Not an auspicious start…
“Your problem is not the problem, it’s your attitude about the problem” - Captain Jack Sparrow
“Here we are once again kids. Yes I actually turned down the money offered by C$J. Yes it was a lot of money. All of those things are true. Don’t be confused, it wouldn’t have made me the highest paid wrestler on the roster. The wrestling sites that report that crap are never right. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was the amount reported or not. It’s not ever going to be about the money for me. Never again. I’ve cast my lot with CWF, I’ve said it loud and proud and with conviction and passion. If no one on this roster believes me, I’m okay with that. What I’m not okay with is what I’ve seen from this new enemy. I intend to do something about it. Getting back to who and what I was prior to my betrayal, it’s not a short trip. The road will be long, the work will be real. It’s the payoff though. Hearing the crowd react that way to me is part of that.
There was a time when that didn’t matter, in fact, there was a time when that made me throw up in my mouth. I hated the fans and everything they represented. What they represented was the working class. People who busted their ass all week long. People who were dedicated to their career of choice and worked hard at it. Most of them don’t have a natural talent for it. I do, and that was where the problem started for me. The work ethic your average american puts into their craft was superior to my own in every way. I was sickened to think “Joe Average” was better than me. Truth be told, he damn sure was in every way. Fortunately for me, I no longer think that way. There have been many things that opened my eyes about how wrong I was and probably still am about a great many things.
One thing I’m not wrong about….Jon Fucking Stewart! He likes to play mind games with people. The mental game that is professional wrestling is an intriguing thing is it not? I know you all saw what I did with Jon Stewart. I’ll say this again, I don’t have proof that he is responsible for the way that Ataxia is acting. Once I do though, it’s game on bagman. I’ll say this, I do like the sounds of my own voice but…..when I tell you that I’m going to end you. It’s not talk Jon and to me it doesn’t matter who else you bring into this.
You’re living on borrowed time Jon. Don’t be confused though, it’s not just me up here blowing smoke and casting shade for the sake of it. I know, just as he knows. I am one of the few people on the face of this planet that can put an end to his crap. The one thing that makes me wonder more than anything else though….The Confession. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here but keep that shit up kid, you’re doing a great job! Seeing Jon Stewart in that state makes my heart smile.
So, another match with Silas, and once again someone decided to stick their nose in our match. Not that it wasn’t justified, but bruh...this week you have to answer for your actions. Verbally or physically doesn't matter to me, we are brothers after all. Like Dorian and I, and maybe more so, we grew up together. Our fathers are best friends, we’ve been best friends for a long time. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, I get it, you don’t like Silas. Hell no one likes that bag of hot air, so I do understand why you did what you did. He fucked with your match and you fucked with his. The problem though my man, is that HIS match was with me.
I know you don’t see it as your problem, you never do. I have to admit there is a lot to respect about that perspective and attitude in this business. You always do what you think you have to do. You know me well enough to know that I do the same. I’ll say this though brotherman, if anyone tries to stick their nose in our business during this match up, I’ll still have your back and we’ll deal with that. Our business though, that is a problem. I know you, I know you are capable of honor. I know you to be capable of winning matches without the assortment of low blows you seem to be resorting to. Dude….so not cool.
I know the way you think KC, this match is a must win situation for you. You cost yourself more by interrupting my match with Silas than you would have had you let things play out. Now the person you dislike so much has two points in this round robin and you still are at 1. More importantly jackass is that you caused me to come away with no points at all. I’m the only person in the veterans division with their back against the wall. I refuse to take the low road with you brother. I’m not going to sit here and insult you or cast shade on your character. At Evolution, I will be pulling out all the stops. When you come to evolution I hope you bring your honor or what’s left of it.
Miro Uptown Apartments
The time in Australia was enjoyable, after a long flight back we said our goodbyes and she went to her apartment and I to mine. Marissa was a very strong and intelligent woman to say the least. Probably the reason I was having second thoughts about her and a potential relationship. I leaned against the door frame of the slider, cigarette in hand, I could feel the coolness of the night air. It forced me to pull the collar of my jacket up a bit. The wind had a bite to it tonight, not a completely uncomfortable one but enough. After the loss to Silas, I had a lot to think about. I mean he’s one of the few people in the company with more losses than I had. The two times that I’ve lost to him though, there’s always that interference. Always someone attacking him and costing me my match.
“I can’t really cast shade at them though”, I think out loud, “If I had put him away earlier when I had the chance…”. I let the sentence trail off as my baby brother makes his way into the living room. I look over my shoulder, I nod at him and move out onto the balcony. “I think it’s time for me to do something more meaningful.” I say to no one in particular. “Like what? Win a match?”, always one with the quick mouth my baby brother slips past me to occupy the far chair. I give him side eye for the comment and sigh deeply. “What would you know about it? You haven’t even had a match yet rookie.” My retort causes him to laugh as I sit down heavily in the chair next to his.
“Do you think that CWF would sign me?”, the look on his face is serious. The smart ass being serious causes me concern. “I’m sure they would once they had a chance to review your tapes and give you a dark match.” I respond to him. “Why CWF though? You have me curious now.”. He leans back in the chair and strokes the long goatee he now wears. “I figure that you need someone to watch your back. Who better than me?”, he smiles to put emphasis on the statement. “And quit calling me your baby fucking brother! I’m seven feet tall and way damn near four hundred pounds!”, He exclaims, only half jokingly.
I laugh because I just can’t help it, and hold my hands up in the air in mock surrender. “Fine big boy, I won’t call you my baby brother any more.” We fist bump, and then I add, “I really wish you wouldn’t come to CWF though, not that your not good enough, but because it’s a dangerous time in the company.”. He nods his head in acceptance or agreement, I’m not really quite sure which it is but he finally remarks, “I know brother, more the reason I think that I be there. I know Dorian has your back, but I somehow don’t think that’ll be enough.”.
“You may be right.”, is all I say in response to his remark. Not willing to let his momentum go he continues, “I mean you’ve managed to piss off just about everyone in the company at one time or another. What’s with the redemption thing anyway?”. The questions were fired in rapid succession and I was a bit taken aback by them. “You of all people should know about redemption little brother.”. He points at me and says, “Don’t you dare go there.”. I smile an easy smile at him, “Go where? Talk about your own missteps after you so eloquently pointed mine out? You don’t get to have it both ways asshole.”. He starts to say something, again beginning to point his finger at me but then stops. “Truce?”, he asks. “Truce”, I reply with a smile and another fist bump.
“In case you haven’t figured it out Aeric, CWF has a lot of enemies right now. That’s the only reason I caution you about joining the roster. As your brother, I’m proud of you for all of the things you’ve accomplished and overcame.”. I allow that to hang there in the silence between us. He finally nods and replies, “Thank you, I wish Dad felt that way too. Sometimes, it’s like….I dunno, it’s like I can’t do anything right.”. There’s pain there in that expression and some bitterness too. I know that feeling, I’ve endured the old man for far longer than Aeric has. “No doubt about it Aeric, he’s tough, but he’s tough for a reason you know? Through everything I know this, I know he loves us for who we are. He gets angry when we screw up, sure, but at the end of the day.”, I pause for a moment to see if he’s even listening, once I’m sure he is I continue, “At the end of the day, I know he’s proud of the men we’ve become.”. He gives me the “I cannot believe you just fucking said that.” look, but only smiles in response.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."