Post by Craig on Nov 3, 2013 16:50:08 GMT
(Off Camera)
Relaxing right now in the grand city of Detroit. You might be thinking to yourself why in the hell am I in Detroit when I don’t have to wrestle there. The answer is quite simple while I stare at the white table of a Denny’s, I’m supporting my family. The steam rises from my cup of coffee with my son sitting across from me. Nina is off in the ladies room with another girl and it’s probably not who you think either. Christopher hasn’t had a smile off of his face in the last two weeks because of this. I take a sip of my coffee before grinning myself.
Brad: So, son, you coming with me to Buffalo or you staying here for another day or two?
Yes, I realize that leaving my son in a city on his own might seem like terrible parenting but remember that he is 16 and is more of an adult than I am sometimes. He can handle himself in any situation, well mostly any situation. Chris drinks from his water before shrugging his shoulders.
Chris: Don’t know yet. Depends on what Erik wants to do…
You see, Christopher and Allison broke up much to my enjoyment. That girl was nothing but trouble in his life and I didn’t want him to go down the same road that I did. And yes her name is Erik, short for Erika.
Brad: I’m still having problems processing that name. I keep thinking of a guy and not a girl despite knowing the fact that she is. When you told me about her I kept saying to myself it’s alright, I’ll still love him all the same even though he can’t give me any grandkids in a decade.
Chris: Really? When I first heard a cutie named Erik wanted to meet me I was a little like that too. I was like the hell? I didn’t know I was a that way either but then I found out it was Erika and yeah, she’s not a guy and she’s frickin’ hot.
I chuckle after that. He’s been on about her quite a bit while the ladies are probably doing this exact same thing in the women’s restroom.
Chris: I’m just surprised you’re so relaxed with me staying in hotel rooms alone with her like this.
Brad: Well remember that I got your mother pregnant when I was 17 so if I said no I’d feel like a hypocrite. Plus I just trust you. You’re a smart kid with a great head on your shoulders. I wish I was half as smart as you were at the age you’re at. I was too busy wanting to get laid all the time. You? You’re focused on school, wrestling and being a great person.
That brings a smile to my son’s face while I take another sip from my coffee.
Brad: So I just trust you, Chris. I know you wouldn’t be going around nailing her without wearing a rubber anyways.
And that makes my son’s eyes bulge out of his head a little bit. Almost comical in a way really. He begins stammer over his words as I’m trying not to laugh at him. Usually he has quite a bit of bravado but I don’t know why this is making him go like that.
Brad: Did I strike a bit of a nerve there son? You slippin’ her the man meat? Makin’ her see god while she yells your name at the top of her lungs?
Okay now I’m just gonna tease him about it.
Brad: I know you’re a smart kid but you have needs like any other man in the world. We crave a woman’s touch. It’s like we need it in our lives, son. So, you and her get at it yet?
More stammering from my son. He doesn’t know what to say quite yet. I’m sure he’ll get there after his drink of water. He’s all flush in the face while trying to maintain his composure.
Brad: She’s not here to listen to you brag. So come on, tell your old man all about it!
Slowly my son begins to calm himself and inhale. I just didn’t expect him to act like this. He was always so calm and collected with Allison but he’s a nervous wreck talking about Erika. Baffles me a little bit. Chris takes another drink of his water.
Chris: Dad, what I do is my own business. I don’t need to tell you what I might or might not be doing with her.
Brad: So you are slipping it to her…
Chris: DAMMIT I AM NOT OKAY! Christ, dad, just because you don’t know how to keep your dick in your pants doesn’t mean the rest of the world can’t either. Maybe I like taking it a little slow with this girl because I really like her. Sure it’s a long distance thing but it helps us get to know one another rather than jumping into bed and having sex all night.
I think I woke up a monster…
Chris: So, no dad, I’m not having sex with her yet. What we do in our hotel room is just talk, watch movies, make out and cuddle. So fucking sorry.
My son shakes his head and begins to look out of the window while I lean back into the booth and just begin to think. Those teenage hormones are running wild.
Chris: And another thing, what the hell does it matter anyways? You turned Megan into a whore. you only have yourself to blame for all of the shit she did! Because of your loud mouth, dad, I always heard from people at school about how my mom took it up the ass when she was 16 or how you used to fuck her in the bathroom at school because you thought it was so much fun to tell people on Twitter or in front of a camera about it!
I have no words right now. He’s right.
Chris: So maybe, dad, if you thought a bit more you’d get more respect. No one can take you seriously because you always brag about your dick, how you love sex and so much other bullshit. Yeah, you’re a great wrestler but come on, we both know why people hate you.
Chris shakes his head at me while I’m actually trying to keep my composure at the moment.
Chris: You’ve never once shouldered the blame for anything in your life. It was Uncle Spike’s fault, it was granddad’s fault, it was mom’s fault, it was my fault, it was the alcohol. It’s a fucking wonder I know how to conduct myself with the shitty examples you set for me. I love you dad but I just…
I watch my son slide out of the booth and walk out on me. I sit there in a daze wondering what the hell just happened. How long has he had that bottled up inside of him just waiting to unleash it onto me? Christ…
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(On Camera)
“Just when you thought it was safe again here I come ready to get back into the ring again. Most of you thought I was done after those rolling tiger drivers. I thought I was too. My head was killing me. It was a painful evening but two months later, I get medically cleared and here I am yet again. It’s funny to me that a lot of people are already saying some of the same old things about me. Wrestling never changes now does it? Always more of the same.
More of the same indeed. My brother is still a prick. Alex Jones is still a snake waiting. Davey Ortega can’t seem to blame himself for his own failures. Everything stays the same and never changes. You’d think that there would want to be a desire for change but there isn’t. Every single person is exactly the same as they were two months ago or so since the last time I stepped foot into that ring for IWF. It just amazes me that none of you can manage to look inside of yourselves and realize the need for change.
So now I come back into the ring to face Killian Creed.
A new blood around here. I like it. I really like it. Don’t know much about Creed but I do know that he’s a hellva wrestler. I’m just at a loss for words today.”
Relaxing right now in the grand city of Detroit. You might be thinking to yourself why in the hell am I in Detroit when I don’t have to wrestle there. The answer is quite simple while I stare at the white table of a Denny’s, I’m supporting my family. The steam rises from my cup of coffee with my son sitting across from me. Nina is off in the ladies room with another girl and it’s probably not who you think either. Christopher hasn’t had a smile off of his face in the last two weeks because of this. I take a sip of my coffee before grinning myself.
Brad: So, son, you coming with me to Buffalo or you staying here for another day or two?
Yes, I realize that leaving my son in a city on his own might seem like terrible parenting but remember that he is 16 and is more of an adult than I am sometimes. He can handle himself in any situation, well mostly any situation. Chris drinks from his water before shrugging his shoulders.
Chris: Don’t know yet. Depends on what Erik wants to do…
You see, Christopher and Allison broke up much to my enjoyment. That girl was nothing but trouble in his life and I didn’t want him to go down the same road that I did. And yes her name is Erik, short for Erika.
Brad: I’m still having problems processing that name. I keep thinking of a guy and not a girl despite knowing the fact that she is. When you told me about her I kept saying to myself it’s alright, I’ll still love him all the same even though he can’t give me any grandkids in a decade.
Chris: Really? When I first heard a cutie named Erik wanted to meet me I was a little like that too. I was like the hell? I didn’t know I was a that way either but then I found out it was Erika and yeah, she’s not a guy and she’s frickin’ hot.
I chuckle after that. He’s been on about her quite a bit while the ladies are probably doing this exact same thing in the women’s restroom.
Chris: I’m just surprised you’re so relaxed with me staying in hotel rooms alone with her like this.
Brad: Well remember that I got your mother pregnant when I was 17 so if I said no I’d feel like a hypocrite. Plus I just trust you. You’re a smart kid with a great head on your shoulders. I wish I was half as smart as you were at the age you’re at. I was too busy wanting to get laid all the time. You? You’re focused on school, wrestling and being a great person.
That brings a smile to my son’s face while I take another sip from my coffee.
Brad: So I just trust you, Chris. I know you wouldn’t be going around nailing her without wearing a rubber anyways.
And that makes my son’s eyes bulge out of his head a little bit. Almost comical in a way really. He begins stammer over his words as I’m trying not to laugh at him. Usually he has quite a bit of bravado but I don’t know why this is making him go like that.
Brad: Did I strike a bit of a nerve there son? You slippin’ her the man meat? Makin’ her see god while she yells your name at the top of her lungs?
Okay now I’m just gonna tease him about it.
Brad: I know you’re a smart kid but you have needs like any other man in the world. We crave a woman’s touch. It’s like we need it in our lives, son. So, you and her get at it yet?
More stammering from my son. He doesn’t know what to say quite yet. I’m sure he’ll get there after his drink of water. He’s all flush in the face while trying to maintain his composure.
Brad: She’s not here to listen to you brag. So come on, tell your old man all about it!
Slowly my son begins to calm himself and inhale. I just didn’t expect him to act like this. He was always so calm and collected with Allison but he’s a nervous wreck talking about Erika. Baffles me a little bit. Chris takes another drink of his water.
Chris: Dad, what I do is my own business. I don’t need to tell you what I might or might not be doing with her.
Brad: So you are slipping it to her…
Chris: DAMMIT I AM NOT OKAY! Christ, dad, just because you don’t know how to keep your dick in your pants doesn’t mean the rest of the world can’t either. Maybe I like taking it a little slow with this girl because I really like her. Sure it’s a long distance thing but it helps us get to know one another rather than jumping into bed and having sex all night.
I think I woke up a monster…
Chris: So, no dad, I’m not having sex with her yet. What we do in our hotel room is just talk, watch movies, make out and cuddle. So fucking sorry.
My son shakes his head and begins to look out of the window while I lean back into the booth and just begin to think. Those teenage hormones are running wild.
Chris: And another thing, what the hell does it matter anyways? You turned Megan into a whore. you only have yourself to blame for all of the shit she did! Because of your loud mouth, dad, I always heard from people at school about how my mom took it up the ass when she was 16 or how you used to fuck her in the bathroom at school because you thought it was so much fun to tell people on Twitter or in front of a camera about it!
I have no words right now. He’s right.
Chris: So maybe, dad, if you thought a bit more you’d get more respect. No one can take you seriously because you always brag about your dick, how you love sex and so much other bullshit. Yeah, you’re a great wrestler but come on, we both know why people hate you.
Chris shakes his head at me while I’m actually trying to keep my composure at the moment.
Chris: You’ve never once shouldered the blame for anything in your life. It was Uncle Spike’s fault, it was granddad’s fault, it was mom’s fault, it was my fault, it was the alcohol. It’s a fucking wonder I know how to conduct myself with the shitty examples you set for me. I love you dad but I just…
I watch my son slide out of the booth and walk out on me. I sit there in a daze wondering what the hell just happened. How long has he had that bottled up inside of him just waiting to unleash it onto me? Christ…
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(On Camera)
“Just when you thought it was safe again here I come ready to get back into the ring again. Most of you thought I was done after those rolling tiger drivers. I thought I was too. My head was killing me. It was a painful evening but two months later, I get medically cleared and here I am yet again. It’s funny to me that a lot of people are already saying some of the same old things about me. Wrestling never changes now does it? Always more of the same.
More of the same indeed. My brother is still a prick. Alex Jones is still a snake waiting. Davey Ortega can’t seem to blame himself for his own failures. Everything stays the same and never changes. You’d think that there would want to be a desire for change but there isn’t. Every single person is exactly the same as they were two months ago or so since the last time I stepped foot into that ring for IWF. It just amazes me that none of you can manage to look inside of yourselves and realize the need for change.
So now I come back into the ring to face Killian Creed.
A new blood around here. I like it. I really like it. Don’t know much about Creed but I do know that he’s a hellva wrestler. I’m just at a loss for words today.”
Well howdy there pardner.