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| Nathan | Oct 19 2016, 11:48 PM Post #1 |
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Anna Frost: I -- I -- please, Abel, take her inside and I'll be back tomorrow to get her. Anna Frost, clad in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black sweater, looks at Abel with red and puffy eyes. She's not crying right now; in fact, she's fighting an enormous battle within because she refuses to cry in front of him. She turns and grabs the diaper bag off the surface of her car trunk. She extends it out towards Abel; and for his part, he doesn't even acknowledge it -- his eyes remain fixated on Anna's face. He's holding their young daughter, Hayley, close to his chest as he sniffles. Abel Essex: I don't understand what's going on, Anna. You -- you -- Anna, come on, let's go inside, okay? Just for a couple of minutes; I think we can really work on this if you'd talk to me. Anna Frost: There's nothing to work on, Abel. Her response is spoken in a voice so cold it sends chills up and down Abel's spine. She lowers her arm, tired of holding up the diaper bag, and sniffles twice before continuing. Abel Essex: Nothing -- there's -- there's nothing? Anna Frost: You and I, as far as I'm concerned, have nothing to discuss, okay? I felt horrible about keeping Hayley away from you for the past two weeks. I brought her here today and I will pick her up tomorrow. Abel Essex: Do you hear yourself, Anna? You're -- you're throwing away over ten years because what -- because I signed a contract with a wrestling company? Anna Frost: You made your decision, Abel. Abel Essex: You're being -- Anna, come on, you're being unreasonable. You and I, we've been through so much together, I promise you we can work on this. Anna Frost: Stop it! Anna screams at Abel, right here and now, in the parking lot of his apartment complex. She slaps the trunk of her car once; not feeling like she's released enough aggression, she raises her hand and slaps it once again. Anna Frost: Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Hayley, formerly lost in a deep sleep, startles awake and starts to cry at the top of her lungs. Abel starts bouncing up and down and whispering to his daughter, trying to calm her down. He looks at Anna; sadness and emptiness in his eyes -- he opens his mouth to speak, but he's at a loss for words. For her part, emotions are finally getting the better of her and she's balling her eyes out. Anna Frost: You don't understand, Abel -- it's not about professional wrestling. It's about being a presence in the house; a confidant and lover to me and a protector and father to Hayley. You're never home; and now you're going to be home even less. I -- She pauses as she takes a deep breath and attempts to regain her composure. She's upset at herself for breaking down in front of him. She frustratingly wipes away the tears on her face and clears her throat. Anna Frost: When it was you and I, I could deal with it -- I could make do, but now that Hayley's in the picture -- it's -- it's unacceptable, Abel. Abel Essex: What if -- what if I walk away from the business, Anna? I -- I'll do it, I'll do it right now if it means you'll come inside with. Anna Frost: Yeah, right, Abel -- you've been trying to walk away for six months... She sniffles as she reaches to the ground and picks up the diaper bag. She takes a couple of steps forward and sets it next to Abel. She bends forward and kisses Hayley on the top of her head before backing away slowly, maneuvering around the car on her way to the driver's entrance. All the while, she continues to stare at Abel and he continues to keep his eyes fixated on her. Anna Frost: ...and yet, here you are, still a wrestler -- still engulfed in the business and face it, regardless of what you say to me, you've no intention of getting out. Abel Essex: I'll do anything for you, Anna, I'll -- I'll do anything. He takes a step towards her, but Anna swiftly moves into the driver's seat and takes off. He stands and watches as she speeds out of the parking lot. Hayley starts balling her eyes out again; he looks down at her and rubs the top of her head. Abel Essex: We're going to figure this out, baby girl. Your mom -- her and I are meant to be together. He forces a smile and kisses her forehead prior to picking up the diaper bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He heads towards the building and steps inside, allowing the door to slowly close behind him. ---------- There's this ideology in a person's workplace -- when you step through the door, leave your personal issues outside and focus on business. It's part of the work-life balance that organization's are so focused on these days. And to that ideology I say, bullshit. See, professional wrestling is a little different than your average nine-to-five profession. There's a way, if done properly, to hone personal grievances and use them as fuel and motivation to focus on business. Personal issues can be turned into strengths -- if your job allows, you can pinpoint anger and disdain and allow it to feed into your work. Emotional turmoil can produce some of the best results. And right now, well, right now I have a lot of emotional-fucking-turmoil. Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman. Two individuals that know about emotional turmoil very, very well. Much like myself, you two won your matches last week and advanced in the Redemption championship tournament. And in a twist of sorts, a couple of three-way matches were booked to determine the individuals that continue onward with the quest of becoming the first person to hold the title. And unfortunately, gentlemen, I'm wrestling this week with anger in my heart and hatred oozing from my soul. My personal life drives my professional goals. And right now, I'm struggling to handle things outside the ring. All I want is to step foot inside the squared-circle this week so I can try to demolish some of the demons that are threatening to have their way with me from inside my head. Captain Howdy, I'm not a person that understands you, nor am I someone that wishes to understand you. You, for all intensive purposes, are indescribable. You are a foreign artifact that has yet to be unearthed. You are a disease that has yet to be researched. You are an enigma of sorts, as people have been trying to figure you out for years and as of now, no one's been able to solve the ever-evolving riddle that is Captain Howdy. You're a dominant force because you are unpredictable. And as soon as it looks like someone may be figuring you out, you simply look at them and deliver your trademark laugh. It's funny to you because people only reach conclusions you want them to find. They unearth answers you hid for them to uncover. You are a master manipulator; there's not a head you cannot penetrate or a soul you cannot shrivel. I know all of this -- believe me, I know it, and I respect it because it works. I'm not trying to match wits with you. I'm not trying to figure out the great Captain Howdy. All I'm doing, all I'm focused on, is understanding you for three seconds -- three seconds, that's all I need to pick up the victory and move on in the tournament. See, you're someone else's problem -- you're simply my impediment. But you're an object that can be moved and I will move you. Forcing my way into your world, into your head, is an obvious act of failure on my part -- I don't need all of that to beat you. The secret is shutting you out -- ignoring your words, and focusing on delivering a beating. You're unpredictable, yes, but how much do you know about Abel Essex? You know my name, yes, you know I won my match last week, yes. But what else do you know? Do you think you know who I am? Do you think you know how to beat me? Are you clumping me into the same group as everyone else? That, to me, is disrespectful and a bad choice, if that's the case. See, I know you and Jason Sandman are very familiar with one another. And I wouldn't blame you if the two of you considered each other the biggest threat to one another. But know this, ignoring me and treating me as an afterthought can be, and will be, your demise in this battle, Howdy. And Jason Sandman, a man who is probably the most mentally tormented individual on the roster; and with guys like Howdy around, that's saying something. I've done my research, I've seen some of your battles, and yes, oh yes, they can get very, very bloody. Breaking ten bones means nothing to you because you know you're opponent will end up with more than that. Losing blood makes you happy, kind of like a young teenager watching porn for the first time. It enlightens you, turns you on, and makes you hungry -- hungry to bring the pain. You're a violent man with a violent past. A man that has come from nothing and became something. You're one of the guys promoters used to pass over for others. And to that, I can relate because I've been in the same boat. And that's why I can't help but respect you even if I'm not a fan of your methods. You've fought your way to the top. You've battled and battled, guys like Captain Howdy, guys that are the cream of the crop, you've been there -- you've done that. And now you're here, sharing a ring with Abel Essex. And I'm sure you're focusing your energy on Captain Howdy. And as I said above, he's doing the same towards you. You're both in for a rude awakening. See, Jason, I've been doing this for a long time. As have you; difference is I haven't had to put my body through Hell for opportunities. We've taken different paths to reaching our current career stages. You're beyond violent -- no one understands what they will get when you step into the ring with them. You're unpredictable, much like Howdy. And that's why this match is so special. Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman. Two of the creepiest and violent minds in the business. Set to square off in a three-way match with Abel Essex. Who, you may ask? Who is Abel Essex? Stay tuned, ladies and gentlemen, he'll be the guy with his arm raised after Salvation 125. |
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