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Everything To Gain
..:: It’s not something I’m really excited about. Since dad died, though, she’s been a bit lonely. Now she’s about to have three grandbabies and she wants to help Samantha get everything into order. ::.. ..:: Or so I think. ::.. ..:: Secretly, I think my mom is here to talk to me about… us. Sam and I, that is. I overheard Samantha talking to someone on the phone and then, out of nowhere, my mom decides to come up. Sam may fool most, but she can’t fool me. ::.. ..:: She just can’t. ::.. Samantha straightens things around the house and I turn up my iPod stereo up as “Lord Give Me A Sign” by DMX bumps in the house. Everything on the walls shakes and Sam just looks at me and shakes her head. “Can you turn that down” She hollers and I act like I can’t hear her. My pocket starts to vibrate and I see ‘Mom’ is calling. I place my Iphone up to my ear and turn down the stereo. “Hello?” “I can hear that outside the house Johnny. Why do you have that turned up so loud?” “I don’t know mom. Do you want in the house?” “Yeah, I do” She says and I hang up the phone. “Mom’s here babe” I say to Sam and she smiles. I make my way to the front door and turn the key. Outside stands my mother, Joyellen. She is still the strongest woman I’ve ever known in my life. Her face shows signs of age but nothing takes away from her natural beauty. There is a slight resemblance between Sam and mom, but Sam is Hispanic and my mother is white. Other than that, they have a similar look to them. Subconsciously we are trying to marry our mothers. “Hi Joy!” Samantha says and hugs her. My mother looks at Sam’s stomach and you can see she is getting teary eyed. “Wow. You look great Samantha. I remember when I was that pregnant and you feel so good because you’re about to give birth. But I was giving birth to one person, not three. I remember when I was pregnant with Johnny… he wouldn’t stop kicking!” She says and I chuckle out of respect and Sam laughs. “He still does that in his sleep” Samantha says with a bright smile. Oh yes, let’s turn this into ‘Hate on Johnny’ day. “I’m sure he does. He used to pee the bed…” “Well, mom, you must be tired from the flight. We should get you to bed.” “But it’s only four in the afternoon. And there going to show highlights from todays Presidential swear in” “Still late” I say and take her bags from her. She and Sam make small talk and I take mom’s bags up the spiral staircase to the guest bedroom. On my way up, I hear some murmuring from those two. I turn the corner and peek my head around the same corner, eyeing the two of them. “So you’ll talk to him? I just don’t think he’s ready.” “Don’t worry precious. I’m his mother. He’ll listen to me” She says and they kiss each other on the cheek. Alright mom. You want to play those games, we’ll play. Expect a very sweet, kind, passionate husband for the week that you are here. Then we’ll see what you do then. Is it evil that I’m about to play mind games with my mother? Nah. I put her bags in the guest bedroom and make my way down the stairs. Mom looks at me the entire time and smiles. “Have you lost weight?” “I should be asking you that. You’re looking fantastic mom” I say. Let the games begin. “Oh, well you shouldn’t have. I’ve been doing a bit of, oh what is it called, pilates. It’s been keeping my thirty something figure in line.” “Well, you look great” She says and I place my arm around Sam’s waist and pull her close to me. Not a rough pull but a gentle pull to let her know that I love her. Which I do. “So, are we gonna get something to eat? You know, I’ve never been to London. I’d like to see some of the things here.” “Well, Thursday, you and Samantha can do whatever you want. I have to go to into town, I have a room across from the O2 Arena.” “Why are you staying at a Hotel?” “Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I went back into wrestling” She looks at me with a look of anger, shock, and doubt. “But you’re about to have children. What happens if you get big when the children are born?” “Then I’ll leave. Samantha is more important than some money. You should know that mother.” “I sure hope so” She says and opens the door. “Now, where are we going? I am really hungry.” “Well, I know a great Italian restaurant. Is that cool?” “I haven’t had good Italian in a long time. Well, since your dad was alive” She states as I grab Sam’s jacket and I throw on a zip up jacket. As we walk out the door I give Sam a kiss on the cheek and she blushes. “What’s with all the affection Johnny?” “Can’t I give you some lovin’ every now and then?” I reply and she just smiles. “I like it. A lot” I help her out the door and close the door behind us. Maybe this visit will help me. I’m sure that at the end of it all I’ll be a changed man. For better… or worse - * - - - * - “DoA and winning is something everyone around the world should be used to. It’s what we do. Last week I told the world that Azula was over stepping his comfort barriers and that he was entering a spot that was way over his mid card reach. And what happened?” “He drowned in the hype” “Bobby I hope you realize that your 5 minutes have expired. You stole the show two weeks ago when you saved Matt Marvel. And this past week I brought you back down to earth. I hope you learned your lesson, that the Main event is out of your reach. Stick with the backstage slap feast with people like Double D.” “It’s really the only spot for you to shine Bobby” “But this week isn’t about Bobby Azula‘s failed attempt, nor is it about DoA. This week is about my little brother once again trying to wiggle his way out of my shadow. But the kid has to realize that my shadow is to big for him to over come.” “Family had never been too important to me. Never was something I looked back on with good memories. Tails has always been my over jealous brother. Life threw me too many curveballs, and I had no one close to turn to. It's how I became who I am. A loner. An arrogant prick, who knows he's better than everyone else. Do you blame me? You all have families, you all have friends. I have been by myself. It's sad though. Tails and I needed a match against each other in order to speak to each other.” “For you all who never had the unpleasure of knowing who Tails is. Allow me to inform you all about him. You see, my brother, Tails, is a hot head. A bad temper, and little self control. Traits we both share, we got it from are father, so I hear. Tails never liked my success. He never liked that I could say I was better than him. Truth is, I never was better than him. I saw things in a completely opposite light. I didn't see myself as getting all the attention. In my eyes, we were treated the same. I started my career earlier than Tails, being the elder brother. My name was noticed by the time he was ready to join the ranks. There was nothing I could do about it. I had a natural talent; as did he. I can't say I didn't love the kid, because I did. I tried to be his father figure. Seeing as I knew what it was like to grow up, and not have one most of my life. He didn't see it that way. He saw me as a showboat, and an attention grabber. He felt I took every sort of limelight off from him. He didn't understand that it wasn't intentional. As I didn't understand how much he despised me.” “And to be Frank…It’s to late” “You've been giving your chance to shine to many times already Tails! The four times we’ve done battle back in JWF, You lost all four! The One time after that, You lost that one to. And now this week, here in HIW.” “You can bank on the result being the same.” “This time won't be any different. To everyone’s eyes I am the most dominant force to ever step in a ring. I’m everything you ever wanted to be, and that must be a hell of a burden. Everywhere you go, everyone is comparing you…Never letting you forget just who your brother is…The Billboards all over England, my face plastered everywhere you turn, reminding you about your dream being lived by your older brother. Reminding you about your failures. And reminding you just what your big brother has become….” “Greatness.” “You see Tails, there is something you haven‘t pin pointed in all these years. Every time we are paired against each other you always acting as if I’M worried about you. But in reality, I have nothing to worry about. It’s not like you're going to finally come and take everything I've built away from me. How could you? You can't even fulfill your own Epic tag name. How can one call himself Epic, and be a failure?” “Lets again address this point shit break, you signing a contract here didn't turn heads, nor did it spark any kind of excitement. No matter where you sign, your just some jobber named after a hit 90‘s video game who‘s brother happens to be a ten time world champion. To be honest Tails, I am ashamed of calling you my brother. Not just because of your piss poor skills but because you look like a cross between Boy George and a background dancer to a B rated hip hop video. Are parents were wrong to have a second son. It’s a shame the operation failed.” “Don’t act surprise little brother, you had to always have some sort of a feeling that you were the mistake of a broken condom. Here’s a tip for yea, why not drop the Epic phrase and replace it with..” “Tails ‘The Living Abortion’” “Now there is away to get notice.” “But my father’s handicap sperm isn’t the only reputation I get the honor to smear, there is also Morgan Jones.” “Who the Bloody Hell?” “No offense, kid, but this is about to be a slaughter. I guess management really does want DoA to succeed, throwing us meat like you. It should be a real treat, though.” “I’m sure Morgan knows all about me, how could he not? There isn’t a corner that doesn’t have my poster pinned up. I’ve been in the top five expert world rankings for the last 4 weeks. I wouldn’t be surprise if Morgan was apart of the online fan club.” “But what do I know about Morgan? Nothing really. All I know is he has been named number one contender for a championship without a name. The Mystery championship for you Welsh folks at home trying to keep up. Really not what Morgan Jones is out to prove this week. If I was a second tier contender like Jones I would try to fly low on the radar. I mean with Enigma fast approaching why would he risk being injured and costing himself a shot at a nameless championship” “You’re about to kill your own career.” “You walk around me with the biggest set of balls I’ve seen since Matt Marvel. We all know what happened to him, don’t we? We all know what happened to him since then. He’s lost to me three times and everyone knows it tears him up inside. He can’t get over the fact that I have beaten him so much because he was ‘so much better than me’, right? Is that what you think Morgan? Do you think you’re so much better than I am? Let me prove you wrong and I’ll just add you to the tagline of everyone else who thought it was their destiny to win. You say everyone was destined to beat me but never did. Their destiny was the same as yours so tell me, kid, what makes my battle with your destiny any different?” “Not a damn thing!” “Morgan Jones, lets not beat around the bush, and lets face facts. You don’t have a place here. You’re just… here. People don’t go crazy when you come out. People don’t go ‘Holy SHIT, there he is!’ or anything like that. You’re just stuck in mediocrity. On the other hand, I’m the most hated man in wrestling. People don’t appreciate what I do and I really don’t care. Fans want to kill me yet they always go crazy for me. It’s like they’re happy to see a fresh breath of air in wrestling. It’s like I’m the savior of wrestling from people like you. I’m SBK and I am the HIW Champion, and you’re a future Mystery champion.” “I’m not even sure you’ll be that.” “What makes you think that you can beat me Morgan? What, deep down in that chest of yours, believes that you can beat me? What forces you to get the extreme honor of facing me in the ring? You haven’t done anything to even earn you this shot. At least when I was dealing with Bobby Azula the fucker did something to get himself noticed. You’ve done nothing. You even lost the show opener last week. If anything you should be warming up to jobbers like Rodney Hendrix” “And these are my challengers?” “Prep the headline…” “DoA streak continues as the Body count begins to grow” -- FIN -- |