Post by The Ace on Mar 2, 2013 13:22:43 GMT -6
Jake thought he knew what came next, it had become almost a ritual after five years of making love to the most beautiful woman in his world, his wife. He honestly thought that, it wasn't a stretched truth, or a lie to charm his way into her panties.
That's why I loved her, and loved her absolutely, because she honestly was the first woman I felt that I could truly be myself around. There was nothing hidden, nothing to conceal, no agenda. Just honest to God love.
True.
Free.
Liberated.
Limitless.
Love.
How many husbands could honestly say that about their wives, about the mothers of their children, about the woman they had made a lifetime commitment to?
She had made so many sacrifices for me already. She wasn't like me. Not at all. That's why we work so well together. Whenever I get too wrapped up in this game, too strung up about my title or lack thereof, and far too concerned about the legacy I will leave behind when I retire, she balances me. She keeps me in check. She provides me with a refreshing if somewhat unconvententional perspective on the whole thing. She isn't here for the titles or the fame, she's here for me. She's always been here for me. A stark but beautiful reminder that as long as she doesn't give up on me, there will always be more to my life than titles, records, awards or hall of fame inductions.
In the beginning it all sounded very foreign to me, as it does to many of my colleagues who can never even begin to understand the true value of all I possess with Kathleen and my two sweet daughters. I wouldn't give them up for all the gold in Fort Knox or all the glory and stature that lesser unfulfilled men kill themselves over every night, performing at house shows or on live TV or at Pay Per Views. That is all behind me. I can deal with having a tentative grip on titles, friends and even business associates, as long as I never lose the hearts that love me most.
Kathy didn't have to do this. She didn't have to leave her career and her life back home in Wichita for me, but she did. For whatever reason, she absolutely insisted I was worth it, we had had so many conversations about it after she had walked back into my life five years ago. I had told her she could stay in law enforcement, but she insisted on travelling the road with me. In her eyes, it was the only way to keep our family together, and I suppose I have to concede that she was right.
Without her, I would be lost. Travelling the road alone, barely able to see her or the kids on any sort of regular basis. That wasn't the kind of life or marriage either of us wanted. That wasn't the kind of life or marriage she deserved. I had already failed her far too often, far more than I should have. I didn't deserve her. She was the eldest daughter of a high powered judge and former Police Captain, she had an entirely different upbringing to me, the eldest son of an honest hard working working class builder. She was from an entirely different social circle, and yet she chose me above all the wealthy well connected suitors that would trip over themselves to court her, she chose me.
I took a member of the social elite and I reduced her to this. It was my fault she suffered like this, had these inevitable episodes. Spike Kane put his hands on her and she's never been the same since, and there hasn't been a day that has gone by where I haven't regretted the whole damn thing, this was my penance, this was the price I had to pay for failing to protect my wife when she needed me most. This was the sacrifice I would make. Now and for the rest of my life...
Jake reached out to stroke Kathy's hair as shem lay next to him, her body tense and her eyes wide, but for the first time in five years, she flinched away from him, she rolled onto her side.
Kathy: No. No strrroke...not thisss time. Thisss time. I deal myssself.
Kathy spoke through clenched teeth, almost as if it caused her pain to speak as she tried to surpress the oncoming episode. She swung her legs out and sat up on the bed, picking her scarlet robe off the floor and putting it on. She then stumbles to her feet and towards the bathroom, and Jake looks on, helplessly.
I must admit, James, its not often I feel so ambivalent and conflicted towards an opponent. I would like to treat this as just another match, I'd love to run you down as just another piddly ass who isn't worthy of my time, attention or even sharing the same ring with me. I'd love to sit here and be able to make fun of you and maybe even add a little fuel to your fire by speculating that the real reason you left your former calling as a doctor to persue this little fool's errand you call a professional wrestling career is not simply because you lost a patient and couldn't deal with it, but rather because you're a damn dirty voyeur who abused your position as the smart, handsome, young doctor to feel up pretty young white chicks in your office, under the guise of an entirely routine examination whether they needed it or not. But then I remember what Alex did to your wife, and part of me can't help but sympathise.
Maybe I'm being way off base here James, but I'm just calling it as I see it buddy. Surely you can appreciate that. I don't know what your story is James, and I don't particularly care to know. Maybe somebody finally threatened to spill the beans on your little private consultations, maybe they didn't, maybe you're just an honest man who was broken by the spectre of death. I'd like to believe you James, really I would. I mean after all if you can't trust a certified medical professional, who can you trust? Doctors are supposed to be some of the most honest, trustworthy and reliable people out there. Their profession demands it.
That's why they're such a hit with the ladies, that's probably why poor little Cynthia married you in the first place. As a doctor you had sound credentials, you could provide security, you could look after her. Maybe you miss the days when pretty dumb blondes would drop their panties for you both inside and outside the office because of your job, yeah as a professional wrestler, those kinds of fans are rare these days, trust me, I'm a wrestler.
All this would explain why you go out of your way to drool over any woman who isn't your wife. It would also explain why as a professional wrestler, you couldn't protect her from being manhandled like the little doll that is her namesake by one Alex Jones last week on Trauma. Now after some of the utterly reprehensible things I've done over my last ten years in this business, I won't insult your intelligence by running down Alex, and I won't insinuate that you're any less of a man for allowing something so desperately tragic to happen to sweet little Cindy whilst you look on helplessly. I've been there myself.
I've been on both sides of the coin actually. I've seen Kathy broken in front of me, and even now I'm still picking up the pieces, and I've destroyed Rose to make a point to one stubborn little asshat who goes by the name of Nathan Webb. These are the unfortunate side effects of being in a business as dirty and as cut-throat as this, anybody will do anything at anytime to get ahead in professional wrestling...and believe me, that is even more true when you're dealing with friends of a bastard like Spike Kane. Both Alex and I have that in common. Spike Kane breeds a certain way of thinking into each of his associates. He has an approach to this business where anything goes and everyone is expendable. But I don't need to tell you that, do I James?
You already found out first hand last week.
Regret can be a pretty powerful motivation, and I'd be an idiot not to expect you to be gunning for me with everything you have in some vain effort to make up for your failures, all the people you've let down in your life, from former patients to your own wife. You want me to believe that all this regret is what drives you in this business, you want me to believe in the power of regret as firmly as the power of love which drives my wife. Regret made you change careers. Love made her change careers. People do remarkable things when they're properly motivated James, both of our wives are testament to that fact. Look how much they've done for us. I know that I personally cannot even begin to feel like I've done enough for my wife. I always feel I owe her so much more than I give her. That she deserves so much more...
Do you feel the same James?
Do you feel you owe Cindy this week?
Is it that regret that drives you?
I do not know. All I can tell you is that if I were in your shoes and some piddly ass punked out Kathy right under my nose, I'd want him and all of his friends dead. All of his associates dead. It wouldn't be a wrestling match anymore. It would be a straight up fight. My association with Alex is minimal, but I'm willing to wager that it is just enough for you to hold me responsible for your failure to protect Cynthia. You can declare war on me, you can see me as Alex Jones, you can vow to hurt me and make me a victim as you intend to carve a bloody trail of retribution on your way up the food chain to Alex Jones and his X Championship. Of course, all this assumes that you actually love your wife Cynthia enough. I'm not convinced you do. Your actions speak for themselves. Whose to say this week you won't simply pick up a copy of the latest issue of NCW Insider Magazine and slobber all over the gorgeous two page spread of my Four Queens?
I wouldn't blame you.
But then my wife knows I love her.
Does yours?
Do any of us?
Tell us James. Tell me the truth James. Tell me you don't really love her. It's okay, I waver the doctor-patient priviledge. You've lied to the pretty young lady for long enough now Jim, now it's time for the truth...and I've got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach Doctor Warren, that the truth will hurt. Your only consolation is my promise that you will feel so much better for it once we all know the truth about your little sham of a marriage to a naive little girl.
Physician, heal thy self...you've failed to heal anybody else, after all...
Jake heard the sound of shattering glass. He sat bolt upright in the bed, slipping on his white robe. He looked over his shoulder.
Jake: Honey, are you alright?
There was no answer. Jake got up and rushed around the bed, to the bathroom door, he then tried the knob.
Jake: Honey, please open the door....
A few moments pass and Kathy opens the door, she is sat on her knees on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Jake immediately steps in and in his haste to comfort his wifem unknowingly kicks the bottle of pills she had been reaching for across the floor. Jake immediately gets down on his knees, completely focused on her as he wraps his big strong arms around her, and she sank into his embrace silently cursing her weakness. Jake needed no explanation as to why his wife was upset, it just didn't seem important. The important thing was that he was here for her now. He holds her close and strokes her hair, she in turn begins to purr involuntarily , even through her tears, she licks his cheek and nuzzles his neck. The scene fades as the latest descent into her own personal Hell begins...
That's why I loved her, and loved her absolutely, because she honestly was the first woman I felt that I could truly be myself around. There was nothing hidden, nothing to conceal, no agenda. Just honest to God love.
True.
Free.
Liberated.
Limitless.
Love.
How many husbands could honestly say that about their wives, about the mothers of their children, about the woman they had made a lifetime commitment to?
She had made so many sacrifices for me already. She wasn't like me. Not at all. That's why we work so well together. Whenever I get too wrapped up in this game, too strung up about my title or lack thereof, and far too concerned about the legacy I will leave behind when I retire, she balances me. She keeps me in check. She provides me with a refreshing if somewhat unconvententional perspective on the whole thing. She isn't here for the titles or the fame, she's here for me. She's always been here for me. A stark but beautiful reminder that as long as she doesn't give up on me, there will always be more to my life than titles, records, awards or hall of fame inductions.
In the beginning it all sounded very foreign to me, as it does to many of my colleagues who can never even begin to understand the true value of all I possess with Kathleen and my two sweet daughters. I wouldn't give them up for all the gold in Fort Knox or all the glory and stature that lesser unfulfilled men kill themselves over every night, performing at house shows or on live TV or at Pay Per Views. That is all behind me. I can deal with having a tentative grip on titles, friends and even business associates, as long as I never lose the hearts that love me most.
Kathy didn't have to do this. She didn't have to leave her career and her life back home in Wichita for me, but she did. For whatever reason, she absolutely insisted I was worth it, we had had so many conversations about it after she had walked back into my life five years ago. I had told her she could stay in law enforcement, but she insisted on travelling the road with me. In her eyes, it was the only way to keep our family together, and I suppose I have to concede that she was right.
Without her, I would be lost. Travelling the road alone, barely able to see her or the kids on any sort of regular basis. That wasn't the kind of life or marriage either of us wanted. That wasn't the kind of life or marriage she deserved. I had already failed her far too often, far more than I should have. I didn't deserve her. She was the eldest daughter of a high powered judge and former Police Captain, she had an entirely different upbringing to me, the eldest son of an honest hard working working class builder. She was from an entirely different social circle, and yet she chose me above all the wealthy well connected suitors that would trip over themselves to court her, she chose me.
I took a member of the social elite and I reduced her to this. It was my fault she suffered like this, had these inevitable episodes. Spike Kane put his hands on her and she's never been the same since, and there hasn't been a day that has gone by where I haven't regretted the whole damn thing, this was my penance, this was the price I had to pay for failing to protect my wife when she needed me most. This was the sacrifice I would make. Now and for the rest of my life...
Jake reached out to stroke Kathy's hair as shem lay next to him, her body tense and her eyes wide, but for the first time in five years, she flinched away from him, she rolled onto her side.
Kathy: No. No strrroke...not thisss time. Thisss time. I deal myssself.
Kathy spoke through clenched teeth, almost as if it caused her pain to speak as she tried to surpress the oncoming episode. She swung her legs out and sat up on the bed, picking her scarlet robe off the floor and putting it on. She then stumbles to her feet and towards the bathroom, and Jake looks on, helplessly.
I must admit, James, its not often I feel so ambivalent and conflicted towards an opponent. I would like to treat this as just another match, I'd love to run you down as just another piddly ass who isn't worthy of my time, attention or even sharing the same ring with me. I'd love to sit here and be able to make fun of you and maybe even add a little fuel to your fire by speculating that the real reason you left your former calling as a doctor to persue this little fool's errand you call a professional wrestling career is not simply because you lost a patient and couldn't deal with it, but rather because you're a damn dirty voyeur who abused your position as the smart, handsome, young doctor to feel up pretty young white chicks in your office, under the guise of an entirely routine examination whether they needed it or not. But then I remember what Alex did to your wife, and part of me can't help but sympathise.
Maybe I'm being way off base here James, but I'm just calling it as I see it buddy. Surely you can appreciate that. I don't know what your story is James, and I don't particularly care to know. Maybe somebody finally threatened to spill the beans on your little private consultations, maybe they didn't, maybe you're just an honest man who was broken by the spectre of death. I'd like to believe you James, really I would. I mean after all if you can't trust a certified medical professional, who can you trust? Doctors are supposed to be some of the most honest, trustworthy and reliable people out there. Their profession demands it.
That's why they're such a hit with the ladies, that's probably why poor little Cynthia married you in the first place. As a doctor you had sound credentials, you could provide security, you could look after her. Maybe you miss the days when pretty dumb blondes would drop their panties for you both inside and outside the office because of your job, yeah as a professional wrestler, those kinds of fans are rare these days, trust me, I'm a wrestler.
All this would explain why you go out of your way to drool over any woman who isn't your wife. It would also explain why as a professional wrestler, you couldn't protect her from being manhandled like the little doll that is her namesake by one Alex Jones last week on Trauma. Now after some of the utterly reprehensible things I've done over my last ten years in this business, I won't insult your intelligence by running down Alex, and I won't insinuate that you're any less of a man for allowing something so desperately tragic to happen to sweet little Cindy whilst you look on helplessly. I've been there myself.
I've been on both sides of the coin actually. I've seen Kathy broken in front of me, and even now I'm still picking up the pieces, and I've destroyed Rose to make a point to one stubborn little asshat who goes by the name of Nathan Webb. These are the unfortunate side effects of being in a business as dirty and as cut-throat as this, anybody will do anything at anytime to get ahead in professional wrestling...and believe me, that is even more true when you're dealing with friends of a bastard like Spike Kane. Both Alex and I have that in common. Spike Kane breeds a certain way of thinking into each of his associates. He has an approach to this business where anything goes and everyone is expendable. But I don't need to tell you that, do I James?
You already found out first hand last week.
Regret can be a pretty powerful motivation, and I'd be an idiot not to expect you to be gunning for me with everything you have in some vain effort to make up for your failures, all the people you've let down in your life, from former patients to your own wife. You want me to believe that all this regret is what drives you in this business, you want me to believe in the power of regret as firmly as the power of love which drives my wife. Regret made you change careers. Love made her change careers. People do remarkable things when they're properly motivated James, both of our wives are testament to that fact. Look how much they've done for us. I know that I personally cannot even begin to feel like I've done enough for my wife. I always feel I owe her so much more than I give her. That she deserves so much more...
Do you feel the same James?
Do you feel you owe Cindy this week?
Is it that regret that drives you?
I do not know. All I can tell you is that if I were in your shoes and some piddly ass punked out Kathy right under my nose, I'd want him and all of his friends dead. All of his associates dead. It wouldn't be a wrestling match anymore. It would be a straight up fight. My association with Alex is minimal, but I'm willing to wager that it is just enough for you to hold me responsible for your failure to protect Cynthia. You can declare war on me, you can see me as Alex Jones, you can vow to hurt me and make me a victim as you intend to carve a bloody trail of retribution on your way up the food chain to Alex Jones and his X Championship. Of course, all this assumes that you actually love your wife Cynthia enough. I'm not convinced you do. Your actions speak for themselves. Whose to say this week you won't simply pick up a copy of the latest issue of NCW Insider Magazine and slobber all over the gorgeous two page spread of my Four Queens?
I wouldn't blame you.
But then my wife knows I love her.
Does yours?
Do any of us?
Tell us James. Tell me the truth James. Tell me you don't really love her. It's okay, I waver the doctor-patient priviledge. You've lied to the pretty young lady for long enough now Jim, now it's time for the truth...and I've got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach Doctor Warren, that the truth will hurt. Your only consolation is my promise that you will feel so much better for it once we all know the truth about your little sham of a marriage to a naive little girl.
Physician, heal thy self...you've failed to heal anybody else, after all...
Jake heard the sound of shattering glass. He sat bolt upright in the bed, slipping on his white robe. He looked over his shoulder.
Jake: Honey, are you alright?
There was no answer. Jake got up and rushed around the bed, to the bathroom door, he then tried the knob.
Jake: Honey, please open the door....
A few moments pass and Kathy opens the door, she is sat on her knees on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Jake immediately steps in and in his haste to comfort his wifem unknowingly kicks the bottle of pills she had been reaching for across the floor. Jake immediately gets down on his knees, completely focused on her as he wraps his big strong arms around her, and she sank into his embrace silently cursing her weakness. Jake needed no explanation as to why his wife was upset, it just didn't seem important. The important thing was that he was here for her now. He holds her close and strokes her hair, she in turn begins to purr involuntarily , even through her tears, she licks his cheek and nuzzles his neck. The scene fades as the latest descent into her own personal Hell begins...