Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:57:25 GMT -5
After Destiny goes off the air I find myself sitting in my private locker room staring at the chair that just did me in at the end of my Fatal Four way match. This is the second week in a row I've gotten hit from behind and taken out of the result of the match, I mean honestly. I'd rather eat the pin then have this continue happen. It can happen to anyone, none of us have eyes in the back of our heads but me, I've always had a sixth sense for danger, and it's been failing me lately. Maybe its old age, maybe it's ring rust. Or maybe, it's something else altogether. I snap back to reality when my phone rings. Still wet from my shower with a towel over my shoulders I wave my hand over the phone and it answers going right to speaker phone. Gotta love technology.
"Hey babe, just saw what happened tonight how you holding up?"
"A bit sore but nothing I haven’t felt before."
"Please James, I've seen all your matches, as far as chair shots go, that one was towards the bottom of the list. I mean how are you doing mentally?"
"Fine."
"Are you though? I know I told you when you came back to this I didn't want to be a part of it, at least not on screen but I can’t help but think something is wrong, something is...missing."
"And I agreed with you, that I don't want you two to be a part of this, I'm doing this for her but I don't want this life for her, the cameras and the lights, I don’t want that shoved into her face, I want to raise her as...normal as we can."
"I know, and it pains me not to be there to at least watch your back. But that's why I sent you that gift. Did you get it?"
I look over to my bag and pull out a burner flip phone, twirling it in my hand my face goes grim.
"I'm not going to call him..."
"James..."
"No."
"James, I've forgiven him why can't you?"
"Because I don’t WANT to..."
"He's family James."
"Not my family, not anymore."
I toss the flip phone back into my bag.
"Fine, but will you please try to at least make ONE friend there so you have someone watching your back?"
"Friends in this business put knifes in their friends backs, no thanks."
"You can't play lone wolf forever..."
"It's worked for me thus far."
"But you’re not a lone wolf anymore dear, you have a pact now. A pact that loves and cares for you."
"I know, but with this, this I ride alone."
"Sigh...fine. Who you got coming up this week?"
"Jack Gaither"
"That nice boy from Texas? That should be a good match. But I think that might be part of the problem you are having James. You are trying to be like Jack, this nice guy persona, and I know you are a good man, a good husband, father, but when it comes to this, what you are doing now. Nice guys finish last James. Maybe, just maybe it's time to let the devil they don't out of his cage."
"I don't know..."
"I understand you are worried about your legacy and the path you want to trail for Anna, but she'll understand if her daddy has to be a bit more...aggressive and mean to the other men in that ring trying to hurt daddy, I'll make sure she understands that that, is a different side of daddy."
"Maybe you're right."
"Am I not always? Go out there James, go out there and kick Jacks ass, not because you have to, not because you need to, but because you can. Because you are BETTER than him."
"You're damn right."
"As always. It's time for Anna's bottle, I love you James, go do what you need to do."
"Love you to, give peanut a hug and kiss from daddy."
"Will do, bye."
The phone hangs up and I pull a T-shirt out of my bag, the burner phone falling to the floor. I look at it once more, then to the trash, then back to my bag. And that's where the phone goes right back into my bag before I zip it closed.
Then I would have kicked your teeth down your throat.
Actually.
I'm still going to do just that.
I don't know who you pissed off Jack, because if you thought this was going to be an easy week before your big Imperial
Championship match?
You're wrong.
Two weeks ago? Maybe. But this week?
Nope.
This week, this week you have to get in that ring with not a happy go lucky JFK, not a JFK who's trying to be a nice guy and win everyone over. That JFK, that JFK is gone. This week you have to get into the ring with a man who not only needs to prove to himself, and to others that he belongs here, but a JFK who's going to take what he wants from here on out.
You see Jack, you are in a position that I want to be in. You have yourself a one on one match next week with the Imperial Champion Roberto Verona. And if I can take you out? If I can pin or submit you in the middle of that ring?
I will get my chance sooner than later.
You have to get in the ring with an American Monster Jack. If Roberto Verona is the devil you know.
I'm the devil you don't.
And it'd be a real crying shame if something were to happen to you a week before your big match Jack. It'd be a real shame if someone knew about your knee problems and exploited them for their own gain. If they targeted that knee and worked it over to the point where you couldn't even walk anymore. To the point of where you would have to drop out of your match and let someone else take your place, someone that beat you the week before, someone....well not someone.
Me.
James Franklin Karn.
Like I said Jack, I don't know who you pissed off to be put in this match but I do know one thing boy.
It sucks to be you.
Pussy.
"Hey babe, just saw what happened tonight how you holding up?"
"A bit sore but nothing I haven’t felt before."
"Please James, I've seen all your matches, as far as chair shots go, that one was towards the bottom of the list. I mean how are you doing mentally?"
"Fine."
"Are you though? I know I told you when you came back to this I didn't want to be a part of it, at least not on screen but I can’t help but think something is wrong, something is...missing."
"And I agreed with you, that I don't want you two to be a part of this, I'm doing this for her but I don't want this life for her, the cameras and the lights, I don’t want that shoved into her face, I want to raise her as...normal as we can."
"I know, and it pains me not to be there to at least watch your back. But that's why I sent you that gift. Did you get it?"
I look over to my bag and pull out a burner flip phone, twirling it in my hand my face goes grim.
"I'm not going to call him..."
"James..."
"No."
"James, I've forgiven him why can't you?"
"Because I don’t WANT to..."
"He's family James."
"Not my family, not anymore."
I toss the flip phone back into my bag.
"Fine, but will you please try to at least make ONE friend there so you have someone watching your back?"
"Friends in this business put knifes in their friends backs, no thanks."
"You can't play lone wolf forever..."
"It's worked for me thus far."
"But you’re not a lone wolf anymore dear, you have a pact now. A pact that loves and cares for you."
"I know, but with this, this I ride alone."
"Sigh...fine. Who you got coming up this week?"
"Jack Gaither"
"That nice boy from Texas? That should be a good match. But I think that might be part of the problem you are having James. You are trying to be like Jack, this nice guy persona, and I know you are a good man, a good husband, father, but when it comes to this, what you are doing now. Nice guys finish last James. Maybe, just maybe it's time to let the devil they don't out of his cage."
"I don't know..."
"I understand you are worried about your legacy and the path you want to trail for Anna, but she'll understand if her daddy has to be a bit more...aggressive and mean to the other men in that ring trying to hurt daddy, I'll make sure she understands that that, is a different side of daddy."
"Maybe you're right."
"Am I not always? Go out there James, go out there and kick Jacks ass, not because you have to, not because you need to, but because you can. Because you are BETTER than him."
"You're damn right."
"As always. It's time for Anna's bottle, I love you James, go do what you need to do."
"Love you to, give peanut a hug and kiss from daddy."
"Will do, bye."
The phone hangs up and I pull a T-shirt out of my bag, the burner phone falling to the floor. I look at it once more, then to the trash, then back to my bag. And that's where the phone goes right back into my bag before I zip it closed.
Jack Gaither. Another time, another place, we could have been friends. We could have been buddies. Well...
At least until I heard you speak.
At least until I heard you speak.
Then I would have kicked your teeth down your throat.
Actually.
I'm still going to do just that.
I don't know who you pissed off Jack, because if you thought this was going to be an easy week before your big Imperial
Championship match?
You're wrong.
Two weeks ago? Maybe. But this week?
Nope.
This week, this week you have to get in that ring with not a happy go lucky JFK, not a JFK who's trying to be a nice guy and win everyone over. That JFK, that JFK is gone. This week you have to get into the ring with a man who not only needs to prove to himself, and to others that he belongs here, but a JFK who's going to take what he wants from here on out.
You see Jack, you are in a position that I want to be in. You have yourself a one on one match next week with the Imperial Champion Roberto Verona. And if I can take you out? If I can pin or submit you in the middle of that ring?
I will get my chance sooner than later.
You have to get in the ring with an American Monster Jack. If Roberto Verona is the devil you know.
I'm the devil you don't.
And it'd be a real crying shame if something were to happen to you a week before your big match Jack. It'd be a real shame if someone knew about your knee problems and exploited them for their own gain. If they targeted that knee and worked it over to the point where you couldn't even walk anymore. To the point of where you would have to drop out of your match and let someone else take your place, someone that beat you the week before, someone....well not someone.
Me.
James Franklin Karn.
Like I said Jack, I don't know who you pissed off to be put in this match but I do know one thing boy.
It sucks to be you.
Pussy.