Post by Joey Harris on Mar 6, 2014 22:20:51 GMT -5
The wind whistles through my cracked window, an unusually biting chill that invades my body like an army marching to war, attacking each limb simultaneously with its unwanted cold advances. Regardless, I remain motionless on my motel bed, sitting slumped on its edge, fresh from my post-match shower. Normally, I would be overwhelmed by questions: "How should I feel?" "What should I do?" "What would he do?"
For the first time in years, my sole concern is: "What will I do?"
The door opens, but I remain fixated on...whatever it is I am staring down at. The wall? The carpet? My bare, wet feet? Try, anything but the events that just transpired after my match. A lot of good that is doing, right?
I feel a presence, as I momentarily forget that someone had just entered the room. Kaiyela- soon to be known by her PWX alias, Ravenna- sits on the bed beside me, embracing me with her warmth. I lay my head on her shoulder, discovering brief solace in her arms. It disappears as suddenly and completely as it sneaked up on me, and the thoughts immediately crash down on me once again.
I let my pride get in the way. I could have played ball. I could have continued beating up on TJ Codair-...who am I kidding? That lunatic was beating up on me! Each strike from his sticks felt like a gunshot, catching me from all angles, almost knocking me senseless. What else should I have expected? What else could Brian Hollywood have expected? Maybe he wanted me to take that beating. Anything to save his cowardly hide from the beating Atwater and I endured tonight. Regardless, I chose to walk away, and it cost me my job.
"You are fired."
The words were uttered with such simplicity and precision, but echoed with the anger and frustration of my now-former boss. After two short weeks, I find myself back in the hunt, once again. The feeling is unbound, unchained, unrestricted, and, most of all, unfulfilling. I have no security; no stability. My only comfort is here, in Ravenna's loving arms. Where will I go? What will I do?
"What will I do?"
For the first time in years, my sole concern is: "What will I do?"
The door opens, but I remain fixated on...whatever it is I am staring down at. The wall? The carpet? My bare, wet feet? Try, anything but the events that just transpired after my match. A lot of good that is doing, right?
I feel a presence, as I momentarily forget that someone had just entered the room. Kaiyela- soon to be known by her PWX alias, Ravenna- sits on the bed beside me, embracing me with her warmth. I lay my head on her shoulder, discovering brief solace in her arms. It disappears as suddenly and completely as it sneaked up on me, and the thoughts immediately crash down on me once again.
I let my pride get in the way. I could have played ball. I could have continued beating up on TJ Codair-...who am I kidding? That lunatic was beating up on me! Each strike from his sticks felt like a gunshot, catching me from all angles, almost knocking me senseless. What else should I have expected? What else could Brian Hollywood have expected? Maybe he wanted me to take that beating. Anything to save his cowardly hide from the beating Atwater and I endured tonight. Regardless, I chose to walk away, and it cost me my job.
"You are fired."
The words were uttered with such simplicity and precision, but echoed with the anger and frustration of my now-former boss. After two short weeks, I find myself back in the hunt, once again. The feeling is unbound, unchained, unrestricted, and, most of all, unfulfilling. I have no security; no stability. My only comfort is here, in Ravenna's loving arms. Where will I go? What will I do?
"What will I do?"
