Post by Atreyu on Feb 26, 2010 5:52:26 GMT -6
Through the Eyes.
It’s been a while now since he’s been training under me. I’ve tried to teach him as much as I could about this business, about how the politics can affect everything, about how the fans can either make you or break you. The kid has got the spirit, he’s got the moves too, and he just needed some motivation. So I gave it to him in the form of the Honor Championship. I know people were shocked that I of all people brought it in, that I helped the man trying to put an end to the era of Xtreme. But you see, I adapt and move on as the times do, and the time for real wrestling has come back. That is what I see in this kid.
The future of wrestling.
I watch him come into my house and smile at him, he knows I’m proud of him, and he knows I’m grateful that he has adapted to my family situation. He greets my wife with a friendly hug and looks down at my baby boy to say hello. I’ve known for a while that this kid has what it takes to get things done in the ring, but that day when he socked Joe? That was when I knew deep down inside that he was family. Not by name, not by blood, just by code and creed. He turns to me and smiles once more, knowing he’s in for one hell of a training session ahead of Crossroads. I smile back and close the door as we begin to head downstairs into the gym.
“Where’s Freya?” he asks.
Why does he care? What is with them two all of a sudden? I find questions flowing through my mind about Wade. Do I think he’s right for my little sister? Do I want my sister getting with another member of this violent and fast lifestyle? I can’t find an answer, and I know deep down that I shouldn’t have one, because it isn’t my decision/ I moddiecoddled her for so long that when Brad came along he ripped her away from me, and then Joe came into her life and we almost took her completely out of my life. For Joe’s sake he’s lucky Atreyu is around. The kid keeps me in check, he helps me balance my emotions and he keeps me sane.
He’s good for my family as well for this business.
I bark some orders at him; get him ready to start hitting the punch bags. He’s on the treadmill now warming up doing some cardio training to prepare. I sit on a stool and watch, envious of this guy. Envious that my ring days are over and his are just beginning. I feel stupid for thinking it, but I don’t deny my emotions anymore. My legacy is set, like that of Lance Ryan it is etched into the history books of nCw, and my legacy will continue through him, through Wade….Atreyu. I have helped him became the wrestler he is today, but I never would have done it if I hadn’t seen the type of person he really is. The caring, thoughtful, compassionate…..I stop my thoughts, starting to sound like a man crush or something. Instead I bark some more orders at the poor kid. I’m trying to get him ready for his match against Ricky and Nelly.
Nelly Angel a wrestler, never thought I’d see the day. The little dude that used to try so hard to get interviews with my friends and I, is now a bona fide sports entertainer. It’s weird but kind of cool at the same time. Nelly’s got spirit; he’s got the ability and the drive for competition. He says titles are of no interest to him but I know it’s a lie. Somewhere within him there is the greed, the desire, the flame. Without it we’d never get anywhere in this business. I can see it burning slowly within Atreyu, and only time will tell whether it will consume him or not.
Ricky though? He’s a tough cookie, he’s a dirty b*st*rd too and I know he’ll use any means necessary to win the match come Crossroads. So I’ve got to help Atreyu prepare himself for the unexpected. A mountain of a challenge, but I’ve got to do it, for him, for Freya, for the Honor of nCw.
~~
I walk up to the front door. I see Mike’s Harley and Wade’s car parked out the front and my heart skips a beat…..he’s here….I try to put on my brightest smile and push the horrible thoughts of Joe out of my head. I knock on the door and in seconds River answers with baby Xander in her arms. So much of Xander reminds me of Zell, but I keep my thoughts to myself, not wanting to upset my brother or my sister-in-law. I rub my hand on the baby’s cheek and then give River a kiss on the cheek as a greeting before I ask where Mike and Wade are. She rolls her eyes and me and sighs before pointing towards the basement training room.
I should have known really.
I head down the stairs and into the room trying not to distract them as I enter. I can see my brother working Wade harder than ever before. I know he’s trying to prepare him because Brad did the same thing with me. A pay per view title defence, it’s a big thing and I know the Honor Championship means more to Wade than just being a champion. It’s almost as if it’s a part of him, and maybe that’s what’s intriguing about him?
He has a code, a set of rules and limits that he abides by in every day life not just in the ring. He’s a perfect role model for the kids of today, and in the ring…..oh….he’s so enthralling. I love watching him wrestle, the kinds of moves he pulls of. I know he doesn’t realise it but the crowd is in eager anticipation of what he’ll do next. Even if it is kicking a steel chair into some ones face. That is why Mike respect’s him so much, and I know Brad is a little jealous about that.
Wade sticks to his guns. He never used a weapon in his match against Nelly, he just let it backfire on Nelly, just like Cobain. He’s a great guy out of the ring too. He’s helped me through everything that Joe has put me through, everything our kids are having to go through. Now he’s trying to help me with the legal documents so that I can keep them, but given my medical history, given our families tendency towards insanity and violence….I just don’t know if it’ll work. Wade is confident, and his demeanour is infective.
He glances over and spots me, I see a smile creep across his face and my heart skips a beat once more. I try to keep my emotions hidden, I try not to let Mike know how I feel about his protégé but it’s hard. Wade is everything a woman could want, a superstar, a tremendous athlete, and a kind warm hearted soul. Nelly Angel and Ricky Johnson don’t see that side of him, because in the ring he’s all business. So that is why I won’t tell him how I feel just now, because he needs to concentrate.
He needs to win.
~~~
As the training session ends I spot Freya sitting in the corner. Warmness falls over me and Spike drops me to the mat. I sigh inwards at being caught off guard. He mentions exactly that to me and tells me to focus. I smile back at Freya and turn my attention towards my mentor. I know Crossroads is a big deal, I know that both of my opponents are very dangerous, and I know not just the championship but my very own Honor is at stake.
Nelly is a good friend, he had a lesson he thought I needed to learn so I went along with it, and whilst we learned some things about each other I’d like to think I taught Nelly a lesson or two too. In return when Chris Diamond asked me about my match against Ricky Johnson for Crossroads, I asked him to involve Nelly in the match too, to return the favour. Either way, if I win or Nelly wins the Honor title will stay with the right minded person.
As for Ricky? There’s something about this guy I don’t like. It’s nothing to do with his approach to matches. Hey, if he wants to keep silent that’s fine by me, he can wallow in the mid-card reservoir for the rest of his career if that’s what he wants. I think he could be big, but still constantly in the back of my mind there’s something nagging me about him.
Spike pats me on the back and tells me well done. He walks towards the door where his loving wife enters and hands him his baby boy. Seeing them two together blows my mind, knowing what Spike is like, what he’s done. The people he has hurt in the past and the lives he has ruined, it tears me up inside seeing this side of him. I know he’s trying to make up for the past and I know that it ultimately falls on my shoulders. So I carry the burden and I shoulder the weight of the Kane Family and progress, because after all what else can we do but progress.
Crossroads is nearing and it’s time to go. Freya comes over to me and shares a hug, she knows I’m going on my own this time. Spike and River are going to England for some sporting event, Soccer I believe…..not a real sport, but hey….to each their own. Spike puts is arm around me and says his goodbyes before he heads up the stairs singing, his voice can be heard throughout the house.
“Que Cera, cera! Whatever will be, will be! We’re going to Wemberley! Que cera cera!”
I smile, knowing that his voice will be hoarse come Monday morning, maybe then he’ll be too sore to complain if I lose? All I can do is give my best. I look back at the house one last time before I head towards my car.
All I can give is my best, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.
[/color]It’s been a while now since he’s been training under me. I’ve tried to teach him as much as I could about this business, about how the politics can affect everything, about how the fans can either make you or break you. The kid has got the spirit, he’s got the moves too, and he just needed some motivation. So I gave it to him in the form of the Honor Championship. I know people were shocked that I of all people brought it in, that I helped the man trying to put an end to the era of Xtreme. But you see, I adapt and move on as the times do, and the time for real wrestling has come back. That is what I see in this kid.
The future of wrestling.
I watch him come into my house and smile at him, he knows I’m proud of him, and he knows I’m grateful that he has adapted to my family situation. He greets my wife with a friendly hug and looks down at my baby boy to say hello. I’ve known for a while that this kid has what it takes to get things done in the ring, but that day when he socked Joe? That was when I knew deep down inside that he was family. Not by name, not by blood, just by code and creed. He turns to me and smiles once more, knowing he’s in for one hell of a training session ahead of Crossroads. I smile back and close the door as we begin to head downstairs into the gym.
“Where’s Freya?” he asks.
Why does he care? What is with them two all of a sudden? I find questions flowing through my mind about Wade. Do I think he’s right for my little sister? Do I want my sister getting with another member of this violent and fast lifestyle? I can’t find an answer, and I know deep down that I shouldn’t have one, because it isn’t my decision/ I moddiecoddled her for so long that when Brad came along he ripped her away from me, and then Joe came into her life and we almost took her completely out of my life. For Joe’s sake he’s lucky Atreyu is around. The kid keeps me in check, he helps me balance my emotions and he keeps me sane.
He’s good for my family as well for this business.
I bark some orders at him; get him ready to start hitting the punch bags. He’s on the treadmill now warming up doing some cardio training to prepare. I sit on a stool and watch, envious of this guy. Envious that my ring days are over and his are just beginning. I feel stupid for thinking it, but I don’t deny my emotions anymore. My legacy is set, like that of Lance Ryan it is etched into the history books of nCw, and my legacy will continue through him, through Wade….Atreyu. I have helped him became the wrestler he is today, but I never would have done it if I hadn’t seen the type of person he really is. The caring, thoughtful, compassionate…..I stop my thoughts, starting to sound like a man crush or something. Instead I bark some more orders at the poor kid. I’m trying to get him ready for his match against Ricky and Nelly.
Nelly Angel a wrestler, never thought I’d see the day. The little dude that used to try so hard to get interviews with my friends and I, is now a bona fide sports entertainer. It’s weird but kind of cool at the same time. Nelly’s got spirit; he’s got the ability and the drive for competition. He says titles are of no interest to him but I know it’s a lie. Somewhere within him there is the greed, the desire, the flame. Without it we’d never get anywhere in this business. I can see it burning slowly within Atreyu, and only time will tell whether it will consume him or not.
Ricky though? He’s a tough cookie, he’s a dirty b*st*rd too and I know he’ll use any means necessary to win the match come Crossroads. So I’ve got to help Atreyu prepare himself for the unexpected. A mountain of a challenge, but I’ve got to do it, for him, for Freya, for the Honor of nCw.
~~
I walk up to the front door. I see Mike’s Harley and Wade’s car parked out the front and my heart skips a beat…..he’s here….I try to put on my brightest smile and push the horrible thoughts of Joe out of my head. I knock on the door and in seconds River answers with baby Xander in her arms. So much of Xander reminds me of Zell, but I keep my thoughts to myself, not wanting to upset my brother or my sister-in-law. I rub my hand on the baby’s cheek and then give River a kiss on the cheek as a greeting before I ask where Mike and Wade are. She rolls her eyes and me and sighs before pointing towards the basement training room.
I should have known really.
I head down the stairs and into the room trying not to distract them as I enter. I can see my brother working Wade harder than ever before. I know he’s trying to prepare him because Brad did the same thing with me. A pay per view title defence, it’s a big thing and I know the Honor Championship means more to Wade than just being a champion. It’s almost as if it’s a part of him, and maybe that’s what’s intriguing about him?
He has a code, a set of rules and limits that he abides by in every day life not just in the ring. He’s a perfect role model for the kids of today, and in the ring…..oh….he’s so enthralling. I love watching him wrestle, the kinds of moves he pulls of. I know he doesn’t realise it but the crowd is in eager anticipation of what he’ll do next. Even if it is kicking a steel chair into some ones face. That is why Mike respect’s him so much, and I know Brad is a little jealous about that.
Wade sticks to his guns. He never used a weapon in his match against Nelly, he just let it backfire on Nelly, just like Cobain. He’s a great guy out of the ring too. He’s helped me through everything that Joe has put me through, everything our kids are having to go through. Now he’s trying to help me with the legal documents so that I can keep them, but given my medical history, given our families tendency towards insanity and violence….I just don’t know if it’ll work. Wade is confident, and his demeanour is infective.
He glances over and spots me, I see a smile creep across his face and my heart skips a beat once more. I try to keep my emotions hidden, I try not to let Mike know how I feel about his protégé but it’s hard. Wade is everything a woman could want, a superstar, a tremendous athlete, and a kind warm hearted soul. Nelly Angel and Ricky Johnson don’t see that side of him, because in the ring he’s all business. So that is why I won’t tell him how I feel just now, because he needs to concentrate.
He needs to win.
~~~
As the training session ends I spot Freya sitting in the corner. Warmness falls over me and Spike drops me to the mat. I sigh inwards at being caught off guard. He mentions exactly that to me and tells me to focus. I smile back at Freya and turn my attention towards my mentor. I know Crossroads is a big deal, I know that both of my opponents are very dangerous, and I know not just the championship but my very own Honor is at stake.
Nelly is a good friend, he had a lesson he thought I needed to learn so I went along with it, and whilst we learned some things about each other I’d like to think I taught Nelly a lesson or two too. In return when Chris Diamond asked me about my match against Ricky Johnson for Crossroads, I asked him to involve Nelly in the match too, to return the favour. Either way, if I win or Nelly wins the Honor title will stay with the right minded person.
As for Ricky? There’s something about this guy I don’t like. It’s nothing to do with his approach to matches. Hey, if he wants to keep silent that’s fine by me, he can wallow in the mid-card reservoir for the rest of his career if that’s what he wants. I think he could be big, but still constantly in the back of my mind there’s something nagging me about him.
Spike pats me on the back and tells me well done. He walks towards the door where his loving wife enters and hands him his baby boy. Seeing them two together blows my mind, knowing what Spike is like, what he’s done. The people he has hurt in the past and the lives he has ruined, it tears me up inside seeing this side of him. I know he’s trying to make up for the past and I know that it ultimately falls on my shoulders. So I carry the burden and I shoulder the weight of the Kane Family and progress, because after all what else can we do but progress.
Crossroads is nearing and it’s time to go. Freya comes over to me and shares a hug, she knows I’m going on my own this time. Spike and River are going to England for some sporting event, Soccer I believe…..not a real sport, but hey….to each their own. Spike puts is arm around me and says his goodbyes before he heads up the stairs singing, his voice can be heard throughout the house.
“Que Cera, cera! Whatever will be, will be! We’re going to Wemberley! Que cera cera!”
I smile, knowing that his voice will be hoarse come Monday morning, maybe then he’ll be too sore to complain if I lose? All I can do is give my best. I look back at the house one last time before I head towards my car.
All I can give is my best, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.