Post by whysoserious on Jan 26, 2010 19:55:24 GMT -5
You know I should be on a plane right now but I find myself sitting on a couch at home. I look at my lap and see a three year old girl on it, laughing her head off. Another day of watching Monster's Inc. Eighth day in the row now. If they didn't love the movie so much, I'd snap the DVD in half but I'd rather not hear four voices screaming all at the same time. Five girls around me and the combined age doesn't even reach ten. Oh well, I still love 'em.
I can't help myself from chuckling while watching this. Damn Pixar and their fun movies. Lilly is coughing she's laughing so hard right now. I smile looking over at her. This can't be good for her asthma. Luckly I always keep her inhaler near by. Lacey knows well enough she needs to move as I help Lilly take her medicine. She gives me a thank you hug and kiss. Right after she goes back to laughing. I love my daughters and I love spending time with them.
Its a small shame that Kaylee is still too young to really know what's going on today. And Morgan, well, Morgan is with her two moms this weekend which is fine. I miss my little Asian princess being here but it happens. I should really learn to use a condom. Maybe I'll try those new Trojan ones where nothing is supposed to feel like its there. Why am I thinking about this right now? I should focus on the movie with my daughters.
Lilly: Daddy, we're hungry.
Lacey: Yeah!
Dammit, they know I gotta leave right after the movie to pick up their brother.
"I know and I am too. I'll bring something home when I get Chris today. Mommy is too tired to cook for us tonight."
Lilly: Why mommy is tired?
"Because she is carrying another little sister for you guys to play with. I've told you this before. If mommy wears out too much, she'll feel even worse. When you get to be in your twenties and start to have babies of your own, you'll understand why she's the way she is right now."
I see the heads bob up and down, nodding at me but I don't think they quite grasp the concept of what I'm talking about. Nothing to really worry about though, it'll come to them in due time I think. Finally the movie finishes as the two lesbians that live with us are here. Yep, two lesbos and I've managed to bang both of them. I rule, kinda. I give a kiss to all my baby girls, Morgan included. I grab my coat, car keys and head to the garage. So many choices but I feel like the new Jeep today. Figured we needed something with four wheel drive for winter.
I go through my checklist before I start the jeep. Seat belt is on, mirrors are right now its time to make sure I have music on before I open the garage. Being alone for a few minutes gives me time to think about life and how I love it so much right now. Getting to Chris' school is pretty easy. Been there enough times already to watch him play ball this winter. A smile creeps onto my face now that one of my favorite songs begins to play and play loudly as I drive.
"Inhuman creation station that's where we control your minds..."
If my brother did one thing, he got me onto CKY. A few more songs go by as I finally get to the school. Other parents are heading inside to get their kids for whatever after school activity that they happen to do. Some do wrestling, some sing, mine plays basketball much like I loved to at his age. I walk into the gym to catch a few minutes of their practice, nodding at some of the fathers that watch the whole practice every day. You know, the guys with no real life that have to live their sports dreams through a damn twelve year old.
Thankfully I don't suffer from that. I hardly utter a word towards the fanatical fathers who are yelling at their kids for taking a wrong step during the set play drill. How does this make basketball enjoyable? Let them go and play. Harp at them while they're trying to get a scholarship. Though a smile comes cross my face again when I see my son drive past a six three eleven year old for a layup. Oh crap, here comes a father yelling his ear off.
Jackass Father: JESUS H. CHRIST! Play better defense ya lousy kid.
I try to bite my tongue at this jerk but after hearing these guys yell at these kids every single practice and game, I'm just feeling like something needs to be said. Chris looks over at me, his eyes begging me not to do it. I inhale and nod at him, letting him know I won't be as bad as these guys are. Whistle blows and there's the end of their practice. Only a few minutes now before I can get the hell out of here, away from these assholes.
I'm all for playing seriously but come on. One of them happens to notice me standing in the doorway. Here comes another conversation I'd rather not have...
Basketball Dad: So which kid you waitin' on?
"Chris Kane."
The section takes a moment or two to process the information I just told them. Morons.
Basketball Dad: Congrats, you got the best player on the team. Boy is a fine player. You play any ball yourself?
Do I lie and say no or do I tell the truth and said I was one of the best players in the city of New York when I was in high school? I'll tell the truth.
"Yeah, I was all city back in the day when I was in high school in Brooklyn, New York. Never went any further though."
Basketball Dad: Why not?
Here comes Chris, dressed to go home. I look back at them briefly.
"His mom was pregnant with him."
They nod, knowing why I didn't go on with my basketball career. Chris grins as I give him a hug. Probably not the greatest idea in front of his friends.
Chris: Dad, not in front of the guys!
"Sorry."
We head out the door and towards the jeep. He sits up front with me, buckling himself up too. First thing he always does is switch CDs to something he likes to listen to. Thankfully living with his real mom for a few years in Iowa didn't steer him into the whole country scene. Heh, first song on his CD is by that Hannah Montana whatever. I know he doesn't enjoy the music as much as he enjoys looking at her. Time to give him grief.
"Seriously?"
Chris: How is this any different from when you bought that Cosmo that you claimed was for Megan just because Kim Kardashian was on the cover?
He's got me.
"Fine, fine. How was school?"
Chris: Pretty good. Crappy lunch today but what else is new. Though I did get my math test back. Aced it.
Little asshole, so much smarter then I was.
"Great. So we aren't going home right away. Need to pick up dinner for the rest first. What sounds good?"
Chris: How about we get some Greek.
"You know the girls don't eat that stuff yet. Need to keep it simple."
He nods. We sit there thinking for a moment or two. Pizza is on both of our minds but it pisses the wife off when we have it too much.
"What if we got Chinese. The kids like it and you like it."
Chris: What about Megzilla?
I shoot a glare over at him as we get to the Chinese joint.
"Chris, treat her with some respect please. I don't expect you to call her mom or anything but just be nice. She likes you. I love her. So please, for me, be nice to her."
Chris: Alright. For you dad, I'll be nice to her. I mean I like her too but she's so moody.
"She's pregnant kid. Pregnant women are extremely moody. But she's not as bad as someone else I used to be married to..."
And we share a laugh over that one. Time to get dinner and head home before "Megzilla" kills us.
-----
"Finally, finally we're on the final march towards the grand pay per view event known as Ten. Ten years since this company has been open in some manner. Ten years of various people putting up with Seth Lerch in one way or another. I've dealt with him for nearly six years now. Since I really got my start in the business.
Thanks to him people can recognize me on the streets if they know wrestling. Thanks to Seth Lerch, I've almost always had a place to wrestle in when I'm healthy and WCF is open and for that, I'll always be grateful to that man.
However, Ten isn't all about giving thanks to Seth Lerch and the various names that have rode through here that have wrestled, commentated or whatever they might've done. Ten is a night for what we do best, wrestle. Thanks to my boss and his new found hatred for Torture, I've found myself back in the WCF main event sooner then I thought possible.
See I could've easily put myself in this main event but I refrained from doing so. Instead I tried to give the chance to other wrestlers who want a shot at that belt, who want the chance to main event such a huge and momentous show like Ten. The man who actually won that Battle Royal I created I'll get to in due time.
See there are two men in this match who I had to go through damn near four years ago to win that WCF World Title myself. Logan and Creeping Death. Four years ago at Till Death Do Us Part I unified the KWA, XCW and WCF Titles into one. That night I was at the top of the mountain that this company had to offer and then, it slid out from underneath me.
But I finally have another chance to scale this mountain and I find it a little fitting that the two men I got past my first time holding that title happen to be in this match. Plus its not a huge secret that they're a couple of the longest tenured wrestlers in this promotion. Seems both of them have been here for eons and then some. So from a standpoint I could see where having them in this match would make sense.
Almost like the legends of this company get their due in the main event again. We all know that Logan and Creeping Death have held that title numerous times between the two of them. Probably more so then any other wrestlers in this company's history. However when you look at Creeping Death's first two reigns, both were what, about a week in length?
Hardly impressive isn't it Creeps? Though I do applaud your ability to hold the WCF World Title for months while the company was on yet another hiatus, very impressive as was winning a tournament with other old talents in the WCF Classic. I mean how else can you claim to be one of the best when your reigns have been less then impressive, your track record of showing up is hit or miss.
Then again, the same will be said for myself. No matter though Creeps, when you care, you are quite possibly the most dangerous competitor this company has seen. The way you've tried to blend fifty different wrestling styles is quite a sight to behold. From jumping off ladders to putting someone in a sloppy sharpshooter, really good there chief.
But hey, at least you'll always be better then Logan. Hell my three year old is a better wrestler then he is. See, there is a reason why everyone hates Logan. He's an ass, tries to do these insane things and just, I don't know anymore.
The guy is off his rocker in his older age. Maybe it was a chair shot to the head too many or maybe its too many hot dogs floating up to his brain that makes him act like such a jackass. Perhaps he'll reveal the answer himself at a later date but these two men. These two old dogs of the WCF are not men to be taken lightly when they're put in the main event.
They've both done their greatest work in this spot and I believe they'll do the same at Ten. However, with all their praise, with all their fanfare, there is one thing working against them. The abuse their bodies have been through. Look at all the insane things Creeps has done to his body. Jumping off fifty foot tron screens at a moments notice just to make the crowd go insane.
Logan stuffing his body full of junk. And by junk I mean food, not 'roids though I guess that's always possible. This might be the last chance that either of you get a realistic shot at that World Championship. You don't want that to fall through your fingers and land on the floor, watching it shatter to pieces.
The two of you wouldn't allow it to happen in such a manner. The two of you want to be on top again so that ego can be filled and people can pat you on the back and say "Good job out there tonight champ." That's all this is guys, pure egotism because neither of you need the title to feel vindicated at this point in your career.
So Logan, Creeping Death, at Ten you'll either fulfill what I imagine to be the final World Title reign of your career or you'll let it slip and watch it shatter because just take a moment to remind yourselves about who puts you where. Without Davey Ortega in my side, I can finally push WCF towards a new era without us in the main event.
Last hurrah gentlemen, ball is in your court."
I can't help myself from chuckling while watching this. Damn Pixar and their fun movies. Lilly is coughing she's laughing so hard right now. I smile looking over at her. This can't be good for her asthma. Luckly I always keep her inhaler near by. Lacey knows well enough she needs to move as I help Lilly take her medicine. She gives me a thank you hug and kiss. Right after she goes back to laughing. I love my daughters and I love spending time with them.
Its a small shame that Kaylee is still too young to really know what's going on today. And Morgan, well, Morgan is with her two moms this weekend which is fine. I miss my little Asian princess being here but it happens. I should really learn to use a condom. Maybe I'll try those new Trojan ones where nothing is supposed to feel like its there. Why am I thinking about this right now? I should focus on the movie with my daughters.
Lilly: Daddy, we're hungry.
Lacey: Yeah!
Dammit, they know I gotta leave right after the movie to pick up their brother.
"I know and I am too. I'll bring something home when I get Chris today. Mommy is too tired to cook for us tonight."
Lilly: Why mommy is tired?
"Because she is carrying another little sister for you guys to play with. I've told you this before. If mommy wears out too much, she'll feel even worse. When you get to be in your twenties and start to have babies of your own, you'll understand why she's the way she is right now."
I see the heads bob up and down, nodding at me but I don't think they quite grasp the concept of what I'm talking about. Nothing to really worry about though, it'll come to them in due time I think. Finally the movie finishes as the two lesbians that live with us are here. Yep, two lesbos and I've managed to bang both of them. I rule, kinda. I give a kiss to all my baby girls, Morgan included. I grab my coat, car keys and head to the garage. So many choices but I feel like the new Jeep today. Figured we needed something with four wheel drive for winter.
I go through my checklist before I start the jeep. Seat belt is on, mirrors are right now its time to make sure I have music on before I open the garage. Being alone for a few minutes gives me time to think about life and how I love it so much right now. Getting to Chris' school is pretty easy. Been there enough times already to watch him play ball this winter. A smile creeps onto my face now that one of my favorite songs begins to play and play loudly as I drive.
"Inhuman creation station that's where we control your minds..."
If my brother did one thing, he got me onto CKY. A few more songs go by as I finally get to the school. Other parents are heading inside to get their kids for whatever after school activity that they happen to do. Some do wrestling, some sing, mine plays basketball much like I loved to at his age. I walk into the gym to catch a few minutes of their practice, nodding at some of the fathers that watch the whole practice every day. You know, the guys with no real life that have to live their sports dreams through a damn twelve year old.
Thankfully I don't suffer from that. I hardly utter a word towards the fanatical fathers who are yelling at their kids for taking a wrong step during the set play drill. How does this make basketball enjoyable? Let them go and play. Harp at them while they're trying to get a scholarship. Though a smile comes cross my face again when I see my son drive past a six three eleven year old for a layup. Oh crap, here comes a father yelling his ear off.
Jackass Father: JESUS H. CHRIST! Play better defense ya lousy kid.
I try to bite my tongue at this jerk but after hearing these guys yell at these kids every single practice and game, I'm just feeling like something needs to be said. Chris looks over at me, his eyes begging me not to do it. I inhale and nod at him, letting him know I won't be as bad as these guys are. Whistle blows and there's the end of their practice. Only a few minutes now before I can get the hell out of here, away from these assholes.
I'm all for playing seriously but come on. One of them happens to notice me standing in the doorway. Here comes another conversation I'd rather not have...
Basketball Dad: So which kid you waitin' on?
"Chris Kane."
The section takes a moment or two to process the information I just told them. Morons.
Basketball Dad: Congrats, you got the best player on the team. Boy is a fine player. You play any ball yourself?
Do I lie and say no or do I tell the truth and said I was one of the best players in the city of New York when I was in high school? I'll tell the truth.
"Yeah, I was all city back in the day when I was in high school in Brooklyn, New York. Never went any further though."
Basketball Dad: Why not?
Here comes Chris, dressed to go home. I look back at them briefly.
"His mom was pregnant with him."
They nod, knowing why I didn't go on with my basketball career. Chris grins as I give him a hug. Probably not the greatest idea in front of his friends.
Chris: Dad, not in front of the guys!
"Sorry."
We head out the door and towards the jeep. He sits up front with me, buckling himself up too. First thing he always does is switch CDs to something he likes to listen to. Thankfully living with his real mom for a few years in Iowa didn't steer him into the whole country scene. Heh, first song on his CD is by that Hannah Montana whatever. I know he doesn't enjoy the music as much as he enjoys looking at her. Time to give him grief.
"Seriously?"
Chris: How is this any different from when you bought that Cosmo that you claimed was for Megan just because Kim Kardashian was on the cover?
He's got me.
"Fine, fine. How was school?"
Chris: Pretty good. Crappy lunch today but what else is new. Though I did get my math test back. Aced it.
Little asshole, so much smarter then I was.
"Great. So we aren't going home right away. Need to pick up dinner for the rest first. What sounds good?"
Chris: How about we get some Greek.
"You know the girls don't eat that stuff yet. Need to keep it simple."
He nods. We sit there thinking for a moment or two. Pizza is on both of our minds but it pisses the wife off when we have it too much.
"What if we got Chinese. The kids like it and you like it."
Chris: What about Megzilla?
I shoot a glare over at him as we get to the Chinese joint.
"Chris, treat her with some respect please. I don't expect you to call her mom or anything but just be nice. She likes you. I love her. So please, for me, be nice to her."
Chris: Alright. For you dad, I'll be nice to her. I mean I like her too but she's so moody.
"She's pregnant kid. Pregnant women are extremely moody. But she's not as bad as someone else I used to be married to..."
And we share a laugh over that one. Time to get dinner and head home before "Megzilla" kills us.
-----
"Finally, finally we're on the final march towards the grand pay per view event known as Ten. Ten years since this company has been open in some manner. Ten years of various people putting up with Seth Lerch in one way or another. I've dealt with him for nearly six years now. Since I really got my start in the business.
Thanks to him people can recognize me on the streets if they know wrestling. Thanks to Seth Lerch, I've almost always had a place to wrestle in when I'm healthy and WCF is open and for that, I'll always be grateful to that man.
However, Ten isn't all about giving thanks to Seth Lerch and the various names that have rode through here that have wrestled, commentated or whatever they might've done. Ten is a night for what we do best, wrestle. Thanks to my boss and his new found hatred for Torture, I've found myself back in the WCF main event sooner then I thought possible.
See I could've easily put myself in this main event but I refrained from doing so. Instead I tried to give the chance to other wrestlers who want a shot at that belt, who want the chance to main event such a huge and momentous show like Ten. The man who actually won that Battle Royal I created I'll get to in due time.
See there are two men in this match who I had to go through damn near four years ago to win that WCF World Title myself. Logan and Creeping Death. Four years ago at Till Death Do Us Part I unified the KWA, XCW and WCF Titles into one. That night I was at the top of the mountain that this company had to offer and then, it slid out from underneath me.
But I finally have another chance to scale this mountain and I find it a little fitting that the two men I got past my first time holding that title happen to be in this match. Plus its not a huge secret that they're a couple of the longest tenured wrestlers in this promotion. Seems both of them have been here for eons and then some. So from a standpoint I could see where having them in this match would make sense.
Almost like the legends of this company get their due in the main event again. We all know that Logan and Creeping Death have held that title numerous times between the two of them. Probably more so then any other wrestlers in this company's history. However when you look at Creeping Death's first two reigns, both were what, about a week in length?
Hardly impressive isn't it Creeps? Though I do applaud your ability to hold the WCF World Title for months while the company was on yet another hiatus, very impressive as was winning a tournament with other old talents in the WCF Classic. I mean how else can you claim to be one of the best when your reigns have been less then impressive, your track record of showing up is hit or miss.
Then again, the same will be said for myself. No matter though Creeps, when you care, you are quite possibly the most dangerous competitor this company has seen. The way you've tried to blend fifty different wrestling styles is quite a sight to behold. From jumping off ladders to putting someone in a sloppy sharpshooter, really good there chief.
But hey, at least you'll always be better then Logan. Hell my three year old is a better wrestler then he is. See, there is a reason why everyone hates Logan. He's an ass, tries to do these insane things and just, I don't know anymore.
The guy is off his rocker in his older age. Maybe it was a chair shot to the head too many or maybe its too many hot dogs floating up to his brain that makes him act like such a jackass. Perhaps he'll reveal the answer himself at a later date but these two men. These two old dogs of the WCF are not men to be taken lightly when they're put in the main event.
They've both done their greatest work in this spot and I believe they'll do the same at Ten. However, with all their praise, with all their fanfare, there is one thing working against them. The abuse their bodies have been through. Look at all the insane things Creeps has done to his body. Jumping off fifty foot tron screens at a moments notice just to make the crowd go insane.
Logan stuffing his body full of junk. And by junk I mean food, not 'roids though I guess that's always possible. This might be the last chance that either of you get a realistic shot at that World Championship. You don't want that to fall through your fingers and land on the floor, watching it shatter to pieces.
The two of you wouldn't allow it to happen in such a manner. The two of you want to be on top again so that ego can be filled and people can pat you on the back and say "Good job out there tonight champ." That's all this is guys, pure egotism because neither of you need the title to feel vindicated at this point in your career.
So Logan, Creeping Death, at Ten you'll either fulfill what I imagine to be the final World Title reign of your career or you'll let it slip and watch it shatter because just take a moment to remind yourselves about who puts you where. Without Davey Ortega in my side, I can finally push WCF towards a new era without us in the main event.
Last hurrah gentlemen, ball is in your court."