February 10, 2002
I realized I have neglected you. Sorry, book thing.
Not much has happened. I've been training and sparing, getting ready for when I report back to work. Whenever that will be. Hopefully, for my sanity, soon. My days are becoming mundane. I get up early in the morning, go to my physical fitness center, work until noon, take a hour lunch break, go back to the center, and then at 3 o'clock I go over to a local wrestling ring, and work there until 7. Then I go home, eat a healthy dinner, and if there is no wrestling on, fall fast asleep.
A couple of nights, I didn't even make it to my bed. I would fall asleep on the couch with my hand in my popcorn bowl, and the TV still on. And in between that, I have my resident 'spy' in the WWF call me. But, of course Lita gets mad when I call her my spy, so I keep that pet name mostly to myself. Because no one wants to see her mad.
Oh wait, that's right. Something out of the ordinary did happen. A couple days ago, I was just about to go to bed... Really I was. I had my pink fuzzy bunny slippers on and everything (What? You didn't expect a Rabid Wolverine to wear pink bunny slipper. Everyone knows that bunnies are evil!) and then the phone rang.
So, I thought it was only Lita, and so I made up my mind to tell her I was too sleepy to talk that night. I picked up the phone, and went " 'ello?" And then a deep voice answered, "Is this Benoit?" I thought to myself, 'wow that sounds a lot like... naw... nevermind it couldn't be him' "Yeah. Whose this?" And then the big shock, "Raven."
I decided sleep would have to come later, because well... it was Raven.
Hmmm. Let me stop for a moment. You see, Raven is a funny kind of character. And I don't mean funny like Edge and Christian were, or Kanyon. I mean funny like, as in you had no way of knowing what was going on in that big, intellectual head of his. And a lot of times I didn't think I even wanted to know.
When I first met him, he was a twisted version of Kurt Angle's Three I's; intense, intelligent, and insane. Either he's gotten over the last one, or he finally found a way to mask it, I'll never know. People say that I'm like some sort of 'intense' guy. Sure, I had matches with Kurt Angle that lasted over a half hour... But, Raven is more intense then I could ever dream of.
You could beat him senseless with a barbed wire stick (you know, one of those ECW, extreme creations. The barbed wire is wrapped around a big pointy, and splintery piece of jagged wood. Those hurt like hell.) and he wouldn't even go 'Ow.' He was (is?) a masochist. The sheer amount of pain you could inflict on him is amazing.
And, not only was he intense in the ring.... His eyes... Wow. They can stare at you, and you feel like he's reading your soul. Sometimes, he would smile at me during the middle of a tough, grueling match, and I just would get this odd feeling that he knew that I had stolen gum from the local candy store when I was 10 in Alberta. Most guys were freaked out by him.
And he of course, used that to his advantage. He had his Flock, his Nest, all his so-called friends, who really should have been called his minions, because that's what they were. He was perfectly capable of going out and fighting, and winning... but, he would send out his minions to do the dirty work for him.
How would I know all this? Because I was one of the few people that actually tried to stop him. Mind you, I didn't pull a Perry Saturn freeing the Flock kinda thing, but I did attempt to kick his ass on many occasions. I won a couple matches vs. him, but I really rarely ever succeeded in kicking his ass.
I will say, that he is one of the few guys who ever really hurt me so bad, that I had to take some time off. And those guys who hurt me that bad, I can count on one hand. And so, the fact that Raven took me out twice should say something.
I kind of got him back, once. I won one of our matches, by having him faint. Excuse me. The more manly term is, 'did not tap out, but slipped into unconsciousness' And the crazy idiot smiled as he went into unconsciousness... SMILED! No one smiles in any of my matches!! Let alone when I'm about to make them going into that woozy state of sleepy time!
Needless to say, I respected Raven to a certain degree. But, mostly I think I feared him. Not him so much, as the persona that he had created for himself.
Few men have had as much respect as he has, even though he walks around in a kilt, and goes the Jeff Hardy route of coloring his hair. No one would ever dare say anything ill about him, because he can still kick major ass.
So, I was kinda really shocked by the fact that he called me.
"Hi Raven."
"Hello Benoit. Listen I've been meaning to call and all. But, I've been busy with work and Molly and trying to teach that Hurricane kid some pointers."
"Like how to be a glutton for punishment and not feel any pain? Listen, Raven... Don't teach him any pointers, because then -God Save Us All- you'd be making him into a mini-you!"
Raven laughed his scary, deep laugh "Now, that you mention it.. That doesn't sound so bad... Naw, it's been mostly teaching him a few moves, and making sure he doesn't do anything that could endanger my Molly. You know, yelling 'you hurt her, and I will torture you so bad that you'll be screaming for me to kill you' kinda thing."
"Oh, your typical, normal, everyday kind of threat."
"Exactly. Besides calling to gloat about how I'm training the Hurri-kid... I also called to see how you've been doing."
"Scouting the competition?"
"Naw. No matter how much you work at it, you'll never get big enough balls to fight me, and win cleanly."
"Pfft. Speaking of big balls..."
"Hey! I enjoy a little friendly, gloating every now and then. So how are you Benoit?"
"I've had better years."
"Yeah, I hear you man."
"Yeah, I haven't seen you on TV anymore since the Alliance broke up. What have you been doing with yourself?"
"Helping Molly, and Hurri-Shane out. And working in Ohio, and training, and getting ready for when they'll call me back."
"Aw, you don't have to worry about that. Everyone knows you can still kick major ass... for a dude in a dress..." I couldn't help myself and I had to throw that one in.
"It's not a dress, it's a kilt. And it's cool! Jonathan Davis has one!"
"Who?"
"That's right... I forgot about your horrible tastes in music. Jonathan Davis, the lead singer of KoRn, who just finished doing the music for the movie, Queen of The Damned? Really cool guy, I met him once."
"My music isn't that bad! At least Brooks and Dunn don't give people headaches like that stuff you listen too!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. The reasoning behind my calling you Chris, was not to disagree over music. Even though, rock will always be better then country. But, anyway. I called too see how you were. Not to scout my future competition, but to see how you're hanging."
"Another penis reference? Wow. Being around Chris Kanyon must really be wearing off on you, Raven!"
"Seriously Benyoit.".
I sighed, "I tell ya. I've definitely had better years...."
"Yeah, we've established the fact that this year seemingly as sucked for the both of us."
"Yeah. Lately, all I've been doing has been feeling so mundane. The days go by in blurs. I work out. I fall asleep. I wake up. I work out, again. Etc. Etc. But, even though the days seem to be going by in a blur of blinding Benoit light, the days have been going by so slow, if you get what I mean? Even though I've been working out, training, and all... It'll still be awhile until I get back into the ring and am back to my standards."
"Which are pretty damn high standards to begin with."
"Exactly. Hey, do you think that when I come back, that the WWF will have an entire monologue of me kicking ass, all while U2 plays?"
"I see you've been thinking a lot about that, huh."
"Yeah. I mean Hunter got hurt before me, YET he still was able to rehab faster then me."
"He's also younger then us. Don't forget that. Sometimes I know I do."
"Yeah, you and me Raven, we're a dying breed."
"You mean people who remembered when WCW was good?"
"Exactly."
"Well, I am sorry to cut this short my old adversary, but Molly doth call-eth me. Feel better soon, man."
"Thanks. Hope you get promoted soon."
"Saaaaay. Speaking of that.... Let's say I do. What say ye if I started the Flock up again? Would you join? Cuz you know I've got Kidman, Kanyon, and Christian all liking the idea. What do ya think?"
Deep sigh. Nothing seems to change. No matter what it is, whenever Raven starts thinking, and being nice to you, there has always been another motive in it for him.
"Erm. I'd have to get back to you on that."
"Oh yeah. The whole Ric Flair thing. Cool man. Bye."
"Goodbye Raven."
This should further prove how bored I'm getting. I just wrote out mine and Ravens conversation. I really need to heal a hell of a lot faster then I am all ready.
I realized I have neglected you. Sorry, book thing.
Not much has happened. I've been training and sparing, getting ready for when I report back to work. Whenever that will be. Hopefully, for my sanity, soon. My days are becoming mundane. I get up early in the morning, go to my physical fitness center, work until noon, take a hour lunch break, go back to the center, and then at 3 o'clock I go over to a local wrestling ring, and work there until 7. Then I go home, eat a healthy dinner, and if there is no wrestling on, fall fast asleep.
A couple of nights, I didn't even make it to my bed. I would fall asleep on the couch with my hand in my popcorn bowl, and the TV still on. And in between that, I have my resident 'spy' in the WWF call me. But, of course Lita gets mad when I call her my spy, so I keep that pet name mostly to myself. Because no one wants to see her mad.
Oh wait, that's right. Something out of the ordinary did happen. A couple days ago, I was just about to go to bed... Really I was. I had my pink fuzzy bunny slippers on and everything (What? You didn't expect a Rabid Wolverine to wear pink bunny slipper. Everyone knows that bunnies are evil!) and then the phone rang.
So, I thought it was only Lita, and so I made up my mind to tell her I was too sleepy to talk that night. I picked up the phone, and went " 'ello?" And then a deep voice answered, "Is this Benoit?" I thought to myself, 'wow that sounds a lot like... naw... nevermind it couldn't be him' "Yeah. Whose this?" And then the big shock, "Raven."
I decided sleep would have to come later, because well... it was Raven.
Hmmm. Let me stop for a moment. You see, Raven is a funny kind of character. And I don't mean funny like Edge and Christian were, or Kanyon. I mean funny like, as in you had no way of knowing what was going on in that big, intellectual head of his. And a lot of times I didn't think I even wanted to know.
When I first met him, he was a twisted version of Kurt Angle's Three I's; intense, intelligent, and insane. Either he's gotten over the last one, or he finally found a way to mask it, I'll never know. People say that I'm like some sort of 'intense' guy. Sure, I had matches with Kurt Angle that lasted over a half hour... But, Raven is more intense then I could ever dream of.
You could beat him senseless with a barbed wire stick (you know, one of those ECW, extreme creations. The barbed wire is wrapped around a big pointy, and splintery piece of jagged wood. Those hurt like hell.) and he wouldn't even go 'Ow.' He was (is?) a masochist. The sheer amount of pain you could inflict on him is amazing.
And, not only was he intense in the ring.... His eyes... Wow. They can stare at you, and you feel like he's reading your soul. Sometimes, he would smile at me during the middle of a tough, grueling match, and I just would get this odd feeling that he knew that I had stolen gum from the local candy store when I was 10 in Alberta. Most guys were freaked out by him.
And he of course, used that to his advantage. He had his Flock, his Nest, all his so-called friends, who really should have been called his minions, because that's what they were. He was perfectly capable of going out and fighting, and winning... but, he would send out his minions to do the dirty work for him.
How would I know all this? Because I was one of the few people that actually tried to stop him. Mind you, I didn't pull a Perry Saturn freeing the Flock kinda thing, but I did attempt to kick his ass on many occasions. I won a couple matches vs. him, but I really rarely ever succeeded in kicking his ass.
I will say, that he is one of the few guys who ever really hurt me so bad, that I had to take some time off. And those guys who hurt me that bad, I can count on one hand. And so, the fact that Raven took me out twice should say something.
I kind of got him back, once. I won one of our matches, by having him faint. Excuse me. The more manly term is, 'did not tap out, but slipped into unconsciousness' And the crazy idiot smiled as he went into unconsciousness... SMILED! No one smiles in any of my matches!! Let alone when I'm about to make them going into that woozy state of sleepy time!
Needless to say, I respected Raven to a certain degree. But, mostly I think I feared him. Not him so much, as the persona that he had created for himself.
Few men have had as much respect as he has, even though he walks around in a kilt, and goes the Jeff Hardy route of coloring his hair. No one would ever dare say anything ill about him, because he can still kick major ass.
So, I was kinda really shocked by the fact that he called me.
"Hi Raven."
"Hello Benoit. Listen I've been meaning to call and all. But, I've been busy with work and Molly and trying to teach that Hurricane kid some pointers."
"Like how to be a glutton for punishment and not feel any pain? Listen, Raven... Don't teach him any pointers, because then -God Save Us All- you'd be making him into a mini-you!"
Raven laughed his scary, deep laugh "Now, that you mention it.. That doesn't sound so bad... Naw, it's been mostly teaching him a few moves, and making sure he doesn't do anything that could endanger my Molly. You know, yelling 'you hurt her, and I will torture you so bad that you'll be screaming for me to kill you' kinda thing."
"Oh, your typical, normal, everyday kind of threat."
"Exactly. Besides calling to gloat about how I'm training the Hurri-kid... I also called to see how you've been doing."
"Scouting the competition?"
"Naw. No matter how much you work at it, you'll never get big enough balls to fight me, and win cleanly."
"Pfft. Speaking of big balls..."
"Hey! I enjoy a little friendly, gloating every now and then. So how are you Benoit?"
"I've had better years."
"Yeah, I hear you man."
"Yeah, I haven't seen you on TV anymore since the Alliance broke up. What have you been doing with yourself?"
"Helping Molly, and Hurri-Shane out. And working in Ohio, and training, and getting ready for when they'll call me back."
"Aw, you don't have to worry about that. Everyone knows you can still kick major ass... for a dude in a dress..." I couldn't help myself and I had to throw that one in.
"It's not a dress, it's a kilt. And it's cool! Jonathan Davis has one!"
"Who?"
"That's right... I forgot about your horrible tastes in music. Jonathan Davis, the lead singer of KoRn, who just finished doing the music for the movie, Queen of The Damned? Really cool guy, I met him once."
"My music isn't that bad! At least Brooks and Dunn don't give people headaches like that stuff you listen too!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. The reasoning behind my calling you Chris, was not to disagree over music. Even though, rock will always be better then country. But, anyway. I called too see how you were. Not to scout my future competition, but to see how you're hanging."
"Another penis reference? Wow. Being around Chris Kanyon must really be wearing off on you, Raven!"
"Seriously Benyoit.".
I sighed, "I tell ya. I've definitely had better years...."
"Yeah, we've established the fact that this year seemingly as sucked for the both of us."
"Yeah. Lately, all I've been doing has been feeling so mundane. The days go by in blurs. I work out. I fall asleep. I wake up. I work out, again. Etc. Etc. But, even though the days seem to be going by in a blur of blinding Benoit light, the days have been going by so slow, if you get what I mean? Even though I've been working out, training, and all... It'll still be awhile until I get back into the ring and am back to my standards."
"Which are pretty damn high standards to begin with."
"Exactly. Hey, do you think that when I come back, that the WWF will have an entire monologue of me kicking ass, all while U2 plays?"
"I see you've been thinking a lot about that, huh."
"Yeah. I mean Hunter got hurt before me, YET he still was able to rehab faster then me."
"He's also younger then us. Don't forget that. Sometimes I know I do."
"Yeah, you and me Raven, we're a dying breed."
"You mean people who remembered when WCW was good?"
"Exactly."
"Well, I am sorry to cut this short my old adversary, but Molly doth call-eth me. Feel better soon, man."
"Thanks. Hope you get promoted soon."
"Saaaaay. Speaking of that.... Let's say I do. What say ye if I started the Flock up again? Would you join? Cuz you know I've got Kidman, Kanyon, and Christian all liking the idea. What do ya think?"
Deep sigh. Nothing seems to change. No matter what it is, whenever Raven starts thinking, and being nice to you, there has always been another motive in it for him.
"Erm. I'd have to get back to you on that."
"Oh yeah. The whole Ric Flair thing. Cool man. Bye."
"Goodbye Raven."
This should further prove how bored I'm getting. I just wrote out mine and Ravens conversation. I really need to heal a hell of a lot faster then I am all ready.
