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Separation
Topic Started: Oct 12 2016, 12:25 AM (50 Views)
Nathan
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Abel Essex, clad in a pair of faded blue jeans and a black Chevelle t-shirt, sits on the edge of a couch inside the living room of his apartment. He's bent forward; elbows digging into his thighs and head down, his hair hanging and covering his face. Hurrying about around him is Anna Frost, his longtime girlfriend and mother of his daughter. She has a diaper bag over her shoulder and she's rushing around the living room; grabbing a toy here, a diaper there. She frantically forces the items into the open bag and continues her frantic journey around the apartment.

Abel sighs loudly, clearly frustrated as he yanks his head up and runs his hands through his hair. He looks at his girlfriend with emptiness in his eyes and hopelessness in his heart. He feels helpless; he IS helpless as he watches her continue to pack up his daughter's things.

Abel Essex: I -- I -- I'm begging you to reconsider, Anna. This is your home -- it's our home -- and I think you're making an emotional decision.

Anna Frost: An emotional decision?

She stops in front of him, clutching an outfit in one hand and a rattle in the other, a look of pure rage and frustration crammed onto her beautiful face.

Anna Frost: For ten years, Abel; for the last ten years I've stood by your side as you chased your dream. I reassured you when you had doubts. I pulled you in the right direction when you lost your way. At one point, Abel, I was working three jobs -- three jobs -- to keep us afloat. I did all of that because I love you and I want you to be happy.

She pauses while raising the hand with the outfit, using it to wipe tears from beneath her eyes. Anna takes a deep breath, holding it inside for a long moment, utilizing it to the best of her ability to calm herself down before exhaling.

Anna Frost: And professional wrestling, for better or worse, is what makes you happy, Abel. It's not me, it's not Hayley, it's wrestling -- and that's just the way it is.

Abel Essex: You really believe that?

Anna Frost: Yes, Abel; I mean, why shouldn't I believe it?

Abel Essex: I wake up, each and every morning, for you and Hayley. The two of you are my life, Anna, why isn't that clear to you?

Anna Frost: Why isn't that clear to me? Are you fucking serious, Abel?

If smoke bellowing from the ears was humanly possible, Anna would be in the process of setting off the smoke alarms. She's furious; her cheeks are shaking and her eyes bulging. She raises her left hand and tosses the toy at Abel, quickly following it up with the outfit. He snatches his daughter's clothes out of the air and raises to his feet in a hurry, clearly getting upset as Anna quickly goes off the rails.

Anna Frost: A professional wrestler is not fit to be a father, Abel. When you were wrestling in Illinois, you were gone three nights a week, if not more. And now, oh, now there's this big time promotion rearing and gearing to take a chance on Abel Essex -- and you know what that means for this family? It means you, my apparent future husband and the father of my child, disappearing from the house more than before because your commitments are much crazier now that you're in the big leagues.

Abel Essex: I told you, Anna, I told you I'd do everything I can to make this work for us.

Anna Frost: And I told you, the day we found out I was pregnant, that I wanted you to quit wrestling and find a real job. For the first time, in ten years, I stood my ground and took the opportunity to be selfish for once. And what did you do, Abel?

She hesitates as her emotions are clearly getting the better of her. She's breathing through sobs and fighting through all sorts of crazy thoughts in her heads in search of the right words. Abel, for his credit, is standing pat and allowing her to get everything off her chest.

Anna Frost: You told me, to my face, that you would quit when Hayley was born. And six months went by; and what do you know? You were still wrestling. But I didn't push you because I trusted you to handle things; I trusted you to keep your word. I figured you were having a tough time finding a job; but I assumed you were in the process so I kept my mouth shut.

Abel Essex: It's not who I am, Anna, okay? I -- I -- I thought I could do it, you know? Yes, I told you I'd look for a normal job, I told you I'd try to settle down -- but, I don't know, it's -- it's in my blood, it's who I am -- wrestling is my job. I hoped I could change your mind, help you see that I could make it work.

Anna Frost: Oh, yeah, change my mind, huh? You think signing with a big time wrestling company is going to make me feel better? Oh, we have money coming in now, all is well -- I can just sit home with the baby while our man is out and about.

Abel Essex: We can make it work, Anna, we can make it work!

Anna Frost: No! No!

She screams, stomping her foot onto the hardwood flooring for the extra oomph. She bends down and grabs the toy and outfit she threw at Abel minutes prior. She shoves both items into the diaper bag and zips it up, all in one swift motion. She viciously wipes away tears from her face as she slowly backs away from Abel, who is still standing in place, a look of confusion and dejection teaming together to make one of the most perplexed facial expressions.

Abel Essex: Please -- Anna, please, don't go, okay? Just -- bring Hayley back, this is her home, right? Bring her back, and we can sit down and figure things out.

Anna Frost: I -- I --

She struggles to find the right words as she continues stepping backwards to the door. She bumps up against it; pausing as she stares across the room at Abel. She sniffles a couple of times and wipes away yet another batch of fresh tears. Abel takes a step forward, but he stops right there as he can clearly see it's making Anna uncomfortable as he attempts to approach her. He reaches his hands behind his head, grabbing two handfuls of his hair and pulls, trying to distract his nerves and emotions so he can hold in his tears.

Anna Frost: I -- I can't do this anymore, Abel. I -- I just -- I just cant.

She barely finishes her sentence before reaching behind her and opening the door. She stops in the doorway, staring at Abel; his eyes are screaming for her to stay but everything in her body is telling her to leave. She bursts into loud sobs as she steps into the hallway of their building and closes the door.

Abel Essex: Anna...

Abel trails off; with Hayley already out of the apartment, and Anna walking out now, he's just stood witness to his entire world walking out the door. He steps towards the door, but his entire body locks up and all he can do is drop to his knees. He buries his head in the recliner and sobs.

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It's my time.

I've been wrestling for fifteen years. And due to erroneous decisions made by my father, I've been mostly relegated to the state of Illinois. But now, after such a long and grinding road, with much more downs than ups -- both professionally and personally, I can finally say that it is truly my time.

And it feels so, so good.

Redemption, a company with such history and prestige. An organization that rose to the top of the industry with such an extravagant business plan and approach to the sport. An organization that has housed some of the finest talent in the history of professional wrestling. A company that has put on some of the craziest and most exciting wrestling broadcasts of the past few years. Redemption, what a satisfying name and a wonderful place to call home for Abel Essex.

After all, I've spent years trying to find an opportunity that my father didn't destroy by tarnishing the family name. And now, after all of the hard work, I'm here -- in Redemption, on a path that will lead to the restitution of the name Essex and a journey that will leave sour tastes in many, many wrestling "big wigs" once all is said and done.

And right off the bat, the very first show of the reincarnation of the organization, sees the beginning of a tournament to crown the first ever Redemption champion. And Abel Essex, the man with fire in his eyes and determination in his heart, finds himself in the aforementioned tournament -- and my first opponent is an individual by the name of Eva Broussard.

See, I may not have been in Redemption during the promotion's initial run. But that doesn't mean I'm oblivious to the past. Eva, from what I've heard and seen from you, it's clear to me that you lack a word I don't toss around too lightly; and that's respect. The way you address people, the way you approach people, everything about you reeks of complete and utter disrespect.

And again, this is going off an attitude a couple of years in the past, perhaps you've been born again and pulled your head from your ass; or, on the other hand, maybe you're still the same condescending person, and thus you're in need of a behavioral adjustment.

Truthfully, it doesn't make much difference to me, if I'm honest. My objective is simple: proceed to the ring, whip some ass, and pick up the victory. Now, if you've learned how to properly talk to people in the short period of time Redemption has been away, then I'm all for a friendly handshake following the match. If you're still rotten and sour, I might need to throw in an extra Realign after the conclusion of our battle -- least I can do to try to knock some respect into you.

But regardless, I'll let you know ahead of time -- I don't cheat, I don't take shortcuts. When I hit the ring, I do things the right way. And your attitude won't alter my approach. It just alters the amount of joy the crowd feels once I leave you flat on the mat.

When I watched Redemption, Eva, I saw a broad that was so into herself, so oblivious to her surroundings, that it was almost sort of humorous. You treated everyone like they were beneath you -- like they should be cleaning your bathroom or making dinner for your family; two things I'm sure you have never done; but you disrespected them, treating them as if they were inferior to you.

Is that the way you handle people, Eva?

Do you think you're better than everyone else?

After all, it appears you've had a decent upbringing, eh? Daddy's little girl; I want this, I want that -- and you got it, didn't you? His company had a hand in saving New Orleans. I'm sure his company sent you to school. I'm sure his company pulled all of the necessary strings to get you where you are right now. And maybe it's because of all of these handouts, all of these freebies, that you've turned into a bitch.

Are you a bitch?

I consider myself a half-decent man, if I'm honest with you, I don't like to disrespect people. But the way you acted, the way you treated others, it truly made me sick to my stomach. And I hope, after a year or two away from the limelight, you've had a revelation and developed some appreciation for the people around you. We are all in this together, we are all vying for the same thing: and that's to prove to the entire world that we can be the very best at what we do.

And perhaps you need the psychological advantage to get the best of people.

Maybe you need to try to manipulate them and make them feel mentally weak and damaged by the time they face you.

Perhaps that's something you require to get the job done.

Not me, I focus on my physical abilities and I want my opponent to have a clear mind when we wrestle. I want to be able to beat a person when they are at their very best. And that's what brings joy to my heart.

So, Eva, approach this match how you wish -- try to manipulate me; perhaps throw a curveball and acknowledge that Redemption made a good decision when it offered my a contract. Say what you want, but my opinion of you remains the same. You've proven yourself to be an ass, and an ass is what you will remain until you prove otherwise.

But you're going to be a sour ass once our match concludes, Eva, because I assure you it'll be Abel Essex, the one and only, pulling out the victory and moving on in the tournament. I've waited way too long, fought way too hard, to get here only to have it taken from me at the very first hurdle. I am determined, I am ready, and I am focused.

And you're going to run directly into a wall at Salvation, Eva.

And it's going to hurt.

It's going to hurt a lot.

I'll see you out there.
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