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| The Rodriguez Brothers | Feb 13 2011, 08:43 AM Post #1 |
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A Hospital is the Loneliest place on earth. At any time it’s filled to capacity with hundreds of people, doctors, nurses, visitors and patients alike, and yet the doctors and nurses are just there doing their job, ever present but with a sense of professional detachment that forbids them from making a connection with their patients, your fellow patients are in the same boat as you but the sense of camaraderie is limited to the depth and the seriousness of the afflictions they grapple with…that room mate you enjoy talking to during the early hours of the morning when you can’t sleep probably enjoys talking to you, but rest assured the only things they’re really thinking about is who’s coming to visit them and when they’re going to get out. Visitors are probably the most crucial luxury a hospital can have, but even then they’re only there for designated amount of time, when visiting hours are over, when the sun has gone down and once you’ve eaten what passes for “Food” and your room mate has fallen asleep, it’s only inevitable… You’re alone with your thoughts, alone in a building full of people that reeks of disinfectant, a chorus of beeps and clicks performing in symphony from nearby pieces of hospital equipment, the perfect “Music” to ponder your future by. Of course I had visitors, Ryan dropped by once or twice, letting me know his time in wrestling was done, that his Knee Injury no longer allowed him the chance to step into the ring, his “Transition” to Road Agent was a prospect that he seemed genuinely happy with, so in turn I was happy with him, Sabina ever a constant companion at his side, but I could see in her eyes that any steps we’d taken on a mutual journey of self discovery and becoming closer together had all been in vain, she only stayed as long as Ryan did and any attempts to strike up conversation with her were promptly reduced to small talk, finally Ryan’s duties as a Road Agent prevented him from stopping in altogether, it was almost a relief. A “Care Package” from Torres and the rest of The Corporation arrived, the basket filled with cookies not fit for consumption, a few magazines and some bright cheery cards full of well wishes from the rest of the group, I should say from “Torres” because I sincerely doubted that DJ and Raven could have been persuaded to write anything positive unless Torres tracked them down and forced them to, the gesture made me smile, but when Torres came to visit I learned that the state of The Corporation was in worse shape then I’d thought it was. A painfully sincere Torres wanted me to “help” her “Change” Raven and DJ, I sat there while she outlined plan after plan to somehow “reform” them, I tried to be positive but in the end it was too much, responding less than graciously I told her that I wouldn’t help her under any circumstance, in my mind DJ wasn’t capable of changing because he didn’t want to, and Raven was an equally hopeless case where redemption was concerned. Judge not lest you be judged… Yet court was in session and I passed judgement harshly that day, understandably the cards and visits from Torres stopped coming, and a few days ago The Corporation crumbled and fell apart when Beautiful Shame pulled the plug themselves. We lost the Tag Team Titles, Matt Anderson probably sat up in his office and laughed at us, he probably had a bet riding on how long it would take for us to lose the belts, and he probably won that bet too. Marcus and Kevin were constant companions whenever they could find the time, and time was something I had a lot of, what should have been a two day stay in the hospital at the most turned into five days when the wounds in my head became infected, My cuts had required at least one hundred and fifty stitches to close, and the infection made the scars throb and itch, combine that with the rehab needed on my arm from Xtreme Fusion’s calculated attempt to put me on the shelf and I guess I’m lucky I was able to leave the pristine spotless corridors of the hospital when I did. By the time the doctor came with my discharge papers I was dressed and sitting on my bed, after signing I reluctantly rode the Hospital Policy enforced Wheelchair to the front door before stepping out into a beautiful sunny day, the fresh air and birdsong nearly bringing tears to my eyes. And going home had never felt sweeter. -- Breakfast was a simple affair, but it had never tasted better, anything would have tasted better than the carefully measured and pre-planned slop I’d eaten at the hospital, while I ate I busied myself with my website checking out the backlog of forum posts and well wishes from my fans. Seeing their concern helped me find my smile again, God only knew it had been hard to find during the last few days, at my weakest points I’d lay there in bed and wondered if I even wanted to step back into the SVO ring, With Nicky Jam working out of the ring now I wasn’t sure who if anyone would have our back, and SVO wasn’t a place where you wanted to roam solo, chances were I’d suffer the same fate as a hapless animal on the Serengeti Plains, ripped apart by a pack of hungry Lions. And Nathan Paradine was nothing short of a Lion. Thinking about him brought a surge of anger bubbling up deep from the well of my self control, without being aware of it I traced my fingers over the scars I had left, a neat circular scar running almost all the way around my skull… And Beautiful Shame has not forgotten my name, with rumours of my impending return they’ll begin talking about me, telling me that if I want revenge to come and try to take it, I don’t want revenge, but deep in the back of my mind a small voice made convincing arguments, Beautiful Shame had violated me in a profound way, a blasphemous way, and it made me see red if stopped to think about it long enough. I told myself that I didn’t want revenge, that if I fought Beautiful Shame it would simply be justice, that I’d always fought against bullies and never backed down, never surrendered. But that small voice in the back of mind gnashed it’s teeth and lunged at the edges of confinement, nothing but Beautiful Shame’s blood would satisfy it, clenching my fist I brought it down hard on the table, the sudden impact was loud and the pain that shot up my hand brought me back to some kind of clarity. “I am NOT that kind of man…” My voice shook as I spoke and even I had to admit I didn’t sound as convincing as I should have. Getting up I left my dirty dishes on the table and grabbed my jacket, beating a hasty retreat from my apartment. I needed to talk to someone about this, get this off my chest before it consumed me. Have Faith… It’s what I told my fans, it was my catchphrase, it was something I used to believe in. But now I was beginning to question that word “Faith” Was I just a hypocrite? And if that was the case was I even worthy of the following I’d developed? What kind of role model would I be if I embraced the cold cruel concept of revenge, I’d become an animal much like Beautiful Shame with no comprehension of right and wrong. I “didn’t” want to become like Beautiful Shame,they are monsters and not only that they loved being monsters, they’d gazed into the Abyss and the Abyss had looked back at them and taken them to a place where they would rise above such things as morality and compassion. Getting on my bike with my thoughts in utter turmoil I head for the church where I’d met Father Noah, if anyone could offer me guidance in my time of need it would be him. -- The little voice in the back of my head took on my father's voice. ((You’re going to church?)) it laughed at me ((Now of all times? You’re a filthy sinner and you’re going to hell! Do you think Church is there for us when we “feel” like going? NO! Our house of worship DEMANDS our attention, it DEMANDS our loyalty! Our devotion! Anyone who isn’t there week after week begging for forgiveness isn’t truly LOYAL! If you go to Church only when you FEEL like it then you’re just using our Good Lords Grace and trying his patience, you’re lying to yourself! Running to the embrace of our Heavenly Father in your time of Need! You don’t deserve the Lords guidance you filthy sinner!)) I didn’t know when the culmination of trials and tribulations of the last four months of my life had given birth to this malicious voice in the back of my head, but it was hard to ignore, it wasn’t as if I was being assaulted by some unseen force or separate entity, the thoughts were my own, born from my own mind yet being delivered in the same tone as that of my father. I stopped with my hand on the door of the Church, I remembered the peace and serenity I’d felt the last time I’d gone inside, I remember liking Father Noah, finding his particular brand of guidance enlightening and refreshing, and truly if there was anyone who could help me right now it was him. ((Filthy sinner…you’re not worthy of the Lords Guidance! Don’t taint his home with your impure thoughts!)) Pulling my hand away I shook my head Perhaps spiritual guidance wasn’t what I needed at this time… Turning I got back onto my bike and headed for the gym, Marcus would be able to put me through the paces, help me get my mind off of it’s inner turmoil. -- “Talk to me…” Marcus’s voice was soft spoken with a hint of a British accent, he stood an inch or two shorter than me yet his body was a fine example of what mental and physical discipline could accomplish, further more he’d been like a father to me when I’d needed him, he always seemed to know what to do or what to say. He’d watched me pummel the punching bag for half an hour before making his way over, knowing I’d wanted to blow off some steam from the moment I’d come through the door he’d kept his distance and let me do just that, now that my injured arm was aching and I was beginning to slow down he made his way over with a bottle of water and a chair. “Beautiful Shame…” I managed to gasp Marcus nodded “Formidable” he simply replied “Yeah…” I said greedily partaking of the water, I closed my eyes and let it run down my throat and spill down my shirt, taking a deep breath I opened my eyes and looked at Marcus. “I think…” Marcus began “That right now you shouldn’t worry about Beautiful Shame right now, easier said than done I know, but you’ve got Nathan Paradine this week and he’s definitely an opponent worthy of your full attention” “You’re right…he is a former Las Vegas Champion, and this match is to determine the number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles” “More than that…he’s got something to prove, and that makes him even more dangerous” Marcus said “Think about it, the man has been hand fed opponents who present him no Challenge, and while at Destiny Nathan Paradine’s performance was less than stellar, and now he’s got you, the former Tag Team Champion, he’s going to be looking to prove himself now more than ever, and beating you is going to be a great way for him to start proving himself” Marcus was right of course, with my mind racing in all directions I hadn’t even stopped to think about what Paradine’s motivations would be going into this fight. “You need to prove yourself as well” Marcus said “You need to prove to yourself and Chivo that you can still go out there and win matches, being laid up in the hospital as long as you have been and with your arm the way it is…it’s going to affect your self confidence” he said “Which is why you need to buckle down and focus, also…I’ve got a friend who can help you with your arm, I’ve gone ahead and scheduled you an appointment with him for this afternoon, he helps athlete’s with rehab when they’ve been hurt, he’s a former Wrestler himself” I took the business card and made note of the address “So what do you think?” Marcus asked me “I think you’re right about all of it…as usual” I said allowing myself a smile “But I think Nathan Paradine could be a trap…he runs with Cody Williams, This could very well be me versus Paradine and Williams” “Take Josh with you” Marcus Suggested “He’d only be too happy to watch your back, he may complain at first but there’s nothing he likes better than a fight” Having Joshua in my corner all Six foot four of him was an appealing thought, the man was like a brick wall and I’d never seen anything even come remotely close to breaking him, Nathan Paradine himself would probably find it difficult, I nodded and tucked the business card into my pocket “I’ll do that” I said feeling better already “Good, I’ll feel better knowing he’s with you” Marcus said standing up and putting his hand on my shoulder “Now go get cleaned up, you shouldn’t be late for your first appointment” -- “Hey You…” I looked up and saw her standing next to my bike “It was….Karen right?” Her face lit up at the mention of her name “Hey you remembered…not bad, if you could remember my birthday I might consider keeping you” she said with a smile “How have you been?” I asked her, I’d first met her outside of Cliff’s, someone had been trying to rape her, she’d been grateful for my assistance and promised to repay my kindness, But then I’d gotten injured and forgotten about her, sinking into my own Melancholy. “I’ve been looking for you” she said approaching me, she was wearing my jacket I’d let her borrow the night she’d been attacked, her shirt had been torn and I’d let her borrow it to keep her warm, she was wearing it now and I had to admit it looked good on her “You fell off the face of the earth for awhile” she said. “I was in the hospital” I said “I heard” Karen said stopping in front of me and looking up at me “You didn’t think you were going to be able to get away from me that easily did you? I still owe you my life…I intend of repaying that debt” “I don’t hold debts over anyone’s head” I told her ((Except Beautiful Shame….)) I quickly thought “I know you don’t…you are the epitome of a nice guy” she said “Any girl would be lucky to have you, but I still want to repay you, for one night at least…so how about dinner tonight?” she said “My treat” The idea sounded fine, and the word “Dinner” made me remember that I’d only had a small breakfast. “I’d like that…but I don’t want you feeling like you owe me something because I saved you, I didn’t save you from that man because I wanted a favor” I said She reached up and touched my face, the gesture was gentle, fleeting even “I know…you’re a rarity” she said “But humor me...ok?” she said looking up at me with a wink “Alright” I said breathing out a small sigh as she drew her hand away, the simple touch was a painful reminder of just how long it had been since anyone had touched me like that. “Oh and I thought you might want this back” she said taking my jacket off and slipping it over my shoulders “I told you I’d get it back to you. The jacket was warm and it smelled like her, “I’ll meet you at Cliff’s” she said “Around seven…how’s that?” “I’ll see you there” “Yes you will” she smiled standing up on her tiptoes she pressed a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth and then before I could remember to breath she was walking to her car. “See you tonight Chezina!” she called over her shoulder. I watched her walk to her car, watched the movement of her hips and the way her long legs closed the distance between her and the car, I began to have thoughts less than pure, but rather than push them away I held onto them, embellished them, imagined what it would have been like if her kiss had been deeper…longer. They were a refreshing change from the inner turmoil that Beautiful Shame and Nathan Paradine presented me. Getting on my bike I zipped up my jacket and revved up my bike, Karen’s kiss still on my lips and her body heat on my skin, pulling out of the parking lot I put my priorities in order, I’d stop by and see Marcus’s friend…Draven, hopefully he’d be able to help me get my arm back to one hundred percent, I’d talk to Josh about coming to the next few shows with me and hopefully taking the bull’s-eye off my back, then dinner with Karen… And after that…well we’d see where the night took us from there. |
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