Post by Rick Majors on Oct 30, 2016 11:19:57 GMT -5
He woke up to the sound of the baby crying.
“Argh. She still isn’t sleeping through the night,” he thought as he slowly rolled over.
He looked over towards the crib in their bedroom. Kelly had read somewhere that keeping the baby in your room was better for development or something. That was probably true. Having her nearby also made it easier to get up at night and feed her. That was nice. But every time he tossed and turned he worried about waking the little one up. That’s probably what happened this time. She was a light sleeper, just like him.
As he looked over, he saw someone standing beside the crib, lifting little Ava up and comforting her.
“Oh good, Kelly already has her,” he thought briefly and nearly closed his eyes again before realizing that Kelly was sleeping right beside him.
He jolted out of bed and dashed towards the crib as quickly as he could. He tripped over a pile of dirty clothes and nearly toppled to the floor. Whoever the person was who was holding Ava quickly turned and started to run out of the room. He had Ava with him.
Kelly was up now too, confused and screaming. Ava was crying louder than he’d ever heard her cry in her life as she was roughly carried down the hall. Rick Majors ran as fast as he could, grabbing whoever this person was. He had to wrestle Ava away from the intruder. Kelly was right behind him. Rick somehow managed to get Ava and pass her off to a sobbing Kelly. She clutched their baby to her chest while the unknown person ran away.
Rick ran right behind. He needed to catch whomever this was. You cannot walk into his home and try to steal his daughter. He couldn’t let this person get away. He needed to catch up. And he did. But, as he did, the person turned around and thrusted something at him.
He felt intense heat in his midsection. The blade glimmered in the moonlight coming through the window. The sharp pain caused him to double over. Then he saw blood on the ground.
“Don’t stop,” he thought. “Don’t stop.”
Somehow he kept moving forward. The assailant was running down the stairs now. The front door wasn’t far away. Rick Majors basically threw himself down the steps, tackling the stranger to the ground. There was a struggle. Rick reached to pull off the person’s mask. And then he woke up.
He’d had that dream many times before.
But it was starting to come more frequently these days. He had it three times in the last week alone. Why?
He understood the meaning of the dream. After all, it basically hit you in the face. Someone tried to take something that was important to him. But he didn’t have a daughter, so that meant that someone was trying to take something meaningful from him before he could actually get it.
He first started having this dream around the time Kelly had her accident. Back then it made sense. His life at been stolen from him. He was scared that he would lose his wife and any chance at the stereotypical “wife and kids” story that he desperately wanted.
But why was this dream interrupting his sleep so often now?
The PCW Title? Is a shot at the belt that’s being taken from him? That doesn’t make any sense. No one took his title opportunity. He offered it up. And he truly believed in the reasons behind doing so. Despite the fact that they are very close in age, Majors has a lot more miles on him. He’s had several neck surgeries, knee surgeries and shoulder surgeries. He’s been worn down by years on the road, traveling around the world and damaging his body on a nightly basis. That’s not to say that Fierce has had a cushy life. Rick knows that he hasn’t and he respects him for getting through it all. Rick knows that Dan has been through his own beatings, his own pain and his own personal hell. But he has certainly emerged from all of it in better shape than Rick Majors has. You can see it in how the two men move in the ring. Dan Fierce is 46 and wrestles like he’s 46. Rick Majors is 45 and moves like he’s in his late-50s.
So it makes sense that Dan Fierce should have a chance to compete for the title. He was number one contender and he never got the opportunity to fight for the belt. Murdoc stole that from him. And so now Dan Fierce deserved his revenge against Murdoc.
Rick Majors only deserved that shot if he could get through Dan Fierce. The way he won the Deadly Rumble was just as much coincidence and luck as it was ability. Rick needed to know that he was actually ready to fight Murdoc. He needed to prove it to himself by facing Dan Fierce one-on-one and having his armed raised in victory. If he couldn’t fend off a tough challenger like Fierce, he shouldn’t be competing for PCW’s richest prize.
And now, suddenly, in that moment, he understood the dream.
He’d had it wrong all along. Even when he had this dream years ago, he’d interpreted it incorrectly. The person taking something from him was him.
That’s why the assailant wore a mask. That’s why he was never revealed. That’s why he had gotten into the house with ease. That’s why he took Ava and comforted her. The person who was trying to destroy his storybook life was him. And, thus far, he had succeeded.
Even before the accident, he hadn’t been a good husband. He was on the road too much. He didn’t listen to Kelly’s stories. He was always more concerned with himself. He wasn’t mean or cruel or insulting or violent, but he certainly took her for granted. Sure, he stayed with her in the hospital because guilt had forced him to, but he left again as soon as she healed.
He had always chosen wrestling over her. He had always chosen himself over her.
And that’s what ruined his fairy tale. It wasn’t an accident or the industry or a mysterious outside force. It was him. And he was doing it again.
PCW has been a struggle for him. In all of the years that he competed in this organization, he had failed to accomplish any of his goals. Until recently. He won the Deadly Rumble. He won it fair and square. Sure, there was luck involved, but there is always luck involved in everything in life. Bottom line: He won. And then he went out on Trauma 200 and was the sole survivor in the biggest match in company history. Yes, he had teammates and, of course, they were instrumental in the win, but at the end of the night, he had his arm raised. That means something.
"Push those thoughts of 'Fierce softened Sadistic up, you were lucky with that roll-up' aside, Rick. Accept that you achieved something."
After all of the struggle, he finally had the spotlight back on him. And he tried to give it away.
He is responsible for his problems. He is the cause of much of his own pain. He put himself in this position and he continues to do it. He can’t possibly expect things to go his way when he fights against himself the entire time. It’s expected that other people won’t help you along the way, but he should at least be helping himself. Up until this point, he hasn’t been.
He needs to start.
At Trauma 201 he is going to defeat Dan Fierce. Yes, Dan deserves a title shot. Yes, Dan deserves to get his revenge on Murdoc. Yes, Dan deserves the spotlight on himself. But not right now. First it’s Rick Majors’ turn.
He’s old. He’s tired. He’s beaten up. It’s a struggle to get up each day and to carry on. But he keeps doing it. And he can’t let this opportunity get away. There likely won't be another one. At this point in his career, this could very well be his last chance to truly, pardon the pun, make an impact.
“Don’t stop,” he thought. “Don’t stop.”
Whatever Dan Fierce could throw at him, whatever Murdoc could hit him with, whatever anyone else could do to him, it all paled in comparison to the damage he has done to himself. Both of those men are talented and strong and determined and skilled, but they aren’t Rick Majors.
“Argh. She still isn’t sleeping through the night,” he thought as he slowly rolled over.
He looked over towards the crib in their bedroom. Kelly had read somewhere that keeping the baby in your room was better for development or something. That was probably true. Having her nearby also made it easier to get up at night and feed her. That was nice. But every time he tossed and turned he worried about waking the little one up. That’s probably what happened this time. She was a light sleeper, just like him.
As he looked over, he saw someone standing beside the crib, lifting little Ava up and comforting her.
“Oh good, Kelly already has her,” he thought briefly and nearly closed his eyes again before realizing that Kelly was sleeping right beside him.
He jolted out of bed and dashed towards the crib as quickly as he could. He tripped over a pile of dirty clothes and nearly toppled to the floor. Whoever the person was who was holding Ava quickly turned and started to run out of the room. He had Ava with him.
Kelly was up now too, confused and screaming. Ava was crying louder than he’d ever heard her cry in her life as she was roughly carried down the hall. Rick Majors ran as fast as he could, grabbing whoever this person was. He had to wrestle Ava away from the intruder. Kelly was right behind him. Rick somehow managed to get Ava and pass her off to a sobbing Kelly. She clutched their baby to her chest while the unknown person ran away.
Rick ran right behind. He needed to catch whomever this was. You cannot walk into his home and try to steal his daughter. He couldn’t let this person get away. He needed to catch up. And he did. But, as he did, the person turned around and thrusted something at him.
He felt intense heat in his midsection. The blade glimmered in the moonlight coming through the window. The sharp pain caused him to double over. Then he saw blood on the ground.
“Don’t stop,” he thought. “Don’t stop.”
Somehow he kept moving forward. The assailant was running down the stairs now. The front door wasn’t far away. Rick Majors basically threw himself down the steps, tackling the stranger to the ground. There was a struggle. Rick reached to pull off the person’s mask. And then he woke up.
He’d had that dream many times before.
But it was starting to come more frequently these days. He had it three times in the last week alone. Why?
He understood the meaning of the dream. After all, it basically hit you in the face. Someone tried to take something that was important to him. But he didn’t have a daughter, so that meant that someone was trying to take something meaningful from him before he could actually get it.
He first started having this dream around the time Kelly had her accident. Back then it made sense. His life at been stolen from him. He was scared that he would lose his wife and any chance at the stereotypical “wife and kids” story that he desperately wanted.
But why was this dream interrupting his sleep so often now?
The PCW Title? Is a shot at the belt that’s being taken from him? That doesn’t make any sense. No one took his title opportunity. He offered it up. And he truly believed in the reasons behind doing so. Despite the fact that they are very close in age, Majors has a lot more miles on him. He’s had several neck surgeries, knee surgeries and shoulder surgeries. He’s been worn down by years on the road, traveling around the world and damaging his body on a nightly basis. That’s not to say that Fierce has had a cushy life. Rick knows that he hasn’t and he respects him for getting through it all. Rick knows that Dan has been through his own beatings, his own pain and his own personal hell. But he has certainly emerged from all of it in better shape than Rick Majors has. You can see it in how the two men move in the ring. Dan Fierce is 46 and wrestles like he’s 46. Rick Majors is 45 and moves like he’s in his late-50s.
So it makes sense that Dan Fierce should have a chance to compete for the title. He was number one contender and he never got the opportunity to fight for the belt. Murdoc stole that from him. And so now Dan Fierce deserved his revenge against Murdoc.
Rick Majors only deserved that shot if he could get through Dan Fierce. The way he won the Deadly Rumble was just as much coincidence and luck as it was ability. Rick needed to know that he was actually ready to fight Murdoc. He needed to prove it to himself by facing Dan Fierce one-on-one and having his armed raised in victory. If he couldn’t fend off a tough challenger like Fierce, he shouldn’t be competing for PCW’s richest prize.
And now, suddenly, in that moment, he understood the dream.
He’d had it wrong all along. Even when he had this dream years ago, he’d interpreted it incorrectly. The person taking something from him was him.
That’s why the assailant wore a mask. That’s why he was never revealed. That’s why he had gotten into the house with ease. That’s why he took Ava and comforted her. The person who was trying to destroy his storybook life was him. And, thus far, he had succeeded.
Even before the accident, he hadn’t been a good husband. He was on the road too much. He didn’t listen to Kelly’s stories. He was always more concerned with himself. He wasn’t mean or cruel or insulting or violent, but he certainly took her for granted. Sure, he stayed with her in the hospital because guilt had forced him to, but he left again as soon as she healed.
He had always chosen wrestling over her. He had always chosen himself over her.
And that’s what ruined his fairy tale. It wasn’t an accident or the industry or a mysterious outside force. It was him. And he was doing it again.
PCW has been a struggle for him. In all of the years that he competed in this organization, he had failed to accomplish any of his goals. Until recently. He won the Deadly Rumble. He won it fair and square. Sure, there was luck involved, but there is always luck involved in everything in life. Bottom line: He won. And then he went out on Trauma 200 and was the sole survivor in the biggest match in company history. Yes, he had teammates and, of course, they were instrumental in the win, but at the end of the night, he had his arm raised. That means something.
"Push those thoughts of 'Fierce softened Sadistic up, you were lucky with that roll-up' aside, Rick. Accept that you achieved something."
After all of the struggle, he finally had the spotlight back on him. And he tried to give it away.
He is responsible for his problems. He is the cause of much of his own pain. He put himself in this position and he continues to do it. He can’t possibly expect things to go his way when he fights against himself the entire time. It’s expected that other people won’t help you along the way, but he should at least be helping himself. Up until this point, he hasn’t been.
He needs to start.
At Trauma 201 he is going to defeat Dan Fierce. Yes, Dan deserves a title shot. Yes, Dan deserves to get his revenge on Murdoc. Yes, Dan deserves the spotlight on himself. But not right now. First it’s Rick Majors’ turn.
He’s old. He’s tired. He’s beaten up. It’s a struggle to get up each day and to carry on. But he keeps doing it. And he can’t let this opportunity get away. There likely won't be another one. At this point in his career, this could very well be his last chance to truly, pardon the pun, make an impact.
“Don’t stop,” he thought. “Don’t stop.”
Whatever Dan Fierce could throw at him, whatever Murdoc could hit him with, whatever anyone else could do to him, it all paled in comparison to the damage he has done to himself. Both of those men are talented and strong and determined and skilled, but they aren’t Rick Majors.