Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 23:25:51 GMT -6
Digging through the papers, my night was spent alone. I needed to do this. It was nice to have her in my life...but I needed to know straight out. I needed to know that she wasn't taking advantage of me. My heart was wanting to be there for him. After losing my parents...all of the hate I have gotten in wrestling...I wanted this to be the one good thing in my life. I knew what I needed to find out...
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April 22, 2015
St. Louis Missouri
I was sitting in my truck, coffee in hand. My eyes were slowly watching people through my sunglasses. I really did want things to go right with this meeting today. This was make or break for me after everything that has happened as of late. I knew that when I called him, it would benefit me more than harm me. I also wanted to know that my attack at Ignite was worth every bit of that sprained elbow I gave Marisol to keep her nose out of my business. I saw him crossing the street and I knew he was coming my way. I took a sip of my coffee, taking a deep sigh as he knocked on the window. I rolled it down.
"The money is right there on the seat."
He picked up the envelope and laid two folders in its place. He then looked inside, smiled and walked off. I knew I had paid him well. He crossed the street and I picked up the top folder. I opened it and was shocked. In it were pictures of Cat and my best friend Miguel...senior. I picked the second folder up and looked inside. Test results.
Cat was indeed the mother...but I was not the father...
My hand met my face in utter horror. I got in a hangman's noose match for no reason. I nearly broke the arm of someone that once called me friend and all was for no reason. I knew then and there that I had officially isolated myself from the world based on the greed and ego of one woman. I even pushed myself away from my own sister, the only real flesh and blood I had left. I already lost my parents...what more did I just lose? I broke down in tears, heading for the airport. I had to just confront her right now. Get this shit over with.
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April 22, 2015
Las Vegas Nevada
I had just landed and there she was. Waiting to greet my private jet. I was not going to be there long. Just long enough, so it was good she met me. I got off the plane, folders in tow. Her look was not pleasant and I didn't care. I slammed the folders in her chest.
"How long were you planning on keeping it a secret little Miguel wasn't mine you bitch?"
Cat looked through the folders, knowing I had her found out. My fists were clenched tight, my frustration and lack of sleep from matches and finding this out was taking its toll on me. I had lost my mother recently as well, so coping was not my best friend right now.
"I'm not waiting much longer for an explanation Catalina. Either give it to me or my ass is back on that plane to Chicago."
"I needed money. Miguel wasn't helping me raise him and he wasn't doing anything at all for him. We broke up and I figure lying would be better than not telling you at all."
I about flipped my lid right there. I started pacing the ground, my brain trying to comprehend this. The only thing my brain could think of, and my fist soon followed, was punching a hole through her side window of her car. She flinched, and i never moved an inch after that. I pulled my hand out of the shattered glass, blood staining it from pieces of glass that were in it. I didn't care.
"You manipulative bitch. I am now in a match that has brutal consequences and for what? I got myself into that hangman noose to protect you and little Miguel. Now I see I am protecting only him."
"What do you mean by that?"
I threw the most evil glare her way and she took two steps backward.
"I mean that I am going to be on my phone with the lawyers to get custody of little Miguel from you and his so-called father. I am going through with this match as well. Call it penance for me acting like such an ass to the people that actually give a damn about me. If anything happens to my son while I am getting custody of him, you will pay for what you do."
She looked at me. A shrill scream then came out of her mouth as I turned to get back on my plane.
"You don't leave Richard Molaroni."
I turned back around, my hand raised in the air. She took a step backward and cowered back. I smirked and soon lowered my hand.
"No, that would be stepping to your low levels. I will be seeing my son shortly. I have a match to wrestle in Chicago. You will be hearing from my lawyers tomorrow morning. Good day Catalina."
"He deserves his mother."
"No, he deserves his father, me. The only one who doesn't use him as a pawn for their manipulative games."
I boarded the plane, picking the glass from my hand. Now I know why I am in this match with Marisol. I know the real reason that she came out publicly and confronted me with this.
She needed to tell me this though in private...I just about ended the career of my best friend for no good reason. Damn, now I am going to go into this match with a dark cloud over my head. Fuck this. Have ot call my lawyers now before this ends.
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You had my best intentions in mind.
I should have listened to you from the start Marisol. I have to remember I am the rookie in this matter. You taught me a lot, my first match was against you. You taught me about living life on the edge. It's why I joined NEW to begin with, what is life without taking risks? However you made one critical error.
You brought my son into this.
Now I am not one to easily be pushed over an edge. Bringing my son into this...you of all people should know that when you blur the line between personal and professional that things get really messy. You have had people drag your dead father through the mud. Hell, my dead parents have been drug through the mud. Yet while you still stand and shell of your yesteryear I stand as a fresh, renewed man. No longer are the days of me being pushed over. No, I fight back and it starts at Ignite 204. I thought my message would be loud and clear at Ignite 203...but you had an ace up your sleeve. Damian...one more ghost from my past. He showed his face and ruined my initial intention.
Break your arm, stop this match.
Now, it looks like we go through with this Marisol. One of us will be hung from the rafters. Whether I lost your respect or not, you know how far I will go to prove I am the best. I will scratch, claw, bleed and sacrifice my life in order to make my name known. I have no limits. Neither do you, and I know this first hand. I do have one question.
How much of your career are you willing to have shaved off in order to prove something to me?
This is your debut in NEW. It will also be your last match. When I wrap the rope around your neck and watch you get hung, I will know that my name will etched in stone. Everyone in NEW will know that I am not a push over rookie. They will all soon know that i will give my all in that ring. You may be the veteran, but you are not the one to tell me how to live. You must know Marisol that when personal lines and professional lines get blurred, the results will be very messy.
Just know this Marisol. Know that your blood will be on my hands and know that when you hang from the rafters, it was the dragon that did it. I will not be proud of this, but it must be done...for you crossing a line and bringing my son into things. You have no family left and soon, there will be nothing left of you.
Then I will go on to etch my name in NEW history books.
Count on that.
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April 22, 2015
St. Louis Missouri
I was sitting in my truck, coffee in hand. My eyes were slowly watching people through my sunglasses. I really did want things to go right with this meeting today. This was make or break for me after everything that has happened as of late. I knew that when I called him, it would benefit me more than harm me. I also wanted to know that my attack at Ignite was worth every bit of that sprained elbow I gave Marisol to keep her nose out of my business. I saw him crossing the street and I knew he was coming my way. I took a sip of my coffee, taking a deep sigh as he knocked on the window. I rolled it down.
"The money is right there on the seat."
He picked up the envelope and laid two folders in its place. He then looked inside, smiled and walked off. I knew I had paid him well. He crossed the street and I picked up the top folder. I opened it and was shocked. In it were pictures of Cat and my best friend Miguel...senior. I picked the second folder up and looked inside. Test results.
Cat was indeed the mother...but I was not the father...
My hand met my face in utter horror. I got in a hangman's noose match for no reason. I nearly broke the arm of someone that once called me friend and all was for no reason. I knew then and there that I had officially isolated myself from the world based on the greed and ego of one woman. I even pushed myself away from my own sister, the only real flesh and blood I had left. I already lost my parents...what more did I just lose? I broke down in tears, heading for the airport. I had to just confront her right now. Get this shit over with.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
April 22, 2015
Las Vegas Nevada
I had just landed and there she was. Waiting to greet my private jet. I was not going to be there long. Just long enough, so it was good she met me. I got off the plane, folders in tow. Her look was not pleasant and I didn't care. I slammed the folders in her chest.
"How long were you planning on keeping it a secret little Miguel wasn't mine you bitch?"
Cat looked through the folders, knowing I had her found out. My fists were clenched tight, my frustration and lack of sleep from matches and finding this out was taking its toll on me. I had lost my mother recently as well, so coping was not my best friend right now.
"I'm not waiting much longer for an explanation Catalina. Either give it to me or my ass is back on that plane to Chicago."
"I needed money. Miguel wasn't helping me raise him and he wasn't doing anything at all for him. We broke up and I figure lying would be better than not telling you at all."
I about flipped my lid right there. I started pacing the ground, my brain trying to comprehend this. The only thing my brain could think of, and my fist soon followed, was punching a hole through her side window of her car. She flinched, and i never moved an inch after that. I pulled my hand out of the shattered glass, blood staining it from pieces of glass that were in it. I didn't care.
"You manipulative bitch. I am now in a match that has brutal consequences and for what? I got myself into that hangman noose to protect you and little Miguel. Now I see I am protecting only him."
"What do you mean by that?"
I threw the most evil glare her way and she took two steps backward.
"I mean that I am going to be on my phone with the lawyers to get custody of little Miguel from you and his so-called father. I am going through with this match as well. Call it penance for me acting like such an ass to the people that actually give a damn about me. If anything happens to my son while I am getting custody of him, you will pay for what you do."
She looked at me. A shrill scream then came out of her mouth as I turned to get back on my plane.
"You don't leave Richard Molaroni."
I turned back around, my hand raised in the air. She took a step backward and cowered back. I smirked and soon lowered my hand.
"No, that would be stepping to your low levels. I will be seeing my son shortly. I have a match to wrestle in Chicago. You will be hearing from my lawyers tomorrow morning. Good day Catalina."
"He deserves his mother."
"No, he deserves his father, me. The only one who doesn't use him as a pawn for their manipulative games."
I boarded the plane, picking the glass from my hand. Now I know why I am in this match with Marisol. I know the real reason that she came out publicly and confronted me with this.
She needed to tell me this though in private...I just about ended the career of my best friend for no good reason. Damn, now I am going to go into this match with a dark cloud over my head. Fuck this. Have ot call my lawyers now before this ends.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
You had my best intentions in mind.
I should have listened to you from the start Marisol. I have to remember I am the rookie in this matter. You taught me a lot, my first match was against you. You taught me about living life on the edge. It's why I joined NEW to begin with, what is life without taking risks? However you made one critical error.
You brought my son into this.
Now I am not one to easily be pushed over an edge. Bringing my son into this...you of all people should know that when you blur the line between personal and professional that things get really messy. You have had people drag your dead father through the mud. Hell, my dead parents have been drug through the mud. Yet while you still stand and shell of your yesteryear I stand as a fresh, renewed man. No longer are the days of me being pushed over. No, I fight back and it starts at Ignite 204. I thought my message would be loud and clear at Ignite 203...but you had an ace up your sleeve. Damian...one more ghost from my past. He showed his face and ruined my initial intention.
Break your arm, stop this match.
Now, it looks like we go through with this Marisol. One of us will be hung from the rafters. Whether I lost your respect or not, you know how far I will go to prove I am the best. I will scratch, claw, bleed and sacrifice my life in order to make my name known. I have no limits. Neither do you, and I know this first hand. I do have one question.
How much of your career are you willing to have shaved off in order to prove something to me?
This is your debut in NEW. It will also be your last match. When I wrap the rope around your neck and watch you get hung, I will know that my name will etched in stone. Everyone in NEW will know that I am not a push over rookie. They will all soon know that i will give my all in that ring. You may be the veteran, but you are not the one to tell me how to live. You must know Marisol that when personal lines and professional lines get blurred, the results will be very messy.
Just know this Marisol. Know that your blood will be on my hands and know that when you hang from the rafters, it was the dragon that did it. I will not be proud of this, but it must be done...for you crossing a line and bringing my son into things. You have no family left and soon, there will be nothing left of you.
Then I will go on to etch my name in NEW history books.
Count on that.