Post by Hugo Conway on Nov 28, 2010 1:10:46 GMT -6
The air outside has become bitter. The wind blowing south Causes Hugo hair to wrap around his face. Soon the icy weather will bring about snow to the great white north winter is upon us, change is in the air.
Strangers pass by mostly driving in their cars in the warmth some walking in the chill. Just down the street there is a Corvette parked next to a bum sitting on the street. Hugo wonders just how the bum found himself in that situation.
Had he at one time been wealthy enough to own a sports car? Was this the result of living to fast or not fast enough? The past…something that he has been forced to think a lot about lately.
As he continues pondering Dutch joins him outside. As he exists the hotel lobby he unlike Hugo is zipping a flannel jacket and placing gloves over his nippy fingers.
Dutch: Was wondering where you went.
Hugo: needed some air.
Dutch: Hotel’s nice.
Hugo: Yeah, not to bad/
Dutch: Thinking about giving the indoor pool a go here in a bit. Maybe get one of those women at the desk to help me with my breast stroke.
Hugo looks on, unphased by Dutches attempt at humor.
Dutch: What do you say, you want to go have a dip. Water workout followed by a therapeutic stay in the hot tub with a turkey club sandwich. Try to clear your head for a bit. You worked really hard this week may be good to get some RnR.
Hugo: You’re probably right, but I don’t think any amount of rest relaxation is going to calm my nerves tonight.
Dutch: Since when does the great Bones Conway have nerves?
Hugo: I am as surprised as you are. Do you think I can win this thing?
Dutch: Sure, and that’s not one of those things I say as a guardian to make sure to boost your confidence. I really do think you have a shot. You’ve worked really hard, you’ve been dedicated this time around. It’s not going to be easy, of course you’re going to have to keep working your ass off for it. The important thing is that you’re having fun. With the innovator of fun as you’re opponent how couldn’t you?
You know since Joe’s first promo he has been beating in into my head the importance of the past. He stressed to me that the things he has learned from looking back on the past tragedies in his life have made him a better person, a smarter person. As if reflection is a super power that he alone possesses.
I feel for you, I really do. It’s hard to understand exactly what your mind and soul went through during those trying times in your life. It must be like an insurmountable weight on your shoulders being responsible for so many horrible things. But if I am to be honest you deserve the guilt.
You have opened my eyes Joe. Because of you I have also been looking into my past and I learned a few things. See Joe you’re not the only one in the world who has a depressing past of family suffering.
It’s no secret I have congenital heart disease which has resulted in a whole the size of a quarter in my heart. This was past down to me by my father from his grandfather to him. That however is where the similarities end.
My father was a business man who was all about white collar success. 401K’s and office drama at the water cooler. He was a CEO and my god he was cut throat. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps.
Go to the best college absorb as much as I can about business and conquer the world from an office thirty stories high in the urban jungle. So imagine his surprise when he heard the news I dropped out of high school to pursue skate boarding.
That’s when the disease really started to take a turn. He eventually found himself in a wheelchair but that was on a good say you see. An oxygen tank attached to his face twenty four/seven.
I wanted to blame myself but I knew better. This disease is just to strong. Then I saw the man I knew as my father shrivel into a weak raisin. The once fierce white collared war lord had turned into a weak and dying ball of flesh.
Then came the iron lung. That was a rough year for my family. It was right around then that my mother started being careless and went public with her affair. What was left of my fathers heart died shortly after.
I watched not only the slow and painful death of my father but what could very well be my future. I knew right then and there seeing my father look like a holocaust victim that no amount of school or business, success in general would keep me from then inevitable.
So while I could I would dedicate myself to enjoying every moment. I had a lot of good times with a lot of really rad people. I hung out in the slums and had to sneak into people pools to skate. It was fun.
Then wouldn’t you know it I got a sponsor and was touring the world skating and suddenly this lifestyle I was living started rewarding me not just with good times but with good cash for fat pockets.
I can look back to those memories and know that no matter what I will never allow myself to end up like my father in an iron lung slowly suffocating to death. Each breath becoming weaker until finally the heart stops.
That maybe explains my reckless behavior and why I have done the things that I have done, and why I will continue to take kind of risks that I do. But what makes me different than you is I only put myself at risk, when clearly you have a tendency to put everyone around you at risk.
You talk a lot about just wanting to have FUN. But how is it possible to ever truly have FUN with the kind of memories you have weighing your conscience down? You can lie to us, and to yourself all you want. Disguise what you’re doing as FUN but I can see you are really trying make penance for those horrible things you are responsible for.
So yes Joe maybe everyone just expects you to win because unlike me you have five years of experience in this business. And in those five years you have waged a path of destruction not just upon your opponents, not just on your enemies, but your loved ones as well.
These people may see five years of wrestling experience, but I see five years of guilt, agony and shame and it really seems to me that it’s getting just a little to heavy for you to handle. It’s weighing you down, and it’s going to be your downfall.
So maybe it’s going to be a good thing that I take that title from you, the responsibility from you. It’s clear to me that you don’t need a title belt around your waist but a nice big couch next to a shrink.
Tomorrow night I am going to show nCw that I can outfun the innovator of fun. I am going to defy the odds again, and I am going to outclass a champion, and be crowned the 2nd X champion.
Breaking Away is my time, the future has arrived Joe it’s time you caught up with it.
Strangers pass by mostly driving in their cars in the warmth some walking in the chill. Just down the street there is a Corvette parked next to a bum sitting on the street. Hugo wonders just how the bum found himself in that situation.
Had he at one time been wealthy enough to own a sports car? Was this the result of living to fast or not fast enough? The past…something that he has been forced to think a lot about lately.
As he continues pondering Dutch joins him outside. As he exists the hotel lobby he unlike Hugo is zipping a flannel jacket and placing gloves over his nippy fingers.
Dutch: Was wondering where you went.
Hugo: needed some air.
Dutch: Hotel’s nice.
Hugo: Yeah, not to bad/
Dutch: Thinking about giving the indoor pool a go here in a bit. Maybe get one of those women at the desk to help me with my breast stroke.
Hugo looks on, unphased by Dutches attempt at humor.
Dutch: What do you say, you want to go have a dip. Water workout followed by a therapeutic stay in the hot tub with a turkey club sandwich. Try to clear your head for a bit. You worked really hard this week may be good to get some RnR.
Hugo: You’re probably right, but I don’t think any amount of rest relaxation is going to calm my nerves tonight.
Dutch: Since when does the great Bones Conway have nerves?
Hugo: I am as surprised as you are. Do you think I can win this thing?
Dutch: Sure, and that’s not one of those things I say as a guardian to make sure to boost your confidence. I really do think you have a shot. You’ve worked really hard, you’ve been dedicated this time around. It’s not going to be easy, of course you’re going to have to keep working your ass off for it. The important thing is that you’re having fun. With the innovator of fun as you’re opponent how couldn’t you?
You know since Joe’s first promo he has been beating in into my head the importance of the past. He stressed to me that the things he has learned from looking back on the past tragedies in his life have made him a better person, a smarter person. As if reflection is a super power that he alone possesses.
I feel for you, I really do. It’s hard to understand exactly what your mind and soul went through during those trying times in your life. It must be like an insurmountable weight on your shoulders being responsible for so many horrible things. But if I am to be honest you deserve the guilt.
You have opened my eyes Joe. Because of you I have also been looking into my past and I learned a few things. See Joe you’re not the only one in the world who has a depressing past of family suffering.
It’s no secret I have congenital heart disease which has resulted in a whole the size of a quarter in my heart. This was past down to me by my father from his grandfather to him. That however is where the similarities end.
My father was a business man who was all about white collar success. 401K’s and office drama at the water cooler. He was a CEO and my god he was cut throat. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps.
Go to the best college absorb as much as I can about business and conquer the world from an office thirty stories high in the urban jungle. So imagine his surprise when he heard the news I dropped out of high school to pursue skate boarding.
That’s when the disease really started to take a turn. He eventually found himself in a wheelchair but that was on a good say you see. An oxygen tank attached to his face twenty four/seven.
I wanted to blame myself but I knew better. This disease is just to strong. Then I saw the man I knew as my father shrivel into a weak raisin. The once fierce white collared war lord had turned into a weak and dying ball of flesh.
Then came the iron lung. That was a rough year for my family. It was right around then that my mother started being careless and went public with her affair. What was left of my fathers heart died shortly after.
I watched not only the slow and painful death of my father but what could very well be my future. I knew right then and there seeing my father look like a holocaust victim that no amount of school or business, success in general would keep me from then inevitable.
So while I could I would dedicate myself to enjoying every moment. I had a lot of good times with a lot of really rad people. I hung out in the slums and had to sneak into people pools to skate. It was fun.
Then wouldn’t you know it I got a sponsor and was touring the world skating and suddenly this lifestyle I was living started rewarding me not just with good times but with good cash for fat pockets.
I can look back to those memories and know that no matter what I will never allow myself to end up like my father in an iron lung slowly suffocating to death. Each breath becoming weaker until finally the heart stops.
That maybe explains my reckless behavior and why I have done the things that I have done, and why I will continue to take kind of risks that I do. But what makes me different than you is I only put myself at risk, when clearly you have a tendency to put everyone around you at risk.
You talk a lot about just wanting to have FUN. But how is it possible to ever truly have FUN with the kind of memories you have weighing your conscience down? You can lie to us, and to yourself all you want. Disguise what you’re doing as FUN but I can see you are really trying make penance for those horrible things you are responsible for.
So yes Joe maybe everyone just expects you to win because unlike me you have five years of experience in this business. And in those five years you have waged a path of destruction not just upon your opponents, not just on your enemies, but your loved ones as well.
These people may see five years of wrestling experience, but I see five years of guilt, agony and shame and it really seems to me that it’s getting just a little to heavy for you to handle. It’s weighing you down, and it’s going to be your downfall.
So maybe it’s going to be a good thing that I take that title from you, the responsibility from you. It’s clear to me that you don’t need a title belt around your waist but a nice big couch next to a shrink.
Tomorrow night I am going to show nCw that I can outfun the innovator of fun. I am going to defy the odds again, and I am going to outclass a champion, and be crowned the 2nd X champion.
Breaking Away is my time, the future has arrived Joe it’s time you caught up with it.