Post by Frequent Flyer Miles on Oct 21, 2019 16:13:07 GMT -5
This is a dream.
This has got to be a dream.
I can't actually be here.
At Madison Square Garden.
Wrestling live on Pay-Per-View.
But I am.
I am here.
At Madison Square Garden.
Wrestling live on Pay-Per-View.
And my opponent is right down there.
And if I don't hurry up, he's going to pull me off of here and start throwing me around.
Which means...it's time to fly.
Right.
I got this.
Here goes nothing.
On three.
One...
...two...
..THREEEEEEEEEEE------
-----oh crap.
[/i]OH CRAP!!![/span][/div]
OHCRAPOHCRAPOHCRAAAAAA-----
[/i][/span][/div]'-----AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!'
CRRRRRAAAAAACCCCKKK!
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!'
'Miles?'
i]--who-where-wha---
[/i][/span][/div]'Miles, are you OK?'
….wait...
...I'm...
...in my bedroom...
...I'm not...
'Miles?'
...oh crap.
What time is it?
Oh crap.
3AM.
I woke everybody up.
Ohcrapohcrapohcrap.
'I'm fine, Mom. Go back to sleep.'
'Are you sure?'
Ugh, I've gone and got her worried now!
'Yeah, Mom. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep, OK?'
Please do it, Mom. Please don't worry about me. Please.
'Well...OK...but if you need anything, just call out. All right?'
Phew.
'I will, Mom. Don't worry.'
'OK. Good night.'
'Night, Mom.'
Phew. That wasn't too bad. At least she's not worried anymore, and she didn't lose too much sleep.
Too bad I'm about to lose it all for her...
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THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE
7.58 AM
'Miles! Breakfast!'
....unnngghhhh it can't be morning already...
...it is.
Crap..
'I'm not hungry right now, Mom. You guys start without me.'
...and finish without me, too.
'Cause I need to try and get some shut-eye.
Again.
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8.14 AM
'MILES!''
Ugh! I was just going to sleep!
'I'll be down in a minute, Mom. Honest.'
'You said that fifteen minutes ago!'
---nnnnggghhh---wanna sleep---
'I mean it this time, Mom. I just need a few minutes. OK?'
Five minutes. Just five more minutes. If I can just---
'Miles! You're going to be late for work!'
---oh crap! Yeah! Work!
Ugh. I can't...I think I'm just going to call in sick...
...No.
No, I'm not.
I'm not sick. I'm just being lazy. If I called in sick, I would be lying to Mr. Scalia. And I don't want to lie to Mr. Scalia.
Oh, crap. I guess I'm going to have to get up after all.
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8.24 AM
'---so then an ASTEROID crashed onto the map, and everything went black, and then that guy Elon Musk said he did it, 'cause he didn't want kids to be virgins or whatever! It was crazy!'
Man, I wish I could feel like that. Excited. Hyped. Happy. Instead of in this funk.
Then again, Run didn't break anybody's leg for being a klutz. I did.
...aaaand now I feel like crap again.
'Miles? Are you OK?'
Oh crud – is it showing?
'I'm...fine, Far.' It's a white lie. White lies are OK...right...? 'Just didn't sleep too well, is all.'
Well...at least that part wasn't a lie...
'C'mon, Miles. I know you. Something's eating you.' Oh yeah. I forgot. Can't fool Farrah. 'Want to talk about it?'
Do I?
I mean, it's Farrah...but...I dunno...
'No need, Far. Thanks. I'll get over it.'
'Are you sure?'
...no.
'Yeah. Yeah. It's just dumb stuff. Don't worry.'
'Is it about the wrestling thing? Because you know that wasn't your fault, right?'
How does she always know?
'...it is that, isn't it? You do think it was your fault!' Farrah...c'mon now... 'Oh, Miles! You dummy! It was an accident!'
Jeepers! Why doesn't anybody get it?!
'Yeah, but it was still because of me! If I hadn't tried to jump onto Pasha, he wouldn't have tried to counter, and he wouldn't have slipped, and his leg wouldn't have broken!'
'And if I had wings and an engine I'd be an airplane. Your point?'
...wow, she sounded just like Mom just then.
'My point is, if I hadn't jumped, he would still be competing right now, instead of laid out for goodness knows how long. I messed it up for him, and myself, and EVERYONE!'
...and THIS is why I didn't want to talk about it!!!
'Miles...'
'Sorry, Far. I...' How do I say this so I don't hurt her? '...thanks for trying to help. But right now, I just need some time by myself. To try and get over this on my own. OK?'
...that wasn't too bad...was it?
'OK, Miles. If you're sure.' Crap. I still hurt her feelings. Crapcrapcrap! 'Just...when you do need to talk...you know who to come to. OK?'
She's smiling, bless her. I don't deserve my sister. I don't deserve any of this family.
'OK...well...maybe later. All right?'
'All right. Any time.' Ugh she is just the best person in the world I don't deserve her!!!
'MILES!! Don't you have to go to work?'
Oh yeah. Work. I almost forgot!
'Thanks, Mom!'
Actually, thinking about it, going to work might not be such a bad idea. At least I'll have some time to myself on the way. Time to think. To get my head straight.
'Cause goodness knows I need that right now.
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'Hi, guys, Miles here. No quirky intro today. I'm just on my way to work, and I got some stuff I need to get off my chest.'
...is this a good idea? Do people usually make videos on their way to work, in their freaking uniform?
Ah, heck. Who cares. I just really need this right now.
'Thing is, the last time you guys saw me, I was causing somebody to break their leg. And yeah, I know it was an accident. I know he just fell awkwardly. But he fell awkwardly because of me. Because I jumped on top of him. You know how that feels? My first Pay-Per-View match, against a guy I actually wanted to face...and it gets stopped after all of ten seconds because good old Miles here messes things up for everyone. That's not fair. It's not fair to you guys, and it's even less fair to Pasha, who probably wanted that Mystery Prize just as much as I did. By the way, Big Bear...if you're watching this...get well soon. Trinity needs its undefeated World Hugging Champion back.'
...yeah, if that title was an actual thing, Pasha would totally be holding it.
'Anyway, not only do I mess up royally on the biggest stage of them all, in front of thousands of people...but then I wake up the next day to find out I'm in a six-person match against the freaking World Champion, and two other top-ranked people in the company!'
...that still freaks me out to think about!
'So yeah... Just when I needed some time to lie low and take it easy, I get thrown right back into the fire. Just when I wanted the week off, to try and get over what happened at Bad Moon Rising, try and make it stop eating me up inside...I gotta pick myself right back up and get my butt right back out there. 'Cause there's two other people counting on me to have a chance in this match. And I'm not the kind of guy who stands people up when they're counting on him.'
And that is no lie!
'So yeah, Ms Nelson...Mr. Jackson...You don't have to worry. I'm not going to bail on you. That's not my style. On Tuesday, when bell time comes, I'm going to be right there with you. Right there for you. The question is, am I'm going to be any use to you...'
Oh crap. Here we go. Real talk time.
...well...here goes nothing...
'See, my body may be ready to go again...but my head isn't. Not yet. My mental space is kind of a mess right now. Because of what happened at Bad Moon Rising, because of what could happen at Sin next Tuesday...and to be honest, because I'm still not sure I'm good enough to hang with the rest of the Trinity roster.'
Again, no lie.
'Although, saying that...I'm that guy who's always telling everyone that they're awesome, and to be the best they can be. So maybe I should start listening to my own advice. Maybe I should stop making excuses and own up to the fact that yes, I am good enough. That if I wasn't good enough, I wouldn't be here. And that if I wasn't good enough, it wouldn't be me in this match. I mean, they could have just as easily picked Madwoman, who's not only a Champion, but also has beef with Addy and with Graham. Actually, I don't know why they didn't pick her. But they didn't. They picked me. And I may not be too hot on myself right now, but I know one thing: I'm more than just 'replacement Madwoman'. And hopefully, come Tuesday, I'm going to prove it.'
...hopefully...
'See, one thing I figured out once I started listening to my own advice is that facing the top people in Trinity Wrestling on my third match ever isn't something to be scared of. It's something to be proud of. I mean, it's like I said. They could have put anybody else in my position. But they didn't. They chose me. They took a chance on me. They thought I had what it took to be part of this team with Mr Jackson and Ms Nelson. The least I can do is get over myself and pay that trust back by being the best I can be, doing the best I can do, and at least make sure us underdogs stand a chance out there. So on Tuesday, in Columbus, Ohio...that's just what I plan to do. On Tuesday, I'm going to prove to myself, and to everybody else, that I'm more than just some dumb kid who broke his opponent's leg in a match. More than just a fluke who won a Mystery Prize without even having to try. I'm a fresh rookie with big potential, big dreams, and the chance to make them all come true. I got my whole future ahead of me....and on Tuesday, I'm going to earn it. Earn my mystery prize, earn my spot on the roster, earn the respect of my team-mates and opponents, and most importantly, earn my own respect. On Tuesday, win, lose or draw, I plan to walk out of that arena with my head held high, knowing I've done the best I could. Because when all is said and done, that's really all I can do.'
...even if it's not good enough...
'Mr Jackson...Ms Nelson...on Tuesday, we're not heavy favorites. Heck, we're not favorites at all. But that's why we have to try. Nobody expects us to win - so if we don't, it's no big deal. But if we do...if we do, we prove the bosses were right about us. If we do, we prove to our opponents, to the fans, to the bosses, even to ourselves, that we deserve to be where we are. That we belong. So on Tuesday, all I ask is that you try. Try your hardest, don't give up, and don't lose heart. And I will try my best to do the same.'
...keyword, try...
'Mr. Jackson..Ms Nelson...in a few days, at Sin, we may well go down. But if we do, it's not going to be without a fight. On Tuesday night, in Columbus, Ohio, call us Fall Out Boy, 'cause sugar, we're going down swinging. And I don't know about you two, but this Frequent Flyer...is gonna be swinging for the fences.'
Whoa. That helped. That really helped. More than I thought it would. I'm actually feeling good now. Ready for anything. Who knew? Guess all I needed to do was talk, after all. Just not to anybody close.
Heck yeah. I am feeling this day, all of a sudden!
Come on, world! Come at me, bro! Hit me with your best shot! I can take it! I can--
'What kind of time do you call this, Miles?'
---oh crap.
'Sorry, Mr. Scalia. I didn't sleep too well last night...'
OK, world. You got me this round.
Don't get too comfortable, though.
On Tuesday...ya boy's going for the win.
And that is no lie.
FINAL WORD COUNT: 2.020
FINAL WORD COUNT: 2.020