Post by Thunder on Aug 23, 2013 22:58:38 GMT -5
Thunder was beginning to think that maybe Robin had been right when she had said that he was starting to make things right. It wasn't like he was trying to pat himself off the back or anything. Talking about how good of a person he was would kind of be a dick move. Those were the kind of guys he had hated all of his life, and there were plenty of them in wrestling. It was almost a prerequisite for the field, like how all doctors need to have bad handwriting and all fast food workers need to have IQs not reaching over the low 70s.
But it was good to be able to acknowledge, if only to himself, that he had taken their earlier conversation to heart. He had gone into it feeling bad and had come out of it feeling surprisingly good. And with more time to think after Battleground had wrapped up, he had decided to try to give her a break for once.
Although Robin was still perfectly willing to watch his son, he wanted to at least give a temporary reprieve. That was probably all it would be, given that Robin would probably still insist on watching him from time to time.
So he had gone ahead and hired a babysitter for at least this one time. He would have preferred a more arduous interview process, but unsurprisingly, had run out of time to do that properly. The girl was in theory good enough, and even had references. It probably would have been a good idea to call them, but he didn't feel like handling the awkwardness if calling someone out of the blue.
One of the things his sister wanted to do with her time off from being a surrogate mother was to actually go to the show with him. It was slightly baffling to him, especially given the location of the show. It wasn't exactly some exotic must see location. It was Canada, for god sake. Well, maybe she was really into Tim Horton's or something. But hey, it least it was company on the plane.
Well, that was what he thought until she got in the mood to talk while he was trying to read.
"So what did you think of the babysitter?" she asked him. He immediately put the book down, as there was no real point in trying to continue that on.
"She seemed a little . . . Uh . . . what's the word . . ." he began.
"Smart?" she asked.
"Nope, that's not it."
"Contentious?"
"Nope."
"Then what is it?"
"Vapid, that's what I was thinking of," he said.
"Oh come on," she said. "That's a little harsh."
"That's the way I saw it, and if I'm wrong I'll be glad to admit it. But you can just kind of tell. It was pretty obvious."
"I've been over this with you before. You've got to have a little more faith in people."
"Look, I'd like to," he said. "I'd love to, really. But it's hard to. There's a lot of awful people around, and a lot of really dumb people out there too. They're pretty much all around us."
"It's not that bad," she said.
"Just pay attention on this trip. The WFWF show itself will give you plenty of evidence."
"Is this is just a way for you to randomly shoehorn a wrestling discussion into this conversation?"
"Of course not," he said. "I would never do that."
Well . . .
"It's true though," he continued. "I'm in the middle of it right now. It doesn't even make me mad. It's just more annoying than anything. Yet another instance of power getting to people's heads."
"That's not a wrestling thing, that's life in general."
"Oh, I know that. But I've seen it over and over again in WFWF. Trace Demon is just another guy who's got himself power and sees himself as the supreme deity that everyone must bow to. And I'm not exactly a fan of his, so now I'm caught in the tired evil boss shtick that he thinks is going to rattle me.
"It's not going to. He really is quite stupid if he thinks it matters to me. Does he really think it's going to be the end of the world if I face Ace? It's not going to. It's not like we've had some long and epic run as partners that he is going to spoil by pitting us against each other. We teamed one time. Did it work out pretty well for us? Yep. But that doesn't mean I'm so attached to the guy that I can't face him.
"It's called competition. That's the way it is, no big deal. Trace is a flat out moron if he thinks this is going to have a negative impact on me. And the end of the day, it's only going to help me out. I know I can beat Ace, and I will. It doesn't have to be some brutal battle where we are eternal enemies afterwards. It's just a matter of seeing who the better man is, and I'm fairly confident that's me right now. I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now and this is another step in moving on past the weak prior ending to my career. I'm going to continue to make this a better ending chapter. It's not really what Trace is expecting to happen with this, but I guess he's too much of an idiot to realize this. But anyway, I don't mean to ramble."
Apparently, he had rambled. As he looked over at Robin more fully, it finally occurred to him that she had fallen asleep at some point during his diatribe.
Was he really that boring? Nah, that couldn't be it. Clearly she was just not sensible enough to realize that every word of his was valuable.
Yes, that seemed much more likely.
OOC: This is not exactly the best piece of work ever, as I had kind of forgotten about the deadline . . .
But it was good to be able to acknowledge, if only to himself, that he had taken their earlier conversation to heart. He had gone into it feeling bad and had come out of it feeling surprisingly good. And with more time to think after Battleground had wrapped up, he had decided to try to give her a break for once.
Although Robin was still perfectly willing to watch his son, he wanted to at least give a temporary reprieve. That was probably all it would be, given that Robin would probably still insist on watching him from time to time.
So he had gone ahead and hired a babysitter for at least this one time. He would have preferred a more arduous interview process, but unsurprisingly, had run out of time to do that properly. The girl was in theory good enough, and even had references. It probably would have been a good idea to call them, but he didn't feel like handling the awkwardness if calling someone out of the blue.
One of the things his sister wanted to do with her time off from being a surrogate mother was to actually go to the show with him. It was slightly baffling to him, especially given the location of the show. It wasn't exactly some exotic must see location. It was Canada, for god sake. Well, maybe she was really into Tim Horton's or something. But hey, it least it was company on the plane.
Well, that was what he thought until she got in the mood to talk while he was trying to read.
"So what did you think of the babysitter?" she asked him. He immediately put the book down, as there was no real point in trying to continue that on.
"She seemed a little . . . Uh . . . what's the word . . ." he began.
"Smart?" she asked.
"Nope, that's not it."
"Contentious?"
"Nope."
"Then what is it?"
"Vapid, that's what I was thinking of," he said.
"Oh come on," she said. "That's a little harsh."
"That's the way I saw it, and if I'm wrong I'll be glad to admit it. But you can just kind of tell. It was pretty obvious."
"I've been over this with you before. You've got to have a little more faith in people."
"Look, I'd like to," he said. "I'd love to, really. But it's hard to. There's a lot of awful people around, and a lot of really dumb people out there too. They're pretty much all around us."
"It's not that bad," she said.
"Just pay attention on this trip. The WFWF show itself will give you plenty of evidence."
"Is this is just a way for you to randomly shoehorn a wrestling discussion into this conversation?"
"Of course not," he said. "I would never do that."
Well . . .
"It's true though," he continued. "I'm in the middle of it right now. It doesn't even make me mad. It's just more annoying than anything. Yet another instance of power getting to people's heads."
"That's not a wrestling thing, that's life in general."
"Oh, I know that. But I've seen it over and over again in WFWF. Trace Demon is just another guy who's got himself power and sees himself as the supreme deity that everyone must bow to. And I'm not exactly a fan of his, so now I'm caught in the tired evil boss shtick that he thinks is going to rattle me.
"It's not going to. He really is quite stupid if he thinks it matters to me. Does he really think it's going to be the end of the world if I face Ace? It's not going to. It's not like we've had some long and epic run as partners that he is going to spoil by pitting us against each other. We teamed one time. Did it work out pretty well for us? Yep. But that doesn't mean I'm so attached to the guy that I can't face him.
"It's called competition. That's the way it is, no big deal. Trace is a flat out moron if he thinks this is going to have a negative impact on me. And the end of the day, it's only going to help me out. I know I can beat Ace, and I will. It doesn't have to be some brutal battle where we are eternal enemies afterwards. It's just a matter of seeing who the better man is, and I'm fairly confident that's me right now. I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now and this is another step in moving on past the weak prior ending to my career. I'm going to continue to make this a better ending chapter. It's not really what Trace is expecting to happen with this, but I guess he's too much of an idiot to realize this. But anyway, I don't mean to ramble."
Apparently, he had rambled. As he looked over at Robin more fully, it finally occurred to him that she had fallen asleep at some point during his diatribe.
Was he really that boring? Nah, that couldn't be it. Clearly she was just not sensible enough to realize that every word of his was valuable.
Yes, that seemed much more likely.
OOC: This is not exactly the best piece of work ever, as I had kind of forgotten about the deadline . . .
