Post by Thunder on Feb 26, 2014 23:58:14 GMT -5
Michael had to take a leak, but didn't feel like getting off the couch to take care of it. The soreness of match with Malakai was still in full effect. The bone creaking and shots of pain that occurred whenever he got up were too much to deal with. He just wanted to stay still for a while.
"I'm getting too old for this s***," he said out loud to no one at all. That fact was more apparent than ever, but he still had his main goal to accomplish. And that would be taken care of very soon.
For now, though, he just needed stillness.
That hadn't been coming easily. An hour or so earlier, his phone had been ringing constantly from someone. He presumed it was Robin, still upset from their last brouhaha. The phone was simply too far away to reach right now, and plus he didn't want to get into the whole situation with her. She had disrespected himself and Stacey with her actions, and he was still upset about it. End of story. Luckily the phone calls stopped, and he finally had peace and quiet.
Well, for a few minutes. Then there was a knock on the door.
He began to groan, and then immediately shut himself up. Giving an indication he was actually home by making a sound was a bad idea. And so, he remained perfectly still, and without a peep. The knocking just kept on coming. It was relentless.
Soon enough the pattern changed. The knocking was followed by shouts of "Michael! Michael!" The voice definitely belonged to that of sister. It didn't surprise him much. Not many people had much of interest in him, outside of her and Stacey. And since Stacey wasn't even in the country at the moment, it definitely wasn't her.
As much as Michael wanted to ignore, Robin clearly wasn't going anywhere. The pounding would just give him a headache if she kept it up much longer. With great reluctance, he slowly sauntered his way over to the door and opened it.
"What?" he said upon seeing his sister.
"What a nice greeting. Whatever happened to 'hello, nice to see you?'"
"Please, I'm not in the mood for that kind of stuff right now. What's up?"
"I need to talk to you," she said. "So I came here since you've been a little elusive on the phone."
"Again, not in the mood."
"What's wrong?"
"Everything hurts," he said.
"Oh, right, I saw that. Looked bad."
"It was. So what do you need to talk to me about?"
"I know it's a sore subject, but it's just a thing with Stacey . . ."
"I can't deal with this right now," he said, and started to walk back into the depths of his house.
"Come on, Michael. I know things were ugly last time this came up and you're mad at me, but we need to talk about this."
"Then say what you want to say."
"I just think you're kind of off base with her, and I'm just worried you're getting attached to her too soon. You're kind of ignoring the obvious problems she has."
"Like what?"
"Like the way he talks to a person who cares about you like me. Did you see what she just wrote on Facebook a few minutes ago about me?"
"Oh please, I'm going get into this. Sorry."
And with that, Michael closed the door.
This left Robin with no other option. She took out her phone and called the one person she thought could possibly help.
~ ~
If there was ever a time I needed a week off, this would be it. It goes without saying I still haven't recovered from my little encounter with Malakai last week. But obviously, that's not happening. I've still got myself another match this week. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining or anything. Injuries are just a part of the way things are, and I've gotten used to it by now.
As far as Malakai goes, that will all be handled in due time. After that spectacle he probably thinks I'm out of contention to he a real competitor for the WFWF Championship at Superbrawl, but that's far from the truth. I'm still here. Getting knocked around and a fall from a high place isn't enough to stop me from getting the WFWF Title back.
It's a shame, Shawn, it really is. You don't even realize what you did to yourself. All you did was wreck your body beyond repair some more. We both know that your time is limited and you have very little left in the tank. Hell, you can barely get through a match on bad day. That match hurt you a lot more than it did me, and unlike me, you won't be able to recover from it. I'll be fine. You're much worse off. And hey, that helps my chances at Superbrawl, so all the better.
But that momentous event is still a little bit away. In the meantime, I've got a match at Revolution that means quite a lot to me. You wouldn't know from the way I've acted talked over the years, but I do have respect for the top WFWF competitors. And there's few men I've seen walk into this place that I respect more than ZMaster. People like me from the old guard know just important this man is to the history of this company.
Back in 2004 and 2005 when I was toiling in mediocrity as dead weight for different stables, ZMaster was the man around these parts. He was one of those guys that I looked up to and admired. I looked and him and wondered if I could ever be at his level. And we took part in battles back then, and you know what, he kicked my ass. I freely admit it. He was by far the better man. But I am so proud to say that I now belong in the very elite class of grand slam champions. I have accomplished everything that a man I admired also did.
Let's be honest here, ZMaster and myself don't have a lot of time left in this company. Our careers winded down a long time ago, but we both decided to come back for one more run. There's only a few links left to a different period of the WFWF, and we're two of them. It won't be long before those links are gone.
I wish I was in better physical shape for this match, but nevertheless I'm glad this match is happening. I'd like to face ZMaster in the ring one more time. I know it'll be a tough, hard fought match because that's what he gives every time he steps into the ring. That's always been the way he's been, and that's part of the reason why I respect him.
I hope everyone out there appreciates this match because it's the kind of thing you won't see any more. One thing I guarantee for sure is that it won't be a letdown. We're both going to leave it all the ring as we always have.
For one night only, it's going to feel like I'm on an episode of Code Red or Hybrid again. I like that idea. Thanks for everything, ZMaster, and may the best man win. Let's show them how it used to be done.
"I'm getting too old for this s***," he said out loud to no one at all. That fact was more apparent than ever, but he still had his main goal to accomplish. And that would be taken care of very soon.
For now, though, he just needed stillness.
That hadn't been coming easily. An hour or so earlier, his phone had been ringing constantly from someone. He presumed it was Robin, still upset from their last brouhaha. The phone was simply too far away to reach right now, and plus he didn't want to get into the whole situation with her. She had disrespected himself and Stacey with her actions, and he was still upset about it. End of story. Luckily the phone calls stopped, and he finally had peace and quiet.
Well, for a few minutes. Then there was a knock on the door.
He began to groan, and then immediately shut himself up. Giving an indication he was actually home by making a sound was a bad idea. And so, he remained perfectly still, and without a peep. The knocking just kept on coming. It was relentless.
Soon enough the pattern changed. The knocking was followed by shouts of "Michael! Michael!" The voice definitely belonged to that of sister. It didn't surprise him much. Not many people had much of interest in him, outside of her and Stacey. And since Stacey wasn't even in the country at the moment, it definitely wasn't her.
As much as Michael wanted to ignore, Robin clearly wasn't going anywhere. The pounding would just give him a headache if she kept it up much longer. With great reluctance, he slowly sauntered his way over to the door and opened it.
"What?" he said upon seeing his sister.
"What a nice greeting. Whatever happened to 'hello, nice to see you?'"
"Please, I'm not in the mood for that kind of stuff right now. What's up?"
"I need to talk to you," she said. "So I came here since you've been a little elusive on the phone."
"Again, not in the mood."
"What's wrong?"
"Everything hurts," he said.
"Oh, right, I saw that. Looked bad."
"It was. So what do you need to talk to me about?"
"I know it's a sore subject, but it's just a thing with Stacey . . ."
"I can't deal with this right now," he said, and started to walk back into the depths of his house.
"Come on, Michael. I know things were ugly last time this came up and you're mad at me, but we need to talk about this."
"Then say what you want to say."
"I just think you're kind of off base with her, and I'm just worried you're getting attached to her too soon. You're kind of ignoring the obvious problems she has."
"Like what?"
"Like the way he talks to a person who cares about you like me. Did you see what she just wrote on Facebook a few minutes ago about me?"
"Oh please, I'm going get into this. Sorry."
And with that, Michael closed the door.
This left Robin with no other option. She took out her phone and called the one person she thought could possibly help.
~ ~
If there was ever a time I needed a week off, this would be it. It goes without saying I still haven't recovered from my little encounter with Malakai last week. But obviously, that's not happening. I've still got myself another match this week. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining or anything. Injuries are just a part of the way things are, and I've gotten used to it by now.
As far as Malakai goes, that will all be handled in due time. After that spectacle he probably thinks I'm out of contention to he a real competitor for the WFWF Championship at Superbrawl, but that's far from the truth. I'm still here. Getting knocked around and a fall from a high place isn't enough to stop me from getting the WFWF Title back.
It's a shame, Shawn, it really is. You don't even realize what you did to yourself. All you did was wreck your body beyond repair some more. We both know that your time is limited and you have very little left in the tank. Hell, you can barely get through a match on bad day. That match hurt you a lot more than it did me, and unlike me, you won't be able to recover from it. I'll be fine. You're much worse off. And hey, that helps my chances at Superbrawl, so all the better.
But that momentous event is still a little bit away. In the meantime, I've got a match at Revolution that means quite a lot to me. You wouldn't know from the way I've acted talked over the years, but I do have respect for the top WFWF competitors. And there's few men I've seen walk into this place that I respect more than ZMaster. People like me from the old guard know just important this man is to the history of this company.
Back in 2004 and 2005 when I was toiling in mediocrity as dead weight for different stables, ZMaster was the man around these parts. He was one of those guys that I looked up to and admired. I looked and him and wondered if I could ever be at his level. And we took part in battles back then, and you know what, he kicked my ass. I freely admit it. He was by far the better man. But I am so proud to say that I now belong in the very elite class of grand slam champions. I have accomplished everything that a man I admired also did.
Let's be honest here, ZMaster and myself don't have a lot of time left in this company. Our careers winded down a long time ago, but we both decided to come back for one more run. There's only a few links left to a different period of the WFWF, and we're two of them. It won't be long before those links are gone.
I wish I was in better physical shape for this match, but nevertheless I'm glad this match is happening. I'd like to face ZMaster in the ring one more time. I know it'll be a tough, hard fought match because that's what he gives every time he steps into the ring. That's always been the way he's been, and that's part of the reason why I respect him.
I hope everyone out there appreciates this match because it's the kind of thing you won't see any more. One thing I guarantee for sure is that it won't be a letdown. We're both going to leave it all the ring as we always have.
For one night only, it's going to feel like I'm on an episode of Code Red or Hybrid again. I like that idea. Thanks for everything, ZMaster, and may the best man win. Let's show them how it used to be done.
off. I hope you break a hip in the ring you old bastard.
