Family Tree
Oct 19, 2015 10:04:29 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Oct 19, 2015 10:04:29 GMT -5
“Ya been off doin’ that dumb stuff ‘gain haven’cha?” A dirty middle-aged woman leans against a wooden fence out in the field. Cigarette in hand, she looks at him with disgust. “Son it ain’t gon’ take ya anywhere. Ya ain’t fixin to be no superstar or nothin’. Couldn’t even do nothin’ with that…band a’ yours.” Nest’s mother spits out the word ‘band’, as if she didn’t understand the concept.
Nest stood alone opposite his mother. He tilted his head, clear disappointment all over his face. “You don’t know…”
“But I do.” A gruffy voice faded into his consciousness. A middle-aged man stands next to Nest’s mother, smoking a cigarette of his own. “Trish at least the boy got some damn goals. Unlike that…” He points the cigarette over to a boy off in the distance with a shovel. “…that brother a’ his.”
There’s great confusion on Nest’s face as he watches his parents, particularly his father, in disbelief. “Are you serious, dad?”
“Sure are.” Mother rolls her eyes as the father takes another pull and steps closer. “Son we wa’n’t always there for ya like we shoulda. Tell ya the truth we ain’t ever think ya was ever gon’ be any good at nothin’!” Nest looked down as he felt his father’s hand on his shoulder. “But hey it beats diggin’ ditches forever don’t it?”
Before Nest could respond, his father walked back over to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. “She ain’t gon’ admit it but she proud too, ain’t she?” He looks at the woman and gives cough-riddled laugh. Nest’s mother just looked at her son, for the first time in a long time he saw genuine love somewhere deep in her eyes.
“Yeah yeah well it gon’ be one less mouth to feed, I’ll tell ya what.” She folded her arms after flinging her cigarette butt. After a few moments of looking down, she lifts her head up revealing slightly watery eyes. A little girl comes running under the fence with a doll. “Just don’t be doin’ nothin’ stupid to get you back here with all of us now, ya hear?”
“Look mommy, Cinderella found her shoe!” Nest’s mother looks down, smiles and reels the girl in. Nest notices the little girl and looks even more confused.
“Is…” He struggles to get the words out. “…that…is that…”
“Yup, Katie walkin’ and talkin’.” Nest’s father says, looking down at his precious daughter. He looks back over at Nest, his middle child. His pride and joy. “Well ya know she can’t be hurtin’ now.”
Nest smiles. “Nope. Guess not…” He looks down from his father to his baby sister. “She looks so happy.”
“Use her smile, Nestlee.” His mother caresses her youngest son’s cheek. “She wanna be just like her brother, isn’t that right Kate?”
“Just like you Lee.” Nest crouches down to his baby sister who is on her mother’s hip twirling the hair of her doll. He embraces her tightly and the little girl smiles back up at him. “Now now now go get out of here and go get ‘em!” Nest’s parents laughs as his sister high fives him.
“We must get to hittin’ the hay, I reckon.” Nest’s father says to his wife and daughter. “See ya on the other side kiddo.” He winks to Nest and gives another cough-riddled laugh before leading his family out into the field. They all faded off in the distance.
Nest closes his eyes and reopens them. The cold and quiet graveyard gave Nest a sense of security. Sitting in the middle of four headstones, was a tall coniferous tree. That was his tree and it was his for a very special reason. Whether he realized it or not.
“Luke Wisia…” Nest ponders while sitting in his favorite tree.
“I’m learning that being the Apex Champion of the Lion’s Den comes with its perks. For one, it means I could’ve used these last two weeks to rest up before I defend my title. There’s been no Pride. No challengers in front of me that would keep me occupied until I meet Triple T. Another perk that comes with being a champion, is when events such as Frontier to the Future come along, you have the luxury of not only choosing to participate but also choosing who you compete against.” Nest strokes his beard, leaning against the branches. “People have been asking why you, Luke. For some reason, many have the belief that I could’ve chosen a much more formidable opponent.”
Nest smiles. “Surely one with a better temperament. There are current and former FGA champions who I, perhaps, should be gunning after instead. I could’ve even gone the more cliche route and challenge one of my trainers. Someone like Chris Bond would have been an honor to work with outside of the facility. Even though a lot of wrestlers like to downplay his contributions to this sport, I’m not one of them. Without greats like Bond, I would be nothing more than a lowly, punk kid with no foreseeable future.”
“Even though I greatly respect a guy like Chris Bond, I have an inkling of confidence that I could defeat him if I really tried my hardest. He’s predictable.” Nest tilts his head and rocks back and forth. “With you Luke, not so much. I wanted to take myself out of the comfortable element. Leaving this bubble of LDFC is a challenge, one I don’t think I’m ready for which is exactly why I challenged you. You’re one of the loudest superstars in Hard Knox Wrestling and I say that in both a literal and hypothetical sense.”
Nest chuckles a bit to himself.
“Your caps lock Twitter tirades aren’t impressive, but they are quite entertaining. Your performances during most of your matches are the same. I’ve watched you Luke. I’ve watched you for a long time, and I hope it creeps you out. For all of your petty insults towards my breath and the like, you’ve failed to realize the reason why I’m after you. It’s because you have things I don’t. Plenty of things. You have a hand-delivered wrestling career, because you didn’t have to start from the bottom and scratch like I’m doing. You have a guaranteed position on the HKW roster for as long as you want it. There’s always an opening for you. Forever an opportunity to make as much noise as you desire, not to mention the power to pursue any endeavor you so see fit to.”
Nest smiles. “Privilege is a wonderful thing isn’t it? Sometimes, we don’t like to admit when we have a clear cut advantage over everyone else. I know personally, it’s taking a lot of adjusting and humbling to be the Apex champion that everyone in the the Lion’s Den needs. What confuses me about you is that you don’t have the slightest clue how much potential you have to be a pure legend in the world of wrestling…just doesn’t seem like you want that.”
“From my observations, Luke Wisia is perfectly content with being known simply as Luke Banks.” Nest laughs. “Do you even really want to be a wrestler Luke or are you just trying to conform to the family business? No disrespect to the Banks, but it doesn’t seem like their cousin wants anything to do with carrying the family crest, honorably. When I listen to you speak, I feel no passion. You don’t show any fire during the heat of competition. You are intent on hurting people; and furthermore, there’s evil intentions behind each of your actions. I guess you could say the purpose for me challenging you is to either confirm my theory or be gravely proven wrong. I’m prepared for both.”
“You could be using your family tree to carve your own niche ala Ronald. Instead, you would rather be vermin, leeching off of whatever success Brandon Banks had in twenty twelve and Felicity is having now as if the name Banks is a precursor, a surefire career death note. It’s amusing to see you spew outlandishness because you think you can without consequence.” Nest shrugs. “That ends now. There’s been no obstacle placed in my way that I haven’t managed to bury. No man that’s managed to intimidate me, even a little bit. At FTTF Squared, we aren’t in your family’s backyard, and no politics will be involved. You’ll be stepping inside of my Nest where I’ve remained dominant. Then we’ll see who really sinks or swims. When there’s nothing your last name can do to save you from me, what will you pull out the bag? Whatever it is, I hope it’s resourceful. You’re going to need more than capital letters, swearing and booger-flicking to win this.” Nest laughs. “Nest Assured, I am no one your people can prepare you for because I am no one they’ve ever beaten.”
Nest winks before leaning back, arms folded.
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Nest stood alone opposite his mother. He tilted his head, clear disappointment all over his face. “You don’t know…”
“But I do.” A gruffy voice faded into his consciousness. A middle-aged man stands next to Nest’s mother, smoking a cigarette of his own. “Trish at least the boy got some damn goals. Unlike that…” He points the cigarette over to a boy off in the distance with a shovel. “…that brother a’ his.”
There’s great confusion on Nest’s face as he watches his parents, particularly his father, in disbelief. “Are you serious, dad?”
“Sure are.” Mother rolls her eyes as the father takes another pull and steps closer. “Son we wa’n’t always there for ya like we shoulda. Tell ya the truth we ain’t ever think ya was ever gon’ be any good at nothin’!” Nest looked down as he felt his father’s hand on his shoulder. “But hey it beats diggin’ ditches forever don’t it?”
Before Nest could respond, his father walked back over to his wife and kissed her on the cheek. “She ain’t gon’ admit it but she proud too, ain’t she?” He looks at the woman and gives cough-riddled laugh. Nest’s mother just looked at her son, for the first time in a long time he saw genuine love somewhere deep in her eyes.
“Yeah yeah well it gon’ be one less mouth to feed, I’ll tell ya what.” She folded her arms after flinging her cigarette butt. After a few moments of looking down, she lifts her head up revealing slightly watery eyes. A little girl comes running under the fence with a doll. “Just don’t be doin’ nothin’ stupid to get you back here with all of us now, ya hear?”
“Look mommy, Cinderella found her shoe!” Nest’s mother looks down, smiles and reels the girl in. Nest notices the little girl and looks even more confused.
“Is…” He struggles to get the words out. “…that…is that…”
“Yup, Katie walkin’ and talkin’.” Nest’s father says, looking down at his precious daughter. He looks back over at Nest, his middle child. His pride and joy. “Well ya know she can’t be hurtin’ now.”
Nest smiles. “Nope. Guess not…” He looks down from his father to his baby sister. “She looks so happy.”
“Use her smile, Nestlee.” His mother caresses her youngest son’s cheek. “She wanna be just like her brother, isn’t that right Kate?”
“Just like you Lee.” Nest crouches down to his baby sister who is on her mother’s hip twirling the hair of her doll. He embraces her tightly and the little girl smiles back up at him. “Now now now go get out of here and go get ‘em!” Nest’s parents laughs as his sister high fives him.
“We must get to hittin’ the hay, I reckon.” Nest’s father says to his wife and daughter. “See ya on the other side kiddo.” He winks to Nest and gives another cough-riddled laugh before leading his family out into the field. They all faded off in the distance.
Nest closes his eyes and reopens them. The cold and quiet graveyard gave Nest a sense of security. Sitting in the middle of four headstones, was a tall coniferous tree. That was his tree and it was his for a very special reason. Whether he realized it or not.
“Luke Wisia…” Nest ponders while sitting in his favorite tree.
“I’m learning that being the Apex Champion of the Lion’s Den comes with its perks. For one, it means I could’ve used these last two weeks to rest up before I defend my title. There’s been no Pride. No challengers in front of me that would keep me occupied until I meet Triple T. Another perk that comes with being a champion, is when events such as Frontier to the Future come along, you have the luxury of not only choosing to participate but also choosing who you compete against.” Nest strokes his beard, leaning against the branches. “People have been asking why you, Luke. For some reason, many have the belief that I could’ve chosen a much more formidable opponent.”
Nest smiles. “Surely one with a better temperament. There are current and former FGA champions who I, perhaps, should be gunning after instead. I could’ve even gone the more cliche route and challenge one of my trainers. Someone like Chris Bond would have been an honor to work with outside of the facility. Even though a lot of wrestlers like to downplay his contributions to this sport, I’m not one of them. Without greats like Bond, I would be nothing more than a lowly, punk kid with no foreseeable future.”
“Even though I greatly respect a guy like Chris Bond, I have an inkling of confidence that I could defeat him if I really tried my hardest. He’s predictable.” Nest tilts his head and rocks back and forth. “With you Luke, not so much. I wanted to take myself out of the comfortable element. Leaving this bubble of LDFC is a challenge, one I don’t think I’m ready for which is exactly why I challenged you. You’re one of the loudest superstars in Hard Knox Wrestling and I say that in both a literal and hypothetical sense.”
Nest chuckles a bit to himself.
“Your caps lock Twitter tirades aren’t impressive, but they are quite entertaining. Your performances during most of your matches are the same. I’ve watched you Luke. I’ve watched you for a long time, and I hope it creeps you out. For all of your petty insults towards my breath and the like, you’ve failed to realize the reason why I’m after you. It’s because you have things I don’t. Plenty of things. You have a hand-delivered wrestling career, because you didn’t have to start from the bottom and scratch like I’m doing. You have a guaranteed position on the HKW roster for as long as you want it. There’s always an opening for you. Forever an opportunity to make as much noise as you desire, not to mention the power to pursue any endeavor you so see fit to.”
Nest smiles. “Privilege is a wonderful thing isn’t it? Sometimes, we don’t like to admit when we have a clear cut advantage over everyone else. I know personally, it’s taking a lot of adjusting and humbling to be the Apex champion that everyone in the the Lion’s Den needs. What confuses me about you is that you don’t have the slightest clue how much potential you have to be a pure legend in the world of wrestling…just doesn’t seem like you want that.”
“From my observations, Luke Wisia is perfectly content with being known simply as Luke Banks.” Nest laughs. “Do you even really want to be a wrestler Luke or are you just trying to conform to the family business? No disrespect to the Banks, but it doesn’t seem like their cousin wants anything to do with carrying the family crest, honorably. When I listen to you speak, I feel no passion. You don’t show any fire during the heat of competition. You are intent on hurting people; and furthermore, there’s evil intentions behind each of your actions. I guess you could say the purpose for me challenging you is to either confirm my theory or be gravely proven wrong. I’m prepared for both.”
“You could be using your family tree to carve your own niche ala Ronald. Instead, you would rather be vermin, leeching off of whatever success Brandon Banks had in twenty twelve and Felicity is having now as if the name Banks is a precursor, a surefire career death note. It’s amusing to see you spew outlandishness because you think you can without consequence.” Nest shrugs. “That ends now. There’s been no obstacle placed in my way that I haven’t managed to bury. No man that’s managed to intimidate me, even a little bit. At FTTF Squared, we aren’t in your family’s backyard, and no politics will be involved. You’ll be stepping inside of my Nest where I’ve remained dominant. Then we’ll see who really sinks or swims. When there’s nothing your last name can do to save you from me, what will you pull out the bag? Whatever it is, I hope it’s resourceful. You’re going to need more than capital letters, swearing and booger-flicking to win this.” Nest laughs. “Nest Assured, I am no one your people can prepare you for because I am no one they’ve ever beaten.”
Nest winks before leaning back, arms folded.
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