Post by Blake Archer on Jul 30, 2018 17:13:10 GMT -5
July 29th, 2018
As the headaches are finally starting to fade (or are they?) it becomes a mission to get back into the ring. My time in XWF is becoming more far and few between then it used to be. That is no place I want my family, the people in charge have no control over the chaos. My grudge trying me into HcW has all but lost its luster, I don't want to be the man that is responsible for the lynching of Cottontop Mounts. Thinking on it though that is what hurts my head.
Blake: "Mary-Jane do you know..."
That's right she isn't home anymore I lost a match where the stipulation was she became the guy's personal assistant. What type of man loses his wife in a match? [You stupid!] This is yet more strain that my job is creating on my family. Feeling the need to hear her voice I walk over to where my phone is charging and make a call to her. As it rings I feel a tightening in my chest, I hope she doesn't hate me right now. She has a right to blame this on me because I was the one that got pinned.
Mary-Jane: "Hello."
Blake: "Hey sweetheart, how are you holding up?"
Mary-Jane: "It is disgusting, I am scrubbing his shoes, polishing knobs, sponge baths he is such a tiny man..."
Blake: "WHAT?!"
She starts to laugh and my anger comes back down from the sudden spike.
Mary-Jane: "He is a very annoying man, but he really only seems to get me out of the hotel room when he is not having a room party, or to go on an alcohol run with one of his Homies."
As I try and think of what else to say to her we fall into silence. She is disconnected for the first time from the boys and I know that hurts her. She won't ask how everyone is because of that pain. This is what enemies in this industry like to do to you. Levinator did similar things with my daughter a few years ago.
Mary-Jane: "You ok?"
Blake: "heh. People like to ask me that even letters I get from people say that. I sometimes wonder how many actually understand my dementia."
Mary-Jane: "You've gotten a lot better. Remember the one time you tried to make a bottle for Temperance and you melted it?"
Blake: "I did. Sometimes... I hear a voice or several voices, that doesn't make me an invalid. It is mixed in with several others. Perhaps it is due to my head injuries?"
Mary-Jane: "Perhaps, but there has been a lot that has happened. The mind is very resilient and will rewire things in order to survive. This guy I am stuck with right now he is a narcissist and that brings him down. The talent he does have is overshadowed by his Me attitude."
Blake: "Everyone has a me attitude, nobody else is going to care about you are they?"
Mary-Jane: "You are not part of some club anymore or a criminal syndicate like before. I care about you and the children, about Rain and Angel, even Shane and Josie. The fans that can't help it, or at least attempt to show some self respect I care about them."
Blake: "You are picky. haha. Still I am at my happiest when I listen to that voice. That has been my guide since I was young. I got through those very tough times as young person because of that guiding light. I often forget what it is to let a child be a child. Perhaps you have to let a fool be a fool? I think that is what I have learned the most about my travels. Many grown people forget the preciousness of what is being stolen from the world. Perhaps Josie and myself are ... strange. Who isn't strange? We've done bad things, but we haven't turned into a creature like Levinator. I never want to become that… cold again."
Being the one that always reassures me she doesn’t miss a beat.
Mary-Jane: "You won’t, that is the past. Put Levinator behind you he isn’t going to bother you in Union Battleground anymore now that the Guerilla Warfare is over.”
Blake: "I guess you are right. Did you hear about my next opponent?”
Mary-Jane: "Which one?”
Blake: "Oh… yeah, which one?”
He stops to think about it seeming lost. All this time focused on her being taken, and on Levinator, on his next move in XWA he had almost zoned out on Union Battleground. The man that brought him here, not physically, but spiritually.
Blake: "Oh, Babe. Malcolm Dred-King! He is the entire reason I came to Union Battleground, the respect, the reputation, the drive those are all things about him I aspire to emulate.”
Mary-Jane: "Oh, well just remember it is ok to just be yourself.”
Blake: "I am myself. I feel like a young kid again! This isn’t a guy that fights dirty right? I mean from all I am told he is a fighter of great honor. I love having a chance to fight him, when I carry around the GWP World heavyweight championship it is MDK that I am thinking about.”
She continues to listen to me gush like a starstruck teenager, but getting it out now rather than later feels a lot less stressful. Even though she has been taken away right now in this moment I feel as if she is still with me. I know without question that her eyes will see what happens.
