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| Alejandro | Jun 7 2016, 03:23 AM Post #1 |
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The Iron Saint
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Jaime sat quietly inside his Boston dojo. The student left for the day. There wasn't a peep all around the place. The large Cuban sat in the middle of the practice ring with only a pair of shorts on. His muscles reflected in the dim light. The tattoos were visible in that same dim light. Long ago, he acquired more tattoos to cover up the various scars on his body. He breathed in slowly… Tanya sat nearby in her own shorts and tanktop. She watched Jaime carefully and analyzed his body language to learn what was going on with him. "Very good. Feel your heart rate slow to a calm relaxed state. One can't be tense and stressed to proceed." He kept his eyes closed, as Tanya looked over him. He remained as calm as possible, given the situation. She looked over his tattoos slowly, trying to read the story. When she saw the newest one... An angel in red robes covering his shoulder surgery scars… "Heh. As if the ring wasn't enough of a vow to show that you are enamored with me for the long term. Now listen, Jaime. This isn't just about learning how to maintain discipline and all but eliminate your temper. It's about Killing Your Ego." "So, killing the one thing that probably maintains almost ninety-nine percent of humanity. No pressure, right?" "If it was easy anyone could do it. You have to let go of your perspective.as the center of your world. You can't see all the information until you see yourself as merely an equal part of the entire picture." "Then, how do we do that?" He felt her slender fighter's hands on his shoulders. But he doesn't react to it... Instead, he keeps focused inside his mind. Tanya smiled and kept gently rubbing his shoulders. She remembered her own lessons from Kei, the enegmatic sage who was as much a mentor as friend to Tanya. "First is to regulate your breathing and heart rate. To calm your mind until all those pesky random thoughts stop popping up." He slowly stopped his panicked rate of breathing. As she sat behind him and wrapped her legs around his waist, the older man's mind went into a state of quiet. "After that you focus not on your five senses but your awareness. You are a soldier so you have been trained to know about that feeling of danger you can't quite place. That odd sensation where you know you aren't alone even though you can't prove there is anyone in the room yet." As he listened to her voice, she kept massaging his back gently. His head slumped over onto his chest... "The spider sense, as we called it." "Yes Indeed Peter Parker. By the way no falling asleep." "Just because I can fall asleep in any environment, doesn't mean that I will." As she kept rubbing his body, he slowly kept his pace. Then, she heard... "You really are bothered we can't have a child, aren't you..." "I'm not sure. I mean yes we can adopt a child and love it like our own. I have nothing against adoption. Honestly I don't like the idea of nine months of my body being hijacked. But I was raised in a certain environment. Old School Values. Women get married and make babies. It's a conflict of ideals in my brain. I'll deal with it though. Heck we can always just wait a few more years and Stacey can make you a grandpa." As she gripped her hands around his chest, he breathed in. "That time I left you, I thought that person was the right person. That I was being the immature one in leaving that person. I know that hurt you, and that you forgave me... But I know you won't forget that pain... I won't, either." Tanya nods and kisses his neck a few times. "Those who aren't scarred haven't lived. Things worked out in the long run. Now back to your lessons. Focus on your awareness and not your five senses." "Around me, the ring. The rope in front of me, it's fraying." "Nice but that's just the start. That's more of your brain rebuilding the world you saw as you sat down. Use that as the start but recognize that everything has it's own heartbeat. People, animals, even the earth itself as a whole and in parts." As she leaned her head against the back of his neck, he felt various things on her. "Did I really hit you that hard to cause that dent in your shoulder?" For a minute, he was a bit shocked, but she kept soothing him. "No. I got that from other matches. There is a knot on the back of my head that is yours but I don't care. They are all badges of honor. My warrior's history." "I feel drag marks around the mat... We're pushing Gen too hard. His leg won't move at this rate..." "I only do torment him at your request. If you want to ease up on him I won't argue the point. Push farther out. Feel the entire room." "So many hopes and dreams in this room.." He felt everything to a point, but stopped when he felt Maggie's spot. "And yet, one who doesn't want to follow the course, not anymore. Every time I mention Maggie, you always get a modicum of rage in your voice. Is it because you knew she would be distracted." "I feel dissapointed that Maggie lost the faith. Angry at myself that there wasn't more I could do to help her feel less lost. Or maybe I'm angry that I thought she would go the distance. I'll deal." "Love has a funny way of doing things, you know. Like the fact you haven't hit that punching bag in the corner for the last month." "Healing. Working on other kinds of training. Hunting down chapels. Tutoring you like I am right now. Don't try to guilt me old man, or I'll forget I enjoy all this touching." Tanya had to giggle a little though she knew Jaime was getting distracted. He wasn't staying in the moment which was the opposite of his goal. He moved his legs a slight bit to keep from falling asleep. In that moment, he didn't feel anything at all. Tanya looked at him, trying to see if he did fall asleep. But everything was as normal as she could tell… "What's going on? Do we need to stop for the day?" As she said that, he stayed almost rigid for a second. Just as quickly as he fell into his mind, he snapped back out of it... "Tanya..." "Yes? I'm here" "What happened?" He felt her gripping on to his body, as he snapped back into reality. "Everything went blank for a bit." "Dunno. Maybe you still have some brain stuff going on. I wouldn't be surprised if you aren't totally healed." He felt something else, though... "Hey, don't cry, please?" Tanya relaxed her body and moved around so she could face him. "I'm not going to cry. Let's just not worry about your lessons anymore today." "Okay, love..." As he felt her hands, he smiled to her. "You're right. I'm trying to jump in too deep." "This is a baby step thing. Especially since I am just a student myself." Tanya leaned in and kissed Jaime. He took in her kiss and held her. "I'm worried, though. Not about this. But just that nagging feeling that something's coming." "Whatever it is, we will face it together. Neither one of us will be alone anymore." So, after weeks of ignoring calls. Weeks of ignoring dirt sheets. Hell, weeks of ignoring "The Rag Mag." Everyone wants to know what the hell I'm going to do now. Am I really returning to wrestling? Or am I simply giving you false promises. I mean, you EWA fans should be used to false promises. You were promised an administration that was competent enough to take care of the situations at hand. But it took a zero hour idea to get everything out of the claws of Duane Gates. Someone's losing ground, fans. You know... Here's an idea of who's losing ground. It could be... Everybody. Like Goeren and his daughter. Let's face it, Henrik. If my daughter talked to me like yours does, she wouldn't be waking up until next fucking year. And Grace, if you mouth off to me, I can arrange that, sugartits. I have no qualms about hitting you. It's not like I haven't KILLED before. HATE and the Youth. Aren't we repeating the cycles? Old men who act like emotionally compromised teenagers for the sake of raging against the empty target. But here's the ultimate irony, for those of you who haven't started to bemoan me over Twitter in protest. They are a part of the game. They are a huge part of the sick game. 'Heroes' need them to feel validated. 'Villains' have a need to 'destroy' within the confines of this game. It's the same thing for generations. But a lot of you are too asleep to realize this, aren't you? Look at the world around you. Breathe it in, and cough it all out. What do you feel? Do you feel air? No? Perhaps, you're in the wrong place. Perhaps, you're not suited for this game. And maybe, there is no country for old men like me anymore. But you know what has to be done, right? The old men... We have to take care of them, so they don't poison the kids trying to make a break. But, nobody knows exactly what the hell to do. I'm a part of the system. A part of the machine. I've sadly had to accept that. However, what if someone in the machine destroys it from the inside? There's a concept. Because, let's run it down. Heroes need Villains, because all of us are self-righteous assholes. As a hero, you're a mildly tolerable asshole, at best. Villains claim they want to destroy, but it's more like trimming. It's all self-interest. You destroy the company, then you'd have no job. You'd also be in a prison cell with your own thoughts, too. Everyone in this profession is an asshole or a complete bitch. Top to bottom and front to back. And they don't mean to be. You just get hardened to the negative. As I've stated, I'm a part of the problem. I really am. As much as I'd like to say that I could change anything. I can't. I mean, what can I even change, as a whole. I go away, there will be another one like me. That's the nature of the beast. We go away, there's another generation, ready to repeat the play. I've accepted that long ago. It's why I spent so much time away from the ring. My body and mind took too much abuse over these 15 years. Because, let's face it... The heroes are a relative concept. The Villains oversell their rage and goals because they are egotistical pricks. No one wants to wreck the system, I sure as hell don't. But I don't like seeing us old veterans jealously drive out young talent because of Spots and Paying Dues. I can't change everything because I'm in the middle of it. But I can set an example so maybe, just maybe the fans will finally separate the bullshit from the bull itself. But, let me leave you with one thought. If I'm a part of this problem, and I know I can't finish what I started. Then, while I'm making a big noise... I can find out who is actually worthy of carrying my torch. Because once I leave here... I'm gone. No return. No part time job. No producer role. In fact, I'll tell you my retirement plan. It's going to be living on a beach somewhere with my soon-to-be wife. A place where nobody knows who we are. And I'll leave with no regrets. I'll do it, on my time. |
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