Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 9:45:59 GMT -6
Full circle. Here I am again almost one year later. It was the same damn game but the faces were different. Last year the world of professional wrestling was rocked and shocked when Ryan Omega, a man established as a three time NWA World Heavyweight Champion decided to leave his safer waters for the turbulent ocean that is New Edge Wrestling. Oceans are now no stranger to me and I know how to deal with them, and not only deal but also thrive. It was that time again for the Terrordome tournament.
Last year when I made my debut I knocked off one of my oldest, dearest friends in Elizabeth Devereaux. It was eat or be eaten and I was hungrier than her and in the second round I was hungrier than the Golden Boy himself, Roger Wright. If history repeats itself, I will pass through Orlando Ocean at the same rate I passed through the X-Core Champion, Renegade. At the same rate I tossed Roger to the side. At the same right I put my old friend Liz out of her misery. Terrordome is nigh, and it’s the only thing I can think about.
The screams. The bloodshed. My separated shoulder. The flesh I tore from Triple X’s arms with my cat o’nine tails. He’ll never lose those scars, and he always remember me. Al Envy’s eye. All of it could have been different if I hit that spear on X. Al may still have his eye and I may have had the NEW World Heavyweight Championship. Alas, it is all in the past now, the future will be different. Whether it is Colt or Valora or somebody else. The NEW World Heavyweight Champion will not see the Ice Viper slithering their way. I will go on to the Terrordome regardless of what plans Orlando Ocean makes with his mystics.
The car ride into Cincinnati was quiet. Larry was up in the passenger seat next to me. Rayne convinced me to let her come along, with that we had Rodney with us. At first I thought it was a bad idea, not that I didn’t want her around. More so to the idea that a pregnant woman should travel, all the unnecessary stress. We talked it over with the maternal-fetal doctor and she said she didn’t believe Rayne to be at any risk to travel. So I reluctantly agreed. Larry and Rayne didn’t get along to much, because Larry was always big into the numbers of my career and all of that didn’t mean jack shit to my wife. She married Ryan Schilling for Ryan Schilling, not Ryan Omega.
I knew we were arriving in Cincinnati when about forty minutes past Dayton, all we were starting to see where neighborhoods looking like Detroit’s east side lining I-75. Tudor styled houses with broken windows, botched roof jobs, and significant structural damage were abound. Many people would be disturbed by this, but living in a city on the verge of bankruptcy, myself. It was just another day. If only this traffic didn’t always come to a deadlock on the way in.
“How much longer, Daddy?” Rodney let out with the slightest whine. “I have to go to the bathrooooom.......”
I looked at him in his booster seat through my rearview mirror, with a slight frown.
“I don’t know, little buddy.”
“But I really have to peeeeeeeee...”
With a swift motion, the bridge of my nose gets pinched between my thumb and forefinger. There was no moving we’ve been in the same spot for thirty five minutes. It was time to improvise.
“Larry, Chinese Fire Drill.”
He glances at me with a look of confusion and disapproval.
“Ry, what are you?”
“Take the driver’s seat for a bit. I’m taking Rodney to those bushes over there.”
No he looked like he was gonna flip his lid. However the truth was he wasn’t gonna fight it.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m about as serious as a four year old’s filled up bladder. Take the wheel.”
Larry shrugs as he and myself both undo our safety belts and exit the Suzuki. He jogs around to the driver seat, and I undo Rodney from his booster and carry him off to the side of the road, putting him on his feet and leading him to a large bush a few yards in the distance. I take him to the far side out of the view of the other commuters on the road.
“Alright, Rodney. I want you to pee on the bush.”
The preschooler was in bewilderment. It went against everything he was taught.
“But you and mommy said I can only pee in the potty...”
Even though there was no rush as I can see the cars have not moved an inch, it was still the worst timing for Rodney to become moral and follow what he’s been taught.
“Rodney, you can do it.”
“No, daddy, this isn’t a bathroom. You and mommy told me to only pee in the potty."
How the hell do I get him to do this? Is this a puzzle for me to solve much like the Orlando Ocean conundrum? There is nothing more frustrating then thinking about an opponent. I know very little about. Well except for the fact that he had a knack for trash talking my wife when they were in ACW. She had head trauma. What did he want from her? I will get my vengeance for Rayne on Sunday.
“Rodney, how about this? Remember how we told you to keep aiming for the Cheerio?”
The little boy nods and I pull a travel sized box of Cheerios from my fanny pack. So what? Dads can always use the extra storage space. I open the box and toss a Cheerio down under the bush in a spot where he could see it.
“Do it Rodney, aim for the Cheerio.”
He thinks about it for a second, before dropping trouser and letting loose on the unsuspecting plant. I look back to the car and give Rayne and Larry a thumbs up. The car only feet ahead of where it previously was. Maybe how I turned this around is how I can turn my lack of knowledge of Orlando Ocean around. There are resources at my my disposal. It’s just a matter of learning how to use them at the correct times and in the correct manners.
“Daddy, I need to wash my hands!”
“Daddy doesn’t have water, but he’s got this.”
The squirt bottle of hand sanitizer was pulled out of my pouch, and I squeezed the right amount into his tiny hands. He started to rub them together almost as religiously as he does back home. He pulls his pants back up and I scoop him up and we’re back off to the car. It was almost a miracle because, as soon as I put him in his seat and took the wheel back from Larry... The deadlock ceased and we were moving again. The 9th Street exit came up pretty quick. The best part is that the exit was only a few blocks from the Garfield Suites where we’d be staying at.
“So, Ryan. You really haven’t said much about this round. What are you gonna do about Ocean?” Larry asked, with a mild hint of disinterest. He knew it was a futile question. We all knew the answer. Do my best to make sure I’m the one that advances on to Kamikaze and then Justice after that.
“Larry, the big man outstands me and outweighs me. He’s a damn mystery to himself.”
My dry demeanor causes Larry to elaborate more. It was information, I needed damn it. The best way to understand how your opponent battles in the ring, is to understand him outside of the ring.
“The fact is Ry, he’s brilliant. He went to Ann Arbor. He earned a bachelor’s degree in chemistry. I couldn’t tell you what his hopes, dreams, and aspirations are; for he himself can’t even remember. However I can tell you that, he is a scientist. He works with trial and error, the goddamn man is gonna rip you apart one way or another. Whether he gets it all right the first time, or whether he gets it wrong and tweaks his methods. Orlando Ocean will observe what will work on you and what doesn’t. Don’t become predictable, Ryan. Don’t let him know when and where you’re injured. If he can find that chink in your armor, he’s got ya like a frickin schmuck.”
I nod as I pull the car into the valet lane of the Garfield Suites. I scooped up Rodney and our bags so Rayne didn’t have to carry anything it was only a week and a half until her c-section. The check in was pretty quick and we made our way to are room on the north end of the building on tenth floor. It was pretty decent. Nowhere as nice as the pictures on Google made it look, but it wasn’t horrible. A quick scan showed us no trace of bed bugs. So we at least knew they attempted to keep it clean. Rayne opened up the blinds to let some light in and then I saw it.
“Are you kidding me? Damn, I can’t ever escape it. It’s like they always follow me. Their shadow is perpetually over me.”
Outside the window, the tallest building was the Kroger corporate headquarters. The same company I used to cut meat for in Michigan. No matter where I go, the kWo will always be watching. Some of the guys on the roster know exactly what I’m talking about.
“Larry, can you take Rodney for a walk? I need to talk with Ryan for a moment. Alone.”
The room filled with an uneasy feeling. Larry didn’t say a word and simply nodded. He held his hand out to Rodney and they left. Rayne sat on the bed and kicked her shoes off.
“What now, Ryan? What is it that you want most for you birthday?”
This Ignite marks my 26th birthday. However I’m at that point were I’m deciding to be forever 25. It was time to give Rayne the answer that would break her heart the most.
“My shot at Terrordome.”
She curled up and her voice got lower and softer.
“What about Rodney, me, the baby? Where does that leave us? We both know what Terrordome can do to a person. I’ll be damned if this baby grows up without a father because of an accident in Jesse Styles’ little fun house of horrors. Ryan, I would like it if you reconsider. There are other ways for you to get on the path to the World Heavyweight Championship. The fastest ways aren’t always the best.”
She’s right it is a gamble. It could be very easy to say if it make it in Terrordome, I’d be gambling my career to the house dealer. They make the odds, not me. But aren’t risks worth taking? Isn’t that what this profession is all about?
“Babe, listen to me. I’m the best techni...”
“I don’t need to hear that line of crap, Ryan. I’m your wife, not your tag partner, stable mate, or opponent. That may be the prepared response you give to them. I’ve been out of the business for a while now. So it’s all a bunch of hoopla to me, right now. Ryan. I want it to be okay. I’m scared. I’m still having anxiety. The thought of you going into this Terrordome match? It isn’t helping. Not one bit.”
Time froze for Rayne and myself right there. I couldn’t even figure out what I should have been doing at that very moment. It was very upsetting to not be able to come up with what I could do to ease Rayne’s worries. I was on the path to Kamikaze. However, with the baby coming she really needed me the most. The only thing that came to mind were words from the late Paul Bearer.
“Long story short, In my opinion, it doesn't matter if you are a good guy or a bad guy in wrestling, it is what you have done outside of it that matters most."
Without trying, I was who I was in the ring, a natural good guy. But for the past few months. My relationship with Rayne made me wonder. Am I really a good guy?
Last year when I made my debut I knocked off one of my oldest, dearest friends in Elizabeth Devereaux. It was eat or be eaten and I was hungrier than her and in the second round I was hungrier than the Golden Boy himself, Roger Wright. If history repeats itself, I will pass through Orlando Ocean at the same rate I passed through the X-Core Champion, Renegade. At the same rate I tossed Roger to the side. At the same right I put my old friend Liz out of her misery. Terrordome is nigh, and it’s the only thing I can think about.
The screams. The bloodshed. My separated shoulder. The flesh I tore from Triple X’s arms with my cat o’nine tails. He’ll never lose those scars, and he always remember me. Al Envy’s eye. All of it could have been different if I hit that spear on X. Al may still have his eye and I may have had the NEW World Heavyweight Championship. Alas, it is all in the past now, the future will be different. Whether it is Colt or Valora or somebody else. The NEW World Heavyweight Champion will not see the Ice Viper slithering their way. I will go on to the Terrordome regardless of what plans Orlando Ocean makes with his mystics.
The car ride into Cincinnati was quiet. Larry was up in the passenger seat next to me. Rayne convinced me to let her come along, with that we had Rodney with us. At first I thought it was a bad idea, not that I didn’t want her around. More so to the idea that a pregnant woman should travel, all the unnecessary stress. We talked it over with the maternal-fetal doctor and she said she didn’t believe Rayne to be at any risk to travel. So I reluctantly agreed. Larry and Rayne didn’t get along to much, because Larry was always big into the numbers of my career and all of that didn’t mean jack shit to my wife. She married Ryan Schilling for Ryan Schilling, not Ryan Omega.
I knew we were arriving in Cincinnati when about forty minutes past Dayton, all we were starting to see where neighborhoods looking like Detroit’s east side lining I-75. Tudor styled houses with broken windows, botched roof jobs, and significant structural damage were abound. Many people would be disturbed by this, but living in a city on the verge of bankruptcy, myself. It was just another day. If only this traffic didn’t always come to a deadlock on the way in.
“How much longer, Daddy?” Rodney let out with the slightest whine. “I have to go to the bathrooooom.......”
I looked at him in his booster seat through my rearview mirror, with a slight frown.
“I don’t know, little buddy.”
“But I really have to peeeeeeeee...”
With a swift motion, the bridge of my nose gets pinched between my thumb and forefinger. There was no moving we’ve been in the same spot for thirty five minutes. It was time to improvise.
“Larry, Chinese Fire Drill.”
He glances at me with a look of confusion and disapproval.
“Ry, what are you?”
“Take the driver’s seat for a bit. I’m taking Rodney to those bushes over there.”
No he looked like he was gonna flip his lid. However the truth was he wasn’t gonna fight it.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m about as serious as a four year old’s filled up bladder. Take the wheel.”
Larry shrugs as he and myself both undo our safety belts and exit the Suzuki. He jogs around to the driver seat, and I undo Rodney from his booster and carry him off to the side of the road, putting him on his feet and leading him to a large bush a few yards in the distance. I take him to the far side out of the view of the other commuters on the road.
“Alright, Rodney. I want you to pee on the bush.”
The preschooler was in bewilderment. It went against everything he was taught.
“But you and mommy said I can only pee in the potty...”
Even though there was no rush as I can see the cars have not moved an inch, it was still the worst timing for Rodney to become moral and follow what he’s been taught.
“Rodney, you can do it.”
“No, daddy, this isn’t a bathroom. You and mommy told me to only pee in the potty."
How the hell do I get him to do this? Is this a puzzle for me to solve much like the Orlando Ocean conundrum? There is nothing more frustrating then thinking about an opponent. I know very little about. Well except for the fact that he had a knack for trash talking my wife when they were in ACW. She had head trauma. What did he want from her? I will get my vengeance for Rayne on Sunday.
“Rodney, how about this? Remember how we told you to keep aiming for the Cheerio?”
The little boy nods and I pull a travel sized box of Cheerios from my fanny pack. So what? Dads can always use the extra storage space. I open the box and toss a Cheerio down under the bush in a spot where he could see it.
“Do it Rodney, aim for the Cheerio.”
He thinks about it for a second, before dropping trouser and letting loose on the unsuspecting plant. I look back to the car and give Rayne and Larry a thumbs up. The car only feet ahead of where it previously was. Maybe how I turned this around is how I can turn my lack of knowledge of Orlando Ocean around. There are resources at my my disposal. It’s just a matter of learning how to use them at the correct times and in the correct manners.
“Daddy, I need to wash my hands!”
“Daddy doesn’t have water, but he’s got this.”
The squirt bottle of hand sanitizer was pulled out of my pouch, and I squeezed the right amount into his tiny hands. He started to rub them together almost as religiously as he does back home. He pulls his pants back up and I scoop him up and we’re back off to the car. It was almost a miracle because, as soon as I put him in his seat and took the wheel back from Larry... The deadlock ceased and we were moving again. The 9th Street exit came up pretty quick. The best part is that the exit was only a few blocks from the Garfield Suites where we’d be staying at.
“So, Ryan. You really haven’t said much about this round. What are you gonna do about Ocean?” Larry asked, with a mild hint of disinterest. He knew it was a futile question. We all knew the answer. Do my best to make sure I’m the one that advances on to Kamikaze and then Justice after that.
“Larry, the big man outstands me and outweighs me. He’s a damn mystery to himself.”
My dry demeanor causes Larry to elaborate more. It was information, I needed damn it. The best way to understand how your opponent battles in the ring, is to understand him outside of the ring.
“The fact is Ry, he’s brilliant. He went to Ann Arbor. He earned a bachelor’s degree in chemistry. I couldn’t tell you what his hopes, dreams, and aspirations are; for he himself can’t even remember. However I can tell you that, he is a scientist. He works with trial and error, the goddamn man is gonna rip you apart one way or another. Whether he gets it all right the first time, or whether he gets it wrong and tweaks his methods. Orlando Ocean will observe what will work on you and what doesn’t. Don’t become predictable, Ryan. Don’t let him know when and where you’re injured. If he can find that chink in your armor, he’s got ya like a frickin schmuck.”
I nod as I pull the car into the valet lane of the Garfield Suites. I scooped up Rodney and our bags so Rayne didn’t have to carry anything it was only a week and a half until her c-section. The check in was pretty quick and we made our way to are room on the north end of the building on tenth floor. It was pretty decent. Nowhere as nice as the pictures on Google made it look, but it wasn’t horrible. A quick scan showed us no trace of bed bugs. So we at least knew they attempted to keep it clean. Rayne opened up the blinds to let some light in and then I saw it.
“Are you kidding me? Damn, I can’t ever escape it. It’s like they always follow me. Their shadow is perpetually over me.”
Outside the window, the tallest building was the Kroger corporate headquarters. The same company I used to cut meat for in Michigan. No matter where I go, the kWo will always be watching. Some of the guys on the roster know exactly what I’m talking about.
“Larry, can you take Rodney for a walk? I need to talk with Ryan for a moment. Alone.”
The room filled with an uneasy feeling. Larry didn’t say a word and simply nodded. He held his hand out to Rodney and they left. Rayne sat on the bed and kicked her shoes off.
“What now, Ryan? What is it that you want most for you birthday?”
This Ignite marks my 26th birthday. However I’m at that point were I’m deciding to be forever 25. It was time to give Rayne the answer that would break her heart the most.
“My shot at Terrordome.”
She curled up and her voice got lower and softer.
“What about Rodney, me, the baby? Where does that leave us? We both know what Terrordome can do to a person. I’ll be damned if this baby grows up without a father because of an accident in Jesse Styles’ little fun house of horrors. Ryan, I would like it if you reconsider. There are other ways for you to get on the path to the World Heavyweight Championship. The fastest ways aren’t always the best.”
She’s right it is a gamble. It could be very easy to say if it make it in Terrordome, I’d be gambling my career to the house dealer. They make the odds, not me. But aren’t risks worth taking? Isn’t that what this profession is all about?
“Babe, listen to me. I’m the best techni...”
“I don’t need to hear that line of crap, Ryan. I’m your wife, not your tag partner, stable mate, or opponent. That may be the prepared response you give to them. I’ve been out of the business for a while now. So it’s all a bunch of hoopla to me, right now. Ryan. I want it to be okay. I’m scared. I’m still having anxiety. The thought of you going into this Terrordome match? It isn’t helping. Not one bit.”
Time froze for Rayne and myself right there. I couldn’t even figure out what I should have been doing at that very moment. It was very upsetting to not be able to come up with what I could do to ease Rayne’s worries. I was on the path to Kamikaze. However, with the baby coming she really needed me the most. The only thing that came to mind were words from the late Paul Bearer.
“Long story short, In my opinion, it doesn't matter if you are a good guy or a bad guy in wrestling, it is what you have done outside of it that matters most."
Without trying, I was who I was in the ring, a natural good guy. But for the past few months. My relationship with Rayne made me wonder. Am I really a good guy?