HS 28 RP: And I run....

So much has happened in the last month that I haven’t even had a chance to actually sit and think. By no means do I have anything to complain about or reconsider. Everything is going perfect in my life and I feel as though I have my own space on cloud nine. I recently graduated college with an associate’s degree in business management. I told my parents that I wanted to devote my full attention to wrestling and would eventually go back to further my degree. They were fully surprisingly supportive and agreed that I should follow my heart and dreams, which get you real far in real life. And then there is Ashton, the one girl that I think it would be safe to consider my first true love. She is willing to make the sacrifice with me of the struggles in the wrestling business. Struggles may be an understatement as financially we are at a comfortable position. I will admit that she is the bread winner and it does bother me from time to time. Of course being the district manager of one of the nation’s largest banks, she should. After I finished college, we decided to move in with each other. Not very many people thought it was a good idea since we haven’t been together all that long, but we know that nothing will come between us.

All of this brings us to today. Its Memorial Day weekend so there is no work and no where to be. Nowhere other than the comfort of our own living room. We’re both sitting on the couch watching a “Scarred” marathon on MTV. I lay at one end on my back with an ice pack on my chest, while she sat at the opposite end. The bay windows allow the morning sun to shine brightly into the house. It forms an angelic aurora around her as she turns to look at me. The lips of the angel move….

Ashton: How you feeling?

Brandon: Better now that I am home with you. I don’t think my chest will ever be the same though.

Ashton: Aw baby I’m sorry. Do I need to go whip that boy’s ass?

Brandon: Ha, naw babe I don’t think that will be necessary. I have another match with him next week, well, tag teams match.

Ashton: Well that sounds interesting, who are you teaming with?

Brandon: This newcomer. I don’t know much about him, and it kind of has me worried. We are facing a pretty established tag team.

Worried almost doesn’t fully describe the emotions that are coursing through my brain. Currently I am undefeated, or it is safe to say because I haven’t been pinned yet. I would have loved to add the win in that tag team scramble weeks ago to my régime but I am satisfied to say the least. Hopefully my partner will prove to be a hat trick so I can remain undefeated, that’s how I plan to keep it anyways. With that thought I lean forward and kiss Ash on her forehead…

Brandon: I think I am going to go for a run. You’re welcome to join…

Ashton: Nah, there is a ton of cleaning that needs to be done while I have a chance to do it. You have fun and don’t hurt your self.

Brandon: I wont, I’ll be back later.

Running has always been my safe haven. Whenever I wanted to get away or just be alone that’s what I do. I slipped on my Shocks and set out. The morning sun was warm but a gentle breeze kept things cool. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and all was calm.

Minutes into my jog, my chest began to hurt with excruciating pain. It bothered me to the point where I had to stop running and walk. It felt as though someone cracked a whip across it, reopening the wound. Knowing this actually hadn’t happened I instinctively lifted my wife beater to inspect my chest. No blood but it was red.

Brandon: Crap that kills. Forget busting him open, I’m going to kick his teeth in.

A kid on a bicycle made his way down the sidewalk towards me. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, a creepy kid at that. I looked at him as he looked at me and stopped.

Kid: Hey you’re HCo Brandon Lee aren’t you?

Brandon: Yeah, how did you know that?

Kid: Ah, I check out the WFWF HS website all the time.

Brandon: Cool.

There was an awkward silence between us as we locked in to a stare. He wasn’t moving and I didn’t really know what else to say.

Brandon: So do you like want an autograph or something?

Kid: Hell no, not after you bitched Shields Saturday. That shiat was pussay.

Brandon: Then why the hell are you wasting my time?

Kid: I was going to say that I hope the Indy scene beats your bitch ass.

With that he took off in a blaze of glory as I had just been owned by that little snot. This wasn’t the first comment like that I had received. My e-mail inbox has been full of hate mail saying the same stuff. Who’d knew that a desperation move would result like this? Sure I snuck the pin, but it wasn’t like I cheated or anything. On the other hand there have been a fair amount of people that have been impressed with my performances, but this was the final straw. I said I wanted to kick his teeth in and I am going to do just that. While I’m at it, I’m going to shove that foot down everyone’s throat and show them that I am here to be the best, to be the X-Breed champion someday, and to someday be the WFWF champion. To quote Kurt Angle “It’s true, it’s damn true.”

This frustration has completely erased any memory of the pain within my chest or anywhere of my body. I began to jog again which turned into a dead sprint. My original plan was to run to the GYM and get a work out in, but I decided to run until my body is on the verge of breaking down. Failure is not an option for me, not now because I am on a roll. Come Saturday, partner or no partner, I’m not coming to prove that I’m better than Shields, but that I am the wild card of the WFWF.