Sorry Ms Parker
Sept 2, 2016 17:48:15 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Sept 2, 2016 17:48:15 GMT -5
Queens, New York
August 28th, 2016
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Zero McHannon stood with all the other parents as they waited for their kids to get out of middle school.
The children flooded out of the building and McHannon knew that Claire always walked home from school, seeing as it only a couple blocks away. It had been months since he had seen his ‘goddaughter’, but now that Lee tried to take away that title, the urge to see her was irresistible.
There she was… Claire ran out with all her other little friends and started their way up the sidewalk towards the bad part of town. Zero left the group of parents and walked up behind her, ready to talk to her, but a conversation sparked his attention that made him stop. Claire wore the Chandler Scott tee-shirt that he bought her when he first came to FGA. Her friend wore a #GrrrFace tee.
“You gonna watch Vertigo on Saturday, Claire?” The little boy asked.
“I thought about it, but I dunno. I’m not watchin’ First Wave, so I wanted to watch Vertigo.” Claire said as she looked down at the sidewalk to avoid making eye contact.
The boy looked shocked as he turned to Claire. “But ain’t your godfather facin’ Cindy Parker? You ain’t gonna wanna miss that, and Zero got a match comin’ up against Chandler Scott!”
“I hope Chandler kills him like he did Jimmy Page.” She said in a soft spoken voice.
Zero fell back behind some more of the kids, but stayed within ear shot. His heart dropped from what she said.
“Man, I think being related to a wrestler would be awesome! Especially someone like Zero McHannon!” The boy threw his hands into the air as he spoke and made ‘Z’ sign.
Claire sighed and responded, “You don’t know Zero like I do. He always tells me ‘family, family, family’, but he only cares about himself. I ain’t seen him in months. We ain’t even related. He’s too obsessed with ‘world title this’, ‘beatin’ so and so at that’, and ‘bein’ the best athlete he can be’.”
The boy put his arm around Claire’s shoulders. The inner dad instinct in Zero wanted to step in now, but he held back.
“Don’t worry, Claire. The bad guys never win in the end. Cindy Parker will put him in his place, then Chandler Scott. Zero will get what’s comin’ to him.” The boy pulled in Claire for a hug as they continued to walk.
“You say that, but he has won the world championship three times. It makes me sick. Life ain’t like the stories, my dad told me that once. I’m startin’ to see what he’s talkin’ about now. If the bad people are stronger, they can win.” Claire wiped a tear from her eye and fought against the urge to cry.
After Zero heard that, he stopped walking and just let her go. The last person in the world Claire wanted was to see him, and he wouldn’t put that burden on her. Only a couple of years ago, they had the healthiest relationship possible. Now? It’s ruined. It was something else to put on display for the country to see.
Everything I’ve done is for you, Claire… Why don’t you see that? I wrestle so that you can have everything in life that I didn’t. I face the best names in the world, like Chandler Scott, so that I can move up the ranks in my job. I sign to promotions like FGA and HKW so that I can be one of the biggest names in the wrestling business. Quit looking at it through the glasses that your ‘father’ gives you and look at it from the inside-out.
And Zero had a choice, but he didn’t want to choose. Claire or wrestling. An unfair decision. One that he refused to make. What was life with one, but without the other?
Miserable. The way it has been for almost eight months.
Zero chose wrestling. He always chose wrestling.
August 28th, 2016
[OFF CAMERA]
Zero McHannon stood with all the other parents as they waited for their kids to get out of middle school.
The children flooded out of the building and McHannon knew that Claire always walked home from school, seeing as it only a couple blocks away. It had been months since he had seen his ‘goddaughter’, but now that Lee tried to take away that title, the urge to see her was irresistible.
There she was… Claire ran out with all her other little friends and started their way up the sidewalk towards the bad part of town. Zero left the group of parents and walked up behind her, ready to talk to her, but a conversation sparked his attention that made him stop. Claire wore the Chandler Scott tee-shirt that he bought her when he first came to FGA. Her friend wore a #GrrrFace tee.
“You gonna watch Vertigo on Saturday, Claire?” The little boy asked.
“I thought about it, but I dunno. I’m not watchin’ First Wave, so I wanted to watch Vertigo.” Claire said as she looked down at the sidewalk to avoid making eye contact.
The boy looked shocked as he turned to Claire. “But ain’t your godfather facin’ Cindy Parker? You ain’t gonna wanna miss that, and Zero got a match comin’ up against Chandler Scott!”
“I hope Chandler kills him like he did Jimmy Page.” She said in a soft spoken voice.
Zero fell back behind some more of the kids, but stayed within ear shot. His heart dropped from what she said.
“Man, I think being related to a wrestler would be awesome! Especially someone like Zero McHannon!” The boy threw his hands into the air as he spoke and made ‘Z’ sign.
Claire sighed and responded, “You don’t know Zero like I do. He always tells me ‘family, family, family’, but he only cares about himself. I ain’t seen him in months. We ain’t even related. He’s too obsessed with ‘world title this’, ‘beatin’ so and so at that’, and ‘bein’ the best athlete he can be’.”
The boy put his arm around Claire’s shoulders. The inner dad instinct in Zero wanted to step in now, but he held back.
“Don’t worry, Claire. The bad guys never win in the end. Cindy Parker will put him in his place, then Chandler Scott. Zero will get what’s comin’ to him.” The boy pulled in Claire for a hug as they continued to walk.
“You say that, but he has won the world championship three times. It makes me sick. Life ain’t like the stories, my dad told me that once. I’m startin’ to see what he’s talkin’ about now. If the bad people are stronger, they can win.” Claire wiped a tear from her eye and fought against the urge to cry.
After Zero heard that, he stopped walking and just let her go. The last person in the world Claire wanted was to see him, and he wouldn’t put that burden on her. Only a couple of years ago, they had the healthiest relationship possible. Now? It’s ruined. It was something else to put on display for the country to see.
Everything I’ve done is for you, Claire… Why don’t you see that? I wrestle so that you can have everything in life that I didn’t. I face the best names in the world, like Chandler Scott, so that I can move up the ranks in my job. I sign to promotions like FGA and HKW so that I can be one of the biggest names in the wrestling business. Quit looking at it through the glasses that your ‘father’ gives you and look at it from the inside-out.
And Zero had a choice, but he didn’t want to choose. Claire or wrestling. An unfair decision. One that he refused to make. What was life with one, but without the other?
Miserable. The way it has been for almost eight months.
Zero chose wrestling. He always chose wrestling.
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“Why do you try to fight momentum, Cindy.
You haven’t been in the ring for how long? Since you stepped in and got your ass handed to you by me… You quit wrestling, hung up your boots, and took an ambassador job in the company instead. Here I thought that I finally taught you a lesson, but I was wrong. Your love for the sport was demoralized, and I wanted to put the final nail in the coffin. I was finally rid of you and didn’t have to look at your stupid face in my company anymore.
But now you’re back…
I guess I should be honored. I should be flattered. I should be humble.
All this time away from the sport, and when you came back, you want to step in the ring with none other than the FGA World Champion… ME!
Although, it wasn’t about whether the FGA World Championship was around my waist or not. Even without this title strapped firmly around me, you approached me before I claimed my name to the fame once again. That’s something I can give you credit for, Cindy. It’s not about who’s on top, you already knew I was there with or without this championship. It wasn’t about proving yourself for another title match.
It wasn’t even about business, because you already proved how much of a failure you really are at trying to be a fair and unbiased ambassador.
It was PERSONAL!
Just when I thought we were starting to take steps in mending our friendship, you had to go and ruin all of that with one simple mistake. Stepping up to me when you should’ve kept your nose in your own fucking business. The moment you stepped between those ropes with me again, that healing went out the window.
Instead of being the friend that I ‘missed’, you became an enemy again within a matter of seconds. All this time I spent towards thinking about coming to you privately and talking out our problems was thrown back into the garbage in a matter of SECONDS! That has to be a new record. It’s a damn shame that you were willing to ruin my intentions of accepting you back into my life over some silly wrestling match that you’re not going to win anyway. FOR A FUCKING RUBBER MATCH!
I hope it’s worth it to you. A chance to try and prove yourself. The chance to try and finally get a win over me to show that you’re the better athlete. A personal grudge that you couldn’t let go of whenever I was done with you and didn’t take a second look back. Now I have to put my feelings to the side and go back to thinking like it’s April all over again.
You want to know the real difference between you and me, Cindy? You might have heart, but I have ambition.
Whenever you took your Meek Mill ‘L’ to me at the Gold Rush Rumble, you packed your bags and went the fuck home. You went back to your inspiration of finally getting away from this sport, being a good mother, and living the life that you’ve missed out on for soooooooo long now. I was happy that you could put this sport being you when there’s already so many of us that can’t.
The difference between you and me is that whenever you took your loss, you left. You turned your back on your fans. You turned your back on FGA. You took a business-like job within the company whenever your thirst for wrestling was starting to come back out in you again. Then dipping your toes into the water made you want to get inside the squared circle all over again. All this wasted time so that you could take a break from the ring, then come right back.
You just won your very first world championship, lost it, and that wasn’t enough to keep you around? No no no. Being away from the cheering, the gloating, the ass kissing, the temptation of fighting to see who’s the better wrestler… that’s what made you want to come back. Not winning or losing the FGA World Championship.
You see, this is just another stroll through the park for me nowadays. I didn’t just PACK MY SHIT UP AND LEAVE FGA whenever I lost my world championship. I dug deeper inside me and found something to pull out and GET IT BACK! While you turned your back on this company, I continued the chase! Then you think you have the balls to slide in the same ring with me at SubVersion 15 and say that you want another match against me?
One that I refused.
One that was beneath me after I seen your heart fade from this sport for four months.
One that should’ve never been granted, but MY OH MY how everyone in this fucking company loves Cindy Parker and they’ll give her anything that she wants! ANYTHING FOR CINDY! It’s like you think if you face off against me that you’re actually going to change who I am. That if you somehow scrap out a win that I might go back to the ‘old Zero’ that you loved. That’s not going to happen. You’re chasing the wrong goal if that’s what your intentions are. I can’t think of any other reason why you’d be so persistent in stepping in the ring with me again.
If you cared so much about me you’d just leave me the fuck alone and let me go on with my life the way I want to live it. I put away the fake smiles and false compliments. I showed everyone that if they didn’t want to be on my good side, they would regret being on my bad side. I tried to be good example for people in my life other than my co-workers. I had a kid on the way that I CARED about he thought of his father. A psycho girlfriend that no matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough for her. A goddaughter who gets hassled and bothered about who her godfather is. She gets shamed for what I do on television, and THAT EATS ME ALIVE!
You want to do something productive for me Cindy, besides thinking that getting a match with me is going to magically change who I become? Like it’s going to pave some sort of path to my future?
You could’ve easily done that by doing nothing at all. Let me concentrate on defending my FGA World Championship. Let me focus on being the best wrestling in FGA. Let me be the FRONTIER of Frontier Grappling Arts. Let me make Chandler Scott my own personal bitch. You’re a distraction from all of that, even if it’s for two week only. You think you’re being helpful when you’re being hurtful.
But some of the things you said hit home, and now I’m going to have to say some things I don’t want to.
You told me the last year of my life has been a lie.
You said I’m a hypocrite.
You claimed that I’m a mess.
If I’m all of that, what are you, Cindy?
You had the chance to step away and be the mother you always wanted to be for Nolan. You claimed that you were done with wrestling only to ease your way back into the swing of things. What kind of role model does this make you, to go back to the ring when you have a boy to finally spend the rest of your life with? You’re like me, Cindy… you can’t step away from this sport because you love it far too much. The day that you just admit it to yourself and quit trying to push yourself away will make everything a lot easier.
You’re mind is so fucking scrambled that it’s hard to predict your next move, but I already know your next move… Losing to the THREE TIME FGA WORLD CHAMPION, Zero McHannon.
Goddamn, that has such a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
For once I have something that I can hold over everyone’s head and I’ve taken the brutal end of blows in my life to accomplish it. Something that YOU don’t have. Something that Cordy doesn’t have. Something that even Chandler Scott doesn’t have. A dream that some of you have been chasing for years and I’ve done it within my shorter time with the company to cement my legacy in this place.
Are you sure you’re not jealous of that, Cindy? Is that the reason you bidded for this match to the management? Fuck trying to prove something to me and who I am. You’re trying to prove that you’re better than me. You told me so yourself. You’re not going to insult me like that and not get your ass whooped when you bite off more than you can chew.
If you couldn’t beat me wrestling on a weekly basis, what sort of chance do you stand when you haven’t scrapped for four to five months? While you were doing your job as a mother, I was doing mine as a wrestler. You won’t be belittled like I was for walking away from the ring to clear your head. No one will say anything to you for coming back and elbowing your way into a match with one of the greatest athletes in this company. Not a peep will be said about how you’re unable to let go of the problems between you and I…
Unless it comes for a man who has the balls to say it, and that man is me.
I guess you’re not so different from me afterall, even if you and everyone else thinks you are. You’ll do whatever it takes to get what you want. You’ll step away and come back whenever you miss it. You’ll ignore your own blood for your own selfish reasons. You’ll lash out and fight for yourself whenever someone has the guts to try and degrade you, and everything you’ve done.
Welcome to my world, Ms Parker.
I guess you’re stronger than me to not let all that pressure and stress get to you.
But are you better than me?
We’ll find out at First Wave, I guess. When I beat your ass for nothing other than bragging rights. You’re no contender for the FGA World Championship anymore. You have absolutely nothing to gain from a match with me other than your pride that I shredded at the Gold Rush Rumble. There’s nothing in this for you like there is for me. You have nothing to gain and nothing to lose. You can just walk away, and I’ll let you... again.
And this time when I beat you?
Don’t come back, or I’ll physically put you out… again.
ZERRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
FUCKS.
GIVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEENNNNNNN.”
