Getting Knocked Down
Dec 30, 2012 11:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 11:06:43 GMT -5
October 2011
The rain continued to fall on me; the ashen sky above spread as far as the eye could see, further than I could imagine at that moment, and all of it is pitter-pattered with silvery rain drops. Just like it had been for the last hour.
The guards sat in their booth and stared at me over their coffee mugs, talked about me behind those glass panes and they pitied me. They pitied me. When did I sink that low? I looked like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone through pea coat and sweater and the light denim jeans that I was wearing. My hair was dripping wet, it clung to my cranium. This was turning out to be a hella big price to pay for my crime. Four months before I was on top of the world; I had the sexiest damn girlfriend ever sharing my bed each night. The best friends I could have imagined training me to become a better wrestler, to help me become a man instead of the boy I was when I met them. Four months before I had Constance and Jace and Tara by my side, in my corner, fighting my fights and helping me through the trials and tribulations of my life. I was a member of the SCCW roster, I was a member of Ascended Supremacy. I was a former SCCW Heritage Tag Team Champion, I was the SCCW Barbaric Champion … Then I slipped.
Some people might call it karma; I had taken everything that Griffin Hawkins once held dear. His place in Ascended Supremacy was now mine. I was fucking his ex-girlfriend, Constance Monroe. His precious Barbaric title was wrapped around my waist until I was stripped of it. I was living the life he had wanted until he sent his brother to my apartment to beg me to leave Griffin alone. If I closed my eyes and shut out the world I could still hear the crunch his nose made when I broke it; I could see his blood gush and begin to spill across the tarmac on my driveway. Hear his howls of pain as I kicked him in the ribs, his coughing and spluttering, his gasping for air as I just kept kicking. I could see the fear in his eyes as I stood over him, as I grabbed his collar and I could hear the thwack my fists made as I punched his blood splattered jaw. The memory is still vivid to this day; a constant reminder of what cost me everything, of what ruined my life and my career. But a time when I never felt more alive. What I did to Charles Hawkins that night was both the best and worst moment of my life.
What did I achieve that night? How did I manage to go from the highest point in my life to this; standing outside of a detention center somewhere in East Toronto in the pouring rain, waiting impatiently for one of my friends to pick me up like they said they would. The wind picked up, sending the raindrops straight into my face; I grimaced and beared it without complaint, letting out a small sigh as the sky darkened further. Thunder rumbled across the heavens as I looked down at the puddles forming around my feet, the flowing streams of rain water in the gutters before me. They’re not coming I realised as I looked to my left and my right without spying a car or vehicle of any sorts.
I wondered what my friends were doing at that moment; whether Jace and Tara were training together, or were they enjoying their honeymoon. Maybe they were on their way to pick me up. And what of Constance, was she on her way to Toronto in her recently purchased Aston Martin to take me home and show me what I had been missing. Was she going to thank me for fighting for her honour. To rid her of that thorn in her side, that pest who had been bothering her for months before and after I took that title from him, drove him through tables and beat him with barbed wire bats. Or had she moved on, a new man with more money and more promise than a nineteen year old with a criminal record. Had she finally escaped the hell that is Barrie, Ontario and flown South to warmer climes. Perhaps she was sat on a beach in Florida with a cocktail in her hand, working on that bronze tan she craved and loved so much. Or were they just all gathered around, laughing at me. Mocking me for the pathetic human being I was. Because I had fallen for their ruse hook, line and sinker. I had believed they were my friends, that they cared for me. I had trusted them. I was a fucking idiot for ever believing that they could ever care for me…
Just then I saw a blessed sight; bright beams of golden light drawing ever nearer. As I shielded my eyes from the rain I couldn’t tell what sort of car it was, or even if it was for me, but I hoped it was. A guilty feeling for washed over me, ashamed that I had ever doubted them. A silver Volvo. None of my friends drove a silver Volvo, but it pulled up in front of me and the door opened. A familiar voice called out to me, “Get in, Dom” the man said as I hesitated. Regardless I stepped forward and I got in. I felt very little pride before but at that moment I shrunk further. He sat there in the drivers seat with his short black hair cut just like I remembered, his big brown eyes a warmer sight than I had seen for the last three months as was the welcoming smile he wore on his face.
“Thanks, Dad.” I said with the utmost humility as I sat down in the passengers seat, removing my jacket and placing it in the black bag he provided me so I didn’t ruin the upholstery. At that moment I knew I’d have to start over. I’d have to rebuild my life and my career and do so without Constance or Jace or Tara.
Where to start…
The rain continued to fall on me; the ashen sky above spread as far as the eye could see, further than I could imagine at that moment, and all of it is pitter-pattered with silvery rain drops. Just like it had been for the last hour.
The guards sat in their booth and stared at me over their coffee mugs, talked about me behind those glass panes and they pitied me. They pitied me. When did I sink that low? I looked like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone through pea coat and sweater and the light denim jeans that I was wearing. My hair was dripping wet, it clung to my cranium. This was turning out to be a hella big price to pay for my crime. Four months before I was on top of the world; I had the sexiest damn girlfriend ever sharing my bed each night. The best friends I could have imagined training me to become a better wrestler, to help me become a man instead of the boy I was when I met them. Four months before I had Constance and Jace and Tara by my side, in my corner, fighting my fights and helping me through the trials and tribulations of my life. I was a member of the SCCW roster, I was a member of Ascended Supremacy. I was a former SCCW Heritage Tag Team Champion, I was the SCCW Barbaric Champion … Then I slipped.
Some people might call it karma; I had taken everything that Griffin Hawkins once held dear. His place in Ascended Supremacy was now mine. I was fucking his ex-girlfriend, Constance Monroe. His precious Barbaric title was wrapped around my waist until I was stripped of it. I was living the life he had wanted until he sent his brother to my apartment to beg me to leave Griffin alone. If I closed my eyes and shut out the world I could still hear the crunch his nose made when I broke it; I could see his blood gush and begin to spill across the tarmac on my driveway. Hear his howls of pain as I kicked him in the ribs, his coughing and spluttering, his gasping for air as I just kept kicking. I could see the fear in his eyes as I stood over him, as I grabbed his collar and I could hear the thwack my fists made as I punched his blood splattered jaw. The memory is still vivid to this day; a constant reminder of what cost me everything, of what ruined my life and my career. But a time when I never felt more alive. What I did to Charles Hawkins that night was both the best and worst moment of my life.
What did I achieve that night? How did I manage to go from the highest point in my life to this; standing outside of a detention center somewhere in East Toronto in the pouring rain, waiting impatiently for one of my friends to pick me up like they said they would. The wind picked up, sending the raindrops straight into my face; I grimaced and beared it without complaint, letting out a small sigh as the sky darkened further. Thunder rumbled across the heavens as I looked down at the puddles forming around my feet, the flowing streams of rain water in the gutters before me. They’re not coming I realised as I looked to my left and my right without spying a car or vehicle of any sorts.
I wondered what my friends were doing at that moment; whether Jace and Tara were training together, or were they enjoying their honeymoon. Maybe they were on their way to pick me up. And what of Constance, was she on her way to Toronto in her recently purchased Aston Martin to take me home and show me what I had been missing. Was she going to thank me for fighting for her honour. To rid her of that thorn in her side, that pest who had been bothering her for months before and after I took that title from him, drove him through tables and beat him with barbed wire bats. Or had she moved on, a new man with more money and more promise than a nineteen year old with a criminal record. Had she finally escaped the hell that is Barrie, Ontario and flown South to warmer climes. Perhaps she was sat on a beach in Florida with a cocktail in her hand, working on that bronze tan she craved and loved so much. Or were they just all gathered around, laughing at me. Mocking me for the pathetic human being I was. Because I had fallen for their ruse hook, line and sinker. I had believed they were my friends, that they cared for me. I had trusted them. I was a fucking idiot for ever believing that they could ever care for me…
Just then I saw a blessed sight; bright beams of golden light drawing ever nearer. As I shielded my eyes from the rain I couldn’t tell what sort of car it was, or even if it was for me, but I hoped it was. A guilty feeling for washed over me, ashamed that I had ever doubted them. A silver Volvo. None of my friends drove a silver Volvo, but it pulled up in front of me and the door opened. A familiar voice called out to me, “Get in, Dom” the man said as I hesitated. Regardless I stepped forward and I got in. I felt very little pride before but at that moment I shrunk further. He sat there in the drivers seat with his short black hair cut just like I remembered, his big brown eyes a warmer sight than I had seen for the last three months as was the welcoming smile he wore on his face.
“Thanks, Dad.” I said with the utmost humility as I sat down in the passengers seat, removing my jacket and placing it in the black bag he provided me so I didn’t ruin the upholstery. At that moment I knew I’d have to start over. I’d have to rebuild my life and my career and do so without Constance or Jace or Tara.
Where to start…