Post by devinstar on Nov 24, 2006 10:19:53 GMT -5
Devin Star sits in a hospital bed the morning after Felo-De-Se, when Christain Shields did a number on his knee. His cell phone is sitting on the table next to him, with a floral design curtain surrounding him. He looked pretty agitated, and then the phone rings. The Caller ID reads "Jamie Alamo". He answers it and holds it to his ear.
"Sup Jamie."
Devin nods as he's listening.
"Yeah, I got my knee torn up again. This Christain Shields guy did his homework."
Devin listens again, then sighs.
"I already told you, Jamie, I'm not going to retire..."
Devin listens again.
"You're right I've done everything. But that's never enough, Jamie. IWE fell through just when I was about to get a shot at the title. It drives me crazy."
Devin nods as he listens, and sighs.
"Jamie, you sound like my mom did when I told her that I was coming back! Listen, I'll be fine. Anyway, they couldn't clear me to wrestle this week, but I'll be back next week."
Devin starts to get a little angry as he continues listening.
"Of course I'm frustrated! First, I lose my shot at being a world champ again, then they refuse to put me in the IWE Hall of Fame, and now this crap with my knee! It's ridiculous!"
Devin shakes his head, listening again.
"I know I've done more by 23 than most wrestlers do in a lifetime, Jamie. Sorry for yelling at you. Really, with all the cash I've been making over the past 5 years, I probably could consider retirement...but I'm not going to. Jamie, I gotta retire from a title, not as some jobber rookie who lost the only match he was in!"
There is a long pause.
"Sorry, man...I'm just kinda...you know...upset right now. Anyway, as soon as they release me, I'm heading for the gym. I swear, I'm not gonna let next week be a repeat what happened against Shields! Talk to you later."
Devin waits a moment and hangs up the phone, setting it back on the table, left to his own thoughts as the screen fades to black.
"Sup Jamie."
Devin nods as he's listening.
"Yeah, I got my knee torn up again. This Christain Shields guy did his homework."
Devin listens again, then sighs.
"I already told you, Jamie, I'm not going to retire..."
Devin listens again.
"You're right I've done everything. But that's never enough, Jamie. IWE fell through just when I was about to get a shot at the title. It drives me crazy."
Devin nods as he listens, and sighs.
"Jamie, you sound like my mom did when I told her that I was coming back! Listen, I'll be fine. Anyway, they couldn't clear me to wrestle this week, but I'll be back next week."
Devin starts to get a little angry as he continues listening.
"Of course I'm frustrated! First, I lose my shot at being a world champ again, then they refuse to put me in the IWE Hall of Fame, and now this crap with my knee! It's ridiculous!"
Devin shakes his head, listening again.
"I know I've done more by 23 than most wrestlers do in a lifetime, Jamie. Sorry for yelling at you. Really, with all the cash I've been making over the past 5 years, I probably could consider retirement...but I'm not going to. Jamie, I gotta retire from a title, not as some jobber rookie who lost the only match he was in!"
There is a long pause.
"Sorry, man...I'm just kinda...you know...upset right now. Anyway, as soon as they release me, I'm heading for the gym. I swear, I'm not gonna let next week be a repeat what happened against Shields! Talk to you later."
Devin waits a moment and hangs up the phone, setting it back on the table, left to his own thoughts as the screen fades to black.