Post by Hugo Conway on Nov 26, 2010 22:32:18 GMT -6
The waitress walks past the other patrons who are all bundled up in their winter clothes. Denim and flannel with fur around the hoods, and hands Dutch and Hugo their pancakes. Blueberry for Dutch and chocolate chip for Hugo with a ton of chocolate syrup.
Dutch: Nothing like pancakes for Thanksgiving huh Hugo.
Hugo: Thank God for IHOP.
Waitress: Thanksgiving? We already…Oh you Americans?
Dutch: Born and raised.
Waitress: What brings you to these parts? Business or pleasure?
Hugo: Little bit of both actually. I am on tour so to speak.
Waitress: On tour, you a rock star or something?
Dutch: He thinks he is, lives like one but no, no he is not rock star.
Hugo: Like this clown can strum a tune himself.
Dutch: that’s why Elvis did it first, so I don’t have to.
Hugo: No Miss I am actually a professional wrestler we have a big pay per view up here for the nCw.
Waitress: Oh my you know what, I am not familiar with it, I don’t watch tv. I am just more of a book person but the cook back there loves you guys. He has tickets for the event. Do you mind if I tell him you’re here?
Hugo: No, not at all.
She walks behind the swinging double doors and after a minute a fat man in a stained sleeveless shirt and apron walks back out.
Hugo: How are you today?
Cook: Oh I am sorry my waitress said there was a professional wrestler in my diner but all I see is a skateboard punk.
Hugo: Pancakes are awesome bra.
Cook: Haha, bra? Listen up, I have been watching wrestling for twenty five years and you sir are no wrestler.
Dutch: Well thanks for the food sir, if you don’t mind we would rather not bothered while we eat.
Cook: Don’t tell me where I can speak in my own diner. Or I may have to put a hurting on the two of you, like he’s used too.
Hugo: Look man…
Cook: I have tickets for the pay per view. Spent a fortune on them to. I didn’t pay to see you skater. But I am going to enjoy seeing you have your ass handed to you by Joe.
Hugo: cool man, you know what bring a sign so I know where you are, after I win I will dedicate the match to you.
The cook laughs and returns to the kitchen.
Dutch: Wow, what the hell is that guys problem?
Hugo: No idea…I don’t understand why it’s so hard for everyone to accept the fact that I am a wrestler now.
Dutch: I saw your room before we left, all the posters and trophies. You didn’t throw them out did you?
Hugo: thought about it, but I ended up tossing them in the attic. I didn’t want them around to distract me from the mission.
Dutch: You know kid you sometimes maybe go to far on the bigger picture.
Hugo: I gave my medal away.
Dutch: what? Your x games medal?
Hugo: Yeah.
Dutch: Why? To whom?
Hugo: This kid at the park, he was really kicking ass on the board. Didn’t pay any mind to me or the commotion. I felt it was the right thing to do.
Dutch: Yeah, I guess…So you are legit then about leaving it all behind you?
Hugo: It’s already in the dust like Wile E Coyote chasing the Road Runner. But I seem to be the only one who understands that. Like Joe’s promo he seemed to really attack me being this immature skate punk who is unlearned and unwilling to learn the sport. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth. I wasn’t reliving glory days of skateboarding I was saying goodbye them. When I was there with those guys all wanted to do was be in the ring. They were so damn immature about things to. I have grown, a lot in just these few months Dutch but no one seems to see it. Which makes me think I am still that little punk on a skateboard.
Dutch: No Hugo, I have seen it. Once you buckled down and really started dedicating yourself. I am proud of you kid. I’m sure your dad would be to if he were here to see you. Don’t listen to Joe, he’s distracted, your promo did a 180 kick flip over his head.
Hugo: I don’t know about you but I am stuffed. Why don’t we hit the road.
Dutch: Yeah alright, don’t forget we have the check up.
Hugo: I haven’t forgotten. I am fine, everything is fine.
He smacks himself on the chest to demonstrate his point and then leaves a ten dollar bill for the waitress’ tip. They head to the rental and continue driving forward…
The doctor slides across the room on his chair and finds his folder. The medical history documenting Hugo and his father heart disease has gained in girth over the years. Hugo’s a kid he thought but one who didn’t seem to take the gravity of the disease very seriously.
He slides back over and places his medical device on his chest and listens closely to Hugo’s heart beat, looking for murmurs or any other signs that would indicate Hugo may be risking more than a loss to the Joe this Sunday.
They ran all of the usual tests and as usual the kid seems to just not get any worse, The doctor would love to be able to send the kid home, tell him to get lots of bed rest and to appreciate the down time.
But he has no reason to, not yet anyway and that’s of course has always been the fear. He has been watching Hugo cheat Death for over ten years now and according to the charts he has been doing it since day one.
Hugo: Well Doc, am I gonna make it?
Doctor: Well Hugo, as usual the coast is clear. There is no sign of duress in the heart. It’s pumping regularly and normally. I have no medical reason as of this moment to tell you it is unsafe to partake in the match this week. But there is always the possibility the activity in the ring could stress the heart.
Hugo: Doc I appreciate the concern but if you would just sign the waiver so I get going.
Doctor: yes, yes alright.
He signs the waiver and opens the door as he heads into the hallway he turns to him.
Doctor: I will have a word with your uncle, and tell him you’re on your way.
The door shuts and Hugo puts his nCw shirt back on. And stares at us.
Hugo: You know it seems pretty unanimous that everyone inside the industry and even the ones on the outside all believe I have little chance to win this upcoming match. Despite all of the training and effort I have put into this.
I have improved leaps and bounds yet everyone is still labeling me as a guy who may someday achieve something. Those within the nCw have implemented a wait and see policy with the idea I am going to struggle to find my identity inside the ring.
Perhaps they are to busy worrying about what I am going to do someday to actually sit back and see the progress I have made, the things I have given up and all for the sake of getting better in this ring.
Joe is the odds on favorite here, and why shouldn’t he be? He has the experience the momentum, the ring knowledge to defeat the kid who has so much heart. Ironic isn’t it. But I am not going to let it get me.
See I have been struggling with the odds since the day I was born. Seventy five percent of all newborn babies who suffer from congenital heart disease die with the first three days. Of those who survive another fifteen percent will die in the first year.
For eighteen years I have been beating those odds. And it has only made a more focused athlete. It’s easy to watch me and call me reckless. I am sure that the things I do, my hobbies strike those of you watching from afar as childish and immature.
But they are far from. I do the things I do not because I am young and reckless but because I live every day of my life to the fullest and truly dedicate every ounce of my soul to just enjoying the game I can play with the cards I have been dealt.
It’s because of this that I always look to the future, be it one of fantasy where I live for the next hundred years and go down as a legend in the wrestling industry or the more realistic version where I am dead in five years and it’s likely due to what I do in that ring. Regardless of which I am always looking forward.
Joe seems to be caught up on the past, past feuds, rivalries, wives and other relations. An accident he caused that put someone in a wheelchair. Not to mention berating me about my past as a skater.
So this Sunday I don’t believe Joe is going to be ready for me, for what I do in the ring. He is to caught up on other things to prepare for the high risk mentality I bring to the table. Joe I have been in a wheelchair it’s not fun, it’s a horrible, horrible thing but you know what, it gets better if you are willing to allow yourself not to be defeated by it. Just keep fighting, that’s what I did and I got out of it. As ****ty as it is being confined like such, I am willing to do it all again if it means winning that title and proving to the world that they need to start betting in my favor because I have never truly been defeated by the odds. That I will never back down if it means limb or life.
Dutch: Nothing like pancakes for Thanksgiving huh Hugo.
Hugo: Thank God for IHOP.
Waitress: Thanksgiving? We already…Oh you Americans?
Dutch: Born and raised.
Waitress: What brings you to these parts? Business or pleasure?
Hugo: Little bit of both actually. I am on tour so to speak.
Waitress: On tour, you a rock star or something?
Dutch: He thinks he is, lives like one but no, no he is not rock star.
Hugo: Like this clown can strum a tune himself.
Dutch: that’s why Elvis did it first, so I don’t have to.
Hugo: No Miss I am actually a professional wrestler we have a big pay per view up here for the nCw.
Waitress: Oh my you know what, I am not familiar with it, I don’t watch tv. I am just more of a book person but the cook back there loves you guys. He has tickets for the event. Do you mind if I tell him you’re here?
Hugo: No, not at all.
She walks behind the swinging double doors and after a minute a fat man in a stained sleeveless shirt and apron walks back out.
Hugo: How are you today?
Cook: Oh I am sorry my waitress said there was a professional wrestler in my diner but all I see is a skateboard punk.
Hugo: Pancakes are awesome bra.
Cook: Haha, bra? Listen up, I have been watching wrestling for twenty five years and you sir are no wrestler.
Dutch: Well thanks for the food sir, if you don’t mind we would rather not bothered while we eat.
Cook: Don’t tell me where I can speak in my own diner. Or I may have to put a hurting on the two of you, like he’s used too.
Hugo: Look man…
Cook: I have tickets for the pay per view. Spent a fortune on them to. I didn’t pay to see you skater. But I am going to enjoy seeing you have your ass handed to you by Joe.
Hugo: cool man, you know what bring a sign so I know where you are, after I win I will dedicate the match to you.
The cook laughs and returns to the kitchen.
Dutch: Wow, what the hell is that guys problem?
Hugo: No idea…I don’t understand why it’s so hard for everyone to accept the fact that I am a wrestler now.
Dutch: I saw your room before we left, all the posters and trophies. You didn’t throw them out did you?
Hugo: thought about it, but I ended up tossing them in the attic. I didn’t want them around to distract me from the mission.
Dutch: You know kid you sometimes maybe go to far on the bigger picture.
Hugo: I gave my medal away.
Dutch: what? Your x games medal?
Hugo: Yeah.
Dutch: Why? To whom?
Hugo: This kid at the park, he was really kicking ass on the board. Didn’t pay any mind to me or the commotion. I felt it was the right thing to do.
Dutch: Yeah, I guess…So you are legit then about leaving it all behind you?
Hugo: It’s already in the dust like Wile E Coyote chasing the Road Runner. But I seem to be the only one who understands that. Like Joe’s promo he seemed to really attack me being this immature skate punk who is unlearned and unwilling to learn the sport. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth. I wasn’t reliving glory days of skateboarding I was saying goodbye them. When I was there with those guys all wanted to do was be in the ring. They were so damn immature about things to. I have grown, a lot in just these few months Dutch but no one seems to see it. Which makes me think I am still that little punk on a skateboard.
Dutch: No Hugo, I have seen it. Once you buckled down and really started dedicating yourself. I am proud of you kid. I’m sure your dad would be to if he were here to see you. Don’t listen to Joe, he’s distracted, your promo did a 180 kick flip over his head.
Hugo: I don’t know about you but I am stuffed. Why don’t we hit the road.
Dutch: Yeah alright, don’t forget we have the check up.
Hugo: I haven’t forgotten. I am fine, everything is fine.
He smacks himself on the chest to demonstrate his point and then leaves a ten dollar bill for the waitress’ tip. They head to the rental and continue driving forward…
The doctor slides across the room on his chair and finds his folder. The medical history documenting Hugo and his father heart disease has gained in girth over the years. Hugo’s a kid he thought but one who didn’t seem to take the gravity of the disease very seriously.
He slides back over and places his medical device on his chest and listens closely to Hugo’s heart beat, looking for murmurs or any other signs that would indicate Hugo may be risking more than a loss to the Joe this Sunday.
They ran all of the usual tests and as usual the kid seems to just not get any worse, The doctor would love to be able to send the kid home, tell him to get lots of bed rest and to appreciate the down time.
But he has no reason to, not yet anyway and that’s of course has always been the fear. He has been watching Hugo cheat Death for over ten years now and according to the charts he has been doing it since day one.
Hugo: Well Doc, am I gonna make it?
Doctor: Well Hugo, as usual the coast is clear. There is no sign of duress in the heart. It’s pumping regularly and normally. I have no medical reason as of this moment to tell you it is unsafe to partake in the match this week. But there is always the possibility the activity in the ring could stress the heart.
Hugo: Doc I appreciate the concern but if you would just sign the waiver so I get going.
Doctor: yes, yes alright.
He signs the waiver and opens the door as he heads into the hallway he turns to him.
Doctor: I will have a word with your uncle, and tell him you’re on your way.
The door shuts and Hugo puts his nCw shirt back on. And stares at us.
Hugo: You know it seems pretty unanimous that everyone inside the industry and even the ones on the outside all believe I have little chance to win this upcoming match. Despite all of the training and effort I have put into this.
I have improved leaps and bounds yet everyone is still labeling me as a guy who may someday achieve something. Those within the nCw have implemented a wait and see policy with the idea I am going to struggle to find my identity inside the ring.
Perhaps they are to busy worrying about what I am going to do someday to actually sit back and see the progress I have made, the things I have given up and all for the sake of getting better in this ring.
Joe is the odds on favorite here, and why shouldn’t he be? He has the experience the momentum, the ring knowledge to defeat the kid who has so much heart. Ironic isn’t it. But I am not going to let it get me.
See I have been struggling with the odds since the day I was born. Seventy five percent of all newborn babies who suffer from congenital heart disease die with the first three days. Of those who survive another fifteen percent will die in the first year.
For eighteen years I have been beating those odds. And it has only made a more focused athlete. It’s easy to watch me and call me reckless. I am sure that the things I do, my hobbies strike those of you watching from afar as childish and immature.
But they are far from. I do the things I do not because I am young and reckless but because I live every day of my life to the fullest and truly dedicate every ounce of my soul to just enjoying the game I can play with the cards I have been dealt.
It’s because of this that I always look to the future, be it one of fantasy where I live for the next hundred years and go down as a legend in the wrestling industry or the more realistic version where I am dead in five years and it’s likely due to what I do in that ring. Regardless of which I am always looking forward.
Joe seems to be caught up on the past, past feuds, rivalries, wives and other relations. An accident he caused that put someone in a wheelchair. Not to mention berating me about my past as a skater.
So this Sunday I don’t believe Joe is going to be ready for me, for what I do in the ring. He is to caught up on other things to prepare for the high risk mentality I bring to the table. Joe I have been in a wheelchair it’s not fun, it’s a horrible, horrible thing but you know what, it gets better if you are willing to allow yourself not to be defeated by it. Just keep fighting, that’s what I did and I got out of it. As ****ty as it is being confined like such, I am willing to do it all again if it means winning that title and proving to the world that they need to start betting in my favor because I have never truly been defeated by the odds. That I will never back down if it means limb or life.