Post by Thunder on Feb 29, 2008 19:07:13 GMT -5
Although Michael would have never admitted to anyone, the loss to EBR at Superbrawl was bothering him to a certain degree. While he had certainly known losing was a possibility, he had kept reassuring himself of the fact that it just couldn’t happen. After all, he had told himself, it wasn’t that long ago that he had beaten EBR on Loaded. That surely would have put the odds in his favor.
Except that it didn’t.
Maybe the fact that the match was oh so close and that he could have retained made it a little worse. Knowing that victory was in his grasp and yet somehow his hands slipped away was probably the worst feeling of all. Despite everything EBR threw at him, he kept kicking out and kicking out. But then, it became too much and the count of three finally happened.
So now he was finding himself in an odd sort of limbo. His world title was gone, and now it seemed like his high position in the company had gone away too. And now what? Facing Wez? Was that where he was at now? Gone from holding victories over the greatest wrestlers the WFWF has ever seen to facing someone who was the epitome of washed up? Yeah, that was enough to make him consider where his career in the WFWF was headed.
That Loaded match was really going to be quite boring, he thought. Wez was only a guy who thought because he held a couple useless titles many a moon ago meant he was good today . . . even though he wasn’t. He had enough arrogance and cockiness to go around, but it was pretty easy to get that way when he was facing talent at this level. But Michael knew Wez would get a real big surprise when he faced off against a guy that had done more than he could ever dream of.
Well, at least the match would be over with quick.
And maybe, just maybe, it would start convincing some people that he belonged back on the top.
Michael continued to plod along in the snow. The area he was in would at some point soon be a vibrant park again, but for right now it was just another winter wonderland, so beautiful, and yet so common. He wasn’t concerned about beauty any more, though. The thing he wanted now was just to find where Steve was waiting for him at. What he would tell wouldn’t be good, that much was certain, so he just wanted to get it over with.
Plus, it was pretty damn cold.
Steve had told Michael that there was no point in even asking his parents to him visit him at their house. Their convictions that he was a “problem child” had only been given more credence with what happened the motel. So trying to convince them that letting a strange man they knew nothing about come over was just a waste of breath.
So under the premise of seeing a movie, Steve set up to meet Michael in the park to discuss just what his problem was.
Finally, Michael saw signs of life in the distance. Even before he could see who it was ahead of him, he knew it just had to Steve. There was no way anyway else would be here in this weather.
It wasn’t much longer before Michael was sure who it was there. Once he knew, Michael gave a quick wave, which was only returned after a few moments. Probably was wondering if it was him too, Michael figured.
“Hey,” Michael said once they were nearby.
“Hey.”
“Given the circumstances, I think it’s best that we cut to chase and get to what you want to talk about.”
“I was thinking the same.”
“Good, good. So, what is it?”
“I guess before I start I should that I’m telling you this because you knew my father. If anyone can get root of the problem, maybe that will be you.”
“I sure hope so.”
“Anyway, I guess it all started when I pulled the trigger . . .”
From there Steve told Michael everything. Every bad thought, every moment he came close to hurting his aunt and uncle and everything else in between was said. Michael figured it must have been as painful as telling Steve what had happened.
Really, this was even worse than Michael had suspected. He had hoped, so so bad when Robert died that there would never ever be anyone like him again, but apparently there was part of that inside of Steve. He would never have guessed that that could be inside of him, but he had never suspected that of Robert either.
When Steve finished, Michael sat in silence for a moment.
Then, finally, he broke the silence.
“There’s no way I can let you become him. I don’t how I can stop it, but I will. That’s a promise. Maybe . . .”
Michael’s phone rang, cutting him off.
“Sorry, I better answer this.”
“Sure go ahead.”
Michael walked a bit over to where a tree was, just far enough to get some solitude. As he was doing that, he was surprised to see what the caller ID said.
Henry Miller.
He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he talked to Henry. It might have even been as long as the night he went after Robert. Either way, it was a real long time, so the call intrigued him. What was it for?
Only one way to find out. he thought to himself.
“Hello?”
“Michael, you better get down to the hospital right away. Stacy’s come out of the coma.”
Except that it didn’t.
Maybe the fact that the match was oh so close and that he could have retained made it a little worse. Knowing that victory was in his grasp and yet somehow his hands slipped away was probably the worst feeling of all. Despite everything EBR threw at him, he kept kicking out and kicking out. But then, it became too much and the count of three finally happened.
So now he was finding himself in an odd sort of limbo. His world title was gone, and now it seemed like his high position in the company had gone away too. And now what? Facing Wez? Was that where he was at now? Gone from holding victories over the greatest wrestlers the WFWF has ever seen to facing someone who was the epitome of washed up? Yeah, that was enough to make him consider where his career in the WFWF was headed.
That Loaded match was really going to be quite boring, he thought. Wez was only a guy who thought because he held a couple useless titles many a moon ago meant he was good today . . . even though he wasn’t. He had enough arrogance and cockiness to go around, but it was pretty easy to get that way when he was facing talent at this level. But Michael knew Wez would get a real big surprise when he faced off against a guy that had done more than he could ever dream of.
Well, at least the match would be over with quick.
And maybe, just maybe, it would start convincing some people that he belonged back on the top.
~ ~
Michael continued to plod along in the snow. The area he was in would at some point soon be a vibrant park again, but for right now it was just another winter wonderland, so beautiful, and yet so common. He wasn’t concerned about beauty any more, though. The thing he wanted now was just to find where Steve was waiting for him at. What he would tell wouldn’t be good, that much was certain, so he just wanted to get it over with.
Plus, it was pretty damn cold.
Steve had told Michael that there was no point in even asking his parents to him visit him at their house. Their convictions that he was a “problem child” had only been given more credence with what happened the motel. So trying to convince them that letting a strange man they knew nothing about come over was just a waste of breath.
So under the premise of seeing a movie, Steve set up to meet Michael in the park to discuss just what his problem was.
Finally, Michael saw signs of life in the distance. Even before he could see who it was ahead of him, he knew it just had to Steve. There was no way anyway else would be here in this weather.
It wasn’t much longer before Michael was sure who it was there. Once he knew, Michael gave a quick wave, which was only returned after a few moments. Probably was wondering if it was him too, Michael figured.
“Hey,” Michael said once they were nearby.
“Hey.”
“Given the circumstances, I think it’s best that we cut to chase and get to what you want to talk about.”
“I was thinking the same.”
“Good, good. So, what is it?”
“I guess before I start I should that I’m telling you this because you knew my father. If anyone can get root of the problem, maybe that will be you.”
“I sure hope so.”
“Anyway, I guess it all started when I pulled the trigger . . .”
From there Steve told Michael everything. Every bad thought, every moment he came close to hurting his aunt and uncle and everything else in between was said. Michael figured it must have been as painful as telling Steve what had happened.
Really, this was even worse than Michael had suspected. He had hoped, so so bad when Robert died that there would never ever be anyone like him again, but apparently there was part of that inside of Steve. He would never have guessed that that could be inside of him, but he had never suspected that of Robert either.
When Steve finished, Michael sat in silence for a moment.
Then, finally, he broke the silence.
“There’s no way I can let you become him. I don’t how I can stop it, but I will. That’s a promise. Maybe . . .”
Michael’s phone rang, cutting him off.
“Sorry, I better answer this.”
“Sure go ahead.”
Michael walked a bit over to where a tree was, just far enough to get some solitude. As he was doing that, he was surprised to see what the caller ID said.
Henry Miller.
He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he talked to Henry. It might have even been as long as the night he went after Robert. Either way, it was a real long time, so the call intrigued him. What was it for?
Only one way to find out. he thought to himself.
“Hello?”
“Michael, you better get down to the hospital right away. Stacy’s come out of the coma.”
