Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 16:55:32 GMT -5
Every time I come back home to New York, I’m always filled with mixed emotions. This was where I grew up and trained to become a professional wrestler and I have a lot of many happy memories here with my adopted parents and brother, as well as many happy memories training with my Dad and the other students.
Of course, for as many happy memories I have from my time living here, I also have many sad memories as well. My time at school where I was constantly bullied that started off my depression and my self-harm. When my brother was arrested and taken away from me when I needed him the most. And of course, when my father passed away…
So whenever I come here, I always make sure to visit his grave, and this time I decided to bring Nick and Chelsea along with me.
Dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a plain black blouse, a plain black blazer and a plain black Panama Jack hat, I make my way up to my father’s gravestone with both my kids’ hands in my own.
Nick is dressed in a little smart black suit and Chelsea is dressed in a little black dress. I kneel down in front of the gravestone as I hug my children either side of me and Nick looks up at me.
“Where are we, Mommy?”
I point to the name on the gravestone as both of them look at it.
“Do you see the name on this gravestone?”
“Al-ber-t...Jones. Hey...that’s the same last name as you, Mommy!”
“Yes, it is, Chels...that’s because he was my Daddy...and your Grandad.”
Nick looks at me with a slight confused expression on his face.
“But...where is he?”
I look up into the sky and point up.
“You know when Aunt Reya talks about God and how he lives in a wonderful place called Heaven up in the sky in the clouds?”
“Yeah…”
“He lives up there now...and sometimes at night when I look up at the stars...I see one that is much brighter than the rest...and I believe it’s him.”
“So...he’s flying up there?”
“Yeah, Nick...he is. The reason why I brought you both here to see this is because I want you to know that he actually got to meet you both when you were born.”
“But I don’t remember.”
“Me neither.”
Both of their heads drop as they both appear to be sad that they can’t remember their Grandad so I hug them even tighter.
“It’s not your fault you don’t remember, you were too young. But he remembers you both...and I remember the big smile on his face and the beaming glow he had when he first laid eyes on your both. He loved you both so very much...and it was because of him that you two are here today.”
They both look at me.
“Really?”
“Yes, really...wanna know how?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
I sit down now on the ground, crossing my legs as both my children sit on my lap.
“It was your Grandad who got me interested in wrestling, and it was because of wrestling that I met your Daddy, and it was because of your Daddy that I was able to have you both.”
“Wow! Grandad was such a cool person!”
Letting out a light chuckle, I kiss them both on the forehead.
“Yeah, he was...and because he got me into wrestling, he saved my life. I was very sick but he made me better.”
“Grandad was a hero! Just like you Mommy!”
I smile brightly as a single tear slowly falls down my cheek.
“I’m happy you think that, Chels. I love you both so much you know?”
“We know. And we love you too.”
Both Nick and Chelsea kiss me on the cheek which fills my heart with joy.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Nick?”
“How come we have three Mommies and one Daddy when all of my friends at school have just one Mommy and one Daddy?”
I knew eventually that I would have to try to explain this to them, for an eight and six year old, they’re smart kids.
“Well...sometimes when two people who love each other get together, sometimes that love goes away, which is what happened with Mommy and Daddy. And then after that happened, I met Mommy Jennifer and I fell in love with her and Daddy met Mommy Veronica and he fell in love with her.”
“How come you and Daddy fell out of love with each other?”
“We moved too quickly, we didn’t take time to make sure we were right for each other. But even though your Daddy and I no longer love each other, we still both love you very much and that kind of love will never ever disappear.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Chelsea. Your Daddy and I as well as Mommy Veronica and Mommy Jennifer will love you forever.”
“I love having three Mommies and one Daddy.”
“Me too!”
The three of us share one last hug before getting up onto our feet, taking one last look at the gravestone, I place my hand onto it.
“I miss you, Dad...I love you.”
And with that, taking both of my children’s hands in mine, we turn around and make our way back to where we’re staying.
Being able to tell my kids about their Grandad has been something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I wanted them to know how great he was, not just as a father but as a teacher and as a human being.
But of course, the main reason why I’m here is for Night of Glory IV.
After watching Sam’s address to me, to say it was distressing would be an understatement. Anyone who knows me, knows how much my friends mean to me and I hate seeing them upset. What makes it worse is I know what she’s going through right now, or at least I think I do as I went through a similar experience myself.
I believe she’s suffering from depression, which again, anyone who knows me knows that I suffered from the same thing, I still do to this day but thankfully not to the extent that it used to be.
And as her friend, I feel like it’s my duty to help her the best I can…
The camera flickers to life and all that can be seen for the moment is the outside of an old decaying looking house. The small garden out front looks more like a jungle as it’s clear the grass hasn’t been cut in many years and is overgrown. Moving the camera down a little, a small rotting wooden gate, hanging off it’s hinges blocks my path so I push it open with my hand and begin to make my way up the stone pathway that leads to the front door.
Once I reach said door, I grab the handle and open it to the sound of a loud creak before I step into the dark, dreary house. It smells old, but I honestly don’t care about that because despite the dust and the dirt, the rotting furniture and ruined carpets, it still looks like the way I remembered it.
I now turn the camera to face me and I’m dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt, my custom black leather jacket and a plain black wool hat, I look around the place before finally turning my attention to the camera.
“This was the home I grew up in, Sam...with my adopted parents and adopted brother.”
Pointing off camera, I show the old dark brown leather sofa situated in the centre of the room I’m standing in.
“That’s where my father and I would sit every Thursday night after I’d been to school and we would watch wrestling on our TV.”
Making my way through the lounge, I head into the dining room and show off the small old, dusty wooden table with four chairs.
“This was where my mother and brother would get bored senseless while eating dinner as my father and I would talk nonstop about wrestling.”
Heading out of the dining room and back through the lounge, I make my way towards the staircase and taking hold of the handrail, I slowly make my way up the stairs, each step creaking under the weight of my boots.
“I have many happy memories here, Sam.”
I reach the landing and walk all the way to the back of the house and open the door in front of me, leading right into a small bedroom. The bed is still in the exact same place as I remember, everything about it is exactly how I left it, from the posters of my favorite luchadores and luchadoras, all the way down to my art desk where my sketch pad still resides.
“This was my bedroom, where I would spend every single night dreaming about becoming a professional wrestler.”
Walking over to my desk, I carefully open up the sketch pad where you can faintly see drawings of what appear to be wrestling attire designs.
“Every night after school, I would come home and spend hours thinking of ideas on what I would want myself to look like once I became a professional wrestler.”
Now I take a seat on my old bed and focus my attention back on the camera.
“You may be wondering why I’m here and why I’m telling you all of this, honey...so I’ll tell you why. After seeing your address to me, I’m worried about you...the way you’re acting, it reminds me of how I was when I was suffering badly from depression. I had lost my kids, lost my best friend and my fiance at the time and it was killing me. I was self-harming again, something I hadn’t done since my high-school days, and on a couple of occasions I had attempted suicide. The way I was feeling also affected my in-ring performances and I was on a ridiculously long losing streak...and I started to lose all faith in my abilities and came so close to giving up.”
The look of concern on my face for my friend is obvious to anyone watching, I don’t want her to go down the same road I did.
“But I didn’t give up...because I remembered who I was and I was lucky to have wonderful friends who helped me get through the pain. I started seeing a psychiatrist...which, if you haven’t already done so...I would recommend going to see one. I know that when you’re feeling low and depressed that you believe if it gets to the point where you need to see one that it means that you’re weak and pathetic and that you can’t fight your battles on your own. That’s what I thought at first, but then I learned that it’s not the case at all. They’re there to help you realise what you probably don’t feel right now but what everyone else in your life who cares deeply for you knows...that you’re strong and you CAN fight this.”
Glancing down to the floor for a brief moment, I sigh lightly before once again focusing my attention back to the camera.
“You wanted me to talk to you and reassure you that this match between us is just a simple match. The thing is though, I can’t do that because it isn’t just a simple match. This match is just too important for the both of us to be just a simple match. But what I can reassure you on is that despite this match being so important, that doesn’t mean you have to let the bloodthirsty evil inside of you to take control. You are strong enough to keep it at bay, and I believe that you’ll be able to keep that side of you locked away, allowing us to have a match that could potentially steal the show at Night of Glory IV.”
I now look out of my window for a moment, shaking my head a little.
“I know how badly you want to destroy Saltwater Suzy and reclaim what is rightfully yours in the Chaos Championship, and I truly believe you will do it and become a four time Chaos Champion. And despite Suzy rooting for me at Night of Glory IV against you, I’m not planning to walk away with a victory for her...no...I’m planning on walking away with a victory for me and me alone.”
Turning my attention back to the camera again, my expression is one of seriousness.
“And if you do end up losing to me this weekend, as hard as it may be, don’t let these losses eat away at you. My losing streak went on for a year...it was horrible...but look at me now? As it pertains to my professional career, I’m the current Evolution Champion in HYBRID and I’m making waves here in LAW, taking the best this company has to offer to their limits. And personally? I have my children back, I have my best friend back in the form of my girlfriend and we’re coming up to celebrating nearly a year and a half together, I have my former fiance back in the form of a dear friend along with many, many wonderful and loving friends, you being one of them.”
For the first time, a reassuring smile appears on my lips.
“Things will get better for you, Sam. Take it from someone who has been through Hell countless times and come out the other end stronger, without having to take the path to darkness. That is the reason why people call me the Unbreakable One...why I’m known as the Unbreakable Angel. I believe you can get through this and get back to your winning ways, but unfortunately, it’s not going to start at Night of Glory IV because I NEED to beat you.”
I lean forward slightly, draping my free hand across my thigh.
“I still have the number of the psychiatrist who helped save my life, she’s now a good friend of mine, her name is Angela Li and she’s wonderful. Once we’ve blown the roof off the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum and given these wonderful fans a match they will never forget, I’ll give you her number so you can arrange an appointment with her.”
Now standing to my feet, I take one final look around my old bedroom before turning back to the camera.
“But until then, honey...stay strong...and I’ll see you on Sunday.”
And with that, I switch the camera off causing the screen to cut to black.
Despite how much I care about and want to help Sam, it’s not going to stop me from doing everything in my power to achieve victory over her at Night of Glory IV. Because if I didn’t, I’d feel like I was letting our fans down, her down, my friends and family down, my father down and also, I’d feel like I was letting myself down.
Wrestling is what I was born to do, and no matter the circumstances, going lightly just isn’t what I do.
Because after all, the show must go on.
Of course, for as many happy memories I have from my time living here, I also have many sad memories as well. My time at school where I was constantly bullied that started off my depression and my self-harm. When my brother was arrested and taken away from me when I needed him the most. And of course, when my father passed away…
So whenever I come here, I always make sure to visit his grave, and this time I decided to bring Nick and Chelsea along with me.
Dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a plain black blouse, a plain black blazer and a plain black Panama Jack hat, I make my way up to my father’s gravestone with both my kids’ hands in my own.
Nick is dressed in a little smart black suit and Chelsea is dressed in a little black dress. I kneel down in front of the gravestone as I hug my children either side of me and Nick looks up at me.
“Where are we, Mommy?”
I point to the name on the gravestone as both of them look at it.
“Do you see the name on this gravestone?”
“Al-ber-t...Jones. Hey...that’s the same last name as you, Mommy!”
“Yes, it is, Chels...that’s because he was my Daddy...and your Grandad.”
Nick looks at me with a slight confused expression on his face.
“But...where is he?”
I look up into the sky and point up.
“You know when Aunt Reya talks about God and how he lives in a wonderful place called Heaven up in the sky in the clouds?”
“Yeah…”
“He lives up there now...and sometimes at night when I look up at the stars...I see one that is much brighter than the rest...and I believe it’s him.”
“So...he’s flying up there?”
“Yeah, Nick...he is. The reason why I brought you both here to see this is because I want you to know that he actually got to meet you both when you were born.”
“But I don’t remember.”
“Me neither.”
Both of their heads drop as they both appear to be sad that they can’t remember their Grandad so I hug them even tighter.
“It’s not your fault you don’t remember, you were too young. But he remembers you both...and I remember the big smile on his face and the beaming glow he had when he first laid eyes on your both. He loved you both so very much...and it was because of him that you two are here today.”
They both look at me.
“Really?”
“Yes, really...wanna know how?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
I sit down now on the ground, crossing my legs as both my children sit on my lap.
“It was your Grandad who got me interested in wrestling, and it was because of wrestling that I met your Daddy, and it was because of your Daddy that I was able to have you both.”
“Wow! Grandad was such a cool person!”
Letting out a light chuckle, I kiss them both on the forehead.
“Yeah, he was...and because he got me into wrestling, he saved my life. I was very sick but he made me better.”
“Grandad was a hero! Just like you Mommy!”
I smile brightly as a single tear slowly falls down my cheek.
“I’m happy you think that, Chels. I love you both so much you know?”
“We know. And we love you too.”
Both Nick and Chelsea kiss me on the cheek which fills my heart with joy.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Nick?”
“How come we have three Mommies and one Daddy when all of my friends at school have just one Mommy and one Daddy?”
I knew eventually that I would have to try to explain this to them, for an eight and six year old, they’re smart kids.
“Well...sometimes when two people who love each other get together, sometimes that love goes away, which is what happened with Mommy and Daddy. And then after that happened, I met Mommy Jennifer and I fell in love with her and Daddy met Mommy Veronica and he fell in love with her.”
“How come you and Daddy fell out of love with each other?”
“We moved too quickly, we didn’t take time to make sure we were right for each other. But even though your Daddy and I no longer love each other, we still both love you very much and that kind of love will never ever disappear.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Chelsea. Your Daddy and I as well as Mommy Veronica and Mommy Jennifer will love you forever.”
“I love having three Mommies and one Daddy.”
“Me too!”
The three of us share one last hug before getting up onto our feet, taking one last look at the gravestone, I place my hand onto it.
“I miss you, Dad...I love you.”
And with that, taking both of my children’s hands in mine, we turn around and make our way back to where we’re staying.
Being able to tell my kids about their Grandad has been something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I wanted them to know how great he was, not just as a father but as a teacher and as a human being.
But of course, the main reason why I’m here is for Night of Glory IV.
After watching Sam’s address to me, to say it was distressing would be an understatement. Anyone who knows me, knows how much my friends mean to me and I hate seeing them upset. What makes it worse is I know what she’s going through right now, or at least I think I do as I went through a similar experience myself.
I believe she’s suffering from depression, which again, anyone who knows me knows that I suffered from the same thing, I still do to this day but thankfully not to the extent that it used to be.
And as her friend, I feel like it’s my duty to help her the best I can…
The camera flickers to life and all that can be seen for the moment is the outside of an old decaying looking house. The small garden out front looks more like a jungle as it’s clear the grass hasn’t been cut in many years and is overgrown. Moving the camera down a little, a small rotting wooden gate, hanging off it’s hinges blocks my path so I push it open with my hand and begin to make my way up the stone pathway that leads to the front door.
Once I reach said door, I grab the handle and open it to the sound of a loud creak before I step into the dark, dreary house. It smells old, but I honestly don’t care about that because despite the dust and the dirt, the rotting furniture and ruined carpets, it still looks like the way I remembered it.
I now turn the camera to face me and I’m dressed in a pair of black leather high heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather trousers, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt, my custom black leather jacket and a plain black wool hat, I look around the place before finally turning my attention to the camera.
“This was the home I grew up in, Sam...with my adopted parents and adopted brother.”
Pointing off camera, I show the old dark brown leather sofa situated in the centre of the room I’m standing in.
“That’s where my father and I would sit every Thursday night after I’d been to school and we would watch wrestling on our TV.”
Making my way through the lounge, I head into the dining room and show off the small old, dusty wooden table with four chairs.
“This was where my mother and brother would get bored senseless while eating dinner as my father and I would talk nonstop about wrestling.”
Heading out of the dining room and back through the lounge, I make my way towards the staircase and taking hold of the handrail, I slowly make my way up the stairs, each step creaking under the weight of my boots.
“I have many happy memories here, Sam.”
I reach the landing and walk all the way to the back of the house and open the door in front of me, leading right into a small bedroom. The bed is still in the exact same place as I remember, everything about it is exactly how I left it, from the posters of my favorite luchadores and luchadoras, all the way down to my art desk where my sketch pad still resides.
“This was my bedroom, where I would spend every single night dreaming about becoming a professional wrestler.”
Walking over to my desk, I carefully open up the sketch pad where you can faintly see drawings of what appear to be wrestling attire designs.
“Every night after school, I would come home and spend hours thinking of ideas on what I would want myself to look like once I became a professional wrestler.”
Now I take a seat on my old bed and focus my attention back on the camera.
“You may be wondering why I’m here and why I’m telling you all of this, honey...so I’ll tell you why. After seeing your address to me, I’m worried about you...the way you’re acting, it reminds me of how I was when I was suffering badly from depression. I had lost my kids, lost my best friend and my fiance at the time and it was killing me. I was self-harming again, something I hadn’t done since my high-school days, and on a couple of occasions I had attempted suicide. The way I was feeling also affected my in-ring performances and I was on a ridiculously long losing streak...and I started to lose all faith in my abilities and came so close to giving up.”
The look of concern on my face for my friend is obvious to anyone watching, I don’t want her to go down the same road I did.
“But I didn’t give up...because I remembered who I was and I was lucky to have wonderful friends who helped me get through the pain. I started seeing a psychiatrist...which, if you haven’t already done so...I would recommend going to see one. I know that when you’re feeling low and depressed that you believe if it gets to the point where you need to see one that it means that you’re weak and pathetic and that you can’t fight your battles on your own. That’s what I thought at first, but then I learned that it’s not the case at all. They’re there to help you realise what you probably don’t feel right now but what everyone else in your life who cares deeply for you knows...that you’re strong and you CAN fight this.”
Glancing down to the floor for a brief moment, I sigh lightly before once again focusing my attention back to the camera.
“You wanted me to talk to you and reassure you that this match between us is just a simple match. The thing is though, I can’t do that because it isn’t just a simple match. This match is just too important for the both of us to be just a simple match. But what I can reassure you on is that despite this match being so important, that doesn’t mean you have to let the bloodthirsty evil inside of you to take control. You are strong enough to keep it at bay, and I believe that you’ll be able to keep that side of you locked away, allowing us to have a match that could potentially steal the show at Night of Glory IV.”
I now look out of my window for a moment, shaking my head a little.
“I know how badly you want to destroy Saltwater Suzy and reclaim what is rightfully yours in the Chaos Championship, and I truly believe you will do it and become a four time Chaos Champion. And despite Suzy rooting for me at Night of Glory IV against you, I’m not planning to walk away with a victory for her...no...I’m planning on walking away with a victory for me and me alone.”
Turning my attention back to the camera again, my expression is one of seriousness.
“And if you do end up losing to me this weekend, as hard as it may be, don’t let these losses eat away at you. My losing streak went on for a year...it was horrible...but look at me now? As it pertains to my professional career, I’m the current Evolution Champion in HYBRID and I’m making waves here in LAW, taking the best this company has to offer to their limits. And personally? I have my children back, I have my best friend back in the form of my girlfriend and we’re coming up to celebrating nearly a year and a half together, I have my former fiance back in the form of a dear friend along with many, many wonderful and loving friends, you being one of them.”
For the first time, a reassuring smile appears on my lips.
“Things will get better for you, Sam. Take it from someone who has been through Hell countless times and come out the other end stronger, without having to take the path to darkness. That is the reason why people call me the Unbreakable One...why I’m known as the Unbreakable Angel. I believe you can get through this and get back to your winning ways, but unfortunately, it’s not going to start at Night of Glory IV because I NEED to beat you.”
I lean forward slightly, draping my free hand across my thigh.
“I still have the number of the psychiatrist who helped save my life, she’s now a good friend of mine, her name is Angela Li and she’s wonderful. Once we’ve blown the roof off the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum and given these wonderful fans a match they will never forget, I’ll give you her number so you can arrange an appointment with her.”
Now standing to my feet, I take one final look around my old bedroom before turning back to the camera.
“But until then, honey...stay strong...and I’ll see you on Sunday.”
And with that, I switch the camera off causing the screen to cut to black.
Despite how much I care about and want to help Sam, it’s not going to stop me from doing everything in my power to achieve victory over her at Night of Glory IV. Because if I didn’t, I’d feel like I was letting our fans down, her down, my friends and family down, my father down and also, I’d feel like I was letting myself down.
Wrestling is what I was born to do, and no matter the circumstances, going lightly just isn’t what I do.
Because after all, the show must go on.