Post by thesouthsidekid on Feb 16, 2007 1:51:26 GMT -5
Part One: A walk in the park.
It was a cold Wednesday afternoon, and I was walking in the park. There was crispness in the air. This was the type of crispness that showed signs of a new bloom to come very soon. It was mystical. I walked around in the park setting I saw little kids playing in the snow, making snowmen, having snowball fights. With the laughter on their face and the brightness in their eyes, it made me realize something. They are the crispness, they are the new bloom, they are the future.
Seeing the children at play made me almost forget the things going on in my life. It made me forget why I was even out on this day walking through this park. I can only think of a couple of reasons. I needed to get out. I’ve been keeping myself couped up for too long trying to be prepared for matches, that I just needed to take my mind off it for a little bit.
The other reason I really didn’t realize until I saw the kids playing. They are naïve to everything. They don’t have a tragedy to deal with. They are carefree. It makes me think of a time long ago when I too was carefree. But, those days were long gone. I’m 20 years old, and already I’ve probably seen more things that people twice my age have. They say misery loves company, and it sure loves me pretty well.
But today, I am forgetting the misery as I sit down on a bench and watch these children play. I yearned to be that age again. I yearned to have the world in front of me again. I yearned to maybe change a few things in my life. But I realize that God has a reason for these things. I know that he gives a hand and it’s a matter of how we deal with it.
I continued to watch as another set of kids were playing kickball. These kids had to be no older than 9. One little boy rolled the ball down the middle, and the boy at bat blasted the ball as far as the eye can see in the air. One young boy was giving chase. He almost had it, he dove for it as the batter was making his rounds. It was an all or nothing situation. He tipped it, but just out of his fingers. The little boy was not mad as the ball bounced out into the street. He picked himself up and dusted off his overcoat and yelled.
Boy: I’ll get it!
And just like that, the young boy ran through the field in attempts to get the ball, which had stopped in the street. Not looking both ways, he bolted out into the street and grabbed the ball. Just then, a loud horn rang out and the sound of screeching noise rang out in the air. Then silence…………….
Silence is deadly. That is something that we would soon find out. There I didn’t hear anything, but as I looked up from my near daydream, I saw people running. I quickly glanced around and I saw traffic stopped in the middle of the street. I immediately thought the worst of the situation and I got up off the bench I was seated on and made my way to the street. There he was…………..
The young kid that gave chase to the ball was lying in the middle of the street, unconscious. He had been struck by a car by the distance from the vehicle he was. He must have been 7 feet from the nearest vehicle. I glanced over and saw the car, a Cadillac, with a big dent in the hood and the grill of the car knocked out upon impact. As I looked over the car, I saw that this car had 20” shining chrome rims and was decked to the helm.
I turned my attention back to the kid. The impact was not only enough to knock him back that far, but his toboggan was nowhere to be found, as was one of his boots. I walked down the street for a few paces and picked up his toboggan. I searched for his boot, but it was nowhere to be found. I decided that was not important until I turned to walk back towards the kid and saw it in a bush. This was at least 18 feet from the scene. I picked it out of the bush and began to make my way back to the scene. There was a big mob of people surrounded around. I fought my way through the crowd to near the kid. Just then a few bystanders started to speak up.
Bystander: Has anyone called 911!
Bystander 2: I did. They should be getting here at any moment.
I reached down and checked the kid for signs of major trauma. I checked the back of his head, there was blood coming out of it, it covered my hand and it was a warm sensation. I motioned for a towel and a young woman handed me a towel. I wiped my hand off and folded the towel behind his head and propped it off the ground. I then opened an eyelid to see if his eyes showed any signs of life………………….
Nothing. No one home. Finally, there was only one more thing I could check for. I needed to see if the kid was even alive. I placed my index and middle finger in the jugular vein near his collarbone. I felt around, nothing…….the kid was dead. But how did I break it to the bystanders. And more over, how did I find the person that did this. So young, so full of life. That what he was five minutes ago. Now he is gone. Taken away just like that. It made me think how precious and short life was in that moment. One of the bystanders came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder as I stood up.
Bystander 3: Well.
He’s dead.
With that there was a moment of silence as a young woman started to yell. I glanced as she was running down the street.
Woman: Billy…………….BILLY!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! BILLY!!!!!!!
The woman picked up to full sprint and made her way to the crowd. She shoved through and she made it to the middle of the crowd, and there she immediately fell to her knees and began to weep uncontrollably. He held the head of the child in her lap!
Woman: BILLY!!!!! MY BABY!!!!!!!! WHO KILLED HIM!!! MY BABY BOY!!!!!! NO, NOT YOU BILLY!!!!!
She looked up. Her eyes were swollen with the tears. She screamed at the crowd!!!!!
Woman: WHO DID THIS!!!!!!! WHO KILLED MY SON!!!!!!!! WHO!!!!!!!!!
I saw out of the corner of my eye, a young man, looking no more than my age, start to back away from the crowd and make his way to the Cadillac. I quickly turned and followed him and stopped him before he could get in his car.
Are you the owner of this car?
Man: Yeah.
Were you about to flee the scene?
Man: You could say that?
Hmm………..yeah, I could say that………..yeah. A young kid is lying in the middle of the road dead because of your actions, and you aren’t going to own up to your actions!
The young man looked at my face. He was clean shaven, a decent looking fellow. He had had to be well to do based on the car he was driving. He had a smug look on his face, like this incident inconvenienced him. He tried to pulls away from me, but I stopped him dead in his tracks.
Man: Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m not about to ruin my life because some
ing kid ran out in front of my car. It’s his mother’s fault for not having better supervision!
I didn’t even know the kid in the road, but that last statement sent a bad vibe down my spine. It hit me to the core. It was almost as if the man was taking a cheap shot at me personally. What kind of audacity does this guy have to say such a thing. A mother lost her child! Something inside me snapped and I grabs the man by his throat and slammed him against his car. I wanted to do more but, for some reason, I didn’t. I released him and turned my back. All of a sudden, the man shoved me in the back.
Big Mistake. I turned around and the man got in my face.
Man: You got some balls to do that to me. You realize that I can sue you for everything you got!
Without thinking, I lashed out a quick right cross to the jaw and the young man went down to the cold pavement in a heap. He stood up and took a swing at my head. I dodged it and picked him up and slammed him back first onto the hood of his car. As he struggled to catch his breath, I put a forearm in his throat and got near his face.
We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is for you to go over there and turn yourself in. Or the hard way is that I kick your ass, and then you turn yourself in. What’s it gonna be?
I release the man’s throat, and I begin to turn and walk away. But I stop. I want to say something else to him, but what. I don’t even acknowledge he is still there, but I speak anyway.
By the way, sue me for what. I’m not the one that killed a kid with his car.
If only I had turned around to see the look on his face. But I didn’t because I had said and done, all that needed to be said and done for the situation. I turned and I walked up the street, not looking back, but shedding a tear for the young kid who lost his life.
Part two: Meeting Yukio
A day had passed since the incident. I still thought about it, and how tragedy makes us stronger, or can kill an already weakened state. I was backstage at a show and was making my rounds. I felt a little pain go through my stomach. Hunger. I was hungry for a lot of things, I was hungry for food, to nourish my body. I was hungry to prove myself on Felo De Se. I was hungry for redemption.
See, a couple week’s before, I had been booked on Felo De Se, but I had to pull out at the last minute dude to traveling problems and I couldn’t find a flight quick enough. But I am here today, ready. It was time to prove to the world, what I am all about. ‘
I turned down the corridor and made my way to the caterer’s table. It was truly a marvel. Every possible finger food and dish that you could think of. I almost didn’t know where to begin. There were sweets, sandwiches. Countless things. I had a sweet craving at the moment, but I knew that I needed something with substance. I looked up and there he was standing beside me. Yukio Blaze, my partner for this week on FDS. I stood and looked over the table, as did he. I reached out and grabbed a ham and swiss sandwich about the same time that Yukio grabbed a sandwich that was exactly the same. I looked up.
Well at least we have similar tastes.
Yukio: Yeah, it’s true. So I’m teaming up with you this week right.
That’s the rumor. Josh Dean is the name.
Yukio: Yukio Blaze.
So we’re facing Reckless and Christian Shields this week, right.
Yukio: Yeah, any strategy.
I thought about it for a second. Shields and Reckless aren’t exactly best friends and now they are stuck teaming together on FDS. This could get ugly for them. I let out a small chuckle. Yukio stared at me, wondering what was so funny.
Yukio: Well, you got anything.
It’s simpler than I thought actually. You’ve scene the Pay Per View card thus far. Well Reckless and Christian Shields are facing each other in a Last Man Standing match. They aren’t going to be on the same page. They want to make sure the other one is hurt before their match.
Yukio: So you’re saying we should just let their hatred for each other lead them to kill each other.
Pretty much………
Yukio: Josh, I don’t know you very well, but I already like you. We’re gonna be fine come match time.
Not a doubt in my mind. But I’m going to take this sandwich and eat. I’ll see you out there.
With that, Yukio extended his hand to me, I reached up and shook it. It’s nothing spectacular, just two men coming to an understanding of sorts. I walked away, with a confidence of knowing that my partner wouldn’t try to stab me in the back..
To Christian Shields
Redemption, the act of redeeming or something redeemed.Christian Shields, when I look at you, I see a young man, that is hungry for redemption. Things haven’t been going your way lately Christian. And I know that bothers you. You are a competitor. This is driven into our skulls since the first time we stepped into the wrestling schools.
But Christian, you already come into this match with a big deficit to overcome. You and Reckless, you aren’t exactly on each other’s Christmas Mailing lists. In fact, you two straight up just hate each other with a passion. How can you expect to co exist with a man Christian that would rather end your career as to look at you. You can’t. You won’t. Your chance for redemption is drawing to a close. It will soon disappear, just like a human life can in the blink of an eye.
To Reckless
Reckless, Reckless, Reckless. Everywhere we go, we cross paths again. When I talk about redemption, I got you in mind. You beat me at Crimson Existence. You took one mistake that I made, and you made me pay. Well, rest assured, that won’t happen again.
Reckless you got to understand what you are up against. I gave you everything I had at Crimson Existence, and after it was all said and done, you didn’t want anymore. Myself and Yukio Blaze, we may not know each other, but at least we can trust each other. Can you say that?
Didn’t think so. Reckless, understand something. Understand that it is not personal what happens to you at FDS at my hands or at the hands of Yukio Blaze. It is just business. See the way I see it, you and Christian have two choices. You can try to co-exist as a team for one night in an attempt to pick up a win, or you can let this grade school grudge control your frame of mind. What will you choose? I’m looking for redemption. I’m looking for that fresh start, like a new snowfall. A blank canvas. But think about what I’m trying to tell you Reckless, and you too Christian Shields, as the Franchise has spoken.
It was a cold Wednesday afternoon, and I was walking in the park. There was crispness in the air. This was the type of crispness that showed signs of a new bloom to come very soon. It was mystical. I walked around in the park setting I saw little kids playing in the snow, making snowmen, having snowball fights. With the laughter on their face and the brightness in their eyes, it made me realize something. They are the crispness, they are the new bloom, they are the future.
Seeing the children at play made me almost forget the things going on in my life. It made me forget why I was even out on this day walking through this park. I can only think of a couple of reasons. I needed to get out. I’ve been keeping myself couped up for too long trying to be prepared for matches, that I just needed to take my mind off it for a little bit.
The other reason I really didn’t realize until I saw the kids playing. They are naïve to everything. They don’t have a tragedy to deal with. They are carefree. It makes me think of a time long ago when I too was carefree. But, those days were long gone. I’m 20 years old, and already I’ve probably seen more things that people twice my age have. They say misery loves company, and it sure loves me pretty well.
But today, I am forgetting the misery as I sit down on a bench and watch these children play. I yearned to be that age again. I yearned to have the world in front of me again. I yearned to maybe change a few things in my life. But I realize that God has a reason for these things. I know that he gives a hand and it’s a matter of how we deal with it.
I continued to watch as another set of kids were playing kickball. These kids had to be no older than 9. One little boy rolled the ball down the middle, and the boy at bat blasted the ball as far as the eye can see in the air. One young boy was giving chase. He almost had it, he dove for it as the batter was making his rounds. It was an all or nothing situation. He tipped it, but just out of his fingers. The little boy was not mad as the ball bounced out into the street. He picked himself up and dusted off his overcoat and yelled.
Boy: I’ll get it!
And just like that, the young boy ran through the field in attempts to get the ball, which had stopped in the street. Not looking both ways, he bolted out into the street and grabbed the ball. Just then, a loud horn rang out and the sound of screeching noise rang out in the air. Then silence…………….
Silence is deadly. That is something that we would soon find out. There I didn’t hear anything, but as I looked up from my near daydream, I saw people running. I quickly glanced around and I saw traffic stopped in the middle of the street. I immediately thought the worst of the situation and I got up off the bench I was seated on and made my way to the street. There he was…………..
The young kid that gave chase to the ball was lying in the middle of the street, unconscious. He had been struck by a car by the distance from the vehicle he was. He must have been 7 feet from the nearest vehicle. I glanced over and saw the car, a Cadillac, with a big dent in the hood and the grill of the car knocked out upon impact. As I looked over the car, I saw that this car had 20” shining chrome rims and was decked to the helm.
I turned my attention back to the kid. The impact was not only enough to knock him back that far, but his toboggan was nowhere to be found, as was one of his boots. I walked down the street for a few paces and picked up his toboggan. I searched for his boot, but it was nowhere to be found. I decided that was not important until I turned to walk back towards the kid and saw it in a bush. This was at least 18 feet from the scene. I picked it out of the bush and began to make my way back to the scene. There was a big mob of people surrounded around. I fought my way through the crowd to near the kid. Just then a few bystanders started to speak up.
Bystander: Has anyone called 911!
Bystander 2: I did. They should be getting here at any moment.
I reached down and checked the kid for signs of major trauma. I checked the back of his head, there was blood coming out of it, it covered my hand and it was a warm sensation. I motioned for a towel and a young woman handed me a towel. I wiped my hand off and folded the towel behind his head and propped it off the ground. I then opened an eyelid to see if his eyes showed any signs of life………………….
Nothing. No one home. Finally, there was only one more thing I could check for. I needed to see if the kid was even alive. I placed my index and middle finger in the jugular vein near his collarbone. I felt around, nothing…….the kid was dead. But how did I break it to the bystanders. And more over, how did I find the person that did this. So young, so full of life. That what he was five minutes ago. Now he is gone. Taken away just like that. It made me think how precious and short life was in that moment. One of the bystanders came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder as I stood up.
Bystander 3: Well.
He’s dead.
With that there was a moment of silence as a young woman started to yell. I glanced as she was running down the street.
Woman: Billy…………….BILLY!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! BILLY!!!!!!!
The woman picked up to full sprint and made her way to the crowd. She shoved through and she made it to the middle of the crowd, and there she immediately fell to her knees and began to weep uncontrollably. He held the head of the child in her lap!
Woman: BILLY!!!!! MY BABY!!!!!!!! WHO KILLED HIM!!! MY BABY BOY!!!!!! NO, NOT YOU BILLY!!!!!
She looked up. Her eyes were swollen with the tears. She screamed at the crowd!!!!!
Woman: WHO DID THIS!!!!!!! WHO KILLED MY SON!!!!!!!! WHO!!!!!!!!!
I saw out of the corner of my eye, a young man, looking no more than my age, start to back away from the crowd and make his way to the Cadillac. I quickly turned and followed him and stopped him before he could get in his car.
Are you the owner of this car?
Man: Yeah.
Were you about to flee the scene?
Man: You could say that?
Hmm………..yeah, I could say that………..yeah. A young kid is lying in the middle of the road dead because of your actions, and you aren’t going to own up to your actions!
The young man looked at my face. He was clean shaven, a decent looking fellow. He had had to be well to do based on the car he was driving. He had a smug look on his face, like this incident inconvenienced him. He tried to pulls away from me, but I stopped him dead in his tracks.
Man: Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m not about to ruin my life because some
ing kid ran out in front of my car. It’s his mother’s fault for not having better supervision!I didn’t even know the kid in the road, but that last statement sent a bad vibe down my spine. It hit me to the core. It was almost as if the man was taking a cheap shot at me personally. What kind of audacity does this guy have to say such a thing. A mother lost her child! Something inside me snapped and I grabs the man by his throat and slammed him against his car. I wanted to do more but, for some reason, I didn’t. I released him and turned my back. All of a sudden, the man shoved me in the back.
Big Mistake. I turned around and the man got in my face.
Man: You got some balls to do that to me. You realize that I can sue you for everything you got!
Without thinking, I lashed out a quick right cross to the jaw and the young man went down to the cold pavement in a heap. He stood up and took a swing at my head. I dodged it and picked him up and slammed him back first onto the hood of his car. As he struggled to catch his breath, I put a forearm in his throat and got near his face.
We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is for you to go over there and turn yourself in. Or the hard way is that I kick your ass, and then you turn yourself in. What’s it gonna be?
I release the man’s throat, and I begin to turn and walk away. But I stop. I want to say something else to him, but what. I don’t even acknowledge he is still there, but I speak anyway.
By the way, sue me for what. I’m not the one that killed a kid with his car.
If only I had turned around to see the look on his face. But I didn’t because I had said and done, all that needed to be said and done for the situation. I turned and I walked up the street, not looking back, but shedding a tear for the young kid who lost his life.
Part two: Meeting Yukio
A day had passed since the incident. I still thought about it, and how tragedy makes us stronger, or can kill an already weakened state. I was backstage at a show and was making my rounds. I felt a little pain go through my stomach. Hunger. I was hungry for a lot of things, I was hungry for food, to nourish my body. I was hungry to prove myself on Felo De Se. I was hungry for redemption.
See, a couple week’s before, I had been booked on Felo De Se, but I had to pull out at the last minute dude to traveling problems and I couldn’t find a flight quick enough. But I am here today, ready. It was time to prove to the world, what I am all about. ‘
I turned down the corridor and made my way to the caterer’s table. It was truly a marvel. Every possible finger food and dish that you could think of. I almost didn’t know where to begin. There were sweets, sandwiches. Countless things. I had a sweet craving at the moment, but I knew that I needed something with substance. I looked up and there he was standing beside me. Yukio Blaze, my partner for this week on FDS. I stood and looked over the table, as did he. I reached out and grabbed a ham and swiss sandwich about the same time that Yukio grabbed a sandwich that was exactly the same. I looked up.
Well at least we have similar tastes.
Yukio: Yeah, it’s true. So I’m teaming up with you this week right.
That’s the rumor. Josh Dean is the name.
Yukio: Yukio Blaze.
So we’re facing Reckless and Christian Shields this week, right.
Yukio: Yeah, any strategy.
I thought about it for a second. Shields and Reckless aren’t exactly best friends and now they are stuck teaming together on FDS. This could get ugly for them. I let out a small chuckle. Yukio stared at me, wondering what was so funny.
Yukio: Well, you got anything.
It’s simpler than I thought actually. You’ve scene the Pay Per View card thus far. Well Reckless and Christian Shields are facing each other in a Last Man Standing match. They aren’t going to be on the same page. They want to make sure the other one is hurt before their match.
Yukio: So you’re saying we should just let their hatred for each other lead them to kill each other.
Pretty much………
Yukio: Josh, I don’t know you very well, but I already like you. We’re gonna be fine come match time.
Not a doubt in my mind. But I’m going to take this sandwich and eat. I’ll see you out there.
With that, Yukio extended his hand to me, I reached up and shook it. It’s nothing spectacular, just two men coming to an understanding of sorts. I walked away, with a confidence of knowing that my partner wouldn’t try to stab me in the back..
To Christian Shields
Redemption, the act of redeeming or something redeemed.Christian Shields, when I look at you, I see a young man, that is hungry for redemption. Things haven’t been going your way lately Christian. And I know that bothers you. You are a competitor. This is driven into our skulls since the first time we stepped into the wrestling schools.
But Christian, you already come into this match with a big deficit to overcome. You and Reckless, you aren’t exactly on each other’s Christmas Mailing lists. In fact, you two straight up just hate each other with a passion. How can you expect to co exist with a man Christian that would rather end your career as to look at you. You can’t. You won’t. Your chance for redemption is drawing to a close. It will soon disappear, just like a human life can in the blink of an eye.
To Reckless
Reckless, Reckless, Reckless. Everywhere we go, we cross paths again. When I talk about redemption, I got you in mind. You beat me at Crimson Existence. You took one mistake that I made, and you made me pay. Well, rest assured, that won’t happen again.
Reckless you got to understand what you are up against. I gave you everything I had at Crimson Existence, and after it was all said and done, you didn’t want anymore. Myself and Yukio Blaze, we may not know each other, but at least we can trust each other. Can you say that?
Didn’t think so. Reckless, understand something. Understand that it is not personal what happens to you at FDS at my hands or at the hands of Yukio Blaze. It is just business. See the way I see it, you and Christian have two choices. You can try to co-exist as a team for one night in an attempt to pick up a win, or you can let this grade school grudge control your frame of mind. What will you choose? I’m looking for redemption. I’m looking for that fresh start, like a new snowfall. A blank canvas. But think about what I’m trying to tell you Reckless, and you too Christian Shields, as the Franchise has spoken.
