A/N- as pointed out in my last chapter this story was based on my muse but
only because he is my muse and if it wasn't based on him it could be based
on any of them.
All things must end.
One of the few sayings that actually make sense. When people say that to you its always because something terrible has happened, some tragedy has struck and you are left in its wake, to deal with the aftermath. My tragedy is self-inflicted so I guess it isn't really a tragedy is it?
As ever I'm avoiding the issue, my wife always says she hates when I do that. She also says I do it a lot. I can't help it, in my life I've always been prone to ignoring the problem, to hiding until it goes away, emerging only when its safe and the big bad's gone.
Like this. I've known for ages it was coming. Each morning its harder to get out of bed. Everyday seems a bigger challenge, its an uphill struggle and every day the hill gets steeper.
I guess what shocked me was the way it happened. It's almost like I was sacked! Me! I didn't even expect it so soon. I arrived back in the locker room and found Ric waiting for me. When he said he was waiting for Vince and they need to talk to me I knew it was serious. Never for a moment did I expect this! After all they usually said it was up to each individual wrestler as to when they retired.
So I sit with Ric and moments later Vince comes in. I'm still trying to figure out what it is, a call for my resignation is the last thing I expect. "So guys, what's up?" I ask my mind (and stomach) in turmoil "We need to talk about you, you health and your job…" Ric starts and the idea begins to dawn on me "Now we know how much this business means to you but you have to start thinking about yourself! Your health is getting worse and you can not keep up working so much. We know what the doctors opinion of you is and we feel that you should consider taking it easy for a bit"
"Are you giving me the sack?"
"No," Flair wasn't very convincing in his argument "We are just trying to get you to consider your options!"
Which means that I'm sacked. Somehow it doesn't register and I sit in stunned silence as Vince and Flair leave quietly. I'm still sat in the same position when my friend comes in to retrieve his belongings.
"Are you coming?"
"Err…no!" I'm too shocked to even register the comment. I've no idea how long I sit in the locker room, idly thinking until I came to the decision to go to the ring which is how I ended up here.
I guess this is the end, it sure feels like it. Vince and Flair made it clear I would still have a job behind the scenes but it isn't the same. Or is it? I try and get my head around giving up the job that I love and its too much. How can I? this is all I've ever wanted, all I've worked for! I'm not ready to give it up! But then I don't have a choice!
After all, all things must end.
All things must end.
One of the few sayings that actually make sense. When people say that to you its always because something terrible has happened, some tragedy has struck and you are left in its wake, to deal with the aftermath. My tragedy is self-inflicted so I guess it isn't really a tragedy is it?
As ever I'm avoiding the issue, my wife always says she hates when I do that. She also says I do it a lot. I can't help it, in my life I've always been prone to ignoring the problem, to hiding until it goes away, emerging only when its safe and the big bad's gone.
Like this. I've known for ages it was coming. Each morning its harder to get out of bed. Everyday seems a bigger challenge, its an uphill struggle and every day the hill gets steeper.
I guess what shocked me was the way it happened. It's almost like I was sacked! Me! I didn't even expect it so soon. I arrived back in the locker room and found Ric waiting for me. When he said he was waiting for Vince and they need to talk to me I knew it was serious. Never for a moment did I expect this! After all they usually said it was up to each individual wrestler as to when they retired.
So I sit with Ric and moments later Vince comes in. I'm still trying to figure out what it is, a call for my resignation is the last thing I expect. "So guys, what's up?" I ask my mind (and stomach) in turmoil "We need to talk about you, you health and your job…" Ric starts and the idea begins to dawn on me "Now we know how much this business means to you but you have to start thinking about yourself! Your health is getting worse and you can not keep up working so much. We know what the doctors opinion of you is and we feel that you should consider taking it easy for a bit"
"Are you giving me the sack?"
"No," Flair wasn't very convincing in his argument "We are just trying to get you to consider your options!"
Which means that I'm sacked. Somehow it doesn't register and I sit in stunned silence as Vince and Flair leave quietly. I'm still sat in the same position when my friend comes in to retrieve his belongings.
"Are you coming?"
"Err…no!" I'm too shocked to even register the comment. I've no idea how long I sit in the locker room, idly thinking until I came to the decision to go to the ring which is how I ended up here.
I guess this is the end, it sure feels like it. Vince and Flair made it clear I would still have a job behind the scenes but it isn't the same. Or is it? I try and get my head around giving up the job that I love and its too much. How can I? this is all I've ever wanted, all I've worked for! I'm not ready to give it up! But then I don't have a choice!
After all, all things must end.