Post by Buck U Productions on Jun 12, 2016 6:22:06 GMT
I toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. Slowly and quietly as I can, so I don’t wake Charlie, I get up and make my way to the living room and over to the computer. Mr. Sandman seems to hate me these days, I think to myself as I open my laptop and turn it on. This isn’t the first time the path to “slumber-land” has eluded me as of late.
No one has to tell me that 2016 hasn’t been my year so far. Oh sure, this past week wasn’t so bad. I walked away with a victory over a legend down in Dallas, Texas, and earned myself a World Title shot while I was there. On the other hand, my other venture hasn’t proved fruitful and “Dear Old Dad” is pressuring me to give it up. He hasn’t stopped reminding me of how many times I’ve failed him by not retaining the Supremo Title, not winning the STW World Title, not getting the Supremo Title back, losing in the first round of the Super Falcon Cup. It doesn’t matter how many midcard titles I’ve held in STW or the fact that I beat El Vainillo and forced him to take off his mask. World Championships are all he cares about, anything else is beneath his expectations.
In that area, I sort of envy Holly. The Ambassador doesn’t seem to be bothered if she succeeds or not. Shoot, he’s just happy that she’s found something that she’s become passionate about, and not just throwing herself at any guy that shows her the slightest bit of interest. If Holly never wins championship on her own, he won’t even bat an eye. He’ll kiss her on the forehead, tell her that at least she tried and she’ll do better next time.
What the hell did I ever do to him that I don’t get treated with that sort of love, I mean other than trying to burn down half of Mexico, make threats on his life and call him every evil name I can think of. I fight a mental illness after all; I should be given a little bit of slack, at the very least.
My laptop powers up and I open the same video file that I’ve been watching almost every day for over six months, the Pollo Playhouse Match at “So It’s Come to This”. As the video file plays through, I watch as all the plans that the Embassy put together so carefully together, fall apart. First, Nirvana showed just how useless he was by being the first to be eliminated; then Owl Man crashing through the cage door and pinning Brute; and then finally, how the match ended, with Zargnax shooting his arm cannon at me and then being pinned by El Vainillo.
The fact that I don’t remember that last part, because I was writhing in pain on the mat, doesn’t change anything. It happened and everything changed after that. Sure, it led to me getting the help I needed for and I finally got the woman of my dreams to marry me, but professionally things began to unravel after that match. Meanwhile, Zargnax’s career seemed to skyrocket. Oh sure, he lost his stupid computer on wheels, and a couple of his tag team partners were eaten by that thing under the ring that almost got me last year, but he’s sitting pretty now as one half of the Pollomania Twin Egg Champions.
And that just won’t do.
I close the file and turn my laptop back off. Closing it, I stand up and head over to the refrigerator to get some water. As I slow sip on my glass, the thought keeps going through my mind. I’ve got to beat Zargnax in order to turn things back around. Just like he almost cost me my career, I need to take something away from him, the championship.
A smile finds its way across my face and I finish off my water. Winning the Twin Eggs with Holly will just be the icing on the cake. After years of being at odds, we’ve finally been able to start repairing our relationship. I’m not using her to get back at Zargnax but helping her win her first championship will make it that much sweeter.
“Tiger,” Charlie calls, “come back to bed.”
Content now, I answer her call and return to our room. As I get under the covers with her, I feel sleep finally take me.
No one has to tell me that 2016 hasn’t been my year so far. Oh sure, this past week wasn’t so bad. I walked away with a victory over a legend down in Dallas, Texas, and earned myself a World Title shot while I was there. On the other hand, my other venture hasn’t proved fruitful and “Dear Old Dad” is pressuring me to give it up. He hasn’t stopped reminding me of how many times I’ve failed him by not retaining the Supremo Title, not winning the STW World Title, not getting the Supremo Title back, losing in the first round of the Super Falcon Cup. It doesn’t matter how many midcard titles I’ve held in STW or the fact that I beat El Vainillo and forced him to take off his mask. World Championships are all he cares about, anything else is beneath his expectations.
In that area, I sort of envy Holly. The Ambassador doesn’t seem to be bothered if she succeeds or not. Shoot, he’s just happy that she’s found something that she’s become passionate about, and not just throwing herself at any guy that shows her the slightest bit of interest. If Holly never wins championship on her own, he won’t even bat an eye. He’ll kiss her on the forehead, tell her that at least she tried and she’ll do better next time.
What the hell did I ever do to him that I don’t get treated with that sort of love, I mean other than trying to burn down half of Mexico, make threats on his life and call him every evil name I can think of. I fight a mental illness after all; I should be given a little bit of slack, at the very least.
My laptop powers up and I open the same video file that I’ve been watching almost every day for over six months, the Pollo Playhouse Match at “So It’s Come to This”. As the video file plays through, I watch as all the plans that the Embassy put together so carefully together, fall apart. First, Nirvana showed just how useless he was by being the first to be eliminated; then Owl Man crashing through the cage door and pinning Brute; and then finally, how the match ended, with Zargnax shooting his arm cannon at me and then being pinned by El Vainillo.
The fact that I don’t remember that last part, because I was writhing in pain on the mat, doesn’t change anything. It happened and everything changed after that. Sure, it led to me getting the help I needed for and I finally got the woman of my dreams to marry me, but professionally things began to unravel after that match. Meanwhile, Zargnax’s career seemed to skyrocket. Oh sure, he lost his stupid computer on wheels, and a couple of his tag team partners were eaten by that thing under the ring that almost got me last year, but he’s sitting pretty now as one half of the Pollomania Twin Egg Champions.
And that just won’t do.
I close the file and turn my laptop back off. Closing it, I stand up and head over to the refrigerator to get some water. As I slow sip on my glass, the thought keeps going through my mind. I’ve got to beat Zargnax in order to turn things back around. Just like he almost cost me my career, I need to take something away from him, the championship.
A smile finds its way across my face and I finish off my water. Winning the Twin Eggs with Holly will just be the icing on the cake. After years of being at odds, we’ve finally been able to start repairing our relationship. I’m not using her to get back at Zargnax but helping her win her first championship will make it that much sweeter.
“Tiger,” Charlie calls, “come back to bed.”
Content now, I answer her call and return to our room. As I get under the covers with her, I feel sleep finally take me.