Post by Rick Majors on Aug 11, 2020 20:18:50 GMT -5
January 2009:
“Since when do you fucking care?” he yelled, storming out of the room. He then turned at the door, changed his mind, and marched back in. “You only care about getting what you want! You don’t care about my feelings!”
“I only care about getting what I want!?” she shot back angrily. “What part of this is what I want!? What part of MY LIFE is what I want!?”
She stomped toward him, her eyes filled with the kind of rage that he hardly ever saw in her.
“You think this is what I want!? Everything – EVERYTHING – I do is for you and what you want!”
“And everything I fucking do is so you can live the life you have right now,” he screamed. He wasn’t thinking straight anymore. He was just yelling. His face felt hot with rage. He should leave before this gets worse, he knew that. But he continued. He couldn't help it. “I break my fucking body every week so that you can sit at home and do what!? Focus on your art!? It’s barely even art!”
That was mean. That would really hurt her. He knew it. But right now he didn’t care. He wanted to hurt her.
“For me!? FOR ME!?” she screamed. “Every single part of this relationship is focused on you and what you want. I don’t even bring up my needs or wants anymore because I know you’ll freak the fuck out if every little thing doesn’t go your way! I've given up on ever hoping for anything for myself because I know you won't do it unless it's what you want to do!”
She could tell he was about to cut her off. He knew his voice was louder than hers and that he could dominate the conversation if he use it. But she wasn’t going to make that easy for him to do today.
“You don’t wrestle to earn money for us, don’t fucking pretend that’s why you’re in the ring,” she screamed right in his face. “You do it for the praise and the fans and the glory and everything else, but don’t you DARE pretend that you’re doing it for me! You don't do anything for anyone but yourself!”
He had no response. He knew she was right but he wasn’t about to admit it. Not right now.
“Well maybe I’m looking for praise and respect from wrestling because I don’t get it from you.”
That was too far. It’s the second really cruel thing he’d said during this argument... and it was also a huge lie. He was just trying to win now. She wasn’t his wife in this moment. She was an enemy that he wanted to defeat.
“Oh fuck you!” she shot back, her eyes filled with tears now.
“Oh, you’re gonna cry!? You’re gonna cry now so I feel bad and apologize!? Well I won’t! You’re the one who’s wrong here! You should apologize!”
He barely even remembered why they were fighting now. He was just absolutely filled with nothing but rage. The only thing that mattered to him in this moment was feeding that rage, giving it what it wanted, making this worse.
She wasn't going to let him. She'd had enough. She turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. His heart was still pounding. His face must be blood red. He was shaking. He wanted to scream or hit something or both.
And he wanted to go after her. But not to see if she was okay, not to apologize. He wanted to twist the knife some more. He wanted to prove how right he is. He wanted her to admit he was right. And he knew she would if he screamed loud enough for a long enough time. He could break her down. He'd done it before.
But he stopped. This was too much.
Hours later he was filled with regret. Again. He’d gone crazy. Again. She wasn’t speaking to him. Again. A little while later he would apologize. He would say he was wrong and that he went too far and that he’d never do it again. She’d accept the apology. But she knew he wasn’t going to change. Maybe he believed he would change - he probably honestly did – but he wouldn’t. In the moment, he felt bad, but he'd let anger take control of him again as soon as he felt threatened. Rather than deal with life - rather than deal with the wants or needs of other people - he'd fly off the handle. Deep down, he knew that. Nothing was ever going to change.
Rick Majors has ruined every relationship – both personal and professional – that he’s ever had. Depending on his mood, he might blame it on the world being unfair or the cruelty of people or jealousy or other story he could come up with. He'd tell the world and himself that he was stabbed in the back again.... but the reality is that he’s a selfish person who likes to pretend he isn’t. On the surface, he seems like someone you could be friends with, and that draws you in. Once you really get to know him, you find out that he’s a selfish jerk with an anger problem. But by then it’s a lot harder to get away.
So you have to push him away to get him to leave. In wrestling, that often translates to a steel chair in the back or a lead pipe to the knee. In the real world, that means leaving in the middle of the night to stay with your sister and never returning. No matter how it happens, the result is the same. You’re finally free and he gets to act like the victim. He always finds a way to make it about him.
But he’s not a victim. If anything, he turns his friends and loved ones into victims. He only cares about what he gets out of a friendship; he barely tries to give the other person anything. Hell, he barely even wants to hear the other person talk. While they’re telling him what they want or how they feel, he’s thinking about what he’s going to say next and slowly getting angry that he isn’t getting a chance to speak.
And that’s why he’s alone. That’s why he’s almost 50 years old and still quietly struggling through life desperate to make some sort of connection with someone, anyone.
Grimm.
It’s absolutely pathetic, but that day they met at the coffee shop was the closest he’d had to meeting up with a friend in ages. That is, unless you count being preached to by Seromine… and he’s not sure if he does. But, since that meeting, Rick Majors has pinned Grimm in Genesis Title matches. Twice. Grimm’s not a petty man. He wouldn’t hold those matches against Rick Majors personally, would he?
Would Rick Majors rather a casual acquaintance of the Hangtown Horror or the Genesis Champion?
Maybe if they win this match against Holden and Gerard, maybe if Rick Majors is really impressive in the match, maybe if he’s an excellent tag team partner… will that bring back some positive feelings from Grimm?
He'd like that.
They'd worked well together before. They’d defeated these exact two opponents as well. If they can do it again, will that show Grimm how reliable Rick can be? How consistent he can be? How he’s someone who can be counted on?
Usually Rick Majors forces people to turn on him, but Grimm has already beaten him to within an inch of his life. Maybe this time things are working backwards. Maybe instead of a friend getting angry and hurting him, could someone who once hurt him now become his… friend?
Does Grimm even have friends?
“Since when do you fucking care?” he yelled, storming out of the room. He then turned at the door, changed his mind, and marched back in. “You only care about getting what you want! You don’t care about my feelings!”
“I only care about getting what I want!?” she shot back angrily. “What part of this is what I want!? What part of MY LIFE is what I want!?”
She stomped toward him, her eyes filled with the kind of rage that he hardly ever saw in her.
“You think this is what I want!? Everything – EVERYTHING – I do is for you and what you want!”
“And everything I fucking do is so you can live the life you have right now,” he screamed. He wasn’t thinking straight anymore. He was just yelling. His face felt hot with rage. He should leave before this gets worse, he knew that. But he continued. He couldn't help it. “I break my fucking body every week so that you can sit at home and do what!? Focus on your art!? It’s barely even art!”
That was mean. That would really hurt her. He knew it. But right now he didn’t care. He wanted to hurt her.
“For me!? FOR ME!?” she screamed. “Every single part of this relationship is focused on you and what you want. I don’t even bring up my needs or wants anymore because I know you’ll freak the fuck out if every little thing doesn’t go your way! I've given up on ever hoping for anything for myself because I know you won't do it unless it's what you want to do!”
She could tell he was about to cut her off. He knew his voice was louder than hers and that he could dominate the conversation if he use it. But she wasn’t going to make that easy for him to do today.
“You don’t wrestle to earn money for us, don’t fucking pretend that’s why you’re in the ring,” she screamed right in his face. “You do it for the praise and the fans and the glory and everything else, but don’t you DARE pretend that you’re doing it for me! You don't do anything for anyone but yourself!”
He had no response. He knew she was right but he wasn’t about to admit it. Not right now.
“Well maybe I’m looking for praise and respect from wrestling because I don’t get it from you.”
That was too far. It’s the second really cruel thing he’d said during this argument... and it was also a huge lie. He was just trying to win now. She wasn’t his wife in this moment. She was an enemy that he wanted to defeat.
“Oh fuck you!” she shot back, her eyes filled with tears now.
“Oh, you’re gonna cry!? You’re gonna cry now so I feel bad and apologize!? Well I won’t! You’re the one who’s wrong here! You should apologize!”
He barely even remembered why they were fighting now. He was just absolutely filled with nothing but rage. The only thing that mattered to him in this moment was feeding that rage, giving it what it wanted, making this worse.
She wasn't going to let him. She'd had enough. She turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. His heart was still pounding. His face must be blood red. He was shaking. He wanted to scream or hit something or both.
And he wanted to go after her. But not to see if she was okay, not to apologize. He wanted to twist the knife some more. He wanted to prove how right he is. He wanted her to admit he was right. And he knew she would if he screamed loud enough for a long enough time. He could break her down. He'd done it before.
But he stopped. This was too much.
Hours later he was filled with regret. Again. He’d gone crazy. Again. She wasn’t speaking to him. Again. A little while later he would apologize. He would say he was wrong and that he went too far and that he’d never do it again. She’d accept the apology. But she knew he wasn’t going to change. Maybe he believed he would change - he probably honestly did – but he wouldn’t. In the moment, he felt bad, but he'd let anger take control of him again as soon as he felt threatened. Rather than deal with life - rather than deal with the wants or needs of other people - he'd fly off the handle. Deep down, he knew that. Nothing was ever going to change.
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"For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice."
Rick Majors has ruined every relationship – both personal and professional – that he’s ever had. Depending on his mood, he might blame it on the world being unfair or the cruelty of people or jealousy or other story he could come up with. He'd tell the world and himself that he was stabbed in the back again.... but the reality is that he’s a selfish person who likes to pretend he isn’t. On the surface, he seems like someone you could be friends with, and that draws you in. Once you really get to know him, you find out that he’s a selfish jerk with an anger problem. But by then it’s a lot harder to get away.
So you have to push him away to get him to leave. In wrestling, that often translates to a steel chair in the back or a lead pipe to the knee. In the real world, that means leaving in the middle of the night to stay with your sister and never returning. No matter how it happens, the result is the same. You’re finally free and he gets to act like the victim. He always finds a way to make it about him.
But he’s not a victim. If anything, he turns his friends and loved ones into victims. He only cares about what he gets out of a friendship; he barely tries to give the other person anything. Hell, he barely even wants to hear the other person talk. While they’re telling him what they want or how they feel, he’s thinking about what he’s going to say next and slowly getting angry that he isn’t getting a chance to speak.
And that’s why he’s alone. That’s why he’s almost 50 years old and still quietly struggling through life desperate to make some sort of connection with someone, anyone.
Grimm.
It’s absolutely pathetic, but that day they met at the coffee shop was the closest he’d had to meeting up with a friend in ages. That is, unless you count being preached to by Seromine… and he’s not sure if he does. But, since that meeting, Rick Majors has pinned Grimm in Genesis Title matches. Twice. Grimm’s not a petty man. He wouldn’t hold those matches against Rick Majors personally, would he?
Would Rick Majors rather a casual acquaintance of the Hangtown Horror or the Genesis Champion?
Maybe if they win this match against Holden and Gerard, maybe if Rick Majors is really impressive in the match, maybe if he’s an excellent tag team partner… will that bring back some positive feelings from Grimm?
He'd like that.
They'd worked well together before. They’d defeated these exact two opponents as well. If they can do it again, will that show Grimm how reliable Rick can be? How consistent he can be? How he’s someone who can be counted on?
Usually Rick Majors forces people to turn on him, but Grimm has already beaten him to within an inch of his life. Maybe this time things are working backwards. Maybe instead of a friend getting angry and hurting him, could someone who once hurt him now become his… friend?
Does Grimm even have friends?