Post by Danger10 on Dec 21, 2014 17:46:52 GMT -5
Just Before Midnight
It's a late Friday night, Grady dragged me out to a bonfire on the beach one of his friends is hosting. Oh, how I hate these things. Everyone mingling in groups, laughing, making small talk, seem to be having the time of their lives. I don't understand what's so fun about these get togethers. They're alright, I might have a decent time, but I would much rather be at home with pizza or popcorn, enjoying a funny movie.
Whatever, Grady really insisted I come out with him tonight, said he was tired of seeing you loaf around the apartment full of self pity. I didn't really think I was being that bad. Sure I was upset, another match, another loss. But, this time it was to the World Heavyweight Champion and I felt like I left it in the ring, you could even say I was proud of that match. I feel like I've come a long way already and I'm still a rookie.
"What are you doing sitting here by yourself?" Grady asks as he approaches me.
"Just thinking, you know that thing that makes your head hurt." I respond with a smile.
"Haha very funny, I mean, everyone's having a blast and your just sitting on that rock being a buzzkill." He responded as he took a seat next to me.
"Just thinking, that's all." I say as I take another look around.
"Thinking about Black Friday?" Grady asks as he tilts his head, slightly annoyed.
"I didn't say that." I say, shaking my head.
"But I can tell." He says with a smirk.
"Nah, just thinking how close I came to the win, that's all." I respond as I take a sip of my water.
"Would you forget about that, you did great." He said as he playfully shakes me by the shoulders.
"I know, I feel the same way." I tell him as I push his arms off my shoulders.
"So then what are you so down about." He asks confused.
"I told you I was thinking." I respond firmly.
"About another loss? Cheer up dude, you made it." He tells me.
I didn't respond just stared at him, slightly confused.
"You dreamed of making it to the big time, right? The WFWF." He looks at me like if I'm missing the obvious.
"Damn, man. You're right, I was so caught up in my losses that I didn’t even think of it like that." I say, shaking my head, realizing I was missing the obvious.
"That's right bro. Now cheer up already." Grady said as he gave me a pat on the back.
I didn't respond, I just laughed.
"Besides, have you seen all the fine ladies here tonight?" He said with a huge smile as he stood up and extended his arms.
I took a second look around, I guess I didn't even notice.
"Let's go have a blast," Grady says as he pulls me up by the arm.
"Give me a second, I'll catch up." I respond as I dust the sand of myself.
"Alright, you better." He tells me as he returns to the party.
It was at this moment I realized; to my friends, I'm already a success.
Morning
It's a nice Sunday morning, nice enough for a little cruise. I enjoy cruising through the nicer side of town, looking at the bigger houses. Seeing these houses inspires me to do more, to be more, to be as successful as possible so that when I have a family, God willing, we'll live in one of these amazing houses. I don't want my children to have to go through everything I did in my childhood. Man, it must be nice to have an upstairs or a pool or these huge backyards and spacious rooms inside, nothing like the cramped apartment I grew up in. I can only imagine what these peoples lives are like, barbecue's or pool parties on a regular basis, that's exactly the kind of life that I want for my family.
These houses also make me wonder what kind of house a psycho like Ante live. I imagine him sitting in an empty room petting to his pet rat or something. Man, I feel wrong for even thinking that. For all I know he lives in one of these huge houses with a beautiful wife & kids. I don't know much about the guy except for the fact that he's completely unstable. I was scheduled to face him the night he won the National Championship at Men & Monsters. Too bad I ended missing the show, I guess that was his fate, or maybe luck, who knows. Even though he lost, he was still impressive in his last match at Black Friday against Kirkbride. But me and him we're kindred spirits. Both of us are outcasts of society. But I do know one thing; I'll be in the fight of my life at The Clash, but you know what, so will Whitner & I hope he's prepared because I know damn well I am.
It's a late Friday night, Grady dragged me out to a bonfire on the beach one of his friends is hosting. Oh, how I hate these things. Everyone mingling in groups, laughing, making small talk, seem to be having the time of their lives. I don't understand what's so fun about these get togethers. They're alright, I might have a decent time, but I would much rather be at home with pizza or popcorn, enjoying a funny movie.
Whatever, Grady really insisted I come out with him tonight, said he was tired of seeing you loaf around the apartment full of self pity. I didn't really think I was being that bad. Sure I was upset, another match, another loss. But, this time it was to the World Heavyweight Champion and I felt like I left it in the ring, you could even say I was proud of that match. I feel like I've come a long way already and I'm still a rookie.
"What are you doing sitting here by yourself?" Grady asks as he approaches me.
"Just thinking, you know that thing that makes your head hurt." I respond with a smile.
"Haha very funny, I mean, everyone's having a blast and your just sitting on that rock being a buzzkill." He responded as he took a seat next to me.
"Just thinking, that's all." I say as I take another look around.
"Thinking about Black Friday?" Grady asks as he tilts his head, slightly annoyed.
"I didn't say that." I say, shaking my head.
"But I can tell." He says with a smirk.
"Nah, just thinking how close I came to the win, that's all." I respond as I take a sip of my water.
"Would you forget about that, you did great." He said as he playfully shakes me by the shoulders.
"I know, I feel the same way." I tell him as I push his arms off my shoulders.
"So then what are you so down about." He asks confused.
"I told you I was thinking." I respond firmly.
"About another loss? Cheer up dude, you made it." He tells me.
I didn't respond just stared at him, slightly confused.
"You dreamed of making it to the big time, right? The WFWF." He looks at me like if I'm missing the obvious.
"Damn, man. You're right, I was so caught up in my losses that I didn’t even think of it like that." I say, shaking my head, realizing I was missing the obvious.
"That's right bro. Now cheer up already." Grady said as he gave me a pat on the back.
I didn't respond, I just laughed.
"Besides, have you seen all the fine ladies here tonight?" He said with a huge smile as he stood up and extended his arms.
I took a second look around, I guess I didn't even notice.
"Let's go have a blast," Grady says as he pulls me up by the arm.
"Give me a second, I'll catch up." I respond as I dust the sand of myself.
"Alright, you better." He tells me as he returns to the party.
It was at this moment I realized; to my friends, I'm already a success.
Morning
It's a nice Sunday morning, nice enough for a little cruise. I enjoy cruising through the nicer side of town, looking at the bigger houses. Seeing these houses inspires me to do more, to be more, to be as successful as possible so that when I have a family, God willing, we'll live in one of these amazing houses. I don't want my children to have to go through everything I did in my childhood. Man, it must be nice to have an upstairs or a pool or these huge backyards and spacious rooms inside, nothing like the cramped apartment I grew up in. I can only imagine what these peoples lives are like, barbecue's or pool parties on a regular basis, that's exactly the kind of life that I want for my family.
These houses also make me wonder what kind of house a psycho like Ante live. I imagine him sitting in an empty room petting to his pet rat or something. Man, I feel wrong for even thinking that. For all I know he lives in one of these huge houses with a beautiful wife & kids. I don't know much about the guy except for the fact that he's completely unstable. I was scheduled to face him the night he won the National Championship at Men & Monsters. Too bad I ended missing the show, I guess that was his fate, or maybe luck, who knows. Even though he lost, he was still impressive in his last match at Black Friday against Kirkbride. But me and him we're kindred spirits. Both of us are outcasts of society. But I do know one thing; I'll be in the fight of my life at The Clash, but you know what, so will Whitner & I hope he's prepared because I know damn well I am.