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| Tristan Walker | Dec 8 2007, 09:45 PM Post #1 |
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Empty. All of it, just completely sparse. Not a whiff, not even a sniff of one single portion inside. Empty. All gone, disappeared, and vanished. Empty. Is one word to describe my feelings right now. Not about my thoughts, my feelings towards my career, and towards my life. Empty. I don’t feel as though there is much left here for young Tristan Walker. Sure, he has a good thing going, plenty of matches, only one loss under his belt so far, but that’s the thing. When it comes to wrestling, I was yet to experience this dilemma, until last week. A loss came as a major shock to the system, and to be honest I do not wish to feel its force ever again. Losing is something Tristan Walker does not do. Losing, is something for those who are weak and useless. Considering the stage that was set, Hardcore Championship on the line, I should have risen to the occasion and been the top dog and kicked that clown’s ass. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Now I’m thinking was me becoming a wrestler ever meant to be? I am contradicting myself with this…. I can be so much more outside of wrestling. I could be a businessman. I could take up guitar and join a band. I could even have gotten a job here at the casino as a waiter or a dealer, doesn’t matter, but whatever I would have done I probably done a hell of a better job there than here. I have to face the facts guys; I’m a failure here at sVo. This isn’t working and isn’t going anywhere. I will have an announcement to make come next Sunday and it will be quite huge, regarding my career. I hope you all tune into it and watch, as you will be kicking yourselves if you won’t. But right now, all I can say is have patience…have patience…. “Oh stop being a sad act and help me unpack” Jefferson pushed me playfully in the arm. I just frowned at him and started to take out some plain t-shirts from the brown leather suitcase perched upon Jefferson’s bed. He had just been on a weekend trip with his share of the money from my pay check. He stayed in a motel in New York City, because that’s all he could afford after the flight and expensive dinner he had. I think it was probably the most amount of money he ever spent in one weekend, and he seemed to like it. But I stayed at home, stewing in my misery of my loss against Spring Heeled Jackass, who miraculously managed to beat me. I still don’t remember how myself, but however he did it was neither fair nor loyal. I know about his sordid affairs with Jon Page, he probably pulled some strings and BAM! Here’s your winner. Disgusting. Anyway, Jefferson had noticed this change in attitude from me and tried his best to wean me out of it, but to no use. I remained and still do, firmly sulking in my own mess, and yes I do like it. Makes me feel secluded and not the centre of attention. “Seriously, if you keep this up, then it will be the death of you” “Look, I don’t care. Just leave me alone, please. Come this Sunday it will all be over anyway….” “What is that supposed to mean?” He was looking curious but worried. I shook it off by shaking my head. “Doesn’t matter” “Well whatever you say, lad. But sort it yeah? I don’t want you feeling like crap all week and making the place look untidy” “I make the place look untidy?! Whose shoes are they by the front door?!” “Well mine bu-“ “And whose coat is always lying on the table when I come home from training?!” “Mine, but-“ “And who at every opportunity grabs my hard earned money and goes off for weekend trips, leaving me who actually makes a living for himself, at home by himself?!!” The colour from Jefferson’s face drained. I was breathing hard now, anger pulsating from my brain to my tongue. “I didn’t know you felt that way. Well next time you get the payment, I’ll save it up” “There won’t be a next time! I’m leaving, I can find my own place, you piss off and make your own living instead of scrounging off me, old man!” And without another syllable or another look at Jefferson, I slammed the door and ran. To where? I know not, but just away from that house, from him. If I had stayed there a minute longer, I would have knocked him out., which to be fair in his weak and fragile state, wouldn’t have been hard. I kept running, down alleyways, past shops, past bars and restaurants until I could run no more and I collapsed upon a bench, cold and wet from the rain as it touched my cheek, and I fell asleep. |
![]() Career Stats sVo Record: 2-0-0 Achievements: Became No.1 Contender for the Hardcore Championship in his debut | |
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