Post by Austin James Mercer on Sept 26, 2015 12:33:45 GMT
The breathe escapes my lips, my heart still racing as my head stays in my still trembling hands. My mind flashes back, why did I do it?. What drove me?. What motivated me?. Am I sick?. Is it so wrong?. My hands slide down from my head to my chin as my eyes focus on the door. Where she had stood…..
Earlier….
“Austin….open up.” Her voice echoed through the hallway of the small hotel we had been put in during this tour. I got up out of bed and moaned as I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes. “Austin…I know you’re in there!.” I unlock the door opening it slowly, Eliza pushes through the door and storms in. She pivots and turns with her arms crossed.
If looks could kill I’d be dead. Laying on the floor bleeding to death with Eliza standing above me. “So?...” I raise an eyebrow waiting for an answer, Eliza grumbles and her nostrils flare. “Why are you trying to break up my relationship?” I stutter, not knowing how to answer. “I-I’m not….I just joke around” I turn away and Eliza steps forward pushing the issue.
“You’re lying, you have a thing for Kayla…” I sigh and look up running my hands over my head. “No, no I don’t.” Eliza grabs me, spinning me around so I’m facing her with my back against the wall, her eyes filled with anger as she growls more than speaks.
“Then why?. This isn’t just “harmless fun”
I sigh and look away, Eliza grabs my face and pulls it towards her. “Answer me” I swallow hard and look into her bright blue eyes. The nervous tension pushing me in different directions. I look down and take a sharp breath. “It’s so I don’t focus on you….” Eliza looks confused and goes to say something but stops, she stutters and takes a step back.
“I…but you’re my…I mean…” She fidgets and looks up, as if noticing for the first time she’s barged into my hotel room at 3am and all I’m in is my underwear. She looks me up and down and steps forward swallowing hard. We get close, so close I can smell the faint perfume still left on her. I lick my lips as her bottom one quivers, she and I get closer and closer….
“A-austin, I can’t, we can’t…but you….” Her hands touch my chest, her soft fingers gripping my upper body and caressing it. Then without warning her palms slam against me pushing me away, she pivots off her heels and breezes through the door. I stand alone, the reality hits me…
“Well this should be a fun little ditty of a match. See last week I ended up losing via fluke to a masked douchebag named Zasshu….not my finest moment but in the end we all win, we all lose and we all learn and grow. But with that being said I’m not the type to whine and cry…instead I’ll focus on this week”
“In a five man match….”
“Which includes my father…”
“Yeah, thanks IWF, you raging dickholes.”
“But I do get to wail on a guy who has that “former world champion” tag. Todd Williams…who “means business”. Whatever the hell that means. See for the last few years Todd meaning business has meant Todd floats in and out of the wrestling business after humiliating losses before promising a return….”
Austin rolls his eyes.
“You’re in that weird time of your career where you’ve had success but it was all in the past, not even in this company yet you’re not old enough to be a has been. You just kind of float between the two areas Todd. But here’s the thing. Your best days are behind you, all your glory is done.”
“And the saddest part is that it isn’t your physical skills that have diminished. When you’re in the ring you can still go, you can move and go. It’s your focus that’s lacking. You’re so caught up in the massive dump your personal and professional life has become you can’t wake up and fix it….”
“And that’s why I have no respect for you. You got yourself deep in a hole, you dug it yourself and then you weren’t strong enough in character to pull yourself out. And now you’re just a vacant shell who sits at home and wonders what he could have been while staring at past accomplishments that NO ONE cares about or remembers.”
Austin scoffs and shakes his head.
“My father on the other hand is different. See while Todd Williams has given his blood and sweat and tears for his own gain and accomplishments my father gave his blood, sweat and tears for other people. He was the mastermind behind Ana Valentine.”
“Without my father, that bitch would be nothing.”
“Without my father she’d be sucking off some director for a dancing audition….”
“He stalled his dreams to help others realize theirs and what did he get for it?. Betrayal, lies and slander. A son he had to walk away from, a daughter given up and a woman he loves put away. He gave the best years of his life to Ana and her father. And now here he is trying to have a run to fully validate it all…he’s finally doing something for HIM….”
Austin smirks and shakes his head.
“It’s an honor and a privilege to learn from someone as skilled and accomplished as him and being able to watch him in the ring up close and personal will help me learn to be better, to be a son he can be proud of and to be a champion, a future legend….”
My father left the room, I felt the cold chill come over me as Amy sat with a shit eating grin on her arrogant self righteous face. “Well, I never realized your family had..southern influences…” I ground my teeth together as Amy chuckled and kicked her legs off the table standing up. She moves around me and laughed resting a hand on my chest.
“You know…I’m kind of like your mother….does that get it going?” I slap her hand away and go to step out the door. But she keeps going. “Awww poor little Austin…your idle threats against me not helping?” I spun around and shook my head as my blood boiled.
“Shut up Amy, you know nothing.” I felt sick to my stomach. I hated her, I hated everything about her but she was right I was sick, it was sick, but Eliza felt the same way. I knew it. “I know that you’re a little sick in the head. I know you have all this pent up frustration….and I know you need to get rid of it…” Amy laughed and shook her head.
“But your sister?” The laugh continued, I felt the anger rise, my blood coursed through veins that now pushed and stuck out of my body over the top of my muscles. Her shrill voice, high pitched and in a mocking tone ate it’s way into my head and before I knew it…..
“NO AUSTIN” I had her by the throat, my hand tight as my fist was raised in the air, I had turned into an angry snarling animal. Amy felt fragile in my fingers, her eyes pleading for me to stop, to calm down. I had my hand up and I saw red, but before I hit her….
“SHE'S NOT YOUR SISTER!”
It faded, the reality and realization hit me and I let Amy go. “What?” Amy breathed deep and shook her head sadly. “She’s…Eliza. She is my daughter but……she’s not your fathers….” I stepped back, my eyes darted from side to side and I sat down as the sick feeling I had was replaced with another. Amy stepped away and slithered out of the room to leave me be, no doubt to tell my father about her mistake…
“Warren Kane huh?”
Austin chuckles.
“From the outside in Warren and I have a lot in common. We come from wrestling families. With my father, grandfather and great grandfather all in this business and you with your father, a former IWF champion, your uncle, a champion in other places. The rest of the Kane family in and out of other companies….”
“We are the next generation to come through and while I have just stepped foot in IWF you Warren have been here for about a year.”
“And while my father is content with writing you off and touting apparent failures in your character I see something there. I see a need to impress, a need for acceptance.”
“You’ve walked a road of confusion and identity. You had no idea who you are or what you’re supposed to do and while there are many people in this company I can sit back and laugh at. But you’re not one of them…you’re a former invictus champion and a legacy….”
Austin smirks.
“But, you’re also going to have a long career in IWF standing behind me. While I think you can be great, you’re simply not going to be me Warren….”
“You’re a Kane and that means you’re earmarked for success. I’m a Mercer, it means I AM success……”
“But still, you’re definitely more respected and better than the last guy in this match. Caine Adams. What an over stuffed piece of pomp and circumstance this wanna be tough guy is. Really Caine?. You’ll prove your dominance?. By doing what?.”
“Beating nobodies?...making lofty sentiments?....”
“I do it and make these claims because I am bread for greatness. I’m an athletic freak capable of great things. You’re a scrubby looking loser with a “deep dark” personality…well why don’t you stand at the back of the line with the rest of the tattooed, cheap looking bums….”
“Meanwhile, the rest of us will continue being great at what we do…and I will continue living up to that potential….”
Well howdy there pardner.