Post by fellalibby on Jan 11, 2021 21:01:30 GMT -5
_A few months ago, I was living a dream that I never thought would be true in the life I had. By chance, I got myself a job working for a wrestling company, this one, OPW. I had to, when push comes to shove and your back is against the wall, you do what you have to so you can accomplish the bare minimum. But it wasn’t living, not then._
[After only a month though, I became a hitman for the boss, Mr. Stylez. He gave me a job, scope out his mistresses, long story. But little did this Irish brute knew then, one of them had her eyes on me. She used her words, her hands, her mind, all to persuade me into working for her instead. She even helped me trick the boss into getting a boatload of cash. It was the best decision of my life, or so I thought.]
-Knock knock-
“Yeah? Come on in.”
“Don’tcha ever open the door bro?”
“Sorry little lad, I was just reading the game.”
[After a little exercise, she had me return to my little brother in Boston. Something I didn’t want to do at first, but she gave the both of us the perks I wouldn’t have expected. And she managed to reconnect the both of us. We got estranged after what happened with our father, but she made me see what mattered for me and him. We’re the last two of our bloodline and we needed each other. With an added bonus too.]
“Hey man, you got something in the mail today.”
“What? Mail? I don’t get mail anymore laddie. I’m pretty much past that, we’ve moved on to just looking good, remember?”
“Well it’s right here man. Lemme show you.”
-Shuffling-
“Ah, here it is man.”
[The envelope was sent by Mr. Stylez, he’s called me back. To entertain again. Can’t say I’m too pleased with the idea, I don’t do what I do for the pleasure of others. Just the one, the woman with the warm heart and the dark past, darker than any one man can handle.]
[The other one, Jameson. He’s a newer face around and he is a big nasty mac soith. A punisher of pain this guy, but so am I. Me and him going at it, will be like two trucks just crashing into each other. But I have been here longer, I have taken beatings and been thrown around a lot worse than what this guy can do to me. Thats not to say I should just brush him off, no. No I’ve learned better. No more underestimating. And I won’t underestimate him. But if I had to guess it will be down to him and me at the end of it all, so I should weaken this fella at the start.]
[And then theres this guy, Shadowalker. I have no idea who he is. Never heard of him before neither. Just some freak in a mask, the look that would give children nightmares. But thats all he looks like, a childhood story. You can’t prep yourself against someone you’ve never seen before, but that doesn’t mean you should take chances. He’ll be the first to go.]
[The bottom half of the card showed what it's for, a final entry spot in a tournament. Another one, heh. OPW really likes them. It doesn’t really matter, I’ll throw myself into the fire, it’s what we are, The Cure. We fight the fight that matters, change. That’s what I’m fighting for. Breaking these three out of my way to get shit changed around this god forsaken hellhole. They wouldn’t expect me and I don’t want them too. So fucking up their plans is what I’ll do, and I do it best.]
“Hey, Eoin.”
“Yeah, what is it Eric?”
“I’m just wondering… Do you think she will come back to visit us? I mean I kinda miss her being around and help… me.”
-Chuckle-
“I’ll talk with her before the show little lad. I’m sure she’ll agree. But for now, we have a plane to catch. Come on, lets get to JFK.”
[She maybe a witch in mind, but her intentions are pure. It is that intention that helped Eric become more of a man. It is that same feeling that helped turn me into a more patient man. Once upon a time, I would’ve wished for nothing more than to dive headlong into battle without care for myself or my friends and family. But she has changed me. She has made me better, smarter, stronger. I owe her more than she can ever imagine. One day I hope I can repay her for what she has done to me…]
[Ms. Elizabeth ‘Apathy’ Deveraux.]
~Sometime Later on the plane~
[The ride was smooth, quiet, but it wasn't a easy quiet. Between me, my brother, and a half stocked air plane, one would've thought there would be some conversation going on. But there was little. Then, out of the blue Eric spoke.]
"Hey... Hey Sean."
"You know that's not my real name Eric. Call me Eoin."
"I know, I know bro it's just...-"
"What? What Eric? What could it possibly be?"
"I... I just want to ask you a question."
"Well, go a head deartháir, it's not like I can go anywhere."
"That's... that's it. That's what I want to ask you about. What happened? Why have you changed? You aren't the same anymore, why dude, why?"
[That wasn't a question I was expecting to hear from him, not at all. His mind is usually about naïve intentions and not intelligent. But asking me such a question that now, for the first time in what feels like a lifetime ago, that I actually give a damn. This is a question that puzzles me.]
"Well... I'll tell you little lad. Why I changed, why things happened the way they did. Why I am as you see me now... Its simple. I lost my way. Back when I ended the life of our traitorous father, my life goal was complete. Vengeance fulfilled. Purpose in life finished. At the time Eric I... I didn't see a reason to really care anymore. I didn't see the purpose of continuing doing what I was doing here in this country. I just wanted to leave the past behind and move on with life and be me. Just me, nobody else to burden and shelter. Whenever I came back for events such as these, I didn't care, I didn't want to. What did it have for me? A bunch of people who were nobodies to my life. Who mattered to me, less than the roof over my head. This place, provided me the means to achieve my purpose and I achieved it. What more did I need after that? Nothing. It held nothing of worthwhile investments."
"But then, this Lizzy girl. She came back into my life, even after what happened back in Ireland. She needed me. But she needed my head on straight, not savage. So, Lizzy helped me. She helped me learn that in life, if you set your goals to a singular point, you will be lost and can never accomplish anything in life. Like, what? Fighting for a piece of gold and leather that weighs 15 extra pounds? Theres more to life than just trinkets, more than focusing on stuff such as this lad. Bleeding Christ, Eric there is so much to do. And I ignored it all because I wanted nothing less than to destroy the man who destroyed us!"
"I had to find my way, I had to find my life to get it back on track to begin anew. Before I could return to caring about a company like OPW, I had to help myself. She started with you. And I'm sorry for my ignorance earlier but that's only because air flight bothers me. But have you noticed that our lives have become better since then? How often I go to help you out deartháir, your habit's have become affordable and more healthier for you, we're moving soon into the city itself rather than a corner bar, and your coming with me to the shows again... But you've helped me too."
"I- What? I have?"
"Yes. You've turned me from a uncaring, donkey who cared nothing about our family other than anger and hate, to something that feels like actual family. I care, Eric. I care again. I care about what will happen with you and I, I care about what our future will be and I care about how we will make it there. I know we both will make it there, thanks to Lizzy's help. I'm happy you're here, and I'm happy to be back to form. Let's get this done with lad. We might make it back to get some drinks and your drugs before the shows over. Come on."