Post by Sabin / Madjinn on Mar 16, 2023 21:34:53 GMT
There is a chill in the air… The sky is overcast as far as the eye could see, and there is a drizzle accompanying it. Truly, the weather does not bother the former IWF Men’s World Champion, and one-half of the current IWF World Tag Team Champions, Sabin Spencer, as he sits on a chair on a balcony going to his room. There is an overhang from the roof that shelters the balcony, preventing the rain from hitting the twenty-year-old superstar and his infant daughter, Mikaela Jade, sitting at his feet and leaning back against his legs for support. The adoring father cannot help but look toward his own daughter with admiration.
“You know…” Sabin mutters, but retains his gaze to Mikaela Jade, “When you were born, I wanted nothing more than to be the champion. I wanted to be the IWF Men’s World Champion– I wanted to be at the top of the mountain– I wanted the world to know that I am the best…our family…is the best. I know– I know it’s silly when I think about it, because everyone always tries to justify my far fetched dream by saying that you are not going to remember whether I was the champion or not.”
Mikaela Jade rocks back and forth ever so slightly, almost as if she is off-balance but is able to catch herself while trying to grab her own feet. She manages to lift her head up and smacks her lips together a couple of times. Simply mesmerized.
“None of them seem to remember that–” Sabin raises his head, and scours the landscape; more as a meaning to staring off into the cloud, and becoming lost in his own dream, “–I remember. I remember what it was like to watch my own father come home time after time, after time…” he says with gritted teeth, “Just– the look…of disappointment… Everyone is telling me that you are too young to remember, but they do not understand that I was told the same thing. I was told that I would not remember– I was told that I should not remember! But I remember. I remember the look of defeat… the pain in his eyes every single time he had to come home without the title that he fought time after time for. I could see what it did to him– how it drained him. I remember.”
Sabin hesitates in continuing, trying to fight back the tear from forming his eyes. He takes a deep breath before finally resuming, “Just like you, Mikaela. You are going to remember that I– I did not keep my promise… I was not the IWF Men’s World Champion at the time of your birth,” Sabin chuckles nervously again, and shakes his head, “It is true, though. It is true that I– we– were able to capture the IWF World Tag Team Titles with Grandpa. And I am proud to have been able to do that. I am proud to still call myself a tag team champion, but it is not the same… It is not even close.”
With hopeful eyes, Sabin takes a step away from the railing; Mikaela, in turn, does stumble, but is able to grab the railing to steady herself, until Sabin sits down beside her and then she stumbles back into a seated position with her father.
“This is an opportunity, though. An opportunity for me to make things right, and a chance for me to make… even more history. I do not want you to see that look of defeat in my eyes. I do not want you to see the pain, the disappointment… That is why I know that I must capitalize on this opportunity. That is why I know that I have to go out to the Roulette, and I have to win. I have to go into Night of the Immortals for the second year in a row, and make things right… I have to walk out with the IWF Men’s World Championship around my waist… for the second time in my career. I have to. I have to. I still think about that night… I can still hear the crowd with their chant: you can’t kill him,” Sabin snorts at the memory, “I did not believe that I could be stopped that night. I did not believe I would be stopped that night, but somehow…someway…lightning struck, and I failed. It will not happen again.” Sabin’s voice trails off yet again. His eyes remain hopeful of the task ahead of him.
Meanwhile, Mikaela continues to coo slightly before starting to flail her arms into the air like a bird flapping its wings. This earns a chuckle from Sabin, and he spins her around to face himself; her voice becomes louder with shrill laughing and giggling.
Sabin snaps back to reality when he hears his bedroom door flings open. The sound causes Mikaela Jade to start giggling as she tumbles forward and catches herself with her hands; she struggles to crawl forward, still at the beginning stages of learning to crawl.
“Saaabiiiiin!” Jennie shouts.
“Did you not hear us get home?” Jennie asks, ventures further into the room with a skip in her step. Sabin glances over his shoulder to see the bright, multicolored hair of Aunt Jennie. There is a look of utter glee on her face until she gets to the bed and something catches her eye… with pinched fingers, she raises a red bra with a black overlace. “Umm… Is this Adi’s? Is Adi here?! Are you two talking again?! I never would’ve pegged Adi to wear somethin’ like this… she must be into some frrrrreaky stuff!”
Sabin’s face turns red when Jennie picks up the bra, “No– no!” he clears his throat, “No, that’s not…I didn’t expect you all to get home so fast, or y’know…a text– a call that you landed?”
Jennie flings the lingerie back onto the bed, and rolls her eyes, “We’ll be sure to remember that next time!”
“You know…” Sabin mutters, but retains his gaze to Mikaela Jade, “When you were born, I wanted nothing more than to be the champion. I wanted to be the IWF Men’s World Champion– I wanted to be at the top of the mountain– I wanted the world to know that I am the best…our family…is the best. I know– I know it’s silly when I think about it, because everyone always tries to justify my far fetched dream by saying that you are not going to remember whether I was the champion or not.”
Mikaela Jade rocks back and forth ever so slightly, almost as if she is off-balance but is able to catch herself while trying to grab her own feet. She manages to lift her head up and smacks her lips together a couple of times. Simply mesmerized.
“None of them seem to remember that–” Sabin raises his head, and scours the landscape; more as a meaning to staring off into the cloud, and becoming lost in his own dream, “–I remember. I remember what it was like to watch my own father come home time after time, after time…” he says with gritted teeth, “Just– the look…of disappointment… Everyone is telling me that you are too young to remember, but they do not understand that I was told the same thing. I was told that I would not remember– I was told that I should not remember! But I remember. I remember the look of defeat… the pain in his eyes every single time he had to come home without the title that he fought time after time for. I could see what it did to him– how it drained him. I remember.”
Sabin hesitates in continuing, trying to fight back the tear from forming his eyes. He takes a deep breath before finally resuming, “Just like you, Mikaela. You are going to remember that I– I did not keep my promise… I was not the IWF Men’s World Champion at the time of your birth,” Sabin chuckles nervously again, and shakes his head, “It is true, though. It is true that I– we– were able to capture the IWF World Tag Team Titles with Grandpa. And I am proud to have been able to do that. I am proud to still call myself a tag team champion, but it is not the same… It is not even close.”
With hopeful eyes, Sabin takes a step away from the railing; Mikaela, in turn, does stumble, but is able to grab the railing to steady herself, until Sabin sits down beside her and then she stumbles back into a seated position with her father.
“This is an opportunity, though. An opportunity for me to make things right, and a chance for me to make… even more history. I do not want you to see that look of defeat in my eyes. I do not want you to see the pain, the disappointment… That is why I know that I must capitalize on this opportunity. That is why I know that I have to go out to the Roulette, and I have to win. I have to go into Night of the Immortals for the second year in a row, and make things right… I have to walk out with the IWF Men’s World Championship around my waist… for the second time in my career. I have to. I have to. I still think about that night… I can still hear the crowd with their chant: you can’t kill him,” Sabin snorts at the memory, “I did not believe that I could be stopped that night. I did not believe I would be stopped that night, but somehow…someway…lightning struck, and I failed. It will not happen again.” Sabin’s voice trails off yet again. His eyes remain hopeful of the task ahead of him.
Meanwhile, Mikaela continues to coo slightly before starting to flail her arms into the air like a bird flapping its wings. This earns a chuckle from Sabin, and he spins her around to face himself; her voice becomes louder with shrill laughing and giggling.
Sabin snaps back to reality when he hears his bedroom door flings open. The sound causes Mikaela Jade to start giggling as she tumbles forward and catches herself with her hands; she struggles to crawl forward, still at the beginning stages of learning to crawl.
“Saaabiiiiin!” Jennie shouts.
“Did you not hear us get home?” Jennie asks, ventures further into the room with a skip in her step. Sabin glances over his shoulder to see the bright, multicolored hair of Aunt Jennie. There is a look of utter glee on her face until she gets to the bed and something catches her eye… with pinched fingers, she raises a red bra with a black overlace. “Umm… Is this Adi’s? Is Adi here?! Are you two talking again?! I never would’ve pegged Adi to wear somethin’ like this… she must be into some frrrrreaky stuff!”
Sabin’s face turns red when Jennie picks up the bra, “No– no!” he clears his throat, “No, that’s not…I didn’t expect you all to get home so fast, or y’know…a text– a call that you landed?”
Jennie flings the lingerie back onto the bed, and rolls her eyes, “We’ll be sure to remember that next time!”
Well howdy there pardner.