never thought it would actually happen though. Today I was playing the game and I got randomly paired up against Lord Dominicus so I thought it was a sign and what do you know here you are signing my most prized possession.
I had the card back to him after signing it and smile. I’m not sure he gets that I don’t know what he’s saying as he just continues.
Bobby: Thank you so much, this is amazing. I’ll treasure this forever. I’m sure all my friends are going to be envious once you beat LD at Xtreme Xmas, but they won’t get this away from. They don’t understand you’re greatness anyway so no way I’d let them even touch it. They’re all fans of your buddy Dylan Black or Spike Kane. They’re all front runners really. If you don’t win the X*Crown they don’t care about you. I tell them the X*Crown isn’t the most important thing in the world, but they don’t get it.
El Combatiente: ¿Qué?
Bobby: You’re going to win right? I mean you have to you’re the good guy. Even someone who pretends to be as evil as he says he is can’t be the good guy so you have to win. Most of all, I hope you and Javier can work all this out. Even though he can be kind of a bad guy without him I’d have to read the subtitles on your promos and I’m not that advanced of a reader yet and I sure don’t read fast enough to keep up. You’re going to win though right?
El Combatiente: Sí.
Bobby: Of course you are going to say yes. You’re so confident. I hope that when I grow up I’m as confident as you. Right now I just get so nervous about everything, except for meeting you. It’s weird. Maybe it’s because you probably don’t understand me but I don’t feel nearly as nervous as I do when my teacher calls on me in class or when I need to ask Mr. Popular Al to pass me something. This is the best day of my life.
It’s been a nice boost talking to someone so enthusiastic about me and my craft, but my I have other plans so I have to think of a way to end this one way conversation with this young man without hurting his feelings. So I do the one thing I know will make him happy and reach in my bag and pull out a spare mask and place it in his hands.
El Combatiente: Gracias por su ayuda.
I pay the young man on the shoulder and point to the ballet studio to let him know he should get back and I head towards my car. He stands there with my mask in his hands as I walk away.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in Los Angeles Javier sits alone in his bedroom staring at his cellphone in front of him. He prods the keypad on the screen and then pushes the speakerphone. It rings and heads to voicemail.
“You have reached the LORD OF DARKNESS the True Lord Dominicus. Leave a message.”
Dear Dominicus, I called you but still ain't answering.
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone on the first one.
I left messages back a week ago, you must not-a got 'em.
There probably was a problem at the voicemail or somethin'.
Sometimes I mumble when I’m nervous.
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your corgi?
My wrestler is angry at me, I'm 'bout to be out of a job.
If I have to get a new job, guess what?
I hope it’s as evil as you.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the nCw shit that you did with the fake Dominicus.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man.
I like the shit you did in NPW too, that shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Javier.
Javier hangs up the phone and stares at it and sighs.
“Oh my God it’s you, it’s actually you.”
I look around quickly, disoriented by the surprise, and don’t see anyone. Then I look down and a little fellow of maybe 10-years-old stands before me wearing a half mask that resembles my own and a XHF t-shirt.
El Combatiente: Hola.
“Wow. I come here all the time hoping to run into you and here you are. My name is Bobby and I’m a big fan of yours.”
El Combatiente: Encantado de conocerte Bobby. Bonita máscara.
Bobby: I don’t understand Spanish, but I’m too excited. Can you sign this?
I only understand some of what Bobby is saying, but he produces and hands me my XHF trading card and a pen so I know he wants me to sign it. My understanding of English has gotten better over the year, but as I’m signing I don’t catch what he’s saying.
Bobby: Oh man for months I have been stopping here when I found out your gym was so close to my sisters Ballet class. Mom thinks I’m next door in the arcade, but there are only so many arcade games and mom thinks a dollar should last the whole two hours of her ballet class. I don’t know when the last time she played an arcade game is. I do go there, though, so I don’t lie to her. I play the XHF arcade game, always as you of course, and then I come here hoping to catch a glimpse of you. I never thought it would actually happen though. Today I was playing the game and I got randomly paired up against Lord Dominicus so I thought it was a sign and what do you know here you are signing my most prized possession.
I had the card back to him after signing it and smile. I’m not sure he gets that I don’t know what he’s saying as he just continues.
Bobby: Thank you so much, this is amazing. I’ll treasure this forever. I’m sure all my friends are going to be envious once you beat LD at Xtreme Xmas, but they won’t get this away from. They don’t understand you’re greatness anyway so no way I’d let them even touch it. They’re all fans of your buddy Dylan Black or Spike Kane. They’re all front runners really. If you don’t win the X*Crown they don’t care about you. I tell them the X*Crown isn’t the most important thing in the world, but they don’t get it.
El Combatiente: ¿Qué?
Bobby: You’re going to win right? I mean you have to you’re the good guy. Even someone who pretends to be as evil as he says he is can’t be the good guy so you have to win. Most of all, I hope you and Javier can work all this out. Even though he can be kind of a bad guy without him I’d have to read the subtitles on your promos and I’m not that advanced of a reader yet and I sure don’t read fast enough to keep up. You’re going to win though right?
El Combatiente: Sí.
Bobby: Of course you are going to say yes. You’re so confident. I hope that when I grow up I’m as confident as you. Right now I just get so nervous about everything, except for meeting you. It’s weird. Maybe it’s because you probably don’t understand me but I don’t feel nearly as nervous as I do when my teacher calls on me in class or when I need to ask Mr. Popular Al to pass me something. This is the best day of my life.
It’s been a nice boost talking to someone so enthusiastic about me and my craft, but my I have other plans so I have to think of a way to end this one way conversation with this young man without hurting his feelings. So I do the one thing I know will make him happy and reach in my bag and pull out a spare mask and place it in his hands.
El Combatiente: Gracias por su ayuda.
I pay the young man on the shoulder and point to the ballet studio to let him know he should get back and I head towards my car. He stands there with my mask in his hands as I walk away.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in Los Angeles Javier sits alone in his bedroom staring at his cellphone in front of him. He prods the keypad on the screen and then pushes the speakerphone. It rings and heads to voicemail.
“You have reached the LORD OF DARKNESS the True Lord Dominicus. Leave a message.”
Dear Dominicus, I called you but still ain't answering.
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone on the first one.
I left messages back a week ago, you must not-a got 'em.
There probably was a problem at the voicemail or somethin'.
Sometimes I mumble when I’m nervous.
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your corgi?
My wrestler is angry at me, I'm 'bout to be out of a job.
If I have to get a new job, guess what?
I hope it’s as evil as you.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.
I even got the nCw shit that you did with the fake Dominicus.
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man.
I like the shit you did in NPW too, that shit was fat.
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Javier.
Javier hangs up the phone and stares at it and sighs.
