Post by Hugo Conway on Feb 2, 2011 23:38:11 GMT -6
It's colder than usual. The snow storm ravaging the hillside is like none he has ever seen. He is sinking in the fresh, loose snow. He unhinges his boots from the snow board and begins to tread down the hillside. His tinted snow goggles barely enough to keep his eyes from squinting from the snow blind.
He sighs deeply, the hot air that is his breath fogging the air in front of him as trudges through the snow. The weather this week has been like the growing storm inside Hugo lately, almost an external rendition of his emotions. Things are stewing and have been for some time now.
Something beyond the hillside catches his attention, the sound of a snowmobile and it's heading his way. he checks his watch Dutch speeds toward him stopping at an arms length away.
Dutch: Noticed the snow wasn't very compact. I figured you may want a ride back.
Hugo: Perfect timing Dutch
Dutch: Alright then lets roll.
They arrived back at the lodge soon after and Hugo tosses the snowboard aside, completely careless of the fact the expensive board chips off of the wall. Dutch takes notice, this is unlike his nephew.
Dutch: I take it this little sabbatical hasn't been doing it for you?
Hugo continues tossing the snowboarding gear aside in snow puddles.
Hugo: It's not the same anymore. It just doesn't excite me.
Dutch: Could be the weather?
Hugo: It's not the weather Dutch, it's me. I don't care about this crap anymore. It's not just the loose snow.
Dutch looks at the luggage already packed and ready to go for Hugo's flight in the morning.
Dutch: You're never gonna stop chasing that high are you?
Hugo: Never...
It's such a strange feeling to be away from it all. I can see why there are guys well into their fifties and sixties who still go out there and brave it out.
To be here in a ring, under the lights, in front of the millions of chanting fans. Wrestlers say all of the time that they love the business. That you couldn't have this job without that love. And maybe they are right. I love this job.
But it's more than the ring and legions of fans. It's more than just the competition, perhaps it's the culmination of all of that. But that rush, that high, the blood rushing through your veins. The pounding heart bursting through your chest.
It's been a while and I am jonesing for it really bad. It's been to long. regardless of the circumstances of my disappearance I am back now. Since I have been gone it's been all I can think about.
I can't even skateboard anymore. I have no interest in doing anything else or being anywhere else separate from the NCW. And now after what seems like much longer absence I am back and more focused than ever before.
I was once called the future of this company now it seems I am an afterthought. I would like to change that. And so this Sunday on Wired I am battling Senior Xtremo in what some people are considering the warm up, the opener. But it's been to long since I have had the rush and excitement. It's been to long since I have competed or cared about anything.
This may not even be an official match for the pay per view but this is my main event, my time to shine, my opportunity to prove that I am still the future of this company.
He sighs deeply, the hot air that is his breath fogging the air in front of him as trudges through the snow. The weather this week has been like the growing storm inside Hugo lately, almost an external rendition of his emotions. Things are stewing and have been for some time now.
Something beyond the hillside catches his attention, the sound of a snowmobile and it's heading his way. he checks his watch Dutch speeds toward him stopping at an arms length away.
Dutch: Noticed the snow wasn't very compact. I figured you may want a ride back.
Hugo: Perfect timing Dutch
Dutch: Alright then lets roll.
They arrived back at the lodge soon after and Hugo tosses the snowboard aside, completely careless of the fact the expensive board chips off of the wall. Dutch takes notice, this is unlike his nephew.
Dutch: I take it this little sabbatical hasn't been doing it for you?
Hugo continues tossing the snowboarding gear aside in snow puddles.
Hugo: It's not the same anymore. It just doesn't excite me.
Dutch: Could be the weather?
Hugo: It's not the weather Dutch, it's me. I don't care about this crap anymore. It's not just the loose snow.
Dutch looks at the luggage already packed and ready to go for Hugo's flight in the morning.
Dutch: You're never gonna stop chasing that high are you?
Hugo: Never...
It's such a strange feeling to be away from it all. I can see why there are guys well into their fifties and sixties who still go out there and brave it out.
To be here in a ring, under the lights, in front of the millions of chanting fans. Wrestlers say all of the time that they love the business. That you couldn't have this job without that love. And maybe they are right. I love this job.
But it's more than the ring and legions of fans. It's more than just the competition, perhaps it's the culmination of all of that. But that rush, that high, the blood rushing through your veins. The pounding heart bursting through your chest.
It's been a while and I am jonesing for it really bad. It's been to long. regardless of the circumstances of my disappearance I am back now. Since I have been gone it's been all I can think about.
I can't even skateboard anymore. I have no interest in doing anything else or being anywhere else separate from the NCW. And now after what seems like much longer absence I am back and more focused than ever before.
I was once called the future of this company now it seems I am an afterthought. I would like to change that. And so this Sunday on Wired I am battling Senior Xtremo in what some people are considering the warm up, the opener. But it's been to long since I have had the rush and excitement. It's been to long since I have competed or cared about anything.
This may not even be an official match for the pay per view but this is my main event, my time to shine, my opportunity to prove that I am still the future of this company.