It's weird sometimes. To be in a business where so much of your youth is caught on camera, your mistakes just a few keystrokes away for the whole world to find. From dirt poor indys in California, to the WWE, to his training now in various places from India to England to Florida... Ricardo watches a lot of himself sometimes, reminding himself all that he's survived, all that he will continue to survive. Some might think it's ego, and maybe it is a little, but some of it grounds him, reminds him what he loves about this business.

On Monday, he watches Raw, wide eyed as Alicia screams at Cedric Alexander for pushing Noam Dar in the hallway. It's ridiculous, but it almost makes him laugh. The apartment is quiet, Zero is around somewhere but Zeus' original owner, a former roommate of Ricardo's, had reclaimed him, taking him away. Zero seems lonely, Ricardo definitely feels the sting, so after a hurried phone call to Alicia, he's off to the shelter. It takes a fair amount of time to decide, because he wants them all, they all look so sad and pitiful, but finally he choses a mopey looking puppy with desperate eyes and hugs him tight, trying and failing to decide on a name.

Alicia loves him at first sight, of course, hugging and cooing over him and stroking his fur. When she finally locks eyes with Ricardo, she beams. "You have the best taste, Ricardo! I love him."

Those sentences eat at Ricardo, tickling up his spine like an itch he can't reach. It's the Rumble week, everyone in wrestling is busy in one way or another and he throws himself into training with further diligence, helping people to learn, to know how to do things more smoothly. His ankle's been giving him some grief, but it's nowhere near as bad as his knee was not that long ago, so he soldiers on.

He comes home late Thursday to find Alicia sitting on the couch, perusing his old files. Watching matches he had as Chimaera, wearing the mask and floating around the ring as he beats down his opponents, sometimes winning and sometimes losing but usually accomplishing something that makes her gasp or cover her mouth with her hand.

He watches her for awhile before she leans closer to him, almost kissing the side of his face. "Feel the rage," she murmurs to him, putting the laptop in his hands before getting up and going off to get something to eat.

He stares at the screen, he thinks about the last few weeks- with Cedric and Noam Lingering depression from the Alberto and Paige situation. Closes his eyes, searches deep inside of himself for something meditation and such may have missed. It's a thread, but it's definitely there. He taps into it and exhales roughly, old pent up aggressions reintroducing themselves to him.

When Alicia returns, he blinks lazily and glances at her, her words and demeanor doing so much more him in five minutes than any other attempt st figuring his own brain out. Oh, I do. I definitely do, he thinks, fingers tensing into fists before smoothing out at his sides.