Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 18:17:50 GMT -6
I had my head down and my ear buds in as I was walking towards the NEW training facility. There had been so much noise and so many reporters since Kamikaze that I haven't even had a chance to breath. I had not talked to my father or anyone of his puppets he called an administration and honestly had no interest in doing so. Pops would no doubt be pissed and he would have no choice in his mind but to stand tall and huff and puff with his supposed power and threaten me with everything from firing me to beating my ass, neither would shock or surprise me, its kind of his thing.
No matter what he wanted to say or do to me, I had bigger things to worry about, I had finally got the chance to officially debut in the ring and what a damn match that was. The crowd....the atmosphere....the heart pumping action.....I wasn't able to get the win and walk out the champion but damn it if it wasn't the night of my life and it was only about to get bigger and better. My first official match on Ignite would be a match for the chance to get into the biggest match on the NEW calendar....TERROR DOME!
I would have to go through Ricky Cassels to be able to pull it off and lord help me in trying to do so. Ricky was an absolute warrior in that ring and yet another guy that my pops couldn't stand. Ricky and I would have a hell of a match and hopefully my father and his henchmen would stay the hell out of it and let us tear the house down with a real match. That's very unlikely knowing him and his little friends but one can hope cant I? Regardless of what they were going to do, I had to make sure I was ready for Ricky and that's why I needed some training today.
Pugh: What the fuck do you think you are doing? There is no chance in hell you are getting in this building.
I continued to walk with my head down and my hood up and didn't even see him standing in front of the door. I walked right into him with my head slamming into his large chest. I stopped and looked up and saw the look on his face, great now I have to deal with this shit. I threw my hood back and took my ear buds out and took a deep breath.
RJ: What do you want dad?
Pugh: I want to know what the fuck you think your doing?
RJ: I am going to train.....you should try it some time...now if you would excuse me
I started to move forward but his large hand was slammed into my chest and I was pushed back in front of him.
RJ: Are we really going to do this right here and right now pops?
Pugh: As a matter of fact I think we are, so you wanna explain yourself?
RJ: Not really
Pugh: Let me rephrase that, EXPLAIN YOURSELF BOY!
RJ: Or what? Truth is pops, your not mad I have been wrestling, your not mad I was in the match you made famous just a few nights ago, your mad because I did it without you.
Pugh: What the fuck does that mean?
RJ: The real reason you told me over and over again that I shouldn't be in this business and that I should just wait and wait and wait is because you wanted to make sure that when mom finally made you allow me to get into this business that it was in a way that you could take all the credit for. You don't give a damn about me or what I do, its all about making you look good at all times. Not only can you not take credit for how I got into NEW but you now look like a fool because you were paying your own son to wrestle for the company that you are in charge of and you didn't even know it. So why don't you cut the shit and just move on pops.
Pugh: Why don't you watch your fucking mouth boy, I am still your father no matter if you like it or not and you will show me the respect I deserve.
RJ: Funny part is you didn't even try to deny any of it, why don't you just go hang out with your little buddy and boss him around and just leave me be.
Pugh: What the hell does Inkt have to do with this?
RJ: The fact that you cant see it is the biggest issue of all pops, hell even mom could see it and she stayed drunk off her ass all day. I have a match to get ready for and unlike you, I don't want everything handed to me on a silver platter, I would rather go out there and earn what I get.
Pugh: You are about to earn a damn beat down
RJ: Shocker, you cant handle it, threaten violence or throw money at it, that's you in a nut shell. Nice to see you haven't changed at all.
Pugh: When the hell did all this happen? We used to be friends, we used to be close, how the hell did we get to this place where you apparently hate me so much?
RJ: We have never been friends pops and you were always gone too much for us to be "close" and the fact that in your sick and twisted head you think we were is a different problem all on its on. If it wasn't Inkt it was Johnny or it was Jesse or it was whoever else that was more important then me or Puddin. You made your choice pops, now deal with it and get out of my face. If you want to fire me...go ahead....if you want to beat me up and be just like your dad was...go for broke sir...but do whatever the hell you are going to do and do it now so I can get on with my day.
I took a deep breath and my father seemed hurt and confused. He took a step out of my way and I just rolled my eyes.
RJ: Thought so...fucking coward
I brushed past him and into the building, this was not over by a long shot but for now it was going to have to be put on hold. I had a match to get ready for and one hell of an opponent that would be waiting for me when I stepped in that ring. My daddy issues would only serve as a distraction in the ring and that is never a good thing. One thing my dad actually did teach me about this business is if you don't go in the ring with a clear head then you are as good as done. This week would be a test not only physically but mentally. I plan to be ready for the test, no matter what my father throws at me. I will be better then he ever was in that ring and I am going to do it with style and grace. My road to glory starts this week and all gloves are off........out into the open and out of the shadows......no more games.