Post by eljefe on Jul 30, 2016 23:00:58 GMT -5
Cam placed the ice pack on his neck and taped it in place. Feeling the ice on his neck instantly relaxed his muscles, and Cam took a look around his apartment. He realized that, with how much he’s been on the move lately, he hasn’t really taken the time to look around his digs in some time. He put his arms on the kitchen island and looked into his living room. He realized pretty quickly why he never looked around…there was nothing to look at. Fairly big TV and a black futon used for a couch, and that’s it.
Cam: We need more furniture.
Cam shouted to his roommate, Matt, who was sitting at his computer in his room.
“Who would use it? You’re never here and I always bring my own chair.
That elicited a laugh from both roommates. Matt was a paraplegic, but he has accepted it as part of his life. He spent most of his time writing, something that he didn’t have time to do as a wrestler. He wheeled out into the near barren living room, where Cam had now settled on the futon. Matt shuffled off his wheelchair and onto the futon, pulling up his legs onto his wheelchair seat.
Matt: How’s the neck?
Matt is genuinely inquisitive.
Cam: Getting tossed by a gym nut across a ring hurts.
Cam is genuinely answering.
Matt: Yeah, looked like it wasn’t fun. How is your head?
Cam: Concussion tests were negative. So is my win record at this point.
Matt: Can't be as bad as the White Sox.
Cam walked out of the apartment. He didn’t need to be in that kind of negative environment. He hopped in his car and began driving to Sam’s apartment.
In all seriousness, I may as well be the consistency of the Sox. I start my career on a massive win streak, and I start getting those labels of greatness. But then it all catches up to me and I fall back into mediocrity. It’s not that I’m bad. In all seriousness, I am still decent. I am still average. But I am not the expected title contender that I once was. But I showed flashes of it before, so what’s to say that I can’t show that flash again? Maybe all I need to do is change my mind to get the start on changing my outcomes.
Cam rolled into the parking lot of Sam’s apartment, but sat in his car for a while. He had been visiting her a lot recently, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. They were always close. Maybe there was…
Nope. I don’t have the mental capacity to work through that.
Cam made his way up to the apartment, and gave Sam a big hug.
“Sam: How did the trip to Minneapolis go?
Cam: Did you watch it?
“Sam: I don’t watch wrestling, Cam. That’s for people with time. I could never get into it.
Cam: I lost.
Sam: Do you still have a job?
Cam: Well, yeah…
Sam: Then it’s not that big of a deal.
Cam: So, what? It’s all about money?
Sam: Well, realistically, yes. But I was more referring to the fact that I know how much you love to do it. And you still are, so that’s good.
Cam: Oh. I guess that is good.
Sam: I mean, you reached the absolute pinnacle of your hobby. So much so that it became your career. I wish I could do that.
Cam was taken aback by that. He sat back and let it process in his head.
Sam: Alright, everything is in the oven. Let’s relax. I’m beat.
Sam smiled at Cam. They moved over to the couch, where they sat down and turned on the TV. They turned on the Cubs-Sox baseball game, and Cam groaned.
Cam: Ugh, it’s frustrating to watch this team. They show so much promise, so much ability, but constantly lose.
Sam: Quit the meta routine, you primadonna. You using the Sox to wallow in your self-pity isn’t going to help you win anything.
Cam: You DO watch.
Sam: I like your promos. If I may give you some advice, stop freaking out about it. It’s not going to help you, and it’s not good for you. It is starting to bother you greatly, more than just a minor inconvenience at work. You look like you’re losing sleep over this.
Sam moved closer to Cam. She made herself comfortable under his arm and settled into his chest.
Sam: You need to be more like me and relax.
Cam: Don’t you have food in the oven?
Sam: Details…
That woman is incredible, but this time, she’s wrong. Relaxing is how I slip. Relaxing is how I make mistakes. I know she is just trying to help, but she doesn’t know how much it will hurt. Especially with the people I need to fight this go around: On one side, you have a man who’s been at the top longer than I have been here, Joe Bishop. We’ve been in the ring together before. I know just how strong he is. I know what he does, because I do half of the same things. And the other half? I’ve learned a dozen counters for each. I know how to break out of an Anaconda Vice. I learned that one 8 years ago. Cam Nitta has learned a lot in his time, and maybe it’s time for him to show every single technique that I know.
Bison, I will confess to not knowing much about you. But I know that you dedicated yourself to being here. That’s respectable. But I dedicated myself to something way more. I dedicated myself to not just being here, but also being good enough to be anywhere in the world. Not only that, but I have also made sure that if I ever decide to leave this business, I have two careers to fall back on. See, I always worked hard to get here, and I would argue that I work harder than anyone else back here. I proved myself as a wrestler and a technician, while also being one of the best damn engineers in any company or university that I go to. That’s the difference between you and me, Bison. You dedicated yourself to this and made it to my level. I dedicated myself to this and 3 other things, and I’m still more successful than you are.
People ask for the Cam Nitta of old, but they have still only seen glimpses of him. I am telling you this now. The Cam Nitta of old is dead. Stop asking for him. He was buried next to his wife and his newborn. I know everyone was expecting the great Nitta to come out and be all the same, but guess what? I’m not. I’m not the same. I’m not okay. I’m here because I need this. I’m here because I damn sure don’t have anything else that I can do with my life. Cam Nitta….Cam Nitta may as well have his own grave marker already.
I’ve seen people come and go from the WFWF. It sure as hell every single one of them wants to come off as a monster. Fine, then. Be your monster. But in the end, the sun comes up and the monster fades away. That’s what’s going to happen to all of you, sooner or later. Cam Nitta. The one guy throughout the past 5 years that can say that he was never the monster that everyone else tried to be. He was too busy being Cam Nitta. I was too busy showing the world what a damn good wrestler was to be worried about what level of a talker that I was. I’m not apologizing for that. I left this business so that I could show the world what a damn good father I could be. That? That got taken away from me. Every other man in that locker room would take that as an excuse to finally snap and break and charge the ring and go crazy. But I didn’t. Because I’m not like you monsters. I’m just Cam Nitta. And if the fact that I am not a monster means that I won’t catch a break in this company, who needs you? I came here by request. I didn’t seek anyone out. I was the one who was sought out.
All that aside, looking towards the future. Quenton, you have something coming for you if you think that you are going to just waltz away with that win. You didn’t earn that. You didn’t deserve that. You cheated and got away with it. When you and I meet next, I will show you that you never earned a damn thing against me. I will show that you didn’t deserve that win, and you will never deserve a win against me. Sorry if that’s a hard pill for you to swallow.
I apologize if the formatting sucks. I'm really tired.
Cam: We need more furniture.
Cam shouted to his roommate, Matt, who was sitting at his computer in his room.
“Who would use it? You’re never here and I always bring my own chair.
That elicited a laugh from both roommates. Matt was a paraplegic, but he has accepted it as part of his life. He spent most of his time writing, something that he didn’t have time to do as a wrestler. He wheeled out into the near barren living room, where Cam had now settled on the futon. Matt shuffled off his wheelchair and onto the futon, pulling up his legs onto his wheelchair seat.
Matt: How’s the neck?
Matt is genuinely inquisitive.
Cam: Getting tossed by a gym nut across a ring hurts.
Cam is genuinely answering.
Matt: Yeah, looked like it wasn’t fun. How is your head?
Cam: Concussion tests were negative. So is my win record at this point.
Matt: Can't be as bad as the White Sox.
Cam walked out of the apartment. He didn’t need to be in that kind of negative environment. He hopped in his car and began driving to Sam’s apartment.
In all seriousness, I may as well be the consistency of the Sox. I start my career on a massive win streak, and I start getting those labels of greatness. But then it all catches up to me and I fall back into mediocrity. It’s not that I’m bad. In all seriousness, I am still decent. I am still average. But I am not the expected title contender that I once was. But I showed flashes of it before, so what’s to say that I can’t show that flash again? Maybe all I need to do is change my mind to get the start on changing my outcomes.
Cam rolled into the parking lot of Sam’s apartment, but sat in his car for a while. He had been visiting her a lot recently, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. They were always close. Maybe there was…
Nope. I don’t have the mental capacity to work through that.
Cam made his way up to the apartment, and gave Sam a big hug.
“Sam: How did the trip to Minneapolis go?
Cam: Did you watch it?
“Sam: I don’t watch wrestling, Cam. That’s for people with time. I could never get into it.
Cam: I lost.
Sam: Do you still have a job?
Cam: Well, yeah…
Sam: Then it’s not that big of a deal.
Cam: So, what? It’s all about money?
Sam: Well, realistically, yes. But I was more referring to the fact that I know how much you love to do it. And you still are, so that’s good.
Cam: Oh. I guess that is good.
Sam: I mean, you reached the absolute pinnacle of your hobby. So much so that it became your career. I wish I could do that.
Cam was taken aback by that. He sat back and let it process in his head.
Sam: Alright, everything is in the oven. Let’s relax. I’m beat.
Sam smiled at Cam. They moved over to the couch, where they sat down and turned on the TV. They turned on the Cubs-Sox baseball game, and Cam groaned.
Cam: Ugh, it’s frustrating to watch this team. They show so much promise, so much ability, but constantly lose.
Sam: Quit the meta routine, you primadonna. You using the Sox to wallow in your self-pity isn’t going to help you win anything.
Cam: You DO watch.
Sam: I like your promos. If I may give you some advice, stop freaking out about it. It’s not going to help you, and it’s not good for you. It is starting to bother you greatly, more than just a minor inconvenience at work. You look like you’re losing sleep over this.
Sam moved closer to Cam. She made herself comfortable under his arm and settled into his chest.
Sam: You need to be more like me and relax.
Cam: Don’t you have food in the oven?
Sam: Details…
That woman is incredible, but this time, she’s wrong. Relaxing is how I slip. Relaxing is how I make mistakes. I know she is just trying to help, but she doesn’t know how much it will hurt. Especially with the people I need to fight this go around: On one side, you have a man who’s been at the top longer than I have been here, Joe Bishop. We’ve been in the ring together before. I know just how strong he is. I know what he does, because I do half of the same things. And the other half? I’ve learned a dozen counters for each. I know how to break out of an Anaconda Vice. I learned that one 8 years ago. Cam Nitta has learned a lot in his time, and maybe it’s time for him to show every single technique that I know.
Bison, I will confess to not knowing much about you. But I know that you dedicated yourself to being here. That’s respectable. But I dedicated myself to something way more. I dedicated myself to not just being here, but also being good enough to be anywhere in the world. Not only that, but I have also made sure that if I ever decide to leave this business, I have two careers to fall back on. See, I always worked hard to get here, and I would argue that I work harder than anyone else back here. I proved myself as a wrestler and a technician, while also being one of the best damn engineers in any company or university that I go to. That’s the difference between you and me, Bison. You dedicated yourself to this and made it to my level. I dedicated myself to this and 3 other things, and I’m still more successful than you are.
People ask for the Cam Nitta of old, but they have still only seen glimpses of him. I am telling you this now. The Cam Nitta of old is dead. Stop asking for him. He was buried next to his wife and his newborn. I know everyone was expecting the great Nitta to come out and be all the same, but guess what? I’m not. I’m not the same. I’m not okay. I’m here because I need this. I’m here because I damn sure don’t have anything else that I can do with my life. Cam Nitta….Cam Nitta may as well have his own grave marker already.
I’ve seen people come and go from the WFWF. It sure as hell every single one of them wants to come off as a monster. Fine, then. Be your monster. But in the end, the sun comes up and the monster fades away. That’s what’s going to happen to all of you, sooner or later. Cam Nitta. The one guy throughout the past 5 years that can say that he was never the monster that everyone else tried to be. He was too busy being Cam Nitta. I was too busy showing the world what a damn good wrestler was to be worried about what level of a talker that I was. I’m not apologizing for that. I left this business so that I could show the world what a damn good father I could be. That? That got taken away from me. Every other man in that locker room would take that as an excuse to finally snap and break and charge the ring and go crazy. But I didn’t. Because I’m not like you monsters. I’m just Cam Nitta. And if the fact that I am not a monster means that I won’t catch a break in this company, who needs you? I came here by request. I didn’t seek anyone out. I was the one who was sought out.
All that aside, looking towards the future. Quenton, you have something coming for you if you think that you are going to just waltz away with that win. You didn’t earn that. You didn’t deserve that. You cheated and got away with it. When you and I meet next, I will show you that you never earned a damn thing against me. I will show that you didn’t deserve that win, and you will never deserve a win against me. Sorry if that’s a hard pill for you to swallow.
I apologize if the formatting sucks. I'm really tired.
I dont know good luck