Post by High Tide on Feb 13, 2017 22:22:28 GMT -5
Sometimes I think it’s funny how life works. All the little mishaps and coincidences, the strange run ins and the disappearing acts. Life is a fickle mistress, one you could never fully please, or at least I had yet to find the secret to it. In fact, I was barely maintaining the bare minimums, the basic standards. I was breathing, sure enough, but what really what is my life? A forest hideout, a hotel room, my one night of putting on a show every couple weeks? Don’t get me wrong, I am not disillusioned with wrestling, merely everything else around it in my life.
With time I could find myself climbing out of this hole I had dug myself. Time, time, time; everything came down to time. I was sick of waiting, sick of the unnecessary grind that I was living through. Would it be necessary for most in my position? Undoubtedly. Yet I was not most people, and I had decided enough would be enough.
Why was I sitting here, at the bottom of the bottom, when I could be working my way much more quickly to the top? I wish I knew the answer to that. Just like I wish I could rid my boots of the pervasive soak that they had acquired. Alas I had no answer to the soaked boots, but fortunately for me I did have an answer for my current position. The answer, would require me to be getting my boots wet. A lot. I guess I would have to get used to it.
I picked up my pace, as I was in a very sketchy part of town. There was enough trouble here that even I was cautious, borderline afraid and that was a rare occurrence. My eyes checked every corner, scanned every nook and cranny. I had left this life once, and if I went back down this road, there was no turning back. Was it worth it? Well I knew what my answer was and even if others didn’t agree, well they weren’t living the life I was. I smile even though the area is grim. Yes, life did have a funny way of working things out.
Even my PCW career was mirroring my life. Hell, just how many times had I fought Crazy Boy before in the past, win or loss? Honestly to me, it’s one of the classics. These are the matches I base my skill on, my performance, my stamina. It’s these classics that give me the moments to better myself.
I heard the voice before I saw the body. “Well, well, well look what the ship sailed in,” the voice spoke and it was one I recognized, though that was evident because of the variation of cat dragged in. He used that one every single time he met me, but it is what it is. “Looking for a way back in? A crew? Weapons? What is it you need from me my friend. Time is short on these streets, you know that,” I grimaced as he said it. Another incident from my past, another reminder of what I was about to do.
“You know I want in Phosphorous. I want back in. For good this time. I built my fame and fortune on this, and look where trying to stay clean and sober got me. No, I want back in. I want a crew I can rely on, it can be small to start. Maybe you can procure me a ship. Small. Really, really small. My cash is limited,” I spoke quickly as I handed over the bag containing every bit of cash I had saved up in the last couple of weeks. There would be no more hotel stay after a couple days, no more nice comfortable bed. No I would sleep among the stars once more, until my ship came. Boat, ship, what’s the difference right?
“I am no miracle worker, but I will see what I can do. Welcome back High Tide, you’ll be hearing from me soon,” and without ever revealing himself, I guess he walked away. I don’t really know, he never actually showed himself this time. I wonder why?
Bah, no time for those thoughts. The deal is done, and getting the hell out of this part of town was my first priority. Making sure to duck through the shadows beneath the dim street lamps, I quickly made my way back to the hotel. I had a couple of days left on the month to sleep there and I planned on it. Besides, El Classico was coming up, my standard testing match against Crazy Boy, and damn it I planned to pass.
With time I could find myself climbing out of this hole I had dug myself. Time, time, time; everything came down to time. I was sick of waiting, sick of the unnecessary grind that I was living through. Would it be necessary for most in my position? Undoubtedly. Yet I was not most people, and I had decided enough would be enough.
Why was I sitting here, at the bottom of the bottom, when I could be working my way much more quickly to the top? I wish I knew the answer to that. Just like I wish I could rid my boots of the pervasive soak that they had acquired. Alas I had no answer to the soaked boots, but fortunately for me I did have an answer for my current position. The answer, would require me to be getting my boots wet. A lot. I guess I would have to get used to it.
I picked up my pace, as I was in a very sketchy part of town. There was enough trouble here that even I was cautious, borderline afraid and that was a rare occurrence. My eyes checked every corner, scanned every nook and cranny. I had left this life once, and if I went back down this road, there was no turning back. Was it worth it? Well I knew what my answer was and even if others didn’t agree, well they weren’t living the life I was. I smile even though the area is grim. Yes, life did have a funny way of working things out.
Even my PCW career was mirroring my life. Hell, just how many times had I fought Crazy Boy before in the past, win or loss? Honestly to me, it’s one of the classics. These are the matches I base my skill on, my performance, my stamina. It’s these classics that give me the moments to better myself.
I heard the voice before I saw the body. “Well, well, well look what the ship sailed in,” the voice spoke and it was one I recognized, though that was evident because of the variation of cat dragged in. He used that one every single time he met me, but it is what it is. “Looking for a way back in? A crew? Weapons? What is it you need from me my friend. Time is short on these streets, you know that,” I grimaced as he said it. Another incident from my past, another reminder of what I was about to do.
“You know I want in Phosphorous. I want back in. For good this time. I built my fame and fortune on this, and look where trying to stay clean and sober got me. No, I want back in. I want a crew I can rely on, it can be small to start. Maybe you can procure me a ship. Small. Really, really small. My cash is limited,” I spoke quickly as I handed over the bag containing every bit of cash I had saved up in the last couple of weeks. There would be no more hotel stay after a couple days, no more nice comfortable bed. No I would sleep among the stars once more, until my ship came. Boat, ship, what’s the difference right?
“I am no miracle worker, but I will see what I can do. Welcome back High Tide, you’ll be hearing from me soon,” and without ever revealing himself, I guess he walked away. I don’t really know, he never actually showed himself this time. I wonder why?
Bah, no time for those thoughts. The deal is done, and getting the hell out of this part of town was my first priority. Making sure to duck through the shadows beneath the dim street lamps, I quickly made my way back to the hotel. I had a couple of days left on the month to sleep there and I planned on it. Besides, El Classico was coming up, my standard testing match against Crazy Boy, and damn it I planned to pass.
