Post by Stormm on May 18, 2006 2:31:51 GMT -5
I've made some bad decisions in my past. Some of those I haven't thought twice about, and then there are those that make me question myself, and what I was thinking. Seems for the past couple of years, I've regretted just about everything I've done. Becoming an in office only entity in the sport of professional wrestling was my first bad decision. Not just any decision, but a bad business decision. You could say that began what has become a string of bad luck for me.
To be honest, I haven't felt like myself since I made that decision all those years ago. What I had thought was my place in the sport was gone, and I figured I'd take my spot in line to become one of the biggest names outside of the squared circle. I managed to work my way up the charts, and I may have been successful, but then again, what is success if you gain nothing from it. What is success if you can't even fucking smile about it at the end of the day.
I was tired of the same old shit, different day routine I had been putting myself through. I wasn't having fun, and at what price? Almost a billion dollars in the bank. It's never been about the money to me, yet that's all I have to show for myself these days... a solid bank account.
Well I'll tell you what; I'm done with this straight faced life I've been living. I want to wear a smile with pride, and I almost don't care about the price. One way or another, I will be proud of what I'm doing, no matter how much I have to sacrifice to be that way. Oh, and for those that are curious, just wait, I know exactly where to start...
...the root of all that has been evil in my life.
'You better get in there!' A female voice yelled from outside the solid oak doors that separated me from the rest of the world at this point. 'It sounds like someone’s getting the crap kicked out of them!' The voice continued to emphasize.
A hard, very fast paced knock, came from the other side. A knock I wasn't going to reply to. 'Justin?!' A familiar male voice yelled to me. 'Are you in there?! Are you alright?!' The voice continued to ask.
There was a short pause, and a silence from the hysteria on the outside of the office I was currently in. My old office. 'I have an extra key! I'll get it!' The female voice exclaimed, followed by a frantic to find something out there.
I continued to hold my ground inside of the office as I heard a key being inserted into the door, and getting turned. The door flew open, and with my back turned towards the door, I decided to turn the one hundred and eighty degrees needed to face those who entered my space. 'Can I help you?' I asked while witnessing the most horrified looks I've ever seen out of the two who entered the room. My office at Havoc Entertainment.
Brian McCallister, a long time friend and temporary President of the company that I founded, along with my secretary both had dropped jaws, and they both looked dumbfounded. 'What have you done here Mr. Michaels?' Asked my secretary.
I smiled and shook my head, but said nothing. I paced around a bit, waiting for the next obvious question to come. It wasn't long, as suspected, before Brian took it upon himself to try to find resolution to the matter. 'Seriously Justin, have you lost your mind? What do you think you are doing?' He questioned with sincerity.
I stopped pacing, looking out of my big office window at the slightly overcast day in Atlanta. I then turned my head to Brian, and lifted an eyebrow. 'Redecoration!' I exclaimed. 'Do you like it?!' I asked sarcastically before moving quickly behind my desk which I had turned over. I sat in my chair and placed my feet on a leg of the overturned desk. I shrugged my shoulders with an expression on my face that asked the question again.
'I think he finally gone and lost his mind!' My secretary said to Brian before leaving the room. Brian nodded his head.
I put a fake pouty face on and yelled out to her as she left the office. 'Why don't you like it?!'
Brian quickly shot in front of me and nearly got in my face. 'That's enough Justin!' He shouted, before pushing me back a little, almost making me trip over my own chair.
I looked at the ground and shook my head. 'You really don't know what you are getting yourself into, do you? Here I was thinking we were friends!' I exclaimed right back as I got into his face.
'You don't want to do that Justin, seriously. You don't want to do that.' He said as he avoided eye contact with me.
I smiled at him. 'Why not Brian? Can't a guy take a little frustration out on something he owns once in a while? There's nothing wrong with a little tantrum, is there? Or are you trying to be my mommy right now, and get me to understand that I might have done something wrong?' I said to him, putting it in the best little kid voice that I could. My anger was getting to me, and with my sarcasm, I know things were just going to get worse. There was a pause, and Brian obviously didn’t want to say anything. So I gave him some fuel. 'Never were a man of words, were you Brian? Always the chicken shit! Standing down, can't open his mouth. Makes me wonder why I gave you the job.' I said with a cheap grin on my face as I turned around.
Before I could get a full hundred and eighty degree turn in, my right shoulder was grabbed, and my body was flung around. I noticed a balled up fist, but it wasn't coming towards my face at all. 'Don't... Don't make me hurt you Justin. You are my friend.' He said with a scared stutter to his voice.
I laughed slightly. 'Brian, you shouldn't have stopped.' I said to him, but leaving no time for him to say anything back before I gave him a quick right hook to the left side of his face, knocking him to the ground. 'Next time, go ahead and punch me.' I said to him as I started to walk out of my office, maybe for the last time in a long while. But then I paused. 'Actually...' I said, before turning back around. 'Next time, just stay out of my damn business, and nobody's feelings have to get hurt!' I exclaimed before finally making my way out of the office, and on my way out of the building.
I, however, did stop when I realize my secretary was walking back into my office. I hung my head while listening, because I did feel bad for what I did, knowing that I could have just released all my anger and been fine had nobody heard me, or come into the office to see what was going on. On the other hand, I was so mad at this point, me feeling bad didn't matter much.
My secretary vanished into my office, to see what had actually happened. A huge gasp came after she saw Brian, probably, still on the floor. 'Blood?!' She exclaimed. 'I told you that boy done lost his mind!' She yelled to him.
She obviously tried helping him up because I could hear him in there grunting in refusal. 'I'm fine, don't worry.' He said.
'Are you going to sue that crazy ass?' She asked Brian
There was a pause at this point. I was about to start walking off again when Brian finally answered. 'No. There's no reason to.' He said. 'I haven't seen that guy so rialed up in years. To be honest, the last time I saw him like that was the last time he was enjoying himself with what he was doing.' Brian continued. 'This office held him back so much. It gave him reason to not get out there and pursue his career. With that bad knee of his, sure, it helped his cause, but he wasn't happy here.' He finished.
Charise, my secretary, laughed a little. 'He must have knocked something loose boy, because you aren't thinking right.' She said.
Brian snapped right back. 'I'm thinking perfectly clear! Something about what just happened actually makes sense. I'm not sure why, but it does.' He said, and I heard a clatter of two people walking through the disaster that I had left that office in, so I decided it was time to leave.
I began my trek out of the building, and the whole way, wondered if I should apologize to Brian, or just leave it be. Apologizing seemed like the right thing to do, but then again, you can't get anywhere these days without doing the wrong thing once in awhile. I'm sure he'd understand that I punched him in the face for a reason. Hell, he had almost said it himself. He'll get over it, right?
Yeah, he'll get over it. No problem. Hell, not only do I feel better about myself now, but I'm not even upset that I just punched one of my best friends in the face. Because I know he knows why I did it.
Why did I do it, anyway?
To be honest, I haven't felt like myself since I made that decision all those years ago. What I had thought was my place in the sport was gone, and I figured I'd take my spot in line to become one of the biggest names outside of the squared circle. I managed to work my way up the charts, and I may have been successful, but then again, what is success if you gain nothing from it. What is success if you can't even fucking smile about it at the end of the day.
I was tired of the same old shit, different day routine I had been putting myself through. I wasn't having fun, and at what price? Almost a billion dollars in the bank. It's never been about the money to me, yet that's all I have to show for myself these days... a solid bank account.
Well I'll tell you what; I'm done with this straight faced life I've been living. I want to wear a smile with pride, and I almost don't care about the price. One way or another, I will be proud of what I'm doing, no matter how much I have to sacrifice to be that way. Oh, and for those that are curious, just wait, I know exactly where to start...
...the root of all that has been evil in my life.
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'You better get in there!' A female voice yelled from outside the solid oak doors that separated me from the rest of the world at this point. 'It sounds like someone’s getting the crap kicked out of them!' The voice continued to emphasize.
A hard, very fast paced knock, came from the other side. A knock I wasn't going to reply to. 'Justin?!' A familiar male voice yelled to me. 'Are you in there?! Are you alright?!' The voice continued to ask.
There was a short pause, and a silence from the hysteria on the outside of the office I was currently in. My old office. 'I have an extra key! I'll get it!' The female voice exclaimed, followed by a frantic to find something out there.
I continued to hold my ground inside of the office as I heard a key being inserted into the door, and getting turned. The door flew open, and with my back turned towards the door, I decided to turn the one hundred and eighty degrees needed to face those who entered my space. 'Can I help you?' I asked while witnessing the most horrified looks I've ever seen out of the two who entered the room. My office at Havoc Entertainment.
Brian McCallister, a long time friend and temporary President of the company that I founded, along with my secretary both had dropped jaws, and they both looked dumbfounded. 'What have you done here Mr. Michaels?' Asked my secretary.
I smiled and shook my head, but said nothing. I paced around a bit, waiting for the next obvious question to come. It wasn't long, as suspected, before Brian took it upon himself to try to find resolution to the matter. 'Seriously Justin, have you lost your mind? What do you think you are doing?' He questioned with sincerity.
I stopped pacing, looking out of my big office window at the slightly overcast day in Atlanta. I then turned my head to Brian, and lifted an eyebrow. 'Redecoration!' I exclaimed. 'Do you like it?!' I asked sarcastically before moving quickly behind my desk which I had turned over. I sat in my chair and placed my feet on a leg of the overturned desk. I shrugged my shoulders with an expression on my face that asked the question again.
'I think he finally gone and lost his mind!' My secretary said to Brian before leaving the room. Brian nodded his head.
I put a fake pouty face on and yelled out to her as she left the office. 'Why don't you like it?!'
Brian quickly shot in front of me and nearly got in my face. 'That's enough Justin!' He shouted, before pushing me back a little, almost making me trip over my own chair.
I looked at the ground and shook my head. 'You really don't know what you are getting yourself into, do you? Here I was thinking we were friends!' I exclaimed right back as I got into his face.
'You don't want to do that Justin, seriously. You don't want to do that.' He said as he avoided eye contact with me.
I smiled at him. 'Why not Brian? Can't a guy take a little frustration out on something he owns once in a while? There's nothing wrong with a little tantrum, is there? Or are you trying to be my mommy right now, and get me to understand that I might have done something wrong?' I said to him, putting it in the best little kid voice that I could. My anger was getting to me, and with my sarcasm, I know things were just going to get worse. There was a pause, and Brian obviously didn’t want to say anything. So I gave him some fuel. 'Never were a man of words, were you Brian? Always the chicken shit! Standing down, can't open his mouth. Makes me wonder why I gave you the job.' I said with a cheap grin on my face as I turned around.
Before I could get a full hundred and eighty degree turn in, my right shoulder was grabbed, and my body was flung around. I noticed a balled up fist, but it wasn't coming towards my face at all. 'Don't... Don't make me hurt you Justin. You are my friend.' He said with a scared stutter to his voice.
I laughed slightly. 'Brian, you shouldn't have stopped.' I said to him, but leaving no time for him to say anything back before I gave him a quick right hook to the left side of his face, knocking him to the ground. 'Next time, go ahead and punch me.' I said to him as I started to walk out of my office, maybe for the last time in a long while. But then I paused. 'Actually...' I said, before turning back around. 'Next time, just stay out of my damn business, and nobody's feelings have to get hurt!' I exclaimed before finally making my way out of the office, and on my way out of the building.
I, however, did stop when I realize my secretary was walking back into my office. I hung my head while listening, because I did feel bad for what I did, knowing that I could have just released all my anger and been fine had nobody heard me, or come into the office to see what was going on. On the other hand, I was so mad at this point, me feeling bad didn't matter much.
My secretary vanished into my office, to see what had actually happened. A huge gasp came after she saw Brian, probably, still on the floor. 'Blood?!' She exclaimed. 'I told you that boy done lost his mind!' She yelled to him.
She obviously tried helping him up because I could hear him in there grunting in refusal. 'I'm fine, don't worry.' He said.
'Are you going to sue that crazy ass?' She asked Brian
There was a pause at this point. I was about to start walking off again when Brian finally answered. 'No. There's no reason to.' He said. 'I haven't seen that guy so rialed up in years. To be honest, the last time I saw him like that was the last time he was enjoying himself with what he was doing.' Brian continued. 'This office held him back so much. It gave him reason to not get out there and pursue his career. With that bad knee of his, sure, it helped his cause, but he wasn't happy here.' He finished.
Charise, my secretary, laughed a little. 'He must have knocked something loose boy, because you aren't thinking right.' She said.
Brian snapped right back. 'I'm thinking perfectly clear! Something about what just happened actually makes sense. I'm not sure why, but it does.' He said, and I heard a clatter of two people walking through the disaster that I had left that office in, so I decided it was time to leave.
I began my trek out of the building, and the whole way, wondered if I should apologize to Brian, or just leave it be. Apologizing seemed like the right thing to do, but then again, you can't get anywhere these days without doing the wrong thing once in awhile. I'm sure he'd understand that I punched him in the face for a reason. Hell, he had almost said it himself. He'll get over it, right?
Yeah, he'll get over it. No problem. Hell, not only do I feel better about myself now, but I'm not even upset that I just punched one of my best friends in the face. Because I know he knows why I did it.
Why did I do it, anyway?
