Post by J on Jan 30, 2021 10:23:33 GMT -5
//Mijn familie//
(Off Camera)
29th of January 2021
Reno, Nevada
“Where would I be without you?” The contender for the UPRISING Champsionship was motorboating to his hearts content with his manager and wife and she giggled batting him away playfully.
“My eyes are up here! You know for a grown ass man you can be such a kid at times!” She pushes him back and he roars looking at her assaulting those mounds again, making her squirm and laugh as she’s fighting him off.
Then something interrupts them, the real world interferes with the fantasy of the two lovebirds.
The phone rang and she was pushing him back he was pushing her forth.
“Don’t pick it up, I’m training!”
“Luther Marcellus Thunder!”
That halted him on the spot,the full name kinda hit home, harder than it should, he watched her reach for his phone.
“Thunder, yeah sweetie he’s here. He’s just working on his restraint. I’ll hand it over.”
She smiles at him.
“It’s your sister.”
Handing over the phone, the man picks it up.
“What’s going on kiddo?”
There was an awkward silence before the scion of the family spoke up.
“Luth, I’m at home, Dad’s here he wants to talk to you.”
He sat up, she looked up at him, arching a brow, as if his missus knew something was wrong.
“Give the phone to him.” He said, his voice cold as ever, realizing this was a ploy, something they played him up to.
“Luther, you there?” A hoarse male voice spoke up.
It was him. Damien Dallas Thunder the patriarch of Thunder family, the journeyman wrestler who never won a single damn title, always on the road, on tour around the world but what he had to show for it all, scars, injuries, both inside and out no doubt. Yet the man had managed to give start to three children Luther, Nathaniel and Tara in that order, Luther the oldest considered himself the best wrestler of the trio, the most successful. Nathaniel or “Nate” was more of a garbage wrestler and few sandwiches short of a picnic basket to put it politely. While Tara had promise she never really made it to the main championships despite having a damn near deathgrip on some midcard gold, it was rather ironic to think that the youngest of them, the only sister they had was the one who had retired from in-ring competition or so she said herself, Luther knew she kept training still and wouldn’t be surprised at all to see her jump back to the shake of things if the right offer came around.
“What do you want old man?” He asked, a bit harsher than he had meant they were not on the best of terms, father and son. They had been once for a long time but lately with Luther being his own man focusing on his own life and career the two of them had drifted apart, a shame really.
“Your sister says you got a big match next week, in Reno was it?”
That little bitch, why’d she have to snitch him out to the old man.
“She did huh? Yeah, I got a match. Top title, main event. I’d say you know what it’s like but not sure if you even made it that far ever, did ya dad?”
Esme nudges him with her foot her eyes stern as ever as she mouthed out “knock it off” that woman had like a sixth sense with came to emotions, hers and other people’s as much as Luther adored and loved his wife sometimes it pissed him off just how well she could read him even when he tried to hide it.
“No, don’t think I did. Even if I had I didn’t win so why would anyone remember really..but this one isn’t about me. I wanted to call you myself but I don’t think you would have picked up..”
The old man knew his son, his sons pride and how he could be an immature little shit even well into his thirties.
“No don’t think I would have. Been busy, training. Chances like this don’t come along too often and I gotta keep the career going while I still can. Nobody can do it forever.”
That much they could both agree on at least, his dad cleared up his throat in the other end.
“I just wanted to reach out to you because..because we are family. You are my kid and we miss you here..your mother too.”
That old hag? Yeah right, if she had any resemblance of a human fiber in her being maybe but Luther remembered full well how the old battle axe had talked to his wife when he took her “home” for the first time. How she looked down at Esmeralda for being a wrestler and probably thought her son would have shacked up with some rich socialite bint so she could brag to her non-existent friends about how she had connections..
“I bet she does, look, can you get to the point? I’m kinda busy here as I said.”
Another silence, another attempt to clear his throat.
“Luther, as I said we are your family, me, ma, Tara and Nate and I was hoping..I was thinking that..if you don’t mind it. We’d like to be there for your match at Reno for this Revolution show..”
Oh he had checked up on something, of course not thoroughly enough.
“Coronation actually, Revolution is the bi weekly tv show, and UPRISING is the name of the company.”
“Bi weekly tv show huh? Of course, I don’t think we have the channels from the states to see it over here anyway..”
“It’s streamed online, actually but I don’t think you’d enjoy it. More of a modern take on wrestling than your old school style.”
“No, suppose I wouldn’t look, Luther. What I mean is me and your ma, we are getting older. We won’t be here forever and there will be a time when we are both dead and gone and when that time comes I’d like to think that you would have your siblings at your side. That you wouldn’t be all alone..that you would have your family..a family that supports you and this for every moment, ups and downs..”
“I already have a family dad. My wife is my family she is there for me, always has been and always will be. She is--”
DDT cut off his son, for the first time in ages.
“Luther, you know what I mean. Don’t lock us out of your life. We miss you and we want to be there for your big night, no matter what outcome, but if you don’t want us there..we won’t be there.”
Luther was baffled, he was half certain the old man would just let him know that they would be there regardless, he seemed at loss for words (for once).
“I’ll...I’ll think about it, okay?”
“That’s all that I’m asking. I’ll let you get back to your training and hey Luther?”
“Yeah dad?”
“Knock em’ dead son. You are a Thunder after all, good luck at Coronation.”
“Thanks.”
He listened to the dial tone before it died and stared at his phone mesmerized.
“Well?” His wife nudged him.
“..Tara went home, who the fuck is handling the operations if she’s in Netherlands..”
She scoffed.
“Nevermind that, I’m sure we got competent people there, but what did your dad want?”
“He wants to bring the family to watch my match at Coronation…”
She looked at him, every twitch in his face, every nerve any hint of what was going on in his head, silent, without a word as he went on.
“..they want to be there to mooch off on my success, or to be front row and center to watch me fail.”
She took a moment to take in what he just said, then nodded.
“Let them come, get them some good seats and show them just how damn good you really are. Let them watch from the sidelines just like the fans when your career soars into yet new heights again..”
He listened to the idea, it did have something to it.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Yeah you think about it.” She coos grabbing him by the hair and pushing him face first back to her chest. While Luther couldn’t see it Esme had a wicked little smirk on her lips, she knew just how this all would go and it made her that much happier.
“Now get up you big lug, you got to hit the gym!” She yanked him back and watched him blush.
Such a big sweet kid at heart...a real shame no one but Esme saw this side of her man, if they did maybe they would understand him better, but why would they try to see past the exterior or think beyond their own theories? He was a Thunder after all.
..and so was Esme, whether her in laws or anyone else liked it or not.