Such Is Life
Part 4
The next night at a live taping Shawn put Marty through a 'barber shop' window. Yes it was 'scripted' but I still say to this day that it was Shawn's idea even though he denies it. Needless to say we didn't see much of either of my 'uncles' after that and who could blame them? Eventually Marty disappeared altogether, I was never told what happened to him or where he went I guessed that was the nature of the business, they came, they went, and such was life. My mother was on pills for depression, pills to make her sleep, pills to wake her up again, it wasn't a pretty sight but I let her get on with it. Men took advantage of her but only because she let them. I had countless 'uncles' over the next year & the crunch came on my 17th birthday. Once again I was hanging out, I had started to watch the matches, sometimes, even though I was determined this business was not going to interest me. I got a card from my tutor that morning, very nice of her to remember since my own mother clearly hadn't. I was standing in front of a monitor trying to look uninterested when an envelope appeared in front of my face and I jumped.
"Happy Birthday!" Said the voice from behind me and I froze.
Gingerly I took the card from the hand that held it and turned around slowly. "Th....thank you I ah...I didn't know anyone even knew!"
'He' smiled at me and shrugged, "I'm usually pretty good with dates!"
"So I heard!" I mumbled then blushed hoping he hadn't heard or hadn't realised the implication. When I looked I saw that he had done both!
He smiled at me and shook his head, "Don't believe everything you hear! Hope you have a good one!" he leaned in and kissed my cheek then walked away. I stood in stunned silence, my hand to the spot where his lips had touched my flesh, he'd kissed me. It was impossible to comprehend for a 17 year old with a 'crush' I stood there staring into space, not quite sure of what had just happened. When I look back, hell it was a friendly birthday kiss on the cheek, but to me it meant so much more.
"What's the card for?" I jumped and spun around. The person before me was around my age, maybe older, long blonde hair to his shoulders and a smile that took my gaze away from everywhere else. "So?"
"Sorry? What?"
"The card!" He laughed and pointed at the envelope in my hand, "Someone's birthday or?"
"Oh yes right erm it's mine actually."
"OH cool! Happy birthday then!"
"No not really!" I forced a smile still clutching the unopened card in my hands as if it were gold.
"What's the problem?" he patted the crate beside him and I sat down.
"No problem as such. My mother is probably off in sweet Valium heaven somewhere, witch is nothing knew I just..."
"You thought maybe for one day a year she could lay off it for ya?"
"Exactly!" I smiled. "I guess I shouldn't have expected any different."
"I'm Chris!" he held out his hand and I shook it.
"You're a wrestler?"
"Developmental." He shrugged, "Thought it might better my career if I hung out, saw what went on ya know?"
"Oh right."
"And you are?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your name! I didn't get your name!" he laughed. "Or even why you're here for that matter!"
"Oh right I'm..." I looked up to see my mother walking along the corridor towards us. "I have to go. Nice talking to you!" I smiled politely and went to her.
Part 4
The next night at a live taping Shawn put Marty through a 'barber shop' window. Yes it was 'scripted' but I still say to this day that it was Shawn's idea even though he denies it. Needless to say we didn't see much of either of my 'uncles' after that and who could blame them? Eventually Marty disappeared altogether, I was never told what happened to him or where he went I guessed that was the nature of the business, they came, they went, and such was life. My mother was on pills for depression, pills to make her sleep, pills to wake her up again, it wasn't a pretty sight but I let her get on with it. Men took advantage of her but only because she let them. I had countless 'uncles' over the next year & the crunch came on my 17th birthday. Once again I was hanging out, I had started to watch the matches, sometimes, even though I was determined this business was not going to interest me. I got a card from my tutor that morning, very nice of her to remember since my own mother clearly hadn't. I was standing in front of a monitor trying to look uninterested when an envelope appeared in front of my face and I jumped.
"Happy Birthday!" Said the voice from behind me and I froze.
Gingerly I took the card from the hand that held it and turned around slowly. "Th....thank you I ah...I didn't know anyone even knew!"
'He' smiled at me and shrugged, "I'm usually pretty good with dates!"
"So I heard!" I mumbled then blushed hoping he hadn't heard or hadn't realised the implication. When I looked I saw that he had done both!
He smiled at me and shook his head, "Don't believe everything you hear! Hope you have a good one!" he leaned in and kissed my cheek then walked away. I stood in stunned silence, my hand to the spot where his lips had touched my flesh, he'd kissed me. It was impossible to comprehend for a 17 year old with a 'crush' I stood there staring into space, not quite sure of what had just happened. When I look back, hell it was a friendly birthday kiss on the cheek, but to me it meant so much more.
"What's the card for?" I jumped and spun around. The person before me was around my age, maybe older, long blonde hair to his shoulders and a smile that took my gaze away from everywhere else. "So?"
"Sorry? What?"
"The card!" He laughed and pointed at the envelope in my hand, "Someone's birthday or?"
"Oh yes right erm it's mine actually."
"OH cool! Happy birthday then!"
"No not really!" I forced a smile still clutching the unopened card in my hands as if it were gold.
"What's the problem?" he patted the crate beside him and I sat down.
"No problem as such. My mother is probably off in sweet Valium heaven somewhere, witch is nothing knew I just..."
"You thought maybe for one day a year she could lay off it for ya?"
"Exactly!" I smiled. "I guess I shouldn't have expected any different."
"I'm Chris!" he held out his hand and I shook it.
"You're a wrestler?"
"Developmental." He shrugged, "Thought it might better my career if I hung out, saw what went on ya know?"
"Oh right."
"And you are?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your name! I didn't get your name!" he laughed. "Or even why you're here for that matter!"
"Oh right I'm..." I looked up to see my mother walking along the corridor towards us. "I have to go. Nice talking to you!" I smiled politely and went to her.