Post by Ryan Elias on Jun 18, 2019 16:13:56 GMT -5
Poised for the pin, the crowd gave Ryan cause for concern and instinctively he rolled off the pin in time for Lissie to land a leg drop onto Lister. Quick to his feet, Ryan delivered a stiff kick to Lissie, hooked her with the headlock and was ready for the H.M.G. only he froze, there in the ring, all the faces in the crowd, the cheering, the booing, the anger, the happiness, and in that moment Ryan let go as if possessed by something. He tried to not let go, but he let go. Control came back to him, he turned, a bicycle kick his greeting, darkness his new friend.
In the distance he heard a bell, an announcement, and then some music, but it wasn’t right, it was all wrong, it was someone else’s music, it was Lissies. Ryan tried to roll over, tried to get to his feet, he stumbled, crawled and used the ropes, hands guided him from the ring, guided him to the back, guided him to a medical table. Low grade concussion they told him, plenty of fluids and relaxation for a day or two, he’d be ok. But would he? What had happened?
JUNE 18th
Every single time I fall asleep it is the same thing, it is that moment, the moment when I…when…when I…When I lose control. I…I can’t explain it any other way. Everything was where it needed to be, where I wanted it, all of it in the grasp of my hand, all of it right there for the taking, and yet I…I…I did the unimaginable, the only thing that could stop me, I let go.
Ryan’s fingers did circles around the whiskey glass as he sat at the bar, his mind lost in his own thoughts, Tomai simply left to stare at his longtime friend and boss. Neither of them spoke for a while, they just sat there, perhaps pondering the world, perhaps pondering the future, perhaps not pondering anything at all.
It could be worse you know, I mean through all of this, through everything, you could have been the one to be pinned. I mean look at the Brightside in this, it’s not like Lissie actually beat you for a second time. Technically she beat Lister, just saying.
Ryan managed a half grin, his head never turning, his fingers never stopping their motion around the rim of the glass. His focus instead on the mirror behind the bar, the mirror that he saw his reflection in, the mirror that wasn’t lying to him. Something was wrong, Ryan could feel it. Not like a man with arthritis on a stormy day, not this was different; this was a guttural feeling he had.
It is a nice sentiment Trudy, but I cannot be that guy, I cannot be a hypocrite. Lissie deserves her win, deserves the recognition and I can’t take that from her, now would I really want too. Fact is Trudy there is something wrong, something inside of me that is not right, something that is…is imperfect.
Pain filled Ryan’s words as he spoke, the very idea that all that he had strived for was falling apart was killing him to the core. Taking from him the very essence of who he was, he was drowning in the idea that maybe, just maybe everything was for not, that all the work, all the effort amounted to little, that it was time not well spent at all, time that he had wasted, he would never get back.
It’s a bad run, I mean you have lost matches before. Like you always say, you can’t truly with them all, no one can pull that off, and everyone eventually loses. I mean, you always say the idea of perfection that people have isn’t the reality of what perfection is, and now, now you want to sit there and because you lost three matches in a row act like the world is god damn over. Jesus Ryan, get it together, or is your bleeding Vagina going to put you on the shelf?
Tomai’s fire was impressive, strong for sure, but Ryan didn’t hear it, he only heard the words. For Ryan he was lost in his mind, Remembering when he climbed the mountain of GOW to win the Legends Title, or when he Defeated the Legend “the Gambler” Jack Daniels to reclaim the Legends title for the last time, a time when he would hold the title until he was run out by Michael. Six years he had given that company, three of them he spent as the Legends or World Champion as many would call it. The greatest champion they had ever seen, and now, now he couldn’t beat a head case, a steroid infused Jock, or an attractive red headed woman. My how the mighty have fallen.
Not like this, never like this.
Ryan stood up, slung the whiskey glass into the mirror, both of them shattering and falling to the floor. Before Tomai could even get it all together, Ryan was gone, the door to his bar room slamming shut as he exited. Tomai just sat back down, for the first time he could remember, Ryan was broken, and he should have seen it coming, should have seen the signs.
In the distance he heard a bell, an announcement, and then some music, but it wasn’t right, it was all wrong, it was someone else’s music, it was Lissies. Ryan tried to roll over, tried to get to his feet, he stumbled, crawled and used the ropes, hands guided him from the ring, guided him to the back, guided him to a medical table. Low grade concussion they told him, plenty of fluids and relaxation for a day or two, he’d be ok. But would he? What had happened?
JUNE 18th
Every single time I fall asleep it is the same thing, it is that moment, the moment when I…when…when I…When I lose control. I…I can’t explain it any other way. Everything was where it needed to be, where I wanted it, all of it in the grasp of my hand, all of it right there for the taking, and yet I…I…I did the unimaginable, the only thing that could stop me, I let go.
Ryan’s fingers did circles around the whiskey glass as he sat at the bar, his mind lost in his own thoughts, Tomai simply left to stare at his longtime friend and boss. Neither of them spoke for a while, they just sat there, perhaps pondering the world, perhaps pondering the future, perhaps not pondering anything at all.
It could be worse you know, I mean through all of this, through everything, you could have been the one to be pinned. I mean look at the Brightside in this, it’s not like Lissie actually beat you for a second time. Technically she beat Lister, just saying.
Ryan managed a half grin, his head never turning, his fingers never stopping their motion around the rim of the glass. His focus instead on the mirror behind the bar, the mirror that he saw his reflection in, the mirror that wasn’t lying to him. Something was wrong, Ryan could feel it. Not like a man with arthritis on a stormy day, not this was different; this was a guttural feeling he had.
It is a nice sentiment Trudy, but I cannot be that guy, I cannot be a hypocrite. Lissie deserves her win, deserves the recognition and I can’t take that from her, now would I really want too. Fact is Trudy there is something wrong, something inside of me that is not right, something that is…is imperfect.
Pain filled Ryan’s words as he spoke, the very idea that all that he had strived for was falling apart was killing him to the core. Taking from him the very essence of who he was, he was drowning in the idea that maybe, just maybe everything was for not, that all the work, all the effort amounted to little, that it was time not well spent at all, time that he had wasted, he would never get back.
It’s a bad run, I mean you have lost matches before. Like you always say, you can’t truly with them all, no one can pull that off, and everyone eventually loses. I mean, you always say the idea of perfection that people have isn’t the reality of what perfection is, and now, now you want to sit there and because you lost three matches in a row act like the world is god damn over. Jesus Ryan, get it together, or is your bleeding Vagina going to put you on the shelf?
Tomai’s fire was impressive, strong for sure, but Ryan didn’t hear it, he only heard the words. For Ryan he was lost in his mind, Remembering when he climbed the mountain of GOW to win the Legends Title, or when he Defeated the Legend “the Gambler” Jack Daniels to reclaim the Legends title for the last time, a time when he would hold the title until he was run out by Michael. Six years he had given that company, three of them he spent as the Legends or World Champion as many would call it. The greatest champion they had ever seen, and now, now he couldn’t beat a head case, a steroid infused Jock, or an attractive red headed woman. My how the mighty have fallen.
Not like this, never like this.
Ryan stood up, slung the whiskey glass into the mirror, both of them shattering and falling to the floor. Before Tomai could even get it all together, Ryan was gone, the door to his bar room slamming shut as he exited. Tomai just sat back down, for the first time he could remember, Ryan was broken, and he should have seen it coming, should have seen the signs.