Post by Nathan Webb on Feb 8, 2013 22:53:51 GMT -6
“To my dearest of big brother, Mr. Nate,
As you are reading this I have checked myself out of the hospital and on my way on my own. I have an idea on where I am going and I think you do to. I apologize for the fact that I have to do this and I am even sorrier for the fact that I am not telling this to your face, but I have come to the conclusion that I am at the crossroads of my own life…and that at this point I am doing nothing but hold you back right now…especially now that you are so close to breaking through in your own career. In the long run I think it is best for both of us to take a break from each other…even though we will still be working in the same company…so you can focus on finally getting what you and this company deserves….a title and a person who will wear it well…and so that I can grow and mature into a woman. In the end when we do finally come together again…we will be stronger…and ready to be that team we were SUPPOSED to be.
As you read this letter…please…and I implore you….PLEASE do not try and follow me and convince me otherwise…because it is not going to work. All I ask is that you take what is happening not as a curse of a judgment against you but as an opportunity to continue moving forward, for me to continue moving foward. I hope you understand what you have meant to me as the closest thing I have had to family in quite some time and that will never change.
Have faith and God Bless Mr. Nate,
Sincerely,
Your little sister Rose,
P.S. - Please take care of little Sterling for me…and tell him we will be a family again before long.”
I sat there reading that tear stained letter for what seemed like an hour, not even realizing I had dropped my coffee. I had a knot in my stomach reading this…after the night I had this was the last thing I wanted.
“I’m sorry Mr. Webb,” the administrator told me, “she asked for her release papers…we advised her against it…but she was adamant on her getting out of her…”
“Don’t worry…I understand you tried…”
The administrator looked almost scared, like I was going to flip out…but I couldn’t be…I couldn’t even get angry if I wanted to. Frankly I really had no words to describe the situation I was in…and really do nothing to help the situation. I just walked out of the room and then the hospital in an almost zombie like haze…it was the effect of going through one hellacious event after another and then being broadsided with something of a huge magnitude. I just could not process it and frankly how I went from the hospital…to the airport…to San Diego…
The housekeeper was in shock as I walked into the front door…and even worse Sterling was sniffing my luggage wondering what the hell was going on.
“Sorry…your mommy has got to take care of a few things…” I said kneeling down rubbing his ears, as James tried to barge in and get some attention himself.
As I sat down outside later that evening, smoking cigarette after cigarette, I just stared at the letter that Rose had left. It was a tough sell to me knowing where I was going to go from here…I wanted to help Rose…I didn’t want her to go at it alone…but even if I could go to her and say straight up I needed her and that she wasn’t holding me back, I don’t think she would change her mind.
“Tough isn’t it?” Said a voice coming from the other side of the deck. That voice belonged to Nate Nate.
“Didn’t realize how hard it would it hit me.”
“Nobody ever does, do they?”
“You know…I always said she felt like family…the closest thing I had to one in a while. I guess…I don’t know…you never know what you REALLY have until you lose it.”
“Man…” Nate Nate said sighing. “You didn’t lose her…she is still alive you know…she just needed some space…”
I glared at him…I didn’t care for someone to be condescending right now…even if it did come from my subconscious.
“Sorry, bro…” Nate Nate holding his hands up defensively trying to keep me cool
I shook my head. “Naw it’s all right. Just trying to sort this **** out…”
“Let me ask you something…Are you honestly trying to blame yourself for this? Are you really trying to blame yourself for Rose leaving…?”
“It did come to mind.”
“Really…are you honestly buying into this crap put out by the Conway’s? Do you honestly think you kept Rose down…kept her on a leash…all the while neglecting what the hell they put Rose through? You seriously are delirious.”
“What am I supposed to think? Huh?” I said raising my voice slightly. “She is in New Orleans…she was used and abused…made to be a punching bag, be in matches at the whim of an evil women…and I bear no blame? I did declare war on that entire ****ing organization.”
“Okay time for a reality check…” Nate Nate said getting up and moving closer to me. “First of all….Rose WANTED to be a part of this…be a part of your war…she didn’t do just because you were doing it and attaching herself to you like some stray dog. No she did it because she knew in her own mind this was the right thing to do as well. Second of all…despite what Kathy says you did not attach her to a leash…you never controlled or manipulated her. You actually was the first sane person outside of her doctor to really give a damn about her…you were the first person to actually want to see her grow…and for the first time in over ten years she had someone as akin to family as she ever had…believe me if giving a damn automatically equates to putting someone on a leash…then someone told someone wrong.”
I scoffed hearing this.
“What?”
“The whole thing still sucks though.”
“Yeah it does…she was actually the first person who forced me to stay at bay you know….Besides she will be back…she has to handle some business on her own…but I guarantee this family will be back together again…it just may take some time…”
“I guess there is that…” I started to say as I looked up but as quickly and quietly as Nate Nate came in he was gone….leaving me to notice Sterling sitting at my feet hoping for some attention…”It just isn’t the same is it buddy?” I said as I rubbed his ears.
Despite missing only a quarter of the family in numbers I couldn’t help but feel like over half of our family was gone. It’s kind of funny that I didn’t realize truly realize what I had until it was gone.
So here I am…a man broken…but a man resolved
First Rose was put through the ringer of utmost brutality...but give the girl some credit, she NEVER gave up. Honestly I couldn’t be prouder.
So Rose if you are hearing this now…take care of yourself…although you’re family misses you, go do what you have to do…and kick some ass for me while you are at it.
Then of course I lost to Xander in my own match…a man I so desperately wanted to beat…but a man who cleanly got the best of me.
Then for whatever reason I decided to let anger get the best of me…I wanted a pound of flesh and I thought of no better victim then the man who mocks us all on his pedestal of pedestals…a man by the name of Roberto Verona.
Then of course whether by plan or coincidence two armed assailants decided to enter the fray coming into the cage mission impossible style assaulting me before leaving….
Now I can go into an elaborate tirade here…but to be honest I am saving what needs to be said in that regard for Collision…I am a man who likes to meet his problems head on and I have no intentions of stopping now… So for those masked individuals let me say that if you have any semblance of respect for yourselves and a set of brass ones feel free to meet me in the ring…on Sunday…
With that said, let me get to the pressing matter at hand, the one that will be coming first….my match on Saturday, Mr. Second Rate himself, Davey Ortega. A man who I really have no history with…aside from an interview…and some twisted desires for my sister…but the man I drew for the main event on Trauma, Saturday night.
First let me get to his sordid attraction for my sister…if he still has such feeling. As a favor to you let me give you a warning…do anything to try and take advantage of my sister in the state she is in...do anything to hurt her…do anything that may remotely seem menacing…I will do my damndest to not only beat the holy hell out of you…but also rip off your balls and shove them down your throat.
With that said let’s move on the match at hand. Now there are times when the opinions of the wrestling community reach a consensus. Stuff…like AJ comes off like a whiney bitch…Kathy Conway is a rotten bitch…and that sometimes I can be too long winded (believe me people I am working on it). Well I hate say it but the community has a consensus for you…and it is none to flattering…
Essentially…when you are the equivalent of the town drunk…or a court jester within the wrestling world, the guy we all point and laugh at, not with, at, when you bumble around, talk incoherently, and piss on yourself. Let’s be honest when was the last time you were actually taken serious?...When you first made your appearance…? Who knows? I hate to say it but even when you and Joe were able to become contenders to the Tag Championship Belts…I don’t think anyone thought you could win…and the problem was you actually scoffed at Team America like they were nothing.
That’s the problem…you actually think you are something when you are not…where as I know there is more that I could do…you walk around here thinking you are better than everyone…even when you interviewed me you were almost indignant when I questioned how good you were…and you might have been great at one time…but that is all in the past.
In this business the past is respected but in the end it is all about what one has done lately…and frankly you really haven’t done anything really worth mentioning besides entertaining people being unintentionally funny.
Now what does this mean for our match on Sunday?
EVERYTHING.
You see I know you are going to come out with some promo telling of your past accomplishments as though that means you are going to beat me. But you are going to learn a cruel reality that those mean nothing…what matters is the here and now. What matters is who is better that day…and I can guarantee that I am better TODAY than you. While you have been languishing as some so called tag team…I have been fighting and scratching on my own in the singles scene.
I know I am a better fighter…
I know I have better endurance…
I know that I can totally outsmart you in that ring…
And I know I am actually living in the real world…
So on Saturday after I beat you down…I will show the world that for all your exuberance and bravado that you are simply Second Rate…