Post by Shawn Styles on May 14, 2010 15:33:02 GMT -6
Time, the only real unstoppable force that has ever came into being. It is the only thing in existence that will never have an end, because it has no origin. Active long before anything else ever came into being, it is something that will always be around, even when the very planet we are living on is no more than a distant memory in the mind of the universe. Arguably older than any deity you may wish to believe in, and more powerful than anything an mere mortal that has ever tried to put his name on the hall of fame boards that are the history books. Time is what bounds us, for it is in knowing that our achievements in this life, however copious they may be, are limited, that is the motivations for all humans have accomplished since our conception. But of all the many realities that this world has to offer us, what of the most impossible of feats? That no man would ever be able to accomplish, to turn time backward. There are no implements in conventional society that would aid us in a task like this, though they have been the source of many a fanciful wonderment ever since man has discovered the powers held within the fourth dimension. To accomplish this, most improbable of impossible, requires no more than what separates us from the animal kingdom; our minds. And now to use that great weapon of ours and perform the most unfeasible of tasks, to turn back the clock. Back to a time of generations past, a decade of great change in the world - and an event that would change the wrestling world forever.
2006 - it was a year that marked great change in the world. And it was a year that changed the course of history for one Shawn Styles. Unbeknownst to him, the hands of fate were already at work, changing the landscape of the world he lived in and setting in motion all that was about to make him one of the most revered performers to ever step into the ring. He walked through the door angry, hardly the best possible way to enter a loving household, but that was the nature of emotions, overbearing as they are. The frustrations of what seemed like a lifetime were boiled up inside of him and it was down to the love of a good wife to put a dampener on the growing, rage fuelled, inferno that was brewing up inside of him. She looked at him, peering her heavenly blue eyes out of the book that she was reading and at once saw the torment inside that he was putting himself though.
Though it was no more than a handful of words. And their meaning was no more in depth than a boat that skims across the water. The tone and that unmistakable look in her eyes, it always seemed to melt whatever troubles he was having right away.
Not even the smallest bitter longing of annoyance remained as he planted a kiss on her lips, before slinking down onto the couch and wrapping a loving arm around her.
Procrastination was pointless, it would only worry her further. She was a forthright woman, it was one of the things he loved about her, and so now was no time to clam up. He would have to know, and she would have to tell him. Right now.
It wasn’t until they were spoken that he realized they were words he’d waited all his life to hear. Everything had been so good and yet at the same time there had been a gaping hole, one he had originally thought could be filled with finally claiming championship gold. Instead it would be filled with the dawning of a new kind of legacy, that of a child. They had lay there in bed for hours, just sitting and talking to each other, going over just how they were going to go about heading into such an unknown as seemingly unprepared as they were. Having such a weight lifted from her shoulders now it was only natural for her to drift off into an unperturbed sleep, leaving him to lay there on his own, contemplating alone all the changes that were now abound. These were one way changes, in that they would never be reversed and that his life from this moment onward would move in a different direction, and that’s when the fear began to creep in. Shawn Styles' life, for so long, had been about nothing.It was a succession of spectacular feats, victories and glory and it had taken so much out of him to achieve these and make something of the very little life had given him. Sliding very carefully from underneath the dormant body of his wife, Shawn slipped into a shirt and jeans and made his way out onto the night, giving only a passing glance back to the woman he loved, and not knowing how long it would be before he would return, if he would come back at all.
Dark of night, and the lonely shadow of a man travelling the empty streets, desperate for answers. Answers that could only come from within, and ones that he would have to have nothing less than the strictest of convictions behind. Selfishly, he could think of nothing more than himself. And though he knew that these thoughts were completely misdirected, he had already lost so much time and sacrificed so much in order to get just this far. Cursing at himself, he hated himself for thinking of a child as nothing more than an obstacle than the blessing it truly was. As a man, mentally, physically, financially all those things and more, he was more than ready. All things considered, this was the perfect time, but still he needed convincing. It were these trepidations, and more besides, that had brought him here. And there was only one person who could help him. Somebody who had been through all the things that were now racing through his mind at tremendous speed. A loudish knock at the door, for it was still barely morning, and he waited there, one of the longest knee trembling waits he had ever had to endure. Finally, the curtains rustled anxiously as the inhabitants were checking who would be calling at such an hour, and the lights in the front room were put on once they had discovered who it was. The door opened then, and Shawn looked on - desperate not to break down.
The words wouldn’t come to him straight away, and he would only have blurted out incoherent gibberish anyway. Shawn put it as simply as he possibly could.
Two glasses were set out, this was a day that Dennis Styles had been waiting some time for. And one that he thought may never come. Time had grown them both to a certain point in both their lives, and with the elder Styles now entering what would be the winter of his years on this earth. He had been hoping to see the day when he would be able to greet the next generation of Styles into this world, almost to the point where he began to wonder, what with Shawn's incessant obsession with his wrestling, if he would ever see that day. It was like some kind of old fashioned ritual, a few hundred years old and ten or so years too late, as he poured out a large brandy into a glass and brought it back to his son, sitting down anxiously on an old chair. Before Dennis even had the chance to sit down, Shawn had finished his drink, which drew a laugh from both of them.
Standing up slowly, his old spine nearly giving away, Dennis made his way over to the table and refreshed both their drinks.
Smiling widely, and only partly through embarrassment, Shawn looked down, thoughtfully.
It was weird, Shawn's hardened old man turning into an old sentimentalist. The two men embraced briefly, before Shawn made his way towards the door and back to the wonderful woman awaiting him. Before he left, Dennis had one last smile to raise before his son left, a small indication of the road ahead of him. As Shawn passed through into the dim light of a new day, he stopped momentarily and without looking back, asked the one question still haunting him.
Shawn stood there silent with his head turning to one side, trying to catch a glimpse of his old man standing in the doorway behind him, out of the corner of his eye.
With those final parting words, Shawn turned his head and made his way back home as his father's voice still echoed those last words through his head. Could he really be that man? It didn't matter, he had to be.
2006 - it was a year that marked great change in the world. And it was a year that changed the course of history for one Shawn Styles. Unbeknownst to him, the hands of fate were already at work, changing the landscape of the world he lived in and setting in motion all that was about to make him one of the most revered performers to ever step into the ring. He walked through the door angry, hardly the best possible way to enter a loving household, but that was the nature of emotions, overbearing as they are. The frustrations of what seemed like a lifetime were boiled up inside of him and it was down to the love of a good wife to put a dampener on the growing, rage fuelled, inferno that was brewing up inside of him. She looked at him, peering her heavenly blue eyes out of the book that she was reading and at once saw the torment inside that he was putting himself though.
Oh Darling, not that look...
Though it was no more than a handful of words. And their meaning was no more in depth than a boat that skims across the water. The tone and that unmistakable look in her eyes, it always seemed to melt whatever troubles he was having right away.
It's just... Oh nothing...
Not even the smallest bitter longing of annoyance remained as he planted a kiss on her lips, before slinking down onto the couch and wrapping a loving arm around her.
How was your day, honey?
Procrastination was pointless, it would only worry her further. She was a forthright woman, it was one of the things he loved about her, and so now was no time to clam up. He would have to know, and she would have to tell him. Right now.
I need to tell you something, and Shawn... It's big...
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It wasn’t until they were spoken that he realized they were words he’d waited all his life to hear. Everything had been so good and yet at the same time there had been a gaping hole, one he had originally thought could be filled with finally claiming championship gold. Instead it would be filled with the dawning of a new kind of legacy, that of a child. They had lay there in bed for hours, just sitting and talking to each other, going over just how they were going to go about heading into such an unknown as seemingly unprepared as they were. Having such a weight lifted from her shoulders now it was only natural for her to drift off into an unperturbed sleep, leaving him to lay there on his own, contemplating alone all the changes that were now abound. These were one way changes, in that they would never be reversed and that his life from this moment onward would move in a different direction, and that’s when the fear began to creep in. Shawn Styles' life, for so long, had been about nothing.It was a succession of spectacular feats, victories and glory and it had taken so much out of him to achieve these and make something of the very little life had given him. Sliding very carefully from underneath the dormant body of his wife, Shawn slipped into a shirt and jeans and made his way out onto the night, giving only a passing glance back to the woman he loved, and not knowing how long it would be before he would return, if he would come back at all.
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Dark of night, and the lonely shadow of a man travelling the empty streets, desperate for answers. Answers that could only come from within, and ones that he would have to have nothing less than the strictest of convictions behind. Selfishly, he could think of nothing more than himself. And though he knew that these thoughts were completely misdirected, he had already lost so much time and sacrificed so much in order to get just this far. Cursing at himself, he hated himself for thinking of a child as nothing more than an obstacle than the blessing it truly was. As a man, mentally, physically, financially all those things and more, he was more than ready. All things considered, this was the perfect time, but still he needed convincing. It were these trepidations, and more besides, that had brought him here. And there was only one person who could help him. Somebody who had been through all the things that were now racing through his mind at tremendous speed. A loudish knock at the door, for it was still barely morning, and he waited there, one of the longest knee trembling waits he had ever had to endure. Finally, the curtains rustled anxiously as the inhabitants were checking who would be calling at such an hour, and the lights in the front room were put on once they had discovered who it was. The door opened then, and Shawn looked on - desperate not to break down.
What's the matter, son?
The words wouldn’t come to him straight away, and he would only have blurted out incoherent gibberish anyway. Shawn put it as simply as he possibly could.
Dad... I'm going to be a father...
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Two glasses were set out, this was a day that Dennis Styles had been waiting some time for. And one that he thought may never come. Time had grown them both to a certain point in both their lives, and with the elder Styles now entering what would be the winter of his years on this earth. He had been hoping to see the day when he would be able to greet the next generation of Styles into this world, almost to the point where he began to wonder, what with Shawn's incessant obsession with his wrestling, if he would ever see that day. It was like some kind of old fashioned ritual, a few hundred years old and ten or so years too late, as he poured out a large brandy into a glass and brought it back to his son, sitting down anxiously on an old chair. Before Dennis even had the chance to sit down, Shawn had finished his drink, which drew a laugh from both of them.
So you’ve come banging down my door at nearly five in the morning. You’re not nervous are ya?
That doesn't even begin to describe...
Look, I know you’re probably feeling like any minute now the ground is going to swallow you up, and part of you wants that to happen. Hell, when your mom told me about your impending arrival I went out and got so drunk that they didn’t find me for a couple of days!
Does it pass? Do you feel more capable as the days go forward?
That doesn't even begin to describe...
Look, I know you’re probably feeling like any minute now the ground is going to swallow you up, and part of you wants that to happen. Hell, when your mom told me about your impending arrival I went out and got so drunk that they didn’t find me for a couple of days!
Does it pass? Do you feel more capable as the days go forward?
Standing up slowly, his old spine nearly giving away, Dennis made his way over to the table and refreshed both their drinks.
I could lie to you son, but I won’t. There won’t be a day where you don’t question your faith in how well a father you’re going to make, but then I look at you... And I didn’t do to bad of a job, did I?
Smiling widely, and only partly through embarrassment, Shawn looked down, thoughtfully.
I do want this baby...
But you can’t help but wonder if it’ll stop you from doing everything you’ve wanted to though?
It’s selfish, I can‘t stand myself for even considering it...
Despite what some of those fans of that crazy profession of yours like to say, you are only human. Things will get difficult, I promise you. And yes, maybe you will have to sacrifice some of what you’re doing now, but it will be worth it. Moments like this make it worth it.
But you can’t help but wonder if it’ll stop you from doing everything you’ve wanted to though?
It’s selfish, I can‘t stand myself for even considering it...
Despite what some of those fans of that crazy profession of yours like to say, you are only human. Things will get difficult, I promise you. And yes, maybe you will have to sacrifice some of what you’re doing now, but it will be worth it. Moments like this make it worth it.
It was weird, Shawn's hardened old man turning into an old sentimentalist. The two men embraced briefly, before Shawn made his way towards the door and back to the wonderful woman awaiting him. Before he left, Dennis had one last smile to raise before his son left, a small indication of the road ahead of him. As Shawn passed through into the dim light of a new day, he stopped momentarily and without looking back, asked the one question still haunting him.
Dad... What if I don't want to sacrifice some of what I am doing now?
Shawn stood there silent with his head turning to one side, trying to catch a glimpse of his old man standing in the doorway behind him, out of the corner of his eye.
Then you better make sure that you are the best damn professional wrestler, or whatever it is they call you guys these days, in the world. Do not except anything else because your child won't. Remember son, it's not only you that you are looking after now, you have a family. Give them the very best father and eventual husband you can give them. Someone they can look up to... Don't except anything less.
With those final parting words, Shawn turned his head and made his way back home as his father's voice still echoed those last words through his head. Could he really be that man? It didn't matter, he had to be.
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This is the reason I must not ever lose. The is the reason I hardly ever lose. This is the reason I am who I am and no one on this earth is able to stop me being the most dominate wrestler the sport has ever known. Tommy Victor.... You can try, but as you probably already know, you are going to fail. Good luck to you anyways, you'll need it.