Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2021 6:36:05 GMT -5
Bonding (off-cam)
Ugh…
So there I was, sitting in my living room nursing a killer hangover. Which was a rarity since I didn’t really get hangovers. Hadn’t gotten in a decade. So I guess this one was Hangover: The Revengeance.
I remember all those mornings in those hotel and especially all those shitty motel rooms that I had spent for years and years. Go to a show, do my job, get drunk, wake up, hop in the car and drive off to the next town. Now, here I was. Sitting in my OWN living room. Huh. weird feeling.
But this wasn’t your usual morning after for another reason too, a fact I was alerted on when I heard footsteps and cussing from upstairs. I listened in and after a few moments Donny slowly made his way downstairs. He threw me a suffering glance, fetched a pitcher of water from the kitchen and plopped down on a recliner opposite to me.
“Fookin ‘ell old man. Remind me to NEVER go drink for drink with you ever again.” He spoke with a strained voice. If I was having a hangover, he looked like he wished he was dead. I couldn’t help but to chuckle.
“Kiddo, you really shouldn’t try to outdrink an old bastard like me. I was drinking people under the table before you were born. Still, it’s been a while since I’ve had a hangover this bad so I guess you weren't a total pushover.” still grinning I fished a pair of painkiller from my pocket and tossed them to him. “Here, take these. It’ll take the edge off the pain. And don’t worry, thats over the counter stuff.”
The kid glanced at the pills, shrugged and downed them with a big gulp of water. I looked him over with a small grin still on my lips. “So, how was the guest room? Believe it or not you were the first one to crash there.”
He looked at me from under his lids, letting out a small groan. “Yeah, I could tell. That bed was murder old man. If you plan on entertaining any guests here, you REALLY need to get a new bed there.” he shifted around and threw an angry gaze at the window. The blinds were closed but the morning sun still shone in.
“Eh, I couldn’t tell. You wouldn’t believe the shitholes I’ve slept over the years. Besides, if I have guests over, you can bet your ass that A) they’re female and B) they share a bed with me. So I haven’t really given that much thought about the guest room. But hey, since you broke it in, I might aswell tell ya that if ya ever need to get away from that idiot roomie of yours, just gimme a call.”
The reason the Kiddo had crashed at my place was simple: He was rooming with another dude, infact it was the other guy he had started his night with. I had gotten a message from Donny at about 11pm asking if I felt like goin out for a few drinks. And when I got over to where they were at I understood why he called me. The roomie was an absolute pussyhawk. Or so he thought. He was slobbering all over anyone with a pair of tits, and embarrassing the fuck out of Donny in the process. So I grabbed the kid and took off to the other end of the bar. We did see the roomie head out after last call with a girl I was pretty sure was a lady of the night. And when Donny saw it, his expression spoke volumes so I invited him over. I actually have no idea how long we spent going through my liquor cabinet over here but judging by the way I was feeling… a long time.
I was shaken out of my thoughts as Donny spoke up. “You know old man, I just might take you up on that. As shitty as that bed was, still better than having to listen to the fuckers snoring or the sounds of sloppy drunken sex. Dude has NO sense of common courtesy. And the mornings with a girl filled with regrets meeting me in the kitchen… Yeah. I bet you can imagine”
Not really I thought to myself. Because for years I had been the other guy. Big reason why I stopped splitting rooms with other guys. Still remember the earful WMD gave me after we roomed together on a tour and I brought a girl to the room.
“Yeeeah..” I mumbled under my breath, giving a non-committal answer. “Why you rooming with him then? Why not just take off and find a place of your own”
Donny groaned and gave me a look that screamed are you fucking kidding me?. “Dude… You got ANY idea how much renting a flat costs here? I’m not some big star in a fucking local wrestling promotion. I’m just a personal trainer in a gym. So yeah, splitting a room is the only way. I told myself that it’d be the college experience without actually having to GO to a college”
That took me by surprise. I had thought the kid had gotten his education. “You didn’t go to college? The fuck kiddo?”
He let out a groan and again gave me the are you kidding me-look. “I was too busy taking care of mum ya know? And after that I left home to see the world. Didn’t exactly have time to think about college and shit. Besides, you’re one to talk. You were even younger than I am when you left home and embraced the touring lifestyle. So don’t you give me no lecture pops.” He stood up on shaky legs and glanced down to me. “Fuck it. Is there anything to eat in here?”
I was taken a bit aback by his retort. He was right after all. “Fair enough kiddo. There should be some pizza in the fridge. Go grab some an bring me too.”
He rolled his eyes and nodded. I found myself wondering again. He’d had a helluva rough childhood, with his mothers illness and all. And I was in no position to go all high and mighty on him. I had left home when I was 16 and out of the country by 18. Officially to chase my dream to be a professional wrestler… but in reality I wouldve joined the fucking foreign legion if thats what it took to get away from my cunt of a mother, may she rot in pieces.
The kid came back with a pizzabox and plopped it on the table. He’d also picked up two beers, tossing me the other one. It was imported stuff, Karhu-beer from back home. I couldn’t stand the pisswater americans called beer. The kiddo cracked his open and took a sip. “Man. This is almost better than the stuff I drank back home. Almost”
Now it was my turn to give him a glare. But then again, I couldn’t really argue. British beer was great. I cracked mine open and sipped it. But before I spoke up he beat me to it. “You know old man, speaking of mum. There is one thing she always wondered, and I’ve wondered after she passed. Why did you leave the UK? Mum told me you were on a roll of a lifetime, makin headlines and maineveting shows left right and center, until you just.. .vanished. She told me how she couldn’t find a damn thing about you for several years until a friend of hers sent her a tape of you wrestling over here.”
I almost did a spittake of my beer and ended up coughing as I had inhaled a bit. I didn’t expect that question. And in all fairness, it was a sore spot. The timing was impeccable though… It wasn’t that long since I had thought about that mess for the first time in decades. I composed myself and spoke up, trying to keep my voice from cracking. “Yanno kiddo… that is not something I’m particularly proud of. Didn’t want to leave but I didn’t have much choice. I’d rather not talk about it.”
Donny gave me an inquisitive look. “Huh. I mean… I figured over time that something did happen. Let’s just say I’m trying to fulfill a dying womans last wish by finding out.”
And that hit me hard. Who was I to deny him after that? I sighed and emptied my beer. “Fuck you kiddo. Fine.” I fell silent, fishing a cigarette from my pocket and lightning it up. “Long story short I had a disagreement with the boss about the fate of the top title over there, he didn’t think I was ready to be the champ yet, and I disagreed. By flipping his table and telling him to go fuck himself, assuming he could take the time off from sucking the cock of his current champ. As you’d imagine that went over splendidly and I found myself blacklisted from working on the isles. So I kicked around a few months until I got a booking over at Germany and headed there. Never stepped foot on UK soil since.”
I was cutting out a lot of stuff, but I figured that being concise and telling the important bits was the best choice. The kiddo didn’t need to hear about everything I did. He sipped his beer and chewed a piece of pizza while looking at me. “So in short old man, you flipped your lid cause shit didn’t go your way?”
“Yeah. pretty much.” who was I to argue, that was essentially what happened. “And it was just a first of many Kiddo. I’m not a journeyman by choice. I just have a tendency to speak my mind when staying quiet would be better on the long run.”
Donny leant back and stared at the ceiling. “Figured at much. Mum wouldn’tve minded though. She liked the fiery side of you. Or so she told me when I asked why I kept seeing you in different companies all the time. Just do me a favor old man, don’t fuck up this time aight? Ya got a good thing goin here. House, friends and fans. You get me?”
Yea I got him. Could hardly believe it myself. Here I was, in a house I owned bonding with someone half my age. With a boss who for some reason liked and trusted me in Jackson. And a chance to make some of the fuckups in my past right by winning the big one. Maybe this time I could get it right?
We spend the rest of the morning chatting away at various shit until Donny said he’d need to drop by his apartment and get ready for work. I told him that I’d come for a workout before Revolution and just like that I was left to my own devices again.
Weird feeling.
Ugh…
So there I was, sitting in my living room nursing a killer hangover. Which was a rarity since I didn’t really get hangovers. Hadn’t gotten in a decade. So I guess this one was Hangover: The Revengeance.
I remember all those mornings in those hotel and especially all those shitty motel rooms that I had spent for years and years. Go to a show, do my job, get drunk, wake up, hop in the car and drive off to the next town. Now, here I was. Sitting in my OWN living room. Huh. weird feeling.
But this wasn’t your usual morning after for another reason too, a fact I was alerted on when I heard footsteps and cussing from upstairs. I listened in and after a few moments Donny slowly made his way downstairs. He threw me a suffering glance, fetched a pitcher of water from the kitchen and plopped down on a recliner opposite to me.
“Fookin ‘ell old man. Remind me to NEVER go drink for drink with you ever again.” He spoke with a strained voice. If I was having a hangover, he looked like he wished he was dead. I couldn’t help but to chuckle.
“Kiddo, you really shouldn’t try to outdrink an old bastard like me. I was drinking people under the table before you were born. Still, it’s been a while since I’ve had a hangover this bad so I guess you weren't a total pushover.” still grinning I fished a pair of painkiller from my pocket and tossed them to him. “Here, take these. It’ll take the edge off the pain. And don’t worry, thats over the counter stuff.”
The kid glanced at the pills, shrugged and downed them with a big gulp of water. I looked him over with a small grin still on my lips. “So, how was the guest room? Believe it or not you were the first one to crash there.”
He looked at me from under his lids, letting out a small groan. “Yeah, I could tell. That bed was murder old man. If you plan on entertaining any guests here, you REALLY need to get a new bed there.” he shifted around and threw an angry gaze at the window. The blinds were closed but the morning sun still shone in.
“Eh, I couldn’t tell. You wouldn’t believe the shitholes I’ve slept over the years. Besides, if I have guests over, you can bet your ass that A) they’re female and B) they share a bed with me. So I haven’t really given that much thought about the guest room. But hey, since you broke it in, I might aswell tell ya that if ya ever need to get away from that idiot roomie of yours, just gimme a call.”
The reason the Kiddo had crashed at my place was simple: He was rooming with another dude, infact it was the other guy he had started his night with. I had gotten a message from Donny at about 11pm asking if I felt like goin out for a few drinks. And when I got over to where they were at I understood why he called me. The roomie was an absolute pussyhawk. Or so he thought. He was slobbering all over anyone with a pair of tits, and embarrassing the fuck out of Donny in the process. So I grabbed the kid and took off to the other end of the bar. We did see the roomie head out after last call with a girl I was pretty sure was a lady of the night. And when Donny saw it, his expression spoke volumes so I invited him over. I actually have no idea how long we spent going through my liquor cabinet over here but judging by the way I was feeling… a long time.
I was shaken out of my thoughts as Donny spoke up. “You know old man, I just might take you up on that. As shitty as that bed was, still better than having to listen to the fuckers snoring or the sounds of sloppy drunken sex. Dude has NO sense of common courtesy. And the mornings with a girl filled with regrets meeting me in the kitchen… Yeah. I bet you can imagine”
Not really I thought to myself. Because for years I had been the other guy. Big reason why I stopped splitting rooms with other guys. Still remember the earful WMD gave me after we roomed together on a tour and I brought a girl to the room.
“Yeeeah..” I mumbled under my breath, giving a non-committal answer. “Why you rooming with him then? Why not just take off and find a place of your own”
Donny groaned and gave me a look that screamed are you fucking kidding me?. “Dude… You got ANY idea how much renting a flat costs here? I’m not some big star in a fucking local wrestling promotion. I’m just a personal trainer in a gym. So yeah, splitting a room is the only way. I told myself that it’d be the college experience without actually having to GO to a college”
That took me by surprise. I had thought the kid had gotten his education. “You didn’t go to college? The fuck kiddo?”
He let out a groan and again gave me the are you kidding me-look. “I was too busy taking care of mum ya know? And after that I left home to see the world. Didn’t exactly have time to think about college and shit. Besides, you’re one to talk. You were even younger than I am when you left home and embraced the touring lifestyle. So don’t you give me no lecture pops.” He stood up on shaky legs and glanced down to me. “Fuck it. Is there anything to eat in here?”
I was taken a bit aback by his retort. He was right after all. “Fair enough kiddo. There should be some pizza in the fridge. Go grab some an bring me too.”
He rolled his eyes and nodded. I found myself wondering again. He’d had a helluva rough childhood, with his mothers illness and all. And I was in no position to go all high and mighty on him. I had left home when I was 16 and out of the country by 18. Officially to chase my dream to be a professional wrestler… but in reality I wouldve joined the fucking foreign legion if thats what it took to get away from my cunt of a mother, may she rot in pieces.
The kid came back with a pizzabox and plopped it on the table. He’d also picked up two beers, tossing me the other one. It was imported stuff, Karhu-beer from back home. I couldn’t stand the pisswater americans called beer. The kiddo cracked his open and took a sip. “Man. This is almost better than the stuff I drank back home. Almost”
Now it was my turn to give him a glare. But then again, I couldn’t really argue. British beer was great. I cracked mine open and sipped it. But before I spoke up he beat me to it. “You know old man, speaking of mum. There is one thing she always wondered, and I’ve wondered after she passed. Why did you leave the UK? Mum told me you were on a roll of a lifetime, makin headlines and maineveting shows left right and center, until you just.. .vanished. She told me how she couldn’t find a damn thing about you for several years until a friend of hers sent her a tape of you wrestling over here.”
I almost did a spittake of my beer and ended up coughing as I had inhaled a bit. I didn’t expect that question. And in all fairness, it was a sore spot. The timing was impeccable though… It wasn’t that long since I had thought about that mess for the first time in decades. I composed myself and spoke up, trying to keep my voice from cracking. “Yanno kiddo… that is not something I’m particularly proud of. Didn’t want to leave but I didn’t have much choice. I’d rather not talk about it.”
Donny gave me an inquisitive look. “Huh. I mean… I figured over time that something did happen. Let’s just say I’m trying to fulfill a dying womans last wish by finding out.”
And that hit me hard. Who was I to deny him after that? I sighed and emptied my beer. “Fuck you kiddo. Fine.” I fell silent, fishing a cigarette from my pocket and lightning it up. “Long story short I had a disagreement with the boss about the fate of the top title over there, he didn’t think I was ready to be the champ yet, and I disagreed. By flipping his table and telling him to go fuck himself, assuming he could take the time off from sucking the cock of his current champ. As you’d imagine that went over splendidly and I found myself blacklisted from working on the isles. So I kicked around a few months until I got a booking over at Germany and headed there. Never stepped foot on UK soil since.”
I was cutting out a lot of stuff, but I figured that being concise and telling the important bits was the best choice. The kiddo didn’t need to hear about everything I did. He sipped his beer and chewed a piece of pizza while looking at me. “So in short old man, you flipped your lid cause shit didn’t go your way?”
“Yeah. pretty much.” who was I to argue, that was essentially what happened. “And it was just a first of many Kiddo. I’m not a journeyman by choice. I just have a tendency to speak my mind when staying quiet would be better on the long run.”
Donny leant back and stared at the ceiling. “Figured at much. Mum wouldn’tve minded though. She liked the fiery side of you. Or so she told me when I asked why I kept seeing you in different companies all the time. Just do me a favor old man, don’t fuck up this time aight? Ya got a good thing goin here. House, friends and fans. You get me?”
Yea I got him. Could hardly believe it myself. Here I was, in a house I owned bonding with someone half my age. With a boss who for some reason liked and trusted me in Jackson. And a chance to make some of the fuckups in my past right by winning the big one. Maybe this time I could get it right?
We spend the rest of the morning chatting away at various shit until Donny said he’d need to drop by his apartment and get ready for work. I told him that I’d come for a workout before Revolution and just like that I was left to my own devices again.
Weird feeling.