Family Opinion
I was walking out of OVW when I saw Chad Thompson standing there. He'd been training there for about two years. "Hey rookie." He called to me. I stopped walking and waited. "I heard your mommy doesn't want you wrestling. What's the matter? She afraid you'll end up like your old man?"
I was not going to respond. I've been hearing a lot of that garbage.
"I can't hit you kid. Your uncle would throw me out real fast."
"Leave me alone Chad." I said walking to my car.
"What's the matter Danny boy? Got nothing to say?"
I was always told to never let my temper get the best of me. And you know it's a hard thing to do when someone's talking about your father and family like that but I kept walking.
He grabbed me by the arm. "I'm talking to you."
"Hey leave Danny alone!" Someone called from a few feet away. I saw Cameron Hickenbottom who wrestles under the name Cameron Michaels. He was Michael Hickenbottom's, aka HeartBreak Kid, son. "He hasn't done anything to you."
"Keeping us from getting into the WWE Cam."
"I don't want to be in the WWE!" I said loudly.
"Don't know why you wouldn't. You are pretty much guaranteed a contract there." Chad said.
"Would you shut up!" Cameron said. "Do you have any brains? Why the hell would he want to work for the company that hired the man who killed his father."
Chad just walked away.
"Don't worry about Chad Danny. He's pretty much rude to everybody who's new here."
When I got back to my apartment the phone was ringing off the hook. I answered it. "Hello?"
'Danny this is Megan.'
"Hi Megan." I said picking up the TV guide. Megan is not my favorite sister. She's only three years older then me and she acts like she knows everything. Also she has a snobby attitude. I should know. I've spent enough time up in Canada visiting her and her mother Melissa.
'Tatem called me with the silliest little news the other day. She said that you are training to be a wrestler.'
"I am. I want to follow in our dad's footsteps."
'Yeah and look what that got him.'
"How can you say that about dad?" I demanded. "Jeez Megan that was mean."
'Sorry Danny just telling you the truth. You'd never catch me in the ring. Though I have a few friends that could get me in it if I wanted to. Why just the other day...'
"Megan I really don't have the time to talk about your friends. Look I have to go." I've never been so happy to have call waiting. I mean I could switch lines and put her on hold but it's an excuse.
'Well darn. Maybe another time. Bye Danny.' She said and hung up.
I clicked the receiver. "Hello?"
'Hey Danny it's Tatem.' I let out a sigh of relief. I like Tatem even if she's against me being a wrestler. I guess it's because I know her better then David and Megan.
"Hi Tatem."
'I just called to talk about this OVW thing. 'I really wish you wouldn't wrestle Danny. It's hurting mom.'
I sigh. "Tatem are you in Megan teaming together? I just got off the phone with her and she said the same exact thing. I want to wrestle just as my dad did. Just like your dad did."
'My dad retired. He wasn't killed in the ring.' She sighed. Her father is Dave Sullivan who wrestled under the name of Kevin Sullivan. I heard that he and my dad hated each other. 'I'm sorry Danny that came out wrong. But think about it. David and Trevor don't wrestle.' Tatem pointed out. 'I don't know why you want to.'
I roll my eyes. David's my twenty eight-year-old half brother from a previous relationship of my father's and Trevor's my ten-year-old half brother from my mother and Jason's marriage. Well they adopted him anyway. "Trevor's ten years old!" I pointed out.
'Okay you have a point. But Danny you weren't there that night! I still have nightmares of your father being dropped on his head. I went through counseling! I won't let Misha even turn RAW on.' Misha's my niece.
"Tatem I've got to go. I need to go to the store before it closes. Talk to you later." I said. She said bye and we hung up. Why couldn't they let me be a wrestler? I know my dad died in the ring but I should be allowed to do what I want to do. Dang it I'm eighteen. The phone rang. With my luck, it's my mother. I let the machine get it. It was someone from A T & T Bell company. Well good. Didn't have a need to change phone companies.
I was walking out of OVW when I saw Chad Thompson standing there. He'd been training there for about two years. "Hey rookie." He called to me. I stopped walking and waited. "I heard your mommy doesn't want you wrestling. What's the matter? She afraid you'll end up like your old man?"
I was not going to respond. I've been hearing a lot of that garbage.
"I can't hit you kid. Your uncle would throw me out real fast."
"Leave me alone Chad." I said walking to my car.
"What's the matter Danny boy? Got nothing to say?"
I was always told to never let my temper get the best of me. And you know it's a hard thing to do when someone's talking about your father and family like that but I kept walking.
He grabbed me by the arm. "I'm talking to you."
"Hey leave Danny alone!" Someone called from a few feet away. I saw Cameron Hickenbottom who wrestles under the name Cameron Michaels. He was Michael Hickenbottom's, aka HeartBreak Kid, son. "He hasn't done anything to you."
"Keeping us from getting into the WWE Cam."
"I don't want to be in the WWE!" I said loudly.
"Don't know why you wouldn't. You are pretty much guaranteed a contract there." Chad said.
"Would you shut up!" Cameron said. "Do you have any brains? Why the hell would he want to work for the company that hired the man who killed his father."
Chad just walked away.
"Don't worry about Chad Danny. He's pretty much rude to everybody who's new here."
When I got back to my apartment the phone was ringing off the hook. I answered it. "Hello?"
'Danny this is Megan.'
"Hi Megan." I said picking up the TV guide. Megan is not my favorite sister. She's only three years older then me and she acts like she knows everything. Also she has a snobby attitude. I should know. I've spent enough time up in Canada visiting her and her mother Melissa.
'Tatem called me with the silliest little news the other day. She said that you are training to be a wrestler.'
"I am. I want to follow in our dad's footsteps."
'Yeah and look what that got him.'
"How can you say that about dad?" I demanded. "Jeez Megan that was mean."
'Sorry Danny just telling you the truth. You'd never catch me in the ring. Though I have a few friends that could get me in it if I wanted to. Why just the other day...'
"Megan I really don't have the time to talk about your friends. Look I have to go." I've never been so happy to have call waiting. I mean I could switch lines and put her on hold but it's an excuse.
'Well darn. Maybe another time. Bye Danny.' She said and hung up.
I clicked the receiver. "Hello?"
'Hey Danny it's Tatem.' I let out a sigh of relief. I like Tatem even if she's against me being a wrestler. I guess it's because I know her better then David and Megan.
"Hi Tatem."
'I just called to talk about this OVW thing. 'I really wish you wouldn't wrestle Danny. It's hurting mom.'
I sigh. "Tatem are you in Megan teaming together? I just got off the phone with her and she said the same exact thing. I want to wrestle just as my dad did. Just like your dad did."
'My dad retired. He wasn't killed in the ring.' She sighed. Her father is Dave Sullivan who wrestled under the name of Kevin Sullivan. I heard that he and my dad hated each other. 'I'm sorry Danny that came out wrong. But think about it. David and Trevor don't wrestle.' Tatem pointed out. 'I don't know why you want to.'
I roll my eyes. David's my twenty eight-year-old half brother from a previous relationship of my father's and Trevor's my ten-year-old half brother from my mother and Jason's marriage. Well they adopted him anyway. "Trevor's ten years old!" I pointed out.
'Okay you have a point. But Danny you weren't there that night! I still have nightmares of your father being dropped on his head. I went through counseling! I won't let Misha even turn RAW on.' Misha's my niece.
"Tatem I've got to go. I need to go to the store before it closes. Talk to you later." I said. She said bye and we hung up. Why couldn't they let me be a wrestler? I know my dad died in the ring but I should be allowed to do what I want to do. Dang it I'm eighteen. The phone rang. With my luck, it's my mother. I let the machine get it. It was someone from A T & T Bell company. Well good. Didn't have a need to change phone companies.